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Character for the fantasy/ttrpg based

Basic
Name: Delancy Miki
Age: 23
Birthday: May 5th
Height/Weight: 5’7” // Rude......
Gender: Male
Race: Half elf, half human
Class: Priest
Branch: Druid
Level: 1

Backstory
Family:
      Mahiro Miki ( Father | Human | Good relationship. They butt heads often but in a spirited way. Respects his father more than he respects most people. Taught him the meaning of the word patience, often uses the
excuse that it took years and years to convince his mother to marry him, and that that is what true patience is. The patience of a man in love knows no time and no bounds. A wise man that Delancy will always cherish. )
      Livia ( Mother | Elf | Good relationship. A feisty woman who holds no bars and takes back for no one. Born into the world of magic, much like her son after her, Livia has always been the kind of person--elf--to teach that devotion to the gods is important to all beings, and that you should cherish the world around you. Delancy holds her in high regards, the strongest woman he has ever met both in brawn and in spirit. )
Homeland:
      Aiola
Deities:
      Pisionice
Alignment:
      Chaotic Good
Personality:
Patient , Reliable , Loving , Persistent , Witty ( sometimes )
Secure , Self - Indulgent , Superficial , Devout
Resentful , Inflexible , Greedy , Jealous
Del has struggled with the idea of resentment and jealousy his entire life, mimicking the volatility of the nature that he so readily tries to command. Striving to be the best he could be, and do everything in his power to best those around him. An innate nature inside of him just cannot stand being second best at what he does--being looked down on is like a crime in it’s own right. He must be The Best even if it comes down to something as simple as ‘protecting someone’ from ‘something’. The most ambiguous things can result him Del throwing himself into a fit of fury spurred on by his jealous nature. This is something that even rears its ugly head in regards to how he presents himself. Vain and superficial, he does what he can on the road to even outshine in a physical sense, adorning himself with fineries that he obviously can’t afford and probably stole from someone else on his way around the bushwhacking trail. Beauty might be in the eye of the beholder but it better be beholding him. He’ll let it slide sometimes though, such as in the eyes of the gods, and goddesses that have ruled the land. He will never be as beautiful and powerful as them, and concedes to this.

It is not impossible to get on Delancy’s good side; and what a good side it is. Those whom he considers to be friends, companions, or even sometimes to an extent coworkers, will come to find Del can be a patient, loving individual. At least in his eyes. He has a throbbing broken heart and tends to be kind of a sad sap. Reaching out to help those in need ( because he is, after all, here to help. He will be the best helper for you, obviously. ) when he can and striving to listen. Lesser people have problems after all, and often need that help. Who is he to cast a blind eye to them? If someone approaches him, he will do his best to listen to them, and give back. Persistently determining whether or not you are finished talking to him yet, if he doesn’t think the conversation is actually over, expect him to follow you around, waiting for you to continue.
History:
Delancy’s story starts much before his birth, with great battles and sacrifices made for the well being of not only him, as the future, but the souls around him, the signing of treaties and the era of peace that would soon be ushered in. However, the birth of a single soul among thousands can sometimes mean the world to two individuals in among the chaos of war, life, famine; any such hardship. And hard the times were, though not as hard as the times that had come before Livia and Mahiro, two among many that had suffered great lengths to find peace. They found peace in their home, in a small sea side village in Aiola. Their peace came in the form of a baby boy that they aptly named Delancy, his mother's choice. It meant From the elder tree grove, similar to her own; branch of the olive tree. He was told from a young age that he would rise to be as tall and great as those trees, the trees that reached for the sky always pushing. Always stretching. Rising above, up, higher and higher. It was a thought that he took to heart, something that he soon began to believe was true.

By the age of nine years old, Delancy had begun to train in magical arts, reaching towards his mother’s words and encouragements. He fully believed that he would soon become great; as great as the kings before him. As great as the trees that spanned the lands and the sea that crashed into the wide berth of the sandy bays. He trained alongside the great priests that flocked to their home. Gauging that they came to be closer to the gods, and he can’t truly blame them for his village worshiped the god Pisionice; god of seas and kings. He brought them food and bounty, granted them protection, shielded them from flood and raging storms. An idyllic land, thanks to their god, and the peaceful nature of those that lived there. It was because of these blessings, those priests that traveled to their lands would grow to teach Del.

