Post by Sam on Jun 14, 2021 12:21:28 GMT -5
Clover Sendwhick
Other Names: Mr. Sandwich, Idiot Sandwhich (He hates these)
Epithet:
Height: 16'0
Build: Lankey, Slim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Mink
Occupation: Yakuza, Shipwright, Gladiator (Former)
Bounty/Rank: 7,500,000
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Favorite Food: Apples
Associated Smell: N/A
Associated Animal: Maned Wolf
Associated Country: United States (California)
Associated Color: Sugar Cookie #F3EAAF
Associated Element: Air
Total X-Poinz: 300 xpz
Total Used X-Poinz: 225 xpz
{Full XPz Breakdown}
Earned X-Poinz Record
+300 xpz (Starter X-Poinz)
- 50 xpz (Underdog - R2 Tech)
- 75 xpz (Underdog: Raiju - R2 Tech Upgrade)
- 50 xpz (Left Hook - R1 Tech)
- 50 xpz (Dog Fight Attack - R1 Tech)
Rebate Poinz
▪︎Ruff n Tuff
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▪︎Physical Appearance: Clover is rather tall standing at 16 foot. Being a maned wolf mink he is covered in golden and brown fur. His hair or mane is wild, brown, and slicked back. His eyes are obscured by a pair of black sunglasses which cover up his missing left eye... over which stands a massive scar.
▪︎Attire: To describe Clover as a drunken businessman in terms of clothing would be apt. He wears a white tattered dress shirt that's half tucked in and a flimsy tie which isn't even tied up properly. Along with this he wears a pair of dark blue pants and a pair of black dress shoes.
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Personnel File
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▪︎ Cunning Canine. Being forced to live for himself from a young age, Clover was essentially forced to learn how to deal in cunning and crafty ways. Not only is he good at tricks but he is also able to see right through them.
▪︎ Sailor Mouth. Growing up around the wrong crowd Clover has picked up a lot of unsavory words and he isn't afraid of saying them outloud. This crude vocabulary only serves to accentuate his crude personality.
▪︎ Flirty. Clover is quite the flirt, or at least he believes himself to be. The truth is whenever he flirts with ladies he more often than not ends up making himself look like a total dork. Of course, this doesn't stop him from trying again and again. Maybe he'll have luck eventually?
▪︎ Wrathful. Losing his only family member from early on left heavy scars on Clover's heart. He had no guidance, no one to properly teach him how to control his emotions. As such he is prone to wrathful outburst whenever someone gets on his nerves.
▪︎Fickle. Plans are meant to be broken as are alliances. That's simply the way of the street. Trusting anyone to have your back in such a world is a foolish move and Clover holds onto this way of thought. He doesn't trust anyone and doesn't expect anyone to trust him.
▪︎ Sailor Mouth. Growing up around the wrong crowd Clover has picked up a lot of unsavory words and he isn't afraid of saying them outloud. This crude vocabulary only serves to accentuate his crude personality.
▪︎ Flirty. Clover is quite the flirt, or at least he believes himself to be. The truth is whenever he flirts with ladies he more often than not ends up making himself look like a total dork. Of course, this doesn't stop him from trying again and again. Maybe he'll have luck eventually?
▪︎ Wrathful. Losing his only family member from early on left heavy scars on Clover's heart. He had no guidance, no one to properly teach him how to control his emotions. As such he is prone to wrathful outburst whenever someone gets on his nerves.
▪︎Fickle. Plans are meant to be broken as are alliances. That's simply the way of the street. Trusting anyone to have your back in such a world is a foolish move and Clover holds onto this way of thought. He doesn't trust anyone and doesn't expect anyone to trust him.
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Appearance
▪︎Physical Appearance: Clover is rather tall standing at 16 foot. Being a maned wolf mink he is covered in golden and brown fur. His hair or mane is wild, brown, and slicked back. His eyes are obscured by a pair of black sunglasses which cover up his missing left eye... over which stands a massive scar.
▪︎Attire: To describe Clover as a drunken businessman in terms of clothing would be apt. He wears a white tattered dress shirt that's half tucked in and a flimsy tie which isn't even tied up properly. Along with this he wears a pair of dark blue pants and a pair of black dress shoes.
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Inhuman Strength
Mink Starting Trait #1
Inhuman Toughness
Mink Starting Trait #2
Fur Coat
Mink Starting Trait #3
Flammable Fur
Mink Starting Trait #4
Electro
Mink Starting Trait #5
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Name: Ruff n' Tuff
Focus: Power Attacks, Kick Boxing, Electro
Class: E
Description:
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Combat Data
}Traits
Inhuman Strength
Mink Starting Trait #1
Thanks to natural bulk or intense training regimes, you have physical might that far surpasses the human norm. You can lift boulders and other great weights that no normal man could hope to.
Inhuman Toughness
Mink Starting Trait #2
Your natural tolerance to pain, bulk or armour protects you from damage to an extent, allowing you to persevere through injuries that would cripple or incapacitate anyone else. Just remember, you’re not indestructible!
