[hider=Rik][u][b]Name (Former):[/b][/u] Federico

[u][b]Name (New):[/b][/u] Rik

[u][b]Current Stats:[/b][/u]
Level: [b]1[/b] | Form: [b]Orc Runt[/b] | Tier: [b]2[/b]

[u][b]Current Skills:[/b][/u][list]
[*][b]Ingestion[/b] - [i]After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.[/i]
[*][b]Aura - Rank I[/b] - [i]Reduce damage from physical attacks while burning Magic Power. Stronger attacks will require greater amounts of MP to nullify. At Rank I, damage from non-Skills can be reduced as much as 50%, but Skill-enhanced damage will break the Aura.[/i]
[*]Empty Skill Slot
[*]Empty Skill Slot[/list]

[u][b]Equipment and Inventory:[/b][/u][list]
[*][b]Swaddling Pelts[/b] - Equip, Clothes - [i]Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.[/i]
[*][b]Wooden Stick[/b] - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - [i]A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.[/i]
[*][b]Sharp Rock[/b] - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - [i]A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.[/i][/list]

[u][b]True Age:[/b][/u] 52 years, 2 months

[u][b]Past Life:[/b][/u] "You'll never be a man like that". "Big boys don't cry". "Toughen up". Words and phrases that repeated across Federico's childhood, more often than not echoed by the smack of a leather belt that tried to deafen the shout piercing his ears. He was unlucky to be the second son, as everything he did was compared with the standard set by his elder just a year prior. "He didn't need help". "Why can't you be like him?". "You really are useless". He had no hobbies. None that he could call his own, anyway. Like every other kid in the neighborhood, he played football on the dirt of the streets with goals made of shirts and buckets. Unlike his brother, he was left for the near last, given his lack of coordination. He grew out of it, but kids rarely forget these things. "God, you suck". "Why do you keep bringing him along?". "Hey, watch out!". It was a poor neighborhood, so the roads weren't well maintained. And some cars weren't either. There was little time to move out of the street, and he had frozen in place. His brother, though, was better than that. 

The beatings stopped, for a time. The shouts went silent. The belt didn't come out anymore. All that remained was quiet, bitter contempt. Resentment. Blame. It was too cruel to be stated, but too present to be ignored. "It's your fault". "Why did it have to be him? Why are we stuck with you?". Any cheer the house might've had disappeared. All that was left was an empty bunk, and an unattainable standard. One that'd loomed over Federico for the rest of his days to come.

Years passed. His grades improved. His performance as well. He was now the first pick for sports. There were girls that had crushes on him. The teachers and parents approved of him. How decent he was. How reliable. What a catch, what a catch. He had a bright future ahead of him. He seemed to have adjusted well after the traged, but that was so far from the truth. It was the tragedy that fueled him. The other's didn't know, but there was always someone better. Someone who'd do better than he was doing now, if he hadn't stayed still that one day.

He got married, after a while. He got a decent job, and was progressing through the corporate ladder. He was amicable. Relatable. A good leader, one who led by example. One who always had a solution for everything. His department was improving. But it could always be better, right? Fernando? We could've saved more. We could've made bigger profits. I missed a bit of salt here. I should've known there'd be an offer around the corner. He lacked joy. He lacked happiness. All that remained within him was the bitter resentment that had pushed him forwards towards success. He knew no other way of living. He hadn't learned any other path. And his wife knew that all it'd take was one misstep.

"Nothing that can be done, Fede". "We'll contact you later in regards to your severance". "I'm sorry. Goodbye". It took only a year. On his way to a promotion, a subordinate made a mistake. He promised to take care of it. He bit much more than he could chew. He should've known better. He should've have dug that deep. He shouldn't have said anything at all. Every company has skeletons in its closet. Good values are bad for business. He had nowhere to go after this. And he knew. He knew, deep in his heart, that Fernando would've known better.

He turned to the bottle. To the slots. To the horses. Why would someone hire a fuck up like him, after all? He was reluctant to step out of misery, finding it more comforting that the ghost of his resentful father. His wife left him, taking their son as well. He knew it was his fault, but what could he do? He had no chance at a future. He didn't deserve it. He had already stolen his from someone far more deserving from it.

Fate soon set to make right when the man himself didn't dare to make the step. Empty bottles littered the table. His stomach grumbled. He turned on the stove. Checked the fridge, and saw he had nothing, and cursed himself under his breath as he hobbled upon a couch. He passed out soon after, unaware of a flame having gone off and the gas seeping through the kitchen as the hours passed. All it took was a single spark for all to be made right again.

To give this man a second chance.
[u][b]New Life:[/b][/u]
Day 1, Orc Runt >
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