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Midsummer Eve tomorrow... Time to go stock up on soda at the store. BRB:
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All hail our Lord and Savior! ... THE EASTER BUNNY!!
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Am I the only one who hates electronic ID and all that it has brought? Maybe I'm just an old kermudgeon...
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I am my own, greatest enemy! ... But you're a close second
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Caught a cold
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  • I don't use social media, discord or google docs.
  • I suffer from Retinitis Pigmentosa and use a text-reading software to get through other peoples' posts.
  • I'm rude, short-tempered and unserious. I'll likely say things that'll upset, offend, annoy and/or infuriate you.
  • I make dumb jokes, have dark humor and enjoy beating the dead horse with a stick.
  • I'm a hopeless, unabashed and unapologetic perv. I like my lewd.
  • I consider roleplaying a hobby and a pass-time, not art.
  • I do anime-roleplay and only anime-roleplay.
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Most Recent Posts

Well, according to Vertigo, they busted their shoulder and can't post for a while - though they'll have to post before monday next week or get tossed out on their butt Duoya's busy with children and OwO is being indecisive and having fun poked at them by Tiramis.

So, it's really up to you whetever you wanna barge right on over there, or go visit some otherFamilia(s) first, and get rejected harshly first. Never feel like you have to worry about post-order or if someone is lagging behind, it's my job to - when they post - drag them and pull them up to speed with everyone else.

In other news; My visit to the optician went horribly and they had to schedule me for an appointment at a special eye-clinic... So yeah, not in a great mood. Gonna eat some left-over popcorn and maybe sleep for a bit, should clear things up.
Welp, there we go!

I've added Tiramis Welren, our Familia's alchemist and I've responded to Torran and Dahlia. Not the longest or most intricate post, but hopefully it'll give you something to do or respond to... If not, lemme know and I'll edit something more in. :)
Outside of Warrior's Rest, Athena Familia's home.

"What're ya doing?" A sudden voice piped up from behind the girl in thick clothes who was pacing back and forth outside the villa.

It belonged to a very short, very inquisitive looking young girl... No, a pallum, who was busy holding two large bags, one in each hand. They were somewhat scraping against the road though, on account of her short statue and them being rather large. They seemed to be filled with a variety of thing, from vegetables and fruits to what looked like glass jars of who-knows-what and even some glass-wares. Still, the chestnut-haired pallum had seemingly forgotten all about her luggage and was busy focusing all her attention on the human lady infront her.

"Ya lost? Main street's over that-a way, ya know." The shorty said, pointing a luggae-hauling arm over back over in the dirction of another street a ways away. Lowering her arm, she smiled happily. "Don't go getting lost, yeah? Might run into ne'er-do-wells who'll gobble a pretty face like yours right up." She laughed, at this prospect which was not in the least bit funny.

She then hoisted the bags back an inch or so above ground and began to move again - towards the villa with the banner of Athena on it. It was only once the pallum had passed by the human however, that it became obvious. She had an Athena emblem too! Attached to her cloak... Which was an odd choice, since most people carried them somewhere on the front of their bodies, for ease of noticing...

Northern Orario.

"Uhm, wait, what? What's this about a Familia?" The boy tried to make sense of what the gargantuan man-beast had just said, but it was hard to focus when you were basically being kidnapped and headed for gods-know-where without any way to resist. His sister, far more frightened, could only clutch onto the giant's shoulder - and hair - in an attempt to keep herself from losing her balance.

"L-listen, Mister! Our mom took us here to meet someone, but we got seperated. She doesn't belong to a Familia!" The lad protested, trying his best to explain what had happened, and why the sudden decision to go look for one of the many Familia in Orario would not yield mother-related results.

A bunch of passerby's were now whispering, some pointing, and casting worried glances at the giant man with two, nearly crying, children on his shoulders... Children who looked nothing like him at all...
Personal Information:

Name: Tiramis Welren
Alias: Tiny Cauldron, Tira, Wacky-Wel
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Pallum

Appearance:
Tiramis looks like your typical pallum; short, young and could easily be mistaken for a child. That being said, if not for her typicall dull and slightly oversized attire, one could tell that she definetely has some female curvature - albeit nothing all too impressive. She dresses mostly in an outfit that is easy to move and work in, with a varied colors - and possessing the same outfit, but in different colors and patterns. The only consistant part of her daily outfit is the claok she wears, which is similar to Grent's, except a different color.

