- Messages
- 195
- Reaction score
- 468
- Points
- 1,000
- Salty Doubloons
- 247

Statistics | Unused Stat Points: 10 |
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Level and Stat Points: Key Colors: | 50 x 5 = 250 Racial Boosts | Martial Arts Boosts |
Strength: | 45 +30 = 75 |
Speed: | 40 +20 +5 = 65 65 x 2 = 130
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Vitality: | 55 +10 = 65 65 x 2 = 130
|
Haki: | 65 65 x 2 = 130
|
Martial Arts: | 35 35 x 2 = 70
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Profession: Performer | |
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Acrobatics: | ***** |
Zodd's Actions
Zodd Talking
~Zodd Thinking~
All enjoyed a sunny day in Mock Town and most folk would eventually find themselves within the hustle and bustle of a local tavern. Boisterous laughing, the clanking of mugs filled with one's drink of choice, and sometimes shouting is what made of the ambient sounds in the tavern. At the front of the tavern, sitting in a boosted chair at the bar was a tiny individual with a mug about 1/10th the size of a normal mug. Despite his small size, his voice boomed throughout the tavern as he laughed and gorged himself on food and liquor. The red-dreaded dwarven male could be heard yelling toward the barmaid.
More Food and More Liquor!!! Zodd's not had his fill yet, he hasn't!!!
Zodd, as he so called himself, was swinging his feet in his chair, his tail swaying left and right to the melody of the music he could hear within. What he was doing in Mock Town was a mystery to all but him, but he was on a sort of a manhunt, taking a break in his search to find time to have some fun. A life without pleasure wasn't a life Zodd would enjoy living, and such he made sure to make time for himself to have a grand ol adventure between his work hours.
Zodd's been working too hard, he has. Can't wait to get home and have some fun with those Fishmen I grabbed from that Slave Trader.
Not the type to mince his words, or even care who could hear him, Zodd continued to enjoy himself. He'd remain at the bar filling himself with more food and more liquor. Zodd lived like the day was his last, and he didn't care who was there to witness it.