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Tobias Boone, the Classy Musician

Previous Name: Evidence Contraire
Previous Gender: Male
Previous Age: 23
Previous Appearance: 5’9, short blonde hair, dark coloured tuxedo vests with a light coloured long sleeved shirt and dark dress pants. White.
Background Story: A poor but proud street musician, Evidence Contraire (his parents had an odd sense of humour) was also eternally optimistic, certain that his chance to make it big was just around the corner. His childhood was less than spectacular; while Evin was named as the evidence of his parents love for each other, he himself felt like he was just an object to them. They didn’t ever neglect him in terms of food, money, etc. However, Evin was never able to impress them, or even get them to notice him. It wasn’t until a friend convinced him to play piano in a high school talent show that he realized the problems lay not in his own lack of skill and effort, but in his parent’s lack of interest. A competent pianist as well as a expert violinist, Evidence (call me Evin) made enough money as a street performer to own a small studio apartment and keep himself clothed in fairly stylish clothing, (tux vests and white collar shirts, generally) due to his excellent skill and an uncanny ability to both charm his audience and play songs from memory. One cold day, after making next to no money due to the lack of people walking about, he was robbed for his violin and cash on the way home. Said robbery involved 3 knife wounds to the chest, and kick to the head. As he fell to the ground, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a flood of all his suppressed bitterness at missed chances, both perceived and real, and with regret for not taking the many opportunities he was given to perform.

Current Name: Tobias Boone
Current Gender (if different from above): Still Male
Current Age: 17
Personality: Optimistic, but street-smart. Perfectly happy to have a joke made at his expense, as long as it’s funny.
Current Appearance: Essentially the same clothing as before, but of sturdier materials, and with bigger pockets. Hair is dark brown (tinted purple), and he wears a pair of goggles (for his own amusement, he chose steampunk style airman’s goggles) to keep the smoke from his gun out of his eyes.

Likes/Dislikes: Good Music (basically anything but screamo), video games, classy outfits, and books. Also dragons. They’re pretty neat./Hard Rock/Metal (with a few exceptions) people playing off key, and people with shitty grammar. Low quality grammar is fine, but if you’re clearly not even trying to make sense….

Fears: snakes, bugs, and upper level maths.    Algebra is okay but Calculus and Trig… Screwing up a piece he thought he knew well in front of an audience, and people genuinely believing him to be a poor musician, and telling him so, can occasionally put him into a nervous feedback loop that will lead to practicing for days with little rest. People pretending to genuinely believe he is a poor musician, on the other hand, are quite entertaining to him.

Berserk Buttons: Anyone trying to insist that his favorite books are trash, or that people screaming or just saying words really fast is actually music.

Favorite Things: Billy Joel, The Beatles, Civilization games, and various fantasy or realistic fiction books.


Caste: Woodseed
Weapon (Has both melee and ranged modes): Staff/Springfield M1866. Looks more like a staff, but it definitely is also an Allin gun. Also carries around a violin (generally slung behind him, hence the rifle/staff) which he uses for his Psyche ability
Psyche (Ability that's unique to the student): Music of the Ainur
Toby can, either with an instrument, his voice, or by whistling, do various different magical things as long as he can think of an appropriate song, and perform it properly. For example, a quality performance of the James Bond theme or Snake Eater (Orchestral) will provide massive boosts to both stealth and accuracy/CQC ability.

Caste bonuses: Rogue's Smarts, Hunter's Sense
Debuff: Temper

Acquired Skills: None

Acquired Items/Totems:Carlo Lamberti Master Series Violin, with case and sling.

Current Q-Gems: 3 (+1 capacity every five levels)

Current Status Effects:

Might: 4
Fortitude: 3
Endurance: 3
Accuracy: 7
Agility: 6
Stealth: 6
Perception: 6
Intelligence: 5
Charisma: 5
Willpower: 2

this is the modified one.

Kosak Durar:

"Petit... hair... man? When this mission is over we are going to fight. And I will show you the power of my fists. Until then? We will see if you truly have "tactical acumen". Noble."

((Ah, is it? Is this a browser issue? Because it looks fine on Firefox. FAKEEDIT: Oh, wait, you mean you're using the light skin, right? I've been using darkling for so long I almost forgot what the forums look without it.))

"Hah! Her? She's neither. She's the 'Queen' of the Silver, though we do have some... debates about the matter, to put it lightly. As for the weather... I guess you'll find out, won't you?" he adds with a laugh.
He snaps his fingers and shadowfire rises out of the ground, its flames surrounding you in a cage of darkness. A second later the flames recede and you find yourself in what could best be described as a padded coffin. Before you have time to panic, Charlie's head pokes through the wall.
"Ah! Almost forgot!"
He tosses you a flip-phone.
"There's a kid named Icarus there. Be a dear and put him on, will you?"
Roger also pokes her head through the wall and looks at Charlie.
"You should had told him to ask for last name Nass, first name Ama."
"Eh, I liked my joke better."
"No respect for the classics." Roger complains as Charlie drags him out.

And then you're off and for a few minutes there's nothing but tumbling around. Then there's nothing for a few more minutes, giving you some time to calm down. Just as you are starting to get bored, the thing unexpectedly throws you against a wall and starts tumbling again. You feel the clang of metal hitting upon metal and then the box begins vibrating on top of tumbling around. You're starting to think this is just another test or maybe just some sick torture when it finally stops and the lid opens.

You crawl out, eager to get as far away from the thing as possible. Outside you are greeted by four men in black unigorms that match yours. One is holding a shotgun and has a book dangling from his waist, one has a dark vortex floating above him, one is a stereotypical dwarf and one is a boy with golden rectangular metal plates floating behind him, forming wings.

This room is filled with large cylinders, a thin layer of frost clinging on them. Maybe some sort of freezer? You're so disoriented by the constant flipping around it takes you a few seconds to realize you're not feeling the pull of gravity.