Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2015 23:54:49 GMT -6
lief ramses
"Morals are overrated"
I. BASICS
FULL NAME:: Lief Ramses
NICKNAMES:: Sharpshoot | Liefy
GENDER:: cis-gender male
AGE:: eighteen
ORIENTATION:: pansexual
ALLIGNMENT:: neutral
HOMEWORLD:: Ivalice [Tactics Advance]
NICKNAMES:: Sharpshoot | Liefy
GENDER:: cis-gender male
AGE:: eighteen
ORIENTATION:: pansexual
ALLIGNMENT:: neutral
HOMEWORLD:: Ivalice [Tactics Advance]
HEIGHT:: 6'1" (~185cm)
HAIR/EYES/SKIN:: Lief's hair is a deep rich brown, the same colour as his eyes. Lief skin can be quite fair, but after days out on missions, it becomes fairly tan.
DiSTINGUISHING MARKS::
II. PERSONA
To put it simply, Lief is one hell of a cocky teenager. While it often appears as a bloated opinion of himself, Lief has really put forth the effort in his skill. It's really nothing to be undermined. Unfortunately, Lief is the kind of person that often doesn't know when to shut his trap and that is the kind of behaviour that really gets him in more trouble than he deserves.
And if Lief isn't being a cocky asshole, he's probably charming the pants off someone. Lief enjoys making people feel better about themselves, their identities, and their looks--usually accomplishing this is some over the top flirtatious fashion. He care not what biological bits you have or even what race you might be; if he finds you attractive--he'll let you know. He actually has a rather forward way of thinking on this subject, whether he realises it or not.
Yet underneath all that cocky and flirtatious exterior, Lief is a insecure teenager hoping for his chance to prove to the world it was wrong. Lief came from nothing and was often told he wouldn't be anything good--and that sticks with him today. This upbring has given him a bitter look on people who try to tell him who to be. He wants to fight back against those who tore him down and prove once and for all that he could mean something to this world.
Poaching was his liberation in this aspect; it gave him a chance to be good at something. He found his home in crime, in "being bad". The joy of doing illegal things gave him the rush he needed and the chance of proving himself to others. But it also came at the price of him immediately mistrust of those who came to oppose him. Or even those who just thought he was doing wrong. He's quick to judge on people he deems "goody-goody" thinking they are often obnoxious, annoying pricks without even getting to know or understand them. His home is with the criminals and it might not be a good thing that he trusts them as fast as he does.
And because he's banded so well with these criminals, Lief is quite petrified of being alone. His Clan is his family, the only family he's ever really had. A broken family that's understood and accepted him in ways no other person (well beside Olivar) really has. They make him feel important and needed--everything he's ever searched for.
The Clan has given Lief a sense of respect towards others too. A thieves set of morals, if you will. Be wary of authority but give respect to those who have earned it. Support the Clan the best you can, but remember the only one you have to look out for is yourself. These are the words Lief lives by and they have quite clearly shaped him into the deviant he is today.
And if Lief isn't being a cocky asshole, he's probably charming the pants off someone. Lief enjoys making people feel better about themselves, their identities, and their looks--usually accomplishing this is some over the top flirtatious fashion. He care not what biological bits you have or even what race you might be; if he finds you attractive--he'll let you know. He actually has a rather forward way of thinking on this subject, whether he realises it or not.
Yet underneath all that cocky and flirtatious exterior, Lief is a insecure teenager hoping for his chance to prove to the world it was wrong. Lief came from nothing and was often told he wouldn't be anything good--and that sticks with him today. This upbring has given him a bitter look on people who try to tell him who to be. He wants to fight back against those who tore him down and prove once and for all that he could mean something to this world.
Poaching was his liberation in this aspect; it gave him a chance to be good at something. He found his home in crime, in "being bad". The joy of doing illegal things gave him the rush he needed and the chance of proving himself to others. But it also came at the price of him immediately mistrust of those who came to oppose him. Or even those who just thought he was doing wrong. He's quick to judge on people he deems "goody-goody" thinking they are often obnoxious, annoying pricks without even getting to know or understand them. His home is with the criminals and it might not be a good thing that he trusts them as fast as he does.
