FEFGaiden - Warren (Cyron)

Name: Warren
Class: Scavenger
Character Specific Skill: Adept
Affinity: Darkness
Personal Fault: Saddening Memory: -15 Eva in Rain.
Personal Skill: Respite From The Past: +15 Eva in normal weather.
Personal Skill: Lone Wolf: +15 Eva if there's no allies in 3 tile radius.

Preferred stats: SKL, LCK

Weapon profs: Dred (C), Side (C), Dark (D), Swords (D)

Level: 3 (0/100)
Total Level: 3

Progression spent: 300%

HP: 17 (50%)
STR: 4 (40%)
MAG: 4 (40%) (+1 bonus)
SKL: 5 (50%)
CON: 6
AID: 5
LCK: 5 (30%)
DEF: 2 (15%)
RES: 2 (15%) (+1 bonus)
SPD: 9 (70%) (+2 bonus)
MOV: 5

First class lvl2: +STR, MAG, SPD
First class lvl3: +SKL, SPD

Current Stats:

HP: 17 (50%)
STR: 5 (40%)
MAG: 5 (40%)
SKL: 6 (40%)
CON: 6
AID: 5
LCK: 5 (30%)
DEF: 2 (15%)
RES: 2 (15%)
SPD: 11 (70%)
MOV: 5

[code]Inventory:
Name          Type ()  Rng WT MT Cr Hit Ql
Iron Sword    Slsh (E)  1  5  5  0  90  39/45
Vulnerary     (3/3)
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Battle Stats (Iron Sword):
AT: 10
Hit: 104
AS: 11
Eva: 27
Crt: 3
DG: 5

Bio:
I still remember some details about my youth. I remember how I lived in Deynastia near the Berabain border. I remember I had a mother and a father. I remember his smile and her warm embrace. I remember that day, I remember the shouting off the men. I don't know who they were or why they were there. I remember my mother shrieking and shoving my out the door telling my to run as far as I could and she and my father would fend them off. I remember the rain I was thrown out into, and I remember the feel of the man's dagger as it dug into my young arm as I ran away. My only memento of that time is memory, and a scar from that blade. I don't know how far I ran, all I know is that I collapsed somewhere, and that I was found by slavers from Berabia who sold me like an animal to a ruthless berabain noble. this noble was named (something) he treated me worse than an animal. I still have scars from that time, it was quite possible the worst time off my life, but I appreciate it, the hard labor made me strong, the poor conditions made me cunning and resourceful. there I survived, and with each day while my peers fell around me, my hatred for my master grew. However, in that darkness, there was one person who was as strong and as cunning as me. He was my friend, my companion, my bulwark. When the day came along that I planned to escape, he came with me, that was when I learned he was not the friend I thought he was. He had survived by bringing others down by turning them in like he did me but I escaped nonetheless, after my escape I ran once again, and I found myself in Ys, I lived on the streets stealing as necessary, keeping myself alive, I cared for me and only me. It seemed right after what happened between me and my last friend. In Ys I picked up some more tricks, I snuck in on some classes at the academy, there I picked up all that i know about dark magic. From there i went on to take up odd jobs, I eventually became part of a mercenary troupe, at that point it seemed like life might actually turn out right, that things would be okay, and they were for a time. I moved up through the ranks, eventually becoming 2nd in command, it turned out I was a pretty good leader despite my lone wolf attitude, but it seems fate wouldn't have, it they all died I barely escaped with my life, and so I traveled to Mercia, it seemed that last place in the world that hadn't held sorrow for me.