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Character Sheet

User Name: Keiboudita
Number: 142 (One fourty-two)
Favourite spell: Stop
Personality: Having been in the service of Queen Brahne's personal flagship, distrust comes natural to 142. He seldom talks due to this, but when he does, thoughts come hastily to him, mouth acting before the brain.
How Woken: 142 awoke after falling off The Red Rose on her way back from Burmucia.
Skills, traits, etc: Can run pretty damn fast.

Lindblum, Dragons Gate exit: -

It hurts all over, my jacket is covered in the crimson substance ... what is this called? Blood? I am bleeding? Yes I must be. I roll onto my back, looking up into the dusk sky, wondering what I should do now. I killed ... I have killed more then I can count, but somehow it doesn't feel like I did it.

I get the feeling I should move now, something smells funny and I have no idea what to do about it. I stand - at least my legs seem to be alright - and move forwards a few steps, staff in hand. Something pushes through the under growth and I'm instantly alert. I can hear someone humming and a flash of dark purple/blue catches my eyes; I soon spy another mage ... an A type!

A types are rather slow and stupid, lacking in the intelligence that B's and C's have and this one ... somehow seems even more stupid still. "Hi!" Comes his bright greeting, "I'm Mr. 26, who are you?"

This A intends to talk to me? Who does he think he is? He tilts his head to one side ... am I just imagining that he has a small glittering bead attached to his hat? I squint at him and notice he does indeed. "I'm trying to get to Dali, someone sent me to collect our brothers."

I move my left arm and pain shoots through it, 26 obviously notices that I wince. "Oh, you must have broke it." He claims as if this is obvious. "I don't know how to fix it, but if you put your arm like this -" He puts his own left arm into his coat. " - It stops it from hurting as bad."

I try this, there's no reason not to and nod to 26. "Can you talk? It sometimes takes ... you know, time before you can." He looks me over.

"2-75,"

"Well Mr. 275, it's nice to meet you, do you want to come too?"

I look him over again, this A seems to be lacking something and I'm not sure I'll be able to tolerate him for long but there is no harm in staying with another mage, at least I don't think so.

I opened my eyes slowly, I thought I heard a splash-but was I even near water? Standing up, I looked around for where the noise came from. Looking up from the shadow of my hat, I made my way to find .. another mage! I wonder what type he is..!

"Hey!" I shouted, wondering if he heard.

My eyes strayed to the staff in his hands, A type C. I absently wondered where he came from, but that wasn't very important at the moment, "You know where you're going, don't you? Can I come with you? I don't want to be stuck out here all alone!"

I jumped up in excitement, "I'm One fourty-two, I've never seen a Type C before," I asked as I started to walk beside him.

I hopped all type c's weren't this boring, he didn't talk very much. I looked around my surroundings, "Why are we heading towards Dragon Gate?" I asked.