Personality: Zane is a battle junkie, not helped by deliquents around Akemishi possessing an inability to learn from getting beaten down. He tends to be a slight smartarse in general, going by the logic that an angry oppenent is more likely to make mistakes. Having few friends, he is naturally protective of them.
History: Moving from England to Japan at the young age of five, Zane has been regarded as an outcast for most of his life. His only solace was in kenjutsu. Learning from an old man who insisted on being called Master Shi, his happiest memories were of that time. Sadly, his father passed away and his mother moved them to Akenmishi. Initially he tried joining a local kendo club, but it was too... clean. Instead he took to practicing on his own, focusing on the kata his sensei beat into him. It was barely a month after he got there when some punks tried attacking him. In their minds it was an easy target, a forigner and a loner. Unfortunately for them, Zane had his practice blade on him. In barely a minute four guys were laid out with vicious percision, and Zane's heart was pumping. This was what he had been missing, the thrill of battle. At the start of the new school year, he already had a reputation as the Lone Wulfe, a delinquent who had apparently taken down Yakuza. Not that he cared, he fought for the love of fighting, not anything particularly deep.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Weapon: -
Armor: -
Accessory: -
Arcana: Emperor
Arcana Bonus +1 Strength, +1 Endurance / Weapons do an additional +2 dmg / -1 rank mag dmg
Persona: Cú Chulainn
Persona Lore: {Taken from Wikipedia} Born Sétanta, he gained his better-known name as a child, after killing Culann's fierce guard-dog in self-defence and offered to take its place until a replacement could be reared. At the age of seventeen he defended Ulster single-handedly against the armies of queen Medb of Connacht in the famous Táin Bó Cúailnge ("Cattle Raid of Cooley"). It was prophesied that his great deeds would give him everlasting fame, but his life would be a short one. He is known for his terrifying battle frenzy, or ríastrad[6] (translated by Thomas Kinsella as "warp spasm"[7] and by Ciarán Carson as "torque"),[8] in which he becomes an unrecognisable monster who knows neither friend nor foe. He fights from his chariot, driven by his loyal charioteer Láeg and drawn by his horses, Liath Macha and Dub Sainglend. In more modern times, Cú Chulainn is often referred to as the "Hound of Ulster".
Persona Stats:
Mental Field 2
Strength 2
Magic 1
Endurance 3
Agility 1
Luck 1
Elemental Affinities:
Phys - Resist
Gun -
Fire -
Ice -
Elec -
Wind -
Psy -
Nuc -
Bless -
Curse - Weakness
Persona Spells:
{Phys} Vargia Blast: +2 dmg / 5 meter radius / 2 MF or HP {Cure} Media: +5 HP / Full Party / 10 SP
"Who are you calling subhuman, you arse!" Felix yelled st the proprietor, "I'm as human as the next man!" This turn of phrase wasn't helpful as he was currently next to the Wolf Laguz. Felix ignored sword guy, seeeing as he was being boring and wanted to stop the fight, instead turning to the wolfgirl.
"So, come here often?" he jokingly asked, surreptitiously swapping his tome for something more... flame-boyant. He started laughing like the evil sod that he was.
"Mwah hahaha... behold the power of the Fire Fox... ELFIRE!"
Between the angry mob and the duo came a plume of flame. It was only at this moment he remembered this tavern was soaked in alcohol. Welp, this'll be the fifth tavern he's burnt down, no worries.
Felix just barely managed to dodge out of the way of the oncoming slash. Ye gods this guy was fast. It was by only their divine intervention (or more the devil's luck) that the guy was slowed by the table he used as cover otherwise he'd have been instantly knocked out of the fight.
"Oh gods, you're a Main Character." the mage said, dodging behind much slower patrons. They made good meat shields. "And are you trying to kill me you arse? You know magi have lower physical abilities than you brutes!"
As punisment for breaking the fourth wall, the Fire Fox tripped on an errant mug and went rolling into another patron, headbutting the guy square in the junk. The youth quickly stood up and started trying to rub that off his head.
"Eww... I touched another guys junk... so gross..."