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About Beat

  • Birthday 03/10/1986

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    Celestial Ascendants
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    United States
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    Sci Fi, Video Games, Bowling, Anime
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  1. As soon as Beat had settled into his seat and begun to eye the satyr cautiously, the creature spoke again, in his high-growl of a voice, "So, did you bring the dish?" it said quickly. Beat nodded and opened his menu with his left hand, his fingers dancing through the air until a small marble cake appeared in front of him. The satyr stirred in his seat as he reached out of it, sliding it across the small table to himself as he eyed the dessert hungrily, "This will do!" Beat smiled at the creatures approval, but before he could respond, the satyr dug his hands into the cake and began shoveling handfuls of cake into his mouth. "Hey!" Beat shouted, reaching for the cake, but to no avail. The satyr lifted the remainder of the confection to his face and crammed the dessert into it's mouth with a wide, mocking grin aimed directly at Beat. The young player scoffed and folded his arms as he wait for the creature before him to finish chewing. Several minutes of chewing passed before the creature spoke again, smacking his lips and cleaning his fingers, "Yeah, you've got the right stuff. I wonder if you're up for the challenge."
  2. As Beat wandered inside, he was greeted by the scent of garlic and various forms of liquor as well as a small hint of honey. It was an odd mixture, but he did not find it unpleasant. In fact, Beat found himself enjoying the boisterous atmosphere and a small grin spread across his face as he made his way to the where the bar was, but before he could reach his destination, he heard someone call to him. "Beat! Over here!" said someone in a somewhat high-pitched growl. Beat's head turned and his eye widened a little at the sight of was clearly not a player. Sitting at on of the tables against the wall was a Satyr with red fur below the waist and tightly curled ebony horns. The creature stared at the young player with it's bright yellow eyes that reminded Beat of a goat. With only a slight pause of hesitation, Beat walked over and took the seat opposite of the Satyr, awaiting the creature's next words.
  3. It was an uneventful journey through the caves of the twenty-first floor to the small settlement where the teleportation pad resided. The young chef held out his arm, allowing Horus, the hayabusa falcon, to land on his arm before he shouted the name of his destination, "Floor 17!" With a flash of light and the sound of rushing water, Beat was whisked away from the dank caves and placed almost instantly at the center of the main settlement of the seventeenth floor. He admired the while marble of the Grecian themed city as he panned his eyes around for the pub of which his 'admirer' had mentioned. Sure enough, towards the south, a small but inviting pub rested in-between a clothing store and a restaurant. Beat looked to Horus who gave Beat's arm an affectionate nibble before taking off into the air, to keep his sharp eyes out for trouble. Beat simply smiled and made his way into the cozy little pub. Alright, let's find this mystery admirer.
  4. Beat woke up early the next day and made for his kitchen, though rather than turn the sign on his door from closed to open, he simply fired up his stove and began to work. He wasn't sure if he had a signature dish, but he did have favorites that he enjoyed. He started by making himself a breakfast of eggs and toast, seasoned to his liking of course, and then began going through his inventory for inspiration. His free hand stroked his chin as the other manipulated the floating menus before him as he spoke out loud to himself. "I could do booze, but it feels odd making a protein item alcoholic...I do make a lot of cheese, so that's an option..." Beat scrunched his eyes and ruffled his hair as he groaned, "uuugh I don't really have a signature!" He crossed his arms and decided to go with his favorite creation so far, the Solid Marble Cake. It was simple, delicious and Beat himself enjoyed it, which he figured was certainly part of having a signature dish. Thanks to how fast cooking was in the game, the cake took him mere minutes. He boxed the item up and stashed it in his inventory before heading out, wondering how he was suppose to recognize the person he was to meet.
  5. It was a pleasant afternoon in the caves of the 21st floor where, right next to the popular attraction of the hot springs, Beat's house resided. Part of the young player's house also functioned as his shop. It was a large kitchen with plenty of seating and a pleasant atmosphere that had some Japanese influence mixed in. Today, Beat was hard at work in his kitchen, the pleasant music playing throughout his restaurant and his form moving to the beat as he prepared several orders at once. His focus was broken by the familiar ping of a message coming into his inbox. He continued to stir a pot of beef stew as his left hand flicked through the air and his dancing fingers opened the inbox message. His brow rose as he read the contents. Dear Beat, Master Hestia, renown chef of Aincrad has heard of your culinary accomplishments and wishes to meet with you. Meet me tomorrow on the 17th floor in the inn closest to the teleportation pad. Bring one of your signature confections please. Signed, An Admirer Beat swiped away the menu and resumed stirring the contents of a pan with his freed hand. He couldn't help but smile at the idea of someone reaching out in such a way just to acknowledge his cooking. The rest of the day went by quickly as he continued to work with his mind focused on the future, wondering who this Hestia was and what she wanted exactly.
  6. Beat

