Solaire of Astora
ABSOLUTE: First Generation
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Join date : 2016-01-14
 |  Subject: Ota Nanashi  Thu Jan 14, 2016 10:16 pm | |
| - General Information:
Name: Ota Nanashi
Age: 15
Place of Origin: Japan
Current Status (Grade/Occupation): Sophomore, Store Clerk
Weight: 122lbs
Height: 5'4
Skin color: Caucasian
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Green
- Character Background:
Viktor headed on the path into the forest, his large white armor shimmering in the sunlight that gleamed past the leaves. His blonde hair blew through the wind, as he looked side to side for what was to come. His companion, Michael the Archmage, came up by his side, his brown hair in contrast to Siegfried blonde. He looked through a book every so often, and pointed his friend to the right direction.
Michael, being quite the chatterbox, also spoke with Siegfried on the way. "Do you think we can handle One-Eye" Michael said, "It says that he's killed many adventurers before us." Viktor replied - his english being rusty to Michael's - "That is just fairytale to scare children into sleep. One-Eye Wolf is no match for my blade. We will slay him for the Motherland."
"...Right.. the motherland." Michael continued flipping through his book, reading up on the quest logs. "One-Eye should be around here."
And that he was - from the trees, a large, burly lycanthrope burst down in front of them. His black fur shone from the suns light, as he glared down onto the two adventurers with his one, red eye - the other being closed. He let a howl escape into the air, as many other Lesser Wolves joined beside him.
Viktor, being the one to play aggressively, took his greatsword from its sheath and charged forward, slaying each Lesser Wolf whilst letting off his war cry - "FOR RUSSIAAA!" Michael, on the other hand, focused on the bigger One-Eye, casting hex upon hex on the large foe, whilst saving his stamina to dodge when needed.
They fought beasts like this before, knowing fully what to do - but One-Eye wouldn't keel to their attacks. He charged at them, knocking Michael down to a critical health state in a single hit, sending him flying to the tree. Viktor saw this, and began concentrating on One-Eye, swinging his greatsword at the beasts chest!
"Critical Hit!" the red letters would say, as the beast was thrown off to the side from the great blade. Before Viktor could scream out his countrys name again, One-Eye caught him off guard, snapping his grip onto Viktors neck. He lifted Viktor up from the ground, and opened his maw to devour the Russian whole.
Until, from the distance, a blue light let itself loose from the tree, piercing into One-Eyes red eye! Critical Hit! The lycanthrope howled and dropped the Russian Paladin in pain, gripping onto his eye. Viktor took this advantage, and plunged his blade straight through the heart of the Lycanthrope, ending its reign of terror.
Our hero, who had let loose the magical arrow, dropped down from the tree. Her hair was a long black, covering up one of her eyes usually. She wore the pelts of other wolves, her elven ears prodding the sides of her hood. Viktor nodded to our elf hero, as a form of thanks.
"You did good job, comrade Ota. We celebrate in Tavern, after Mikael wakes up from nap." - Viktor obviously not being able to tell the difference between being passed out from blood loss and sleeping, but our hero Ota knew, and headed over to patch the mage up. He rose up from the ground as his health steadily rose, gasping for his next breath. He saw the dead body of One-Eye, and smiled - being glad that the beast was finally dead.
They celebrated later in the Tavern, paying off their tabs for Viktors major drinking habits, and drank to another successful quest. After celebration, Ota logged out of the server, allowing Viktor and Michael their rest.
Our black haired hero leaned back from her computer top, stretching out her rather short arms as she exhaled a yawn from her lungs. She glanced up at the title screen, which still displayed her username and a bunch of asterisks labeled "Password." Above that, there laid the title - "Might and Magic ONLINE" - in all its glimmering, golden glory.
Ota glanced off to the side, and looked at the alarm clock she set up. She grieved at what the red numbers said - "7:50" - she was going to be late for school again! Ota hurridly pulled up from the chair, knocking it over as she went to change into her uniform.
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