And because he's banded so well with these criminals, Lief is quite petrified of being alone. His Clan is his family, the only family he's ever really had. A broken family that's understood and accepted him in ways no other person (well beside Olivar) really has. They make him feel important and needed--everything he's ever searched for.
The Clan has given Lief a sense of respect towards others too. A thieves set of morals, if you will. Be wary of authority but give respect to those who have earned it. Support the Clan the best you can, but remember the only one you have to look out for is yourself. These are the words Lief lives by and they have quite clearly shaped him into the deviant he is today.
III. BACKGROUND
Lief is a hume hunter. Hunters are bow wielded warriors whose speicality lies in fighting monsters. They are the unique class that has the ability to capture monsters and carry an arsenal of attacks that quickly distory them as well. This class makes Lief the perfect poacher. Capturing monsters to sell their skins, horns, or other parts makes him a valurable member of the team, while his skills at defeating the monsters make him great at dispatching unneeded foes on the field. And his range support doesn't make him a too shabby clanmate on fighting off other poacher clans, those trying to turn them in, or even the palace guards.
In non-engagement styled fights Lief tends to be a quick to draw kind of person, working nicely at mid range for quicker and more precise shots. While there are probably better bows on the market, Lief is use to his Ranger Bow and probably wouldn't switch it for anything short of some amazing weapon. For some reason he's attacthed to the green thing.
In non-engagement styled fights Lief tends to be a quick to draw kind of person, working nicely at mid range for quicker and more precise shots. While there are probably better bows on the market, Lief is use to his Ranger Bow and probably wouldn't switch it for anything short of some amazing weapon. For some reason he's attacthed to the green thing.
IV. HISTORY
Lief has your stereotypical deviant background story. He was abandoned as a child--by orphaning or by choice he's still figuring out. He was raised in a Orphanage from the time he was an infant until the time he left at 15. It was in that Orphanage that he met his best friend Olivar and the two practically grew up together like brothers.
Deviant behaviour was the norm among the occupants of this Orphanage. Those who had passed the "too old to be adopted" age had become rather bitter towards people and authority in general. They in turn had an impact on the younger children. "Screw adults, screw normal! We'll do what we want for ourselves." was the popular attitude. And Lief latched onto this attitude like a baby to its mother's breast. To not have to follow rules, to make a life for himself, to be his own person. But the other kids in the Orphanage didn't think Lief was worth a salt and often tormented him for his failures. The only one that support him through all of his troubles was Olivar--because both of them were in the boat of "mediocrity" together.
When they approached teenagehood, the two of them vowed to make their own Clan and set out on wild adventures. This dream kept them hopeful through their years of terrible puberty. Their light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak. And when Lief turned 15, they could no longer just stand to dream about it--they set off to do it.
At first the road was hard. While Hunter and Thief were decent classes for hume, they did not cover much ground of versatility with two people. Adequate paying jobs were hard to come by and they more than often failed missions than actually completing them. They were heartbroken, watching their dreams fall apart.
Until they ran into a Viera named Xia.
Xia was part of a small time poaching crew called "Onyx". This archer turned bow wielding assassin was one hell of a shot. She practically held up half the crew during missions. And it was one during one of these missions that Olivar and Lief ran into Xia. She immediately saw their skill (or prehaps their young naive minds) and convinced the two of them to join the poaching clan. From there on out, Clan Onyx grew. Missions became easier for the duo as he had a whole range of people supporting and fighting with them. And with all the different kind of poaching missions they were taking, there was no shortage on Gil. They were slowly traveling the worlds, going on adventures--all in amazingly illegal ways. It was liberating to be this bad.
And for three years, this is what Lief did.
