Mairwen Griffith
Oct 10, 2016 12:34:35 GMT -4
Post by Mairwen Griffith on Oct 10, 2016 12:34:35 GMT -4
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[attr="class","hopelovename"] [attr="class","hopelovename2"] MAIRWEN GRIFFITH [attr="class","hopelovelyric"]
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]NICKNAMES(S) // 'M' [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // Eighteen [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // Male [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]ALIGNMENT // Neutral Good [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]RACE // Purebreed [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]ANCESTRY // Feline [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]ROLE // Support [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]CLASS // Songstress |
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY & Appearance
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Appearance:
[break]With an especially feminine physique, Mairwen’s stature doesn’t really support his true gender either – at eighteen, he still only stands at 5’4” (162cm) and weighs only 52kg (114lbs); though he mostly blames his race for his size. Short, sandy brown hair sits around his similarly coloured ears in a bob-cut on his head, while a slim tail with matching fur usually waves lazily behind him (well, given his usual temperament, it’s probably usually straight up in fright). Though his expressions are usually a bit severe, his feminine looks mostly just make him look like his pouting a lot.
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[break]Disliking indulging in a range of casualwear, Mairwen usually wears the traditional hero’s garb of his village; a white and red robe over a black waistcoat and a pair of white trousers, with matching gloves and boots. However, he is almost always adorned with a pair of white and blue ribbons on either side of his head. On rare formal occasions he wears a gorgeous blue idol’s dress that was once passed down to him, supposedly out of deep respect for its previous owner – but suffice to say, most people find him hard to take seriously when he fills out the lady’s outfit so well.
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[break]Personality:
[break]Above all, Mairwen is a very quiet soul; keeping to himself as much as possible – only in the company of close friends or under pressure will he ever speak, to the point of sometimes writing what he has to say down just to avoid conversation. His cursed voice is the main blame for this, but he also just has a bit of a lonely personality; not particularly enjoying conversation in general, though he does like listening to what people have to say. He enjoys being left to his own devices; to just be given a job to do and be left to it without any further instruction or advice. He takes responsibility very seriously and loathes letting anyone down, and thus likes to take all burdens upon his shoulders alone.
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[break]Though he tends to be quite serious, Mairwen struggles with how other people treat him – being teased or flirted with in particular stresses him out, and pranksters or jokers grate on his sensitive nerves. He is a very emotional and emphatic person, and finds it hard to look away from someone in need despite his social anxiety; so being manipulated or mocked tends to be quite heart-breaking for him. Due to his history, he suffers from a slight case of gynophobia, struggling to interact with women outside of situations where he can focus on a lager task at hand. He is very embarrassed by his voice and singing talents, and thus tries to hide his true talents as much as he can. He usually only sings if under pressure or if he's sure he's on his own.
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[break]However, Mairwen’s nervousness and shyness should not be mistaken for a lack of willpower, as he certainly has the mentality matching his ambitions. Indebted to his village, his wish to return his thanks for his upbringing to his family drives him ever onwards, even in the most miserable of situations. Should it come to violence and conflict, his mind has already been set – the thing that is most important to him has already been decided. Once this matter rears its head, Mairwen can come off as even cold-blooded; as his ambition outweighs any amount of comradery or sympathy he might feel for others…
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[break]Hobbies: Beyond his obvious hobbies of singing and playing music (the lute is his instrument of choice), Mairwen is quite a good cook, particularly when it comes to wild game and the like. More often than not this is what has let him hold a place to call home in the past rather than his bardic talents, and he takes some pride in it being how he gives back to people.[break]
Likes: Listening to conversations, quiet nights on his own, being appreciated, sing-alongs, being petted[break]
Dislikes: Being teased, surprises, dressing up, being kept indoors, sour food [break]
Appearance:
[break]With an especially feminine physique, Mairwen’s stature doesn’t really support his true gender either – at eighteen, he still only stands at 5’4” (162cm) and weighs only 52kg (114lbs); though he mostly blames his race for his size. Short, sandy brown hair sits around his similarly coloured ears in a bob-cut on his head, while a slim tail with matching fur usually waves lazily behind him (well, given his usual temperament, it’s probably usually straight up in fright). Though his expressions are usually a bit severe, his feminine looks mostly just make him look like his pouting a lot.
