Screen Name: Wolfandre
Character Name: Wolfandre deRusar
Gender: Male
Race: Hume
Age: 28
Main Job: Puppetmaster
Subjob: Red Mage
Other Jobs: Blue Mage, Corsair, Dragoon
Birthplace: Aht Urghan, Imperial Ward
Residence: Port Bastok
Family: Younger brother, Wavrik, older brother, Belios, girlfriend, Janine
Appearance: Wolfandre has longer, scraggley blonde hair, blue eyes. He keeps a fresh bandage over his left forearm and doesn't talk about it. He is often seen dressed in light clothing; nothing too heavy. He is always with his curious little automaton, Gadget, who almost never leaves his side.
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*An automaton dressed in rich, dark colors enters the Sfant Umbra Headquarters. The tinkle of his gait it increased by the many miniscule bells sewn onto his tunic and hat. He wanders around, letting curiosity get the better of him, and inspects and plays with some of the items found therein. When he is approached...*
*The automaton bows.*
Automaton: Greetings! I am Gadget, serial number 97G-46, model number 6, version 1. My master wishes employment in your mercenary group as a tribute to the empire.
*Gadget is distracted by the weapon on your hip...*
Gadget: Ooohhh...Stop that! Sorry, master!
*He straightens up.*
Gadget: My master's name is Wolfandre deRusar. He was born in the empire, but at the start of the Crystal War, he was moved to Bastok, where he now resides. As I said before...*Gadget is distracted again, this time, by the timepiece on the table.* I have one of those inside me! Wanna see?!
*Gadget moves to 'expose himself' when he suddenly tweaks. A different voice is heard coming from Gadget's lavish hat.*
Gadget: Stick to the script!
*He tweaks again.*
Gadget: I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's just SO NEAT!!
*He focuses his attention once more.*
Gadget: Uhm...I forgot why I'm here. Oh yeah! Hire my master. He dances and sings nice. Although, he gambles sometimes and I don't really like that. Oh, and we're broke. Real broke. It seems the femmes of the south don't think too kindly of clockwork...I personally think we need to spice up our dances or make a new story. Our work is old. I hope you can snap Wolf into place. We have to rely on Janine, his girlfriend, a lot and I don' think she likes it. Oh but that doesn't mean he's a bad guy. He just can't seem to entertain the masses like he used--
*Gadget falls to the floor and curses can be heard muttered from underneath his hat. He boots back up and stands tall. In a different voice...*
Gadget: My apologies for my automaton. I suppose curiosity killed the coerl, eh? Anyway, my name is Wolfandre, and as I was getting to before, I wish to do something for the empire I was born in. I believe I can bring much to your organization and I hope you consider my offer. If you wish to see me, leave a note with Gadget with a time and place. I am currently set up at Springserpent Square, where Gadget and I entertain. Thank you.
*Gadget bows and holds out his hands. He then manages to cast Absorb-Intelligence on himself and flops onto the ground. A sigh is heard underneath the hat, and after a quick reboot, Gadget stands and holds his hands out again.*