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[Marlowe]

There we go. I might tweak things a bit here and there before the deadline but yeah, here she is!

Spoiler: Suvi Balcht

"Harm me and I will return it twofold. Harm my wyvern and I will make sure you will regret it for the rest of your short and miserable life."​

• Overview
• General
• Backstory

• 
  Name: Suviyana Balcht
  Age: 21
  Gender: Female
  Class: Dracoknight
  Origin: Glaise
  
  Summary: A dracoknight whose purpose had been shattered by betrayal and now wanders to obtain new experiences and grow stronger.
  
• 
  Appearance: Suvi stands at a decent height of 5'8 and is often found in dracoknight armor. Her armor is as dark as her wyvern's scales, often mentioned that she seemed to blend in rather well with her mount. She often has a silver axe strapped on her as a form of protection. She wears an amulet around her neck with the symbol of her family on it. This once served as a symbol of pride and prestige but now is the brand of a traitor.
  
  Personality: Suvi is Glaisian-born and, as such, mimics much of the typical personalities of her people— her words are often blunt and lack restraint unless they are a person of authority. She does not fear speaking her mind and would challenge decisions made if she deems them to be unwise. While Suvi can be described as harsh most of the time, she is also incredibly honest. She would not hesitate to tear into someone for doing something stupid but, in the same vein, she would also not hesitate to praise someone for quick decision-making. Suvi does not hold grudges and understands that people can grow from their mistakes and, as such, would have no problem with admitting that someone she didn't like before had done something good.
  
  A harsh critic is often the harshest to themselves and Suvi is exactly that. She tirelessly trains and challenges herself to make herself better— doing her best to live up to the expectations of her deceased family placed upon her. She is a hard worker— determined in her own right to right the wrongs that her family was put through. However, Suvi's stubborness and hardheadedness when it comes to training can come back to bite her in the ass if there isn't anyone to keep tabs on her as she will work herself to the bone if no one is to stop her. While outwardly confident, Suvi has convinced herself to be inadequate compared to her mother— let alone her ancestors.
  
  If there is anything that Suvi is especially soft on, it would be her wyvern, Antonio. This often extends to most other animals but wyverns especially. She practically grew up with Antonio and practically considers him family. At this point, she is convinced he is the only family she has left. She takes meticulous care of her wyvern and is overprotective of him. She can forgive a slight against herself, but becomes vindictive when he's involved.
  
• 
  Backstory:
  The Bacht family had always prided themselves as a family of dracoknights— ever brave, ever loyal. Many dracoknights in history had come from the family and they are renowned for both their skill as soldiers and their skill as wyvern riders. To ensure the quality of both a soldier and their mount, the Bacht family had taken it upon themselves to breed their own wyverns. Every Bacht child undergoes a rite of passage wherein, when they are of proper age, they are presented with a clutch of wyvernlings and they have to do their best to tame it or be chosen by one. Those who are unable to do so would be given other priorities; those who do, however, are subjected to intense training to become a dracoknight. It is these children's responsibility to take care of, bond, and train their wyverns, often under the tutelage of a mentor.
  
  Suvi was one such child. The child of a prodigy, she had a lot to live up to— and she was more than happy to take on those challenges. She looked up to her mother who became a renowned dracoknight who led her troop bravely against arctic beasts time and time again and came back in victory time and time again. She would slay bandits like they were nothing. This was the person Suvi was trying to become. When she had been chosen by her wyvern, she named him Antonio after her favorite character in a fantasy novel, and trained relentlessly. For most people, a description of a typical Bacht training would be horrifying— perhaps even abusive, but that much was necessary to ensure that they would survive being in the army. After all, the wilderness in Glaise is unforgiving.
  
  It had been all too sudden. Suvi had just been returning from her routine flight when she returned to smoke and fire, to red on white, to faces twisted in horror, and the symbol of the khan flying on the flags planted around the Bacht ancestral home. She flew low to avoid detection as the slaughter continued. Horrified, Suvi was frozen in her seat and was snapped at by something— Tavia, her mother's wyvern. Tavia was injured and close to death but it nuzzled against Antonio, her own child, and Antonio flew off with his rider. Suvi couldn't convince Antonio to let her land and find out what had happened or somehow help. They were spotted by the troop but they were too far and had a headstart for the dracoknights to catch up.
  
