Joining as Mocchi Kuppo

[Mocchi Kuppo]

Name: Mocchi Kuppo
Age: 11 (22 in Human Years)
Race: Moogle
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Kajin Rala
Profession: Gadgeteer
Fighting Style: Clumsy, Courageous, Adaptive
Starting Abilities: Mediumship, Survival
Trait: Tenacious

Biography: Mocchi is a greedy little Moogle who jumps at the chance of hoarding treasure for his own. He also claims to be the most famous Moogle in all the land. Always attempting to steal the limelight, the moogle's constant lust for attention is stunningly evident; but when the shit hits the fan, Mocchi is the most reliable friend money can buy, *wink*.

Description: Mocchi is just an ordinary moogle—tiny and adorable. However, he has delusions of grandeur, and likes to dress up as his alter ego Dungeon Hero X. While taking on this persona, his costume consists of a basic purple mask covering his face from the nose up and a red sash tied loosely around his neck that flaps amidst an ominous breeze. His disguise often changes depending on the situation, one example being the merchant outfit he wears when adventuring the world.


Stats
Strength: 3%
Focus: 31%
Endurance: 37%
Agility: 29%



Role-Play Sample

Wham!

A white-knuckled fist blared as it clapped against a furry cheekbone. Blood seeped out from a bluntly forged wound, dying the victim’s snow-white pelt a deep crimson; it was the first of many strikes to come, and it hurt like a bitch! Sprawled out along a steel chair sat the one and only, Mocchi Kuppo, bearing a series of gashes along his frail little form; he looked like a piñata at Harley-fest. The moogle had been securely cuffed and silenced via the smelly black sock he coveted from a human in days prior.

“Tell us where the artifact is located!” a dark silhouette commanded as he ripped the makeshift gag from Mocchi’s jowls, allowing the masked hero freedom of speech; his favorite commandment of them all. The room was cold and smelled like piss; completely devoid of light save for a ceiling lamp that encircled the moogle within a shroud of luminescence.

“Go fuck yourself, primate!!” the gadgeteer barked in retort, hawking one gnarly loogie onto his attacker’s squeaky-clean shoes. A pissed off groan flowed aggressively from the dark figure’s lips as he reeled back to deliver a hardcore jab to the moogle’s abdomen. Had it not been for his restraints, the mog would have collapsed onto the floor; Mocchi nearly vomited from the impact alone, spewing forth a glob of red ooze that spattered the cement flooring.

Let us turn back the clock…

46 Hours Earlier

“Kupo!” the cute, fuzzy creature bellowed victoriously as he held a peculiar item above his head. A gleeful Mocchi carefully placed the object in a satchel bound upon his waist while his yellow feathered companion danced proudly.

“Two down, four more to go! Kupo! Come on Chobi, let’s go relax at the Inn,” the mog requested as he popped a squat on the tiny avian’s saddle and sped off like a bat out of hell; and thus, Mocchi, mounting his Chocobo partner, continued onward.

To Be Continued…

[Kazuya]

Sweet ass

I'll go ahead and get your roster set up, welcome back, amigo.