Name: Test Subject 42-1
Mug: See above
Sprite:
Race: Homunculus
Class: Priest Trainee -> Butler -> Bodyguard (Probably)
Character Skill: Counter
Affinity: Unknown
Personal Fault: Forgive My Failure As A Butler: When healing a downed character, Test Subject 42-1 regains only half the normal amount of HP from Live to Serve.
Personal Skills: Pardon Me But You Appear To Be Leaking: When healing a character with less than 50% HP, healing power is increased by 5.
Preferred Stats: RES, LCK
Weapon Profs: Staff (E)
Total Level: 1
Level: 1
HP: 15 (+2) (85%)
STR: 2 (40%)
MAG: 3 (40%)
SKL: 1 (+2) (50%)
LCK: 4 (50%)
DEF: 1 (10%)
RES: 6 (10%)
SPD: 5 (45%)
CON: 3
AID: 2
MOV: 4
Bio: Many years ago, in the kingdom of Penultia, there lived a strange old man in a strange old tower. To the people in nearby communities, he was considered a madman. Perhaps he was, for his goal was nothing more or less than to recreate the power of Demons and Goddesses alike: the creation of new forms of life!
This was, of course, no easy undertaking. Since the goddesses refused to help him, and the Demon King would have eaten him on sight, the old man had to make his techniques up as he went along. Starting with sticks and mud, then slowly working through more...esoteric materials, the mad alchemist created and abandoned forty-one prototypes. Most of these prototypes were completely lifeless, while an unlucky few were soulless husks that made even Blobs look lively. The alchemist continued his work.
Then finally, on the forty-second attempt, success! Of a sort. While the new homunculus could breathe and speak and think, he was completely devoid of personality and seemed to display no emotion whatsoever. It was almost like the old man had created a Revivian by accident! When the homunculus asked, in a perfectly neutral tone, what he had been created for, the answer was simple:
"To serve me, your master!"
To his credit, the homunculus (Designated 42-1; the forty-second attempt and the first success case) embraced his duties with something approximating enthusiasm. 42-1 served his old master to the very best of his abilities for all of five months, when the alchemist got a little too enthusiastic experimenting with a mix of saltpeter, charcoal, and sulfur. The resulting mortar-induced explosion reduced the alchemist (and his lab) to ashes.
When the homunculus finally dug himself out of the rubble, he found himself completely alone, in a high-level land with nothing but salt plains in all directions. His master was dead. What was he to do?
"I shall find a new master!"
Grabbing a healing staff that somehow avoided destruction, 42-1 picked a random direction and started walking. This was, sadly, the exact opposite of the nearest settlement.
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