Riksis

OOC: Canonly you wouldn't be able to see my level unless I partied up with you.

IC: The other player didn't seem to reciprocate his faked kindness. Instead he was a bit cold, not spiteful, nonchalantly. The orange and black butterfly flew ahead at the sound of Rikimaru's voice. No rouge orange player popped up behind him to slit his throat. No bandit crew held him up for his money and items, it seemed the worst case scenario wouldn't happen. The other player responded to him, inviting him to follow the butterfly with him before turning his back and following the winged insect. He seemed an alright player at first glance. He was moderately outfitted, it seemed a few levels above Rikimaru but enough that he still couldn't leave the lower floors. Without a word he would follow a few paces behind the mystery player. Although the immediate threat of being robbed and killed had passed but monsters where another danger. He would rather this player take the starting aggro than himself.

Looking over his shoulder to the opening of the meadow he saw the outline of another player standing there, simply looking. She saw him and he saw her, she looked as if she was waiting for him to make the first move. Still following the first player he gestured for her to follow by waving her over. Although himself and his new acquaintance would have disappeared into the forest and well beyond earshot of the new player before she could catch up. Closing the gap between the first player he initiated a conversation, still keeping him in front of Rikimaru. "If that butterfly is part of a quest you should share it with me. I'm not going to help you for free." It was a bit forward, sure, but that was what Rikimaru was known for. He needed to level up more than anything, and questing with another person was the safest bet. "By the way, i'm Riksis."

Rikimaru, or his moniker Riksis, had been stuck in the game for a few days now. He had just recently gotten over the shock and awe of the whole ordeal. His father had given him the Nerve Gear as a present for his above average performance at the hospital. Never in his wildest dreams would he had thought that he would get stuck in the game. But the second the red game master in the sky appeared, he knew it wouldn't be anything good. Riksis had been sulking in the starting city for a couple of days simply taking in both the scenery and his own emotions. Some players had started grinding right off the bat when they learned they where stuck, others simply quit all together. He was not going to quit, he had too much self respect for that. He had to get off his ass and do something. He swung his legs over the bed he had rented last night. He was tired, not physically, but emotionally. But he had to do something, he knew he had to. Swiping his finger down, the menu opened. He flicked down to equipment and put on his normal attire. Since he had only just started he had only the basics. He wore a black long sleeved shirt under a leather shoulder holster that held his one handed spear. His bottoms where a dark blue fabric tucked into black boots. Starter clothes for a starter player. 

Opening the door Riksis was greeted by a few laughs and general talking. All players had not lost their cheer. Walking down the hall and down the steps he saw a couple of fellow players cheering drinks. They looked to be new players, albeit not as new as him. They actually had armour made of metal, some wore capes and other ornate clothing. Something you don't buy unless you have leftover Col lying around. This indicated they where well off at the least, though not high leveled. He walked past them and through the door. His aim was to explore the meadow beyond the starting city. A lust forest filled with low leveled monsters. He had to get some experience and get out of the lower floors. The starting city was still populated, most had an indifferent expression. Those that where with others had smirks and smiles. A few looked outright suicidal. Within a few minutes he was to the towns gates where he unsheathed his spear and lied it leisurely on his right shoulder, holding it by the bottom with his right hand. 

The meadow was an hours walk from the starting town, a brisk walk saw him to it in an appropriate time. The sun was still high in the sky, but the meadow filtered the light through it's lush leaves casting a shadow over the entirety of the meadow. In the distance Riksis could see another player, it seemed he was lost in thought following a butterfly. Riksis was always a reserved and calculating person. Although he did not always think the worst of every situation, he would always be ready for them. He had heard the stories of orange player killers and bandits and he would not be their next pray. 

Riksis took his spear from its position on it's shoulder and held it by it's grip, tip pointing down. He called out to the player, "Hey, you lost or something?" He would stand put and see what the other player did, offering a kind smile masking any distrust. 

«Riksis» Plague Lord

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» Username: Riksis
» Real name: Rikimaru Shinto
» Age: 18
» Gender:Male
» Height: 6' 0"

» About: History/personality

Rikimaru had just graduated from his high school a month in advance. He had always been A smart child, but had always half-assed it due to not being properly motivated. His father, an experienced doctor at their local hospital, placed his son in a summer program to ease him into his line of work. Rikimaru, fascinated by medicine, was only so happy to be placed in such a program. He was fascinated by medicine. Not the healing aspect, but the darker nature of it. How wounds healed, the anatomy of diseases and how they ravaged the human body. During his stay there Rikimaru had perfect marks across the board, the staff enjoyed him, and his father was very proud. Proud enough to reward his son with a present. The new Nerve Gear and its newest title Sword Art Online would be releasing within the week. As a present he bought Rikimaru one. Being a giddy eighteen year old, he tried it out within the first hour he got it, unknowingly placing himself into the death game with thousands of others. Now he fights for his life inside the game.

» Virtues:

Rational- thinking about what to do in a calm way, and making sensible and intelligent decisions.Being the son of a doctor and also studying medicine himself, Rikimaru was always taught to follow the facts and known truths, instead of having blind faith or a 'gut' feeling.  

Sharp- Intelligent and quick to notice or react to something. Along with his growing suspicion about his fellow players, Rikimaru has learned to observe every move around him. There is no telling how much a misplaces whisper is worth, or how harmful a slight shift in posture can be in the future. Always be prepared.

Courteous- Polite or respectful. All children are taught some kind of manners as they are brought up, it is up to them weather to use them. Working in the medical field, Rikimaru has learned that manners, or atleast the facade of them, can take you a long way. Even new people he meets will always be met with a warm smile, even though he may feel differently on the inside.

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

Blunt- Characterized by directness in manner or speech; without subtlety or evasion. Frank, callous, insensitive, brusque. Rikimaru got this trait from his father. Although a caring father, he also know that speaking his mind was necessary. a thing he taught to Rikimaru. Dancing around an issue does nothing to resolve it.

Nosey- Given to prying into the affairs of others; snoopy. Offensively curious or inquisitive. A trait Rikimaru gained on his own. Being a smart child he was naturally nosey from a young age. He liked not only knowing facts such as how a disease causes a certain effect, but other peoples secrets and business. He would always find out his friends and family members secrets one way or another. It is better to know information and not need it than to not know it and need it.

Secretive- Deliberatly not telling people things. Although Rikimaru loves to know the general going-ons in the lives of people he is around, he hates when people know his business. Being thrown into the death game, he is even more suspicious about new people, keeping them at arms length. At the very least he will only tell them things they need to know.

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Combat:

Weapon skills:

â–ºOne-Handed Assault Spear: 
5 Ranks
Passive
The effectiveness with which a player can use one-handed piercing Spear type weapons. (Example: Javelin, Iklwa)
â–º Block 
5 Ranks
Passive
Effect: Opponents suffer -X to BD rolls against you. (X=Rank Level). Does not stack with evasion. Requires an equipped shield.
Description: Defend with your shield, deflecting an opponents attack.

Inventory:

Weapons/Tools:
Basic one handed spear
Description: a slender one handed spear with and arrow head point. It measures about 5' 4".Red cloth grips at the lower base of the weapon outline the only accessories added.
10 bread, 15 water, Cloth clothing

Boar Bone Sheild(Uncommon, +1 Damage Mitigation) Description:A shield fashioned from the bones of boars. This stout shield is used by hunters of the plains to protect them from the boar's savage tusks." 

Gained: Loot die of 20 from: http://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/6694-pp-01-adventuring/page-2

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