[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] 18 
[b][u]Agility:[/u][/b] 13
[b][u]Intelligence:[/u][/b] 5
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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]
Solace Medallion (Equipped)
Shield [Round] (Equipped)
Full Plate Armor (Equipped)
Solace Blade (Equipped)
Rosary of Courage (Equipped)
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[right]Interactions: Everyone
Location: Inn[/right]
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Theo sat quietly, similar to most of the other guild members. He wasn't especially surprised when Alisea delivered the first few words. She and Reylan seemed very close - Theo was guessing that he would probably give her a fairly important role in the guilds leadership structure. Not that Theo cared greatly about that - Dirk wasn't a leader, he was a glue that held people together. 

Shaking himself from becoming distracted, Theo refocused on Alisea's actual words. They were thick with emotion, and Theo noticed her body language much more clearly than he would have expected - a prolonged glance towards Shiba, who had been very eager to exact vengeance on Valentine, careful choice of wording in order to maximize impact and the gravity of the situation, and looking around the room to make the audience feel invested. For all Theo knew, she may have been a public speaker before being trapped here. Theo felt his hand tighten around his rosary as the mention of more deaths crossed Alisea's speech.

There were too many deaths already. Far, far too many. And yet, the only one that the guild has recognized thus far was Karma's? 

Theo felt slightly sick to his stomach. Now wasn't the time to point it out, and it wasn't his place to accuse the guild of favoritism. That would devalue Karma's death. And no one deserved that. 

[color=a36209]"I must make my feelings heard - I sympathize with Shiba. We should take out Valentine and his goons as soon as possible, and not give them time to prepare for retaliation. They most likely expect us to train more before fighting them, especially since they are higher level - and postponing our assault will only give them time to get even higher levels, and access to stronger abilities!"[/color]

Theo stood, his chair being pushed slightly as he did so.

[color=a36209]"The longer we wait, the more chances they will have to commit more atrocities - no one in this game deserves to be killed by another player!"[/color]

Did Valentine deserve it? The thought gave Theo pause. How would they incapacitate Valentine and his gang without killing them? And while Theo was definitely resilient, he completely understood his guild mates hesitation to fight against such strong opponents. They lost their only healer, and the fight would endanger many of them - especially since Valentine was a human, and would target the weaker party members. 

Dirk would never think of this though. He would only be driven to stop Valentine from committing more crimes. Theo could only find one line of thinking that would allow him to back down.

[color=a36209]"However... I didn't know Karma long, but he seemed like a man who hated recklessness. Someone who cherished his allies and didn't want them to be hurt over risky maneuvers."[/color] Theo's eyes drifted to Alisea, but he quickly shifted them back. He had forgiven her for that incident, so there was no need to make her feel bad. Especially now.

[color=a36209]"If the majority decides to not go after Valentine, I will understand and comply. I'll even admit this... it would be what Karma wanted."[/color]

Theo sat down, gazing solemnly at his eggs and toast. He ate a few more bites before drinking some water, his mouth parched after going on a long-winded tangent after the previous day of constant talking.