Is it one for both of you guys, or just you?
What do you mean?
it didnt look like anyone changed their lvl... you had a DF stat
we usually let people use dfs in bgs if they are in the process of getting them and are pretty close to eating it
Because it being a special BG for you, doesn't make it one for them. Ok, they used their slot, but did you as well or was it just those 2?
Hhhhmmm. Lemme recall.. That's long time ago..
I think I remember now. They were level 20 and 21 that time and we agreed that they use lvl 31 so they could use bigger attacks and have deeper stamina. As for me, I was lvl 41 but needed to use lvl 50 so I wouldn't be one shot by the main villain, that included having to incorporate bat bat fruit to boost ONLY the stat but not quite use it.
Ok, I'm starting to understand it now. All of you guys used it as a special correct? Just one last question for clarification.
Yup...
sounds good
Cool! Tnx
Where are you getting the +5 in reaction from? “36+5=41”Name: Yasashī te Dō (alias)
Real Name: [Redacted] (I'm bad at creating names)
Epithets: The Monster of Camp Green
Affiliation: RevolutionariesTroubledBrother Tiger
Brother Tiger
Brother
Recruit nr. 444
Job: Covert Operative-Shaolin Monks of Bamboo Valley
-Marines (Recruit, for however long
they train recruits) Remember to
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Race: Mink (Tiger)
[Redacted] was born 23 years ago on the back of Zunisha, the giant Elephant that is carrying the Mokomo Dukedom on his back. He had a nice childhood, living in the outskirts of town with his parents, right at the edge of the jungle.
They were kind people, a capybara and a sheep mink, but they ultimately were just a tad bit boring.
Due to both of them being mild mannered herbivorous minks, they were overwhelmed by and proved unable to properly accommodate for the boundless energy of a child with the characteristics of an apex predator, and so [Redacted] at a very early age attached himself to the group of hunters that operated in the nearby jungle.
He went with them on his first hunt when he was only 4 years old and killed his first crocodile just a year later. He enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, and would soon even go on solo trips at night, when the other hunters were sleeping. On one such solo trip, he came to eavesdrop on a squad of Guardians, who were talking about the possibility of an attack from Kaido's armies. They were discussing an emergency plan to mobilize the common populace in case the combined forces of the Guardians and the Musketeers was not strong enough to fend off the attack.
[Redacted], still a small child, of course, became increasingly paranoid after hearing this. He feared that the attack was imminent, and that he (the great hunter that he thought he was) would have to personally intervene to save his country.
Two weeks later he and his best friend, the Deer Mink Kojika were doing a sleepover to hide from the full moon together, when a small crew of pirates (presumably named the "Stupid Pirates") gained access to the kingdom by climbing up zunisha's trunk and letting her lift them up when she sprayed herself with water. They had brought bazookas and other portable artillery with them and were destroying the nearby houses. [Redacted], already on edge due to the moon, immediately panicked and assumed the worst, that Kaido's forces had invaded and already overcome all defenses. He was sure that his time to fight for his country had come. He immediately went outside, determined to defeat Kaido and his men, confident that the the power of the sulong and his apex hunting skillswould suffice.
He began transforming just as Kojika ran out to stop him. He doesn't remember much after that except for her screaming his name in fear and anguish, and how invigorating it felt to rip her apart. This scream would haunt him his entire life.
After coming to his senses somewhere in he jungle and realizing what he had done, and seeing her blood on his hands, he was devastated. Not only did he kill his best friend, he enjoyed it!
He decided that a monster like himself, who could kill his best friend and even enjoy it, should not live with other people who he might harm.
So he decided to flee the country to go to a place where he wouldn't hurt anyone. After he climbed down one of Zunisha's legs, he found a small dinghy left over from the Pirates' ship, and before he could realize that it didn't even have oars, he had already drifted away.
He lived on that boat for two years, without even encountering a single island or ship. He survived (badly) by drinking rain water and eating small fish.
