Quina QuenNiveau: 1
Jour/heure: Jour 1
Lieu: Royaume d'Erion, Forêt du Raganival
Interactions : une Valkyrie derrière un Boulder 
Nombre de mots: 355
La marche de Quina s'arrêta brusquement alors que des flèches claquaient dans le sol autour de Quina. Tandis que les Valkyries cherchaient sagement à se couvrir, Quina s'y tenait un moment, regardant les cimes de l'arc et le chuchoteur de branche, comme s'ils essayaient de déterminer comment elles s'inscrivaient dans le grand plan des choses. Aucun d'entre eux ne ressemblait à une Chose Ombre Oswald et Quina était sur le point de crier autant, jusqu'à ce qu'elle (ou lui) remarque l'odeur légère de l'herbe brûlante dans l'air.
Frowning, Quina a fait la première chose qui a sauté dans la tête de Quina, ce qui était rarement une bonne idée, mais au moins il a été agi rapidement. Quina a sorti de sa poche un rouleau de pain à moitié mangé plutôt rassasié et l'a jeté avec autant de force qu'elle (ou qu'il) pouvait se rassembler vers l'épeautre à ramification. Quina a supposé que c'était le chef, car il n'était pas armé de la même manière que les autres, et plutôt que d'attendre de voir si le rouleau de pain s'est connecté - une perspective improbable au mieux, sauf pour l'élément de surprise à faire une telle chose - Quina a couru d'une manière très peu héroïque vers l'abri d'un rocher voisin. Un Valkrie à l'air perplexe cherchait aussi un abri ici.
"Chef d'équipe! Besoin d'aide!"
Quina regarda autour, voyant finalement qu'il (ou elle) avait été séparé du groupe. Il n'y avait aucun signe d'eux, juste les Valkyries, et la plupart d'entre eux semblaient regarder vers Quina, chacun portant un regard attendu, mais teinté de différentes quantités d'horreur. Quina a regardé vers elle (ou sa) propre fourchette. Les Valkyries étaient tous armés de la même façon, Quina se distinguait comme il (ou elle) n'était pas armé de la même manière. Quina a réalisé que Quina était le leader ici.
"Oh. Oh," Quina a dragué la Valkyrie à côté d'elle / lui avec un coude, souriant brillamment, "Quina leader! Les petites choses ont des arcs. Les petites choses volent. T'es sorti du ciel? Comme des mouches! Quina les combat quand ils sont au sol. Ça va distraire aussi. Je suis un héros. Flèche pas si mal. Travail d'équipe!"
C'était un plan. Le temps nous dira si c'est bon ou pas.
Character Name: Quina Quen
Title: None.
Kingdom: Square-Enix
Visual Description: Clicky.
Written Description: A genderless, rotund, five and a half foot tall eating machine. Dressed in a pink overcoat and apron, along with a pristinely kept chef's hat and a napkin tied around their neck, Quina looks... odd. Their tongue hangs to half-way down their chest. Their face is white and more or less featureless, save for the huge mouth and red eye markings. Matching gloves and shoes complete the strange outfit.
Personality: Straightforward. For Quina, the world is neatly divided into two - things you can eat, and things you cannot. Curiousity drives Quina to find new things to eat, and everything else in life is secondary to indulging in this drive. While Quina has been known to take an interest in other things, it's often little more than a passing fancy, or it has transpired that it's a way to experience new food.
Game: Final Fantasy IX
Current Story: Having recently lost its job at Mama's due to an unfortunate misunderstanding ("Stop licking the ingredients!"), and generally getting frustrated about the lack of this annoying currency stuff you apparently need, Quina has found itself taking on odd jobs and promptly losing them due to more unfortunate misunderstandings. Fortunately, the call for the "Greatest Warriors of the Seven Kingdoms" didn't seem to have too many requirements for application, and promised trips out to new kingdoms and new flavours.
Weapons: Fork. A huge fork. There is relatively little special about it, apart from it's size.
Stats!
(P)Damage: 1
(P)Defense: 2
(M/E)Damage: 4
(M)(E)Defense: 2
Dexterity: 1
Critical: 0%
XP ++++++++// (8/10)
General Abilities
Slot One: Pumpkin Head - Summons an exceptionally large pumpkin, usually over the head of the target. It then falls. Quite why this hurts so much is something of a mystery, and seems to be linked to how hurt Quina is. The attack is, unsurprisingly, very messy, but also very tasty.
Special Abilities
Slot One:
Strengths
Insatiable Hunger - Can eat, and digest, just about anything, occasionally and temporarily absorbing some new, interesting magical ability from it. Appears to suffer no ill-effects from eating things, nor does there seem to be a limit to the amount of things Quina can eat.
Blu Mag - Displays an aptitude for Blu Mag. Which is less of a magical technique, and more like an accident waiting to happen. Wildly unpredictable, prone to backfiring, this "magical style" mostly focuses on buffing allies, annoying enemies and being rather indiscriminate.
Single-Minded - While others might consider Quina's dogged pursuit of food to the point of obliviousness a weakness, it functions as something of a strength. Very little can rattle Quina, and it seems to take more or less everything in it's stride. World is on fire? No problem. Airship crashing down? No need to worry. Military invasion on the horizon? Whatever. This single-mindedness means Quina rarely gives in to despair or worry regarding the events unfolding around them.
Strange Gourmand - Capable of turning just about anything into something that Quina would consider a delicious meal. While your definition of "delicious" may vary wildly, Quina's cooking is at least extremely nutritious and, in spite of the ingredients sometimes used, unlikely to kill you.
Weaknesses
Poor language skills, little understanding of how the world really works and a near constant desire to eat. Not particularly quick, nor particularly graceful, Quina sort of bumbles their way through life, doing whatever takes their fancy. Unsurprisingly, Quina has accrued something of a reputation for being unreliable.
Achievements



Updated: Tuesday 4th April, 2017