Bothersome Fire Emblem

Mechanical Shit
Scavenger Class - Level 2 ( 0 EXP )

Base Stats + Added + Levels = Total ( Growth Rate )

HP – 17 + 0 + 0 = 17 ( 40% )
STR – 4 + 0 + 0 = 4 ( 0% )
DEF – 2 + 0 + 0 = 2 ( 10% )
SKI  - 5 + 2 + 0 = 7 ( 60% )
SPE – 7 + 2 + 1 = 9 ( 70% )
MAG – 3 + 0 + 1 = 4 ( 40% )
RES – 2 + 0 + 0 = 2 ( 40% )
LUCK – 5 + 0 + 0 = 5 ( 70% )

CON – 6
MOVE - 5

40+0 + 10+60 ( 70 ) + 70 + 40 + 40 + 70 = 70*3 ( 210 ) + 40*3 ( 120 ) = 330

Level-Up Results
Level 2 - Speed and Magic [03:30] <~DiceMaid-9001> Caleb, HP 40: 71 [1d100=71]; DEF 10: 81 [1d100=81]; SKILL 60: 84 [1d100=84]; SPE 70: 33 [1d100=33]; MAG 40: 32 [1d100=32]; RES 40: 88 [1d100=88]; LUK 70: 86 [1d100=86]

Weapon Proficiencies
Sword (D) [ Don’t expect this to see much use, though. ] - Slash (D)
Dark Magic (D) - Ancient (D)

Raw Stats (before Equipment and anything else)
Natural Hit Rate = SKI*2+LUK/2 = 14 + (5/2) = 16.5 ( 106 with Worm or Swarm )
Natural Attack Speed – 10; it reduces by by the difference between the sum of Caleb's Weapon Proficiency and CON and his Weapon's Weight if the latter exceeds the former.
Natural Evasion – AS*2+LUK = 10*2+5 = 25
Natural Crit Rate – SKI/2 = 3.5
Natural Dodge (Crit Reduction Rate) = LUK = 5

Supports

Dark Affinity - Grants a +.5 to Damage, +2.5 to Evade, and +5 to Crit Rate per rank level ( C = 1, B = 2, A and S = 3 )

Derek (C) - Anima Affinity - Grants a +1 to Damage, and +5 to Crit Rate per rank level
When Derek is within 3 spaces of Caleb, both of them have their hit MT increases by 1, Evade increases by 7.5, and Crit rate increases by 10 per rank.

With Derek's Support, Caleb's Natural STR and MAG is 5, his Natural Evasion is 32, and his Natural Crit Rate is 13.

Inventory (Max Holding Capacity is 3+CON/5; CON is 6, so his Max Inventory is 4)
Worm ( Dread [E] ) – Hit 90, Wt/Mt 6 – Grants a +6 Crit Rate when equipped - 40 uses
Alone, Caleb's Hit = 106, MT is 10, and Critrate is 9.
With Derek, Caleb's Hit = 106, MT is 11, and Critrate is 19.
Swarm ( Ancient [E] ) – Hit 90, Wt/Mt 5 – When it successfully hits a target, for the next round their Hit rate is reduced by 10 - 37 uses
Alone, Caleb's Hit = 106, MT is 9, and Critrate is 3.
With Derek, Caleb's Hit = 106, MT is 10, and Critrate is 13.
Lockpick - 15 uses

Character Skill

Daunt ( Static )

The spirit's mere occupation of Caleb's body causes him to emit certain negative energies; these energies cause others to be unsettled in Caleb's presence. The Hit Rate and Evasion of any enemy within three spaces of Caleb is reduced by 5 each.

Personal Skills

Bleeding Aura ( Sustain Effect ) - When Caleb is reduced to 50% of his Max HP or lower, his wounds begin to exude a black mist, shrouding him and protecting him from harm. +15 Evasion while this skill is active.
Drain Essence ( Trigger Effect ) - When an ally is reduced to 0, the spirit begins to draw upon their fading life essence, fueling its powers… Because who doesn't find life essences delicious? Caleb's AT increases by 2 for the remainder of the encounter whenever this happens.

