Fourgotten

Fourgotten coughed awkwardly as Calrex finished up the job with ease, feeling kind of weak. "I'll get to be that strong eventually. Maybe even stronger!" When he was addressed by Calrex, he responded with that same old enthusiasm from before, "Alright! And thanks. I'm pretty confident that I will be able to handle fights from now on! That is, if my enemies are close to as strong as I am, at any given point in time."

"Attacking was the issue for me, I know that. But what about avoiding attacks? It should be easy enough. I think I'll fight some boars later on, just to get a bit of practice."

He clapped his hands and did a little dance to celebrate his success, and then said, "So, where are we gonna be heading, Cal?"

"There was that name again. I think it may be permanent, just like Three."

-Topic Completed-

Rewards:

- 400 col (200 for each player)

- 1 skill point given to each player

ID: 36266

Battle Dice: 9 (critical, baby!)

Fourgotten nodded. It was safe to assume that other players had, well... died, fighting boars and whatnot. "Which is why I am glad he is here." But what happens when Calrex can't be there to hold his hand through combat? He would have to take care of himself.

"This little piggy has more martial skill than the greatest fighters in the real world could ever have," Fourgotten said with a silly smile on his face. The smile was because it was probably true, to some extent. Looking at Calrex, and then to the boar, he realized it was time to step up his game, even if just slightly.

Fourgotten jabbed his spear at the boar, targeting the side of its head. Not only did he land a hit, the whole of the spear head had pierced into the boar. Grunting, he placed his foot on the side of the boar and yanked the spear out. He watched as the boar staggered, but was saddened to see that he had failed to kill it. Regardless, it was a good attack.

"How was that, Cal?"

"Did I just call him... yeah, I did. I wonder what he'll say about it."

HP List
Calrex: 184/185
   Energy: 43/45
Fourgotten: 4/4
   Energy: 0/1

Enemies:
(Hate: C 9 / F 3) Boar: 2/4 (1 base + 1 from one handed assault spear + 1 crit - 1 mitigation = 2 damage)

ID: 36261

Battle Dice: 2 (seriously, this?)

Fourgotten watched the boar smack into Calrex, and nearly busted out laughing when his health bar just barely moved. What did that boar hope to accomplish? Returning his focus to both combat and the conversation they were having, he said, "I think I get the idea, now. I guess it was all about range-"

As he finished that word, he lunged forward to jab the boar, as he had done with his initial attack, but was surprised to find out the boar was a rather surprising creature. While he had perfectly factored in range, the boar had plans of it's own. It snorted as the spear head drew closer, and actually somehow managed to sidestep his attack.

"Ex... excuse me? What!?"

Looking at Calrex, Fourgotten silently mouthed the words "How does that even work?"

"This game is ridiculous. Boars can dodge! Since when?"

HP List
Calrex: 184/185
   Energy: 43/45
Fourgotten: 4/4
   Energy: 0/1

Enemies:
(Hate: C 9 / F 1) Boar: 3/4

I play... ish. Unfortunately, my understanding of the game is kind of basic. ;~;

ID: 36183

Battle Dice: 7

"Yeah, I never used weapons outside of this game. I have never fought anybody or anything." Fourgotten watched as Calrex pushed the boar and couldn't hep but think he was taunting it, or even just playing around with it while Fourgotten practiced combat mechanics.

"I guess at his level, there is nothing to be concerned about. At least, not  on this floor."

Fourgotten made sure to factor in distance this time, and took just one step closer to the boar and slashed his spear in front of him in a wide arc, leaving a glowing gash in the boar's side.

"I'm making progress. First a miss, then a hit that dealt no damage, and now I successfully landed a hit."

"Perhaps I'm getting a hold of this. Maybe. We will find out, right?"

Fourgotten felt the confidence within himself building up, and he knew that it was for good reason. He wasn't getting ahead of himself. He could fight, after all.