It was also in part thanks to his mother, that Del would grow so quickly in his magical studies. She too, had been a druid before him, utilizing the world around her as her weapons and her life. It was however thanks to his father that he began training with a sword as well. The one he now carries belonged to him once; though Del was never very proficient in sword art, he tried to do his best to please both of his parents.

Used to great praises, loving family, and the sea beside him, Del continued to grow until he could grow no more. Like the great roots of the forest around him, he could only span so far until he began to feel restricted, cramped… bottling up fears and emotions he would soon explode much like those roots. Destruction took time, but it would always begin underground. Tangling and twisting into the foundations, destroying everything in it’s path until it was allowed to grow more and more, reach further to the sky. It was around this time, a time in Del’s life where he felt like he could no longer grow, that he was stagnating to the point of self destruction that a man came to him. Looking for a boat.

A boat, he had. A soul, he had. An adventure… he craved.

The man’s name was Rory.

It was on the banks of his village that their story would continue, melding into one. An adventure that would set them on a course for Girasol’s mainlands. Delancy thought it as good a place as any to begin anew, to grow and learn. He was prepared, and still, as he stands at the doors of the Heliantheas Guard, remains as prepared as he did the day he set foot on his boat to set sail to new lands.
What do they want?/Goal:
Growth, Movement. Delancy wants to move forward in his life, with every goal he reaches a new one will blossom in its wake. He wants to push more and more against the world he lives in and acquire new heights.

Flaws/Weaknesses:

Physically not very strong, despite how hard he fights. There’s a lot of clothing to cover this as a truth.
Weak wrists
A terrible cook
Everything, he is terrible and flawed don’t pay attention to him.

Likes:
Winning.
Magic
Red Pandas ( bury him in them )
Fruit juice
Hair ( your hair, his hair, who cares it’s great. )
Winning!!!
When food appears in front of him when he’s hungry
Probably not you, but at the same time sort of you
That shiny thing you left on the counter can he have it
His sword

Dislikes:

Being looked down on
The preconceived notion of what constitutes as weak
Stagnation
Frustration
Rats
Silver ( it’s tacky and kitschy you look like a damn fool. )
Archery ( Can’t do it, it doesn’t exist, he’d rather burn. )
Existential Suffering

Relationships/Bonds:

Rory: ( Wood Elf | Ranger | ???? ) ★★★☆☆
Their relationship is a tumultuous one at best, but Delancy holds him in semi high regards, depending on the day. After approaching his village in search of a boat to travel to the mainlands of Girasol, Delancy offered up a vessel that was in his family for many years. It was because of this, that he was allowed to join in Rory’s adventures. Though, he of course, failed to see the point in Del tagging along with him, it was a futile effort to get him not to. They traveled together to get to Girasol’s mainland, and eventually joining the guild seemed like as good an option as any.

Delancy is fond of how stupid he thinks Rory is, even if it’s not the truth. His judgement has been clouded ever since Rory got his name wrong many times.

Stats:

Health: 30
Attack: 20
Speed: 10
Defense: 10
Divinity: 30

Abilities or Spells:

Pisionice's Bounty

Pisionice's Bounty is a move that allows Delancy to harness the power of the ocean for a very limited amount of time. That is to say he can control the water near him to be at his disposal. Can take on the form of a weapon ( usually a spear ) if more energy is used. Cannot form into ice.

    x3 more useful when used near the sea; super effective against fire creatures
    2 uses daily/resets after a long period of rest
    Not usable unless there is water near him.
    20ft radius;

Endurance Blessing

Endurance is an ability that creates a field of protection around Delancy, adding an additional armor/defense bonus to his base stat.
    Gives -1 penalty to enemy attacks. (+ damage modifier?)
    Lasts for only two minutes in battle.
    1 use daily/after a long period of rest
    Can only be used on him

