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Mooch.
9/11 x902
22
5' 5"
168 lbs
Hawks Talons
Male
Aesexual
Guild Master.
appearance
Mooch's appearance can be described as Messy, unkept, busy, uncaring, or just plain lazy. Overall each of these traits is correct. His raggedy brown hair, bares copper, and blonde tints and is rarely washed, and never brushed, instead he simply cuts it short again when it gets too long. His hazel eyes bare almost no interest in everyday life short of something technical or interesting to him, lingering deep within them is a sense of loathing and distaste with life and its lack of meaning, his face baring a dark appearance due to his intense lack of sleep. His face is cleanshaven which remains possibly the only thing he may do to make himself look decent, however he claims it's because when he hit puberty he invented a device to remove the facial hair completely with no chance of growing back.
His physical fitness is hard to determine, his figure is "Lacking" although he is formerly of the Vallish military so he clearly has some format of training and muscle tone. His primary stance is relaxed, and carefree, even in the face of hostile intent he remains "Cool as a cucumber".
His style of clothing remains as perplexing as his hygienic care, normally wearing the same clothes for days if not weeks, possibly to avoid having to clean them as long as he avoids cleaning himself. His normal excuse being he has no time for those things, things need to get done. Even if he is wearing new clothes he never goes out without his purple jacket, as not only is it his "Safety Blanket" its also his "Sense of Identity"
Mooch's personality is easy to understand, however his way of thinking and train of logic is hard to understand and possibly impossible to comprehend fully. Sometimes coming off as hard pressed, and confusing to talk to simply because of the way his sentence structure falls apart at times, and while the sentence will make sense to him, sometimes it makes none to anyone else in the conversation unless they all know him well.
Personality wise, Mooch only cares about his friends, and second to that himself. He values the lifestyles of his friends first and foremost, and will honorably admit he would sacrifice himself for one of them. While being the head of a dark guild, he doesnt admitedly "Like" doing illegal things for profit, however he has no love of the Templars, or the laws they make to do such things. Especially those focusing on the practice and study of banned, illegal, forbidden, and destructive types of magic, and as such feels that its absolutely necessary to do the things the Hawks Talons do to get ahead in life. In essence he views his guild is a necessary evil, one not above helping the public citizen, for profit. However as they're not officially recognized as a guild, most members will lie about which guild they are actually in to steal guild jobs from the other guilds. He has even go so far as to forge the other guilds guild tattoos in order to get away with it.
He views himself as an idiot with a hunch, and while everyone else around him praises him as smart, he refuses to acknowledge it most the time. Believing himself to be either extremely lucky when it comes to the things he gets away with, or blaming those around him for the things that go right, a lot of the time taking none of the credit and giving out the credit to where he feels it is due. While Pacifistic in nature and against violence, he isn't above cracking skulls when it is needed, and will defend himself if he feels it is necessary, even if he hates it.
There is however also a side of Mooch that he doesn't like, a more angry violent side that he keeps locked up in the deepest deep part of his persona. He is stubborn in the pursuit of his goals, and if he makes a promise to someone, he will fight tooth and nail to keep that promise until he knows 100% that he cant do it.
history
Mooch was born in Valland as a lowborn commoner. His father was a failure in life, and he took it out on the child throughout his growth. His mother was a highly intellectual engineer under the employ of the power company, and she tried to take care of him as much as she could. He grew up sheltered, and without friends during his youth. Eventually leaving homeschooling to head to an academy like other children. There he was the shun of the youths, finding things to come to easily to him and teachers to look at him like he was a genius. As a result he grew to hate attention of any sort, and yet crave praise as much as he could. In this weird limbo of avoiding the spot light but wanting to accomplish something meaningful he attempted to become a royal engineer when he grew up. While he became a rightful apprentice, and was trained in many things required of him, the vallish empire was falling apart, and while it did so did its structure. He fell in between the political cracks, soon found himself jobless, and learned to live on the side of the streets indefinitely.
Eventually the 2nd war with Fiore was to begin, and in an effort to put his life back together he joined the Vallish millitary. It was the last hope the entire empire had of putting the peices of itself back together, and just like everything else in the mans life, it fell apart brick by steaming brick. The war was a failure, Fiore's "Hero's" were too strong, and they in a combined effort finished tearing the empire's fundamental building blocks down upon itself. Left alone, in a foreign nation, with his homeland torn apart, he learned about Fiore's "Magic Council". They held all of the magical knowledge in this place, or at least as much as they could without being torn down due to possessing too much power. Mooch attempting throwing his hand in that hat under an alias, then watched in horror as the entire system not only banned the study and use of forbidden magic, but then was promptly torn apart by the people who built it for possessing too much power. That was simply the last straw for him, and he swore off working with a system already in place.
It was quite obvious there was no place for him that already existed, so he decided he would make a new place. A place in Fiore, where no one cared what anyone did, where there was the privilege to study things one wanted to study, and do things one wanted to do. However in order to build such a place one needed a positive financial situation, and his was absolute zero. So he decided he had to fix that, and to that ends established the Hawks Talon's, a dark guild where the only rule is "Make profits, not war" Naturally the idea was a hit with the thieves and such who roamed the Fiorian underworld. While the guild isn't as large as he had hoped it would become over the years, only having a few "Official" members, its still better than the nothing he had before, and he knows since its short knit, that they're practically family.
But still, there almost no honor amongst thieves.
Primary Magic
Name: Principalitus Limitus Aetheric Theoretical Engineering. (Or Plate) Description: As a genius prodigy born of the Valland empire, Mooch has a few interesting stockpiles of information in the relation of manipulating the primal flow of magic. As such this makes his magic inventive, unpredictable, and versatile. He relies on his own personal hodjpodj of inventions and gizmo's to create effects that he deem's reliable, then stores them away to call upon them later via other machinery. Overall the entire combination is a little "Volatile" even to him, as everything he "Invents" is Aethericly linked to him, it only works for him, if it even works at all.
Signature Ability
Name: Automatic Assembly. Element: Unaligned. Description: With a quick manipulation of the Aether around him, he is capable of building a single hand held device capable of a single elemental effect, with absolutely no use of his hands. This allows him to keep up the tempo in a fight with someone with alot more potent magic than what he has (Almost None.) This requires an elemental Lacrima, as well as miscellaneous pieces parts.