HP List
Calrex: 185/185
   Energy: 45/45
Fourgotten: 4/4
   Energy: 0/1

Enemies:
(Hate: C 9 / F 1) Boar: 3/4 (I hit it! 1 base + 1 from first tier of one handed assault spear - 1 from mob mitigation = 1 dmg)

ID: 36166

Battle Dice: 4 (miss! ack!)

Fourgotten listened to Calrex as he spoke, and nodded, saying, "Focus, okay. Let's try this again." He eyed the boar, deciding that he wanted to try and slash at it this time. Grunting, he lunged forwards, bringing his spear down in a wide arc. Yet again, he had misjudged his distances, but now he was too close. Whacking the boar with the haft of his spear, he quickly realized that he was getting up close and personal with this boar. And that probably wasn't the brightest idea, at this level.

"How frustrating."

Fourgotten quickly jumped back and smiled, saying, "Hey, at least I managed to hit him, even if it did no damage at all." Though truthfully, he was about ready to tackle the boar and punch it's ugly little face until it just died. But that wouldn't work, and was quite unreasonable. This was all about learning to use his spear properly.

"So let's learn, then."

HP List
Calrex: 185/185
   Energy: 45/45
Fourgotten: 4/4
   Energy: 0/1 (I left it at zero because while I did regenerate that 1, I missed.)

Enemies:
(Hate: C 3 / F 0) Boar: 4/4

Fourgotten watched as Calrex dodged the boar with ease, and realized that it was, indeed, his turn to attack. "Okay, let's see if I can do this." He lifted his spear, preparing to attack. 

"It can't be that hard to kill, right? It's just a boar. I bet one poke with this spear and it'll, like, explode or something."

He took a deep breath.  Now was the time.

ID: 36163 (it is the same backwards)

Battle Dice: 2 (It appears I missed)

He jabbed his spear at the boar, but just barely missed. He sighed, and clenched the shaft of the spear tightly as he realized he had been hanging back a bit too far from the boar, keeping it just out of attack range. "Well, I guess nobody is getting injured in this fight, the boar included."

"His turn. I bet it'll just miss him again. Even if it did hit him, it would no little to no damage at all."

Combat was turning out to be just as demanding as he had thought it would be. For Fourgotten, at least.

HP List
Calrex: 185/185
   Energy: 45/45
Fourgotten: 4/4
   Energy: 0/1

Enemies:
(Hate: C 3 / F 1) Boar: 4/4

(Side note: That signature is hardcore! How'd ya do it? Better yet, how do I get one? Also, I am trying to understand the combat rules. How exactly does mitigation work?)

Fourgotten once again nodded, but only slightly this time, and said in a more serious tone, "I feel as though combat is going to be fifteen times more difficult than it is in the real world games I used to play. Out there, it's just point and click, you know. But here, I can tell the game demands that us players be a bit more... involved." Truthfully, Fourgotten was pretty nervous about the whole concept of fighting enemies, and the risk that would almost always be attached to it.

"Enough worrying. If you don't learn now, you'll die later!"

Fourgotten ran his fingers through his hair, and ended up pushing a few strands out of his eyes, as he had intended to. "I guess we can go kill one right now, if that's alright with you. Are boars the first kill of most players, or am I getting the easier enemy, due to my lack of experience?"

"Probably the former. It's always good to start out with something manageable."

As he spoke, he was yet again equipping his spear. Perhaps he could just carry it around. Fourgotten knew that getting tired of carrying things wasn't really a factor in the game, or at least he was pretty sure it wasn't.

Fourgotten tried to hide his silly grin, but failed horribly. This guy, Calrex, had actually called him Three.  Fourgotten decided he would just roll with it. "Let that take it's course." It was actually a pretty nice nickname, and he was already growing fond of it. He looked down and shook his head, giving himself time to wipe that grin off of his face.

"Yeah, I guess this is my start as an adventurer. It took me a couple weeks of thinking, but I finally decided to leave the city. And as for the unkindness of this game, I think I see that now. What, with how a big whatever-that-was chasing me, determined to turn me into to food for it's demon spawn babies."

