Post by Jandalf on Toast on Jun 25, 2006 20:26:46 GMT -5
The Short Character Sheet!! W00T!!!
Name: Yula Kovacs
Age: 71
Species: Human
Role: Mentor! Yayz!
Height: 5'-3"
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair: Silver-gray in colour with some black still in it, long and tied back at the nape of his neck. It reaches to about between his shoulder blades.
Eyes: Greenish-blue
Gender: Male
Handiness: Ambidextrous
Identifying marks: A scar that runs halfway down his neck from his right earlobe.
Homeworld: Spira
Alignment: Good. But not angelic good. Just...good because he thinks evil is dumb, among a lot of other things.
Typical clothing: Dark brown plain tunic and trousers with boots of a similar colour, bound up a bit, and generally wears an overcloak that, while it used to be black, is now somewhat faded.
Weapon: A metal stave with blades attached to either end. The blades are about a foot in length.
Magic user or not: Nope.
Inventory: His stave, pocket change, no cellphone because he despises the things, and a pipe which he obstinately smokes where he can because he figures he's old enough to get away with it.
Possessions: A small house in Nibelheim.
Weapons: ...Wasn't this asked already? Snrk.
PERSONALITY
Skills:
--Emotional strength: Stoicism and some wit. He's quite level-headed about things
--Physical strength: Having kept himself in shape even while he ages, he possesses a wiry musculature and is deft and quick in movement as well as fighting.
--Skill: Close-range fighting/sparring, and...um...smoking his pipe. XD
Weaknesses:
--Emotional weakness: Intolerant of vagueness and believes complete, blunt honesty is worth causing pain over. Which isn't always a weakness, but he's made enemies because of how free he is with his tongue.
--Physical weakness: Besides being a bit slower and weaker with time, he isn't adept in dealing with magical matters.
--Something you can't do very well: Be nice to people for any real length of time. He usually gets fed up with a boring or ambiguous conversation and makes no secret of it, either. Even so, he still has personal connections around Nibelheim.
History: Yula was orphaned in his early teen years and abandoned the little family he had otherwise to take up mercenary work for a while, where he learned much of what he knows about fighting as well as dealing with people. He eventually got sick and tired of that line of work, so he took up the job of a sparring instructor after some training in his late twenties, teaching both time-honoured skills as well as some of the more effective street-fighting moves. Then he quit after a number of years and moved on to the job of merchant in his late forties, moving between a few of the major city centres. Some time later, he became sick and tired of being a merchant as well and took up the art of smithing in his late fifties, enjoying having relative power over his own financial situation and being his own boss. He just recently grew tired of that trade as well (of course) and has settled down to finally take advantage of the retirement fund he'd been building over the years, as he was not without foresight. He lives a simple live in Nibelheim, preferring not to go through vast sums of money, being something of a miser.
Family members (if known): Mostly dead! And the rest he hasn't seen for sixty years, so he doesn't really bother to care.
Portrait (if you have one):
SAMPLE POSTIE:
Yula sat outside on his porch in the wicker chair he had found at a flea market the other day, leaning back and critically eyeing his pipe. It might be time to get a new one, he reckoned, though he disliked the process of breaking them in, as it were.
Sighing, he tossed it off to the side and gazed speculatively out onto the streets. There had been that kid wandering around (vague reference to the hero character; this can be nulled if so desired) along with the other general activity, and he wondered if he'd see the youngster by again. Retirement tended to be dull at times, after all, and Yula frequently itched for activity of some sort. Besides keeping himself in shape, there wasn't much to do besides crossword puzzles. And Yula hated crossword puzzles.
Okay...if anyone spots any inconsistencies or errors with general FF plot that must be corrected, or should probably be remedied, just let me know! I have an inherent dislike for making things too inaccurate when I could have it otherwise, although I lack the time to do indepth FF research at the moment. I skimmed over some of the basics, anyways. Hopefully this shall work and I'll be able to bluster my way along effectively until Yula gets killed off. ;D
Name: Yula Kovacs
Age: 71
Species: Human
Role: Mentor! Yayz!
