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Naofumia

Naofumia
C-Tier
C-Tier

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@Solomon's Proxy wrote:Job Name: Gang Problem
Job Rank: C-tier
Job Location: Reim
Job Rewards: 100xp / 7,000 Huang
Job Overview: The citizen scared going outside the city because there’s a violent street gang, help the city guard to wipe the gang and they will give you a reward.

Enemy Info:
Enemy Name: Thugs (x4)
Rank: C-Tier
Needed damage to take down: 1 C-Tier
Abilities: Thugs can deal C-tier damage with their knife.
Furious Cut - Thugs attacks by cutting with their knife, dealing C-Tier damage
Punch - Thugs use their knuckle to punch to infict D-Tier damage.

When Naofumia had risen in the morning she had somehow managed to wake up households on either side of her flat.  She tripped over one of her black leather boots that she had left on the floor last night, tumbling forward Naofumia grabbed the brass bars at the end of her bed to catch her fall. All her weight, all 81kg of it was pushed onto the bed frame causing it to privot up slightly before thumbing back down and echoing through her thin walls.  Naofumia would take a gaze out the window as she comforted herself with a deep breath “That could have gone worse? Ayyy…….” *Hmmm* At least it looks like it's going to be a Nice day” *Knock Knock*.   A young man no taller than 4ft3 was concerned about the noise and was looking. Naofumia opens the door fully “Hello sir, can I help you”. Suddenly the young man grows red and his eyes open wide “Errr errrr em”  “Well?” “errr eemmm. Naofumia closes the door “Have a good day”.

Over the next next hour Naofumia would do her normal morning routine of washing herself, training with her sword by swinging it constantly from an upward position downwards, and thrusting it forward repeatedly; and finally Naofumia would dress herself and prepare herself for the day's activities. Today; she wore a black fleece vest with a white buttoned shirt on top, with dark blue leggings and her standard black leather boots. The white buttoned shirt was long shelved, however, did reveal skin at her shoulders.  Her Rapier would be held at her left side with its strap going around her waist.  

With a skip in her Step Naofumia would start her day as she left her flat.

She would notice a merchant refusing to travel outside the town, and some kids that normally played outside the walls kicking a ball inside as she made her way down the street to the eastern gate. Naofumia was hoping to speak to a soldier willing to train her a little bit. This was something she did once or twice a week with

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Name: Rapier
Tier: D
Type: Sword : Rapier Model
Material: Iron blade, Leather grib and Gold decoration at parts.
Appearance:

An Iron straight single handed two sided blade that reaches a distance of 1.08 meters. The black leather hilt is semi encaged in a circular design to wrap around the user's hand, this is also made of iron, however, there is a gold finish on top. The cage has a spiral of shorts that reaches back to the pummel of the weapon, protecting the user's hand from attacks .The pummel is also pointed like a blade


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Phobos Corvus

Phobos Corvus
D-Tier
D-Tier

It was difficult— handling affairs in the stead of his mother. As she pulled the bulk of their clan across the seas, he was left to watch over the rest. What was left of their territory needed protecting. Not even his uncle had stayed behind. Being the only heir, it was a burden he had to bear. While he did not care much for these people, they were important to his mother and that was reason enough for him.

Tying his hair back into a loose ponytail, he slipped on his shoes and left the house for his patrols. Today, the route was a tad different. With his cousin on his usual, the young fanalis would have to venture out of the borders of the community. No doubt there was trouble unrelated to them he could get his hands into.

He was tall for a child his age. His features, more mature. Something that let him get away with much more than she should. It was a curse just as much as it blessed him with privileges.

It appeared there was a small ruckus broiling between a merchant and some guards. One of them spots him, waving him down. He perks his brow, tilting his head.

“Oi, Corvus! Making your rounds so far from home, eh?”

He nods. The guard beckons him closer.

“Won’t you help us with somethin’?”

While the merchant seems to object for a moment, one of the guards reassures them. Phobos makes his way over to them. He hoped they had a task more interesting than what he was doing prior. Either way, he wasn’t in the position to refuse their offer.

“The local ruffians gettin’ rowdy now that your kin up n’ left. This seller said he’s been harassed for a few days now. Be a friend n’ help us out. We were just goin’ to lunch and—”

Phobos shakes his head. In other words, they were being lazy. How his mother would scold them if she found out. “Yeah,” he blurts, cutting him off. “I’ll do it.” He turns his head to the merchant, staring for a moment. “Where are they?” Without much of a word and more of an awkward babble, they point.

He turns away only to see another person standing nearby. Tall, slight in resemblance to his mother with their fair features. Unabashed, he approaches her, grabbing ahold of her sleeve. “You’re going to help me,” he states. It might be too much to do on his own and she had a sword. Surely, she was a fighter of some sort.

The young fanalis would try to drag her along with him. With his strength, it would be difficult for any normal person to pry themselves.

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Naofumia

Naofumia
C-Tier
C-Tier

As Naofumia continues to pass the merchant and make her way closer to the guards, she catches the second half of a conversation, and let her shoulders drop slightly “Dang it, they're going for lunch, so much for training” she thought to herself as looked slightly to the left in search for another guard. Suddenly she found herself being somewhat dragged along by someone, she almost went to reach for her sword and this action would be fairly obvious. Not sensing any malicious intent from the grip she didn't try to resist and just went along with it; even if she needed to hop a little bit on her toes due to the differential of speed.  Going along with the pull Naofumia quickly does a quick skip step to adjust her footing so she could walk more normally with the man. “This man is strangely quite strong??”  