She has pale-ish, but still healthy, skin and her eyes aare sharp and green like the leaves of a tree. Her hair is a reddish, chestnut-color and kept short, sinced long hair only hets in the way of her work. She has a strange habbit of wearing one knee-sock and one thighhigh stocking, mismatcing her appearance on purpose, for whatever reason. Tira also seems to almost always have, at least, a slight smile on her face, and her voice is chipper and full of life and enthusiasm.

Height: 3'10" / 115 cm
Weight: 77 lb / 35 kg
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Chestnut

Personality:
Tiramis is a jolly, friendly and fun-loving young woman. She has a warm and sunny disposition and is always seen with a smile, bigger or smaller, on her lips. She is friendly and warm to strangers and even more so towards those she knows and cares about. She is not big on physical contact though, and absolutely hates being picked up, called cute or patted on the head. Should this occur, she will throw a hilarious tantrum where arms are flailed and protests are spewed out in rapid succession, includi9ng insults and slander aimed at the offender.

She loves alchemy and spends almost all her free time devoted to it, be it brewing something, reading something related to it, or buying ingrediants for. Alchemy has pretty much consumed her life... Unfortunately, Tiramis is excitable about her projects, and often request the help of her Familia when it comes to testing out new blends... Forcefully if so need be. If something goes wrong, she'll knock herself on the head, poke her tongue out and go; Whoopsies~ before quickly retreating back to her workspace to figure out what went wrong. No cares were given about the guinea pig though.

One should also be aware that Tira has no tact, or rather, she has no concern for others ego. She's brutally honest and will blatantly point out mistakes, failures, shortcomings or other negative things to people, without so much as batting an eye. This isn't out of malice or the desire to see people angered - Tira simply gentuinely believes that people can only improve if they're told what they did wrong. If someone errs, they may think: Maybe it wasn't me? And to prevent this, Tira is usually the first person to call you out on anything you'd rather not be called out on. She's trying to help, really!

As for her own ego, she is largely unasailable. Laughing off most criticism or pointers towards anything bad she did, she takes it all in strides. She doesn't ignore mind you, she just doesn't let it get her down or make her upset. What does make her upset however, are people who sell alchemic items without having tested them first. She also does not care for people comparing magic and alchemy, as they're two distinctly different fields. Other than this though, not much can get under her skin.

However, she is quite disorganized and scatterbrained, prone focusing all her attention on something and forgetting the world around her. For this reason, her room is a mess of clutter, and her workspace isnt much better. Books, sketches, notes, vials, tools, all of it lay disorganized and in a mess. She's the typical person who takes things from shelves, but doesn't put it back where it belongs after...

Likes: Her workspace, Alchemy, Reading, Experimenting, Fresh bread, Garlic, Dogs, Spices
Dislikes: Irresponsible alchemists, Untested wares, Head pats, Being lifted, Being sat on, Being used as a stuffed animal
Hobbies: Alchemy

Background:
Tiramis was born to a family of alchemists in Orario, who belonged to a different Familia. At a very yong age, she was introduced to the wonders and excitement that came with working the craft - watching how mixing two things made a completely different thing, or how adding something to something else could make it more or less of what it already was. To the young pallum, alchemy was the most interesting and fun thing in the world, a thing with endless possibilities and potential! So eager was she that her parents actually had to forbid her from going into their workshop on her own, ashe would frequently sneak in there at night and do experiments on her own... Which usually ended in something blowing up, hazardous gas being released or Tira just wasiting expensive materials...