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[break]Disliking indulging in a range of casualwear, Mairwen usually wears the traditional hero’s garb of his village; a white and red robe over a black waistcoat and a pair of white trousers, with matching gloves and boots. However, he is almost always adorned with a pair of white and blue ribbons on either side of his head. On rare formal occasions he wears a gorgeous blue idol’s dress that was once passed down to him, supposedly out of deep respect for its previous owner – but suffice to say, most people find him hard to take seriously when he fills out the lady’s outfit so well.
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[break]Personality:
[break]Above all, Mairwen is a very quiet soul; keeping to himself as much as possible – only in the company of close friends or under pressure will he ever speak, to the point of sometimes writing what he has to say down just to avoid conversation. His cursed voice is the main blame for this, but he also just has a bit of a lonely personality; not particularly enjoying conversation in general, though he does like listening to what people have to say. He enjoys being left to his own devices; to just be given a job to do and be left to it without any further instruction or advice. He takes responsibility very seriously and loathes letting anyone down, and thus likes to take all burdens upon his shoulders alone.
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[break]Though he tends to be quite serious, Mairwen struggles with how other people treat him – being teased or flirted with in particular stresses him out, and pranksters or jokers grate on his sensitive nerves. He is a very emotional and emphatic person, and finds it hard to look away from someone in need despite his social anxiety; so being manipulated or mocked tends to be quite heart-breaking for him. Due to his history, he suffers from a slight case of gynophobia, struggling to interact with women outside of situations where he can focus on a lager task at hand. He is very embarrassed by his voice and singing talents, and thus tries to hide his true talents as much as he can. He usually only sings if under pressure or if he's sure he's on his own.
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[break]However, Mairwen’s nervousness and shyness should not be mistaken for a lack of willpower, as he certainly has the mentality matching his ambitions. Indebted to his village, his wish to return his thanks for his upbringing to his family drives him ever onwards, even in the most miserable of situations. Should it come to violence and conflict, his mind has already been set – the thing that is most important to him has already been decided. Once this matter rears its head, Mairwen can come off as even cold-blooded; as his ambition outweighs any amount of comradery or sympathy he might feel for others…
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[break]Hobbies: Beyond his obvious hobbies of singing and playing music (the lute is his instrument of choice), Mairwen is quite a good cook, particularly when it comes to wild game and the like. More often than not this is what has let him hold a place to call home in the past rather than his bardic talents, and he takes some pride in it being how he gives back to people.[break]
Likes: Listening to conversations, quiet nights on his own, being appreciated, sing-alongs, being petted[break]
Dislikes: Being teased, surprises, dressing up, being kept indoors, sour food [break]
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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Living on the outskirts of the Empire, Mairwen’s early years were quite normal for a peasant family, though he had the utmost luck to become the serf of a retiring knight. Life was sometimes hard, sometimes easy; but it was at least comfortable in their little village, set up around the meagre manor of a minor noble who had settled in the forested area. But, one fateful day while he was but a young boy, a question came to mind – his ears, his tail… no one else had anything like that. It had never really come to his mind before, but – why? Why was he different? At the time, his family insisted it was but a matter of magic… but it seemed too meaningless to be true for Mairwen.
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[break]Trained in the art of the bow as a serf, Mairwen began to become a bit of a wild child, preferring the company of he and himself rather than spending time with his family. The people around him weren’t exactly prejudiced against him, but he felt the weight of his differences all the same. Noticing his unease, his aging family finally gave him the full story – why his surname was different in the official records, why he had ears and a tail, why he got so distracted by the suggestion of milk – he was obviously not human, at least to everyone but him. Indeed, the Griffith boy had been adopted by the village, as a gesture of thanks to his enigmatic parent… a passing adventurer who once saved the local nobleman, before vanishing once his near-newborn son was in good hands.
