Wasn't able to get around to proof reading all of the bio, which is overly long as it was last time I showed it.
Name: Fezz Scordato (Belmonte)
Class: Mage Trainee -> Monk -> Holy Guard
Character Specific Skill: Wrath
Affinity:
Personal Fault: Left Behind: If this unit isn't within three spaces of an ally, -1 MOV
Personal Skill: Bloodied Focus: If this unit is below half max HP, +10 critical
Preferred stats: SKL, MAG
Weapon profs: Anima (E)
Level: 1 (0/100)
Total Level: 1
Progression spent: 330/330%
HP: 17 (60%)
STR: 2 (00%)
MAG: 5 (70%)
SKL: 4 (60%)
CON: 5 (-)
AID: 4 (-)
LCK: 2 (10%)
DEF: 0 (30%)
RES: 3 (30%)
SPD: 6 (70%)
MOV: 5 (-)
Inventory:
Name Type () RNG MT WT CR Hit QL
Fire Fire E 1-2 4 7 0 90 40
Vulnerary (3/3)
Bio:
Short:
Born of Belmonte family with Leopoldo, given to the wandering eccentric scholar/story teller/part-time merchant/collector/historian Alberto Scordato. Gave Fezz both his name and his first book, a book on fire magic, while Fezz was a kid, thinking he didn't possess any talent in such things such as himself. Grew up wandering with foster father learning the tricks of the trade of being a scholar. Discovered talent for magic, Alberto kept it a secret and taught him what he knew, although that was nothing more than theories from old books as he himself didn't have a spark of magic in him, so it was more being self taught with help from books and theory. When he turned twenty or so he was informed he had a twin brother and that he was adopted, he took it well.
Long:
Fezz was a child born to a family, as are all children (barring strange and/or possibly horrible rituals), however his birth was not a lonely one. Indeed, for he in fact was not even the first to be born and instead his followed another, a man who would be known as Leopoldo. When they were born their family fretted as to how they would put food on the table naturally, not being one of excess wealth or prestige, and they sought many an option to perhaps aid their ailing monetary condition. However life is a quirky thing, as it was not them who found their solution, but rather it who found them, an eccentric solution going by the name of Alberto Scordato.
He was known as a freelance scholar, often looking at the various ruins for myths and legends, history and artifacts of times long past to share what he learned with other scholars (and hoard such knowledge for possible profit or bragging rights, as is typical, if lesser talked about, concerning scholars), and also to score a few free drinks at the pub from a rousing story or two that are sometimes (always) embellished every now and again. He was largely left to his own devices by society, him being a strange man who collected books, knick-nacks, and strange stones found in the various ruins he ventured in although he was free to share such treasures for a (often overembellished and much too high) price. Strangely, Alberto didn't have a spark of magic in him as do the majority of notable scholars and sages, the man couldn't activate anything magical even if he wanted to but that often suited him well enough as the stories of a bumbling historian accidentally activating something magical (which is almost always dangerous) in ruins have now almost become passe in story telling circles. The man himself was more often than not content with simply reading and learning about old ways than actually practicing any of it, although that isn't to say that Alberto has never attempted nor done heavy research on the subject. However such was done in secret, non-surprisingly given the times.
One might question what this man could want given he has a job with great possibilities, a love for his career and life, but Alberto always liked to believe he was a keen man, one who likes to plan ahead. And there was one thing he didn't have that he was aware he needed: a heir. No one to pass on his knowledge, his books, his collections, his stories, his wit and skill. Alberto simply didn't know what to do, his life was one of the road and he is not one for settling down, and he felt that for a proper heir such grooming must be done as early as possible, the man was simply at a lack of answers. Until he heard about the Belmonte family's problems in passing one day. He cannot profess much knowledge of them, knowing little more than names and faces, but Alberto konws an opportunity when he sees one. So he made them an offer, if they were to give him a child, a heir, an apprentice, he would raise the boy well and make him something for them to be proud of. The family deliberated on the issue, not wanting to see a child of theirs go but at the same time not knowing how ends will be met if they were to keep both. Both of them knew of Alberto, having heard of his travels and his expertise, they knew that while odd at times he would give their child a good home. After much thought and deliberation they decided and the youngest of the two was to be given to the man.
Alberto bid the family good fortunes and moved on with the child in tow, happy that the exchange went off so well. However the man rightly deemed the child needed a new name for his new family, for this was a new beginning for the lad. Looking through his collection for inspiration, Alberto came across a peculiar and old book, a partially water damaged book of magic. Written inside the hard cover in old, faded ink were the words "Property of Fezz--" with the rest of the name simply too smudged and smeared to be legible. It was a decent enough name the man decided, and so the lad came to be known as Fezz, and while normal children might receive a stuffed toy of an animal or human while a child, young Fezz was given a book.
While Fezz grew, Alberto taught him what he knew, took him to ruins, told him stories of times long past, and of histories both past and present. As Fezz grew, so did his knowledge, and as Fezz grew, the more Alberto considered him a son than a heir. Fezz was always the appreciative student, wanting to learn all that he can, and in his mind growing up he had a good childhood. Except for that one incident he was lost, alone in a dark ruin for a full day before Alberto finally found him. Although how he found him was the important part, for Fezz was against the corner of a wall, entranced by a small flame that did reside in his hands, nothing more than a match sized fire but it was enough to fight off the darkness.
The eccentric scholar knew what this meant. He didn't think anything by giving the small child that book long ago, thinking it nothing more than perhaps an interesting read or a fascinating object for the small child, but as the child was taught to read and write, he read and read. He tried before to attempt the things in the book, but always nothing happened to where he almost started to believe it was nothing but a fairy tale, until that day in the dark where he wanted nothing more than a little light in the dark. The scholar, knowing that such things are forbidden, hid the child's talent and taught him in secret what he knew. Although that wasn't much, his only knowledge on the subject old musty books from libraries he's managed to recover from ruins, theories from ancient books.
So to say that Fezz was formally taught, isn't quite right. It was more he taught himself how to actually do it, with the help of the said books and the lectures from the scholar Scordato, his foster father. Later, when he was consider of the right age to know such, Alberto told Fezz the truth on how he came to be with him. How he was adopted from the Belmonte family, how he wasn't really his father, and how he actually had a twin brother somewhere. Fezz took this well, all things considered, considering that growing up with Scordato as his father was the best way things could of progressed in his mind, considering him more of a father than anything else.