Kings Flair

Kings Flair is an ability that stuns opponents with a light casting, or a golden glow that emanates from his staff. Dazzling or blinding the opponent for a short period of time.
    Gives a -1 penalty to enemy attacks. -1 penalty to enemy perception.
    30ft radius
    Can be used up to 4 times daily; 2 minute cool down period between uses.
Weapons:
Nature itself / Magic / staff
    The staff is knotted and knobbled made from the wood of an elder tree; reflects the light of the sea with blue gems dotted on the inside.
    The knots often look like the shape of waves crashing in on one another in a swirling mass at the bulb of the staff.
Sword
    A sword given to him by his father.
Equipment and Items:

Wrist brace
Hairpins
Staff
Sword
Misc facts:

Definitely stole a good amount of his accessories. (But not the hairpins. Those are a family thing. As for the rest, well… who knows. )
Claims up and down that he is not and never will be a thief. “They were just lying there. Being unused. It was a pity.
Music Soothes Him
Really good at making chicken noises for some reason
If he’s not good at something it simply does not exist. Cooking? What do you mean food doesn't just appear in front of him when he’s hungry?
Really bad at thanking anyone for anything, uses really vague terms instead of thank you
He can tolerate you being better than him at something as long as you compliment him on the thing. He’ll cry about it later.
That sword is more often used as a shield than an actual sword; not that he would ever tell you that. It’s primarily a defensive measure, he refuses to become a hinderance and need protecting.
Companion:

Give him a red panda please.

RP example:

"That's stupid."

Delancy took a few steps towards the figure, waving his hands around in an air of superiority. He couldn't believe what he had just heard come out of this fool's mouth. They had meant it too, as far as he could tell. Heels clicking against the concrete floor, specks of dirt and dust crackling under foot, he closed in further on them.

"I mean honestly, don't you know what letters are? How old are you?" Hands now tucked firmly against his arms, crossed tightly over his chest. What a buffoon; a moron. "That's obviously a C. Not an E. You call yourself a ranger but you can't even read."

There was a smile curling on his lips. A joke? No he was dead serious; this man was an absolute travesty, a sham, potentially even a fraud. Despite that, he wouldn't want to be on the other side of his bow.

Description

Character for the fantasy/ttrpg based

Basic
Name: Delancy Miki
Age: 23
Birthday: May 5th
Height/Weight: 5’7” // Rude......
Gender: Male
Race: Half elf, half human
Class: Priest
Branch: Druid
Level: 1

Backstory
Family:
      Mahiro Miki ( Father | Human | Good relationship. They butt heads often but in a spirited way. Respects his father more than he respects most people. Taught him the meaning of the word patience, often uses the
excuse that it took years and years to convince his mother to marry him, and that that is what true patience is. The patience of a man in love knows no time and no bounds. A wise man that Delancy will always cherish. )
      Livia ( Mother | Elf | Good relationship. A feisty woman who holds no bars and takes back for no one. Born into the world of magic, much like her son after her, Livia has always been the kind of person--elf--to teach that devotion to the gods is important to all beings, and that you should cherish the world around you. Delancy holds her in high regards, the strongest woman he has ever met both in brawn and in spirit. )
Homeland:
      Aiola
Deities:
      Pisionice
Alignment:
      Chaotic Good
Personality:
Patient , Reliable , Loving , Persistent , Witty ( sometimes )
Secure , Self - Indulgent , Superficial , Devout
Resentful , Inflexible , Greedy , Jealous
Del has struggled with the idea of resentment and jealousy his entire life, mimicking the volatility of the nature that he so readily tries to command. Striving to be the best he could be, and do everything in his power to best those around him. An innate nature inside of him just cannot stand being second best at what he does--being looked down on is like a crime in it’s own right. He must be The Best even if it comes down to something as simple as ‘protecting someone’ from ‘something’. The most ambiguous things can result him Del throwing himself into a fit of fury spurred on by his jealous nature. This is something that even rears its ugly head in regards to how he presents himself. Vain and superficial, he does what he can on the road to even outshine in a physical sense, adorning himself with fineries that he obviously can’t afford and probably stole from someone else on his way around the bushwhacking trail. Beauty might be in the eye of the beholder but it better be beholding him. He’ll let it slide sometimes though, such as in the eyes of the gods, and goddesses that have ruled the land. He will never be as beautiful and powerful as them, and concedes to this.

