Name: Yota Foji Age: 37 Race: Human Sub: Horn Head Faction: Thieves Guild Epithet: Morality Alignment: Lawful Evil Gender: Male Height: 19'8" Weight: 1,843 lbs
Appearance:
His face is rough and rigid, a strong jawline follows suit with it. His mouth is big and always seems to be frowning, with two giant teeth sticking out from his under bite where his canines would be. Some would even call them tusks with how obstructive they may seem. His eyes always furrowed and angry, with thick brows to accommodate after all of the times they've been burnt off they've built a resistance by becoming thicker. The color of his eyes are a strong vibrant honey tone, especially in the light they glisten. His ears are small and round, with his massive goat like horns however any hardly notice them. Some facial hair covers his chin, and his chin alone, a mustache is too ticklish.
He has allowed his hair to grow without cutting it for his whole life. So in order to control it to get out of his way when he is "working" he stuffs it into a giant bun. His hair is dry and old, never having taken care of a day of his life, it's singed with the flames from his smithing. Dried out from the salty air and intense heat he goes through on a daily basis. The color of his older hair fades from red being the oldest exposed to the most heat, then yellow, then back to his natural hair color of black.
His body is large, somewhat shaped like a boulder or a mountain. He has plenty of hardened muscle underneath from all the fighting he has done in his years but also a layer of fat over top, he eats his fill until he's satisfied. His arms are rather thin in comparison to the rest of his body but they are dense and compact of muscle. His legs are much more appropriate to the rest of his proportions. He doesn’t have any body hair because he burnt off every follicle doing his work.
He enjoys wearing big comfortable clothes. A pair of shorts varying in different designs and color, some would say they’d be tacky. Holding up his shorts he uses a long rope wrapped around his body multiple times. Tying the rope up in a giant bow knot, having them wrapped around multiple times. He wears a large coat over his shoulders, staying open allowing a lot of exposure of his torso. His hair is kept in a bun by a chain and a pair of chopsticks suited for his size.
Personality:
Yota is a calm and collected man who simply spends his days working on what he loves, being his skill in blacksmithing. He has a lot of self control and can think rationally in most scenarios. He believes in getting things done before anything else, so he always tries the rational talking things out approach. He's especially skilled in making deals, primarily do to two factors, he prefers to speak in only facts and sees no real benefit in lying unless it's to save their lives. The second factor being intimidation, he may not be doing it intentionally majority of the time, but his outward appearance alone is one that scares the common person. So when he actually attempts to intimidate he does so through feats of strength, and making sure he isn't known as a bluffer by following through with action after he makes a threat.
However as relaxed as he may seem, there’s a lot more deep inside. He is unforgiving, you dare to cross him in any shape or form and he will see it as the biggest disrespect of his life. Especially when he has placed so much trust into the person. He will never trust those who crossed him, not even for the smallest amount. This is why he allows no one close to him, not family, not even to make friends. His whole life he hasn't had a single person he considered a friend, all he's thought of is progress and his work. Due to this unforgivable nature he would never want to see what it would be like to be betrayed by someone you held so close to your heart.
He is not open to a lot of things, he isn't very experimental with experiences such as food or thrills. He does not want to stray from what he knows for the matter of either disappointment or disgust awaits him. So getting him to try new things will be a very much so difficult task, especially when the old fashioned has never let him down. He's stubborn about it, and he isn't going to be changing that any time soon, he'd rather reject a small child's offer than to try whatever it is they're offering.
He's a hard worker, ever since he was a child he put the most effort possible into being able to get things started from the ground up. Working on his own skills, working on bettering things for himself and those around him. He has never once given up on anything he's set his mind to, if he says it will be done then it will be, even to this day he has now placed so much focus into blacksmithing. He never goes back on his word and his efforts are made with the best he can do, he won't let someone down with a hollow promise that's for certain, so he also thinks before he speaks and sees if it is a thing he can do within reason.
