Penjo

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Penjo

Name: Penjo Lay

Nickname: Blue (usually seen wearing a blue jacket)

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Species: Human/Dark Elf Mix. Have the features of humans except for the ears. The ears are pointed like all other elf ears are. The human/elf mix are of average elf height .

Position: Chaotic Good. No group/organization

Powers/Abilities/Techniques/Skills/Limits:(I added limits to balance my skills out)

Stealth: Penjo, being a human/dark elf mix, spent a lot of time with his late father hunting with the other dark elves of the tribe. To be able to hunt the animals of the forest, you have to be silent. He's defiantly not an expert, but you could probably get your wallet without you noticing half of the time.

Magic: Penjo's late mom however, was one of the mages of the tribe. Penjo never really liked to study, but ever since his father passed, studding with her seemed to lighten her spirits. If you asked him what Areoga was, he would give you a blank stare, but he could easily throw up a cure or a thunder bolt (only the beginner ones though, he still hates studding).

Fire: Simple fire spell that takes two post to recharge.

Blizzard: Simple ice spell that take two post to recharge.

Thunderaga: Advance thunder spell that takes five post to recharge.

Cura: Novice healing spell that takes four post to recharge.

Glass Cannon: Since Penjo is good at stealth and magic, he can't really take a lot of hits. He once had to be bedridden for about a week when a pack of hunting beagles attacked him for his steak.

Age Limits: Being only 14, he can only do so much. He has a never die attitude, but after certain physiological/physical points, he'll break. He once sunk into a deep depression after the attack on his tribe which killed most of the elders, including his dad.

Physical Limits: Due to Penjo sneaking up on prey instead of chasing them, he's isn't really that fast of a runner.

Weapons/Items: A small, ebony sword that would probably be a little longer than a dagger, and an apprentice wand that his mom crafted for him on his 12th birthday.

Appearance: Penjo is a 6" tall human/dark elf mix. His skin tone is a little darker than brown, but lighter than ebony. His pointed ears are about 3 cm shorter than most of the young boys his age. He has brown eyes and wears black framed glasses. He keeps he black hair cut to be about a little longer than a buzz cut. There is a scar that's about 5 inches across his stomach. He was stabbed there by one of the warriors that invade his tribe; he only survived by his mom working day to night use herbs and curagas, determined not to lose another family member. He usually wears a thin blue jacket that he got for Christmas one year. He wears a size 15 shoes and has burn mark on his left leg, the result of a magic experiment gone wrong.

Personality: Penjo has a never die attitude. He will always go towards his goals, even if it involves a few things being broken. He is a very light hearted person, although he uses that to mask all his fears. He's afraid of trusting new people, but will always be ready to lend a hand. He gets set off VERY easily, leading to things/people/himself to get hurt or injured when he goes off on a tangent. He's acts somewhat dumb/naive, but he is actually incredibly smart. He will always plan ahead, or think about the outcomes of his actions (unless he's on one of his tangents). He enjoys reading and nature. Penjo is also incredibly passionate about his beliefs, he you try to force yours down his throat, he rams his back 3 times more powerful, although he'll accept what you believe in and won't question it. He is musically talented and has a notch for sight reading. He often has an irrational fear that people can his thoughts, which causes him to worry a little bit when thinking about something stupid. Penjo gets along well with other as long as they don't get in his way.

Origin World: Nightopia
Nightopia is a world rich with nature and technology. One half of the planet is the home of the dark elves. They live off the land and try to hurt the environment as little as possible. The other half is basically a utopia for humans. It's rich in knowledge and science. In the middle is a group of people who love the other race, and they get shunned for it big time as well. It is a combination of the elf and human side, meaning that the teachings and ways of the humans and elves are integrated.

Current World: Twilight Town

History: Penjo was born 14 years ago to a teacher named Zhaniece and a fierce warrior named Adidir. As a young child his mother would often tell him stories about three young warriors who battled the forces of darkness, but ended up losing themselves in the process. Apparently this happened before he was even born. Penjo loved these stories, but in reality his mother would tell him the stories to keep him mind off of the fierce words of hate that his tribe would often receive from the other sides the world. When Penjo reached the age of ten, his father Adidir thought him how to hunt. To do this they would often have to travel to the dark elves side of the world. People shunned Penjo and his father for Adidir falling in love with a "dirty" human and having a "disgraceful mix breed" child. This would often get Penjo really steam off, but he would always remember his mother's words,
"Don't mind them sweetheart, they're just people afraid of change, that's all. They'll accept everyone one day, you just need to do is wait."
He would also try to learn some magic ever since he saw his mom preform a simple cure spell. Apparently they teach all kinds of magic on the human side, but he felt as if he would never know for sure.
At age 13, he was finally able to study magic in human schools, which was far more advanced than the school for the mixed children. There was a revolution between the people on both sides that actually like each other and the ones whole still hated each other’s guts. It ended with the people who hated the other side dying or going into hiding.
About a month later, everything started to go to hell. Extremist from both sides started to attack the group in the middle. The warrior would always handle it though, well, until it was the sixth attack
When the extremist attacked this time they had an extra trick up their sleeve. Joining them in the attack where monsters made of shadows, moving unnaturally. Twitching and jumping about, sinking into the shadows, and even completing disappearing. The warriors where no match for this new foe, and were easily over powered. When people were fleeing, Penjo looked back and saw his father being attacked by the shadow creatures.
"Dad!" Penjo screamed, rushing over there to help him. However, he was stopped right before he got there by a dark elf. The elf pulled out a giant sword and stabbed Penjo dead in the stomach.
"Die you filthy piece of crap!" whispered the dark elf dropping Penjo to the ground. As the blood rushed out of his body, Penjo could see and hear his dad get brutally murdered.
"D...aaaaa....d..." Penjo stammered. All the blood that had left Penjo's body caused him to black out. His mother rushed to save him, burning the warrior who stabbed Penjo with a Firaga spell. The survivors retreated to a ruined town on the human side and tried to restart there.
A year later, on Penjo's birthday to be exact, he suddenly heard a loud siren go off. He raced downstairs to ask his mom what was going on, but he was instead meat with her frantically rushing around their tiny house packing stuff into a bag.
"No, not yet..... I NEED MORE TIME!" she muttered. As soon as Penjo was about to ask what was wrong, she threw the book bag at him, shoved him into the closet, and locked the door.
"Mom, what's going on?" Penjo screamed. "Mom? MOM?" all that he was meet back with was her faint voice muttering a spell, then everything going blank.
He awoke in the middle of a plaza in a small place that he had never seen before. The buildings were weirdly shaped and far less advanced than Nightopia was. Penjo looked inside the bag and found a note. It read,
"Penjo, if you're reading this my worst fear has come to pass. I am probably gone by now, but you have to go on without me. That will be a siren that goes off if one of those giant shadow creatures comes again. Lost time I... we lost so much in the last attack. I can't risk losing you, not like I lost Adidir. I will join the other warrior and mages into helping defeat it, however I will warp you to a safe place. Apparently the place is called Twilight Town, such an odd name.... If we won I would have warped you back, but if you're still there... you know what happened. Inside the bag are the things you'll need to survive. Stay safe. I love you Penjo"
Tears came to Penjo's eyes as he sobbed trough the letter. Inside the bad was his small sword, his wand his mom made him, his jacket, and 1000 munny. He packed his stuff up and set out to find answers in this strange new place.