[hider=Womanizing Mercenary] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/DE4ybwK.jpg[/img] [b]Name:[/b] Mathias Andal [b]Title:[/b] The Skirt Chaser [b]Age:[/b] 19 [b]Class:[/b] Mercenary [b]Sexuality:[/b] Heterosexual [b]Home:[/b] Ilia [b]Equipment:[/b] Iron Sword, Vulnerary [b]Economy:[/b] 500 gold [b]Personality:[/b] There are two things that Mathias considers to be most important. One of those things is the ability and willingness to help those in need. While he isn't exactly the most law-abiding citizen around, if someone were in danger, needed food, or even just wanted some company, Mathias would be more than willing to help out. The [i]other[/i] thing, however, shows a much different side of Mathias. If a woman who was even vaguely attractive were to walk within eyesight of him, Mathias would immediately start flirting with them, disregarding whatever he may have been doing before almost entirely. Ironically, he isn't a very good flirt at all, so any advances he could make would, more often than not, quickly fail. Oh well; even after inevitable failure, Mathias is more or less perfectly fine with just looking at them. [hider=Sample Post] "Someone! Anyone! HELP!" While walking in the streets of an Ilian city, Mathias heard a distinctly feminine cry for help. Grinning, the red-haired mercenary gripped his sword tightly and began running in the direction the cry came from. [i]Two for the price of one, eh?[/i] Mathias thought to himself. [i]I get to help someone in need, AND I get to flirt with a lovely lady. It doesn't get any better than this![/i] Upon arriving at the origin of the scream, Mathias found an axe-toting brigand standing directly above what he assumed was the damsel in distress. The ruffian was portly, with a shaved head and not-so-shaved back, and wearing little more than a pair of torn pants. Not the most attractive bandit by any means. "Get away from her, you pig!" Mathias called out to the brigand, his index finger pointing at him and his left hand resting on the grip of his sheathed blade. The bandit turned around and immediately ran towards his adversary, axe raised high and ready to crack open Mathias' skull. In response, Mathias drew his sword and sliced the brigand's head off in a single stroke. After dodging the collapsing cadaver, the mercenary grinned and ran towards his prize, who had already begun to stand up. "Are you okay, beautiful?" Mathias asked as he came closer and closer to the damsel. "If you aren't dinged up too bad, would you like to have some...dinner?" The 'damsel' he had saved turned out to be a rather rotund woman dressed in peasant rags, wearing the biggest, happiest, and [i]scariest[/i] grin Mathias had ever seen in his life. "Of course!" she responded raspily, arms outstretched. "Let me carry you there, handsome!" "N-No thanks I'm good bye!" Horrified, Mathias immediately turned around and ran as fast as he could out of the alley. There was no damsel in distress nor evil thug back there. Just two overgrown pigs. [/hider] [b]Alignment:[/b] Chaotic Good [b]Simple description:[/b] Mathias doesn't wear much in the way of armor. Instead, he wears a simple salmon-colored vest, a white headband, orange shoes and white pants. He also wears a silver pendant in the shape of a fox's head around his neck.[/center] [b]Level:[/b] 1 [b]Base Stats:[/b] Allocate points to the following stats. You have 45 points available at level 1, with 3 extra per level above (level 2: 48, level 3: 51 etcetcetc). [list] [*]Health Points: 17 [*]Strength: 8 [*]Skill: 6 [*]Speed: 6 [*]Luck: 4 [*]Defense: 4 [*]Resistance: 0 [/list] [b]Growths:[/b] Allocate the odds for levelups in the following stats. You have 360% available to allocate, or if you're promoted already you have 200% [list] [*]Health Points: 60% [*]Strength: 70% [*]Skill: 65% [*]Speed: 55% [*]Luck: 30% [*]Defense: 45% [*]Resistance: 35% [/list] [/hider] [hider=Beautiful Cavalier] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/uMnAdnN.png[/img] [b]Name:[/b] Vivian Viera [b]Title:[/b] The Violet [b]Age:[/b] 24 [b]Class:[/b] Cavalier [b]Sexuality:[/b] Asexual; homoromantic [b]Home:[/b] Ilia [b]Equipment:[/b] Iron Lance, Vulnerary [b]Economy:[/b] 500 gold [b]Personality:[/b] Despite what one would expect, Vivian is not one of Mathias' floozies. Instead, while she does follow her younger companion's lead of helping those in need, Vivian also makes a habit of stopping Mathias' flirting attempts before they get out of hand. She isn't always around to do that, but she considers Mathias to be incompetent enough with his attempts to the point where it's not necessary for her to be by his side 24/7. In an amusing contrast to Mathias, however, Vivian, a beautiful, calm and collected knight who is more than willing to help the needy, often attracts attention from members of both the opposite [i]and[/i] the same sex. However, their advances often fall on deaf ears, as Vivian has little to no interest in such things. Instead, she prefers to have romantic relationships instead of sexual ones, albeit with fellow women exclusively. Men are completely out of the picture, which includes, of course, her partner, Mathias. [hider=Sample Post] Vivian was sitting at a table in the corner of the bar, drinking her wine contentedly. Night had already fallen, and her partner, Mathias, was snoozing happily in the inn next door. Quiet time like this was always welcome, so, after finishing the last bit of wine that was currently in her mouth, Vivian gave a sigh and smiled. "My, my," a suave voice remarked from behind the cavalier. "What's a fine specimen like you doing in a bar like this?" Vivian turned around and saw a green-haired man wearing mercenary garb and an eyepatch. She stood up from her seat, frowned, and shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I'm not fond of your type." After saying that, Vivian began walking towards the door to leave, but was stopped by the man. "And [i]I'm[/i] sorry, darling," the man responded, smirking, "but I [i]love[/i] your type. So come with me and have a little fun, alright?" Vivian continued to stare at the man with a frown and responded simply. "No." The man frowned in response and groaned. "Alright, fine. I'll let you go off and do your thing with that red-haired mercenary bloke from Ilia." The man smirked again. "I can tell you're one of his floozies, and don't you dare tell me otherwise." "Why would I be the 'floozy' of a man who is only marginally less of a lech than you?" Vivian retorted, placing a hand on her hip. "You're wasting my time. Please let me go like you said you would." "A lech, huh?" The man grimaced, slowly reaching behind his back for a knife. "Well, I've been called worse, I suppose." Before the assailant could draw his weapon, Vivian gave a swift kick to the man's jaw, knocking him out of the way and leaving him dazed enough for the cavalier to make a swift getaway towards the inn. She could imagine what the man had been called that was worse than a lech. [/hider] [b]Alignment:[/b] Neutral Good [b]Simple description:[/b] Vivian wears gauntlets, greaves, and a set of armor that is light enough to allow for decent maneuverability, and solid enough to take a beating. However, the catch for the armor having both of these qualities is that it doesn't cover everything. Instead, it puts Vivian's cleavage and thighs on display for all to see. Something less revealing would have been preferred, but it was the most affordable option she could get her hands on.[/center] [b]Level:[/b] 1 [b]Base Stats:[/b] Allocate points to the following stats. You have 45 points available at level 1, with 3 extra per level above (level 2: 48, level 3: 51 etcetcetc). [list] [*]Health Points: 16 [*]Strength: 6 [*]Skill: 5 [*]Speed: 7 [*]Luck: 4 [*]Defense: 7 [*]Resistance: 0 [/list] [b]Growths:[/b] Allocate the odds for level ups in the following stats. You have 360% available to allocate, or if you're promoted already you have 200% [list] [*]Health Points: 50% [*]Strength: 60% [*]Skill: 60% [*]Speed: 65% [*]Luck: 40% [*]Defense: 65% [*]Resistance: 20% [/list] [/hider]