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"Foockin cull muh Nuttin ageen-"

Much

Name| Nothing Much
Fairy Tale| Robin Hood
Title| Much
Gender| Male
Species| Cursed Human
Age| 22
Birthdate| June 15th 1173
Weight| 145lbs
Height| 5'8
Occupation| Maintainin his Homelessness. I mean a pickpocket



Strengths|
🏵 Pick Pocketing
🏵 Hunting (Not that he does that much anymore)
🏵 Stealth: He has the presence of an elephant but the grace of a swan...or was it the other way around?
🏵 Cooking: He's honestly a decent cook, surprisingly.
🏵 Good with most any pointy object but he's decent at most weapons.
Weaknesses|
🏶 Cute Things: He's got a weakness for cute things, whether it be feeding the stray cat that won't stop trying to steal his food, or following after any pretty tail that walks past.
🏶 Anger: Though he is not as quick to anger as he used to be, there is still a curse that dwells inside of him and that manifests itself in his emotions.
🏶 Clumsy: Though he somehow hands the stealth and dexterity of a feline, he's somehow still just as likely to slam face first into a wall on his skates do to his ADD attention span.
🏶  Extremely stubborn: To a fault. No matter what you say it is almost impossible to change his mind. He'd literally die trying to prove he's right.

Weapon|
Daggers: He almost always has a small collection of daggers on him, either attached to his belt or strapped to his leg.
Bow and Arrows: These are rarely used, usually kept in whatever run down building he’s currently hiding out in.
Crystal: She’s a cursed broadsword that is currently “missing” from Much’s inventory. The male has buried it shortly after coming to this world.


Abilities|
Curse: Much suffers from a curse that feeds on his anger. The angrier Much gets, the stronger the curses hold on him becomes. As Much's anger flares, he gains a 'Curse Point'. For every curse point Much has, his strength score increases by 3. If Much ever goes over 3 curse points, his intelligence score decreases by 2 points for each curse point over 3. Once Much reaches an intelligence score of 2 in this way, he becomes little more than a puppet for the curse. As a festering ball of hate and instinct much will move to attack a random target that is within a far distance of himself. The target of his mindless fury is selected at random. Should Much somehow gain enough curse points to reach an intelligence score of 0, he passes out. Much regains 5 intelligence points per day that he rests

Statistics|

Attack:+3
Defense: +2
Stamina: 20

Strength ▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▢▢▢▢  [13] [+1]

Dexterity ▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▢▢  [15] [+2]

Constitution ▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▢▢▢▢  [13] [+1]

Intelligence ▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▢▢▢▢▢▢▢▢▢▢  [07] [-2]

Wisdom ▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▢▢▢▢▢▢▢  [10] [+0]

Charisma ▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▢▢▢  [14] [+2]

Skills:

Athletics: +3
Acrobatics: +4
Sleight of Hand: +5
Stealth: +4
Magic: -5
History: -3
Investigation: +1
Nature: +4
Religion: -3
Animal Handling: -4
Insight: +1
Medicine: 0
Perception: +3
Survival: +5
Deception: +3
Intimidation: -1
Performance: +1
Persuasion: +3