  After escaping Glaise and knowing it would be too dangerous to ever return, Suvi had resigned to a life of traveling. She had taken on mercenary work to earn coin. It had been a year since then and Suvi relentlessly continued to train, wanting to be strong enough to survive whatever the world threw at her. Suvi still doesn't know why her family was slaughtered by the khan but she is determined to avenge them once she finds out the truth.
  
  Equipment:
  

• Backstory
• Other

• 
  
  • Silver Axe
  • Handaxe
  • Vulnerary (2x)
  • Bacht Amulet
• 
  Likes:
  
  • Animals
  • Wyverns
  • Colder climates
  • Beef stew
  • Nature
  • Training
  • Dislikes:
  • Betrayal
  • Lack of conviction
  • Idleness
  • Helplessness
  • Unresolved arguments
  
  Quirk:Suvi has a thick Glaisian accent and speaks plainly. She walks with a limp on her right leg but she doesn't seem to be in pain despite this and has been seen to be perfectly capable of standing on it for elongated amounts of time; Suvi isn't sure where she picked up this habit. She leans more onto the side where Antonio is.
  
  Other:
  
  • Her wyvern's name is Antonio.
  • Suvi primarily works as a mercenary and has been making quite a name for herself as an independent sellsword.
  • She carries a sword but doesn't know how to wield it; it is from her mother that she had picked up from Tavia before they fled.
  
  Color Code: "I dare you to strike me down."
  

I'll give this a deeper look in a bit, but for now you should try to keep the weaponry to C-class or lower since it's the start, so steel, bronze, etc. This goes for everyone else as well.

 

[AI10100]

AI10100 Bloody_Death down to make a little mercenary troupe if you’re interested.

Oohhh that sounds interesting! I was talking to Spec about possibly being hired we could talk more about it if we get accepted?

I'll give this a deeper look in a bit, but for now you should try to keep the weaponry to C-class or lower since it's the start, so steel, bronze, etc. This goes for everyone else as well.

Roger roger!

 

[Marlowe]

Is anyone else's code breaking when you put color/lists in the tabs o_o

 

[AI10100]

Is anyone else's code breaking when you put color/lists in the tabs o_o

Haha yeah I had to switch to html code just to prevent it. Smth about bbcode isn't agreeing with tabs and lists for some reason

 

[mousecreant]

Is anyone else's code breaking when you put color/lists in the tabs o_o

adding color is fine for me but i haven't tried lists

 

[Marlowe]

Yeah for some reason I can't add color even with html ;( Guess it's a plain cs for me

 

[Aura Of Twilight]

So what's the current gender ratio so far?

 

[Marlowe]

Think it might be even so far.

 

[Serei2477]

Alrighty, I wanted to aim towards a more comedic kind of character

Spoiler: Volo Valcroise

"Behold the grace of a thousand years of dancing!"​

• Overview
• General
• Backstory
• Other

• 
  Name: Volo Valcroise
  Age: 24 [18-30]
  Gender: Male
  Class: Soldier
  Origin: Thysk
  
  Summary: An eccentric soul whose strange fighting style makes him well-known for the right and wrong reasons.
• 
  Appearance: Volo is a tall man standing at an even 6'0 with long platinum blond hair, yellow eyes, and pale skin. When not in his standard issued Thysk armor (which he altered to allow for freer movement), he can usually be found in loose fitting garments that shows quite a bit of skin. "Bold" and "Stylish" would be best fitting for the type of clothing Volo likes to wear, and he will often accessorize his hair and body with anything he thinks will add to the outfit.
  
  Personality: Volo is a man who many often wonder why he didn't choose to go into theatrics. With an eccentric personality and a grace that belonged to a veteran performer, one would think he would naturally gravitate towards the stage. But Volo's heart chose the battlefield, and whatever Volo's heart chooses to do, he will do!
  
  He, being a man from Thysk, retains the joviality/charisma that the country is known for and is extremely open to helping others in their time of need. He loves watching performances and sees battle and training as another type of dance to master. Volo might come across as strange to others or acting a fool just for attention, but those who have known him awhile now will know that this eccentricity is a common trait among his family. A firm believer of the phrase "if you can fight, you can dance" as well as a neat freak. Even if the object does not belong to him, he will try to clean it.
  