Fur Coat
Mink Starting Trait #3
Clover has thick orange fur that glistens in the sunshine. It also serves the more functional purpose of keeping him warm in cold climates. This makes him particularly resistant to cold and freezing based attacks.
Flammable Fur
Mink Starting Trait #4
Covered head to toe in thick, fluffy orange fur makes things a little hot. Clover is fine in temperate climates, but hot climates make him want to melt. In turn this also makes Clover especially vulnerable to heat or flame based attacks, which prey on that weakness.
Electro
Mink Starting Trait #5
The fur of Minks has the special property that it accumulates electrostatic energy quite easily. So easily, in fact, that the Mink Tribe have developed techniques around it and uses it actively to fight. Clover shares this trait with the rest of his fellow Minks. Techniques that use Electro have their Rank increased by 1, with Electro itself being treated like an Aspect.
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Fighting Styles
Name: Ruff n' Tuff
Focus: Power Attacks, Kick Boxing, Electro
Class: E
Description:
A style of kickboxing developed by Clover. It involves swift and powerful attacks which take of advantage of his long limps for increased reach. It also incorporates electro his naturally in built ability to discharge static electricity.
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Name:– Underdog
Fighting Style:– Ruff n' Tuff
Rank:– 1
Description:– Clover clenches his fist tightly and goes for a powerful uppercut. He usually does this attack in conjunction with some sort of fient attack and more often than not is his finisher move.
Name:– Underdog: Raiju
Fighting Style:– Ruff n' Tuff
Rank:– 2
Description:– An upgrade of Underdog! This powerful uppercut now is empowered by a burst of electro capable of stunning the enemy for a few seconds after the strike. Similar to its previous incarnation this is usually used as a finisher move.
Name:– Left Hook
Fighting Style:– Ruff n' Tuff
Rank:– 1
Description:– Clover does a powerful left hook, usually as a fient attack against his oppent and a set up for his uppercut move which he uses to finish them off. The intent behind this attack is to overwhelm the oppenent with the barrage of attacks.
Name:– Dog Fight Fist
Fighting Style:– Ruff n' Tuff
Rank:– 1
Description:– Clover sends out a flurry of punches at high speeds, this flurry of attacks is so fast that they leave after images of themselves.
Techniques
}Name:– Underdog
Fighting Style:– Ruff n' Tuff
Rank:– 1
Description:– Clover clenches his fist tightly and goes for a powerful uppercut. He usually does this attack in conjunction with some sort of fient attack and more often than not is his finisher move.
Name:– Underdog: Raiju
Fighting Style:– Ruff n' Tuff
Rank:– 2
Description:– An upgrade of Underdog! This powerful uppercut now is empowered by a burst of electro capable of stunning the enemy for a few seconds after the strike. Similar to its previous incarnation this is usually used as a finisher move.
Name:– Left Hook
Fighting Style:– Ruff n' Tuff
Rank:– 1
Description:– Clover does a powerful left hook, usually as a fient attack against his oppent and a set up for his uppercut move which he uses to finish them off. The intent behind this attack is to overwhelm the oppenent with the barrage of attacks.
Name:– Dog Fight Fist
Fighting Style:– Ruff n' Tuff
Rank:– 1
Description:– Clover sends out a flurry of punches at high speeds, this flurry of attacks is so fast that they leave after images of themselves.
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Equipment
N/A
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Clover grew up on Criss Cross Island, an island haven full of minks who moved out of Zou for a more peaceful pastoral life. Shrouded away in the depths of New World the island was marked by an X! Three rivers flowing in between rainforests and a massive rocky mountain at its center. It was a virtual paradise! It helped that all minks lived well under the rule of a fair judge (Hayashi Akari), and as far as Clover could tell her judgment was right. Not that he cared more for that sort of stuff back then? After all, he was but a kid living with his single father a simple giraffe mink with a love for inventions.
Much of his early life Clover spent his life living and working in his Father's workshop. Learning about ship buildings and testing out his inventions happily. For the most part, his childhood wasn't anything crazy... it was happy. His favorite pastime being creating his own 'battle' ships with mini weapons of his own creation. He hoped to one day slay a sea beast sorts with his electro-powered machines.
Clover never had anything missing, he had the love of his father, friends, and overall a rather peaceful life. But of course that all changed during his fourteenth birthday. On that day something was off... the village was in turmoil.
Apparently, the temple on the top, the one his father had told him not to go near had been breached. This didn't bode well for everyone, Lady Akari got everyone to stay in the village and left with a group of Elders to the mountain (Clover's father among them). Through the chaos things seemed to only get worse and worse... apparently, the fog that once shrouded the island was now gone. How could that even happen, Clover wondered to himself... as far as he knew that stuff was perpetual!
