the improviser

gamer. muc staff wielder. wilderness hater. Cataclysmic researcher.

Male

23

140lb

6'

Dirty Blonde

Bald, he always had his hair catching fire

none

dark green

C.A.T Human, perfectly generic

Blue, again one of his experiments (this time with dye) went wrong.

tall, thin, gangly

green hoodie, and leather armor [under sweater over pants]

exhausted, speaks curtly, eats ramann, likes tea, has a fake smile for friends. cracks jokes to deal with stress.

the acquisition of true knowledge, and maybe discover something new along the way.

Is in constant search of knowledge, as a result he can get lost in research sometimes for days at a time. This means he forgets to eat or sleep. He can also get his priorities mixed up when discovering something new.

Hates stuck up muc users with a passion, is buddies with alchemists.

improvisation, sometimes he is called the "professional improviser" by his friends because he always comes up with the most amazing stuff at the last second. He has never lost a round of space invaders to anyone.

researching ancient people, playing video games, and researching everything else

"if it can speak it deserves a chance to live and grow, however if it hurts anyone by killing a person it must be put under guard" " Charge!!!! slips on ice and dodges attack which causes the enemy to be knocked out by their own attack... that still counts right?" Is a nice guy who is very competitive, would die for friends, and befriends non threatening monsters. Dangerously curious.

has ADHD and PTSD from when he accidentally killed his parents with an ary experiment.

believer in the god of luck

Is an professional researcher, is brought on cave trips to read ancient writing and to properly excavate samples. He is part of the individual party, even though it has no political power.

'Master' leather worker, researcher

light green

favorite drink: tea and energy drinks
favorite food: top ramen no competition

An burned walking stick from when his parents were still around, it reminds him to always second guess himself.

The staff of ... videogames, battle potions, and any improvisational weapons lying around

A lightning parrot.

Professional gamer, is a contract researcher

477a.e.

got out of colledge at age 16, created muc staff at 18, memorized all spells at 19, learned to fight with a staff/improve at 20, mastered battle alchemy at 22, became a master leatherworker and improved staff at 23.

"An urban legend, it is said that he is capable of taking down the dragon but refuses to because 'the dragon is nice'. When he comes across a hospital he gives out all his pure healing potions."

when Terren was 8 his family was killed by one of his rogue experiments, Meridya Fett found him and taught him how to teach himself. She was a true mentor, her favorite quote is "give a man a fish and he'll starve, teach a man to fish and he'll always be fed". When Terren's mentor died he took the necklace and took his place. This was when he was 10, after surviving via running Meridya's shop for 2 years he got accepted into a trade boarding school for leather working. Once his education and staff was done he began to research the continents past before the explosion. For this he was ostracized from society and forced to work as a contract researcher just to get by.

N/A

is a conundrum, he is not in the prophecy never was. And yet he saved the town from destruction more times than he can count, helped more people, and has more skills. Why then is the king's son still superior?