Personality|
Stubborn|Strong Willed|Rebellious|Unsociable|Loyal|
Much is mostly a solitude type of person, though if he does find someone he's rather keen to let slip past his guarded walls, he can be extremely loyal. Doesn't mean his temper and stubborn pride doesn't get in the way of said relationship with people. He's too keen to act first and think later, resulting in him usually getting himself in trouble or shoving away those who try to help, though that also be contributed to his pig headed pride. Since he has no memory of the last 8 years of his life he is rather more happy going and more childish in nature. He isn't as quick to anger mostly do to the fact that he realized shortly after arriving here that his anger seemed to scare people, his eyes turn a dark black that scared even himself upon realization, something that he realizes must have been acquired in that 8 years he doesn't recall. Thanks to this at least he maintains a more chipper attitude to prevent drawing attention to himself.
Likes and Dislikes:
♡ Stars (He's always spent a good portion of his time watching the stars at night, not that he has much else to do)
♡ Food
♡ His solitude
♡ A good fight
♡ One upping someone
♡
♡
✖ People (though he doesn't mind crowds of them as much since it makes it easier to pick pocket)
✖ Getting taken advantage of
✖ Being called or seen as small, weak or helpless
✖
✖
Background:
Much was born to a simple wood cutter and his wife, what would have been a joyous occasion, had it not been for the death of his mother during labor. Do to this the wood cutter found himself loathing the child, unable to function with his beloved at his side nor able to care for the child he had helped to conceive. He did the bare minimum never really giving his son a name other then constantly referring to him as "nothing much" to the other villagers, do to this it became almost a joke among the villagers when the boy began rampaging the village at the age of 3, left to his own devices as his father spent most of his time inebriated. From a young age he found it easier to steal pies and food off of stands and window sills then to ask the villagers for their scraps. And by the age of 6 he was greatly disliked by the village who at this point treated him like nothing more then the towns stray that needed to be kicked from their rubbish piles. This was most of Much's existence growing up, resulting in a stunted illiterate child whose slurred broken english sounded like he had been stealing liquor from his own father since the craddle.
Thankfully a saving grace would be thrown the kids way in the form of his father selling him off as a servant boy shortly after his 8th birthday for a pouch of coins. Which at first was painted as a cage for the usually free roaming child, who had no interest in any form of chains. If it wasn't for the sake of the boy he had ended up serving under however he would probably have never manifested into anything other then a feral human.
For the next few years, Much (as he would offically be called) would learn how to at least speech in proper sentences, learn that words were better then teeth and that there was more to living then stealing and violence. Though of course those traits never really left him, they were at least redirected into more useful means. He would grow up along side his master, helping his crusade and vowing his life to the only man that had ever extended a hand to and shown him kindness.
This of course being until now apparently, Much knowing nothing of what happened to his master thanks to the missing gap of memories until the last year when he woke up in a completely new town and what he could only describe as a new world since he had never even heard of it until he found himself living among it's streets.

Orientation: Bendy Straight
Relationship Status: He's a Single Hermit Crab

Trivia:
Prefers Lit Rps

Description

"Foockin cull muh Nuttin ageen-"

Much

Name| Nothing Much
Fairy Tale| Robin Hood
Title| Much
Gender| Male
Species| Cursed Human
Age| 22
Birthdate| June 15th 1173
Weight| 145lbs
Height| 5'8
Occupation| Maintainin his Homelessness. I mean a pickpocket



Strengths|
🏵 Pick Pocketing
🏵 Hunting (Not that he does that much anymore)
🏵 Stealth: He has the presence of an elephant but the grace of a swan...or was it the other way around?
🏵 Cooking: He's honestly a decent cook, surprisingly.
🏵 Good with most any pointy object but he's decent at most weapons.
Weaknesses|
🏶 Cute Things: He's got a weakness for cute things, whether it be feeding the stray cat that won't stop trying to steal his food, or following after any pretty tail that walks past.
🏶 Anger: Though he is not as quick to anger as he used to be, there is still a curse that dwells inside of him and that manifests itself in his emotions.
🏶 Clumsy: Though he somehow hands the stealth and dexterity of a feline, he's somehow still just as likely to slam face first into a wall on his skates do to his ADD attention span.
🏶  Extremely stubborn: To a fault. No matter what you say it is almost impossible to change his mind. He'd literally die trying to prove he's right.

Weapon|
Daggers: He almost always has a small collection of daggers on him, either attached to his belt or strapped to his leg.
Bow and Arrows: These are rarely used, usually kept in whatever run down building he’s currently hiding out in.
Crystal: She’s a cursed broadsword that is currently “missing” from Much’s inventory. The male has buried it shortly after coming to this world.