However after a while, it all got a little boring. While Clan Onyx had most certainly done well with the missions they were assigned, they hadn't really achieved fame or stirred any pots. Under the radar was nice--in the beginning--meant the palace wasn't coming after you. But after a while it also meant you weren't anything special. The poacher clan looked high and low for something that would clear them an interesting place in history--and a good bucket of gil to boot. And find it they did. Tales of a Gran Grimoire came to the Clan's ears. Stupid legend at first turned actually out to be a legit book of legit powerful legit power. This tome apparently wielded some of the most powerful magic in all of Ivalice and even if the Clan didn't use it, they would most certainly be able to make a buck off the person who did.
So to the Jagds they went in search for the lofty tome. Much to their surprise besides the few monsters that tracked that land, they found it with relative ease. It didn't appear to be much of a book and while they were a bit disappointed that it was going to be a simple "make those who payed us to find it pay us for what they payed us for" mission, they were still ok with the money that might be able to get out of this venture. That was until Lief decided to read it.
He was in one of the pub's room with his best friend Olivar when he jokingly opened the tome to a random page and tried to understand the words written within. It didn't look like anything he had ever read before--not that he was the reading type--but he tried his hardest to sound it out.
That was obviously a mistake.
The words that he had said apparently stirred the tome's magic within and while he was over joyed that he got the thing to work--he quite quickly realised that he had messed up bad. Whatever spell he had done was now seemingly breaking reality around him and Lief was teleported to a world he did not know of.
He was scared--terrified actually--of where he was going and what the book wound up doing to him. But something inside of him has him asking himself if he's destine for more than the life he has. And he wondered if it was fate that the book brought him here.
Deviant behaviour was the norm among the occupants of this Orphanage. Those who had passed the "too old to be adopted" age had become rather bitter towards people and authority in general. They in turn had an impact on the younger children. "Screw adults, screw normal! We'll do what we want for ourselves." was the popular attitude. And Lief latched onto this attitude like a baby to its mother's breast. To not have to follow rules, to make a life for himself, to be his own person. But the other kids in the Orphanage didn't think Lief was worth a salt and often tormented him for his failures. The only one that support him through all of his troubles was Olivar--because both of them were in the boat of "mediocrity" together.
When they approached teenagehood, the two of them vowed to make their own Clan and set out on wild adventures. This dream kept them hopeful through their years of terrible puberty. Their light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak. And when Lief turned 15, they could no longer just stand to dream about it--they set off to do it.
At first the road was hard. While Hunter and Thief were decent classes for hume, they did not cover much ground of versatility with two people. Adequate paying jobs were hard to come by and they more than often failed missions than actually completing them. They were heartbroken, watching their dreams fall apart.
Until they ran into a Viera named Xia.
Xia was part of a small time poaching crew called "Onyx". This archer turned bow wielding assassin was one hell of a shot. She practically held up half the crew during missions. And it was one during one of these missions that Olivar and Lief ran into Xia. She immediately saw their skill (or prehaps their young naive minds) and convinced the two of them to join the poaching clan. From there on out, Clan Onyx grew. Missions became easier for the duo as he had a whole range of people supporting and fighting with them. And with all the different kind of poaching missions they were taking, there was no shortage on Gil. They were slowly traveling the worlds, going on adventures--all in amazingly illegal ways. It was liberating to be this bad.
And for three years, this is what Lief did.
However after a while, it all got a little boring. While Clan Onyx had most certainly done well with the missions they were assigned, they hadn't really achieved fame or stirred any pots. Under the radar was nice--in the beginning--meant the palace wasn't coming after you. But after a while it also meant you weren't anything special. The poacher clan looked high and low for something that would clear them an interesting place in history--and a good bucket of gil to boot. And find it they did. Tales of a Gran Grimoire came to the Clan's ears. Stupid legend at first turned actually out to be a legit book of legit powerful legit power. This tome apparently wielded some of the most powerful magic in all of Ivalice and even if the Clan didn't use it, they would most certainly be able to make a buck off the person who did.
