Name: Barts
Age: 14 (SY 453)
Star: Chitou
Hometown: Iksay Village
Occupation: Farmer
Weapon: Halberd; Divide / Grand Divide / Fatal Divide
Bart’s weapon is an assortment of gardening tools with slight modifications that make it easier for him to wield. Divide is a simple gardening hoe that has a wooden pole base with a leather grip at the end of it for an easier grip. Grand Divide is a small cutting scythe with a wooden pole base, but leather wraps over the entire length of the pole. Fatal Divide is a longer bladed scythe with a black metal pole base and leather grip at the other end of the pole.
Runes:
Head: Sealed
Left Hand: Sealed
Right Hand: Earth Rune
Class and MP: Runic Warrior; 8/6/4/2
Character Description: He’s a young man with dark brunette hair and hazel colored eyes. Barts has a slightly above average build for that of a young teenager, due to his constant time spent working on his crops day in and day out. He’s about 5’4’’ in height about this time in his life. His hair is straight and comes down to his shoulders in length, but mostly the top of his head is always covered by one of his dark bandanas. His whole attire has an earth-toned theme about it as far as colors, mostly so he doesn’t have to fuss about getting his clothes dirty while working in the fields. The top portion of his body has three layers consisting of a black undershirt first, with a mauve vest with orange trim on top of that, and a chocolate short jacket with white fur around the collar. He wears a pair of loose fitted beige jeans and sturdy black boots that work perfectly with his occupation.
Biography: Being born and raised within the village of Iksay, Barts has adapted to the lifestyle of the people with great enthusiasm in becoming a farmer. Ever since he was a young boy, he always made sure to rise early with his father who he joined in the fields to help him and learn the process of raising crops. Only the most severe of weather or circumstances would stop the young man from striving to become a better gardener, but even then he would gaze out at the fields and try to protect them from too much damage from the elements as much as possible. Eventually he was able to supervise his own plot of land next to his father’s, which he earned through his hard work and he has become very proud of that accomplishment. However, he doesn’t plan on stopping his ambition there.
Right now he has mostly just fruits in his plot of land, mainly grapes and tomatoes, but he plans on expanding that into more produce that cannot only help the hungry, but the injured to. Barts draws inspiration from not only his father, but that of Percival too, who’s worked in the same fields that he has before moving onto becoming a knight recently. His ambition is simply to become the best farmer of his generation and hopefully inspire locals and visitors to the village to try their hand at it too! When all is said and done, he wants to make sure through his hard work that Iksay will be known as having some of the best grown items that one can find and truly value for their high quality.
Personality: Barts is an optimistic young man with a strong passion for farming and finding ways to grow his crops to become healthy specimens for people to enjoy. His vast dedication to his plants and land may seem a bit odd to others, but he doesn’t let that discourage him from working hard. He’s always happy to gain new seeds in his possession and will travel great lengths to strengthen his fields. His desire to become a great farmer he feels will be a wonderful benefit to not only his fellow villagers of Iksay, but hopefully all of Zexen and beyond. Overall, Barts is a kind and helpful individual but he can become a bit obsessed when it comes to his fields.
RP Sample:
The sounds of little birds chirping away to announce the sun was coming up over the wind swept plains in the distance greeted young Barts to the dawn. His eyes slowly fluttered open as he lay in bed with warm covers resting over his frame. Seeping into his room was the smell of breakfast his mother had prepared for him and his father to start the day as usual, as he breathed in the nice aroma with a smile. It didn’t take too long for him to toss back the covers and sit up in bed, stretching with a wide yawn.
Rubbing his hands through his hair, a few strands of locks fell into his line of vision as he looked over to see the birds outside perched on his windowsill. The skies still had a dark blue hue about them, but he knew it wouldn’t take long before the sun would brighten them up. Standing up and continuing his stretch, he eventually walked over to his desk and chair and placed his hands on his hips as looked down over it. Lying on the table were a few plant and gardening based books, next to them were an assortment of his favorite bandanas. Leaning down to pick up a black bandana, he quickly folded it and placed it on his head to tie it on for the day ahead.
Resting on his chair was his usual mauve vest and a pair of beige jeans he always had prepared before he went to bed. Picking them up and slipping both on took little effort as he soon opened the door from his room into the main room of the house where his father and mother greeted him with warm smiles. His father sat at the table with his usual coffee mug in hand, while his mother had just finished setting down all of their plates on the table and taking her seat. Once Barts made his way over to grab a seat for himself, they all prayed over their food and began to dig in.
This was the typical way they all started their morning, with his father usually finishing his meal first and heading on out to the fields where Barts would meet up with him after he was done. The young farmer would help his mother clean up the table before rushing out and she would reward him with a kiss on the forehead and tell him not to work too hard. That was something the young man would always laugh at as he knew he wouldn’t be taking that advice in the slightest.
Moving to the doorway, Barts would sit down on the step leading into the main room where the family placed their shoes and quickly put on his black boots. He looked up to where the family kept their coats and jackets hanged and felt he wouldn’t need his right away since the weather had been pretty nice the past few days beforehand. Rolling up the sleeves of his black undershirt, Barts waved goodbye to his mother and opened up the door to take in a deep breath of the fresh air. It was always an excited feeling to take in the cool morning air to start the day as he began his jog to the back of the village.
With the large windmills in the back lazily spinning away, Barts began to slow down his advance as he could see the sun peeking up over the largest windmill in the center and stood in awe of the scene. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen it quite a lot considering his routine. Yet, the spectacle never lost its hold over the young man as he walked up the small incline to where his father was already surveying their fields and seeing where he should start first. A few of the other farmers from the village were also coming up from behind Barts, some patting him on the head and greeting him warmly as they went on ahead of the youth who had slowed his pace.
Eventually Barts made it to the top of the incline and picked up his gardening tool that lay against the wooden fence he left it at, propping it over his right shoulder with a smile as he stood next to his father. He looked closely towards his section that his father gave him to work on and experiment with and wondered what else he could add for the coming seasons ahead. If he worked harder, perhaps he would get the approval to venture out further and create his own plot of land, but he was happy with what he had now. Looking up at the sky for a moment, he noticed the skies seemed clear aside from a few stray clouds floating by, which meant it was going to be another sweaty day ahead of him.
“Let’s get started before the neighbors get the jump on us Barts!” exclaimed the youth’s father as he quickly nodded in agreement and placed his tool down into the earth with a smile.
