Name: Erik-Pearson Rogers



Species and race: Human, Scots-Irish



Age, gender and element: 24, Male, Earth



Faction: Neutral



Appearance: Has messy shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes. Wears a tattered old trenchcoat that's definitely seen some better days, alongside a dark blue shirt and black pants.



Background: An idiot living in a Camper Van that he got for 50% off at a sketchy car dealership. Drives it around the world, picking up random shit, most notably weapons, that he can sell at a profit to god-knows who in order to make a quick buck.


Birth Magi: Grandmaster of Bullshit.

Erik can follow any sort of recipe or instructions down to a tee, as long as he can remember how it works and have a basic understanding of the concepts that go into the recipe or instructions, effectively allowing him to get into any profession with enough studying and knowledge on the subject matter.


Profession: Mechanic, Novice


EXP Bar: LVL 8 : 1510/1725

Level and experience:

- 7 STR

- 5 DEX

- 5 PER

- 5 VIT

- 9 INT

- 5 EMO

- 3 SAU



Inventory: A makeshifted chainaxe fabricated from the chains he was tied up in and a street sign, His van, a lot of scrap metal. Salvaged pipes and shit from an LAPV, 1500 dollars.


Perks: Drivers License, Barter, Actor



Known skills: Power Strike, Dash, Surging Run, Shrug it off, 6 extra sp



Skill slots: 1- level 1
1- level 5



Known spells: Clump-o-dirt



Spell slots: 1- level 1