So to the Jagds they went in search for the lofty tome. Much to their surprise besides the few monsters that tracked that land, they found it with relative ease. It didn't appear to be much of a book and while they were a bit disappointed that it was going to be a simple "make those who payed us to find it pay us for what they payed us for" mission, they were still ok with the money that might be able to get out of this venture. That was until Lief decided to read it.
He was in one of the pub's room with his best friend Olivar when he jokingly opened the tome to a random page and tried to understand the words written within. It didn't look like anything he had ever read before--not that he was the reading type--but he tried his hardest to sound it out.
That was obviously a mistake.
The words that he had said apparently stirred the tome's magic within and while he was over joyed that he got the thing to work--he quite quickly realised that he had messed up bad. Whatever spell he had done was now seemingly breaking reality around him and Lief was teleported to a world he did not know of.
He was scared--terrified actually--of where he was going and what the book wound up doing to him. But something inside of him has him asking himself if he's destine for more than the life he has. And he wondered if it was fate that the book brought him here.
V. AUTHOR
PLAYER ALIAS:: rheostatic
OTHER CHARACTERS:: none yet
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE::
First and foremost a writer. Been writing every since I was a wee lad; always fulling up random notebooks with stupid stories and terrible fanfiction. Roleplaying wasn't introduced as possibility to me into I was already in highschool. Before that it was me playing pretend and secretly having all of these "alternative" stories in my head. However my journey onto actual forums didn't start until I was in highschool. I was irl recruited as a plot mod for the-site-that-cannot-be-named, which was a kh/ff cross over. For a short stint I was co-admin on a dissidia based final fantasy site until an-ex-that-cannot-be-named deleted it. I took a twoish year break from the forums until a friend I kept from the original not named site informed me of a site a reopening kh/ff cross over site. AND FROM THERE I came here. So there. My rping skills might not be vast, but my writing skills most certainly make up for it. I like making pretty stories, and I also like making pretty stories with others.
HOW YOU FOUND US:: Atti showed me the pretty coding and I was practically in love.
NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: probably something here.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE::
The coeurl stalked back and forth a few yards away from the young poacher twitching it's tail slightly as sniffed the ground looking for prey. Little did it know in a few moments it would become such prey and that twitching tail would be come Lief's next meal ticket. It was an odd mission to start with, Lief didn't think coeurl's tail was worth much, but who knows? "Maybe it's some alchemist or something." Lief murmured to himself outloud. "Yeah, that make the most sense."
From Lief's crouched position next to a rock, he had a clear view of the stalking coeurl while it had little to no reason to suspect he was there. It wasn't an easy shot from his vantage point, but risking the chances from here could easily make this a one hit KO rather than a longass engagement. If he missed, oh well--judge time it was.
The hunter eased his bow away from over his shoulder and pulled out an arrow from the quiver at his hip. The coeurl had stopped pacing back and forth and was posed over one particular spot on ground. This was his chance. The arrow slipped against the bow, notching up perfectly with the string. Lief rose partially to get his arms above the height of the rock, but remaining low enough to not draw attention to himself. He pulled the bow taunt, closing one eye to help him figure out the best spot to fire. His tongue stuck out without him realising it as he concentrated, finding the perfect angle and perfect arch given all the conditions around him. Without waiting to long to second guess his intuition, the poacher fired.
Woooooosh.... clink.
Lief cursed under his breath as the coeurl moved from its position and nearly the last second. Alarmed by the arrow clinking next to it, the coeul suddenly snarled and turned towards Lief's direction. They hunter moved, but it seemed to be too late as the coeul decided to headlong rush at Lief.
"ENGAGEMENT!" the poacher shouted as he dodge out of the way of the hurling beast. So much for easy peasy. Engagements were a last ditch effort and really not Lief's style, but he was most certainly going to take that route over possible death. Judges were a blessing in the way that they kept you alive, but those stupid laws were the price you had to pay for that. Lief was just praying that the laws were fair to him today.