As she grew older and became more capable, she was allowed to help with the family's business. They ran a small apothecary shop for the Familia her parents belonged to. Customers would come in and buy simple remedies, potions and other basic needs. It was fun and fine, for a while, but after a bit of time Tira started getting bored of only preparing these mundane, repetetive things. She knew alchemy had so much more to offer and could accomplish such great things, so it was a waste to just keep making the same old things over and over, even if they did work! Naturally, this kind of thinking brought her into conflict with her rather conservative parents, who believed that what they did and what they knew was enough to make a living - untested alchemy was dangerous and could do more harm than good, after all.

The bickering and arguing continued for over a year, until finally Tira had had enough and made an ultimatum; Either she was allowed to try and make a new medicine that surpassed her parents' work, or she would leave. A few minutes later, and she was standing outside the front door of the shop, blinking in slgiht confusion at just how fast her progenators had been able to pack her bags and toss her out.

Still, this was nothing to be discouraged by! Sure, she had nowhere to go and nobody to turn to, but on the other hand, things could only get beeter and now she was free to look for something and somewhere she would be appreciated! It took a while though... Most Familia turned away the energetic pallum after she started rambling on about the possible innumerable uses of alchemy, finding her a bit too... Passionate. That changed when she finally knocked on the door of the Athena Familia, however. The Goddess there was amused by the child's enthusiasm and thirst for knowledge and results - and though her other Children were a bit apprehensive, Athena approved the girl quickly. Though she did have to go through the initiation trial like everyone else... And she only just passed...

Wallet:
- Tiramis spends all her money on alchemy supplies and equipment. As such, she is almost always broke.

Parameters & Skills:

Level: 2
Achieved Floor: 15
Class: Alchemist
Affiliation: Athena Familia

Equipment:
- Adventurer's cloak
- Everyday clothes
- Mixer's Mitts
- Spiked Mace

Stats:
•Strength: H
•Endurance: G
•Dexterity: D
•Agility: E
•Magic: F

Basic Skills:
- Enricher: H (Slightly improves the results of succesfully created alchemic goods)

Development Skills:
- Mage (Improves power, widens effect range, and makes mind usage efficient. Creates magic circles under the user that support the magic)

Spells:
- Terra Golem: A long chant that creates a 7 foot tall automaton of stone. While this spell is active, Tira cannot move her own body, but she does control the construct as if it were she herself. The golem is significantly stronger and tougher than her own body, but drains her mind contineously, so it cannot be used for extensive periods of time.
- Hydroblade: Chantless instant magic that launches a scythe-shaped blade of magic water in the direction the caster aims their palm.
Nice posts everyone.
The fact that I was listening to an overly dramatic orchestra-piece of music while reading the part about Torran walking towards the kids was particularly hilarious.

And Dahlia is a perv.

So much to do now, gotta finish up that next NPC sheet and respond to you two... But before anything else, a power-nap! For like, 4 hours... I kept waking up last night, and today was super wednesday at the store... So tired... T^T
Hm, might have gone a bit overboard with that collab-post... Should probably have shortened it down a bit, maybe cleaned up the paragraphs and line-breaks too...

Oh well, it'll be a learning experience for next time.

EDIT:
I'll be going to see an optician this Thursday, need to do an eyesight evalation, as well as possibly get fitted for new glasses. Bottom-line is I don't know exactly when I'll be back home. Not that there's been a flood of uncontrolable activity, but in case you guys need something, just know I'll be online much later than I usually am.

EDIT2:
I'll also try to finish up and post another of the Athena Familia's members tomorrow.
Orario, South Main Street.

The scuffy-looking man running the cup-game looked up as he suddenly heard a voice call out nearby.

"You challenge others to match their eyes against your hands, correct?" The voice of a young woman called out.

He lifted his head from looking at the small crate with the cups infront of him, and instead focused on the source of this query. It was a young woman, no, a girl, and a pretty one at that. The man smiled a not-so-good smile, what with uneven teeth and all, and raised both arms in a welcoming gesture. His two associates, the ladies in slightly less clothing than this challenger, stepped away from trying to woo new customers and instead focused on flanking this new arrival instead, smiles and all.

"Heh, you're right on the money there, little missy! You got a sharp eye, care to test just how sharp?" He answered, in a playful yet confident way. The two ladies giggled in a practiced manner, like a pair of smitten girls from next door.