He also is not an idiot, he's actually pretty smart if anything. Being able to teach himself to read from a young age and learning many skills as he grew up along with his rational thinking he can make some very wise choices. If he reads about it he will be able to recall it with ease, so he isn't a forgetful person either. He can remember plenty and isn't foolish enough to be tricked easily unless it was a pretty large plan. He does so by constantly checking everything, someone's attitude, their physical behavior, how they respond, it all makes a difference and all can tell different tales.
Deep inside of his heart, it’s as cold as the ore mined from the scrap mountains. All he’s interested in is himself as the top of his priorities, even if what he does betters the life of those around him it was all for him in the end. Whatever he wishes to do will be what he does, even if it puts others in harm. His methods of dealing with his issues may be seen as somewhat on the evil side. Whether it be to get what he needs or solving a solution, he tends to resort to his fists if things don’t seem to settle verbally. If they won’t understand his point, then they’ll have to understand his hammer. He still isn't prone to rage even when this is his state of mind however, he is simply choosing to fight instead of talking anymore so it is not coming from anger.
It seems like two sides of a very thin coin, while he tries to be rational on one end if things don’t seem to make progress he will make the progress happen. Not a lot makes this man smile or happy aside from his own work. Getting to know others isn’t his strong suit, however if an effort is made towards him he will try to make an effort himself. Only those closest to him, or his best customers, will he bother making anything with rare materials. While every job is of excellent quality to get better, only some he sees worthy of the effort for the best.
Likes:
Rare Metals
Quality Weapons
Dedicated workers
Cool Refreshing Drinks
Business
Dislikes:
Procrastination
Shoddy Work
Rip Offs
Mass Made Production
Liquor
Blue: West Home Island: Blight Cap History
When one thinks of the ocean and islands one imagines a nice green lush island with massive amounts of water surrounding them. However not everything is sunshine and peaceful lives. Some islands have been left out to die from previous jobs and things done to them. An island in the West Blue, surrounded by red mist. Near impossible to see through with the naked eye, the red mist that surrounds the island may look like a curse to those none the wiser. However truth be, the mist being particles of red oxidation broken off and fluctuating through air currents. Waving through the “mist” to the island itself slowly reveals what is waiting, a land of red. Those who dock could easily see the rust that coats the land. A giant mountain in the center of the island surrounded by towns. Not an ounce of vegetation on this whole body of land, one wouldn’t even be able to start a farm if they tried with the land of this island.
This is Blight Cap, an island who once was a thriving mining island community across the West Blue. Proud craftsmen came from this island, making all sorts of talented metal crafters. From various types of engineers, tinkerers, architects, Shipwrights, any type of craft you can think of that can use metal. The towns were lively and filled with people to the brim passionate to work in what they loved. With a constant flow of ore from the mountain fueling them to work more a lot of amazing quality creations were made. Simple machineries, powerful structures, excellent weapons, and new inventions.
However with the uprise of industry in the West Blue lots of the skilled artisans were taken away from Blight Cap reducing it to a simple mining island. Companies taking them to work on their new projects, and create innovation. The mountain in the middle of the island was rich in strong metallic ores that supplied the island and many others in trading routes. With the disappearance of the artisan’s what was left behind were the miners and their families. Of course not just the people, but hundreds upon thousands of the creations from the past. Left with no one to take care of their condition or knowing what to do with many they were abandoned. Allowing them to rust over time with the ocean salty sea in the air oxidation was a fast matter.
With a strong core of revenue and innovation gone from the island the streets left barren of life. A new wave of style of living came across the people, one of survival. While those who continued a life of mining to make their income many thugs were born. Those who didn’t want to work in the mines themselves, took the ore from the miners and set up their own distribution routes to earn an income. The miners suffered immensely from this, barely able to afford for shipments of food to come to the island to supply for the people. The people were hungry, while those at the top of the gangs kept the majority of the wealth for themselves. No one dare challenge them, and this was the type of home this island became.
