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Roger S. Huxley (Star Ocean: Till the End of Time ) |
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Part of being a real man is proving your worth to the ladies. Roger has many tales to tell of memorable encounters with outstanding females including the ninja-knight Nel and the warrior maiden Lenneth. Let's not forget his vigil at the bed side of the sick little girl Reen. Now Roger's about to add another notch to his axe in the form of Porom as this week he puts on a real manly show for this match. Porom is bound to be so impressed by his sheer brute strength and oodles of health - more than enough to wait out any damage she can muster - that winning shouldn't be a problem. |
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A brat who thinks he's charming with the ladies, but is really a loser. Boy, if this doesn't sound familiar to Porom. She knows just how to deal with mouthy kids like this - a whap on the forehead and some magical punishment. Roger's none too impressive in light. His damage is weak and his physical toughness won't do him any good against a white mage; he'll quickly be crippled by her status magic and unable to damage her once all her support magic comes into play. Porom's going to put down this brat, then set her sights on Middle, so she can keep Palom out of trouble - if that's even possible. |
Snowfire As enlightened travelers of the universe are no doubt aware, Menodix feel the need to prove themselves in tremendously unwise "Real Man" competitions that generally end with mangled bodies spread all across the Duggus Forest (unless helpful aliens intervene to save them). This, however, does not daunt their spirit. Take this one Roger S. Huxley, for example. Emulating a famous holy hero, he decided to go steal a crystal from Mysidia to truly prove his great manliness. There was just one thing standing in our pint-sized protagonist's way. Well. There should have been two somethings, but the other was busy shirking his duties, in Middle, taunting his far superior and more polite sister. "Go harrass my foul-mouthed brother! Ugh! Wouldn't he be a better opponent if you want to prove you're a real man anyway?!" Our intrepid Roger was puzzled at first. Here, an opponent to prove his strength against where he didn't have to crane his neck upward! This would be good. And crystals always look like an impressive trophy, right? He lowered his head to charge with the pointy helmet of his his... "Oh I give up! Fine! Mini!" On second thought, Roger would have to crane his neck upward after all this fight. And now that Porom put a jar over his head and punched some airholes in the lid, she has the perfect tool to get revenge on Palom's latest trick when he snuck that frog into her desk... nothing like doubling her loser brother's shame. Roger S. Huxley: 14 |
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