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@Poi
Alright. Will it check out if the city is changed to an isolated village?

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@Poi
As in how the locals would respond to him like he was an old friend? If that's not it I have no idea what you're talking about.

@Trainerblue192
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Keido Swiftwing

"Can I offer you anything? Tea, perhaps?"

Name:

Keido Swiftwing

Age:

22

Gender:

Male

Race:

Aarakocra

Class:

Archer

Height:

5’01” - 155cm

Weight:

84lbs. - 38kg.

Notable Traits:

Keido has three things that make him stick out from the common rabble, aside from being a giant bird with arms. The first is his impressive wingspan of 16’06”, second his superior speed, and last though certainly not least are his wicked talons.

Belongings:

-Recurve Bow x1

-Butterfly Sword x1

-Hide Armor x1

-Bodkin Arrows

-Broadhead Arrows

Abilities:

While Keido has nothing directly magical about him, he has the keen eyesight expected of a bird of prey and powerful wings to propel himself through the air. As an archer, he has a very small mana pool and has little interest in expanding it beyond using magical arrows.

Spectral Arrow - An arrow forged from raw magic, meant for hitting ethereal targets. Uses a small amount of mana.

Kamikaze - Keido cloaks himself in what magic he has and viciously attacks a target with his talons. This burns his entire mana pool.

Personality

Keido is a brave fighter that, as his society taught, values honor above all else. He’s the type to attend to his traditions despite his untimely demise, and still makes it a point to observe holidays based on the calendar. To him, titles matter, as he believes that they denote the bearer being valued by their peers. Those without them, in his eyes, are viewed as less than equal and should fight for the benefit of equality. Thieves have no chance of redemption and deserve every ill fortune that befalls them, though assassins have impeccable value as untouchable fighters. At the end of the day, he tries to be a pleasant person to be around, and doesn't want to step on any honest toes.

History

Born as Keido Katsurou, he grew up in a society that valued honor above all else. You had what your family had, you fought for every last bit of respect in an attempt to chalk yourself up to history. That’s what everyone did, whether as a common salaryman, a middle-class businessman, or a CEO. Tossing all you worked for away was a showing of insanity, or something damn-near close to it. As such, it rarely happened, but that doesn't mean it didn't.

With a burden to bear like this, Keido wasn’t about to live life as a free spirit and risk tossing away all he would work for. Since he could remember, he studied and practiced the traditions of his people with the full intent to do so for his whole life. Following school, he decided to join the police force to help curb the crime sweeping the city he called home, where he dedicated almost every free moment he had. Whatever time was left over was spent practicing a favored hobby of his, archery. It would be his ambition that would eventually kill him.

They had everything they needed to strike at an entire gang, all the information, all the resources. It was a trap specifically meant for Keido, however. As he walked down the alley with his squadron behind him, he paused to listen for activity up ahead. For a moment, the world was silent, until a chorus of clicks behind him drew his attention. As he turned, he saw a total of six guns pointed at him, and he knew what was about to happen. Before he could raise his own to fight back, they opened fire.

Keido Katsurou was dead before he hit the ground, last moments knowing nothing but betrayal.

However, it wasn’t to last. He awoke in some sort of paradise, and as far as he could tell, he was significantly more... avianoid. On him was his bow, one of the swords belonging to his family, and a collection of arrows. Off to the side, some hides that he could only assume was armor. Once dressed in them, he set off down the road in an attempt to figure out what had happened to him, to which he was greeted like an old friend by anyone he passed. And with every greeting were directions to the Adventurer's Guild. Not wanting to turn down the only thing that might have answers for him, he went.

Upon passing through its grand doors, he answered and reinvented himself. “Nowadays? A ronin of sorts. Keido Swiftwing, pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Other:

While not the most notable trait, Keido takes pride in his ability to make good tea and always enjoys a cup of it.

@Poi
Here we are, he ended up more polite than I originally intended. Hope you enjoy!

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Alright I'll be submitting this sheet before I go to bed, I promise.

Also, tabletops you say?

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@Poi

Question, are we counting ammunition and if so can I abuse the bottomless quiver physics of D&D?

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@Poi

I am, just need to perfect the feathered fury that will probably be botching landings left and right.

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You have my attention, I'll have to go cook something up within the next few days.

Approaching the Guild's 10 year anniversary

Well you know what they say, "Go to Heaven for the climate and Hell for the company."

That said I have no idea why I'm here. But I've enjoyed it so far.

Wrath of Darkness

This is important.

Wrath of Darkness

It was too late as Spook's hand latched onto Isis' elbow, her hand already in contact with the pillar. As it sunk in, her right hand met with the left and started to push, trying to at least slow the process of the stone absorbing her. It wasn't working as well as she hoped, evidenced by Isis' other hand meeting with the pillar as panic set into the girl. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... Isis, hang on to me!" Not like she had anything to hang onto her with, it was more to distract her from the fact that her arms were stuck in solid stone with evil doppelgangers trying to steal her blood. In a deft movement, the masked figure slipped between the beastmaster's extended arms and set her right arm across her chest, left hand closing on the victim's left should her and pushed harder. The toes of Spook's boots dug into the ground as she put up as much resistance as she naturally could. With no range between her and Isis, the owner of the panicking Duvari would be able to see past the tint of the lenses in Spook's mask.

Darting rapidly within, looking for a solution was one green eye on the right side of her face, and one blank eye on the left side. The left eye locked onto one of Isis' before the enigma spoke again. "C'mon Isis, stay with me! You're not gonna let a rock kill you, are you!?" She shouted before she dropped her left hand away. It reached her sidearm's holster and pulled the gun out, flicking off the safety before pointing it back at the obsidian pillar. With a few squeezes of the trigger, she fired at it three times in the hopes that, for one reason or another, the bullets would interrupt this horrid process somehow.