  Volo's biggest flaws are that he's very competitive with others and does not take failure very well. Since he is born from a lineage of successful dancers, the idea of failing or him becoming a no-named failure is worse than death. He recognizes his competitiveness as something he needs to work on and is actively doing so.
  
• 
  Backstory: Volo Valcroise was born in Wolfwater to an incredibly long line of dancers. His father was a dancer, his father's mother was a dancer, his father's mother's mother was a dancer. His father's mother's mother's father was a dancer, etcetera. This lineage extends back to around a thousand years; a thousand years of the Valcroise's spreading the art of song and dance across Thysk and anywhere else who would welcome them. Though some chose a different path, such as traveling as mercenaries and dedicating themselves to the military, there was always at least one Valcroise who wanted to share the love of an art that was inherited generation after generation.
  
  However, just because they all shared a common goal, it did not mean they all got along.
  
  Alongside the many dancers within the Valcroise birthed a massive problem of competitiveness. They wanted to one up each other, become more famous than the previous generation, and very few actively discouraged those with talent from dancing out of jealousy. Achievements were scarcely shared amongst one another 'less they wanted to turn it into a competition of "well I did this which is better than what you did". Those who chose different career paths were safe from all the family drama, but the dancers were often pitted against one another or, rarely, joined hands and performed together.
  
  Because of this upbringing, Volo has a very complicated relationship with his sister. Velora, his older sister, saw talent in Volo's dancing and thus viewed him as an obstacle in her path to glory. Volo, on the other hand, couldn't give a damn about her dreams and thought her rivalry towards him was nothing but a nuisance. Though the two love one another and sometimes show to care for each other, they can more often than not be seen bickering or having a full on fist fight.
  
  He'd only been a child when he saw the soldiers on the streets of Wolfwater patrolling the city. Volo thought their gear "boxy and clunky" and inconvenient of a dancer. But when he saw them training, it made him curious. He picked up a long stick of his own and practiced twirling it around. He often whacked his head or his friends with it, which led to lots of play fighting, but Volo became more and more curious of weapons in general.
  
  That's when he got the idea of dancing while fighting. Though he pursued it for a bit and excitedly written down all his ideas, he'd forget about it until he was around 18. Volo had been going through his old belongings to toss out when he'd discovered his idea of adding some *flourish* to combat. The idea intrigued him again and he decided to flesh it out further. He'd been a recruit in the military at the time and barely got a hold of a training lance, but it wasn't long before he started practicing more... unique ways of handling a weapon. Of course, his Commander was none too pleased that Volo was treating his weapon like it was a performance prop. All of his comrades, in one way or another, said the same thing; that their established method of combat was established for a reason, and that they didn't want to see him die a preventable death.
  
  The teasing only stopped when the other soldiers started realizing that Volo's Battledance technique was actually not the worst. Yes, there was a lot of flourish in Volo's movement. Yes, a simple strike turned into some sort of jumping acrobatics trick, but in the end it resulted in a fatal blow as it should. Volo's strange techniques eventually garnered some respect, and though not many agree with it, they are at least confident that their friend's blood won't soak the soils.
  
  As of now, Volo's gotten a good grip on the Lancer's Battledance technique; one that his comrades-in-arms call "pole dancing".
  
  Equipment:
  - Steel Lance
  - 3 x Vulneraries
  
• 
  Likes:
  
  - Dancing/Battledance alone and with others
  - Art/Theater
  - Training
  - Wyverns and Snakes (He thinks reptiles in general are cute)
  - Socializing
  - Being flashy
  - Swampy Landscape
  
  Dislikes:
  
  - Horses (He's afraid of them)
  - Monotony
  - Messes
  - Alcohol (Doesn't see the appeal)
  - Humidity
  - His sister
  
  
  
  Quirk: Aside from the eccentricity, Volo likes to name his moves. (Battledance Ballet, Volo's Vanquisher, the Scorching Samba, etcetera)
  
  Other:
  
  -When Volo is bored he can usually be found dancing somewhere. If there is a body of water nearby, he will practice his dancing near it since he will feel most at home there
  -His fear of horses developed when he saw a horse attack and kill a snake. Volo had been bit by a snake before and it took him out for a week, but when he saw the snake bite the horse and it continue unimpeded, Volo knew horses were not something to befriend.
  
