Post by november on Jan 20, 2015 8:49:11 GMT
NOVEMBER FROST
"Don't touch.. my hat"
[PTabbedContent][PTab=Personal Info]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Birthday: December 18
Faction: Shinra
Job: Mp Soldier
Hometown: Midgar
[/PTab][PTab=Personality]
When it comes to November, what you see is normally what you get. This isn't necessarily a bad thing for he does the best he can do within his limitations. He does not like to much attention and would rather blend into the background, which is why he prefers to stay in uniform. If he cannot avoid interaction, he rarely strings two sentences together unless something terribly offends him or annoys him. If one manages to "break the ice" with him, one may find he is pretty laid back, able to take matters seriously, but with an uneasy calm to it. He enjoys a good meal and drink and could be found at various restaurants or bars stuffing his face or getting drunk.
[/PTab][PTab=Appearance and Attire]
As stated before he tends to wear the basic blue shinra Mp uniform with the majority of his face covered by that helmet of his. However, he does have long, spiky black hair and pale skin along with pale blue eyes. He is around 6 ft. tall and weigh around 170 pounds. When off duty he wears whatever he can get his hands on, whether it be a torn, dirty white shirt with jeans or various colored shirts. He does have a nice, grey suit for formal occasions however.
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Level: 1
EXP: 0
HP: 250
MP: 16
Strength: 6
Dexterity: 10
Vitality: 10
Magic: 4
Accuracy: 5
Gil: 3000
Weapons: Sub-machine gun, Baton
Armour: Shinra MP combat armor (blue)
Technology: here
Items: here
Materia: here
[PTabbedContent=Limit Breaks][PTab=Limit Level 1]
Limit 1
Focus Laser: Frost has a concentrated laser weapon fitted into his headgear (whether it would be his shinra helmet or otherwise), causing medium to serious burning should it not be blocked or dodged.
Limit 2 (Gained at lvl 10)
Description
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Limit 3 (Gained at lvl 20)
Description
Limit 4 (Gained at lvl 30)
Description
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Limit 5 (Gained at lvl 40)
Description
Limit 6 (Gained at lvl 50)
Description
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Limit 7 (Gained at lvl 60)
Description
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TO whomever it may concern,
According to the neighbors I was raised by, I was born in the winter season of November, in sector 5 of Midgar. Our family was modest at best, not exactly at the bottom of the class barrel, but then again nowhere close to middle class. My parents were employed at a nearby food packing factory, a job that not many people from our town, no... our settlement was to small. Maybe village was a more suited classification. Anyhow, my dear parents, whose names I do not remember or maybe never knew, worked and earned enough to sustain a small, heated cottage. I was conceived in the summer months, but when winter frost over the town there was not a suitable place for me to be born. My father was not a doctor, but the "hospital" in town was not heated and lacked enough portable units to heat everybody. He took his chance, and for that I despise him. The freezing hospital took my mothers life on my birth, and I nearly fell victim as well. Dear father abandoned me in his shame, or indifference but I will never know. However, my survival of that winter earned me my name, the name that my loved ones, not my hated father, bestowed upon me.
I was taken in by a poor neighbor and raised humble and kind, but weak. The other boys and I would always play warrior in the town's street, using old pipes and sticks as swords and spears with makeshift metal scraps as armor and pots as helmets. I always lost, but the fun.. the fun was still there. One day a few members of the legendary SOLDIER group came and visited our settlement, helping repair a few buildings and recruit some of the older, stronger boys to their military, to become warriors. I begged and begged but they refused to take me along. Some even laughed, but one dropped to a knee and smiled at me, slipping off a pair of his gloves and gave them to me. I remember he said, "You seem to have guts kid, that's admirable. Take this gift and let it remind you to keep pushing forward, until you at last reach your dreams." After he left I never saw him again.
Up till a year a go, I trained myself hard, doing odd jobs around town that no one else wanted. This allowed my family and I to receive more food and, as a result, put some much needed meat on my bones. I grew stronger and taller, but still played our childish war game with the other young adults who were preparing to leave like I was, to go pursue their dreams. Our games were cranked up, putting our physical strengths to the test. Finally I left for the recruiting station and was accepted into Shinra's MP program. It was a bit lower than I had hoped, but then again higher than I had expected. My basic training was completed within a few months time, and I had been on reserve duties since then. I hope I get some action soon.......