Year 752
This is where Yota grew up, born and not really raised. His mother was a human, the whereabouts of his father are very much unknown even to this day. However, to his concern he couldn’t care even if he did meet him to this day. His mother was someone who simply provided him a roof to stay under, even if it was deteriorated. Aside from that not much came from her, not food, not compassion, not love, not advice. He had to fend for himself growing up, he isn’t sure what she did for him as a baby and infant as he can’t remember those years of course. So a spot in him tells him she’s taken care of him at least during those times. He never had much family aside from her, and even then it didn’t feel like family much.
Growing up he was a stay to himself child, he never talked to others much, never made friends. He took whatever the much older bullies had to dish out on a nearly daily basis where he was given a smack down for whatever goods he had or just for the sheer satisfaction of it. These days imbued a strong solidarity into himself, he was always alone but he never felt alone. He didn’t need others, not to be there with him, not to look after him, he took care of everything himself. A lone wolf by the definition of it, because of this he never spoke much either. So his voice never really developed, becoming a low tone raspy growl practically as he tries to speak nowadays. Hardly audible to those who aren’t giving there all to him to understand what he’s saying. However these years built “character”, of course more so meaning strength. He became stronger emotionally and physically. Taking all those beatings helped him deal with pain, and learn how others fought by just watching what they did among themselves and to him.
In his youth he got by day to day by stealing food from others. Then occasionally bringing some clean scrap he could find some scrap recyclers and they gave him enough Beli to buy something to eat. However the thievery got him into trouble several times, whether he was caught or not he made sure to scarf down the food as fast as he could. Being in such a poverty stricken situation he didn't have much food. So contrasted to his current build, he was rather thin. Barely any meat on his bones he was always hungry. This set forth his first dream, to never have to go hungry again.
Age 10; 762
Years had gone by. Around he reached the age of 10 and his life was about to reach a new point. Anywhere someone went footprints followed behind in the red "sand" behind them. He went out and looked at the structures and crafted items. Spending many days in a month to observe how they were shaped. How the items were composed, the pieces and many intricacies. It then came to ponder to him, while a lot of these were impressive inventions in their own way, who made the individual pieces. How did common people make metal, a very hard substance, bend to their whim to make what shape they desired. These questions and more humped back and forth in his head day by day, however the answer simply presented itself.
One faithful afternoon Yota was going through some buildings, then one caught his eye. This building had the door rusted shut to the hinges and frame, making it near impossible to enter. His curiosity spiked up, so he began to try to find a way inside. Going around the walls seeing if he could find a hole to enter maybe, a window somewhere, maybe even a second door? However no matter what he couldn't find a thing. Letting out a sigh he gave a peer into the house through the small mail slot of the door. Trying to grasp as to what the place was as he looked into what was in store. Due to the lack of any lighting he could hardly make out anything from here, but something did catch his attention. Some items glinted in the small amount of light that went through the small glass pane on the door.
He started to shake the door, trying to see if he could force off some of the rust encasing it shut. Then stepping back he prepared a good amount of distance between him and the front door to then run forward and ram it with his shoulder. A loud metallic thud echoed out in the nearby vicinity, the door shifted by like an inch and with a small warped indentation where his shoulder made contact. This wasn’t enough to make him quit, very few things on this island were worth trying for, and he was pretty sure this was still as pointless but he’ll give it a try. Repeatedly slamming into the door one time after the other, reeling back to just charge forward with all his might. Finally busting the door down on his sixth attempt as rust flew up into the air making a small cloud of red fill it up. If there’s anything Yota had learned during his time here, do not breathe in the red air. Many have suffered poisoning and internal bleeding from doing so recklessly. He always brought his shirt up to cover his mouth, whilst others with more wealth had specialized masks. Ranging from as simple as a custom cloth around their mouth, all the way up to full breathing masks around their mouth to filter the rust out.