  Color Code: Yellow
  

 

[Castello]

Spoiler: Vini

"I'm going to pay for this in the morning, aren't I?"
​

• Overview
• General
• Backstory
• Backstory
• Other

• 
  Name: Vinicius "Vini" Fitzroy
  Age: 19
  Gender: Male
  Class: Thief
  Origin: Tornebreaux
  
  Summary: A quiet thief turned mercenary, marred by ingrained superstitions.
• 
  Appearance:
  
  • Weight: 115 lbs
  • Height: 5'3"
  • Hair: Silver
  • Eyes: Blue
  Vini is a diminutive and lithe individual, a perfect match for his thief-like approach to combat. While his physique may not lend itself well to direct confrontations, his movements are exceptionally discreet and noiseless, especially when the perilous presence of banana peels is absent. He boasts an unconventional array of inexpensive trinkets, including earrings and bracelets, which he cherishes for the good fortune he believes they bring him.
  
  Personality:
  Vini's eccentricity is quite remarkable. His innate suspicion of unfamiliar environments and people frequently leads him to adopt an aloof or, at times, even rude demeanor when encountering strangers. He tends to reserve his trust cautiously, extending it sparingly to those who have earned it through significant acts of kindness or assistance. Vini possesses a unique perspective on those around him; he harbors minimal admiration for individuals, irrespective of their social standing or prestige, unless he is genuinely indebted to them. To win his respect is no easy task, but once achieved, it's a bond that he values deeply.
  
• 
  
  Backstory:
• 
  Born into a family of thieves, Vini was introduced to the art of theft at a young age. His parents, both skilled burglars, believed that teaching their son the family trade was the surest way to ensure her survival in the tough, unforgiving streets of Llyne.
  
  Vini had a heart that yearned for a different path, but fate seemed to conspire against him. On his very first solo heist, an ill-tempered guard caught him trying to pilfer a shiny pendant from a local jeweler's shop. Instead of reporting him to the authorities, the guard laughed and let him go with a stern warning. Little did Vini know that he was no ordinary guard but a retired thief himself who had decided to protect the city's aspiring young rogues.
  
  Despite his close call, Vini continued to struggle as a thief. His attempts were often foiled by comically improbable accidents. Once, as he was about to snatch a purse from a wealthy merchant, a sudden gust of wind blew it away, and the purse landed in a puddle, soaking both the money and Vini. Another time, while trying to pick a lock, the lock itself fell apart into pieces.
  
  The nail in the coffin was when Vini was contracted by a group of mercenaries to steal a key to wealth merchant's chest. As his nose was against the dresser where the key was hidden, almost out of nowhere, he slipped on a banana peel and barely escaped without the bounty. When he explained what happened to the mercenaries, they refused to believe it until they spotted a piece of the peel still ironed to his sole. When the leader, Mira the leader of the Silver Cat Mercenaries, she could not stop laughing. She reassured that Vini reminded her of her old self and offered to take him under her wing, stating that a thief's life had brought nothing but bad karma.
  
  Under the guidance of Mira, Vini's karma began to improve as he begun taking missions where he felt virtuous. While his life as a thief was over, Vini still stuck by his skills, lockpicking, stealing, stealth and using daggers. He served as an important asset to the Silver Cats, offering adept reconnaissance and espionage.
  
  When Mira retired from being a mercenary, she gifted him a silver cat's ring, said to bring good luck to those who wear it. While the Silver Cat Mercenaries disbanded, Vini continued his life as a mercenary, taking odd jobs.
  
• 
  Equipment:
  
  • Iron Knife (x5)
  • Iron Dagger
  • Lockpicking set (x20)
  • Vulnerary
  Likes:
  
  • Fashion
  • Personal Space
  • Honesty
  • Not-Black Cats
  Dislikes:
  
  • Bananas
  • Black Cats
  • Loud Noises
  
  Quirk:
  
  • Wears a ring depicting a silver cat, said to give him good karma and luck
  • But yeah he believes in karma
  Other:
  
  Color Code: #82E0AA (light green)
  

Okay now the format doesn't look like a stroke. Here is draft 1!

 

[AI10100]

I'm glad to know that we all stand in solidarity as victims of the code breaking for no reason

 

[Castello]

I'm glad to know that we all stand in solidarity as victims of the code breaking for no reason

Yeah it says "Backstory" twice,

No I am not going to fix it.