It is not impossible to get on Delancy’s good side; and what a good side it is. Those whom he considers to be friends, companions, or even sometimes to an extent coworkers, will come to find Del can be a patient, loving individual. At least in his eyes. He has a throbbing broken heart and tends to be kind of a sad sap. Reaching out to help those in need ( because he is, after all, here to help. He will be the best helper for you, obviously. ) when he can and striving to listen. Lesser people have problems after all, and often need that help. Who is he to cast a blind eye to them? If someone approaches him, he will do his best to listen to them, and give back. Persistently determining whether or not you are finished talking to him yet, if he doesn’t think the conversation is actually over, expect him to follow you around, waiting for you to continue.
History:
Delancy’s story starts much before his birth, with great battles and sacrifices made for the well being of not only him, as the future, but the souls around him, the signing of treaties and the era of peace that would soon be ushered in. However, the birth of a single soul among thousands can sometimes mean the world to two individuals in among the chaos of war, life, famine; any such hardship. And hard the times were, though not as hard as the times that had come before Livia and Mahiro, two among many that had suffered great lengths to find peace. They found peace in their home, in a small sea side village in Aiola. Their peace came in the form of a baby boy that they aptly named Delancy, his mother's choice. It meant From the elder tree grove, similar to her own; branch of the olive tree. He was told from a young age that he would rise to be as tall and great as those trees, the trees that reached for the sky always pushing. Always stretching. Rising above, up, higher and higher. It was a thought that he took to heart, something that he soon began to believe was true.

By the age of nine years old, Delancy had begun to train in magical arts, reaching towards his mother’s words and encouragements. He fully believed that he would soon become great; as great as the kings before him. As great as the trees that spanned the lands and the sea that crashed into the wide berth of the sandy bays. He trained alongside the great priests that flocked to their home. Gauging that they came to be closer to the gods, and he can’t truly blame them for his village worshiped the god Pisionice; god of seas and kings. He brought them food and bounty, granted them protection, shielded them from flood and raging storms. An idyllic land, thanks to their god, and the peaceful nature of those that lived there. It was because of these blessings, those priests that traveled to their lands would grow to teach Del.

It was also in part thanks to his mother, that Del would grow so quickly in his magical studies. She too, had been a druid before him, utilizing the world around her as her weapons and her life. It was however thanks to his father that he began training with a sword as well. The one he now carries belonged to him once; though Del was never very proficient in sword art, he tried to do his best to please both of his parents.

Used to great praises, loving family, and the sea beside him, Del continued to grow until he could grow no more. Like the great roots of the forest around him, he could only span so far until he began to feel restricted, cramped… bottling up fears and emotions he would soon explode much like those roots. Destruction took time, but it would always begin underground. Tangling and twisting into the foundations, destroying everything in it’s path until it was allowed to grow more and more, reach further to the sky. It was around this time, a time in Del’s life where he felt like he could no longer grow, that he was stagnating to the point of self destruction that a man came to him. Looking for a boat.

A boat, he had. A soul, he had. An adventure… he craved.

The man’s name was Rory.

It was on the banks of his village that their story would continue, melding into one. An adventure that would set them on a course for Girasol’s mainlands. Delancy thought it as good a place as any to begin anew, to grow and learn. He was prepared, and still, as he stands at the doors of the Heliantheas Guard, remains as prepared as he did the day he set foot on his boat to set sail to new lands.
What do they want?/Goal:
Growth, Movement. Delancy wants to move forward in his life, with every goal he reaches a new one will blossom in its wake. He wants to push more and more against the world he lives in and acquire new heights.

Flaws/Weaknesses:

Physically not very strong, despite how hard he fights. There’s a lot of clothing to cover this as a truth.
Weak wrists
A terrible cook
Everything, he is terrible and flawed don’t pay attention to him.