"Watch out, cutie!" Said one, gently grabbing the Amazoness' free arm.
"That's right!" The other chimed in. "Merek's hands are the fastest in all of Orario, I can guarantee it~!" See added with a wink.

Of course, for the charletan and his two hired escorts, this was nothing short of what was known as a free meal. A young, naive and overconfident bumpkin shows up, is convinced they're the best of whatever rat's nest they crawled out of, and ends up coming to boast and show off their skills. This girl was a new face, and she didn't have an emblem of any Familia, meaning she was likely an out-of-towner... Making her a perfect sucker to fleece.

"Whaddya say, missy? You daring to bet that little allowance of yours for a chance at raking in the big score? Or maybe you're too intimidated for that? How about a handful of Valis, maybe that's more your speed?" He said, and grinned, poking and tugging at this newcomer's bravado.

The Amazoness' expression faltered at the sight of such an... unfortunate smile, and she averted her eyes away from it and to the purse in her hand instead. Giving it a jingling toss as the two girls and the man himself egged her on, the broad grin on her face returned in full force as she plopped the entire purse down on the table and gave a laugh. "Allowance? Don't tell me the 'fastest hands in Orario' think a small purse like this is more than pocket change?"

Of course, she was just returning banter with banter in her eyes. It really was all the money she had on her, but she was still confident that once she was done here - even should she somehow lose - she could simply join a Familia and easily replace her funds with ten times as much. She was always hearing stories about how adventurers in Orario made a lot of money from their explorations and battles with the monsters in the Dungeon, so she really wasn't concerned at all. Then, if she did lose, she would challenge the 'fastest hands in Orario' again once she had improved her skills and abilities, until she did win!

A perhaps foolish attitude to take, but that really depended on the events about to unfold.

"Oh my~!"
"What a bold one~!"

The two ladies chirped, feigning being impressed and astonished. The man let out a raspy chuckle, waving his hands in the air as if to to say who knows? He took the little bag that had just landed on his crate-table, opened it and gave a quick glance inside, before putting it back down near the Amazoness edge of the table. He then reached down next to where he was sitting himself, and retrieve a pouch that was roughly five times as big, and laid it down near his own end of the table with a heavy, clinking thud.

"Oh yeah, you're right, missy. That ain't no pocket change. And here's what you'll be earning if you can beat me." The man gently rustled the new, bigger sack of money next to him. "Rules simple, I put this under one cup, Then I shuffle the entire set, you just need to find where it ends up. One try, winner takes all." He explained, haphazardly, while holding a small, black marble inbetween his fingers.

Leela's eyes lit up at the potential prize, only to narrow in focused determination as the man started to explain. If he was offering so much, he must indeed be confident in his skills. Glancing between the cups and then to the marble, she gave a nod to show she understood while keeping her attention locked on the round black sphere between his fingers. "Agreed!"

Normally, she might have engaged in further banter. She needed to focus now, however, and she was determined to win or at least come as close to winning as she could. It wouldn't do if she simply let herself get caught off guard by a sudden start and lost right away.

"Excellent." The man smirked.

With a gentle motion,h e laid the marble down, square in the center of the table. He then took the three, non-descript clay cups he had been using and placed them down, one after the other. The center cup was the one one under which the marble was to begin with. And then, the rapid shuffling began.

Far left to far right, right to middle, middle to left, far right to far left, middle to left, middle to right, right to left, middle to right. His movements were swift and harsh, the clay scraping agains the wood undereath as they trailed across the boards. He finished and smirked, raising a mocking eyebrow.

"Well, missy? Could you keep up?"

All the while, the two cohorts in their skimpy clothes were cheering the Amazoness on with practiced words of encouragement and praise.

The Amazoness' light brown eyes flicked from middle to right, then back to middle, and then back to right once more. He was quick, to be sure, and the other movements of the cups were distracting. Her thin eyebrows furrowed underneath the bangs of her auburn hair as the shuffling came to a stop, but not because she had lost track. Rather, she was confused that after all that boasting he had gone with a simple seeming pattern.

