FED: Betrayer War: Caesar de Guaritore

Name: Caesar de Guaritore
Age: 33
Class: Priest
Special: Levitation, Self Healing
Character Skill: Fortune

Affinity: Earth
Personal Fault: A Prayer for the Fallen: If a unit within 3 spaces is reduced to 0 HP, this character has 0 MOV until next turn.
Personal Skill: Rewarded Devotion: The turn after this character’s PF activates, this character cleanses all negative status effects on themselves.
Personal Skill: Unfaltering Faith: After this character is hurt by an attack, this character gains +2 LUK until their turn.
Personal Skill: N/A

Preferred Stats: RES, LUK
Weapon Skill: Heal (C), Staff (D)

Level: 9
Total Level: 9

Base Stats:
HP: 24 (110%)
STR: 2 (0%)
MAG: 4+2 (60%)
SKL: 2 (10%)
LUK: 6 (55%)
DEF: 1+2 (60%)
RES: 7 (40%)
SPD: 5 (35%)
MOV: 5
CON: 5
AID: 4
LED: 0

Levels Gained:
Level 2: +1HP, +1LUK, +1DEF, +1RES
Level 3: +1HP, +1LUK, +1RES, +1SPD
Level 4: +1HP, +1MAG, +1DEF
Level 5: +1HP, +1LUK, +1RES, +1SPD
Level 6: +1HP, +1MAG, +1LUK, +1DEF, +1RES
Level 7: +1HP, +1MAG, +1LUK, +1DEF
Level 8: +1HP, +1LUK, +1RES
Level 9: +2HP, +1LUK, +1DEF, +1RES


Current Stats:
HP: 33 (110%)
STR: 2 (0%)
MAG: 9 (60%)
SKL: 2 (10%)
LUK: 13 (55%)
DEF: 8 (60%)
RES: 13 (40%)
SPD: 7 (35%)
MOV: 5
CON: 5
AID: 4
LED: 0

Supports:

Inventory:
Name         | Rank | Rng | Wt | Mt | Hit | Cr | Ql
Heal         |   E  |  1  | -------STAFF------ | 9/30
	Heals (15+MAG) HP
Mend         |   D  |  1  | --------Staff------| 19/25
	Heals (30+MAG) HP
Barrier      |   D  |  1  | ------------------ | 25/25
	 Heals (MAG) HP and raises RES by 10, dropping by 2 each turn
Vulnerary (2/3) Restores 20 HP

Battle Stats:
Rng: N/A
AT: N/A
Hit: N/A
Crit: N/A
AS: 7
Eva: 33
DG: 13



The year 31 had marked perhaps the greatest moment in history so far: the end of the dragon war; the end of a tyranny for the humans of Lerulious. Life could start anew, and quite literally the life of Caesar de Guaritore had begun in that year. He didn’t have to know the strifes of that war, how hard everyone had to fight, but he know how they had to rebuild themselves and remember life without slavery and fear. He grew up happy, yet such innocent happiness faded at a young age. Tensions began when he was a mere 8 years old, and he couldn’t grasp why this was happening. How could people not like the man he heard stories of? What drove them to continue fighting when they had achieved peace and security? He remembered his father complaining about the taxes, yet he couldn’t remember a moment when they didn’t have the money to afford the luxuries they had. Was it the poor who were in pain and that’s why the other noble families were upset? Against his mother’s wishes, Caesar went ahead and started to associate with the common folk of the nation. He played with the children and certainly had a great time doing so, but once he managed to get an answer to his question, it wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. The child figured out that these people weren’t as interested in talking about how the taxes went up, though it came into passing. They, instead, spoke more about how it was difficult to get clothes, and most importantly, healing for their sick. With gems so hard to obtain by the average citizen, their only chances of seeing an actual healer only came with those traveling through. With the malleable mind of a child, Caesar was prepared to help bring back the happiness into the people in the best way he could muster together: caring for the sick.