Height: 5'-3"
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair: Silver-gray in colour with some black still in it, long and tied back at the nape of his neck. It reaches to about between his shoulder blades.
Eyes: Greenish-blue
Gender: Male
Handiness: Ambidextrous
Identifying marks: A scar that runs halfway down his neck from his right earlobe.
Homeworld: Spira
Alignment: Good. But not angelic good. Just...good because he thinks evil is dumb, among a lot of other things.
Typical clothing: Dark brown plain tunic and trousers with boots of a similar colour, bound up a bit, and generally wears an overcloak that, while it used to be black, is now somewhat faded.
Weapon: A metal stave with blades attached to either end. The blades are about a foot in length.
Magic user or not: Nope.
Inventory: His stave, pocket change, no cellphone because he despises the things, and a pipe which he obstinately smokes where he can because he figures he's old enough to get away with it.
Possessions: A small house in Nibelheim.
Weapons: ...Wasn't this asked already? Snrk.
PERSONALITY
Skills:
--Emotional strength: Stoicism and some wit. He's quite level-headed about things
--Physical strength: Having kept himself in shape even while he ages, he possesses a wiry musculature and is deft and quick in movement as well as fighting.
--Skill: Close-range fighting/sparring, and...um...smoking his pipe. XD
Weaknesses:
--Emotional weakness: Intolerant of vagueness and believes complete, blunt honesty is worth causing pain over. Which isn't always a weakness, but he's made enemies because of how free he is with his tongue.
--Physical weakness: Besides being a bit slower and weaker with time, he isn't adept in dealing with magical matters.
--Something you can't do very well: Be nice to people for any real length of time. He usually gets fed up with a boring or ambiguous conversation and makes no secret of it, either. Even so, he still has personal connections around Nibelheim.
History: Yula was orphaned in his early teen years and abandoned the little family he had otherwise to take up mercenary work for a while, where he learned much of what he knows about fighting as well as dealing with people. He eventually got sick and tired of that line of work, so he took up the job of a sparring instructor after some training in his late twenties, teaching both time-honoured skills as well as some of the more effective street-fighting moves. Then he quit after a number of years and moved on to the job of merchant in his late forties, moving between a few of the major city centres. Some time later, he became sick and tired of being a merchant as well and took up the art of smithing in his late fifties, enjoying having relative power over his own financial situation and being his own boss. He just recently grew tired of that trade as well (of course) and has settled down to finally take advantage of the retirement fund he'd been building over the years, as he was not without foresight. He lives a simple live in Nibelheim, preferring not to go through vast sums of money, being something of a miser.
Family members (if known): Mostly dead! And the rest he hasn't seen for sixty years, so he doesn't really bother to care.
Portrait (if you have one):
SAMPLE POSTIE:
Yula sat outside on his porch in the wicker chair he had found at a flea market the other day, leaning back and critically eyeing his pipe. It might be time to get a new one, he reckoned, though he disliked the process of breaking them in, as it were.
Sighing, he tossed it off to the side and gazed speculatively out onto the streets. There had been that kid wandering around (vague reference to the hero character; this can be nulled if so desired) along with the other general activity, and he wondered if he'd see the youngster by again. Retirement tended to be dull at times, after all, and Yula frequently itched for activity of some sort. Besides keeping himself in shape, there wasn't much to do besides crossword puzzles. And Yula hated crossword puzzles.
Okay...if anyone spots any inconsistencies or errors with general FF plot that must be corrected, or should probably be remedied, just let me know! I have an inherent dislike for making things too inaccurate when I could have it otherwise, although I lack the time to do indepth FF research at the moment. I skimmed over some of the basics, anyways. Hopefully this shall work and I'll be able to bluster my way along effectively until Yula gets killed off. ;D
