Guppy Franz
Guppy was here!
Winters
Theme:
Rp'er Name:
Guppy Franz
Post Frequency:
Can post pretty often, sometimes more than 1 or 2 times a day if in the right mood.
Discord Name:
Guppy Franz#0603
Current RP:
Still to be decided!
Goals:
To simply survive and earn enough to not starve to death. Past that, Winter hopes to find his place in this new world and perhaps a new purpose for his new life, be it for better or worse.
Equipped Titles:
Human
Height:
5'11ft
Weight:
185lbs
Backstory:
Winter's previous life was less than... pleasant to say. Born to a small and rather financially crippled family, Winter became quickly familiar with struggle, forced to mature fast at a young age seeing as how his parents offered little support or comfort for their two children. There were never many people in his life he could depend on other than his older brother who had been the only one to truly give a damn about him. Though the two squabbled and bickered often, both knew the other would always be by their side through thick and thin. This fact made both brothers appreciate one another, especially with the type of environment the two of them lived in, it made knowing they had a partner in crime to depend on even more valuable.
Winter grew up in a very rough neighborhood, though "rough" would be a much lighter and more polite term to use than he would. Surrounding both him and his brother on a daily basis was less than a cesspool of crime and corruption. Gangs scratching and clawing against one another for supremacy and territory, drugs being dealt on the corners or moved through streets, and police raids or patrols an almost everyday occurrence. Though a place like this was no place for a child to live, Winter and his brother adapted and survived by some miracle. Both would sleep more on the streets or in abandoned houses than they would in their own home. Their parents didn't seem to mind that, in fact, it seemed to be of great convenience to them to have two fewer burdens around the house. Winter never hated them for that, he preferred to be away from them as well and stay by his brother's side.
As the two grew up together on the streets, both brothers would soon fall into the wrong side of the law, taking on jobs offered by shady individuals. Winter would become a sort of transporter of packages, dropping off or picking up whatever he was instructed to move. He became accustomed to moving through the streets, becoming more familiar with his routes and growing swifter on his feet to complete his task in a timely matter. He earned enough to keep his head above water, but it was his brother who brought in more money with the jobs offered to him. Though Winter never knew what it was his brother exactly did, he never questioned it, keeping to his own business and trusting his brother to not do anything stupid.
After some years of working on the streets, the day finally came when Winter was offered a high-paying job by an anonymous employer. It was a red flag job, seeming too good to be true, but with the amount of money offered to take up the task, Winter couldn't ignore the opportunity. This would be the job to set him and his brother up with the good life, it was his turn to shine amongst the two of them. His instructions were clear, go to the drop off sight, pick up the package, and bring it to a nameless goon outside of town. Simple. Or at least it was supposed to be. Finding the package was easy, but as he secured the package he would hear the dreaded clicking of a gun behind him. His instincts to run kicked in fast, but it wouldn't save him before three ear-piercing shots echoed in the dark alleyway.
The next thing Winter knew he was face down on the garbage-ridden pavement, his body growing colder by the second and his limbs too heavy to move. The world around him was deaf to his ears and already his vision was growing blurry. As he could feel his end coming, he was pushed over onto his back to stare up into the seemingly endless void of darkness that hung over him. Though as his struggling gaze wandered over to his side he would see a hooded figure standing above him, their face obscured by the darkness. Winter would never see the face of his killer, but for some odd reason, he heard a familiar voice crying out his name. His killer dropped their gun and fell to their knees, shaking him frantically, that muffled familiar voice closer, but quickly fading. It was odd, his mind was void of any thought, just silence. Before he could make sense of it, he drew his final breath and sunk into the dark void above him.
Winter's previous life was less than... pleasant to say. Born to a small and rather financially crippled family, Winter became quickly familiar with struggle, forced to mature fast at a young age seeing as how his parents offered little support or comfort for their two children. There were never many people in his life he could depend on other than his older brother who had been the only one to truly give a damn about him. Though the two squabbled and bickered often, both knew the other would always be by their side through thick and thin. This fact made both brothers appreciate one another, especially with the type of environment the two of them lived in, it made knowing they had a partner in crime to depend on even more valuable.
