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Goofy Backside Roland 180; Roland's gonna be a lot different from the RCPS victim you've come to know
Topic Started: May 23 2014, 04:08 AM (88 Views)
WingManEXE
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Character Name: Carver Roland Glade, prefers to go by Roland
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Weapon
Partnered? Nope
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Clothing and description: Roland is 5’11”, 150 lbs., lanky build with a fuller face and broad shoulders, blonde shaggy hair, green eyes and tanned skin from working on a farm. He prefers to wear his glasses, combat boots, baggy jeans, and a green hoodie over a goldenrod t-shirt, which he wears pretty much year round. Roland has two weapon forms, both called a glaive. The first variant of glaive is a six-foot long pole-arm weapon used in medieval Europe. The blade portion is roughly 18 inches long, with a hook on the back side to better catch horse riders, giving this weapon form the full name of glaive-guisarmes. The other variant is the standard Roman sword, known in France as a glaive, but better known as a gladius. The blade of the gladius is roughly 28 inches, with a roughly 4 inch hilt. Both forms have ornate engravings along the metal surfaces.

History: Carver grew up as the only child of a pair of Demon Weapons in a wealthy household in rural England. Or at least, that's where he lived. If we're being completely honest, a boy called Carver at home grew up as Roland the farm hand on his parent's estate. He didn't like being stuck in the house all the time, and enjoyed physical activity. Starting around age four when he really started becoming independent to a degree, the very intelligent boy called Carver, who was already beginning to read and develop logical skills, would quickly get through the homeschooling that was starting to come into being so that he could go outside, where he insisted people call him Roland because he thought it sounded more earthy. His parents were initially worried for his safety, but seeing the desire their son had, they instructed the house staff to encourage and support him.

After a few months of frequent visits to the grounds of his home, often escorted by one of the kind staff, Roland grew very attached to the animals on the small farm his family owned. He grew especially attached to the female gray cat, a Russian Blue, who lived in the barn. He still loved the other cats who lived there, a brother-sister pair of pure white Siamese and a female white cat with calico patches on her head and tail. However the gray one seemed particularly attached to Roland, and would do things like follow him around as he did things on the farm.

When Roland asked the head farmer who worked the land what her name was, he told him that none of the cats actually had names, and encouraged Roland to take the honor of doing so. The boy was exited to have such a privilege, as all the other animals on the farm he'd become close to already had names. He felt like he was being accepted as a part of the farm by being allowed to name some of the animals. He named the brother and sister Prospero and Miranda after the father and daughter in William Shakespeare's The Tempest (a play one maid read to him because he liked the cover of the hardback he found in his father's study) because he thought the way Prospero lead the other cats reminded him of the character, as did Miranda with her innocence. He named the calico Fig, because she was a tiny kitten when he first met her, and for some reason, she reminded him of the fruit. Finally, he named the gray cat Dot after the white spot on her neck that contrasted with her otherwise solid gray fur.

Roland's relationship with the cats of the farm could easily be passed as the closest he had to true friendship in his early years of life. Sometimes when he was feeling down for whatever reason, the boy would go down to the farm area and lay in the lofts of the barn to calm down and listen to the sounds of the farm. Almost every time without fail, Dot would find him and curl up with him, seemingly trying to comfort him. Prospero and Miranda for their part were the troublemakers of the farm. There were several occasions when a crashing sound from the barn could be attributed to the two, as they were both seen fleeing the scene with wide eyes and fur on end. They both had their good sides however, Prospero would sometimes watch for predators approaching the farm, and would come get someone if he found one, and Miranda was an excellent mouser. Fig was a very tolerant cat with a motherly attitude, even going as far as to look after and defend baby chickens and ducks from potential threats. Roland loved the cats with all of his heart.

At age 11, Roland began attending private middle schooling, which contrasted with his homeschooling previously. At home, everyone supported his interests and curiosity. Whether it was explanations of board games, logical puzzles, psychology or sociology, or learning about free running and mixed martial arts because he'd seen them on TV, there was always someone there to help him learn and try new things, giving him their full support. This academy was nearly the complete opposite experience. While the teachers and other figures of authority were just as supportive, the students were far less so. They often made fun of his passion for farming, thinking of it as a simpleton's chore and calling Carver a failure of a kid from a wealthy background for doing such things.

