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Basic info
Name: Heath Freud
Age: 24
Birthday: January 26th
Gender: Male
Race: Fanus(Cheetah, Retractable claws and a tail. He hides the tail.)
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 150 Pounds
Face Claim: made with Rinmaru
Stats
STR: 5
DEF: 3
RES: 3
SPT: 1
Aura100|200 HP
Personality
Group: Medical
Likes: Nice people: It helps when you see kindred souls. Certainly does.
Running: Ex-track star, he’s just adapted a love of running.
Parkour: While this centers from illegal races, he adores running about and jumping and climbing.
Dislikes: Fanus who hate humans for no reason: He’ll be real with you. He got bad stuff for being fanus in school, and he doesn’t hate humans. Especially when you have a tail. You know how many people grabbed it? Lots! He just can’t find a reason to hate all humans for the stuff a few, or a lot to do. Individual cases.
Drugs: Poison your system with them? God no. He might be competitive, but finds drugs going too far.
Green foods: He hates the color green, and absolutely refuses to eat any green colored food. He’s looking at you, broccoli.
Fears: His lasting foot injury being revealed: Due to an accident during his illegal races, he doesn’t want it to be revealed. Plus, it’d make people go slower in a race. He can’t allow that. The foot injured? The right one.
Being blind: Comes from the fact that he spends most of his time climbing over things and such. If you are blind, it’s hard to do that.
Getting last place in a competition: While he’s fine with losing a fight, as it allows you to get stronger, he actually fears getting last place. No rewards, no glory. People look at you lower.
Overall Personality: He’s a very competitive guy, always up for some kind of race or fight. He won’t go after them though. It’s not his place to go after them, unless it’s a public, or occasionally, private competition he’s invited to. He always wants to help people, even in races. Occasionally, he does help people mid competition, but he’s stopped since it’s been used against him more than once. Of course, this is partly where the want to become a field medic came from.
Outside of competition, he wants to help everyone and anyone. You’re on your arse without money? He’ll dig what he has out of his pocket and figure out what he can spare. If you’re surronded, in he comes to attempt to even the odds. He’s kind of heart, through and through. He’s willing to sit about and listen to your problems.
It’s his flaw. He’s too selfless, and cares less about his own injuries then he does others. It’s what caused the injury to his foot a few years back. It hasn’t stopped him, though. Never will it. He’s too nice to stop being nice.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: Grey
Semblance: Teleportation: He can teleport up to 10 meters per teleport, and can teleport another person with him(has to be touching)
Item 1: Bow and Arrows: Pictured on his back, are his bow with a quiver full of arrows. He used to play around with them, but now, it’s what he just uses to fight. He’s practiced quite a few hours, since he had a lot of free-time.
Item 2: His shirt is made out of tough material. It’s physical armour.
History and Sample
- History:
- Heath. Track Star and nice guy. Couldn't've done anything bad, right? He’s done some shady things, just not on purpose. He was totally sure it was legal, at the time. They were just races, they just happened to be through the city streets; with illegal bets and undetermined paths. Unsanctioned as well, but he had one hell of a time with them. Of course, that’s a story for later.
He was born a cheetah Fanus. While this led to criticism in classes and at the lunch room during school, there was something special about Heath. He moved, and he moved fast. He had the fastest time of all on the mile run, and that got the attention of the track coach freshman year. Something that was rare. It was to be expected, though. He was the fastest, although his endurance wasn’t the best. So, he joined the track team at 15.
There was that side of the story, the one where Heath had fun being a track-star. The other half?
He got invited to a circuit of races when he was 17. A track-star of two years by then, he figured, why not? He denoted that there were bets, and end-point, and no direct path usually. So, he figured why not? Well, when he was 19, he realised why not.- He damaged his foot!:
- He was 19, and he had been in, quite literally, 100s of races. He was facing a fellow with a heavy accent. He had similar build to Heath, and it was clear he was experienced. He looked about 24, the other fellow, and that made him the older of the two by far. This didn't bother Heath, not at all. He took his hair, and furled it with a bun. He smiled, and stretched. This was going to be fun.
The whistle was blown, and they were off. Both scaled the building next, with the older fellow taking the lead early. It was a close race, both were jumping from roof to roof. It was fast and it was fun; and they had banter. However. Something bad was to happen.
The older fellow would slip and start falling into the alley-way, to certain death. Panicing, Heath would teleport down to the wall, and jump and catch him, and then teleport to the ground with him in his arms. He mis-judged the force and his foot hit the pavement wrong. It bent the wrong way. He screamed in pain as he landed. He looked at his foot, and decided one thing. He had to finish this race. He got up and attempted to crack his foot back in place. He at least had it in the right way before walking out the alley way and spotting the end. It was in sight. He limped to the end, clearly in pain. He collapsed as soon as he finished, panting. It took a lot to even walk.
He went to the hospital soon after, citing an accident. They found out his foot would never be the same, shattered in multiple places. Usually, this would end the use of that foot, the leg never useable. However, with a mix of will and luck, and a rather expensive surgery, he managed to fix it reasonablely well. They ran into one problem. Any really bad hits to the foot, would shatter it again. Surgery wouldn't fix it then.
Post surgery, he's enjoyed a life of smaller parkour, and some races. Last few years he's been making sure he can do things, and he can, so he went to hunter highschool. He wants to help people, he wants to become a field medic.
- RP Sample:
- Heath smiled. He may, in fact, be surrounded. That was not relevant though, as he looked to his left. His friend of about 10 years, Davie, was a bit hurt. Heath knew something they didn't and that was his teleport. When they attacked, he just teleported out behind one side, let them crash and then started running. Good thing Davie was on the track-team as well, otherwise, they both might have been buggered. Sure, he had his bow, but he would've rather not hurt those people. They were just mad. They'd get less mad soon enough, he was sure. Maybe. Alright, with his luck, not so much. He tended to piss people off with how nice he was, and he really couldn't understand it. Although, he knew nice had a price, and that price was his foot, his right foot.
After managing to flee the area, he fist-bumped Davies. "We're almost bugger there, mate. You really have to stop getting yourself in trouble." They had a laugh, and then after going out for some ice cream, he would be wandering the citry, merely bored more than anything.
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