Winter grew up in a very rough neighborhood, though "rough" would be a much lighter and more polite term to use than he would. Surrounding both him and his brother on a daily basis was less than a cesspool of crime and corruption. Gangs scratching and clawing against one another for supremacy and territory, drugs being dealt on the corners or moved through streets, and police raids or patrols an almost everyday occurrence. Though a place like this was no place for a child to live, Winter and his brother adapted and survived by some miracle. Both would sleep more on the streets or in abandoned houses than they would in their own home. Their parents didn't seem to mind that, in fact, it seemed to be of great convenience to them to have two fewer burdens around the house. Winter never hated them for that, he preferred to be away from them as well and stay by his brother's side.
As the two grew up together on the streets, both brothers would soon fall into the wrong side of the law, taking on jobs offered by shady individuals. Winter would become a sort of transporter of packages, dropping off or picking up whatever he was instructed to move. He became accustomed to moving through the streets, becoming more familiar with his routes and growing swifter on his feet to complete his task in a timely matter. He earned enough to keep his head above water, but it was his brother who brought in more money with the jobs offered to him. Though Winter never knew what it was his brother exactly did, he never questioned it, keeping to his own business and trusting his brother to not do anything stupid.
After some years of working on the streets, the day finally came when Winter was offered a high-paying job by an anonymous employer. It was a red flag job, seeming too good to be true, but with the amount of money offered to take up the task, Winter couldn't ignore the opportunity. This would be the job to set him and his brother up with the good life, it was his turn to shine amongst the two of them. His instructions were clear, go to the drop off sight, pick up the package, and bring it to a nameless goon outside of town. Simple. Or at least it was supposed to be. Finding the package was easy, but as he secured the package he would hear the dreaded clicking of a gun behind him. His instincts to run kicked in fast, but it wouldn't save him before three ear-piercing shots echoed in the dark alleyway.
The next thing Winter knew he was face down on the garbage-ridden pavement, his body growing colder by the second and his limbs too heavy to move. The world around him was deaf to his ears and already his vision was growing blurry. As he could feel his end coming, he was pushed over onto his back to stare up into the seemingly endless void of darkness that hung over him. Though as his struggling gaze wandered over to his side he would see a hooded figure standing above him, their face obscured by the darkness. Winter would never see the face of his killer, but for some odd reason, he heard a familiar voice crying out his name. His killer dropped their gun and fell to their knees, shaking him frantically, that muffled familiar voice closer, but quickly fading. It was odd, his mind was void of any thought, just silence. Before he could make sense of it, he drew his final breath and sunk into the dark void above him.
Current Life:
It was a strange and confusing adjustment at first, waking up on the outskirts of a small village located in the countryside and coming across beings of different races. Winters truly thought he was high at first, simply sitting in the village square for hours in silence as he observed this new world surrounding him. It garnered him a few strange looks from the townsfolk as they caught a glimpse of his shocked and awed expression, but he paid little attention to them, waiting for whatever drug he was on to wear off. As the sun finally began to set though it became painfully clear this was no hallucination. Winters couldn't recall how he ended up here, his mind foggy of any memory prior to his arrival, but he'd have little time to figure it out before the rumbling of his stomach interrupted his racing thoughts. Deciding that sitting around would do little to fill his stomach, he located the village's local tavern.
It had seemed he became the talk of the town as the strange fellow gawking away in the middle of the village. After stumbling his way through the establishment he came across an old couple that ran the business. Before Winters knew it he found himself working in the tavern as another hand, delivering drinks and food, cleaning the floors and tables, and lifting and carrying heavy objects his employers needed help with. It was all still very strange, but Winters had no choice but to accept his current situation and adapt to his surroundings. In the end, he managed to learn quite a bit about this new world, quietly listening to stories or tales from drunken or chatty patrons and learning about a bit of the history of the world from the old couple whenever he would get the chance to chat with them. It was quite a bit to swallow, but Winters couldn't argue that it was very interesting and exciting to learn.