Most of the time, he was able to push most of it off, but it would occasionally lead to altercations. He always found Dot by his side when he was upset in the barn after particularly bad incidents. It was comforting to him to know that there was some living thing that wanted him to feel better, even if that wasn't the cat's intent. Her support helped him through his turbulent middle school years, and so, he began attending a private high school.

Now a 14 year old young adult, Carver had become fairly well versed in his interests. He was excellent at any sort of board, puzzle, or logic based game or activity. His passion for the way the brain and thoughts work as well as an innate talent for logic and games allowed him to surpass veterans of games of the like. He wasn't some weakling either, his years of farm labor as well as private tutoring in free running and the martial art known as Aikido gave him impressive physical ability considering his slim build. He'd begun wearing glasses in the break in-between middle and high school, but he didn't mind.

Many of his classmates from middle school had transferred with him to this school, and it wasn't long until more whispers of rumors came up around him, and his middle school bullies continued their antics. However, a certain girl who had joined one of the groups of friends who often antagonized him avoided such behavior, occasionally getting the teasing to stop with clever comments regarding her boredom and asking the group to go do something else. She'd look back at Carver, and though she didn't make any gesture, he was confident she was on his side.

After a couple of months of this, a group of boys noticed this behavior, and interpreted it as her having special feelings for Carver. The girl had become known as one of the best looking in the class, and the idea that she might find interest in someone as low on the totem pole as Carver as being attractive enraged them, and they took it out on him. They'd bully him and even try to beat him up in order to get him to stay away from her, but after a few attempts end with their asses thrown on the floor, they started resorting to other tactics, such as destruction of property and juvenile pranks.

Carver had become used to it by now, so it didn't really bother him. He often just reported it to the administration and let them deal with it. The bullying from both the jealous boys and the friends of the sympathetic girl continued however, and Carver just learned to deal with it. However, nothing could prepare him for the shitstorm that ensued near the end of his freshman year.

It had a very simple start. One morning, Carver saw the sympathetic girl standing in front of his locker, but when he made his approach, she noticed him and quickly fled. When he opened his locker, he found an unsigned letter asking him to meet the sender at a nearby park a little more than an hour after school ended. This wasn't the first time he'd received a letter like this, the boys tried it a few times to lure him into a trap, not that it ever worked. But since the meeting time was slightly peculiar, combined with the girl's odd behavior, Carver decided to go out on a limb and trust the sender, making plans to meet at the designated time and place, in case it had actually not been some childish prank.

One of the boys in the group who bullied him knew full well that the girl was the sender, as he'd watch her slip it through a crack in the locker. He managed to casually walk by while Carver was reading and snap a photo of the letter on his phone, and when he read it, he became furious, and told his friends. Convinced that hey had to stop the meeting, the boys confronted Carver during lunch, straight up telling him to not go to the meeting with the girl. While he was slightly relieved by the apparent confirmation of the letter's authenticity, he was infuriated that the group had snuck around in his personal affairs, and he blew up at them, threatening to do far worse than he'd done so far if they interfered.

The boys were sufficiently terrified by the threat, and backed down. Still frustrated though, they went out into a wooded area outside of town after school, planning on stealing their father's alcohol and hunting rifles to shoot cans and relieve stress...

Meanwhile, Carver waited for the meeting in the park. The sender arrived a few minutes late, but did indeed turn out to be the quite girl who stuck up for him. This was the first time they actually talked to each other, and after some quick thanks from Carver, the two began to cautiously chat idly. However, Carver noticed that the girl seemed to be extremely apprehensive about something, and he inquired about it. After blushing and stuttering, as well as clumsy dodging of the question, the girl confessed her love to him. Needless to say, Carver was stunned.

He wanted to know more, and she told him about how she began to like him, from his confident looks, top grades in math, to his patience and strength when it came to standing against the bullies and being himself. She told him how much she admired and respected him, her speech gaining speed and confidence as she went, until she finally said the words "I love you."

Not even a full second later, Carver's phone began to ring, which it never did. The only ones with his number were his family and the house staff. Needless to say, the call ruined the mood a bit, and the girl turned away, blushing and insisting he answer. A bit annoyed and his face red with blush, he answered the call, which was coming from the head farmer on his parent's land.