 

[AI10100]

Yeah it says "Backstory" twice,

No I am not going to fix it.

Valid I wouldn't fix it either

 

[Landsharks]

I cooked

Spoiler: Valeria Almiran

"Yes, yes, I'll be with you shortly. The scriptures never said anything about Naga's grace being swift, you know."

​

• Overview
• General
• Backstory
• Other

• 
  
  Name: Valeria Almiran
  Age: 25
  Gender: Female
  Class: Nun (Monk)
  Origin: Reine
  
  
  Summary: A wandering, whimsical cleric bearing secrets not her own.
  
• 
  
  Appearance:
  Stands at about 5'4" in height. Thin build, moderate bust. She's almost never found in any other clothing besides besides a nun's habit.
  
  
  Personality:
  Valeria is a walking dichotomy. When performing services as a sister of the church, she's as solemn and dutiful as any nun of Naga was trained to be. Be it preaching, taking confession, or performing rites, she carries out the Motherwyrm's grace with utmost seriousness and gravity. If nothing else, she's a genuinely pious sister, devoted to the Goddess Naga and performing good works in her name.
  
  However, outside of performing her actual duties, Sister Valeria's entire personality warps into a smug, careless layabout whose only goals in life seem to be needling people and finding amusement for herself. When pressed about this apparent contradiction, all she says in her defense is that no part of her attitude goes against holy scripture.
  
  Surprisingly for a Reinan, Valeria bears little to no trace of any xenophobia. She seems largely fine when dealing with people of any nationality on the continent, though militant Glasians draw a wary eye from her.
  
  
• 
  
  Backstory:
  On the surface, Valeria would be the first to admit that her personal story isn't really all that remarkable. She was an orphan raised by the church, who continued to stay on in its service out of both genuine faith and in gratitude for giving her safe harbor. Her instruction revealed her talent for light magics, and she excelled in her training thereafter. Of course, her general attitude was a constant headache for the nuns teaching her, but her magical strength and her being able to at least perform her duties with gravitas allowed them to write Valeria's whimsy as an unfortunate blemish on an otherwise stellar record.
  
  Valeria will admit any of the above mentioned freely to those who take enough of an interest to ask. All of it even has the benefit of being completely truthful. What she will refuse to discuss under any circumstance, however, is that while she is indeed a traveling cleric, she is also a spy for the royal house of Reine. As befits a kingdom whose ruler bears the title of Holy King, church and crown are closely intertwined in Reine. Thus, when Valeria's direct superiors in the church saw that she had little problem with foreigners while still being entirely loyal to the kingdom, they recommended her to the holy crown's spymasters for assignment.
  
  Her role is to walk the rest of the continent and report back to the kingdom with information about the goings-on of other nations, especially at the lower levels of society. Valeria herself has no issues with being a spy, as she still continues to work in the Motherwyrm's name while providing vital information for her home's defense.
  
  
  Equipment:
  - Light Tome
  - Nosferatu Tome
  - Iron Dagger
  - Vulneraries
  
  
• 
  
  Likes:
  - Beer
  - Banter
  - Melted Cheese
  
  Dislikes:
  - Unwarranted self importance
  - Sweets
  - The unfaithful
  
  Quirk:
  Valeria has an unfathomably high alcohol tolerance for someone of her size and weight, able to easily outdrink burly men that stand heads above her.
  
  
  Other:
  Voice claim: Kate Higgins (C.C.)
  
  Color Code: #9365B8
  
  

 

[Marlowe]

I don't know why the code is so finicky lol

 

[Rouge Rogue]

Planning on a dude btw, but can go for a chick instead if needed

 

[Aura Of Twilight]

I'm also planning on doing a male character, if possible. He's going to be a dark mage.

 

[Bloody_Death]

Spoiler: Kouki Chibana

Credit to @/saichi_380 on Twitter​

"All that matters is that we won and came out alive. Who cares about what we did to achieve that."​

• Overview
• General
• Backstory
• Other

• 
  Name: Kouki, Chibana
  Nickname: Kou
  Age: 25
  Gender: Male
  Class: Mercenary
  Origin: Hifuka, Yelm
  
  Summary: A young man from the nation of Yelm. A skilled sword user who strives to grow stronger so that he may one day protect those closest to him.
• 
  Appearance: Kouki stands at 6'1 (186 cm) and weighs 170 lbs. (77 kgs.) He has a muscular but lean body that is covered with old scars from training and work. He doesn't enjoy wearing his full armor and would much prefer wearing casual clothes. Always the first one to change after getting set up at camp. Even outside of his armor he always has a sword attached to his hip. He keeps his hair messy and casual, not seeing the point in putting effort into something that's only going to get messed up later. He also has piercings in his ears.
  
