-OTHER APPEARANCE INFORMATION- 6'10", 315 Pounds -NAME: Maxwell "Tank" Pentaghast -AGE: 21 -DIVISION NUMBER: 3 -ARMOR AND WEAPONS: Mythril Plate Mail (If that's a thing) Mythril full helemt Family Sword, which he stole before he was disowned. Family Buckler, which he also stole. Smithing Hammer, not really a weapon but can be used as an ineffective one. -LIKES: Fights, Dumb Humor, Being Quick and to the Point, Smithing and Repairing his equipment -DISLIKES: Reading, Political Games, Flowery Language -HOBBIES: Smithing, Repairing Equipment, The Occasional Fine Arts Performance
-SKILLS: I sorta divided this up into how he matches up against the different kinds of weapons used.
This is by far Maxwell's best match up. When it comes to sword play, he uses a very defensive style and generally read where his opponents swings will land. His offensive capability is rather lacking, as he only swings his sword when he knows he can land a heavy hit. With that being said, it only takes a few blows for him to take down his foe, as it hits with tons of force on each swing.
This is Maxwell's worst matchup. With him being a naturally very large and slow man, it takes him awhile to catch up to long ranged opponents. He generally makes a very slow advance towards them, using cover when he can. Unfortunately for him, the fast and agile target can almost always outrun him, rendering him basically useless for an offensive threat.
Maxwell performs decent against this match up. Although rouges are fast an hard to hit, Maxwell can easily move his buckler to at least block one of the daggers. His armor does well against the small knives as well, allowing him to take several hits.
Maxwell does extremely well in this match up as well. He is well versed in a small assortment of fighting styles, and his sheer size and strength makes him an intimidating foe to most anyone.
-BIO: Maxwell was born into nobility and was fed from a silver spoon since birth. However, around his teenage years, he grew to resent the lavish life he grew up in. He craved the rush of battle, and the petty fencing and archery matches held by his family didn't suit him well, as he did very poorly. He did do well in using a shield and buckler and unarmed combat. The more and more Maxwell practiced these kinds of things, the more his parents began to worry. As Maxwell spent more of his time doing what the nobles called "primitive battle techniques," he started to hang out with non-nobles. Maxwell started to engage in street brawls, bar fights, and sometimes even highway robbery solely for the rush of combat. His parents were outraged, and quickly disowned their son and tried to have him and his friends executed. Maxwell got away, but his friends were not as fortunate. Maxwell fled and found himself as a mercenary, laying low and away from his former family. -MISC FACTS: -Generally spends most of his time repairing his armor, as it takes quite a beating on a regular basis. -When need be, Maxwell can "clean himself up" quite well, thanks to his noble heritage. Although he loathes it, he can be diplomatic when needed. He uses this as a last source or when he is forced to go to a political event. -Strangely enough, Maxwell enjoys plays and stuff of the like an has an extensive knowledge on them.
The girl at the counter gave Kyle a warm smile, and that put him somewhat at ease. The overall vibe of the shop still made Kyle uneasy, and he was wondering why he hadn't just left the store after walking in. But something compelled him to stay. He didn't what it was, but as much as the materials on the shelf disturbed him, they also enticed his curiosity. It's alright, stay cool, just browse around, maybe you'll find something cool here. Kyle exhaled and looked at the shelves around him.
A clicking and whirring of a computer broke Kyle's concentration, and before he knew it the girl at the counter was no longer the girl at the counter. Now she was girl in the aisle. Kyle's nerves began to work up again.
"Wish bones are pretty neat, if you can break them up properly. Takes practice." The spoke, fairly normally. He expected some thick New Orlean accent, but she didn't seem to have one at all. "Are you looking for anything in particular? I can help you find it."
Alright Kyle, relax. Don't tense up. The shop's strange, but it's nothing magical or anything. Just... act normally. Kyle gave her a normal smile, not as tense as the one he gave before. "Oh yeah, I'm just looking for some ingredients for my next love potion, ya know?" He said, looking around at the shelves once again. He thought humor would be the best way to relax himself, and make him seem not as awkward to the girl. "Got anything here for that?"
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