After shifting her gaze to him she quickly looked up and down to access who he was; “Hmm I think he was talking to the guard, maybe a higher rank?. With her expressionless face and opened eyes of curiosity she answers “Alright, but what exactly am I helping you with? Oh and I’m Naofumia by the way in case you were wondering, or do you have a habit of recruiting strangers?” Just as these words left their mouth they had a bit of a flashback within their head. Naofumia old friend Tobi used to do the exact same thing, though normally concerning strange schemes or inventions, and with that Naofumia mind completely became oblivious that she was being dragged.

Naofumia would follow along with this man's plan, she was looking to train herself anyway, maybe this would lead somewhere interesting or so she was thinking to herself.

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Phobos Corvus

Phobos Corvus
D-Tier
D-Tier

Phobos halts to turn and look at her. His eyes were wide with his own realization. They spent so much time teaching him basic manners and he always seems to forget. Surely, he would’ve been scolded if his retainer were here.

The way she looks at him— expressionless, was much like his mother. Naofumia, was her name. He couldn’t help but wonder if her smile was the same. None the less, it allowed him to feel more at ease. “Phobos Corvus,” he says and in a rather childish way, “We’re going to fight evil.” While not much of an evil, every stain weaved into the world’s cloth had to be accounted for.

He lets go of her, allowing her to follow of her own volition. Every now and then, he would look back and smile. “You look strong,” he comments, peeking around a wall in search of their culprits. “Do you like to fight?” It was something he was fond of. If she was anything like his mother, so would she.

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Naofumia

Naofumia
C-Tier
C-Tier

Naofumia would raise her eyebrow slightly at the mention of evil, and how it seemed that Phobos Corvus was checking the corner “So is it like in the children books? Evil lurks around corners and in the shadow” and with that, both of her eyebrows were raised and yet her face still came across emotionless; it was as if she was being sarcastic. “Strong?” Naofumia would have a slight flashback to her recent battles “hmmm”. Placing her right hand on her chin and her left on the hilt of her rapier she would take a second to think of her answer “I wouldn’t say I’m helpless or can’t look after myself, but strong? Nope” Naofumia would take a deep breath as she moved her hand away from her chin “I have a long way to go”.

A few moments later

Not two far ahead of Naofumia and Phobos there was a man charging 12 Fals for some sort of protection tax without discrimination. “Em Mr. Corvus, you’re a soldier, right? Since when did this place have a protection tax?” Naofumia being somewhat oblivious to the true situation assumed she had made a mistake “Have been here for a long time, so much for becoming a soldier if I’m backlogged in tax, due to being absently minded” The man would be dressed somewhat similar to a Reim guard, however, anyone who took a closer look would know he wasn’t a guard and merely a thug.

Whoa… Ho ho ho” the man collecting would raise his voice slightly with his tummy barely fitting in his armor “What do we have here, two blonde ducklings, that's six Dirham each” he would say in a very deep accent “It's quite dangerous for ducklings after all”  Naofumia would begin taking a closer look at the man “Did he just call me a duck?”. There were still a few meters between them, and the man was simply rehearsing what he was going to say, not realizing they could hear him.

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Naofumia

Naofumia
C-Tier
C-Tier

Several moments would pass and an old man ahead of both Naofumia and Phobos would refuse to pay the fake toll, and within seconds his head would be impacting the ground with a loud bang. The fake guard/toll collector would almost instantly swing a wide right hook into the old man’s face with what would appear to be the motion of a follow-up kick to the stomach incoming. Naofumia didn't know if this was a true guard or not but she didn’t care this action wasn’t correct or ethical in the slightest, and just like that Naofumia had made the choice to ignore the man next to her and rush forward as fast as she could with her Rapier drawn “How dare you” Referring to both the comment of a duck and the impact to the Old man.  She wouldn’t be able to make it in time to prevent the impact of the kick to his stomach, in fact, she wouldn’t be able to make it at all.

Upon seeing Naofumia incoming the thug would mutter a single word “Farfarigo” two men hidden behind the corners of the wall would appear before Naofumia both armed with knives. Somewhat caught off guard Naofumia would pivot of one foot, and dash forward to her left. Her Rapier would clash with one of the knives as she thrust forward and he attempted to Parry. The sound of metal clashing would echo nearby. Almost instantly as the blades made contact would they separate, Naofumia knew she would pull her Rapier back into her shoulder before rapidly flicking her blade up and slicing downtowards the individual's head, putting everything she had behind it. She didn’t know the full situation or what others would do, or who else was hiding and thus had made the choice to save the old man she needed to simplify the situation and nothing was more simple than the dead.  As her blade began entering the cranium of her first target, the second would grip his blade with both hands and rotate towards her back. Meanwhile, the collector had kicked the old man once more, and a 4th foe would reveal themselves.



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Stamina = 135/165  
30- 1D scaled to B Damage.
abbility used:

Strike
Tier:D
Class: Warrior
Type: offensive
Range: Close
Requirements/Drawbacks: Requires the user to take a front guard stance.
Scaling: Damage
Sustain: 0
Cool Down: 1
Cost: Stamina
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