  Spoiler: Casual clothes

  
  Credit to @/timukai on Twitter
  
  Personality: Kouki is a go-with-the-wind type of person. Often described as laid-back and lazy. He doesn't like thinking too hard and doesn't like working too hard either. Enjoys living an easy life he can have fun in and complains when he has to work harder than he wants to. But this casual lazy front isn't who he is. Kou is a loyal man who honestly might care about those around him more than he cares about himself. But he finds this part of him to be a weakness. He becomes too unfocused and frantic if he gets too emotional. Which in turn leads to reckless movements and irrational thinking. A worrywart. And in his line of work, any sort of mistake can lead to the death of himself or others. So, he often tries to brush worries and serious things aside and opts for staying casual and level-headed.
  
  Following this mindset, Kouki enjoys being a follower rather than a leader. It's easier to do as told rather than being the one telling others what to do and he doesn't have to worry about feeling responsible for those who may have died while out on their mission. But in the long run, he prefers working alone or in a small group. He doesn't have to worry about so many people and he's always been a bit of a lone wolf so it's what he's used to doing anyway. Survival and enjoyment are the two most important things to him. He doesn't care much about honor and is more than willing to use cheap tricks and schemes if they bring a better chance of survival to those involved and just make everything in their lives easier.
  
  Kouki is truly passionate about the sword and wielding it, however. It is one of the greatest joys in his life. If he isn't facing an enemy in battle he loves to invite comrades to spar with him if he needs to let out some energy. But outside of anything involving the swords or worries, Kou is very reserved. He keeps to himself and loves wandering around. This isn't to say he hates social interaction, he just isn't one to take the initiative a lot. Unless he wants to spend time with someone they're going to need to ask him to join in casual activities. Because he surely won't be asking to join himself.
• 
  Backstory: Kouki was born in a family of four in Hifuka, Yelm. His Ma, Pop, and older sister. And for as long as he can remember, he's always been an outlier. Born and raised in a small fishing village, yet completely despises the art of fishing and the majority of fish dishes. Ever since he was a little kid he was never good at fishing and never wanted to be good at it. The thought of sitting on a boat for hours with nothing but a rod and smelly bait? It was a worse punishment than being grounded and sent to his room. If he was going to be forced to fish he would rather jump into the water and just use his hands. It was harder and less efficient, but it was fun.
  
  For the longest time he never actually had an ambition to do anything. He helped with non-fish-related aspects of his family's shop and then wandered around aimlessly till it was time to turn in for the night. He was fine with living this type of life. But that changed when a small group of bandits attacked the small fishing village. Much like many of the other able-bodied people in the town, it was up to them to protect their homes and each other. Kou was only twelve when he was a part of his first battle. For the first time in his life, he felt a thrill. A spark. This was fun. He fought with a smile on his face. Clashing swords with bandits as their small community successfully chased them off. It was the first time in a long time that this small fishing village got raided. While others thought it was a terrible and frightening thing, Kouki thought it was the most exhilarating thing he'd ever done in his life.
  
  From that day on Kouki had something he actually wanted to do. A goal he wanted to accomplish. To become a strong swordsman who could challenge the toughest of opponents and have a thrilling battle! He began training in his free time over the next few years. No longer did he wander in his free time. Evenings after his work were spent with swords and makeshift dummies. Eventually, his family and village noticed his quickly improving skills and they suggested he get formal training to make proper use of his potential. At the age of 17, he was finally old enough to be able to enlist and did so, ready to set off for the next part of his life.
  