As the short call progressed, Carver's face turned from one of teenage romantic embarrassment to one of absolute horror. Carver clicked his phone shut when the call was over, quietly and somberly saying he needed to go. Panicking, the girl grabbed his arm and asked him not to leave just yet. She told him how much courage it'd taken to tell him all this, and begged him for an answer. Carver turned to her with tears in his eyes and simply stated that there was a family emergency he had to attend to immediately, or it might be too late. With a dead look in his eyes, he bowed and apologized, promising a reply tomorrow. Recognizing the seriousness of whatever'd happened, she nodded, and calmly and kindly said she understood, and that she'd eagerly wait for it, also telling him that she hoped everything would be okay for him. Smiling in thanks, Carver turned and ran as fast as he could to his bike, riding it as fast as he could home.

Carver rode straight to the barn on his parents land, hastily jumping off his bike as he neared the door, running in to find the farmer, crouched on the middle of the floor. In front of him was and ragged and wounded Dot, barely hanging on to life. The farmer explained that several rapid gunshots in the woods had startled the cows, causing them to accidentally trample the poor cat. Roland fell to his knees, sobbing violently as he held his best friend, the one who'd gotten him through some of the toughest times in his life with her presence, helping him come back from violent and suicidal thoughts at times. Sensing his unease, the cat licked his air affectionately as she often did when he was feeling down, and she passed away not too long after, Carver still cradling her in his arms. He was in so much pain, but he knew that he had to be there for her in her last painful moments as she was for him.

It was a minute before he could stand after Dot had breathed her last. He quietly dug a grave for her on the grounds after wrapping her in a towel and putting her in a cardboard box. He found a rock about one and a half times the size of his fist and used it her headstone, placing a candle atop it and lighting it. He then retreated to his room, not a word said on the way, locking the door behind him until he emerged the next morning, having cried for most of the night.

He felt better that morning, taking some comfort in having been there for here in the end, but he was still full of sadness he couldn't quite express. Though the staff and his parents expressed their concern, their help only did a little to help his mood, though he did greatly appreciate it. He ended up being able to leave for school that morning without a trace of his countless tears on his face.

However, school had changed overnight. Nearly every student Carver passed murmured as he passed, staring at him all the while. Confused why the number of people had suddenly increased, he tried to push it from his mind as he made his way to his locker. When he opened it however, he found a multitude of notes with messages ranging from parodies of his name such as "Love Carver" and "Carver's Blade, stained red by a maiden's heart" to messages telling him to kill himself or leave the school. Carver stood motionless, dumbstruck by the notes.

It was then that the group of girls, minus the quiet one he talked to yesterday, approached him, calling him Love Carver. He turned around to face them, his face still etched with bewilderment. They claimed to have seen the meeting all for themselves, how he'd "abandoned" their friend after she confessed. Realizing what this was turning into, Carver quietly asked them to please leave him alone for now. They ignored him, playing up the scene to portray him as a bad guy who abandoned a poor girl without even rejecting her. Becoming more emotional, Roland repeated his request at a normal volume, his head hung and his voice cracking as tears began to form in his eyes, fearing that he had hurt the girl.

The female bullies noticed his voice crack and continued to antagonize him as a crowd formed, saying they knew why he left. The announced to the gathered students that he'd abandoned "the poor girl" to care for "his firetrucking piece of shit cat." They made a big deal about how a sick cat shouldn't be more important than a girl confessing her feelings, and that he was a monster for ignoring them. they continued bashing him for at least a solid minute as he stood there shaking, the crowd whispering anxiously. Carver felt their eyes all focused on him as he stood there on the verge of tears, and under the pressure, all of his bent up emotions came spilling out, from his sadness for Dot to his anger at the years of bullying.

He shouted "You don't know anything!" as he lashed out, his right hand turning into an ornate blade. He attacked the leading girl's torso, but she block with her arms, blood spraying out from the wounds. In a blind and tearful rage, Carver struck out at each of the girls in turn, not causing any wound near fatal, but sufficient enough to splatter himself and the scene with blood, the screams of the watching students as they fled echoing down the halls.