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"Don't touch.. my hat"
[PTabbedContent][PTab=Personal Info]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Birthday: December 18
Faction: Shinra
Job: Mp Soldier
Hometown: Midgar
[/PTab][PTab=Personality]
When it comes to November, what you see is normally what you get. This isn't necessarily a bad thing for he does the best he can do within his limitations. He does not like to much attention and would rather blend into the background, which is why he prefers to stay in uniform. If he cannot avoid interaction, he rarely strings two sentences together unless something terribly offends him or annoys him. If one manages to "break the ice" with him, one may find he is pretty laid back, able to take matters seriously, but with an uneasy calm to it. He enjoys a good meal and drink and could be found at various restaurants or bars stuffing his face or getting drunk.
[/PTab][PTab=Appearance and Attire]
As stated before he tends to wear the basic blue shinra Mp uniform with the majority of his face covered by that helmet of his. However, he does have long, spiky black hair and pale skin along with pale blue eyes. He is around 6 ft. tall and weigh around 170 pounds. When off duty he wears whatever he can get his hands on, whether it be a torn, dirty white shirt with jeans or various colored shirts. He does have a nice, grey suit for formal occasions however.
[/PTab][PTab=Technical Info]
Level: 1
EXP: 0
HP: 250
MP: 16
Strength: 6
Dexterity: 10
Vitality: 10
Magic: 4
Accuracy: 5
Gil: 3000
Weapons: Sub-machine gun, Baton
Armour: Shinra MP combat armor (blue)
Technology: here
Items: here
Materia: here
[PTabbedContent=Limit Breaks][PTab=Limit Level 1]
Limit 1
Focus Laser: Frost has a concentrated laser weapon fitted into his headgear (whether it would be his shinra helmet or otherwise), causing medium to serious burning should it not be blocked or dodged.
Limit 2 (Gained at lvl 10)
Description
[/PTab][PTab=Limit Level 2]
Limit 3 (Gained at lvl 20)
Description
Limit 4 (Gained at lvl 30)
Description
[/PTab][PTab=Limit Level 3]
Limit 5 (Gained at lvl 40)
Description
Limit 6 (Gained at lvl 50)
Description
[/PTab][PTab=Limit Level 4]
Limit 7 (Gained at lvl 60)
Description
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[/PTab][PTab=Backstory]
TO whomever it may concern,
According to the neighbors I was raised by, I was born in the winter season of November, in sector 5 of Midgar. Our family was modest at best, not exactly at the bottom of the class barrel, but then again nowhere close to middle class. My parents were employed at a nearby food packing factory, a job that not many people from our town, no... our settlement was to small. Maybe village was a more suited classification. Anyhow, my dear parents, whose names I do not remember or maybe never knew, worked and earned enough to sustain a small, heated cottage. I was conceived in the summer months, but when winter frost over the town there was not a suitable place for me to be born. My father was not a doctor, but the "hospital" in town was not heated and lacked enough portable units to heat everybody. He took his chance, and for that I despise him. The freezing hospital took my mothers life on my birth, and I nearly fell victim as well. Dear father abandoned me in his shame, or indifference but I will never know. However, my survival of that winter earned me my name, the name that my loved ones, not my hated father, bestowed upon me.
I was taken in by a poor neighbor and raised humble and kind, but weak. The other boys and I would always play warrior in the town's street, using old pipes and sticks as swords and spears with makeshift metal scraps as armor and pots as helmets. I always lost, but the fun.. the fun was still there. One day a few members of the legendary SOLDIER group came and visited our settlement, helping repair a few buildings and recruit some of the older, stronger boys to their military, to become warriors. I begged and begged but they refused to take me along. Some even laughed, but one dropped to a knee and smiled at me, slipping off a pair of his gloves and gave them to me. I remember he said, "You seem to have guts kid, that's admirable. Take this gift and let it remind you to keep pushing forward, until you at last reach your dreams." After he left I never saw him again.
Up till a year a go, I trained myself hard, doing odd jobs around town that no one else wanted. This allowed my family and I to receive more food and, as a result, put some much needed meat on my bones. I grew stronger and taller, but still played our childish war game with the other young adults who were preparing to leave like I was, to go pursue their dreams. Our games were cranked up, putting our physical strengths to the test. Finally I left for the recruiting station and was accepted into Shinra's MP program. It was a bit lower than I had hoped, but then again higher than I had expected. My basic training was completed within a few months time, and I had been on reserve duties since then. I hope I get some action soon.......
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