**Name**: Daethwin Riesston
**Class**: Performer Trainee -> Bard -> Lore Master
**Character Specific Skill**: Charisma
**Affinity**: Ice
**Personal Fault**: You don't know the things I've seen: If the character is suffering a status ailment, +2 Damage per Round
**Personal Skill**: Amicable: If the character is within three spaces of an allied unit, +10 Allied Hit/Evasion
**Preferred stats**: LCK, SPD
**Weapon profs**: --
**Level**: 1 (0/100)
**Total Level**: 1
**Progression spent**: 330/330%
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||Stat||Points||Progression||
||HP||15||60%||
||STR||2||0%||
||MAG||2||60%||
||SKL||2||40%||
||CON||3|| - ||
||AID||2|| - ||
||LCK||5||60%||
||DEF||1||30%||
||RES||3||30%||
||SPD||5||50%||
||MOV||4|| - ||
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**Inventory**
||Name||Type||Rank||RNG||MT||WT||CR||Hit||QL||
||Vulnerary||Item||-||1||-||-||-||-||3/3||
**Battle Stats**
||Weapon||AT||Hit||AS||Eva||Crt||DG||
||Unarmed||2||7||5||15||1||5||
Bio: Born in Maskep, Daethwin did not want to learn music when he was little. He wanted to be a knight. His parents, upper-middle class and rather well-known, were mildly embarrassed by their son's violent tendencies, and made him learn to play several instruments. As he grew older, his
obsession with honor and battle transformed to an ever-present lust for knowledge. His parents were much relieved when they learned this, and were glad to support his new addiction, though he still had little taste for music.
When he was around fourteen, however, he came back from the scholar who had been tutoring him on ancient cultures to find the house ablaze. A bakery a few blocks over had caught on fire, and the flames had spread too quickly for anything to be done about it. Dozens died, including
his father and little sister. His mother was badly scarred, and his life turned to caring for her. To make her happy, he learned music, and played it for her to try and soothe her pain. His lust for knowledge did not die down, but it was suppressed for the moment.
Finally, seven years later, she died. He was not heartbroken, as one would expect, but simply accepting. He knew it would happen. After mourning, he decided to turn his mind to other things. Daethwin became a travelling scholar, absorbing information whenever he could and delving
into dangerous places for the sake of learning. He had no qualms about sharing this knowledge, or about defending himself to the best of his ability when beset by thugs and bandits.
At a certain point, he tried dancing, and fell in love with it. The movements and music that went with it spoke to him, and he enjoyed almost every kind of dancing.
However, treasure-seeking is unreliable for getting one's meal, and so he had to try other ways to support his way of life. For a few months, he was a musician in the streets, but the donations have petered out, after a devastating bout of sickness kept him from working for a week. So, now
he's decided to be a mercenary, keeping the members entertained for the gold to learn when and what he can. The last month he's been gone, though joined up, as he'd used the money he'd saved to go on an expedition into an ancient set of tombs. He was the only one to come out alive,
and still does not speak of what happened in there, though strange symbols mark his body that were not there before...
He'll probably be from Maskep then. Bard/Scholar, dontcha know.
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