Likes:
Winning.
Magic
Red Pandas ( bury him in them )
Fruit juice
Hair ( your hair, his hair, who cares it’s great. )
Winning!!!
When food appears in front of him when he’s hungry
Probably not you, but at the same time sort of you
That shiny thing you left on the counter can he have it
His sword

Dislikes:

Being looked down on
The preconceived notion of what constitutes as weak
Stagnation
Frustration
Rats
Silver ( it’s tacky and kitschy you look like a damn fool. )
Archery ( Can’t do it, it doesn’t exist, he’d rather burn. )
Existential Suffering

Relationships/Bonds:

Rory: ( Wood Elf | Ranger | ???? ) ★★★☆☆
Their relationship is a tumultuous one at best, but Delancy holds him in semi high regards, depending on the day. After approaching his village in search of a boat to travel to the mainlands of Girasol, Delancy offered up a vessel that was in his family for many years. It was because of this, that he was allowed to join in Rory’s adventures. Though, he of course, failed to see the point in Del tagging along with him, it was a futile effort to get him not to. They traveled together to get to Girasol’s mainland, and eventually joining the guild seemed like as good an option as any.

Delancy is fond of how stupid he thinks Rory is, even if it’s not the truth. His judgement has been clouded ever since Rory got his name wrong many times.

Stats:

Health: 30
Attack: 20
Speed: 10
Defense: 10
Divinity: 30

Abilities or Spells:

Pisionice's Bounty

Pisionice's Bounty is a move that allows Delancy to harness the power of the ocean for a very limited amount of time. That is to say he can control the water near him to be at his disposal. Can take on the form of a weapon ( usually a spear ) if more energy is used. Cannot form into ice.

    x3 more useful when used near the sea; super effective against fire creatures
    2 uses daily/resets after a long period of rest
    Not usable unless there is water near him.
    20ft radius;

Endurance Blessing

Endurance is an ability that creates a field of protection around Delancy, adding an additional armor/defense bonus to his base stat.
    Gives -1 penalty to enemy attacks. (+ damage modifier?)
    Lasts for only two minutes in battle.
    1 use daily/after a long period of rest
    Can only be used on him

Kings Flair

Kings Flair is an ability that stuns opponents with a light casting, or a golden glow that emanates from his staff. Dazzling or blinding the opponent for a short period of time.
    Gives a -1 penalty to enemy attacks. -1 penalty to enemy perception.
    30ft radius
    Can be used up to 4 times daily; 2 minute cool down period between uses.
Weapons:
Nature itself / Magic / staff
    The staff is knotted and knobbled made from the wood of an elder tree; reflects the light of the sea with blue gems dotted on the inside.
    The knots often look like the shape of waves crashing in on one another in a swirling mass at the bulb of the staff.
Sword
    A sword given to him by his father.
Equipment and Items:

Wrist brace
Hairpins
Staff
Sword
Misc facts:

Definitely stole a good amount of his accessories. (But not the hairpins. Those are a family thing. As for the rest, well… who knows. )
Claims up and down that he is not and never will be a thief. “They were just lying there. Being unused. It was a pity.
Music Soothes Him
Really good at making chicken noises for some reason
If he’s not good at something it simply does not exist. Cooking? What do you mean food doesn't just appear in front of him when he’s hungry?
Really bad at thanking anyone for anything, uses really vague terms instead of thank you
He can tolerate you being better than him at something as long as you compliment him on the thing. He’ll cry about it later.
That sword is more often used as a shield than an actual sword; not that he would ever tell you that. It’s primarily a defensive measure, he refuses to become a hinderance and need protecting.
Companion:

Give him a red panda please.

RP example:

"That's stupid."

Delancy took a few steps towards the figure, waving his hands around in an air of superiority. He couldn't believe what he had just heard come out of this fool's mouth. They had meant it too, as far as he could tell. Heels clicking against the concrete floor, specks of dirt and dust crackling under foot, he closed in further on them.

"I mean honestly, don't you know what letters are? How old are you?" Hands now tucked firmly against his arms, crossed tightly over his chest. What a buffoon; a moron. "That's obviously a C. Not an E. You call yourself a ranger but you can't even read."

There was a smile curling on his lips. A joke? No he was dead serious; this man was an absolute travesty, a sham, potentially even a fraud. Despite that, he wouldn't want to be on the other side of his bow.