Ryteb Pymeroce

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

"Hold on, I got this magic gem from the temple of colours in the desert. I call it the paint stone!" Proceeds to cover Nila in blue goop.

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

I feel like there should be a guild of treasure hunters in the desert... mostly to have them have banned Ryteb. Would just make for a bit of amusement if/when we head north.

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

What you don't realise is that it's just a normal sword, it just seems big because he's so tiny.

One Piece Concept and Interest Thread

I'm probably going to make Captain Blake Hunter, scourge of the seven seas. Very stereotypical pirate captain, with a pair of cutlesses, eight flintlocks, and a proper pirate accent. Shiver me timbers.

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

Wait... NO, that means that... I'M the poisoner!
...
or it could just be some jerkish black mage.

@Lugia

So definitely you then. :P

One Piece Concept and Interest Thread

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for moi

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

Meh, last I checked Poison was a black magic spell... just saying...

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

"My Treasure Sense is tingling... GIMME THAT SWORD!"

Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

Ryteb

_{"I’m not a thief... All the world’s treasures belong to me!”}

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Name: Ryteb
Title: Dragonheart
Race: Human
Job: Red Mage
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Warrior of Light: Yes

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_{Appearance Information}

Physical Features:

About 5'11 in height, with a relatively scrawny build. Though there is some muscle there, when compared to knights it is miniscule. Ryteb has naturally orange hair, which comes down to his shoulders, and a pair of blazing red eyes. His face could be considered quite handsome, in a mischievous way, with a rather dashing scar on his left cheek whose origins are a mystery. Apart from that, his body is almost unmarked, and he seems to lack the ability to grow facial hair.
On his back is a tattoo of a oriental dragon clutching a golden chalice, which he apparently recurved after a drunken wager that nobody involved can quite remember due to excessive drink.

Clothing/Armor/Weapons:

Ryteb’s first choice in apparel is a bespoke black suit, with a green waistcoat and white shirt, though he doesn’t wear a tie. Too close to a noose for him. His boots are made of a sturdy leather, and seem more practical that the rest of his In a battle, he swaps out the jacket of the suit for a cloak made from scales of bronze. As a weapon, he uses an oak cane, though the inside is filled with steel to strengthen it. The end has a sharpened bronze cap such that it can act like a rapier.

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_{Psychological Information}

Personality Traits:

Cocky | Brave | Obsessed With Treasure | Has a skewed view of ownership | Loyal to his friends

Likes:

Treasure | Adventure | Good Food

Dislikes:

People Who Claim They Own His Treasure | Confinement | Being Called a Thief | Lobsters

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_{Personal History}

Hometown:

Takhtajan

Current Residence:

Takhtajan

Occupation:

Treasure Hunter

Backstory:

Officially the greediest b*****d under the sun, and proud of it, Ryteb is the best damn treasure hunter in all of Takhtajan, if only because he’s one of the few who have survived more than one adventure into the desert. People call him Dragonheart, as his lust for treasure is so massive he doesn’t accept anyone else as the rightful owner of an object.
His origins are a mystery, perpetrated by the conflicting rumours Ryteb himself has spread. Regardless of his murky past, people agree that he’s a stand-up guy... unless treasure is involved.

Other:
Nothing comes to mind...

Fate of the Universe: Chosen Heroes!

"Everybody needs to chill out!" Ryteb said, combining cold, water, and air in hid head, "And that's snow joke!"
As he said that, the spell went off, and a gentle snowfall began to fall. Honestly, he was still riding high on the adrenaline of a near death experience, and the whole fate of the multiverse thing hadn't really sunk in yet.
"Look, time is just a concept made up by mortals. I'm sure if we do a bit of jigging around we can send you back when you left. Can't be any harder than interdimensional summoning of nine completely different people including a bastard angel."