Name:Tatsumi Hamejima
Nickname: Taz
Mug:
Sprite: (optional)
Race: Human-Revivian
Class: Brawler -> Ruffian
Character Skill: Maturity
Affinity: (leave this blank until I give you choices)
Personal Fault:Guilt (if Taz downs a non-boss enemy on his Phase, next enemy to attack him on Enemy Phase gets +10 Hit on all attacks against Taz)
Personal Skills:
Now you've done it! -> if an ally was downed, Taz gains +2 DMG until the end of Player Phase
...don't trip up yourselves -> if Taz is within 3 spaces of 3 Enemy units, he gains +15 Evade
(post-Promotion) My friends still need me! -> Once per Enemy Phase, if any supported ally in the Enemy Phase is attacked, Taz will recover 5 HP.
Preferred Stats:HP, Speed
Weapon Profs:Cestus C, Fists D -> Cestus A, Knife A, Fists C, Hidden C
Starting Gear: Silver Cestus, Steel Cestus, 3/3 Vulnerary
Total Level:1
Level:1
HP: 20 (+Bonus) (80%)
STR: 6 (60%)
MAG: 0 (5%)
SKL: 5 (45%)
LCK: 3 (45%)
DEF: 4 (45%)
RES: 2 (20%)
SPD: 7 (55%)
CON: 6
AID: 5
MOV: 5
Bonus points: 2 Speed, 1 Strength, 1 Defense (already factored in)
Bio:Well, this is not going to be too wordy, I'm afraid. Never been a talker.
Basically, I was - somehow - framed for the murder of one of my peers, that one Momotarou dude. Granted, didn't like this loud oaf that much, and I would be low-key amused to see him knocked down a peg, but killing him is too much, you know?
This case stinks - how the hell I could be killing him (not to mention inspiring hatred towards him in various let's-say-losers around him), when I wasn't even at school at the time? Too bad that somehow I was seen and recognised by everyone there and then.
Anyway, when the police tried to bring me in, I panicked, I fleed, and I got smashed by a truck. Being reincarnated in another world really isn't a suprise for me now. I'd even suspect that someone from this world deliberately staged something so I could end up here.
Being completely in a foul mood, all I asked for is this self-regenerating nice leather jacket. Good thing I can handle myself in a fight well - a few scuffles with some more hot-headed troublemakers allowed me to get some cash to sustain myself, and then I was picked by the Wharf Street Warriors when they've noticed my protecting some girl from being harrassed by some lowlifes. Turned out she's the little sister of their boss. Adventurer is as good a job as any. With any luck, a good way to pick yourself up from the bottom.
And, possibly, to make some friends.