"What was it, anyways? Perhaps I'll ask later."

He thought for several long moments, debating whether or not he should accept the help being offered. While it would probably consume a little bit of time, it would also probably help him stay alive from now on. He nodded vigorously, and said with an immense amount of enthusiasm, "Yeah, man, I could always use some advice! From the looks of you, you probably know most, if not everything, there is to know about this game so far."

(Apparently he is gonna be a talker. That dialogue, though.)

Fourgotten had nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of a voice, and had managed to equip his spear faster than he thought possible. He stood up and pointed his spear at the source of the voice. Upon realizing what had been said, and seeing just how strong the player was, he lowered his spear almost immediately. "Jeez, perhaps you could try a more subtle approach. I about had a heart attack, man!"

He smiled then, to show that he was just playing, and put away his spear for the second (or third) time now. "Yeah, I figured I left it's range. Unfortunately, I think I scuffed my elbow while escaping. Oh well, I can handle it, being the big and tough male that I am."

Fourgotten flexed and grunted then, pretending to be what he had said he was. Realizing the player had introduced himself, he responded by firmly shaking his hand and saying, "Calrex, huh? Well, I'm Fourgotten. Not forgotten, but four, like the number, and gotten, like from forgotten. But you can just call me..."

He paused intentionally, as if thinking about it.

"Let's see, I've done two and five now, sooooooo..."

"Three. You can call me three. And it is a pleasure to meet you, as well."

Fourgotten stumbled over a log, nearly falling flat on his face. "When did that- oh, nevermind!" He recovered and continued forwards, the snarling something from before following him at a dangerously close distance. The trees quickly began to thin, and before he knew it, Fourgotten was once again at the split in the path.

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw a pair of gleaming eyes quickly fade back into the forest. That had been a bit too close for comfort. A nervous but relieved laugh escaped his mouth, and he sat down right where he had just been standing. "I guess that, uh, I should have taken the other path." This caused him to laugh a little bit more before he took on a more serious expression.

Fourgotten put away his spear and sighed. He could have been injured, or even killed. That was a huge risk on his part.

This is a game, yes, but Death is a very real threat.

"I have to remember to be more careful when it comes to venturing into dark or unknown areas. It could cost me my life, otherwise."

Fourgotten had gone pretty far into the forest now, and he realized that it was dark. Really dark. He could barely see his hands when he held them out in front of him. He equipped his spear, just to be sure he would be ready if somebody or something surprised him. Was he still on the path? He couldn't tell.

Why was it so dark, he wondered, when the sun is still up? He had only been walking for twenty or thirty minutes, there was no way it would go down that quickly. Perhaps the trees were just blocking out light. A large deal of rustling, coming from ahead of him, interrupted his thoughts.

Fourgotten turned around, so as to face the opposite direction he had been going. These words were a bit dark, and that left him vulnerable, even for a level one player. This was a game, yes, but Death was a very real threat. He decided that maybe taking the other path wasn't such a bad idea. At least from there he could actually see. Well, until the sun goes down.

Something snarled from behind him.

"Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope."

Fourgotten broke into a sprint, spear in hand, and backtracked as well as he could, while also trying to stay away from whatever it was that wanted to eat him. It was time to leave this forest.

Fourgotten stood at a split in a road with a forest just ahead and the sun to his back. There were only two paths, that much was obvious, but which path did he want to go down? The left one ran straight into the forest, whereas the right one just skirted the edge of it. Why did this have to be so difficult for him? He had just wanted to go for a walk, initially. He quickly decided that there was only one way to solve this problem. "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.."

His finger ended up pointing into the forest.

Sighing, he stared into the dark forest, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever may live inside. He saw nothing, of course, it was too dark. But he had tried nonetheless. He started walking down the left path, but froze when he realized that he could be taking a risk. Who knew what the forest held inside? NPC bandits, Player Killers, or just mobs of any sort. He laughed, then, realizing that he was probably over-thinking the whole situation.

