[center][color=a36209][h2]Dirk Davidson[/h2][/color]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/zZ9bEVw.jpg?2[/img]
[color=ed1c24][b][u]Health:[/u][/b] 3000/3000[/color]
[color=0072bc][b][u]Mana:[/u][/b] 1300/1300[/color]

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[b][u]Strength:[/u][/b] 15
[b][u]Agility:[/u][/b] 10
[b][u]Intelligence:[/u][/b] 4
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[hider=Skills]
[b]Sword Wielding:[/b] Lv.20

[b]Passive Abilities:[/b] 
Inspiring Presence: Whenever user takes damage, they have a small chance to either recover 100HP or have target nearby friendly gain 50HP.
Vengeful Smite: User has a low chance to deal magic damage to target that has managed to deal melee damage against user.
Fortress of Wood: User gains a small, permanent, irremovable damage reduction. Works for all kinds of damages.
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[hider=Equipment]
Shield [Round] (Equipped)
Full Plate Armor (Equipped)
Longsword [Uncommon] (Equipped)
Rosary of Courage (Equipped)
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[right]Interactions: None[/right]
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[hider=Day 7]
Quickly, Theo realized the error of what he had done - there was no reason to test his abilities on other players. Especially considering he would have to go get healing anyways - it was simply a waste of time and energy. He would test his skills later - for now, he simply needed to relax. Spending time on his own would let him wind down - relax and cool down after everything that had happened. He could grind later - preferably when he gets access to some form of cheap healing. Quickly Theo rose from his seat, and made his away from the group he was spying on - he didn't need to fight anyone. 

Not in a game where people are constantly fighting everything. He needed time to let loose.

By Noon, Theo had made his way back to the Inn, and upon arriving, greeted Julia and Hans cheerfully. The pair had grown on Theo considerably - even if they were apparently just a string of code. Making it into his room, He began to swing his sword through the air several times - before he shook his head. He couldn't go all out, especially since he was trying to avoid breaking anything. Groaning, Theo realized his mistake - there were plenty of training dummies all the wy back at the arena. Groaning, he began the arduous journey back - he stopped halfway there, however. He was groaning for some petty inconvienence, when the chance of death was incredibly real - to the point where it nearly outweighed his survival chance. It caused him to grin somewhat - Dirk probably would have laughed at the thought, before exclaiming that the chances of death were "Less than 0%!"

Dirk was a rock. A grounding rock, that could bear the weight of the entire party. He needed to e - and that's what made him strong. Theo, on the other hand, could barely stand the weight of even a single human life. 

The dummy had little resistance, but no matter the force that Theo poured into his blows, it refused to topple. It must have been one of the enemies that most MMO's had for new players - a passive enemy with ridiculous health, solely there for players to hack away at. Theo slashed into the dummy until the sun had long since set, and it wasn't until 11 PM when he finally ate and laid down to sleep. 

He was a rock. Supporting, sturdy, and strong.
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Day 8 - Just the same as all the others had been. Theo repeated the same ritual - paying for his room for that night, Taking a shower, and eating the same meal that he had eaten every single morning and night before. This time, however, he was busy - he immediately returned to the arena, and wailed on the same Dummy he had the night prior. He had learned the best way to train without wasting the precious few Renn he had to his name - Wailing on the dummies with normal attacks all day was tedious for most, but Theo had the perfect motivation. If his sword skill was high, he would at least be able to grind alone somewhat quickly - as it stood, every mob he faced at the moment would be a war of attrition, and that would be far too draining on his health when he was already relatively poor. The thought of getting a somewhat practical crafting skill crossed his mind - perhaps once he had risen his acting to an appropriate point.

Heh, appropriate. Theo was almost positive he was the only player in the entire game that had risen his acting this high already. Still, it was the best for his needs. His mother would probably have a stroke if she knew that her son was the best actor in the death game that he was trapped in. Whether it would be pride, shock, or despair that her son was "wasting" his skill points, Theo had no idea of knowing. 

Hours passed and, by the time his arms were aching more than ever before, the sun had set once again. Theo was a very avid fitness nut when he was in the real world, if only as a way to relieve stress - and even then, he had never felt more pain in his arms than ever before. Still, it was worth it - if simply training raised his skill levels, theoretically, beating the game would be incredibly easy. It would obviously take a long time, but training and grinding on weak enemies would allow a party to easily steamroll dungeons-

What the hell was Theo thinking? That's not what Dirk would do - Dirk trains extremely hard, but he never spends an extended period of time on it when he could be doing incredibly dangerous activities. Dirk was a man of adventure and power, not someone who walked the balancing line of life. Theo would report for a quest the next day - for now, at 9 PM, he simply needed a warm meal, and a nice place to sleep. Maybe he would spend the day with Julia on the festival? Day 8 quickly closed, Theo making plans in his mind of ways to make the most of his little bit of free time he had remaining.