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Basic info
Name: Rook Lovelight
Age: 18
Birthday: January 7th
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 112 lb
Face Claim: Original Image by [Hijiri (Resetter)]
Stats
STR: [5+1]
DEF: 3
RES: 1
SPT: 3
Aura 100|200 HP
Personality
Group: Extremists
Likes: Board Games, Reading, Showing Off, Martial Arts, Coffee
Dislikes: Morning People, Show Offs, Peppy Attitudes, Forced Bed-Rest
Fears: Permanent Injury, Going Too Far, Hospitals
Overall Personality: There are a lot of things that could be said about Rook. Some people might describe her as a quiet, somewhat introverted girl who enjoys silence and warm coffee. Others might say that she's a stalwart combatant who displays perhaps a bit too much fervor in defeating her enemies. Still others might describe her as a thoughtful young lady who could stand to spend a bit more time paying attention to the people around her and a bit less time with her head in the clouds. She's idealistic yet cynical, severe yet gentle, and dedicated if not a touch lazy. But most people could reasonably agree on at least one thing. Rook is kind of a mean person. Not in an overly exaggerated "I'm going to bully you just because I can" kind of way, mind you. It's just that she makes very little effort to hide when she's being annoyed by something, and she's always being annoyed by something.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: White
Semblance: Buff Prophylaxis is, first and foremost, a chess term. As such it pretty much checks out already. Get it? Check? Like... Okay, nevermind. Rooks semblance allows her to look over an opponent and understand what steps to take in order to to more properly contest them. While not as intricate as the term it is derived from, this semblance is straightforward and effective, much like Rook herself. By recognizing her target's most valuable attribute, Rook can utilize her semblance in order to ready herself to mitigate that advantage. Growing tougher in response to a strong opponent, for instance.
Item 1: Weapon Board Shaker is the name of a set of steel plated boots made as a gift for Rook; an obvious reference to the girl's favorite board game, Chess. The boots are high and black with polished metal lining the heels and toes; the plates are painted white of course, so as to aid the monotone color scheme that Rook so favors.
Item 2: Physical Armor Rook's Checkered Outfit is, despite appearances a well padded and very durable set of clothing. There are a few leather pads beneath the exterior of her outfit as well, placed over more vital areas to help absorb more debilitating blows. While the clothing is of high quality, it is only "decent" as far as armor goes.
History and Sample
- History:
- Growing up on the streets is hard; growing up in Remnant is hard. Every alley hides a crook waiting to take whatever you've managed to scrape together to try and wait out the night. The cold is painful, the isolation, knowing that you can't have anyone to rely on because you couldn't afford to have anyone rely on you. It's all very hard. Or at least that's what the books say, Rook wouldn't really know. She grew up in a reasonably well off family, her father an accountant and her mother a journalist. Rook's father was a fairly strict man, though always had something of a hard time with trying to deny his daughter her admittedly occasional desires. Her mother on the other hand was a bright, cheerful woman. She was always quite enthused with the idea of being a mother and took to it quite well, even though she was somewhat young when Rook was born.
But Rook was always a somewhat difficult child. She got into fights more often than anyone would have expected, for instance, and she spent very little time with the other children. Still, her parents tried to steer her towards developing into a good and responsible member of society. They... somewhat succeeded. Rook retracted further from the social spotlight, but ceased her aggressive behaviors for the most part. As such, it came as something of a surprise when she declared to her parents her decision to begin training to become a huntress. Still, her parents were supportive even if a bit confused. Rook had never been very interested in hunters, having even gone so far as to describe the celebrity-like status surrounding them as "weird".
Years passed, and Rook took to her training surprisingly well. She possessed a unique mix of talent and fervor and eventually managed to reach a level of capability that could be described as "sufficient for her purposes". As such, she applied to and was quickly enrolled into Syne Academy. On the day she left home, Rook's father gave her a pair of boots and gloves to aid in the struggles to come. The night before her mother stayed up late into the night to tell stories of the past, of huntsmen and monsters, and of younger more gentle times for their family. Rook cried for the first time in years, and was somewhat embarrassed to begin her journey towards the academy with slightly red eyes and a puffy nose.
- RP Sample:
- It was a bit of a learning experience for Rook to take her first few steps in new, substantively-heavier-than-normal boots. She stumbled a few times, tripped once, and seemed to find every crack she could possibly come near. All the same, she didn't find the encumbrance to be a bad thing, if anything it helped her stay grounded. She'd always felt a bit too light while training anyways, too floaty. The added mass tugging against her legs definitely helped to build up some confidence; she'd never exactly had a soft touch, but with that extra weight to sling around she could definitely do some real damage now.
Giddy with excitement at the idea that having proper equipment put her that much closer to her goal of becoming a "proper" huntress, Rook even managed to put on a pleasant smile. Up until she tripped on a stray root, that is. An annoyed frown quickly overtook her, and she decided that perhaps she might be able to use a bit more practice before heading off to her new home. She took the gloves that hung from the backside of her waist and put them on one at a time, fingers clutching the cuffs to tug them into a snug, comfortable tightness. Then she took a step back, angled her body, and turned into a sidekick that held enough power to send a deep thrumming sound through the air. Her heel connected with the side of the tree that had presumably caused her to trip, and the wood splintered explosively.
Rook had to reach up to shield her eyes, not finding the idea of splinters in such a delicate place very appealing, and when she unobscured her vision she was shocked to see the extent of the damage she'd dealt. There wasn't a just a crack, there was a gouge that went halfway into the tree itself. She lowered her foot the the ground, the ball of her foot touching down first, and pursed her lips in consideration. "Board Shaker..." She said, her voice as rough as it always was, "These must have been expensive."
With that sentiment in mind, Rook turned to continue down the path. It took her a few minutes to decide on how she felt about that, and she was able to strip her gloves off in that time. Her family wasn't poor, but still this gift must have set them back substantively. Eventually, she simply hugged her new gloves to her chest and continued forward, promising herself that she would someday pay the old man back. Maybe a nice lunch if she had a chance to visit soon..?
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