As he stood breathing raggedly, the tears still streaming down his face to mix with the girls' blood, he looked up and saw the girl who'd confessed to him standing before him in horror, crying. The reality of his actions came crashing onto Carver all at once, and he fled the school in a panic, leaving on his bike and not stopping until he returned home, which caused a panic of its own.

Carver was confined in his room for the next week as things started getting sorted out. After the security tapes and girls' records were reviewed, charges against Carver were dropped, and the girls issued formal apologies to him and the school. However, having discovered that he was a demon weapon, as well as already having blood on his hands, Carver had no choice but to attend Shibusen, not that he would have wanted to return after not only probably worsening his reputation, but also seeing the look on that girl's face. The trauma of that day's events would develop into a mental block regarding any girl under the age of thirty, but older than six, in that he developed an immense distrust of them.

After all of the issues regarding the incident and Carver's enrollment in Shibusen were settled, he left for his new school, a solemn, bitter person who valued logic and reason over emotion. Upon entering the NOT program, he decided to get a fresh start, and started going by Roland primarily. Over the next year, he made his way through the curriculum, even though he refused to partner with a meister. He developed his own abilities through hard work and intensive training, making his way into EAT around halfway through what would've been his senior year of high school. At that time, he had full control of his what turned out to be two weapon forms, as well as partial transformations with one that he incorporated into Aikido and free running to create his own, unique fighting style. He could adjust his wavelength to most meisters, but he preferred to fight on his own, simply due to his reclusive behavior.

His entrance into EAT coincided with the annual MEGA Test, which he'd never participated in before. He ended up being partnered up with a female meister called Bullet, whom he initially scoffed due to being female, but came to respect due to her various skills and abilities. Roland managed to earn a sponsorship in his very first MEGA Test, thanks to Bullet's help. In addition, he earned ten souls, which made him think about his future, realizing that he wanted to become a Death Scythe, to prove that he could do it and that he wasn't the monster who attacked his classmates in freshman year.

Roland then went on two missions with a weremeister named Dann. While he wasn't the most sure of Dann or his abilities, he managed to get through their missions together, earning him another three, then five souls, bringing him to 18 in total. After these missions however, Roland realized he needed to improve if he was going to become a Death Scythe, and devoted himself to training his mind. He developed a form of Soul Perception of the course of many weeks that would allow him to perceive lies and emotions of people around him based on their soul's fluctuations, with many of the inspirations coming from his great ability to pick up on tells in games like Poker.

As of now, Roland is looking for the next mission to bring him closer to his goal of becoming a Death Scythe, though who knows what troubles he may find along the way...

Personality: Roland is highly critical and logical, to the point of almost roboticism at times. He wants facts and truths, not emotional blabbering or circumstantial evidence. He enjoys pretty much every kind of game however, and he can drop his hostile exterior if he gets into one enough. He also enjoys his free running and takes every chance he can to do so.

Roland also tends to be rash at times and has a strong sense of justice, and tends to put himself before others, despite bitterness towards others. He's the kind of guy who will seek a non-violent approach if possible, and while he won't hold back if it does come to combat, he will strive to avoid the death of anyone, including foes. He's highly stubborn, though this tends to make him highly even natured, as he refuses to show emotion, since he tends to see it as weakness. Ultimately though, he is kind and protective of the things he sees as important.

Most of the time however, Roland will be in a quiet, introverted state, and will often avoid using words if he can. While he will use them when a thought can't be conveyed through motion, he prefers to keep quiet and too himself. He tries to go with the flow as much as possible to avoid conflict. When conflict occurs around him, or the spotlight is shifted near or to him, he will often retreat if it doesn't put others at harm. He does feel emotion, but he keeps it buried away deep inside him, only coming out on very rare occasions when he can talk to someone he trust or can write it down.

Roland claims to think of Shibusen as merely a way for him to learn and get stronger, but he respects the work they do and enjoys the feeling of helping with that. He has no particular opinion of Kishin Eggs or Witches, because he analyzes them on a case by case basis in order to determine their threat, though in general, he recognizes that most have hostile intent and are dangerous, and usually enemies.

