Izzrikl

Lunging forward with his spear and he thought he had this fight in the bag until the infernal beast reared back and hit front hove smashed into his thigh as he stumbled past digging a divet in the earth with his spear tip. Gritting his teeth as he felt the surge of his skill kick in and bring him back into the green. With the boar's health bar flashing into the red and showing him the light at the end of the tunnel as he thrust his weapon forward for another push. With this much on the line he pushed away the war torn memories in order to focus on the task at hand. Breathing deeply and slowing the thundering of his heart as more adrenaline flooded his blood pushing forward the fight or flight response.

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BD-6
Mob-1
Izzrikl 19/20 Boar 4/15

Releasing a deep breath as the boar charged him and without conscious thought he stepped to the side and pressed the tip of his spear into the boars flank and an angry red rift opened in the creatures digital flesh like cutting open a rare steak. It gave a wounded squeal as it pulled off the broad blade of the spear, looking at him with baleful red eyes and gave a snort pawing the earth as it lunged at him for another pass. Hearing it was like hearing a piece of steel bend and his mind flickered to a memory of fire and pain the same squeal that took his leg and laid him up for several months. Panic and stoic resolve warred as he made to attack the boar once more.

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BD-4
Mob-8
Izzrikl-14/20 Boar 7/15

Lifting the length of the spear enough that's edge carved a red crease along the boars length and filling the air with the shimmer of crimson sparks. His lips peeling back in the beginning of a smile which turned into a grimace as the boars tusks smashed into his abdomen pushing him onto his back. Rolling with the momentum he came up in a crouch narrowing his eyes as he leveled his spear for another attack. Health bar flicking in the orange before surging back into the green by the slimiest of margins. They circled taking each others measure before rushing in again.

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BD-10
Mob-5
Izzrikl 16/20 Boar 7/15

Grunting as his spear lanced forward and glanced off the boars tusk and then jerked back as it's attack bashed into his hip knocking him off balance slightly and setting up for another go. His combat healing pulsing to life and the red slash that had blossomed across his lower half pushing it from almost the size of his hand to a few inches wide. Leveling the spear for a fresh thrust he cleared his head and pushed forward to drive the iron spear tip towards the boars eye. Putting the starting skill points into the Combat healing was paying for itself now as it ensured he wouldn't die right a way because this thing was hitting him harder than he was hitting it. Surprising enough each attack didn't actually hurt, but the startle factor was defiantly something he had to coup with. 

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BD-9
Mob-10
Izzrikl 11/20 Boar 11/15

 Standing with renewed purpose and his boots soles resounded like gun shots on the cobbles as he strode towards the gates of the Town of Beginnings and the out lying fields with their spawning monsters. As far as he was concerned with this game the only way to survive was to fight his way forward and take on progressively harder monsters and level up. Pulling his two handed spear from his back and went hunting for boars. Scanning the fields were teaming with players fighting in desperation or in earnest with the same idea he had. Tightening his grip his peripheral was lit with a flash of light and the hairy pig gave a snort and shook it's tucked head in growing rage. His breathing spiking as adrenalin flooded his system and his fingers gripped the wooden haft of his spear, the boar's health bar blossomed into life and his leg muscles flexed driving him toward his target, and the spear lancing forward.

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BD-3 

CD-2

LD-14

Mob-6 

Izzrikl 14/20  Boar 15/15

  Dylan rubbed his hip as he walked up the stairs to his suburban home and breathed in the early evening air and looked about with a tired smile. The culldasak was alive as families made their way home from work and school filling the air with motors puttering and kids shouting as they walked home. Opening the door he hung his key ring on it's assigned hook and set his folio case next to the intable and cocked an eyebrow at the note slipped under the glass bowl filled with odds and ends.

" Hey honey, I'm out with Diania getting our hair done and we'll probably get drinks after. There's food in the 'fridge when you get hungry. Try not to work too hard I know the Glover Project is taking a lot of your time, and energy. Love you."

His lip quirked as he walked into the kitchen and pulled out the meal she'd left him and a beer as he settled down and sighed as he took the pressure off his left legs. Pulling the pant leg up into a rough cuff he unhooked the brace and slid the prosthetic off and took a paper towel to wipe away the sweat and itch the scarred skin. After finishing the meal and taking the beer into the bed room and picks up the head piece he'd picked up on a whim while he was in New York a few days ago. He wasn't sure about these new VR systems, but he was curiously about this new Sword Art Online game. He'd played a number of RPGs in his young life, but time and life had stolen a large chunk of his free time. He put the helmet like device on and laid back and closed his eyes with a smirk.

Link Start!