Abilities|
Curse: Much suffers from a curse that feeds on his anger. The angrier Much gets, the stronger the curses hold on him becomes. As Much's anger flares, he gains a 'Curse Point'. For every curse point Much has, his strength score increases by 3. If Much ever goes over 3 curse points, his intelligence score decreases by 2 points for each curse point over 3. Once Much reaches an intelligence score of 2 in this way, he becomes little more than a puppet for the curse. As a festering ball of hate and instinct much will move to attack a random target that is within a far distance of himself. The target of his mindless fury is selected at random. Should Much somehow gain enough curse points to reach an intelligence score of 0, he passes out. Much regains 5 intelligence points per day that he rests

Statistics|

Attack:+3
Defense: +2
Stamina: 20

Strength ▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▢▢▢▢  [13] [+1]

Dexterity ▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▢▢  [15] [+2]

Constitution ▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▢▢▢▢  [13] [+1]

Intelligence ▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▢▢▢▢▢▢▢▢▢▢  [07] [-2]

Wisdom ▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▢▢▢▢▢▢▢  [10] [+0]

Charisma ▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▨▢▢▢  [14] [+2]

Skills:

Athletics: +3
Acrobatics: +4
Sleight of Hand: +5
Stealth: +4
Magic: -5
History: -3
Investigation: +1
Nature: +4
Religion: -3
Animal Handling: -4
Insight: +1
Medicine: 0
Perception: +3
Survival: +5
Deception: +3
Intimidation: -1
Performance: +1
Persuasion: +3

Personality|
Stubborn|Strong Willed|Rebellious|Unsociable|Loyal|
Much is mostly a solitude type of person, though if he does find someone he's rather keen to let slip past his guarded walls, he can be extremely loyal. Doesn't mean his temper and stubborn pride doesn't get in the way of said relationship with people. He's too keen to act first and think later, resulting in him usually getting himself in trouble or shoving away those who try to help, though that also be contributed to his pig headed pride. Since he has no memory of the last 8 years of his life he is rather more happy going and more childish in nature. He isn't as quick to anger mostly do to the fact that he realized shortly after arriving here that his anger seemed to scare people, his eyes turn a dark black that scared even himself upon realization, something that he realizes must have been acquired in that 8 years he doesn't recall. Thanks to this at least he maintains a more chipper attitude to prevent drawing attention to himself.
Likes and Dislikes:
♡ Stars (He's always spent a good portion of his time watching the stars at night, not that he has much else to do)
♡ Food
♡ His solitude
♡ A good fight
♡ One upping someone
♡
♡
✖ People (though he doesn't mind crowds of them as much since it makes it easier to pick pocket)
✖ Getting taken advantage of
✖ Being called or seen as small, weak or helpless
✖
✖
Background:
Much was born to a simple wood cutter and his wife, what would have been a joyous occasion, had it not been for the death of his mother during labor. Do to this the wood cutter found himself loathing the child, unable to function with his beloved at his side nor able to care for the child he had helped to conceive. He did the bare minimum never really giving his son a name other then constantly referring to him as "nothing much" to the other villagers, do to this it became almost a joke among the villagers when the boy began rampaging the village at the age of 3, left to his own devices as his father spent most of his time inebriated. From a young age he found it easier to steal pies and food off of stands and window sills then to ask the villagers for their scraps. And by the age of 6 he was greatly disliked by the village who at this point treated him like nothing more then the towns stray that needed to be kicked from their rubbish piles. This was most of Much's existence growing up, resulting in a stunted illiterate child whose slurred broken english sounded like he had been stealing liquor from his own father since the craddle.
Thankfully a saving grace would be thrown the kids way in the form of his father selling him off as a servant boy shortly after his 8th birthday for a pouch of coins. Which at first was painted as a cage for the usually free roaming child, who had no interest in any form of chains. If it wasn't for the sake of the boy he had ended up serving under however he would probably have never manifested into anything other then a feral human.
For the next few years, Much (as he would offically be called) would learn how to at least speech in proper sentences, learn that words were better then teeth and that there was more to living then stealing and violence. Though of course those traits never really left him, they were at least redirected into more useful means. He would grow up along side his master, helping his crusade and vowing his life to the only man that had ever extended a hand to and shown him kindness.
This of course being until now apparently, Much knowing nothing of what happened to his master thanks to the missing gap of memories until the last year when he woke up in a completely new town and what he could only describe as a new world since he had never even heard of it until he found himself living among it's streets.

Orientation: Bendy Straight
Relationship Status: He's a Single Hermit Crab

Trivia:
Prefers Lit Rps