After a month Winters would take up another familiar job of transporting items to people across the village. Be they goods, letters, medicine, or even borrowed tools, he would deliver them to their destination while still working a side job in the tavern. It was a nice change of pace, peaceful even. For once Winters didn't need to look over his shoulders. In time though the village would become too small for him, the stories and tales he's heard in the tavern finally piquing his curiosity. With the Rykes he's saved up over the half-year he's worked in the village Winters purchased supplies to travel and set out to explore the world.
Though his curiosity of the world was great, it was filled with new types of dangers that he's nearly avoided by the skin of his teeth, which led him to take up a sword and teach himself the basics. Over time it was clear he would need to make a living to provide for himself, so he would take up the role of an independent courier service, going from shop to shop, employer to employer to offer his service at a cheap price. For a time it brought in enough Rykes to feed and house himself, but he knew if he actually wanted to get anywhere he'd have to find another occupation. It didn't take much time until he would become an amateur sell-sword, taking on small-time protection jobs for merchants and their caravans. He might have landed higher-paying jobs if he'd joined some type of guild, but Winters preferred to remain independent and not answer to anyone but himself.
A year and a half have passed now and Winters has managed to maintain a stable enough living, traveling from town to town for work and remaining on the road. This new life is filled with even more dangers and struggles, but Winters is slowly settling into his new role. An urge to become something greater though is growing within him, his time earning Rykes and learning how to wield a sword lighting a small flame in his gut.
It was a strange and confusing adjustment at first, waking up on the outskirts of a small village located in the countryside and coming across beings of different races. Winters truly thought he was high at first, simply sitting in the village square for hours in silence as he observed this new world surrounding him. It garnered him a few strange looks from the townsfolk as they caught a glimpse of his shocked and awed expression, but he paid little attention to them, waiting for whatever drug he was on to wear off. As the sun finally began to set though it became painfully clear this was no hallucination. Winters couldn't recall how he ended up here, his mind foggy of any memory prior to his arrival, but he'd have little time to figure it out before the rumbling of his stomach interrupted his racing thoughts. Deciding that sitting around would do little to fill his stomach, he located the village's local tavern.
It had seemed he became the talk of the town as the strange fellow gawking away in the middle of the village. After stumbling his way through the establishment he came across an old couple that ran the business. Before Winters knew it he found himself working in the tavern as another hand, delivering drinks and food, cleaning the floors and tables, and lifting and carrying heavy objects his employers needed help with. It was all still very strange, but Winters had no choice but to accept his current situation and adapt to his surroundings. In the end, he managed to learn quite a bit about this new world, quietly listening to stories or tales from drunken or chatty patrons and learning about a bit of the history of the world from the old couple whenever he would get the chance to chat with them. It was quite a bit to swallow, but Winters couldn't argue that it was very interesting and exciting to learn.
After a month Winters would take up another familiar job of transporting items to people across the village. Be they goods, letters, medicine, or even borrowed tools, he would deliver them to their destination while still working a side job in the tavern. It was a nice change of pace, peaceful even. For once Winters didn't need to look over his shoulders. In time though the village would become too small for him, the stories and tales he's heard in the tavern finally piquing his curiosity. With the Rykes he's saved up over the half-year he's worked in the village Winters purchased supplies to travel and set out to explore the world.
Though his curiosity of the world was great, it was filled with new types of dangers that he's nearly avoided by the skin of his teeth, which led him to take up a sword and teach himself the basics. Over time it was clear he would need to make a living to provide for himself, so he would take up the role of an independent courier service, going from shop to shop, employer to employer to offer his service at a cheap price. For a time it brought in enough Rykes to feed and house himself, but he knew if he actually wanted to get anywhere he'd have to find another occupation. It didn't take much time until he would become an amateur sell-sword, taking on small-time protection jobs for merchants and their caravans. He might have landed higher-paying jobs if he'd joined some type of guild, but Winters preferred to remain independent and not answer to anyone but himself.