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[break]Dreams of what his father might have been like whirled around Mairwen’s head as he continued to grow up with this story in mind; and in turn he became infatuated with being an adventurer himself – to somehow connect to the father he had never met. The village’s local folk hero became the icon of his ambitions, and come every festival he would compete in the village games like a boy possessed to earn the right to wear his mantle for the day – to be that hero for just a little while. Even though he knew it was petty himself as he grew up, it meant the world to him. And soon, it would mean even more than that…
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[break]Caught up in the politics of the wizarding world, the village’s supporting noble was inflicted with a dire curse – bedridden, but not mortally afflicted. The hamlet was rattled by issue, struggling to make ends meet while handling all the noble’s connections with the outside lords with his current state. Eventually, something had to be done. Originally, the matter was meant to be left to the reluctant local knights, but instead the village turned to Mairwen – he refused the responsibility, not feeling at all ready to handle being a hero despite his talents. But… a whispered promise from the lord changed everything for the feline – if he came back with a cure, he would finally be told of his father’s legacy… so, the boy donned the mantle of a hero once more; now with his life on the line.
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[break]But before he left, he was assured one last blessing to affirm his confidence – the aid of a local witch in finding the will of his father in his own heart, and igniting the heroism he had nurtured all this time. Arriving with his supposed peasant mother’s beautiful dress as a catalyst, he prepared himself for the soul-connecting ritual. Conversing with the spirits and memories swirling around Mairwen’s soul and prized possession, his hidden potential was supposed to be unlocked with the rite… but, he was met with cackling, gleeful laughter. The passing hero who had once saved his village much like himself… was no hero at all.
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[break]It was a heroine.
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[break]Finally met with the awkward truth that his icon wasn’t a legendary ranger like his imagination but a fanciful singer, Mairwen had to take on the role of a songstress rather than an archer – and through the soul-binding rite, was stuck with the heritage of a charming singer rather than a gruff bowman. ‘Blessed’ with a lady’s voice that could melt hearts and his ancestor’s feminine charms, Mairwen panicked and ran in the midst of the ritual, the mockery of the wicca burnt into his mind alongside the soul-scarring of interrupting the process. Unable to handle the truth so suddenly, he fled before his village could find out the truth of his heritage – or perhaps, they always knew, and he simply couldn’t face the embarrassing truth. But, he still sought out to finish his quest all the same… hero or heroine, he wanted to someday meet his family, or at least get one step closer to them. His journey has left him bouncing from inn to inn, and finally led him to the promise of work for adventurers in Hyo Shin...
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Living on the outskirts of the Empire, Mairwen’s early years were quite normal for a peasant family, though he had the utmost luck to become the serf of a retiring knight. Life was sometimes hard, sometimes easy; but it was at least comfortable in their little village, set up around the meagre manor of a minor noble who had settled in the forested area. But, one fateful day while he was but a young boy, a question came to mind – his ears, his tail… no one else had anything like that. It had never really come to his mind before, but – why? Why was he different? At the time, his family insisted it was but a matter of magic… but it seemed too meaningless to be true for Mairwen.
[break]
[break]Trained in the art of the bow as a serf, Mairwen began to become a bit of a wild child, preferring the company of he and himself rather than spending time with his family. The people around him weren’t exactly prejudiced against him, but he felt the weight of his differences all the same. Noticing his unease, his aging family finally gave him the full story – why his surname was different in the official records, why he had ears and a tail, why he got so distracted by the suggestion of milk – he was obviously not human, at least to everyone but him. Indeed, the Griffith boy had been adopted by the village, as a gesture of thanks to his enigmatic parent… a passing adventurer who once saved the local nobleman, before vanishing once his near-newborn son was in good hands.
[break]
[break]Dreams of what his father might have been like whirled around Mairwen’s head as he continued to grow up with this story in mind; and in turn he became infatuated with being an adventurer himself – to somehow connect to the father he had never met. The village’s local folk hero became the icon of his ambitions, and come every festival he would compete in the village games like a boy possessed to earn the right to wear his mantle for the day – to be that hero for just a little while. Even though he knew it was petty himself as he grew up, it meant the world to him. And soon, it would mean even more than that…
[break]
[break]Caught up in the politics of the wizarding world, the village’s supporting noble was inflicted with a dire curse – bedridden, but not mortally afflicted. The hamlet was rattled by issue, struggling to make ends meet while handling all the noble’s connections with the outside lords with his current state. Eventually, something had to be done. Originally, the matter was meant to be left to the reluctant local knights, but instead the village turned to Mairwen – he refused the responsibility, not feeling at all ready to handle being a hero despite his talents. But… a whispered promise from the lord changed everything for the feline – if he came back with a cure, he would finally be told of his father’s legacy… so, the boy donned the mantle of a hero once more; now with his life on the line.