He would be fine. It was just a path into the woods, right? Fourgotten smiled and continued down the path once more.

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Username: Fourgotten
Real name: Damon Jay Walter
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Height: 6'

About: History/personality

Damon was born in the United States, but his mother passed away shortly after his birth. His father, a wealthy businessman, couldn't handle the loss and moved to Japan when he found out a job was being offered, so as to distance himself from the place where he lost his wife. He took Damon with him (obviously), and that is where they have lived since then. His father was unable to take care of Damon, because his work consumed most of his time, and so he hired a woman named Narumi to take care of Damon while he worked. Narumi essentially raised Damon, and Damon has even called her "Mom" on several occasions. She taught Damon to respect those who were older (so long as they could prove that they were worth respecting), to always have confidence in himself, to work for what he wants, and to trust others unless they could be proven untrustworthy. At around twelve, Damon got into gaming and art, the latter of which was because of (guess who?) Narumi. Damon passionately pursued his interests, and at fifteen had started selling his art, though he didn't sell each piece for that much, so that he could buy the gaming stuff he wanted.

Shortly after his sixteenth birthday, Damon had more than enough money to buy what he had been looking into for months, and had yet to be released. Upon SAO's release, he eagerly bought everything he needed to play. He hadn't known that putting the NerveGear on would start the hardest and most dangerous period of his life.

Virtues:

Trusting- Damon will openly trust anybody and everybody he comes across in life, regardless of what others may say about those people.  However, should those people prove untrustworthy, he may lash out in anger because of that trust being betrayed. That or he will simply quit talking to them and avoid them. While both options seem unreasonable, Damon is quite forgiving and will, given time, trust them again so long as they can make things right.

Confident- Damon is overly confident in himself and will, if given the opportunity, do most things. He has volunteered for tasks he is unable to carry out before, and will surely do it again, just because he thinks he might have the ability to (and sometimes, if he is lucky, he finds a way to succeed). Damon hardly ever falters while speaking, and shows his confidence by speaking with a loud and proud voice (sometimes he is loud when it isn't necessary, though).

Hardworking/Determined- When Damon wants something, he tends to get it. Most times, he will work towards his goal with every bit of effort required, and then some more. The other times, he asks politely and receives what it is that he wants (he' a polite kid, most times). Damon has a will of steel, and is hardly ever deterred by any obstacle placed before him. Damon wholeheartedly believes that if anybody wants to feel good about themselves (while also having nice things), they should work for it.

Flaws:
Reference: http://www.darkworldrpg.com/lore/flaws.html
Theatrical- Damon is known for his extra dramatic flair, which often shows up during conversations. He tends to get loud and over act everything he does, as well as make the smallest and most unimportant things seem over exaggerated. While he does this often, he does not do it for attention, and merely does it because he finds it fun. He has insulted other whilst doing so, even if he didn't mean to, and always draws unnecessary attention to himself without wanting it to happen.

Reckless- This goes hand in hand with his confidence, because Damon believes he can handle most situations thrown in his general direction. While oftentimes he can, he fails to realize that some things just aren't possible for himself (yet he tries again and again, each time to the best of his ability). He will throw himself into risky situations just to try and prove that he can handle them. That isn't saying he completely lacks caution, but that he just rarely  uses it.

Indecisive- Sometimes Damon just doesn't know what he wants to do. He spends unnecessary amounts of time thinking about what he wants to do, and sometimes just gets stuck between making two silly choices. He wastes a lot of time, and has the ability to wear people's patience to a dangerously thin point. Once people realize how indecisive he tends to be, they try to avoid having him in a scenario in which choices need to be made.

Profession: None yet.

Skills
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Weapon skills:
» Rank  1 One-Handed Assault Spear (+1 dmg)


Inventory
Armor/Clothing: Starter Outfit

Miscellaneous: 10 bread, 15 water

Weapons/Tools: Basic One Handed Assault Spear (specifically a javelin)


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