ToT- Team Lancer

APPLICATION FOR OFFICIAL GUILD DUTIES

Team Title: Lancer
Join Date: 7/23/2015

Reputation:
--Keepers Rep: 15
         Rank: Warden
--Trackers Rep: 15
         Rank: Explorer
--Scholars Rep: 16
         Rank: Lector
--Artisans Rep: 11
         Rank: Apprentice

Favor: 16

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David
Species: Lucario
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Height: 4'07"
Nature: Adamant; Strongly Defiant
Description: Grew up on Glory’s Peak. David was trained by his parents to be a highly skilled martial artist and knife-fighter, although he tends to fight with a complete disregard for personal safety or injury. This warlike upbringing, combined with a large amount of cynicism that he seems to have just been born with, has left him somewhat antisocial, and he can occasionally come across as a bit rude. Compounding this is the fact that he had only a few friends growing up, and is therefore a bit hazy on the concept of socialization. Samara has been trying to break him out of his shell, with mixed results.

Fighting Style: Hard-hitting and aggressive fighting style, diverse set of attacks, tries to overwhelm his opponents by hitting harder and faster than they can handle. Largely ignores personal injuries.

Ability: Justified
Move 1: Close Combat
Move 2: Ice Punch*
Move 3: Swords Dance
Move 4: Aura Sphere

Distinguishing Features:

Ice-blue eyes
Scar on his cheek (result of a training accident in his youth)
Wears dark gray gambeson (Polar Fleece)
Head shape bears slight resemblance to a Samurott due to ancestry
Red aura powers
About a head taller than the average Lucario.

Inventory:

-Move Tool: Combat Knife
--Description: A silver combat knife. Serrated on one edge, balanced for throwing. Used in conjunction with his hand-to-hand techniques.

Invasive Seeds
Crimson Kunai
Polar Fleece

Samara
Species: Weavile
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Height: 3'05"
Nature: Hasty; Thoroughly Cunning
Description: Brought up on Glory's Peak alongside David, and one of David's only real friends growing up, Samara is charming, flirtatious, and silver-tongued. She has to be, in order to make up for David’s more aloof personality. She’s nowhere near as skilled in combat as her partner, but she makes up for it by fighting dirty. She has a moderate case of kleptomania that she is still trying to get a handle on. She's also extremely impulsive, often dangerously so.

Fighting Style: Flits around sabotaging the enemy. Extremely underhanded fighting style. Can't take a lot of hits.

Ability: Pickpocket
Move 1: Fire Spin*
Move 2: Ice Shard
Move 3: Feint Attack
Move 4: Fake Out

Distinguishing features:

Violet eyes
Wears a navy blue scarf
Petite
Distinctly feline appearance

Inventory:

Bag of Holding (black leather thigh pouch)


Aveline
Species: Floatzel
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Height: 3'07"
Nature: Careful; Often Lost in Thought
Description: Aveline grew up in a military family from [spoilers]. She eventually left home to join the Tabiran guilds, [spoilers]. Upon arriving and passing the entrance exam, she was more or less dragged into team Lancer by Samara. Along with her fighting abilities, she is a decent field medic. People who meet her describe her as 'uptight', and not without cause; she does often get exasperated by the smart remarks of her teammates.

Fighting Style: Uses a lot of defensive techniques and heals downed teammates on the fly. Uses ranged water and ice attacks for suppression purposes. Tends to fare poorly at close range; she's agile enough to dodge but not strong enough to attack with any real force.

Ability: Hydration (makes her immune to status conditions as long as she is in contact with water. Please note that she can generate water at will).
Move 1: Ice Beam
Move 2: Protect
Move 3: Aqua Ring (Can use it on herself or on others)
Move 4: Hydro Pump

Distinguishing Features:

Shiny
Smaller-than-average flotation sac (looks more like a fur pattern)
Gray eyes
Wears a black burlap tunic (occasionally twinkles because of Starry Dye)

Inventory:

First-Aid Kit
Symbol of Charity(charged)
Starry Dye (slathered on tunic)

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Honeycomb Storage:

Spirit of Evolution x1
Spirit of Fellowship x0
Symbol of Temperance (charged)
Knit Shawl
Camera
Red Lotus
Cracked Clay
Mushroom Lantern
Swamp Net
Artisanal Chocolate
Mood Ring
Spare Fireworks
Smoke Bombs (customized)
Dud Potion (aka molotov cocktail)
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Writing Area

The Everspring Road had gotten considerably more dangerous of late. Not that it had ever been a particularly safe way to travel, but these days it was little better than walking straight into a bandit camp. At least there, you knew you were surrounded. On the road, one could never be sure of anything. And of course, if the bandits didn’t come after you, the witches would feel free to take a crack. Traveling these days meant constant paranoia.

Said paranoia was weighing in on Samara right now. They'd come down from Glory's Peak, which had been blockaded by a bandit camp for years. Getting through the bandit camp (read: fighting their way through twenty bandits, and then running like hell out the other side from another fifty) had left both of them with frayed nerves.

“We should be in Tabira by tomorrow” she said, looking at her partner.

David was busy trying to start a fire. He didn’t look up.

“Be glad to get back to civilization” continued Samara. “Looking over my shoulder all the time was starting to…”

Samara was getting the distinct feeling that she was talking to herself.

“David.” She said, tapping him on the head. “You there?”

David looked at her, gave an annoyed look, and otherwise made no response except to continue working on the fire.

Samara sighed. Being David’s friend could get frustrating sometimes.

“Remind me why I travel with you again-” she began, before hearing footsteps behind her. She turned.

Three large bandits, a Conkeldurr, an Ursaring, and a Machamp, had strode into the camp. They looked at the two travelers with disdain.

“Alright, both of you. Valuables on the ground, and then put your hands behind your heads” said the Machamp, who appeared to be the leader.

Samara looked at David. The Riolu studiously ignored the bandits and kept working on the fire.

Time to stall.

“We’re a couple of random travelers” said Samara. “We have no valuables.”

The Conkeldurr pointed its club at David. Specifically, at the silver knife strapped to David’s chest. “Wot ‘bout dat, den?”

“Mere polished steel” lied Samara. “Completely worthless.” The bandits seemed to accept that.

“Okay” said the Machamp. “But there’s still the matter of the toll. This is our territory, you know.”

“I… didn’t know” said Samara. “But I honestly don’t see what we could provide you.”

“Sure there is” said the Machamp, an unsettling grin on his face. He started advancing on her. “Slaves are always-AAAAAAGGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!”

David was suddenly hanging on the Machamp’s back, knife stuck in the bandit’s shoulder. David yanked the knife out while hitting the Machamp with a Hi Jump Kick, sending the bandit careening into his Ursaring associate.

“Git offa me!” shouted the Ursaring. The Machamp tried, but wasn’t having any luck. David had stabbed him in just the right place to disable both left arms.

The Conkeldurr roared, and swung his club at David. David would have undoubtedly been severely inconvenienced had the bandit still been holding the club.

As the Conkeldurr stared, uncomprehendingly, at his empty hand, Samara tapped him on the shoulder.

“Looking for this?” She swung.

The next morning, the three bandits woke up, tied together.

Twelve miles down the road, Samara and David started to catch sight of Tabira.

“Take us maybe an hour to get there” said David.

“Yeah.” She said. “Race you?”

David cracked one of his rare smiles. “Sure.”