[break]
[break]But before he left, he was assured one last blessing to affirm his confidence – the aid of a local witch in finding the will of his father in his own heart, and igniting the heroism he had nurtured all this time. Arriving with his supposed peasant mother’s beautiful dress as a catalyst, he prepared himself for the soul-connecting ritual. Conversing with the spirits and memories swirling around Mairwen’s soul and prized possession, his hidden potential was supposed to be unlocked with the rite… but, he was met with cackling, gleeful laughter. The passing hero who had once saved his village much like himself… was no hero at all.
[break]
[break]It was a heroine.
[break]
[break]Finally met with the awkward truth that his icon wasn’t a legendary ranger like his imagination but a fanciful singer, Mairwen had to take on the role of a songstress rather than an archer – and through the soul-binding rite, was stuck with the heritage of a charming singer rather than a gruff bowman. ‘Blessed’ with a lady’s voice that could melt hearts and his ancestor’s feminine charms, Mairwen panicked and ran in the midst of the ritual, the mockery of the wicca burnt into his mind alongside the soul-scarring of interrupting the process. Unable to handle the truth so suddenly, he fled before his village could find out the truth of his heritage – or perhaps, they always knew, and he simply couldn’t face the embarrassing truth. But, he still sought out to finish his quest all the same… hero or heroine, he wanted to someday meet his family, or at least get one step closer to them. His journey has left him bouncing from inn to inn, and finally led him to the promise of work for adventurers in Hyo Shin...
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[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]ABILITIES & EQUIPMENT
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Class Description: Somewhat similar to a bard, songstresses are blessed individuals who are capable of inspiring allies and influencing foes through song – in their case, their singing voices are their instrument of choice; be it through arcane enchantments or merely natural talent. Though they tend to lack the additional magical talents and practical skills of a well-travelled bard, nor the dexterity or martial prowess of dancers; songstresses’ music typically has greater effects than their sibling classes.[break]
[break]Passives:
Class Skills:
General Skills:
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[break]Inventory:
[break]A quiver with a blue ribbon around it much like his bow, which holds up to fifteen arrows; though they tend to be a messy mix of different styles he's scavenged along the way rather than any sort of consistent source.
Class Description: Somewhat similar to a bard, songstresses are blessed individuals who are capable of inspiring allies and influencing foes through song – in their case, their singing voices are their instrument of choice; be it through arcane enchantments or merely natural talent. Though they tend to lack the additional magical talents and practical skills of a well-travelled bard, nor the dexterity or martial prowess of dancers; songstresses’ music typically has greater effects than their sibling classes.[break]
[break]Passives:
- A Song for Friends :: As a songstress devoted to support like the heroine who once graced his talents, Mairwen’s songs offer comfort and safety to his comrades like a bard’s song by a warm hearth. Whenever Mairwen starts a new song, his targets feel at ease and have their spirits raised, lowering all their skill cooldowns by one post or removing one negative affliction or effect currently placed upon them. This passive does not affect Mairwen himself. While singing Mairwen is unable to take any other actions outside of basic movement, severely limiting his options in combat and making him a very vulnerable target. If Mairwen wishes to switch songs, he must take a post of rest to let the music settle before starting again. While Mairwen's singing can be heard at decent distances, the magic surrounding his performances only apply within about 60m of himself - if any of his targets leave the range or he is interrupted, the effects are immediately cancelled.