This time on the dinghy was the lowest point in his entire life, all alone with the thoughts about how he was a monster, how he had always been a bloodthirsty person, going out hunting just for the fun of it, and alone with that scream, his name, echoing in his head, surrounding him, accusing him, taunting him, seeming to ebb out at times, only to surge again whenever he thought back to what had happened.
It was during one of those times when it seemed to be everywhere, in the water, in the sky and on the boat that he decided he would no longer be a person like that anymore, to never again seek out the thrill of the hunt, to keep the urges, the killing instincts covered up, suppressed, and to cast off the name he once held.
But even so, he could still see Kojika's blood on her hands, and no amount of washing them in the salty water or licking them clean seemed to get rid of that image. There was just so much red on his arms, on his entire body, even. He began to use his tongue to lick the black fur of his stripes over his red fur, so he wouldn't have to see it anymore.
The boy, now nameless, began training to withstand the power of the full moon, first by looking at reflections in the water, and later by looking directly at it for short moments, and then dropping the bucket he had on his head to break the view again.
So it came that by the time his little dinghy drifted into the calm belt, he was fully immune to the influence of the moon and would gaze at it for hours. What he was nor immune to however was dehydration, and after a few weeks without rain his reserves were almost gone and he could barely keep upright.
Just before he passed out, the last thing he remembers was, though possibly just a hallucination of a delirious mind, the flutter of a green robe, and a sudden breeze.
He woke up days later in the infirmary of a small monastery. Apparently his dinghy washed ashore after a giant storm in the north.
He learned that he was in the west blue on a small island affiliated with the Kano Country. He had been so weakened by dehydration and malnourishment that even their best medicine could only barely save his life.
After two weeks in the infirmary he decided to live in the monastery, too, to use the peaceful surroundings to calm himself and to hide from the world among these monks. It was in this sanctuary of peace that he developed his own martial art, and learned the basics of bo staff combat from the Shaolin monks.
Over the span of the 14 years he spent living there he grew ever closer to the other monks after they had initially ostracized him for his mental problems and for being a Tiger (!). He had an especially close bond with Brother Shinu Unmei, with whom he regularly discussed the philosophy of violence.
Brother Unmei believed that violence, no matter how just, would invariably cause more violence and suffering. He elaborated thusly: Any act of violence causes a great fear in the populace, and this fear would in turn cause anger and hatred, which will then cause the cycle of suffering to start again.
This philosophy would later influence him greatly.
It was on one of those evenings, as they were strolling through the bamboo forest, when they heard explosions in the distance. Brother Tiger, who had heard such noises before, recoiled from the onslaught of memories assaulting his mind, while Brother Unmei, without hesitation, rushed back to the monastery to help fend of the intruders.
Once he had gotten his bearings, Brother Tiger followed him, but he arrived to late. The Bandits had already left with the food supply and some golden ornaments, and had left a sword behind, stuck in the chest of Shinu Unmei. His dying words, as he lay in Brother Tigers arms, were: "Don't avenge me, Brother! Carry me in your heart! Don't let this harden your fist against the world! Change it, by following the path of your soft hands! I will wait for you! I know you'll follow.
You deserve ..."
This was the day Brother Tiger left the other monks to change the world, taking on the name "Yasashī te Dō" so he could never stray from his path.
The story of camp green: coming soon...
Dō is, outwardly, a very calm and collected young man, always polite and kind, but ultimately rather reserved.
On the inside however, he is a very conflicted set of identities, one being Dō, who is desperately struggling to remain in control, the other being the monster, an amalgamation of all his bloodlust combined with the suppressed instincts of his sulong form.
As a result of having to hold back his own instincts so much he often seems to be very calm and collected, but inside he is a coil of anxiety.
Whenever he gets particularly stressed or anxious he starts to lick his fur, trying to cover his red fur with his black and white fur, to the point that he looks like a black tiger with red stripes.
