**Hans**, Stormborn ``` 4 CON | 7 DEX | 5 STR | 6 WIS SKILLS: - Glove Hand. Takes NO damage upon successfully BLOCKING a PHYSICAL attack. - Well Conditioned. Hans starts with +2 CON. - Hella Chill. When at FULL health, Hans is not affected by status conditions. ``` ``` CHOSEN SPELLS: level 1 - Bloom — You summon the soul of a nature spirit, which then blesses you and your allies with luck on your next turn. - Tempest — Electricity runs over your body or shield, doing recoil damage to attackers. level 2 - Ohm — You concentrate, absorbing energy from the environment. This temporarily heals yourself, closing your injuries until the end of the battle. - Doldrum — You steal the magic from the area surrounding you, nullifying magical attacks against you for the next turn. level 3 - Ichor — You summon a weapon of wood. It enables you to cast your spells even on targets you cannot see. - Blackout — You absorb all the magic in an area, plunging it into magical darkness only you can see in for the next turn. ``` ```Hans | They/them | Stormborn | HP: 50/50 | MP: 11/16``` Their team feels very, very familiar. Astrithen felt familiar in the same way an old teammate would be, while Jones felt familiar in the same way an old rival would be. It felt... it felt nostalgic. Almost. Hans grins as their teammates trust them as keeper for the flags, giving a small wave as they sneak away. They quickly pick out a small, rectangular buckler and a large cudgel. Hans picks a spot in the surrounding brush behind the flags, keeping their eyes on the path. *Alright. This is good. Now what?* Their small tome floats before them, offering a spell: Ichor. It would be able to buff Hen and Jones, even from out of sight. Hans closes their eyes, signs the magical words, and summons a wooden boomerang, stained blue. It kind of looks like a scrub jay. ``` Summary: Hans hides near the flags and summons an Ichor weapon. Spell/Action Taken: Ichor, -5MP Reaction (if hit): Block ``` ```Hans | They/them | Stormborn | HP: 50/50 | MP: 11/16 | ICHOR active``` Hans doesn’t quite hear Ronan’s taunt, so they don’t react at all. But they do see him and Cassandra clear as day. They notice Cassandra’s uneven gait and her almost tripping over herself. Hans grabs their summoned boomerang and squints, taking aim at her legs. It’s definitely a cheap shot, but hey, anything to defend. Hans pitches the rang from their hiding spot, huffing with effort. Better make this one count. ``` Summary: Hans throws their boomerang at Cassandra’s legs. Spell/Action Taken: Attack Reaction (if hit): Block ``` ```Hans | They/them | Stormborn | HP: 34/50 | MP: 11/16 | ICHOR active``` Hans catches the boomerang, then grips their cuts, cursing. They hop backwards. How *annoying*. They’re relieved at Jones’s arrival. Shaking the blood off their paws, Hans readies their boomerang again, their gaze steady on Cassandra. ``` Summary: Hans throws their rang Spell/Action Taken: Attack Cassandra Reaction (if hit): Counterattack ``` ```Hans | They/them | Stormborn | HP: 21/50 | MP: 6/16 | ICHOR active, Burned``` The lights have gone out, but Hans can see perfectly well as Jones and Cassandra wrestle without getting a good hit in. They close one eye, steadying their focus, and pitch their boomerang at Cassandra. … That’s what she gets for going for their neck. The wound from the arrow next to their old scar still stings. ``` Summary: Hans attacks Cassandra Spell/Action Taken: Attack Reaction (if hit): Counterattack ``` ```Hans | They/them | Stormborn | HP: 21/50 | MP: 3/16 | ICHOR active, Burned``` The boomerang returns to their paws with a small *fwip* and Hans lets out the breath they were holding. They stare a little at Cassandra’s limp body, frowning. *Is she… okay?* It’s a stupid thought. Hans shakes their head. It’s just a game, in a dream, you didn’t actually *kill* anyone. Right? Sighing, they call to their tiny tome and flip through the pages, looking for something to patch themself up. *Ohm*. Sure. Hans casts the spell with tired paws, focusing energy towards their wounds. When they open their eyes again, they see Jones casting a blessing on their weapons. “Oh. Thank you.” Hans signs, then waves as she bolts across the bridge. ``` Summary: Hans heals themself Spell/Action Taken: Ohm, -3MP Reaction (if hit): Dodge ```