Class Skills:
- Sakura Kiss :: Born from love songs and lyrics of romance, this effect occurs if Mairwen serenades one of his company with music of this manner. While being performed, Mairwen becomes an instinctive focus for the person, appearing as something of a romanticised image of himself in their eyes. Anyone targeted who has some fancy for Mairwen will be inspired to defend him while the song is ongoing, regardless of previous allegiance. He probably appears surrounded by rose petals and with a soft focus or something, too. Mairwen can also use this song to gradually heal its target as well as its base effect which gives it some use for his allies; but it is only enough to help recover from minor lacerations and fatigue every two posts it is in effect. Mairwen adores this sort of music and thus has a bit of a bad habit of using these songs outside of encounters, which can be a bit of a bother…
- Wonder Wind :: Summoned by inspiring melodies and uplifting refrains, allies who hear Mairwen’s song are invigorated with energy and excitement with this effect. Up to three of Mairwen's company blessed by him gain a slight tailwind behind them, allowing them to perform feats of dexterity that would typically be difficult for them with relative ease, regardless of the environmental conditions – however, this effect is slight enough that this will not allow them to perform anything superhuman by their standards. Additionally, while using this effect, Mairwen is capable of moving at full speed while still singing due to his own tailwind.
- A Fine Death :: No bard would work without the standard fare of tales of heroism and violence, and Mairwen is much the same as a singer – songs of a struggle are certainly amongst his repertoire, and invoke this effect. Typically just choral melodies, these songs inspire his company to fight on regardless of the threat at hand; conjuring bravery and determination. Mairwen enchants up to three of his comrades to be capable of ignoring malignant psychological effects such as fear and mental manipulation, and can ignore up to moderate wounds without physical penalty while it continues. Should he falter, however; any effects they would be afflicted by will immediately kick in. While this style of song is in effect, Mairwen seems like part of the background and is less likely for foes to target – after all, battle music just seems natural.[break]
General Skills:
- Daystar :: Mairwen’s one claim to fame as a supposed ranger; supposedly a signature technique passed down from the village hero he was supposed to take after. A manner of arrow enchantment akin to arcane archery, Mairwen can enchant any arrow he notches and fires with this effect; albeit only one per post. Sparking with blue arcane power; once released the overcharged arrow leaves a trail of glittering magic before detonating on impact in a spectacular blast of blue and pink sparks akin to a firework. While not very powerful compared to more lethally-inclined arcane archery skills, the blast is very distracting and disorientating, making it decent as a support-minded offensive skill. Due to the focus required to perform the enchantment, Mairwen cannot possibly sing while using this technique - besides, he likes to call out such an iconic attack (well, iconic to him, anyway).
[break]Equipment[break]
[break]Armor:
- Armaiti Mantle :: Light :: E Quality :: A ranger’s outfit made in imitation of his village’s hero; a traditional garb passed down for many generations. While typically made just as celebratory formal wear, Mairwen’s version was made into something more practical for adventuring. However, it is still far from decent armour, and can’t be considered anything close to camouflage; although it does look very dapper.
- Accesory :: Locked
- Accesory :: Locked
Weapons:[break]
- Armaiti Bow :: Melee :: E Quality :: A dark rosewood reflex bow Mairwen helped sculpt himself as part of taking up the mantle of hero amongst his village, with a pair of blue ribbons on its ends. While nothing special beyond its composite wood design, it is more than enough to keep up with the weapons of typical rangers. Mairwen doesn’t rely on any particular style of arrow alongside it, usually ending up with a quiver of mismatched arrows pilfered from all kinds of places.
- Griffith Lute :: Melee :: E Quality :: A rosewood lute passed down to Mairwen by his mysterious ancestor. Although unremarkable, it holds a lot of sentimental value to him as his one link to the mother he never knew. Despite being a singer, Mairwen is at least decent at playing it, and often uses it as accompaniment to his melodies outside of combat.[break]
[break]Inventory:
[break]A quiver with a blue ribbon around it much like his bow, which holds up to fifteen arrows; though they tend to be a messy mix of different styles he's scavenged along the way rather than any sort of consistent source.
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PLAYED BY Tulf
PLAYED BY Tulf
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[b]RE:ZERO, Felix Argyle[/b] as [i]mairwen griffith[/i]
[b]RE:ZERO, Felix Argyle[/b] as [i]mairwen griffith[/i]
Credit: PHARAOH LEAP.
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