Gerrick

"I've... Been having a rough time getting used to the feel of this game. It's... just off to me somehow. Maybe its nothing but it's been throwing me off since i got here. I know the workings of swordplay better than you might think." He replied, "Either way, thanks for taking the time to help me out with this. I feel ready to face more of what this game can show me." He added, his gaze beginning to draw into the distance. "Though perhaps i still need to learn more before doing else yet. Again, thanks for your help...? Sorry, I don't remember catching your name." Gerrick smiles a bit, and extends an arm "Again: Name's Gerrick."

Rolled a 9 on the d10 (battle) dice.

Rolled a 7 on the d20 (loot) dice.

Gerrick, irritated by his mistakes, and the little progress he is making in the battle, uses his all of his might to slash right through the boar, killing it instantly. Looking back towards London, he begins to walk and sheathe his blade when suddenly a notification pops up in front of him:

LEVEL UP! 1 -> 2. 

Alright. Finally getting back on track. Feeling satisfied, he looks back to London, who is in a nearby blind of grass, after collecting the Boar's Material, and finding no other loot.

[New Item: Material x1]

[battle Dice Roll: 4 on D10]

Gerrick, trying to take advantage of the Boar's fall, tries to retaliate, but his leg is a bit more hurt than he originally thought, and he stumbles, missing the boar completely, and doing no damage to it. Frustrated, he resumes his battling position. This is getting ridiculous, what's going on here?!

[Gerrick HP: 4]

[boar HP: 3]

[battle Dice Roll: 8 on D10]

  Gerrick, recovering slightly annoyed from his falter, slashes at the boar, cutting its back with his blade. The boar makes a high pitched squealing sound, taking 2 damage from the attack, but aside from that continues to battle. Gerrick prepares for its retaliation, hoping to not make the same error twice. OK, let's try to DODGE this one. Come on!

[Gerrick HP: 4]

[boar HP: 3]

Gerrick draws his sword, a scimitar with about a three foot steel blade, slightly curved back on the end, with a cross guard handle. taking it in his right hand, he studies its full weight, and feel. He looks at the boar, and once more his focus sharpens. Taking to heart the battle he witnessed earlier, he mentally readies himself, thinking of retaliations for possible moves on the boar's part, but always as on guard as possible. He inhales, and lets out a long breath, relaxing. Let's go... I'm ready.

Looking at the dispersing blue shards, Gerrick strides over to London. "Solid work there, though i wasn't really expecting you to take a hit... Maybe next battle I could have a go."  he looks down the path, and, rests his hand on the hilt of his blade, and begins walking back down the original path, looking to have a more serious expression and a sense of purpose gleaming in his eye. Training again... Guess it's about time i got back to basics.  Gerrick looks back to see if London is following him occasionally, but stays vigilant in his stride and concentration. Give me something to fight. 

Rolled a 2 on d10 (mob) dice

The Boar, frustrated, tries one more desperate charge, and, looking you right in the eye, lunges at you, missing completely. He crumples to the ground in a heap, grunting in rage, and squealing with anger. You take 0 damage from the attack.

[London's Health: 6]

[boar Health: 2]

Rolled a 5 on the d10 (mob) dice.

The Boar, stumbling to get up, manages and charges towards you once more with all of its remaining might. However, It is dazed slightly, and you easily dodge out of the way as it charges past, taking 0 damage from the attack.

[London's Health: 6]

[boar Health: 2]

Rolled a 6 on the d10 (mob) dice.

The Boar stamps it hoof on the ground, snorts a few times, and finally charges at you, its mouth foaming with rabid rage, and it's eyes red with its minuscule brain's fury. It rams you, ramming you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you, doing 1 damage to you.

[boar Health: 4]

Gerrick follows behind, though he looks visibly more focused than before, "They won't get passed me, you can rely on that much" He partially unsheathes his scimitar. "I'm feeling excited...". As the two walk, the blades of grass around the them grow ever more tall, reaching shin height. The warm feeling of hearth which seemed to envelop Gerrick since he arrived in SAO has vanished, leaving a permeable air of tension, waiting for a foe to break it. 

