Name: Tomomi (智実) Mori
Mug:
Sprite:
Class: Thief trainee (Way of the Nerd) -> Outlaw (Way of the Engineer) -> Vigilante (Way of the Inventor)
Character Skill: Provoke
Affinity: (leave this blank until I give you choices)
Personal Fault: Tears in his eyes: -15 Hit when Tomomi is below 50% HP
Personal Skills: Panic Attack: +10 Crit when Tomomi is below 50% HP
Punching bag: +10 Hit and Evade during attacks affected by Provoke
Revenge of the Nerds: Gains +2 DMG until Tomomi’s next turn after an ally is reduced to 0 HP.
Preferred Stats: Speed, Luck
Weapon Profs: Hidden (E)
Iron Knife (Hand Buzzer)
Total Level:1
Level:1
HP: 16 (40%)
STR: 4 (70%)
MAG: 0 (0%)
SKL: 4 (+2) (70%)
LCK: 4 (60%)
DEF: 1 (10%)
RES: 1 (10%)
SPD: 4 (+2) (70%)
CON: 4 (+Bonus)
AID: 3
MOV: 5
Bio: Tomomi was always a quiet child and a loner besides. He had one childhood friend in his days of early schooling but his parents landed jobs in the growing tech industry and they had to move away. It could be said he never recovered from this loss, as he quickly gave up people for learning about the fantastic contraptions his parents would take home. However, as he grew up the trade offs became obvious, becoming a target of bullying from his peers. He ignored them, some small part of himself even thought he deserved it, believed he was a freak and a weirdo. This persisted even into his third of high school, the only relief he got was when he started to fall in with the delinquents by chance and his growing reputation as a wiz kid with pretty much any piece of engineering or technology, even among the other nerds. It didn’t stop the bullying but most delinquents recognized his use as an asset rather than a target, which was fine by Tomomi. This is likely why he managed to hear through the grapevine that the legendary Souban of Kishibe High was looking for a group to train a new group of delinquents. In an uncharacteristic show of will, Tomomi went to the Souban. He intended to show off some of his more “Offensively oriented” inventions but in his nervousness he spilled his bag, breaking most of them. Desperately trying to save some face he grabbed the apparent sole survivor, his “Hand Buzzer” but between the tears of embarrassment and his haste to show some worth put it on backwards shocking himself. Tomomi, of course, was embarrassed to such an extent that the only comparison would be the time his clothes got stolen when changing for gym class and he had to wear a woman’s uniform for the day. He tried to escape with the tatters of his dignity but the Souban stopped him, and said he could join.