Abilities:

  • Technique Name: Weapon Form: Glaive-Guisarmes
  • Effects/Description: Roland can take the form of a pole-arm glaive. Taught by his father, a scythe type weapon. This first variant of glaive is a six-foot long pole-arm weapon used in medieval Europe. The blade portion is roughly 18 inches long, with a hook on the back side to better catch horse riders, giving this weapon form the full name of glaive-guisarmes.

  • Technique Name: Weapon Form: Gladius
  • Effects/Description: Roland can take the form of a sword glaive. Taught by his mother, a sword type weapon. This second variant is the standard Roman sword, known in France as a glaive, but better known as a gladius. The blade of the gladius is roughly 28 inches, with a roughly 4 inch hilt.

  • Technique Name: Partial Transformation: Glaive-Guisarmes
  • Effects/Description: Roland can transform his lower legs from the knee down and left arm from the elbow down into the lower 2 feet of the pole of his glaive-guisarmes, and his right arm from the elbow down into the 18 inch blade. At max, he can have one of the three possible pole limbs transformed, but he can have his blade arm transformed at the same time as a pole limb, though independent use of the blade arm is allowed.

  • Technique Name: Reach Out to the Truth
  • Effects/Description: Roland has improved his ability to manipulate his own soul, as well as his sensitivity to other's soul. The most obvious effect of his efforts is visible in his interactions with people. In addition to the tricks and such he picked up while playing games like Poker and his own research on human behavior, Roland has developed an almost sixth sense when talking to people. This sense makes him more able to pick up on bluffs and lies, though it doesn't decisively tell him when there is a lie, it only gives Roland more information to base his decisions off of.

  • Upgrade Name: Heartfelt Cry
  • Effects/Description: Since the creation of this ability, Roland has further trained his ability to perceive souls. In addition to the ability to detect lies, Reach Out to the Truth now has the ability to detect the emotions of its target(s). The way Roland "feels" the emotions of the target is through a form of feeling them himself. For instance, when he gets angry, he feels a building of pressure in the back right area of his head. When he feels a target's anger, a similar pressure builds, however the feeling feels removed, and Roland is able to associate it to a target's soul wavelength.

    Reach Out to the Truth can give a false reading, such as when a witch is using Soul Protect, or any other active control of a target's wavelength. ROttT isn't sensitive enough to pick up on the differences between different types of souls (human, witch, etc.), it only registers changes in what has been established as the default wavelength through observation of its most common state. This also means that it is less effective on people Roland has just met, as he hasn't established a starting point.

    This ability is line-of-sight, within hearing distance. However, it affects anyone currently meeting these conditions, so when multiple people are affected, it gives Roland mixed readings. For its maximum effectiveness, it must be used in a one-on-one, face-to-face situation, such as an interrogation or private conversation. Since the addition of Heartfelt Cry, Roland has begun to be able to differentiate multiple readings at once through a form of Synesthesia, through which he associates wavelengths with a color, which is shown in RP through the speech color of the target(s). Heartfelt Cry brings the number of targets Roland can use ROttT/HC on without getting mixed readings to five. If any more than his current max should be affected by the ability, Roland loses the ability to differentiate completely, and he will not be able to differentiate between any of the readings he's getting.


Combat Style: Roland uses his free running experience to create an acrobatic fighting style. He usually moves quickly around the opponents attacks before finding an opening to launch himself into the air by partially transforming his leg into the pole part of his glaive-guisarmes mode, which is longer and pushes off the ground to provide extra force, allowing him to dive down from above and stab with his right arm, which is partially transformed into the blade of the glaive-guisarmes. When in the defensive, he uses the blade of his Partial Transformation: Glaive-Guisarmes to attack while blocking deflecting with the pole on his left arm. When fully transformed, he pays close attention to his meister’s blind spots and gives advice, sometimes to the point of backseat fighting, though his advice is almost always good.

Roland would struggle a deal with the average Kishin Egg when he's alone but could ultimately beat it after a drawn out and risky battle. As for the average thug, he'd win within a few moves using Aikido, and with a group of average thugs, he'd incorporate his highly acrobatic fighting style combining Aikido and free running to great effect. A trained fighter would be a difficult opponent, but after enough time, Roland could win.

