<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Gustavo_v.jpg)</div><strong>Gustavo Ventus</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1208924)<br/><em>Sorcerer 1</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/8<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>He watched with a barely contained glee as his new companions performed. Entertaining though it was, it was sad to say he hadn't anticipated this. He'd worked on doing even the smallest things with a certain amount of flair, and coming off as generally heroic, but catchphrases had eluded his preparatory process entirely. Luckily, he had extra time to think while the others went ahead of him.<br/><br/>When it was his turn, he put on an all too confident grin. It was a shame that he wasn't the first to think of a fire based catchphrase, but fire was his specialty, and he would not back down from it. "I'll cook up something special for you..." He called to the disembodied voice, his own voice exceedingly cool and posh.<br/><br/>After the requisite vocal and somatic recitations, a mote of flame appeared hovering just inches over the palm of his hand. He first locked eyes on the dummy in the fireplace-- who was surprisingly not on fire.<em>Was that fire even real?</em>He shrugged that thought off, deciding not to test that theory, and approached the broomstick dummy instead. He walked with all the calmness and grace of a man who owned the room. Then, he cocked back his hand...<br/><br/>...And slapped the<em> absolute shit</em>out of it!<br/><br/>The flames spread rapidly from the area of impact, burning the dummy beautifully. To his knowledge, he wouldn't be damaged by his own flame, being its source, but even if that wasn't the case, it was a risk he was willing to take. For style! And speaking of style, pain or no, he had a catch phrase to finish:<br/><br/>"One corpse, well done!"