Avatar Name: Magnus the Great
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Gender: Male
Age: 22
Height: 6'6"
Build:
IG - Tall, Broad shouldered, muscle bound.
IRL - Tall, Broad shouldered, really out of shape.
Sexuality: Straight
Level: 16
Weapon Skill: One-handed War Hammer
Non-Combat Skills: None.
Passive Skills: Extended Weight Limit
Combat Skills:
- Heavy Metal Equipment
- Battle Healing
One-Handed War Hammer Skills
- Power Attack: A powerful overhead strike which hits with significant force. Only hits once and only effects a single target but it deals more damage than a single hit from most sword arts.
- - Staggering Blow: A hit which staggers most enemies, interrupting enemy special attacks and sword skills. This attack has a cooldown period which was implemented to prevent the user from completely shutting down all their enemies attacks. As well as interrupting special attacks and weapon skills attacks this attack also causes the foe struck by it to be very briefly stunned.
(Once discovered more skills will be added.)
Equipped Armor: Starter's Plated Chain-mail
Equipped Weapon: Starter's Mace.
Inventory: A shield.
Demeanor:
He is a neurotic little man. Saying he is antisocial doesn't begin to cover his dislike of the outside world in general. His childhood left a severe mark on his ego which he compensates for by having an absurdly large one in-game. He can't be happy unless he is constantly winning, leading him to obsessively grind and number crunch until he has the best of everything and can defeat anything without effort.
PKing (Player Killing) is not his style as it distracts from his grinding but he has PK'd in the past when somebody else tries to steal his kills. Surprisingly though he is quite hard to antagonize, keeping his head even when everyone else is either freaking out or trying to troll him. He is quite intelligent and when put to a task he can be quite resourceful should push come to shove. His main weaknesses is his hubris and that he does not cooperate with others very often as it forces him to divide the rewards which is detrimental to the sole purpose of his gaming.
Offline he is a quiet person who talks rarely and mostly avoids contact with anyone he doesn't have to interact with. He spends most of the day when he is not online counting the seconds until he is online. Something he tries not to show online but someone can sometimes see when talking to him, especially in real life, is glimpses of the sullen bitterness and self resentment he has been accustomed to over the years.
RP Sample:
Right from the start he hit the ground running. The world rushed in, his senses absorbing every detail. Every aspect of the land surrounding him was a tad overwhelming, disorienting him momentarily as he adjusted from the quiet darkness of the loading screen to the flood of light and sounds and textures. He stood in the middle of the starting city, right nearby a fountain where many players were chatting with each other, most marveling at the sophistication of the game's graphics. He spared not a moment of time, racing in as straight a line as possible to the blacksmith. This was not his first time working through this routine.
True to his nature Phillip had hit the ground running as soon as he got into the beta. He orchestrated a strict regiment to conduct his questing on, reducing the amount of time he had to spend between grinding mobs and completing quests. Regardless of whether or not his character was permanent he power leveled like a madman. He used up all the vacation time his work offered, bought himself a months supply of caffeinated soda and snack foods and did absolutely nothing else but grind levels. By the time beta was over he had gained twenty pounds and his whole house reeked of cat urine but it was so worth it for that one last level he might not have gotten if he chose to sleep that one night he felt tired in between caffeine highs. He ignored almost everything that was not relevant to leveling. Quest dialogue? Beautiful scenery? Interaction with other players? PVP? Forget that noise, leveling was where he was at.
Before the NPC could even begin it's dialogue he ran through a blur of select phrases for navigation. "Menu! Basic Mace! Basic Shield! Plated Chain! Here's the pay, I'm gone!" Before it could even get out a coherent response he had taken the desired gear, leaving basically all of his starting fund with the large character as he darted from the store.
The only time he wasn't manically running was when he was donning his equipment. Clutching his iron mace in one hand, his medium sized metal shield in the other, he dashed towards the starting zone where the mobs lived, his chain links rattling all the way as they bounced from his hurried footsteps. His plan was to level his skills in one handed mace and shield. The sword was only really for utility purposes such as cutting through foliage but would still prove useful for combat should an enemy ever disarm him of his mace somehow.
He stood valiant in face of his opponents. Many a dire boar and dire snake had met their grizzly end at the head of his mace. The pummeling he had doled out to the mobs served him well, delicious experience points bringing about a good few levels towards his mace and shield skills. Levels, that all addicting reward which brings such bliss with every one he earns. After he grew exhausted from dishing out pain he simply sat, marshaling his constitution while he bathed in the glory of his first few levels. His ecstasy for gaining levels was tempered only by the knowledge that other people might be getting them too, closing the gap between their levels and his own. That would not do.
As he was about to continue he was dragged from the green surroundings of his mob farm to the starting city. It was there that the creator unveiled his great deception to the horror of many gamers. Many except Phil. He did not see the threat of death as much of a threat. He was already unsatisfied with his real life as it was. To experience death in the virtual world he'd probably want to be dead for screwing up so bad anyways. The fact he wasn't able to log out was little but an inconvenience. He had his apartment set up ahead of time so he could survive for a long time plugged into this world without needing to exit.
It was after the creator finished his tirade that Phil swore to defeat all the floors and the final boss. His intent was not to rescue the other players from being trapped in the game as that would result in being kicked from the game world, something he had little to no intent in doing in the first place. He resolved in ascending the floors and defeating the final boss simply to prove he is the best. In his mind it truly was victory or death.
"Meh. If I die at least Chester can eat my corpse."
