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I'm not victim blaming but all generalizations are false, even this one.
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PC and Tablet ded, send help
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I think it best if you did. If I get hit then my retaliate roll is 16
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Benoît slammed on the brakes as soon as Chinria left the car bringing it to a screeching halt and looked outside to see what the heck Chinria was leaving the car for. As he did so he saw a small flicker of blackness from something moving very fast. Moving quickly he exited the vehicle sprinting incredibly fast to catch up to the black blur and still only catching glimpses of it before it vanished from sight. Finally just as he landed on a ridge he saw the figure walk through a waterfall and vanish, a hidden cave then.

He whispered to Chinaria, "Follow me, but for the love of Satan do so quietly." Benoît was an old hand at this sneaking thing but he doubted the younger one had the same experience or training. Nonetheless he stealthily slipped behind the waterfall walking into the small cave. His glowing red eyes pierced the dank cave, revealing a metal door. For some reason he felt something strange, it gave him shivers, which was highly unusual he hadn't had shivers since he was human. Shaking off the strange feeling he opened the door looking inside and cautiously following it to where ever it lead. His queen would be most disappointed if he failed in his task
Rasia rode up on her own horse to the brute that was traveling with them for some reason. "I don't know why you joined us but presumably it wasn't to bully poeple weaker than you, I suggest you leave the Kokiri alone." she said rather untactfully. She didn't like the hulk of a man, he had never stated his intentions for joining them and she had suspected they were less than honorable. Rasia subconsiously checked her weapons under the cover of her robes, it was comforting to feel the familiar prescense of her weapons. "Come on then Boom, you know the carvan master doesn't like it when you're out of sight and we need to get going." she said and began to slowly trot towards the front of the caravan. The Kokiri was certainly a strange one but she was here to protect everyone not just the goods. Although why the Kokiri was traveling with them in the first place was another thing she had no idea about.
Unsure how you're calculating dmg for kick so i'll let you list their new HPs. I'll roll some more if you need me to.
Dorisma turned at the loud crackling sound of something moving very fast and then a loud boom. She faced a group of three goblins and her companions already engaged in time to see what appeared to be the leader attack the small kobold and deal a grievous wound. Furiously she charged forward leaping over the kobold and inserting herself between him and his opponent while savagely swinging her leg from left to right clipping one of the goblins and slamming solidly into the boss man. She grinned excitedly as she felt a familiar berserker rage fill her body and she embraced the strength that came from it empowering her strike. Dorisma also attempted to roar at them but for some reason the air caught in her throat and she simply ended up coughing, however she quickly recovered and adopted a defensive stance in front of the Robert. She wasn't going to let another friend die, even if it was a new made one.
Noble Clothing: Noble they may be, but that will hardly stop an arrow, or a sword, unfortunately. Usually, this type of clothing is worn by the upper-class creatures, such as the chief, or any close relatives of the chief. DEF + 0

Money: 3 Silver

Additional Stats:
HP: 17/17
MP: N/A
Attack: 7-9, 7-9 (figured from Str + unarmed damage)
Defense: 7+1(Make shift plate Armour)

Berserker rage lasts for 2 turns- then weakens you take 25% more dmg and no dodge

Battle Calcus:
To hit= roll+ half AGI
To dodge = roll + half luck
Name: Zagerus

Appearance: Zagerus is a little shorter than most people standing at a reasonable 5,7. His eyes are a tranquil blue color, at least until he gets fired up in which case they turn blood red. He wears a long black cloak that conceals his whole body and regularly keeps the hood up obscuring his face. His skin is surprisingly pale due to all the time he spends under his cloak. Zagerus's face gives off a somewhat refined look especially when he is wearing his glasses, which he takes off when he starts taking a battle seriously. Underneath his cloak he wears layers upon layers of knives serving as both his protection and his weaponry

Gender: Male

Nicknames/Aliases: Dagger

Epithet: N/A

Age: 21

Bounty: N/A

Hometown: East Blue, Orange Town

Marine Rank: Petty Officer

Role: Swordsman, per say

Abilities & Skills: Zagerus is a very skilled fighter with plenty of experience. Zagerus fights with what he calls his infinite blade style, while not infinite he can use on overwhelming amount. Zagerus keep racks and racks of knives on his person stored in every conceivable place. He fights using an extraordinary amount of speed and proficiency with his weaponry to overwhelm his foes. He carries two ballistic knives that he uses easily reloading while fighting as well as wires that he uses to pull off ridiculous tricks. Zagerus relies on his speed and acrobatic skill to avoid attacks and bleed his opponents or strike at an opportune moment.

Equipment: Knives, many many knives. Two Ballistic knives. Wires. Carries smoke bombs for just in case, even a man with his ego is prepared for emergencies.

Devil Fruit: None

Personality: Zagerus can be easily described as confident. Perhaps a weak word, but not inaccurate. Zagerus believes in his own skills and is disdainful of anyone who doesn't share his confidence. Zagerus upon finding a strong opponent can find himself falling under the effects of battle lust. While overly confident in his combat abilities Zagerus in all other respects is a well mannered individual. Quite gentlemen in fact until his skills are called into question or he becomes engaged in a good fight. He doesn't believe in any sort of greater justice, as far as he's concered whoever wins is the one who was right in the end.

Biography: Zagerus was born into a rich and privileged family. Somewhat spoiled as a child he was raised as apporiate to one of his social standing. However he always did have a strange fascination with knives, always playing with them. First it was playing with bugs slow dissections. Then it got worse, playing with small animals. Eventually in his middle teenage years he got into a fight with another boy. The result was fatal; Zagerus was very experienced with his knife and ending up slitting the other boy’s throat. Being from such a rich family and noble family he wasn't sentenced for life or executed on a singular condition. That he would join the marines. Thinking that this was naturally a better option he accepted and dropped his last name.

After a rough beginning where his aristocratic nature showed through his lack of physical abilities and no small amount of bullying from other ensigns. He found himself surprisingly well suited to the role. After bringing his physical abilities up to snuff he found that his skill with a knife was rather exceptional. Zagerus took to the role like a fish to water quickly advancing his skill in leaps and bounds developing a moniker for himself as the man with the knives. Zagerus was initially given a land-based assignment watching over his home, Orange Town. However he quickly bored of this and used the influence he still had to get promoted to petty officer and moved to a more active role.

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