  The next few months were spent doing extensive training in the military before finally graduating and becoming one of the many samurai in their ranks. He served for about six years. He faced and succeded in many tough missions. Loving every second of it! It was hard to find someone as excited as him when it was time to face battle. In his fifth year, he was promoted to lieutenant. Thinking that a higher rank means tougher missions! Which was true...but he also had to lead people. That part wasn't as fun. He wanted to be in the fight. Not the one telling people to enter fights. He only stayed in this position for a year before retiring. His fun job had become stressful. It wasn't what he wanted. So, he returned home for the first time. Excited to tell his folks all he did and was able to do! Only to learn he had no family waiting for him. Bandit attacks have become more frequent here over the years and his family were some of the many victims of these attacks.
  
  Nothing over the last six years hurt more than this. It was a feeling he couldn't describe. They had died in an attack a year ago. It's been that long and he had no idea. The neighbors tried to comfort him. Saying that his parents died honorable, protecting their home. But what good is honor when they're dead? He'd much prefer shameful alive parents than honorable dead ones. The house was still intact but pretty much empty. There were some old things the bandits left behind. Old fishing rods and some pictures. That night he set off to raid this nearby bandit camp pestering his hometown. But this fight hadn't been fun. Vengence, rage, sadness. None of this made him feel good. This was less of a fight and more like a bloody temper tantrum. But even cutting down the very group that took his family away wasn't helping.
  
  He didn't want to spend any more time here. He visited his family's graves, left them some nice flowers, visited the house one last time, and then left for good. Leaving Yelm to travel all of Zefir. With nothing left to tie him down, he wanted to explore the world as a traveling mercenary. Still striving to be stronger but not just for thrilling battles anymore. He wants to be strong enough to never feel the pain of losing someone again.
  
  Equipment:
  • Dual Katana
  • Steel Katana
  • Vulnerary
  • Mini Fishing Rod
  
• 
  Likes:
  • Thunder Storms
  • Fantasy Novels
  • Steak
  • Sparring
  • Mochi Ice Cream
  • Sushi
  
  Dislikes:
  • All Fish Dishes except Sushi
  • Fishing
  • The Heat
  • Mornings
  • Spending Money
  • Stuffy Clothes
  
  Quirk:
  • Has a habit of singing catchy songs to himself while he's fighting. He claims it helps him stay focused.
  • Often flips coins when he can't make up his mind about something.
  • Always tries to haggle while shopping.
  
  Other:
  • He still absolutely hates fishing with a passion, but he's trying to become better so he can be just as good as his late family.
  • He came from a lower class family so he's always been stingy with money. Even when he made a decent wage while serving.
  • He hates all fish dishes because that's the only thing his family made when he was a kid.
  • He only likes sushi because there are enough flavors to mask the taste of the fish.
  • Despises waking up before 11 am.
  
  Color Code: #9c53a6
  
  

Accidentally sent this before I was actually done. But here's my guy! Hopefully his backstory isn't too long. I was really trying to keep it short

 

[Bloody_Death]

AI10100 Bloody_Death down to make a little mercenary troupe if you’re interested.

I'd be down to do this too if we all get accepted! Sorry for taking so long to reply

 

[Marlowe]

Planning on a dude btw, but can go for a chick instead if needed

I think the gender ratio is balanced so far so no worries!

 

[Marlowe]

Also, the characters are looking insanely good so far. It's probably gonna be tough to choose.

 

[stepherz345]

-I've lived the life of a noble but now I want to live a life I can call my own



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Name: Victoria Leroux
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Class: Archer
Origin: Wolfwater, Thysk

Summary: A noblewoman who is eager to explore Zefir with her trusty bow and brother[/tab]

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Appearance: Victoria stands at the average height of 5'5 with a lithe physique. As a noble, she was often forced to wear tight-fitting dresses, corsets, or skirts. Now that she is living life on the road, she tends to wear pants and long-sleeved shirts. Her hair is usually up in a ponytail or braided. The only jewelry she kept is a simple silver heart-shaped necklace that her mother gave her.



Personality:
Victoria is an optimistic, cheerful, and excitable lady. She loves getting to meet new people and see new places, though that was a rarity for her growing up. She was expected to be a proper lady; elegant, graceful, and obedient. Anything deemed un-ladylike was met with a scolding lecture behind closed doors. Now that she's fled the life of nobility, Victoria is finding her voice and allowing herself to express herself rather than repress it like she was taught.[/tab]

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Victoria was the only daughter of Gerald and Lydia Leroux, a noble family that resided in Thysk capital. The only legitimate child that is. Her father's philandering ways eventually resulted in her younger half-brother, James Holzer. Her father and mother simply ignored him and pretended he didn't exist while his mother still continued to be a maid and he eventually worked in the stables. Victoria however welcomed him with open arms and the siblings spent time together in secret. The siblings shared their dreams, their fears, and everything in between until one day their lives took a drastic change.