He quickly covered his nose and mouth with his shirt, looking everywhere inside of the home as the rust began to die down. He walked in and observed the things closer. Being a small house that was closed shut with a tight seal a lot in here was not touched by time. Seeing an oil lantern Yota went to grab it, with the turning of a knob the flame ignited and began to burn the oil. Using the lantern he luminated the house. A long counter top split the living room into two, before the counter there were many open shelves and cabinets mostly empty. Then he brought his attention to where he saw the glint, it was atop of a small table housing a lamp, but the shine came from something much smaller. A very well made iron dagger. It had a shine to it like that of the sun, any light on it was reflected off. The handle is made and carved from a very caramel colored wood with deep dark grains. Of course to the boy, this was just a neat knife. He tried thrusting it out from his chest height, enjoying the feeling of his hand around it. It cut through the air like butter with no resistance at all, this could be one of the best made knives he had ever seen.
After some time playing with the knife he started to look around even more. Other weapons sat around, a scabbard sword, a buckler shield, three small knives, and then an arm bracer. Of course he wondered why there were weapons around here. Eventually he moved forward, looking past the counter. A small crate of some old belongings sat down on the floor. Not much was left, a few coins, some tools like a rubber mallet and a wrench. It lost his interest quickly, so he moved on to the backroom. The room was completely dark, incapable of seeing what was ahead until he brought in the lamp to shine some light on what awaited for him.
The room was filled to the brim with unrusted metals. Ingots sat around organized in rows from iron, silver, steel, and one that Yota had never heard about before, but it was the one in least supply. He moved to the end of the room, a type of fireplace with an anvil beside it. There were some tools resting nearby. Some sort of weird pincer things although the ends were flat, a variety of small hammers one wouldn’t know why you need so many hammers of slightly different shapes. However it became clearer by the second, he looked into the furnace, where a distorted ingot was, an incomplete weapon. The coals were white with ash having lost their fuel, he sighed out not seeing much of interest so far.
He kept looking, hoping to find some stuff of value possibly, but the next best thing was a large book on a table top. Filled to the brim with organizers, tabs, notes, and all sorts of writings and scribbles to organize the book in whoever owned it own way. Looking at the leather cover covered in dust, the drawing of a forge and hammer was burnt into it depicting the striking of steel. It read out, “The Core of Blacksmithing” on the title. The actual author itself was not clear on the front cover as the burning indention became warped and easily obstructed due to the writing having been made so small compared to the title and image. Yota was confused as to what he was looking at exactly, he opened the book and started to flip through it looking at the illustrations inside of the pages. It depicted imagery of several different weapons. Swords of large variety, from common cutlass to exquisite katanas, and even large two handed zephyrs. Large bludgeon weapons like hammers, clubs, staffs, and so many others. Weapons attached to links like nunchucks, maces, even separable bo-staffs.
The list went on and on, seeing all of these sparked a lot inside the young mind of the boy. In their current situation the best weapons were makeshift ones from all the scrap. Or just grabbing a nice swingable piece of scrap like a pipe. Seeing so many more versatile forms of weaponry that are far superior to what he had last envisioned they would be like for his life on this island, he wanted to know the ins and outs. The beginning of the book spoke over the workings of blacksmithing and the tools, in an island where education was no longer a priority he still knew how to read. He caught up to teaching himself to read with a lot of his alone time to keep himself occupied. Grabbing the books that remained he tried his best to read and eventually started reading at a much higher level than most would be at his age. Luckily he also had a dictionary to translate words not commonly used day to day to fully understand what they meant.
He slapped the blacksmith book down onto the ground nice and open so he could lie down to read it. However before he could start he had to go fetch his dictionary that he had hiding in a little spot. So he made sure to leave when no one else was around, and closed the somewhat bent door behind him so it won’t be so noticeable. Leaving the small house he ran down the streets, he was determined to get it all started, and so that day was the start.