Personal Fault

The Light! It BURNS! ( Trigger Effect ) - The spirit that occupies Caleb's body is of the dark affinity; as such, whenever is exposed to Light Magic or Staves, it reacts poorly to it. This causes the spirit to become weakened, and Caleb to become physically ill as a result. In this state, for each exposure, Caleb's DEF and RES are reduced by 2 each. ||

Class Skills
Lockpick ( Thief Trainee ) – Lockpicks that the Thief owns can be used to open doors, chests, and gates
Scavenge Gold ( Scavenger ) – Whenever the Scavenger successfully hits a new target, he steals an amount of gold from them equal to 10*Level ; Pure Archer, Rider, Mage, Swordsman and Soldier Class Trees have an additional 200 Gold on hand, while Fighter, Hybrid (belonging to more than one Class Tree), Thief, Performer, and Priest Class Trees have an additional 100 Gold.

Not-So-Mechanical Shit

Age: 17 Years Old
Height: 5'03"
Weight: 120 lb.

Caleb bears a scrawny build, alongside a somewhat pale complexion; he his dark blue hair, somewhat dissheveled and ruffled up a bit, falls just short enough to encroach upon his eyebrows, beneath which are eyes boasting a shade of purple just dark enough that they are often be mistaken for black.
His apparel is indicative of his travels; a beige short-sleeve shirt, said sleeves colored an autumn brown, show the results of years of wear and tear, at parts seemingly ready to fall apart at the seams. A pair of baggy, loose-fitting pants that once upon a time were white are, more or less, all that cover his body from the waist beneath; a blanket of navy blue, just large enough that it trails along the ground when Caleb is walking, is wrapped around his neck and descends from his shoulders.

“Welcome to the Town of <Insert Town Name Here>!” The wooden sign, painted over in what could be best described as pastel colors’ less obnoxious, not quite in-your-face siblings, was probably the warmest reception Caleb’d get from this town. The same as every other town he’s been to. Still, it couldn’t be much worse, right? Clenching a little black book in his arms, he proceeded into the town, a faint smile on his face as he hoped for the best.

Unfortunately, hope only goes so far. If Caleb was lucky, they’d simply ignore him. Try to avoid eye contact or suddenly make a round-about and hastily go down another street corner when they saw him. If a shopkeep caught wind of Caleb trying to approach their store with what little gold he had on hand, more often than not he’d find the door locked upon attempting to use it, the sign having reverted to “Closed” by the time he could look up from the handle.

Stomach rumbling, he approaches a fruit stand set up in the middle of town. It’s not like they can just pick up their cart and run off with it, can they? Caleb’s hand shakes feebly, lack of energy visible as he holds forth the gold to the vendor, pointing towards some of the fresh picked apples. But it’s soon swatted out of his hands, a cold glare beaming down upon him. He drops to the floor, scrambling to pick up what little monetary value he has to his name when he hears a rumbling behind him; he turns his head back, a small avalanche of apples descending upon and swallowing him whole.

Caleb’s head pops out from beneath the pile, a dazed look on his face from taking one too many knocks to the head, soon turning into confusion as he finds he has an apple clamped down upon in his mouth. And further into fear as he soon finds himself staring down the shiny part of an iron blade… Y’know, the part that actually can kill people.

Panic now befalling his face, he attempts to swim out of the sea of fruit as the blade is raised; the impact of metal on the ground was soon followed by innards of quite a few now severed apples firing off in all directions, some of their liquid contents dampening his face. Though Caleb attempts to flee, footsteps soon follow, accompanied by the “whoosh” of the metal cutting through the air.

Running down a dark alley, he soon finds that, for but a moment, his only company is a massive brick wall standing before him. Searching for another exit proves impossible, but turning around reveals he’s once again rejoined by the enraged shopkeep. He closes his eyes and looks away, not wishing to bear witness to the wound that will spell the end of him.

Time passes, perhaps that of an eternity to the young boy. Slowly opening his eyes, what comes into vision is a pair of black masses, taking on the form of hands, clasping down upon the blade; they quickly remove it from the man’s hands, only to return it to what they deem an appropriate sheath… The offender’s stomach.

The sky opens up, rain falling as if on cue to wash away the blood that pours out from what is now a lifeless body. He simply watches the flow of blood as it follows the trail set forth by the cobbled path before the masses take further motion; eyes follow their gaze as best as they can before they disappear behind him, only to hoist him by the collar of his shirt, through the blanket he wears, to hoist him over the wall to safety…