With the encouragement of the girls beside her, though, it was difficult to really dwell on it much. Giving a confident nod, Leela thrust one of her fingers towards the cup on the right and declared: "That one, to the right!" Then, she crossed her arms under her chest with a self confident and just slightly smug smile on her face. If she could keep up with the 'fastest hands in Orario' already then she must be further along in her training than she had thought!

"Ooooooh~!!" The two girls next to the Amazoness plaed their hands infront of their mouths in mock anticipation as the choice was made.

"Well now..." The man said, his shoulders slightly slumping. He reached over, gently put his fingers around the cup, and lifted it a few inches up...

... Only to reveal nothing. There was no marble.

"Looks like you lose, missy." The man's expression exploded into that of what you would find on a naughty child who ad just pulled a prank. His toothy grin and gleeful eyes were nothing short of the very definition of smarmy smugness. With a practiced, effortless reach, he nabbed the pouch on his victim's end of the table and plopped it down on top of his own, much larger bag.

The two women let out disappointed aawww-sounds amd looked at the Amazoness as if they were puppies that had just been struck with a stick and made very, very sad.

"Too bad, sweeite." One said, teary eyed.
"Better luck next time, okay?" The other tried, gently holding the loser's hand with both of her own.

The Amazoness just stood there, surprised, for a few long moments after the reveal that... Somehow, she had lost track of the marble after all? She would have sworn up and down about the the pattern he had used - Was he actually much faster than she had given him credit for, and managed to slip in an extra move that she overlooked entirely? At what point had it happened?

Leela let her eyes drift to the other cups. Maybe it was in an entirely different cup than she had thought? Her expression dumbfounded, she half-murmured her confusion out loud. Shrugging her hand free of the girl holding it, too focused on having been beaten and the uncomfortable feeling of losing nagging at her, she paid little mind to the condolences she was being offered. She didn't need sympathy, she needed to figure out where her mistake was!

Especially with that look on the man's face! He had beat her fair and square, but something about that expression irked her. Gesturing with a wave of one hand at the remaining cups on the board, she asked in a serious, almost studious tone. "Where was it? Which move did I miss?"

"Uhm, sweetie, that's not-" One of the two ladies started, taking a step forward, but Merek raised a hand that signalled for her to stop, and so she did.

It wasn't uncommon for sore losers to get like this. They were always so confident that they had picked the right cup, and in most cases, they had! But, Merek was prepared for such demands, after all, he would be a pretty lousy conman if he didn't expect something like this every now and then.

With a less smug, but still really irritating smirk, the middle-aged, bushy eyebrowed, scruffy-looking man moved his hand to the middle-most cup. With two firm, almost overly dramatic, taps on the top of it, he said.

"Right back where it all started, missy."

Lifting the cup with a yanky flick of his wrist, sure as the sun shines, there it lay. The black marble. Staring the Amazoness back in the eye with its smooth, uncaring surface gleaming in the morning light.

Leela stared at the marble for a few, long moments. That was the proof, then, that he really had slipped a move past her and been much faster than she thought after all. Which... Didn't feel any better, and actually felt worse than if she had simply not felt like she could keep up at all, but it was there staring her in the face. With one, loud sigh, she reached up to scratch at the side of her head and untucked the spear from her side.

Then, suddenly the clack of the butt of her spear being banged against the ground sounded as the Amazoness took a deep breath. Back straight, stance wide and chest puffed out, she declared in a tone that held a sense of determined finality to it. "I admit to having underestimated you today, 'fastest hands in Orario', but I will be back!"

With that said, she turned away to head back onto the streets once more. After a few steps, however, she paused before quickly turning around and gesturing with her spear towards the man and spoke again in the same tone at first before quickly shifting to a lighter, casual one. "But before I go! How do I find the familia of the gods from here?"

As the woman declared her defeat, loud and clear for anyone nearby to hear, Merek's face lit up with even more glee. This woman was fantastic! Not only had she fallen for the sham and been fleeced of her money, but now she admitted that she had lost fairly, meaning any musings or murmurs about him potentially cheating had been cleared away like a gust of fresh air throgh a stuffy room. What's more, the bimbo had declared that she would return to try again - a notion that made the man almost crack up with laughter, but he managed to contain it to a broad, tense smile instead... A smile that twitched at the edges.

