Symphoria - Artyom Kott

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Name: Artyom Kott
Age: 27
Height: 5’8”
Race: Half-elf
Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Courier/Mailman
Division: Staccato
Hometown: Ravel Bolero ( usually wanders about working )
Voice: Dragon Age 2 - Fenris
Themes: Dead to the World /Rage or Battle

Class: Scout
Weapon: The Crowfather (scythe - swaps up into an amp with the aid of lightning)
A sharpened metal scythe, decorated with the feathers of dark birds. A switch hidden in the wood causes the metal to split open like a mouth. The odd device inside is then used to amplify the user’s voice tenfold with the help of lightning magic.
Brawl Style:
Artyom fights as aggressively as possible, never allowing his attacker to catch a breath. But if that falls through, he’s never ashamed to run for cover - only to return with more attacks, spicing the battle up with some magic if need be. Unlike his nature, he’s pretty showy

Skills:

[[ Intimidate ]] [[ Survivalism ]] [[ Heal ]] [[ Climb ]] [[ Tumble ]]

- Razor edge // Uses the scythe to cut at the air, launching three consecutive energy waves.
- Crazy Train // An insanely fast but short dash toward a target - can be used while running. 
- Hatredcopter // User stands his ground and spins the scythe around quickly, creating a sort of shield made of wind. Has been trying to use it offensively.
- Moshstomp // Drops his whole body to the ground from a height, creating a wave of energy around him.
- Chaos bark // Uses the amp-type compartment in his scythe to turn up his voice - basically shouting electricity or darkness waves that are used to stun and debilitate.

Magic:

  Fire 2
  Lightning 5
  Earth 3
  Wind 5
  Dark 5

Stats:

STR - 16
DEF - 4
MAG - 8
STA - 16
SPD - 24
ACC - 11

Jaded by years spent picked on and alone, he’s become somewhat bitter about people and society. He barely talks to anyone outside of his employers. When he does try to speak to someone in length, he locks up and becomes very awkward. Due to this shyness, he tends to avoid speaking unless he absolutely has to.

His view on life is very gloomy. He rarely ever sees much in life to be happy about. This dark appearance continues to paint him as someone who is frightening and violent.

Away from prying eyes, he is deeply sensitive and spends a lot of his time admiring the scenery and writing. A giving soul, Artyom will hand his money to beggars and orphans without much thought.

Likes: poetry, birds, delivering presents, darkness, listening to songs, exploring, stormy days.
Dislikes: starting conversations, being cornered, sunburn, thieves, being alone.

History:
Left nameless at the doorstep of an orphanage as an infant in Ravel Bolero, he grew up not really knowing where he had come from. He wasn’t even aware of his mixed blood until the other children began to pull at his oddly protruding ears. They’d make fun of his bright blue eyes and fair skin and beat him till he turned blue.

After some time, he learned that they couldn’t pull his ears if he ran faster than they did. So he’d run away each morning and explore the dusty town he’d assumed he was born in. Artyom would return late at night and would only get in trouble. The caretakers of the orphanage never treated him too harshly, though. They were the people that first found him his first job - they said “If you like running so much - why don’t you help pass around the cities messages?” and the dark haired boy nodded and set off the next morning.

It wasn’t long before the post office of Ravel Bolero was inquiring about him by name to deliver their private letters. As he grew, the places he would get sent to would get further and further - he'd get sent to small settlements, distant farms and even nobles estates. Because of his usual absence in his youth, he was never adopted and raised himself.

Eventually, his job became the risky business of the transporting of expensive goods. A courier, running on foot faster than most to deliver something precious. He still delivers the usual mail when he gets the chance to and quite enjoys the ‘downtime’.

Artyom doesn’t really have a home and finds it hard to make any sort of connections to anyone due to a job that has him moving almost every day. Although, he still feels as if he owes his orphanage and sends a hefty amount of his money to the place - leaving him pretty poor.

Other Info:

♪ Yes that is a ton of eyeliner.
♪ He is very honest and reliable when trusted with something important.
♪ His poetry oozes his inner tortured soul! (in other words it’s real bad, so, so bad)
♪ Although his ears don’t come to a point, he’s sure that he’s a half-elf due to his speed and build. 
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RP deets:
Skype, Google Docs, emails... maybe notes?  

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_{Hahah I really wanted to join a group... ;w; So happy I made him cos I'm missing me some roleplays!
Isn't he the prettiest gloomcloud?!
MAN I MISSED DRAWING AHHH!!}