It never left, it was a mystery of the New World Sea. Sneaking out, Clover went to investigate on a cliffside where he noticed that the fog was indeed gone. But that wasn't all he saw... among the shifting waters he saw a ship full of non-minks land onshore. He squinted, looking at them... too entranced by their appearance to notice a shadow behind him. He was grabbed by one of these non-minks who seemed extremely unfriendly. They inquired about the whereabouts of some treasure... although Clover had no idea what they were talking about. That said he came up with a rather clever plan, perhaps he could lead these vile non-minks to Elders who would surely take swift care of them.
He was so far from the truth though, upon leading to the Elder's a rather unfavorable fight ensued. One where Clover's own father ended up dying in the process of saving him. The young mink ran for his life, something his father had pleads him to do in his dying words... but it was to no avail. He was captured alongside the remaining survivors mostly the younger minks. Taken away he was with them on the big boat... a few months passed and he saw himself at a slave auction house at Sabaody where he was sold to a noblewoman from Silvers Island a Kingdom almost exclusively dominated by nobles. However, his stay in Silvers Island was rather short-lived as he soon was shipped to an arena. There he was forced to fight others... away from everything he'd ever known. Tortured and mutilated from his journey... even having lost an eye from his mistreatment.
At first, Clover sucked it all in. The guilt, the pain, his failure. Everything. Until one day he snapped... he couldn't let himself go. No, he had to force himself to stand up. Pick himself up for the sake of his father. He had to run and run he did. Alongside a small group other gladiatorial slaves, he partook in a successful escape plan. With enough planning and the right equipment he was able to escape down some sewers. On that day he saw his freedom and escaped to the North Blue. Even so, things would not be easy and Clover was very much aware of this. Especially since he was going to be branded a wanted criminal for being an escaped slave. Spiraling down he became involved in the criminal underworld... gambling, drinking, and gangs became a norm to him. It was all for the money. All for survival. Always on the run. That was his new life.
Background
}Clover grew up on Criss Cross Island, an island haven full of minks who moved out of Zou for a more peaceful pastoral life. Shrouded away in the depths of New World the island was marked by an X! Three rivers flowing in between rainforests and a massive rocky mountain at its center. It was a virtual paradise! It helped that all minks lived well under the rule of a fair judge (Hayashi Akari), and as far as Clover could tell her judgment was right. Not that he cared more for that sort of stuff back then? After all, he was but a kid living with his single father a simple giraffe mink with a love for inventions.
Much of his early life Clover spent his life living and working in his Father's workshop. Learning about ship buildings and testing out his inventions happily. For the most part, his childhood wasn't anything crazy... it was happy. His favorite pastime being creating his own 'battle' ships with mini weapons of his own creation. He hoped to one day slay a sea beast sorts with his electro-powered machines.
Clover never had anything missing, he had the love of his father, friends, and overall a rather peaceful life. But of course that all changed during his fourteenth birthday. On that day something was off... the village was in turmoil.
Apparently, the temple on the top, the one his father had told him not to go near had been breached. This didn't bode well for everyone, Lady Akari got everyone to stay in the village and left with a group of Elders to the mountain (Clover's father among them). Through the chaos things seemed to only get worse and worse... apparently, the fog that once shrouded the island was now gone. How could that even happen, Clover wondered to himself... as far as he knew that stuff was perpetual!
It never left, it was a mystery of the New World Sea. Sneaking out, Clover went to investigate on a cliffside where he noticed that the fog was indeed gone. But that wasn't all he saw... among the shifting waters he saw a ship full of non-minks land onshore. He squinted, looking at them... too entranced by their appearance to notice a shadow behind him. He was grabbed by one of these non-minks who seemed extremely unfriendly. They inquired about the whereabouts of some treasure... although Clover had no idea what they were talking about. That said he came up with a rather clever plan, perhaps he could lead these vile non-minks to Elders who would surely take swift care of them.
He was so far from the truth though, upon leading to the Elder's a rather unfavorable fight ensued. One where Clover's own father ended up dying in the process of saving him. The young mink ran for his life, something his father had pleads him to do in his dying words... but it was to no avail. He was captured alongside the remaining survivors mostly the younger minks. Taken away he was with them on the big boat... a few months passed and he saw himself at a slave auction house at Sabaody where he was sold to a noblewoman from Silvers Island a Kingdom almost exclusively dominated by nobles. However, his stay in Silvers Island was rather short-lived as he soon was shipped to an arena. There he was forced to fight others... away from everything he'd ever known. Tortured and mutilated from his journey... even having lost an eye from his mistreatment.
At first, Clover sucked it all in. The guilt, the pain, his failure. Everything. Until one day he snapped... he couldn't let himself go. No, he had to force himself to stand up. Pick himself up for the sake of his father. He had to run and run he did. Alongside a small group other gladiatorial slaves, he partook in a successful escape plan. With enough planning and the right equipment he was able to escape down some sewers. On that day he saw his freedom and escaped to the North Blue. Even so, things would not be easy and Clover was very much aware of this. Especially since he was going to be branded a wanted criminal for being an escaped slave. Spiraling down he became involved in the criminal underworld... gambling, drinking, and gangs became a norm to him. It was all for the money. All for survival. Always on the run. That was his new life.
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