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Jerome
Legacy Name: Jerome


The Bloodred Kumos
Owner: Coydog

Age: 15 years, 5 months, 3 weeks

Born: November 23rd, 2006

Adopted: 15 years, 5 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: November 23rd, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 125
     
  • Strength: 179
     
  • Defense: 110
     
  • Speed: 118
     
  • Health: 111
     
  • HP: 111/111
     
  • Intelligence: 325
     
  • Books Read: 313
  • Food Eaten: 4418
  • Job: Battle Master


Reluctant Warrior

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As you're on a trip through Subeta, perhaps looking for quest items or seeking that rare plushie, you've found yourself quite lost. Traversing the wilderness however, you soon find a small home on the horizon. Curiously, you edge closer, until at last the domain comes into view. It doesn't look like much, just a single story house. Seeming to be made of stacked stones in various colors and sizes, with moss growing outside, it looks a bit out of place with the current times. Perhaps some shady hermit or other crazy lives within? ... Nah. You are unsure what wood this is exactly, as it is neither the Veta Lake nor Peka Glade area. It is however, quite vast. You cannot even see the horizon for the trees, without looking back the way you came. As you edge closer to the home, you can't help but get the feeling you are being watched ... "What. Are you doing here." It seems more like a demand than a question, but the ill manner of the query is hardly reflected upon, as a snarl accents this voice. You glance over your shoulder, and there before you is a snarling Bloodred Kumos. He doesn't look very happy ... "Well?!" He snaps, again quite rude. The Kumos barks, all fangs as he gives you an annoyed glare. A very unhappy customer indeed ... "What? You going to start a fight about it?" While his voice is quite average, it is also rather articulate for a blood soaked canine. He seems to have no accent or slang to place him as hailing from any particular region. One thing is obvious however, he is quite angry. Perhaps you should leave. Or ... do you really want to fight about it?

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Biography

Basics
Name: Jerome Killian
Gender: Male
Species: Bloodred Kumos
Age: 38
Alignment: Neutral
Class: Swordsman
Occupation: Bounty Hunter, mechanic, body guard, carpenter. Whatever work he can get.
Residency: Wanders, wherever work takes him.
Voice: Serious, deep, and obviously male without being downright baritone.
Birthday: November 23rd

Appearance
Build: Strong, lean.
Complexion: Tanned, average.
Eyes: Gold
Hair: Black with a reddish tint.
Special Features: Kumos tail, though he usually keeps it tied against his belt. Don't want it to get chopped off, after all.
Birthmarks/Scars: A crescent moon crossing one eye. Made by an electrified weapon.
Clothing/Attire: He wears comfortable and rather ordinary black clothes, with a collared shirt and long pants tucked into boots.
General: He appears to be a handsome, if far too serious young man with short black hair and gold eyes. If it weren't for those eyes one might just think him human. His hair has a strange reddish tint to it, like old blood, and is scattered about in all directions. It seems tousled from lack of good grooming, however his face remains clean shaven most of the time. A scar crosses across one eye, it bears both cut and burn wounds from the slash of an electrically enchanted blade. This scar is in the shape of a crescent moon, running from just above the eyebrow and down to the edge of his nose.

Personality
Goals: To complete whatever job is given to him. He's got pride about that.
Likes: Having work to do, being alone.
Dislikes: People who talk too much, bounty thieves.
Fears/Phobias: Unknown.
Strengths: Dual wielding of the sword, tracking targets.
Weaknesses: Magic, elementals, prideful.
Habits/Quirks: None to speak of.
General: A silent, serious, keep to himself type. He doesn't try to make friends with anyone. While he comes off as just anti social, the truth of the matter is more deeply rooted in the fact that he has lost friends in the past. He rarely loses his temper, and tries his best just to ignore people. In combat he only kills if absolutely necessary.

Relationships
Mother: Unknown.
Father: Unknown.
Allies: Coyotl, Burgundy, Nanaue, Hawthorn (as far as anyone can tell).
Enemies: Balisong, Distemper
Pets: He carries a Jackal Lantern. It barks sometimes, but is otherwise quiet.

Background
He will not speak of it, and it remains hidden away in the back of his mind. An exiled soldier from a foreign land, he was the commander of a small militia that was wiped out in battle. Due to many an unfortunate circumstance he watched all of his men die. And being the sole survivor of the troop, upon returning to the crown he was accused of treason and exiled. He has not forgiven himself for letting his troops die, nor has he forgiven his country for betraying him. Carter found him injured after a job gone wrong, the first of many whom she sheltered in her Subeta life. Now he feels like he owes her for saving his life, and remains loyal to the lady.

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Layout Code by Mekiko!
Background from: Backgroundlabs.
Bases used found on Deviantart.

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