    [F22-PP] Floor 23 Boss Meeting

    Beat stepped out of the shower of the guild hall and smiled as he heard the commotion of people entering for the boss meeting. He felt no need to hasten his preparations as he opened his menu and donned his typical gear. Horus, the hayabusa falcon and Beat's familiar, clicked his beak impatiently as he quickly flew to his preferred perch which also happened to be the young player's left shoulder. Horus continued his pestering as Beat continued to procrastinate. "Alright, I'm going. You know I'm always late for these things." Beat said with a chuckle as he made his way to the meeting room. He had never been one to participate much in these meetings and he found the process to be somewhat unnecessary. Other than planning party assignments, it was rare that anything of note came of these meetings. Speculation about the boss was all well and good, but many people rarely bothered to prepare sufficiently, clearly making light of a life or death situation. Their lives are their own to lose I suppose.... He pushed the meeting door open and slipped in, Horus peering around the around, resting his gaze catching sight on @Calrex's own falcon familiar. Beat either failed to notice or paid it no mind as he took the closest available seat next to @Shield giving him a casual salute before nodding to the room as a whole, "Sorry for being late. Cleanliness before timeliness."
  7. Beat

    [F23-PP] Scouting floor 23

    With the pair of soldiers thoroughly distracted, Beat took his time moving around them, he form moving around the large room, the temptation to peak inside the door subsiding as his previous target exposed his back a little too favorably. Aww man, I really can't pass that up. I forgot you could temp me with things I want. The younger player turned on his heel and sped towards the armored soldier who had weathered Beat's first assault, closing the distance in a single moment. His sword art was already prepared as he took his position and unleashed his attack. His form distorted as his technique went off, the sound of his spear crashing repeatedly against the soldier's armor ringing out and echoing through the room. "Plenty more where that came from!" Beat shouted as he retreated back to his party members. I knew he hadn't pulled hate from his partner, but he always preferred to fight as if the boss could always turn on him.
  8. Beat

    [F23-PP] Scouting floor 23

    After what was felt like hours of wandering down each forked path, finding dead ends and having to back track and try yet another yet taken path, their effort bore fruit as they reached a large room that seemed empty with the exception of a door on the opposite side of the room. The door was Iron wrought and just as large as the entrance door had been, the only difference being the two large soldiers guarding the door. They stood watch, clad in clad and gold armor and wielding large, steel halberds. "Check these guys out..." Beat said, the hair on the back of his head standing up as his heart began to speed up. As they got to the middle of the room, the guards called out, speaking in perfect unison, "HALT!" They shouted, their metallic, booming voices reverberating off of the flat walls of the room, "The Council is in session they won't be disturbed!" Beat looked at them smugly as he twirled his spear around his body, walking towards them, "Yeah...see, I have something the council needs to fee-I mean hear. So I'm going to need you to move." He said before taking off at blistering speed, his charge skill amplifying his speed to incredible heights. He singled out the guard on the left and his image seemed to multiply as he seemed to strike the soldier hundreds of times, a different technique each time, before returning to Shield's side in a flash with the last bit of speed from his skill. "This shouldn't be too bad." He said, pleased with the chunk of damage he had knocked off of the three bars the guards seemed to share.
  9. Beat

    [F23-PP] Scouting floor 23

    Beat had stayed relatively quiet throughout their journey, his hands dancing in the air as he had decided to let the scouts be scouts while he planned his next cooking session. If they were successful and they found the boss, they would need a full supply of edibles to buff them up. The recent patch had made his profession viable once again and he had always said that should that happen, he would not squander the opportunity to feed the front lines as he once had. He tossed his menus aside as Shield finally spotted the door to the labyrinth. "There it is, good eye buddy." Beat said, slapping Shield's back as his fingers danced through the air again, setting up his Skill mods and battle ready inventory, "I think I'll go with Quick Change rather than Stamina. Between the two of you, I don't think I'll be running out of gas anytime soon." Once they reached the large Iron Door, Beat summoned his Spear of Destiny and pulled out a bottle of what appeared to be rum. The label read "I Booze, you lose" and had a potent odor. The fighter quickly chugged the beverage, the placebo effect taking only a small toll on him as his damage output shot up before slamming a small cup of tea down, increasing his accuracy. . Stats House Buffs Skills Equipped Items Battle Ready Inventory Consumables
  10. Beat