Caesar’s journey into healing had started smoothly at first. He went to the healer his family had living within their estate starting at age 11, and often asked her questions and to show how she uses her staff. Given her lower status compared to his family, she actually seemed more than happy to amuse all of his desires, perhaps finding enjoyment in teaching him in comparison to being simply ordered around by the less than considerate rich and noble. She taught him some of the basics that could easily be masked from his parent’s knowledge. Things along the lines of how to appraise the gems and understand the difference between them, as such a thing could be very important for seeing the difference between what is a heal staff and what an aliment staff is. She could tell he was a bright child, and by the age of 14, she taught him how to properly affix a gem onto a piece of carved wood as another way to not only teach self efficiency but also another point of knowledge to tell staves apart. Caesar himself requested such knowledge so that he could make staves for those that knew the art but couldn’t afford to get new staves. This in itself was masked only by Caesar showing his parents how he was learning to make ‘jewelry’ for when he found someone he loved. Instead of showing them gems on the wood poles, he’d show them gaudy gems put on a metal band the blacksmith donated, or a tiny stone attached to string. To them, it was cute and a time saver as they saw it as ‘our boy is learning how to woo a lady without us needing someone to teach it to him!’.

They were none the wiser until he started to grow as an adult and ‘rebel’ against what it is they desired. For them, they desired a son who would be part of the royal cavalier with how he was picking up horseback riding, or even something as simple as finances for the kingdom. Caesar, however, had different plans. He still trained during the day, learning to improve his horseback riding and how to wield both swords and lances, yet by night he’d take off into the commonwealth, honing his skills of healing on those desperately seeking aid. It had developed to a point where at the age of 25, a carpenter’s family that he had helped insisted on making even just a small shack for Caesar to be able to work in instead of having to go door to door. With the help from some of the community, they built a very…very modest building, where Caesar got to tend to the ill and keep his supplies in one place as to not carry it all around.

Despite the gratitude of those he was helping, his parents were growing furious over their son’s rebellion. Sure, he was still keeping up with his studies, but how could their son sink so low as to go out and dirty himself with the commonwealth while he was so talented? He should have been spending time with some of the noble girls and finding himself a wife, or at least spending that extra time with the knight captains to secure a good position in the castle. Such opinions wouldn’t stray very far from those gossiping about such affairs…

As he continued to learn his craft and the lessons instilled on him, more and more did he grow to disdain the thought of more fighting. They fought the great evil, and yet the politics, the bandits that rose up in some part due to the imbalance of wealth and power…was this what the great hero truly envisioned for his people? Surely not, but Caesar would not turn a blind eye just because of the benefit of the doubt. But much like he wouldn’t turn a blind eye to the truth of the unrest, the royals around him that heard of the gossip no longer turned a blind eye to his interactions with the poor when it was now clear that it wasn’t out of some sense of gloating.

One could not argue completely that helping the needy was good, yet many believed first and foremost that Caesar shouldn’t go ‘so low’ as to go out of his way. Many of the older nobles, including his parents, took issue with his line of helping, seeing the art of healing as a skill learned mostly from those looking to serve under someone. Some of the young adult knights that trained alongside him would often even get physical. A shove or nudge here and there happened often at first…yet as the years went on, there would be moments that ended him up within his household’s ward. He would only continue to improve his skill purely at that point to ward off unruly challengers or those trying to undermine him through their own biases. He knew if he didn’t do that bare minimum, they would walk all over him and even potentially get himself disowned from his family name. Though it pains him to consider the idea of hurting someone; he knew that hurting someone through training and defending his title was better than enlisting himself in civil wars where the pain lingers until death.

By age 30, he could have become an official part of the guard for how excellent his skills were on horseback. Not only for his ability to plunge a spear into hard to hit targets, but also for how easily he is able to command the horse he’s on. This, having come from his caring nature that the horses easily took to. Often they enjoy his visits into the stables, certainly being groomed by someone other than the tired stable hand that wanted nothing more than a job that wasn’t this. Despite his years of training like this, despite having the social standing for it to, he turned it down because he couldn’t bring himself to commit to it: to commit to hardening into a knight that the noble heads could use as a weapon against political enemies. His parents had feared such a thing, and vehemently tried to convince him to take the offer. Caesar was steadfast though, not letting himself be deterred from the path he desired.

With the opportunity officially turned down and his statement made, he went full time into honing his healing abilities. He seldom is found within his own estate grounds or within castle boundaries, instead being found within the clinic that was put together for him by the people. Partly because of the anger of his parents, and partly to be around the people as often as he could. Could he be convinced to ever join a fight? Perhaps only the most dire situations could put him out on the field, yet surely he could never lay a hand on the enemy, knowing one could be a poor person just trying to make ends meet, or maybe a father forced into the army to defend his home.