Name: Ishmael
Gender: Male
Age: 30, looks to be about 25
Height:5'9
Weight: 120 lbs
Race (Beorc or Laguz): Beorc
Arc: Three
Role: Mercenary
Class (no third tier pre-promotes): Sword Armor
Weapons (you may have a personal weapon): Burning Blade (Steel Blade with 5 more wt, 15 less hit, +3 mt, deals effective damage as a fire tome would) Growths:
Hp: 80%
Str: 60%
Mag: 5%
Skl: 60%
Spd: 50%
Lck: 15%
Def: 50%
Res: 80%
Stats:
Level 6
Hp: 25
Str: 13
Mag: 0
Skl: 7
Spd: 6
Lck: 3
Def: 12
Res: 9
Skills: Shove, Renewal (personal)
Backstory:
Ishmael was born into a relatively wealthy family, which would be great news if not for the fact that he was...as they say, a bastard. His adoptive "mother" begrudgingly accepted this for much of his childhood, up until she had a child of her own. It was at that point that things got complicated: he technically had the right to inheritance, as the mother of his half-brother had willingly and properly adopted him years before having a child, but that didn't prevent her from being bitter, and it stood that she was from a family of its own merit, not necessarily needing his father's. After one too many night kept up by shouting matches between his parents (which, too often for his liking, involved one of his mothers-either the woman who was legally his guardian, the one who had given him life, or both, being on the receiving end of some kind of physical abuse. Deciding to resolve the matter, he jacked what he considered to be a reasonable amount of his rightful belongings (a suit of armor, a sword, and enough gold to eat for a few weeks) and set off on his own, becoming a sellsword not long after.