    [F23-PP] Scouting floor 23

    Beat followed closely behind Shield, being content to take in their surroundings until his older companion called out to someone. He recognized the player know as Hestia from their recent boss fight and greeted her with a smile as Shield offered to scout with her. I wasn't really a problem to have more people and, given the fact that the twenty-third floor was entirely unexplored, more numbers were never a bad idea. A fellow frontliner is always welcome in unknown territory. We know she can hold her own. He continued to list and allowed himself a wide grin of pride as she complimented his damage in the last boss fight, "Nice to meet you as well, and thanks, it was wonderful to see our hard work pay off," He paused and scoffed at another thought, "Though I wish the health bars hadn't had issues. They didn't seem to represent the boss's health proportionately like they normally do."
  11. Beat guarded himself out of instinct as the lightning blast struck him, taking another sizable chunk out of his health bar. He wasn't in any danger just yet, but he knew that he would need healing in fairly short order. With the boss glaring at them awaiting their retaliation, Beat's attention was drawn to the recent healing the boss was now enjoying. He nodded at Shield's words as he watched boss's health tick slowly upward a slight grimace on his face. "Man...I just want to smash a unicorn in the face with my spear..." He said with a smile, his joke cheering him up in preparation for the let down that was coming. He let out an exaggerated sigh as he flipped open his menu and swapped his weapons once again, "Ya know...there is a mod for this, but no, I took stamina...killing my deeps man!" With a pixelated shimmer, his feathered spear disappeared only to be replaced by the newest addition to his arsenal. Action Bialas Player Stats
  12. Beat narrowly avoided yet another lightning shock, this one seemingly more intense than the last now the Bialas was on its last health bar, but it was clear that the equine beast was not about to go out without a fight. Zandra's healing abilities were great, but Beat had a feeling they were about to be tested in the next rotation. As much as Beat wanted to test out his most damaging weapon, he was not about to give the floor boss any help. "Che, I guess I have to wait until the next floor. Too bad..." He said, shrugging with an arrogant smirk as he released his weapon, causing it to disappear back into his inventory as his left hand danced through the air, opening his battle ready inventory and selecting his secondary weapon. The black feathered spear appeared as expected and the fighter snatched it out of the air and twirled it a few times before brandishing it at the floor boss. "Alright! Let's do this! Ice will do just as well as holy blood!" Action Boss Stats Player Stats
  13. Beat attempted shield himself form yet another lightning strike, feeling the increased intensity and heat from the blast as he was knocked off of his feet and fell hard on his back. He winced as he slowly rose to his feet, glaring up at the storm the boss had been using to great effect. It had grown in intensity and, based on the larger chunk missing from his health bar, was now more damaging than before. As he stood up, he observed the negative progress they were now making due to the anti-bleed effect the boss seemed to have. The myth on unicorn's blood having healing properties was clearly at play here and he knew that he would likely need to swap weapon after this strike to avoid giving the boss any further assistance. "No more bleed weapons! We can't afford to help him!" He shouted to everyone as he charged forward. He raised his spear and unleashed his sword art into the creature's side, his every strike pulled slightly off target to avoid a potential critical hit. The damage from a critical with his new weapon would be great, but against this boss, his other weapon was a far more suitable choice. Passive: +1 EP Action: Dimenstional Stampede vs Bialas | | -12 EP ID# 99462: BD- 7 + 7 +1 = 15 = Hit [Dmg: 28 * 15 = 420 - 50 = 370] Player Stats
  14. Beat winced as the bolts struck him, dropping his health bar by a small margin and blinding him momentarily. When the storm had settled for a moment, Beat inspected his health bar and observed the small red marks on his body, imagining them as the scorch marks that would certainly be there under real life circumstances. He had moved next to @Hakai in his attempt to evade the lightning, smiling as he stared at the boss, "First floor boss in a long time right? How does it feel?" Beat would wait for her response before taking off at top speed, racing towards his target with his now glowing spear, the sword art charged within the weapon aching to be released. This time, Beat approached from the creature's flank and unleashed his flurry of individual attacks, his form seeming to multiply and make it appear as if he was performing each technique simultaneously. Beat glanced up at the boss's health bar before returning to his position near his newest friend, a satisfied grin on his face. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Passive: +1 EP Action: Dimensional Stampede | -12 EP Bathroom charges left 1/3 ID# 99330- BD: 3 + 7 + 1 = 11 = Hit! [DMG: 28 x 15 = 420 - 50 = 370] Bialas Stats Player Stats