After walking a long way, Gerrick finally reaches the gates. Taking in the breeze, he smells fresh dew from the grass. The plains stretching out before him and his new ally he pauses. " A world so astounding... Is all of this really just part of some code?...." He closes his eyes. "If only this world wasn't such a nightmare it would be a dream....ah. Sorry, just thinking aloud." As the two walk, the faint sound of rustling in the tall grass breaks the sound of the wind on the grass.

"Honestly, I'd say I like to stay solo in games like this, but I'm having more trouble than I would like to admit trying to get anywhere so far. People seem to like calling me skilled, i suppose, i but i can't say I'm satisfied with my combat abilities... not yet." Gerrick adds with a vacant stare into the distance. Snapping back into reality, or whatever one would call this game, he says "I just need a little help learning the combat mechanics of this game." This guy... There's more to him, I think. "I also want to challenge you to a duel sometime. Maybe later on. You seem... Focused." Smirking, he begins walking once more, taking a peak at his HUD map. "We shouldnt be too far from the wilds yet..."

Gerrick follows London for awhile, but eventually begins to grow impatient. That, coupled his annoyance with bumping into the occasional passerby, finally forced him to think about asking for help. Jogging up to London, he calmly asks "Do you know where i can go gain some experience... I kind of new to this, and this town is really starting to annoy me.". After a bit more thought, he added "Also... It might be better to have an ally in the beginning, are you in need of a team mate? I can be useful, at least, i would like to think so", Smirking. He offered "Name's Gerrick, Seems to me we both want to get on with this game."

Gerrick, looking a bit annoyed, makes his way through the crowd. Trying to ask people where to start getting experience, he notices a man in dark clothing walking past. Thinking he must be going somewhere, Gerrick trails him from a slight distance.

Gerrick, The Lone Swordsman

Profile
» Username: Gerrick
» Real name: Veritas Bane
» Age: 17
» Gender: Male
» Height: 6'1"

»Appearance: Gerrick has brown shaggy hair which seems to slick back in a sort of cowlick-esque way. He has long bangs, with a blue streak that covers his left eye. He is rather tall, with a slim, physically fit build. Aside from that, he has orange-amber eyes.

» About: Not much is known about Veritas in his everyday life. He is serious, and never holds back, almost to a negative point. He has a strong sense of justice, and an appreciation of nature, but is generally colder towards people unless he already knows them. He is a drifter, and focuses the majority of his efforts on bettering his skills in combat, meaning he rarely interacts with others. He does have a small amount of friends and allies he regularly interacts with through PM's and quests, however. He has a respect for his enemy, and battles honorably. He tends to notice things that others do not. He tends to challenge other players to duels, hoping to learn new things about combat and will respect those who best him. He notices things in people that others usually cannot. Underneath his personality lies a deeper sadness, and he sometimes reveals a far more human side of himself to those he is close to. He enjoys the breeze.

» Virtues:
Just- Gerrick does not let the weak to be taken advantage of by anyone, and will not do so himself, keeping to somewhat of a stricter moral code when it comes to hurting or wronging others without reason. He helps people when he can, mostly through offering advice or trading.

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Skilled- He has an expanse knowledge of weaponry, strategy, and a suprising amount of other things, including Blacksmithing and history. He has been known to memorize articles and the contents of PM strings between himself and others. He uses this knowledge to his advantage in combat and a variety of other situations.

Unwavering- He has not been known to show fear or weakness, almost to an insane degree. His bravery has earned him the respect of many he could not best, and those he could. He will not back down unless he realizes it would hurt or kill those he does not wish to, or would needlessly end his life or others. He has a tenacious spirit in combat that is unmatched by many, fighting each battle as though it were for his life, Ironic, in a death game like SAO.

» Flaws:
Reference: http://www.darkworldrpg.com/lore/flaws.html

Harsh- While having at least a bit of respect for his common stranger, he is extremely cold to those he mistrusts, or dislikes. This has led him to more than his fair share of clashes with other players, and spurred a few arguments with 

Blunt- He does not hold back when talking or interacting with people, most of the time even when he should.

Stubborn- No matter how impossible or stupid, Gerrick will rarely ever give up on what he is doing, and it takes a solid amount of dissuading from others to waver him.

Profession: Blacksmithing (Planned)

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Weapon skills:
» One-Handed Slashing Sword- Rank 1

Inventory
Weapons/Tools:

» Basic Cloth Clothing
»10 bread

»15 water

»1 Plain/Basic Scimitar.

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