Josan Caradi

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FIRST STAGE, basic info...
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[NAME] Josan Milo Caradi
[NICKNAME(S)] Joe, Milo
[AGE] Twenty (20)
[SPECIES] Human
[SEX] Male
[SEXUALITY] Straight
[DOB] November 12

[ALIGNMENT] Neutral Good
[BIRTH PLACE] Sidan, a small village
[CURRENT RESIDENCE] Out and about, but still calls Sidan home.
[POLITICAL VIEW] N/A
[OCCUPATION] Traveling sword, occasional performer


SECOND STAGE, personal info...
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[APPEARANCE]

[/i] - 5'8"
Weight - 175 lbs
Hair - See picture
Eyes
Complexion
Body Type
Blood Type - O+
Odd Marks/Scars - None that he can speak of.
Handedness - Prefers to call himself ambidextrous.
Face Claim - i25.tinypic.com/2vdqkx0.jpg[/ul]

[PERSONALITY]

Joe is the laid-back, happy-go-lucky type. He loves a good time and a good laugh, and he likes to tackle things head on. Though not one to turn down luxury, he enjoys the simple things in life. He's most likely the type to crack a joke now and then, maybe ruffle the hair a bit.

[LIKES] Relaxing, excitement, beef, a good woman
[DISLIKES] Arrogance, haughtiness, wasps
[HABITS] Has a penchant for naming his implements. Practices his footwork and movements when left idle.
[SECRETS] None to speak of.[/size]


THIRD STAGE, past, present, and future...
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[FATHER] Tiron Caradi, alive
[MOTHER] Lina Alman, alive
[SIBLING(S)] None
[RELATIVES] Grandma Tori (alive), Aunt Fran (alive)
[PET(S)] His dog, Bogard

[HISTORY] Josan spent most of his life in the small village of Sidan, living the quiet life. He's wondered what life is like beyond the village, and he's thought of many different ways how to answer the call to adventure. One day, working at the village tavern as a young boy, a bar fight broke out. Taking cover and watching the fight from afar, he witnessed the most amazing thing: a man, drawing a rapier, and going to town on the brawlers. It fascinated him, seeing the fencer move and dart and attack the way he did. He wanted to be just like him. For the years to come, he'd practice on his own in his backyard and around the village, taking a stick and practicing the maneuvers. He got pretty good at it, and the other kids marveled at his supposed prowess, even taking the hot air out of a bully or two with his stick-fencing. Saving up his money for years, it was only when he reached the ripe age of twenty that he decided to head out and see the world. Taking all his savings, he bought basic supplies and used a good chunk of it to pay the blacksmith, asking him to craft the finest rapier he could afford. Upon completion, he christened the blade Mercury and set out to see the world.

[FACTION] None that he can speak of.
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FOURTH STAGE, statistics...
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[WEAPON(S)] Main preferred weapon is his rapier ("Mercury"). He also carries a dagger and a sling.
[AFFINITY] list by race and level.
[FIGHTING STYLE] Self-taught fencing
[SPECIES PERKS] None, as he is human.
[DEITY] Avandra, goddess of change[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[ippo]

"Give her back, Abe!"
"Make me, smallfry! Ha ha!"

Just outside the dirt schoolyard, a small crowd of little kids, anywhere from six to ten years, stood back as Abe, the local bully, was up to no good again. Abe was ten years old, a portly kid with a buzzcut and a sneer that could put anyone off. He was the loud and obnoxious type, the sort you wanted to get rid of. Unfortunately, no one could, since his size lent itself well to pushing people around and getting his way. He learned to make the most of it, as he did today.

High above his head in his hand was gripped a small dolly of cloth and stuffing. His other hand was out in front of him, pushing away the little girl who wanted her back. Louise was only seven, curled auburn hair bobbing as she kept hopping to try and snatch her dear doll from Abe's grasp. Tears had already welled, and she wailed at him, trying to force herself onto him. Round and round the two shuffled, Abe continually stiff-arming Louise. A couple other kids tried to reason with the stubby little boy, but he had none of it.

"Come oooon, Abe!" she wailed. "Give her back!"
"Why should I?" sneered Abe. "She's just a stupid doll! Why do you care so much?"
"Because she's mine! Now GIVE!"
Abe scoffed. "Make me!"

A third voice cut into the commotion, that of a young boy with a middling voice. "Fine. Then I'll make you!"

Abe, Louise and the few other kids turned around to see a young boy, nine years old with ratty blonde hair and plain clothes, part the crowd with a flat, serious look on his face. Jammed into a belt loop on his left hip was a long, smoothed stick, like he were a traveling fighter with a sword at his belt. Louise's eyes watered while Abe scoffed.

"Whaddya want, Joe?" Abe muttered. "This ain't your business."
"Milooo," Louise called to him. "He won't give Rosie back." Josan's brown eyes looked up and indeed spied the small doll in Abe's meaty paw. Eyes leveled with the portly kid.

"Givit back, Abe," Josan spoke matter-of-factly, putting on a surprising air of authority.
"Pfft," Abe scoffed again. "Why should I? I'm the boss, and what I say goes!"
"No you're not," Joe responded. "Givit."
"No."
"Givit."
"No! Quit it!"
Joe outstretched a hand. "Give it back."

"Shut up!" Abe, visibly peeved, pushed Louise aside with his stiff-arming hand and stormed towards Joe at a surprising pace, rearing back a fist. Joe glowered as his right hand came for the "hilt" of his stick. With a hop, he sidestepped to the outside of Abe's slow, wide punch. In the same motion, he drew his stick and, in a single motion, rapped Abe over the back of the shoulder. He yelped, but not before spinning around with a wild look in his face and throwing a wild backfist with the same arm. Playing to his agility, Joe ducked beneath the flailing arm, responding in kind with his own backhand attack. The difference, though, was that he swung with the stick with an audible whoosh and caught Abe in the side of his stomach with a mighty WHAP.

As Abe yelped again and held his side, the stick came around again, flying down from above and nailing the bully atop the opposite shoulder in a clubbing motion. Abe fell to a knee and released his grip on the doll to hold his new welts. The doll flopped to the dirt, letting Josan lean in and snatch the doll up so he may hand it off to Louise, who stood in surprise at the whole scene. She was obviously elated to have her dolly back, as her laugh, her hop and her "Thanks, Milo!" proved. Abe wailed like a baby, the bruises stinging as he tried to rub them down.

"Fine," Abe growled as Josan "sheathed" his stick in his beltloop. "Keep the stupid doll. I never wanted her anyway!" He pulled himself up and stomped down the street, still holding his welts and wailing like any child would after being hurt. The other kids, meanwhile had crowded closer, amazed at Josan's sudden show of skill and how he took down that ball of fat. Louise herself, still cradling Rosie, came up to him too.

"That was amazing, Milo!" she gushed. "How'd you do that?"
Milo paused as he looked down at his "sword." He looked back up with a half-smile on his face.
"I-I dunno," he confessed. "It just kinda...happened. I dunno how I did that myself." Maybe all that practice helped, he thought to himself. I didn't know I could do that!

"You're the coolest, Milo!" All the other kids joined in the chorus, Milo suddenly overwhelmed with this new fame. He couldn't help but wonder: is this gonna happen all the time if he leaves the village?