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Albert Serdio (Legend of Dragoon) |
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King of Serdio. A high title, worthy of endless praise. However Albert would like nothing more than to add a much simpler title to his name, one he truly deserves; Middle champion. This defensive mastermind has an easy first fight on his path to glory. He faces nothing more than a lowly sniper, who hits his extremely high defense with laughable damage. Even if Clive somehow finds a way to chip Albert's armor, his Green Dragoon Spirit should provide more than enough offense and durability to crush this puny, gothy sniper wannabe. |
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He's both an arrogant little punk and a relentless pursuer of the enemies of his guild. His quest to find and kill his fellow gunner Elza says it all. The young Clive is a member of the prestigious Howling Voice Guild, an expert gunner. And he will need all his abilities to deal with the famed King Albert of Serdio. He will snipe, explode, and generally keep Albert running in terror of his gunslinging prowess. And, although all of this nonsense won’t help him track down his long-lost enemy, a victory is definitely good enough for Clive. |
Cmdr_King Being the natural bookworm he is, Albert intended to study his opponent thoroughly before the match. Pouring all the resources of Serdio into the problem, he managed to snag a working copy of Suikoden II from EBay. He elected to play it himself (really, it's not a big change from how he usually spends his time) and to do so without the aid of advisors. Reaching the end of the game, he realized he had not, in fact, encountered Clive at all. So he played again. This time he met the young gunman, but could not recruit him. Again and again Albert played, never able to fully see all the information about his opponent. First he missed Eliza in Muse. Then he overshot the timed sequence by double. Then by a couple hours. Frustrated beyond anything he had ever known and awake for an unknown number of days straight, the time for the match came and Albert struggled to the arena. Then he saw his opponent, the very blonde that had caused him such grief. Howling like the damned, he tore into his opponent with a fury that shamed even greats like Luca Blight. The medics are debating just creating a new Clive from blood samples rather than trying futily to find larger remains, except Albert also took out the first few rows of the audience as well. The amusing part is that no one really cared. Even the medics had to be bribed most heftily to put so much effort into the matter. And thus the universe finally hands out the most deserved "SCREW YOU" in the history of RPGdom. And it was good. Albert Serdio: 44 |
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