 Opening his eyes slowly he looked down and flexed his hands and looked over both his legs. No brace, or phathom feeling of his left calf and he let out a sigh of pleasure as he stepped forward with purpose. Looking about the starting level is a wash of color and personal that show equal  amounts of excitement and hope much the same as his own much younger looking persona. He kept his hair slightly grey, but he tried to keep it as close to how he figured he would look in his 20-30's. He stepped out of the flow of traffic through the towns roads and fiddled with the menu. Seemed to be an advanced menu set up that we was use to from his days in the Core. He frowned at the memory of tinkering with the annoying pieces of tech that didn't always function as well as they were advertised. He selected the breast plate and the spear from his inventory and equipped them. He rolled his shoulders as he adjusted to the sudden feeling of being encased in armor, and even pulled the long spear off his back and then replacing it without any further testing. Walking about he passes several merchants selling the same starter equipment and other items that he wasn't able to purchase at this time. Shrugging he made to leave to go out into the fields where people were busy testing out their skills on the local boar population, but as he watched his vision was blurred with the sudden blur of light and then he was in the mix of his fellow players and the sky had taken on a crimson hue that reminded him of fresh spilled blood. Seeing that brought long set aside memories to the surface and  a cold sweat broke out on his skin as he watched. The giant hooded form that claimed to be the games inventor and suddenly it was like being back in that hospital bed all over again, but inside of finding out he'd lost a limb instead he was finding out he was trapped in a world that would kill him out of nothing more than cold hearted spite. His heart siezed as it sank in that he would be trapped here while his body was left in the real world along with his work, and his family. What would his wife do when she came home to find him laid out on the bed, the helmet plugged in, and unresponsive. He started to have a moment of panic set in as he thought of her coming home drunk and pulling the helmet off not realizing she would kill him in the process. Looking around he saw many people having the same reactions, some pulling themselves together, or Simply not reacting at all. Swallowing the lump in his throat he willed himself to remain calm and pushed back the panic and despair. Slowly he pushed his way through the crowd and found a bench to sit on and take stock of his situation. Rubbing his temples he wrestled down the dark emotions that were welling up with the knowledge of his imprisonment, but something props itself up in the darkest corner of his mind. Breathing slowly his panic is pushed down and is replaced by something steely and uncompromising in it's desire to survive in this place.

 
 
Profile
Username: Izzrikl
Real name:Dylan Miller
Age:58
Gender:Male
Height: 5' 11

About: History/personality
 Dylan was born in The urban sprawl of Alabama. Growing up Dylan was not trouble maker, but was often pulling friends out of tight spots when he could. Even so He found himself in a situation where it was either tell the local sherif who'd vandalized the principles home or take the rap himself. Caught between loyalty and self preservation he kept his silence and was suspended for several weeks. Dylan's Father was a member of the local Newspaper and sat him down away from his fuming mother and asked him for the truth. They talked and his father told him that loyalty was a good thing so long as it was never misplaced or abused. 

 Highschool saw him graduate and join the service as a Marine. Trained as an engineer he built and developed for the war machine on several deployments before disaster changed his life forever. Insurgents left a nasty surprise for troop convoys and the ATC his squad was riding in was sent up and over in the blast of an IED.  At the age of 23 Dylan was introduced into a world of pain and fear before he passed out. He woke up in a base hospital laid up in a bed and groggy as he tried to understand what had happened. Shock and rage filled him as he discovered just how high a price had been paid when he saw his left leg capped off below the knee and scarred from the vehicle crash and rescue after. Shock was cushioned by the support of his family and fellow marines as he made his road to recovery. 

 When Sword Art Online was set to launch Dylan had rejoined the world as a successful engineer and innovator in the business world and his kids were mostly grown up even as advancing years started to curl their cold fingers in his bones. Safice to say that when he logged in and discovered like so many other that the logout was no longer working he panicked like the rest. Rage, fear, and finally came to a place of clarity in the maelstrom like he was back in the MCU out pounding pavement and bringing the hammer down. Here he had both his legs, and while he wasn't carrying modern firepower it wasn't like he was defenseless here. 

Virtues:
Stoic- Dylan isn't fearless, but refuses turn away from poor or overwhelming odds. Dylan's martial training has allowed him to overcome emotion to a degree and have clarity during times of duress. Dylan's great expression of his Stoic nature is best shown during his years of intense rehabilitation and again when he was sealed inside SAO refusing to let fear control him.

Loyal- Dylan's trust is not just simply given and something to be treated lightly. His devotion is ferrous and iron clad until that trust is torn down and tossed away.  Friends and Family  above all else because those are all that's worth anything in this life.

Honest- Dylan has a direct moral standing to play it as straight as possible. Coupled with military life to up hold integrity to the highest degree possible. This doesn't mean that he won't lie, but that unless given cause to he'll be as truthful as the situation allows.

Flaws:

Stubborn- Being a ground pounding grunt Dylan can display a level of focus that can make even the immovable object flinch. This isn't to say that he won't listen to reason, but pride sometimes gets the better of him. Firm focus and belief in his own abilities can lead to him standing in the face of terrible odds that a wiser man might retreat from to fight another day or more advantageous positioning.

Blunt-Dylan's integrity and personality have a nasty side effect when speaking to others. Dylan is a plain speaker and will never sugar coat what he says and while he won't be intentionally rude or abrasive. Dylan has no love for talking around what needs to be said or people who won't say what they mean or want.

Arrogant-  Combat trained and wise in the ways of the world Dylan can't claim to be bullet proof, but having survived real combat, and being one of the older players in SAO means that respect isn't something he needed to earn. Regardless there is a measure of self importance that comes with being a combat veteran. Depending on the situation he's more likely to ignore or talk down to anyone he sees as being worthless, or not properly giving the respect he's earned in the line of duty.

Profession

Skills
Non-combat:
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Passive:
»Combat Healing-1

Combat:T

Weapon skills:
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Inventory

Col-1,025

Crafting materials-5

Uncommon Consumable
Weapons/Tools:
»Two Handed Iron Assault Spear

Iron Breast Plate

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Fresh Start and Old Nightmares (SP-FL1) <Complete>
Pest Control (SP-FL1) <Complete>
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