Miscellaneous Information: Roland wishes he could've given the girl who confessed to him the reply she deserved, and he recognizes that none of what happened was her fault. He's a little afraid to try to contact her after all these years however. Also, even though he innately distrusts girls, some can get around his hard shell and find the gooey interior if they spend enough time with him and he respects them, or feels he can relate to them. Roland also still loves all animals and helps everyone in need that he encounters, no matter what he's doing.

Strengths:
- A studied tactician and a keen observer in battle
- Highly versatile in combat
- A fairly good chess player, strategy games in general, riddles

Weaknesses:
- Lacks pure power due to versatility
- In-your-face personality at times
- Huge distrust of girls

Roleplay Sample:

Roland's pupils dilated as he opened his front door to see the early morning sun. His glasses gradually adjusted to the light, darkening into sunglasses, and he was able to fully open them again. Without hardly a sound, he shut and locked his door, before turning and leaping off the railing of the outdoor staircase of his apartment complex. He landed neatly and only made a soft thud when he landed, his stance cat-like.

The free runner broke into a sprint up the low wall ahead of him, neatly leaping over it with the same precision and grace as always, landing on the lid of a large dumpster. He leapt around the alley a few more times before finally ending up on a nearby roof, hardly more than the occasional low grunt coming from his lips on the way. He now had a clear view of his destination, his school for the past roughly two years, the one and only Shibusen.

Roland traveled across the rooftops, making each jump neatly and precisely. He continued like this for several minutes before stopping for a brief moment on a roof near a small neighborhood park. He waited, and once again heard a faint mewling in the distance, accompanied by a small child's distressed cries; the sounds that caused him to stop. Now standing still, he was able to spot the source of the noise, a small Russian Blue kitten stuck in a tree in the park, and a young girl beneath it, reaching her arms up in vain towards the cat, who was a good 12 feet away from the girl.

Expressionless, Roland leapt toward a light pole, catching hold and immediately leaping towards a nearby balcony. He landed neatly on the railing, once again giving the uncanny impression of a cat, before taking a face-first fall towards the ground, from which he tucked and rolled, using the momentum to roll to his feet, his acrobatics executed with olympic grade precision.

When Roland approached the small girl, she exclaimed, "Mister! My cat got up in that tree, and now she can't get down! You gotta help him!" Almost as if on queue, the kitten mewled in distress, its eyes wide with fear. Roland simply gave the girl a nod before turning to the trunk of the tree and making his approach. It was amazing that the small cat had made its way up the sheer bark face, as there were no accessible handholds for even someone as tall as him.

Realizing it was the safest and most sure-fire way to climb the tree, Roland transformed his hand into the blade of his glaive-guisarmes, and he pierced the trunk in order to lift himself up it. The girl gasped as the blade appeared, but remained silent as Roland climbed. The boy easily reached the small creature and gently took it into his once again normal arms, before leaping from the branch and land with a noticeably louder thud than previously today.

The girl's face shown with happiness when Roland presented her cat, eagerly picking him up and holding him tight. "Paul! What were you thinking?" she scorned the cat. "What would've happened if he hadn't come along? I was so worried!"

Roland's face finally showed some expression as he smiled kindly. "It's good that you were worried about him, but don't scold him too much," the boy said. "Paul is your dear friend, so spend as much time having fun with him as you can. I'm pretty sure he got scared enough to not try something like that again soon."

"Okay..." the girl said, realizing her mistake. "I'm sorry Paul. I just got worried when you didn't come home last night so I snuck out this morning to look for you." Alarmed, Roland quickly added, "Uh, a young girl like you shouldn't be sneaking out at a time like this. It's dangerous. You should go home as fast as possible." "Okay! Thanks a lot Mister Demon Weapon!"

As the girl ran off Roland looked back towards the school. Without another word, he ran off in its direction. Missing out on a bit of training time sucked, but he didn't regret it in the least.
Edited by WingManEXE, May 26 2014, 01:26 AM.
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Alrighty, first draft of Roland 2.0, let's see how this goes.
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Added an extra paragraph of personality for a bit clearer understanding of him.
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I think the only two mods i can find is just minor thing for personality and combat style.

Personality: What is Roland's opinion of shibusen, kishin eggs, and witches?

Combat Style: balance/strength/skill check when alone, can he beat an average thug? a group? an average kishin egg?
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