As the Amazoness left, the two girls waved her off and half-yeleld soft invitations to come and play again. When she stopped and pointed her spear back at the con-artist though, he momentarily felt a bead of sweat form on his brow... Only to be at once dispelled by her question.

Right. This girl was a moron.

The trio burst into laughter, though the two women did what they could to hide it behind hands that covered their motuh. Merek, on the other hand, had his hands on his hips and roared in amusement.

"You daft girl? Look around! They're practically everywhere! Just look for those overly big manors with the flags and banners and such. You'll find one wherever you go in this city" He yelled back, in an actual act of sincerity... If only to further earn the patronage of his potential golden goose.

"If you're unsure where to go, you could always visit the Guild over in the north-west part of town." One of the women called out in addition, smiling happily - from amusement, at the expense of this silly girl.
Welp, now I know who's going broke first~

Fun post by the by. I like how she didn't even listen to whetever people actually gave an answer to her question or not... xD
Minor update:

The first member of the Athena Familia is now revealed! Behold the grumpy granpa, Grentiloch!
Name: Grentiloch Tyln
Alias: Beastslayer, Grent, Gramps
Age: 63
Gender: Male
Race: Chienthrope

Appearance:
Grent is a large, broad-shouldered, muscular man of tall stature. Even thoughn in his older years he's managed to develop a bit of a gut, the rest of his body is still very strong and mostly square-like. His arms are thick ad hard, as are his legs. His back is absolutely massive and his pecks are jokingly claimed to be used for grinding down stones. To put it simply, he's a big, lumbering beast of a man with an exceptional physique for his age.

Grent's eyes are a dark brown and his hair is a mix of white and grety. His face is almost always serious, but it's sometimes difficult to tell, what with his bushy moustache covering almost his entire mouth at all times. A pair of drooping dog-like ears sit on each side of his head, having alight brown fur to them. However, the fact that he wears an eyepatch over his right eye may be the most distinguishing feature of this old codger.

His voice is deep and rumbling, with a very low, base-like sound to it. He's absolutely horrible at singing and if he does so, it usually sounds like somebody is trying to gargle a bunch of rocks. Grent typically dresses in his adventuring gear, claiming he's so used to wearing it, he doesn't see a need to buy regular, everyday clothes. His armor is a suit of chainmail, padded and coated over with thick, tanned leather and the occasional bit of plate inserted into key locations. He wears a pair of heavy metal gauntlets and a pair of equally heavy-looking plated boots, that make a distinct noise when he walks. He also wears a decorated and embellished red cloak over his shoulders, that reaches down to his lower thighs.

The man carries himself well though, still standing straight and proud, with a determined aura about him. His posture doesn't slouch or hang, like that of many elderly people, although he does complain about his joints hurting from time to time. Also, if someone were to ever Grent when he takes a bath, or is otherwise unclothed, they would notice at once how almost every inch of his body is covered in either scars or some form of marks from fights. His back is particularly full of these mementos.

Height: 6'1" / 185 cm
Weight: 220 lb / 100 kg
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: White and grey

Personality:
Grent is what you would expect of an old man - grumpy, stoic, brooding and a bit of a loner. He doesn't like to speak at length and often chooses his words carefully, so as only needing to say the absolute minimum. It's not that he doesn't like interacting with people however, but rather a caase of him being tired and simply wanting to be left in peace and quiet to relax. This of course, is not often the case as he's the current Captain of the Athena Familia, a position he often tries to convince Lady Athena to give to someone else.

His stern and often intimidating expression makes him hard to approach, but those who have braved his glare have found that the old man can be very helpful, if reluctantly so. He's always willing to help people improve, be it their fighting-technique or their approach to the dungeon. He's remarkably sharp and able to pick up on peoples' feelings and the mood in a room. If he wasn't such a stick-in-the-mud, Grent might actually be a natural ladies-man, since he's often respectful, tactful and polite, not to mention observative and a good listener.