Age 11; year 763
The skills had begun to materialize. While he was book smart on the subject, he made sure to study all this time doing the references to the actual tools in the place. He had maintained the quality of the area, sweeping and making sure everything was clean as he kept studying day by day. He practiced little by little every day, using oil as a form of fuel to ignite flames to heat up the metal with what little resources they had. He had kept all of this secret up to this point. A lot of crude shapes of metals trying to follow the steps to make weapons. He had constantly jumped between different weapons trying to make them all, but he finally realized he should focus one at a time. If he kept jumping around he would never really learn how to make something out of all this, so to truly hone his skills he had been focusing on making a proper knife blade. Out of everything to do on this island, join a gang, fight, read more books, learning this side about smithing was actually the best. Yota enjoyed every moment of it, spending his time learning how these weapons came to be.
With time came more skill and practice, until he finally made himself a proper knife blade. Nothing too impressive, being only about three inches in length. However it was his first, and he was proud of it. In the meantime he also made great effort in defending himself, primarily thanks to that dagger he had found when he first got into the smith shop. Bullies can’t bully very well with cold steel deep inside of their stomach. Aside from that no one ever bothered him again even more knowing he had an actual clean weapon on his person. For now he dedicated himself to working hard on this, and started to take things over little by little.
Year 763-769
Things began to take a turn for all of Blight Cap, and it started with one boy. While the other craftsman may have abandoned the island for bigger opportunities to work in the West, Yota got to work. He collected a lot of the scrap metal around, clearing off the rust from it as told in the book of smithing. He then repurposed the metal by melting it down into ingots. He went to the men running the gangs, they essentially ran the island. Yota spoke to someone for once, and it was for change. He showed the book and what he had learned by giving them all small daggers. Striking a deal with them he worked little by little. He could return some life to this island if they paid the grunts and bumps on the island to work by collecting the scrap and abandoned metal, removing the rust and melting it down. This way they had some form of economy flow instead of the gang hoarding it all for themselves. How did he convince them, it was easy, bigger potential. While they kept the mines running he promised he would make them weapons. Learn to smith and provide them anything they need from metal. This quickly began to prove much better than most anticipated. Weapons, armor, tools, lanterns, silverware, everything they ever needed. With plenty of the rusted metal being cleaned up you could start to see the old town that once lived here.
While Yota supplied them with everything they needed they essentially accepted him as one of their own. Allowing streamline access to everything. Giving him new housing, and one for his mother. At this point though Yota didn't have much attachment to his mother, so he spoke to her for the first time in all these years. "I don't know what you've done for me. I won't ask really, but I want you to know I'm going through with this. You can enjoy the luxuries we'll be having, but please, don't get in my way mother."
After that it was hardly anything to talk about as he kept about his own business. He worked days and nights, the gang protected him from those bullies who had constantly harassed him and scared all of the grunts straight, by making them members themselves. Low tier members but they thought how to really fight. Soon the island became industrialized as demand was met by a hard working child spending the years to work the days into a better future. Being supplied all he needed and food it became a simple task.
Age 18; 770
The gang was now less of a gang and more of an organization. Yota had his guards look after him as he established himself into high ranking. His smithing skills became excellent, he could craft anything he out his mind into with a forge. He needed to get better though, they may have been good but they still had the taste of crudely made to them, he needed to achieve a 'finesse' for such things. whenever he needed inspiration he would go out and look at the abandoned creations. See what details they used to make contraptions and creations look so refined and artistic. He took books with empty pages and inks and began to draw draft designs for weapons. Giving them curves, designs, patterns, and care rather than just functionality.
However in these endeavors of his, is when it all started. The plague rain. It poured down from the sky for several nights. While everyone took shelter he did not care about some rain he thought to himself. He continued to study the designs and make mental notes. Even bringing some samples of his and attempting to recreate some of what he saw. However with so much reckless exposure to what little did he know was a toxic rain he began to change. Everyone was shocked at first, he was very much growing much taller than all of them. He was in a prime age but a growth spurt of this caliber was ridiculous. He went from a modest 5'6" to a tremendous 8'8" in the span of the year. Yota questioned it but he did not conclude it was rain. He simply thought he was having a wild growth spurt. His bottom canines were also getting a bit longer, but not to the point it was noticeable. While he studied art and style for his craft to truly refine it, things began to change a bit more.
