Comma's...my bane...*fist shake*

Character Name – Trisk

Real Name – Nathaniel Rollstone

Age – 17

Class – Blademaster

Clothing – Trisk wears relatively simple if modern inspired clothing. He wears a light brown shirt around his torso, several sizes too large for him. His pants are a light blue color, also a bit too big for him. Around his waist is a plain brown belt; the end flops off underneath the bottom of his shirt. However, in order to spice up the design Trisk has a very dark gray cloak tied around his neck. The cloak hangs off his right shoulder and, in calm conditions stretches all the way to his ankle; were it held tight against him, it would cover a little bit over half his body. The bottom of the cloak is torn slightly; it has the feel of being quite worn. His left arm has a steel armband extending from his wrist to a few inches short of his elbow.

Eye Color – His eyes are a soft gray color, like ash. Of course, a much simpler answer would simply be; his eyes are ashen.

Height - 6’1”

Hair Color – Jet Black, his hair is quite long (in Nathan’s opinion) extending to his next in the back and covering his eyes partially in the front.

Personality – At his heart, Nathan is an adventurer. He likes the idea of going somewhere for no reason, with little preparation, just to see what’s what. He’s a friendly individual, he often makes jokes when he meets people to try and gauge who they are. It’s rare you will see him not smiling. Nathan is analytical by nature; he likes to study things. Though, he acts on impulse a lot of the time.

HP - 90/90
SP - 10/10
GP -

Weapon - Brave Sword (Cross Slash)

Head- Bandanna (Repth)
Arm- Wristbands (Juk Rom)
Body- Leather Coat (Gan Zot)
Feet- Sandals

Inventory
1 Mage's Soul
1 Resurrect
1 Antidote
1 Restorative

Spells
Repth (single) - 10 SP - Heals a small amount of HP to one target.
Juk Rom (single) - 10 SP - Wood elemental damage to one target.
Gan Zot (area) - 20 SP - Earth elemental damage to target area.

Techniques
Cross Slash (single) – 10 SP - User preforms two diagonal slashes on a single target.

Sample

Nathan must have done that same overhead strike a million times in his life, alas that was the trials of a swordsman. He lived in the southern parts of Canada and he was fortunate in finding an active kendo school in his area. See, Nathan has always dreamed of being a hero. He wanted to be the knight who traveled across the land, saving damsels and villages from fire breathing dragons. He wanted to be the lone wandering Ronin who slayed evil magistrates and bandits. People who preyed on the helpless. Of course, the center of these fantasies was the sword. So when he heard about Kendo he jumped at the opportunity to enroll.

Seven years later, his arms were tired but he was happy. He returned home quickly after class had concluded. He quickly went to his room room and sat in his chair. He sighed wearily. Something was missing he concluded. He knew what it was. It was always in the back of his mind. He was not a hero. He thought about that for a moment and sighed again. He berated himself for his childishness. “I’m seventeen years old, I am not a knight in shining armor, I’m no samurai hero. Why am I…talking to myself” he said looking around.

Face burning with slight embarrassment, he sat back into his chair and stared at his computer screen. At first he didn’t move, his eyes stayed fixated on the screen, mouth hanging slightly agape. As if answered from some unknown force, an ad was splayed across the last web page he had visited.

The World? I’ve heard about that before…why haven’t I ever considered it. I’ve got the money to play and I shouldn’t have to worry about it consuming my time.

He paused in his thoughts, a mad grin forming across his face. It was a pretty popular game, he knew a lot of kids who played it. He thought for a moment as he stood up and flung through the door of his room, bounding down the stairs in sets of two. He crouched slightly as he landed on the bottom of the stairs and scratched his chin thoughtfully. He had already shaved today but his intent was not to make sure that he had, it was because he was thinking. He reached over to the desk in the room by the stairs and grabbed his wallet, hurrying out the door. His parents weren’t home, off on some business or something.

He didn’t see his parents terribly often, both of them had some corporate job and ended up spending more time away from home than in it. It was alright with Nathan, they provided him with a pretty cushy life and he enjoyed his independence. Of course, it forced him to develop cooking skills long before he ever thought he’d have to.

Putting those thoughts aside he climbed into the small sedan his parents had bought him for his future university life. He turned the key into the ignition and peeled out of the driveway of the fair sized suburban home, heading to the mall.

Buying it was a simple matter; swipe a card, push some buttons and it was his. The installment, however, was much more difficult. Box in hand, perplexed expression across his face; he must have stared at that computer for a solid minute and a half before he began work. Fortunately, for Nathan, he could read and the instructions seemed simple enough for a child to use. Unfortunately, Nathan’s technical aptitude was a bit less than that of a child’s. After hours of frustration, mismatched plug-ins, one random power outage and a rather length string of swear words, The World was set up on his computer. He smiled to admire his handiwork, his room was a mess now, but he’d cross that bridge when he got to it.

He slid into his comfy chair and threw his goggles on his head, grasping the controller, a smile crossed his face. It was time to be a hero.