That being said, when awoken from a nap, he can be very grunpy and irritable. He desn't like people talking to him while he eats either, and bad table-manners will get you chewed out by the old fart. He'll get furious if you touch his tea leaves without permission and he's very clear on people not being allowed to touch his ears freely. He seems fine with people touching his short tail though.

While he has a lot of good points though, Grent can be a bit condescending and close-minded. He views most anyone younger than him as a 'child' and because of this, he holds no expectations of them. If someone fails at something, that's to be expected, as they're just a kid still. He also has a hard time accepting new ways of doing things and isn't a huge fan of change overall. Still, he's got wisdom and common sense, and he hentuinely cares about people that do form a meaningful bond with him.

He's like a bitter old grandfather who acts tough and cynical, but cares about you very deep down.

Likes: Peace and quiet, Tea with honey, Sleeping, Watching youngsters grow, Wooden carvings, Night-time strolls, Salty meat, Strong ale
Dislikes: Noisy places, Loud people, Disloyalty, Tomatoes, Unpleasant scents, Milk, Being woken when sleeping, People playing with his ears, Braggarts
Hobbies: Tea sampling, Equipment maintenance, Talking about 'the Good Old Days', Night-time strolls, Eating and drinking

Background:
Grent is one of the only three surviving members of the original Athena Familia. Him, the previous Familia's Captain and one more - now retired - member, were the only ones who managed to get out of the dungeon six years ago. What actually happened down there is still unclear, and Grent is loathe to talk about it in any capacity, becoming tight-lipped and moody whenever the topic is brought. If pushed for more, he'll often just get up and walk off, grumbling in annoyance.

As for his own story though, Grent was born the son of a baker right here in Orario. He lived his entire life in the city, seeing adventurers and citizens every day. As a youth, he helped in his father's work and took care of his sickly mother. However, after she died and her father became a drunken wreck who mismanaged and neglected his work, Grent left to pursue a new life.

He was a large young man, having been forced to haul around sacks of flour and grains. So, he naturally took to the path of adventuring - it seemed an easy and quick way to make a living. But oh, how wrong the baker's boy was. His early career was nothing short of being a pincushion for any monsters he met. With no actual previous knowledge or experience in fighting, the Chienthrope soon learned the hard way that fighting and killing critters to make a living was way more dangerous, painful ad frightening than he could ever have imagined.

Still, he perservered and, over a long, long time, managed to develop his combat prowess and become a capable warrior in his own right. At this point in time, he was part of a different Familia, but a certain event involving someone he had thought of as a friend, who framed him for something he had not done, left him with no choice but to leave that particular group. He attempted to enroll with other Familia, but nobody would take him in, as they had all heard the rumors of his supposed 'crime'.

However, once Athena arrived in Orario, she was quick to notice the man, offering him to join her budding, new fledgeling Familia. With no other real options, Grent agreed and became one of the first members, and also the one who would live and survive the longest. He enjoyed his time with this new Familia thoug, making many good friends and coming to loosen up a bit. Of course, the tragedy that happened later and the suffering it brought to his Goddess also had a major impact on Grent himself.

Still, he remembers fondly the good times he had with his friends in the past, and it still brings a slight smile to the old man, even to this day.

Wallet: Grent donates all his earned money to the Familia.

Parameters & Skills:

Level: 4
Achieved Floor: 26th Floor
Class: Adventurer
Affiliation: Athena Familia

Equipment:
In This list, you'll list all the notewrothy gear your character is currently using. To begin with, choose something basic like:
- Leather and Plate-augmented Chainmail
- Plated Quality Greaves
- Plated Quality Gauntlets
- Adventurer's Cloak
- Tornado (Quality Battle Axe)

Stats:
•Strength: E
•Endurance: E
•Dexterity: E
•Agility: F
•Magic: I

Basic Skills:
- Battle Commands: H
- Berserk: I

Development Skills:
- Abnormal Resistance: H
- Hunter: H
- Axeman: I

Spells:
- None
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