Age 19; year 771
As much as he enjoyed what he did, the fact of the matter was they lacked a lot of resources. While the organization, going under the name of "RedHill Metal" did keep the majority still, the matter of fact the trade routes they've made wasn't enough to supply for everyone. There was still some stragglers and street urchins going on about, and so they've chosen to take care of it. They deployed three different crews. Each with the sole purpose of getting them food, through any means necessary. Every group was different, one was the Honesty Crew. They went to markets and bought all they could at low prices to get a huge stock, purchasing a chunk of the food necessities. Then there was the second crew, Greed Crew, they took what they thought to be deemed valuable. Lots of money, artifacts, luxuries, and as a gift for Yota some new metals or weapons with interesting design. Finally the Informant Crew, they gathered information on how it's going around West Blue. Find out maybe why they were so easily forgotten, whereabouts of some things they took interest in. They all worked together like a machine, only for it all to eventually become something bigger.
Like Yota himself, throughout the year his mutations began to grow and worsen, he had tusks at this point, and horns on his head began to spiral out. His height grew up to an immense 17'9" making the others begin to somewhat fear him even though he continued his docile lifestyle of working as a blacksmith. A few others began to show similar signs of these mutations. From the growth spurts and much smaller horns coming out from their head. Maybe they all simply shared some common ancestor? Not much was known as they hardly got anything to this island besides their trade routes, not even information. Even though Yota had mutated to such an immense size he kept working, but with the size came a few other things.
He no longer needed bodyguards, a simple accidental heavy tap and a person would be on their knees. He was a lot stronger now, his body formed muscle across it, even though he never bothered to work out for muscle. He mostly just spent doing light jogs every other day to stay fit. He used to have a slender build, but now he was a lot bulkier in comparison. He could lift up very heavy objects, and crush others down. This was a little troublesome because he had to relearn to control his Strength when smithing or else everyone would have bent out of shape weapons.
It got to the point where the organization actually saw him to be capable of fighting on his own, and even maybe as one of their best choices for fights. So they made him take a break from smithing for a little while, and taught him the basics of fighting. Nothing too amazing or skillful, just how to bash a skull in if need be. Teaching him from how to throw a proper punch to using common day weapons. His strength alone made up for whatever lack of skill and experience he had. It all came naturally to him, hes unsure as to why he was just capable of feeling out how to fight but it was like instinct. Eventually though he came up with his weapon of choice, a hammer. Just like how as a blacksmith he would be able to bring down a hammer to forge he will do the same to fight. So he began to work on a model, to efficiently crush bones and kick some ass, sized up to scale for someone as large as him.
Then eventually Red Hill Metal, became known as a small organization to some. They were manufacturers, no they're brutes and thieves, no they are miners, no they're just looking for food, it was all true. No one was wrong in their judgement because it was all correct. The only ones who were wrong in the end however were those who thought they were pushovers. With some notoriety came those who want a slice of notoriety pie. Pirates, gangs, business men, they all came to try to get control over RedHill but in the end the size of the check didn't matter. Especially not to Yota. Yota had turned the whole island into what it was today, a survivable community in this form of economy and lessened their battles among themselves. If anyone even thought of coming between him and his work, they would be receiving the blunt end of his hammer.
Age 20; Year 772
He had fully grown into a behemoth of a man, reaching 19' 2" and his horns fully sprouted to that of an angry goat. His body filled with muscle, his eyes filled with determination, and his forge full of metal. He sat, at the very top as King of the Hill. His new found strength made him fearful to even his peers. He did a lot more fighting nowadays. When they went out to go steal an important item in need he made sure to tag along to really present the showcase of breaking and entering.