A year and a half have passed now and Winters has managed to maintain a stable enough living, traveling from town to town for work and remaining on the road. This new life is filled with even more dangers and struggles, but Winters is slowly settling into his new role. An urge to become something greater though is growing within him, his time earning Rykes and learning how to wield a sword lighting a small flame in his gut.
Acquired Titles: Human
Points at Start: 105
Points Earned: 0
Points Spent: 105
Points Not Spent: 0
Stats:
Strength - E
Precision - E
Intelligence - E
Vitality - F
Speed - D
Skills:
Fighting Style: Courier's Edge (Arming Sword) E
A self-taught method of fighting, Courier's Edge, is a form of combat where the fighter uses their speed and precision to overcome their opponents. With this style of fighting footwork and reflexes are key to success, so it is not ideal for the fighter to remain in one place for too long. Circling the opponent and aiming for weak points is the go-to idea for this style of fighting.
- Shocking Delivery F- Area (Electricity): The fighter can summon a current of electricity into their blade and with a wide slash send a wave of lightning into their opponent, damaging any in front of them and momentarily stunning those still alive.
- Thunder Thrust F- Penetrating (Electricity): With a burst of electricity the fighter will propel themselves forward at a short distance and thrust their blade into their target. Typically used for more heavily armored opponents.
A self-taught method of fighting, Courier's Edge, is a form of combat where the fighter uses their speed and precision to overcome their opponents. With this style of fighting footwork and reflexes are key to success, so it is not ideal for the fighter to remain in one place for too long. Circling the opponent and aiming for weak points is the go-to idea for this style of fighting.
- Shocking Delivery F- Area (Electricity): The fighter can summon a current of electricity into their blade and with a wide slash send a wave of lightning into their opponent, damaging any in front of them and momentarily stunning those still alive.
- Thunder Thrust F- Penetrating (Electricity): With a burst of electricity the fighter will propel themselves forward at a short distance and thrust their blade into their target. Typically used for more heavily armored opponents.
- Insight F
- Navigation F
- Climbing F
- Athletics F
- Fast F
- Acrobatics F
Abilities:
- Electric Sword Dance- Couriers Edge E + Thunder Thrust F: With a limit of three electric bursts the fighter can deliver three quick thrusts or slashes to their opponents. 1 Post cool down.
Equipment:
None for now.
- Iron Arming Sword F
- Light leather armor F
- Whetstone
- Bedroll
- Fire Starter Kit
- Rations
- Waterskin
- Map
- Compass
- Satchel
- Wanderers Cloak
- Smoking Pipe with tobacco/pipeweed
None for now.
Change Log:
Stats:
Strength E- 7 Pts
Precision E- 7 Pts
Intelligence E- 7 Pts
Vitality F- 0 Pts
Speed D- 14 Pts
Skills:
Insight F- 7 Pts
Navigation F- 7 Pts
Climbing F -7 Pts
Athletics - 7 Pts
Fast F - 7 Pts
Acrobatics F - 7 Pts
Equipment:
Iron Arming Sword F- 7 Pts
Light Leather Armor- 7 Pts
Martial Skills:
Fighting Style- Couriers Edge E- 14 Pts
Stats:
Strength E- 7 Pts
Precision E- 7 Pts
Intelligence E- 7 Pts
Vitality F- 0 Pts
Speed D- 14 Pts
Skills:
Insight F- 7 Pts
Navigation F- 7 Pts
Climbing F -7 Pts
Athletics - 7 Pts
Fast F - 7 Pts
Acrobatics F - 7 Pts
Equipment:
Iron Arming Sword F- 7 Pts
Light Leather Armor- 7 Pts
Martial Skills:
Fighting Style- Couriers Edge E- 14 Pts
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