Her father arranged for her to wed a man twice her age and a rumored alcoholic. At first, Victoria simply bit her tongue, accepting that this was her fate. However, as the wedding day got closer the more anxious and restless she felt. Marrying this man would end any chance she had of achieving her dreams of seeing all of what Zefir had to offer. So the night before her wedding, Victoria quickly packed a bag and headed out the door, only to be stopped by her brother. Rather than stop her, James insisted on joining her. Together the two left the only place they had known as home and went off to start their new lives.




Equipment:

1. Steel Bow
2. Vulnerary
3. 3 rations of food
4. Leather Armor
5. 50 gold pieces

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[tab=Other]
Likes:[/tab][tab=Other][/tab][tab=Other]

1. Water
2. Socializing
3. Mornings
4. Reading
5. Hunting
6. Music

Dislikes:

1. Broccoli
2. Excessive Heat
3. Humidity
4. Arrogance
5. Spiders
6. Ale

Quirk: Quirk: Often times Victoria can be heard humming whether she is lost in thought, doing a mindless task, or just plain happy.

Other:

Color Code: [/tab][tab=Other]#9365B8
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[RedArmyShogun]

I'm going with an Armored Knight for my concept, female, not sure on the nation just yet, repurposing a sheet from another RP to make it all the easier. I'm going to aim getting it out today. Scratch the repurposing, doing something new.

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[stepherz345]

I will rise above my station and make something of myself ​

Name: James Holzer
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Class: Cavalier
Origin: Wolfwater, Thysk

Summary: A silent guardian who seems to enjoy the company of horses over people [/tab]

[tab=General]
Appearance: James is 6'0 with a lean figure thanks to his work as a stable boy and taking care of the horses. All his life he has only ever worn simple and cheap clothing. However, it has never bothered him considering his line of work.

Personality:
James is a man of few words. He is a silent observer who takes everything in before making a decision. Due to his upbringing, he trusts few people, and the few that he does, he is willing to risk his life for them. He can come across as cold and stand-offish but if someone is lucky enough to earn his trust they get to learn that James is a polite and kind-hearted man. A practical man, he doesn't often indulge in fantasies or dreams, preferring things he can actually achieve.[/tab]

[tab=Backstory]
Backstory: James is the product of Gerald Leroux's affair with the maid. His wife was understandably upset and demanded they be thrown out. Gerald refused and allowed them to stay, denying that James was his son even though their likeliness was undeniable. It was decided that once James was old enough, he would work in the stables. Out of sight, out of mind. It was the only act of kindness his father ever showed him. At first, James was hopeful that eventually Gerald would acknowledge him but over the years, he eventually let that dream go. Thankfully his older half-sister, Victoria was all too happy to spend time with him when they could manage. The siblings grew up as complete opposites but were each other's confidants and he confided in her his dream: To become a cavalier like in his favorite storybook.
As they got older, James always assumed that dream was just that, a dream. Until one day Victoria made a decision that ended up altering his life as well. The night before her wedding, he was still awake and heard noises coming from the kitchen. It was there he found Victoria and after listening to her share how she could no longer life this life and wished to explore the world, James decided right then and there to join her. So the two siblings packed what they could and jumped on the fastest and strongest horse they had, Thunder, and road off into the night.



Equipment: [weapons, potions, elixirs, food, and other such things go here; a list is fine]
*Steel lance
*Horse (not quite sure it counts as equipment but thought I should make it known)
*3 rations of food
*Iron armor
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[tab=Other]
Likes:
*Fishing
*Horses
*Apples
*Cooking
*Reading

Dislikes:
*Excessive Heat
*Most nobility
*Theoretical/Theory
*Asparagus
*Small spaces

Quirk: He has a hard time maintaining eye contact with people as he feels awkward and vulnerable.

Other:

Color Code: [/tab][tab=Other]#2969B0
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[stepherz345]

I apologize for the coding errors on my end. I swear I copied and pasted! I will try again and see if I can fix it!