With this assertion in territory and Strength Yota was quickly feared among not only those who challenged the group but also his peers. Many outside of Blight Cap island seemed to be able to recognize what had happened to him. They had mentioned that the Plague Rain had done similar things to other people and even fishmen, making them into some sort of freaks. Meaning it wasn’t something possibly on his father’s side of blood, he simply exposed himself to this toxic rain for far too long. He remembered those days and nights he sat in the rain to study the creations to enhance his artistic value over forging. A kind of minor depression went over him realizing why his body was how it was. He was warped, his DNA altered by whatever chemical rain that had been falling for years from the sky. How did this happen, this didn’t sound natural in the slightest, it has to be a man made disaster, it had to be. On this day he looked to find out what had happened to him and a few of his coworkers. Then of course after hearing the news the moment ‘negotiations’ went south he introduced them to the end of his hammer.
Becoming the head of RedHill meant a lot more responsibility was on his shoulders. He had less time to work on his smithing, so he began to automate the process. Creating molds to fill out their necessary supply, and so began a new era for RedHill.
Present; 789
The years have gone by,Yota has made a stable life. A powerful organization of thieves, that stole whatever precious metals, artifacts, treasure, food, anything they sought for themselves. Blight Cap Island returned to a livable place for anyone to come, but who sat on top of the mountain was Red Hill. They kept the island up and running, but the years had gone by so fast. His belly now full and he kept working on becoming stronger. However he looked around, and he saw a plateau, he looked at his work and saw another. He refused to let this be his life, comfort was nice, but he didn’t have the chances to work on his craft like he once did. Life began to feel monotonous, nothing new was happening, nothing exciting. So he took it upon himself to elect the next most capable person to the chair, and he packed up his tools and his hammer. Letting himself find out what more there could be waiting for him, and what new weapons he could make.
Future: Enhancing his skill to the point of mastery, able to smith any metal weapon into something Legendary. To eventually build a status for himself when someone calls for his aid. Dream/Goal: To become the best Blacksmith
Job: Blacksmith Salary: Freelancing Name: Blacksmith Background: Growing up in an old mining town, the main resources around were ores. He took it upon himself to forge whatever scrap metal he could find into something new to change not only the island but himself. Combat Potential: Heat Resistance & Knowledge of Weapons Non-Combat Potential: Able to craft objects and weapons from metals. Good eye for quality material and forged goods. Tool savvy.
Last Edit: Jul 3, 2020 7:27:31 GMT -8 by milkshots
Name:Hammer Weapon Class:Skilled Grade: C Description: A ten foot long handle extending out up to a large Hammer Head blunt on both sides like that of a barrel. The metal forges it into a giant round shape, with bolts at either end holding down the metal plates. The radius of the hammer head being 8 feet. Weight: Heavy Durability: C+ Slots: 0/3 Arrangement & Cost: (Material Cost)
Name: Horn Head Type: Special Trait Effect: The character's horns receive a 1.5x Endurance & Durability increase.
Faction Traits
Name: Forger
Type: Faction Trait Description: Having experience in thievery he always made sure he got the bigger cut of the cash prize. Effect: Whenever beli is earned he gets an increased % of Beli. Levels: 1: When Beli is earned add an additional 10% Beli 2: When Beli is earned add an additional 15% Beli 3: When Beli is earned add an additional 20% Beli 4: When Beli is earned add an additional 25% Beli 5: When Beli is earned add an additional 35% Beli
Job
Name: Forger Type: Job Trait (Job) Description: Taking metal and their tools they’ve learned how to forge objects and weapons out of metal. Effect: Allows the crafting of tools, weapons, objects, etc at a blacksmith station. Levels: 1: Can make Skillful 2: Can make Great Items 3: Can make Mighty Items 4: Can make Supreme Items 5: You have Mastered your craft
Job Traits
Name: Weapon Handler Type: Job Trait (Combat) Description: The user has forged so many weapons he knows the in and outs, their strengths and flaws. Effect: When fighting against a weapon user, increases your Perception by a % Levels: 1: Going against an armed opponent increases your Perception & Wit
Name: Repair Type: Function Job Trait Description: The user repairs broken weapons, tools, etc at the forge. Materials: 50% of item's own material cost + Light: 5 | Medium: 10 | Heavy 15 Levels: 1: 500 Words+ 50% of the item's own word count cost| 1 Slot
Name: Reinforcement Type: Function Job Trait Description: Crafting an item or weapon allows for more direct hits to last. Materials: Additional materials of the grade being crafted Light: 5 | Medium: 10 | Heavy 15 Levels: 1: +1 Hit before breaking | 1 Slot 2: +2 Hits before breaking | 1 Slot 3: +3 Hits before breaking | 1 Slot 4: 5:
Proficiency Job
Trait Name: Mallet Smack Type: Job Trait|Proficiency Origin: Having no longer needed guards he took it upon himself to truly get into fighting, his weapon of choice being a giant hammer to strike down with crushing blows Description: Using a giant heavy hammer one uses it in combination with their monstrous strength to swing it about to deal immense amounts of damage upon impact. One then learns how to use it in many fashions from wide long swings to short quicker strikes. Then learning to use momentum and the power behind the weapon to weaponize it past amazing capabilities. Skill+ Traits: Crushing Momentum | Aerial Blows | Metal Warp Level: (1-5) Requirements: The use of a large hammer like weapon and large strength.
