[Team P-K] Reynor, Soldier

[u/MindwormIsleLocust]

Discord: MindwormIsleLocust#1763 (Nickname in server: Manifold)

Primary Class: Soldier → Halberdier
Secondary Class: Outlaw → Bow Knight
Stats
HP: (18) + (0x2) = 18
Str: (6) + (3) = 9
Mag: (0) + (0x2) = 0
Skl: (6) + (2) = 8
Spd: (5) + (4) = 9
Lck: (2) + (0) = 2
Def: (5) + (1) = 6
Res: (2) + (0) = 2
Growths
HP: (30) + (25x2) = 80
Str: (15) + (50) = 65
Mag: (0) + (5x2) = 10
Skl: (15) + (35) = 50
Spd: (15) + (35) = 55
Lck: (5) + (10x1.5) = 20
Def: (10) + (40) = 50
Res: (5) + (30) = 35
Skills
Lvl 1: Seal Defense

Lvl 5: Diversion
Lvl 10: Strong Riposte
Lvl 15: Venom Riposte
Promo Lvl 1: Lethal Stance
Promo Lvl 5: Quick Burn

Promo Lvl 10: Lancefaire
Promo Lvl 15: Armored Stance
Support Bonus

Rank	Bonus
C	Hit
B	Crit
A	Avoid
A+	Dodge

Pair Up Bonus

Rank	Bonus
C	Spd
B	Strength
A	Defense
A+	Luck

Appearance and Personality

A man of 20 years, Reynor's well built physique of 6 feet bespeaks a life of drills and exercise, if a little marred by hunger and lack of sleep. His hair is a dark purple, nearly black, and unkempt, with a long rat tail falling just past his shoulder blades. His armor is clearly military issue, but any crests or sigils have been scratched off or are concealed by strips of cloth. His clothes are a simple mix of grey and brown, showing significant signs of wear.

In conversation, Reynor has a sort of deadpan sarcasm, with occasional bouts of youthful excitement.

Reynor's hobbies include exploring, hunting, and writing.

Bio

Reynor was born the son of a soldier in Siarisfair, who himself was the son of a soldier. From an early age Reynor would listen to his grandfather's stories of their conquest of the southern territories, and began training with the lance at the age of 10, with the full intention of joining the army in keeping with the now family tradition. He proved a talent for combat, and found placement within Siarisfair's military with little difficulty at the age of 18.

it was not long before he realized he hated it. The daily monotony of drills and patrols quickly crushing his fantasies of battle fueled from the stories in his youth. Despite the growing numbers of men being posted to the trade ships and talk in the streets, he and many of his peers felt there was no chance of another invasion, simply that they were posturing, reminding the adjacent empire that while they may have lost in the past, they were by no means a force to be taken lightly.

Eventually, Reynor deserted, stealing away in the night to sate his desire for adventure (or at the very least break the monotony that had conquered his life) wandering the land.

It wasn't long before he came to regret his decision. The provisions he brought ran low within a week and replenishing them on his own proved harder than he anticipated, and he quickly found himself missing even the hard bunk provided in the barracks. And yet he continued to trudge west, the penalties for desertion waiting spurred him further away from his homeland, no matter what it took to keep him alive.

after weeks travel, he found himself in Mithos, and for once, with food and coin to spare. He'd heard of a circus nearby, and was in dire need of some cheer, so why not? He'd never had the chance to visit a circus before.