In no time flat the Judge appeared with its magical warping in thing. The beast immediately recoiled back to it's side of the area snarling menacingly at both the judge and the hunter. Lief breathed a sigh of relief as he took his stance close to the judge.
"Laws today prohibit the use of Broadswords, Techniques, and Instruments!" the Judge prattled off. Lief grinned as the Judge took his "Ready?" stance, the laws were on his side today.
"You ready to go ya big panther?" he shouted at the coeurl. "Ya tail is gonna be mine!"
OTHER CHARACTERS:: none yet
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE::
First and foremost a writer. Been writing every since I was a wee lad; always fulling up random notebooks with stupid stories and terrible fanfiction. Roleplaying wasn't introduced as possibility to me into I was already in highschool. Before that it was me playing pretend and secretly having all of these "alternative" stories in my head. However my journey onto actual forums didn't start until I was in highschool. I was irl recruited as a plot mod for the-site-that-cannot-be-named, which was a kh/ff cross over. For a short stint I was co-admin on a dissidia based final fantasy site until an-ex-that-cannot-be-named deleted it. I took a twoish year break from the forums until a friend I kept from the original not named site informed me of a site a reopening kh/ff cross over site. AND FROM THERE I came here. So there. My rping skills might not be vast, but my writing skills most certainly make up for it. I like making pretty stories, and I also like making pretty stories with others.
HOW YOU FOUND US:: Atti showed me the pretty coding and I was practically in love.
NOTES FOR CONSIDERATION:: probably something here.
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE::
The coeurl stalked back and forth a few yards away from the young poacher twitching it's tail slightly as sniffed the ground looking for prey. Little did it know in a few moments it would become such prey and that twitching tail would be come Lief's next meal ticket. It was an odd mission to start with, Lief didn't think coeurl's tail was worth much, but who knows? "Maybe it's some alchemist or something." Lief murmured to himself outloud. "Yeah, that make the most sense."
From Lief's crouched position next to a rock, he had a clear view of the stalking coeurl while it had little to no reason to suspect he was there. It wasn't an easy shot from his vantage point, but risking the chances from here could easily make this a one hit KO rather than a longass engagement. If he missed, oh well--judge time it was.
The hunter eased his bow away from over his shoulder and pulled out an arrow from the quiver at his hip. The coeurl had stopped pacing back and forth and was posed over one particular spot on ground. This was his chance. The arrow slipped against the bow, notching up perfectly with the string. Lief rose partially to get his arms above the height of the rock, but remaining low enough to not draw attention to himself. He pulled the bow taunt, closing one eye to help him figure out the best spot to fire. His tongue stuck out without him realising it as he concentrated, finding the perfect angle and perfect arch given all the conditions around him. Without waiting to long to second guess his intuition, the poacher fired.
Woooooosh.... clink.
Lief cursed under his breath as the coeurl moved from its position and nearly the last second. Alarmed by the arrow clinking next to it, the coeul suddenly snarled and turned towards Lief's direction. They hunter moved, but it seemed to be too late as the coeul decided to headlong rush at Lief.
"ENGAGEMENT!" the poacher shouted as he dodge out of the way of the hurling beast. So much for easy peasy. Engagements were a last ditch effort and really not Lief's style, but he was most certainly going to take that route over possible death. Judges were a blessing in the way that they kept you alive, but those stupid laws were the price you had to pay for that. Lief was just praying that the laws were fair to him today.
In no time flat the Judge appeared with its magical warping in thing. The beast immediately recoiled back to it's side of the area snarling menacingly at both the judge and the hunter. Lief breathed a sigh of relief as he took his stance close to the judge.
"Laws today prohibit the use of Broadswords, Techniques, and Instruments!" the Judge prattled off. Lief grinned as the Judge took his "Ready?" stance, the laws were on his side today.
"You ready to go ya big panther?" he shouted at the coeurl. "Ya tail is gonna be mine!"