Skill +
Trait Name: Crushing Momentum Type: Job Trait|Skill+ Description: The user learns how to control the momentum in their attacks, enhancing the powerful strikes they create by building it up. Levels: Lvl. 1 - Basic Proficiency:N/A Lvl. 2 - Skilled Proficiency: Using basic momentum control one can perform a wide long swing to build up some extra potency in a swing attack. Lvl. 3 - Technical Proficiency: Spinning the hammer around in a circle with their hand he can build up some momentum with this to deal a powerful blow releasing all of that quickly built momentum, Lvl. 4 - Expert Proficiency: Spinning his entire body around with the hammer in his hand like a top, he can build up immense amounts of momentum. However when performing this loses 15% perception due to incapable of seeing. Until finally coming to a stop with their impact to release a devastating amount of momentum in their attack. Lvl. 5 - Heroic Proficiency: Capable of now storing momentum, casually charging up with casual swinging or strikes at nothing will build up the momentum into the hammer. Until finally the next attack makes contact releasing all of the built up energy and tension all at once creating a varying result depending on the charge up. Requirements: C- Speed & Agility | C+ Strength & Power |
Trait Name: Aerial Blows Type: Job Trait|Skill+ Description: Using the flat end of a swingable blunt weapon one can concentrate their power into the air to send out a carefully aimed concentrated attack. Used to send out weaker hits via distance, also to knock back opponents and projectiles with the pressurized attack. Levels: Lvl. 1 - Basic Proficiency: Close Range Lvl. 2 - Skilled Proficiency: Short Range Lvl. 3 - Technical Proficiency: Mid Range Lvl. 4 - Expert Proficiency: Long Range Lvl. 5 - Heroic Proficiency: Far Range Requirements: C+ Perception & Wits | C+ Strength & Power |
Fighting Skills
Locked Traits
Name: Heat Expert Type: Job Trait (Versatile) Description: Skilled in the heat of the forge they’ve built up a resistance to intense heat. Effect: When in a hot environment, being touched by things like hot metal, they do not flinch. Levels: 1:
Name: Seastone Coating Type: Function Job Trait Description: Taking seastone ore one can coat an object or weapon with it. Materials: 20% Material Quantity in Seastone Levels: 1: You can coat a small object in seastone | 1 Slot
Heavy Mallet: Attacking with a hammer always provides a Vantage Point to Strength & Power.
Destructive Power: Destructive Range of hammer related attacks are 50% larger.
Steel Grip: Your finger grip strength has increased due to the weight of these huge hammers. Making being disarmed near impossible.
Last Edit: Jul 3, 2020 17:40:35 GMT -8 by milkshots
Good app, i'll approve you with 10M Beli and 23k Doriki. You have a lot of traits. Lower Reinforcement to Lvl 1. Also remove(or strike) Heavy Mallet and Destructive Power trait at the end of your app. You registered Hammer Down as a Job, but if it's your fighting style, it should be a Proficiency Trait.