His claws are always perfectly cut, but to him it often seems as if they are growing at an unnatural speed. He is considering keeping the clipped claws in glass jars, to measure how fast they are growing.
Whenever he is around other people, especially ones he perceives as vulnerable, he becomes accutely aware of how long his claws are, and the monsters influence gets stronger, demanding he exploit their vulnerability.
If he fears he might loose control, he gets a panic attack, goes completely limb and his fur poofs up, making him look like a stuffed animal.
He is still haunted by the scream of Kojika, and in particularly stressy situations it echoes in his head. He keeps his real name a secret, because everytime he gets reminded of it, the echoes get louder again.
He is very much opposed to any kind of violence, and would do anything to avoid unnecessary fighting.
The kinds of people Dō hates the most are those that use fear and violence to advance their own selfish needs. He hopes to one day create a society in which physical strength does not matter and the weak and strong do not have to fight each other anymore. His path to achieve that is to disrupt the current cycle of fear, hate and violence, by trying to ease the publics fear of both pirates and marines, to create a nonviolent resistance movement that might one day cure the society of it's sickness.
Despite his repressed nature he still exhibits some cat-like mannerisms, like his preference for sunny spots and apparent laziness.
His body itself is rather thin, but his thick fur gives the impression of a much thicker body, with his paws being so thickly padded that they are super squishy and almost round so that no individual fingers are distinguishable if he puts them all together.
Every colour on his body is symbolic of a part of his personality:
Red fur: Aggression, bloodlust, the blood of Kojika, Unmei and everyone at camp green
Black fur: Repression, self control, anxiety
White fur: Feline instincts
Green Clothing: calmness, serenity, Being content, happiness, the monks influence (note, its just a layer above the fur)
He wears a soft green shaolin robe with a hood that hides his face, combined with a green scarf around his mouth. He does not wear shoes.Least favourite foods:
One of the first foodstuffs he got after waking up in the infirmary was a bottle of milk that the young Brother Unmei brought him. As all tigers are lactose intolerant, his malnourished and scurvy body did not take kindly to this percieved threat, and ever since he has been deadly afraid of milk.
He did however hear that Master Nekomamushi regularly consumed cheese made from platypus milk in his lasagna, so he is positively curious to try itFavourite Foods: Fish-Veggie Stew, OrangesHe fears that indulging too much in the taste of meat might awaken his hunting instincts, and therefore is mostly a pescetarian.
Least favourite colour: Red
Favourite colour: Green
Favourite flower: Lotus-The plushy thing. Like Hobbes from Calvin & Hobbes
-He has problems knocking on doors. The monastery didn't have proper doors, and whenever he tries knocking he accidentally uses his Martial Art abilities and blows the door wide open.
- The universe seems hell-bent on forcing him to travel in a small dinghy wherever he is going, much to his dismay.
Pending approval
Not Final
Level 25 ->125 Points
+2x4 Str +2x4 Speed +2 Mind Mink Bonus
Strength: 13 +8 = 21
Speed: 26 +8 = 34 -> 68 subpoints
-Movement: 32
-Reaction: 36 +5=41
Vitality: 17 -> 34 subpoints
-Durability: 13
-Stamina: 21
Mind: 43 +2=45 -> 90 subpoints
-Music: 45
-Navigation: 24
-Science: 21
Martial Arts: 26 -> 52 subpoints
-SoftPaw Style: 41 (damage based on (Mind+Strength)/2 -> 45+21/2=33)
-Weapon: Bo Staff: 11
He has a three piece bo staff.
Mind i assume
Send some this way
41 mind should give +5, right?
Gm schooled by a rookie
I see great things in that one@Magimasterkarp is the chosen one
People have a hard time not saying their name over and over in narration... like xatch did this xatch toght that, blocking then striking xatch blank... i try my best to describe myself 4-5 ways... the pirate did this, barebones thought that, string from his back foot the vice captain.... the big skeleton blank...
You right on the money with that one. Maybe I should read more books to learn how to describe better
