Fantasy Fire Emblem Dawnward Song Character Directory

[RedArmyShogun]

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Spoiler: Class List

(All Regions)
-Myrmidon (Sword) - Sword Master(Sword) - Asura (Sword)

-Knight (Sword, Axe or Lance) - General (Any two of previous weapons) - Marshall (All 3 weapons)

-Archer (Bow/Crossbow) - Sniper (Bow/Crossbow) - Marksman(Bow/Crossbow)

-Soldier (Lance/spear/Polearm one of across line) - Halberdier - Sentinel

-Priest (Staff, healing magic)- Hight Priest (Staff, Healing magic) Septum (staff, Light, Healing magic)

-Monk (staff, light magic) - Bishop (Staff, light magic) - Saint (Light magic, Staff, Sword)

-Cleric (staff, healing Magic) - War Cleric (healing magic, sword, staff) - Valkyrie (Mounted, Sword, staff, healing magic)

-Mage (Tome, any one anima magic) - Sage (tome, any two anima magic) - Guru (Tome, all three anima magics)

-Laguz - Laguz Fighter (partial transformation akin to Wolfskin and Kitsune) - Laguz Chief (turn into a large beast form)

-Dancer/Bard (Female/Male only, Arts and Sword/Bow or Sword) - Prima/Story Teller (Sword, Arts/Sword and Bow) - Starlet/Orator (Sword, Arts/Sword and Bow) (Note, Chakrams count as swords in this build, it is acceptable for either to have abilities to enhance allies and morale)

(Kingdom, Republic and Commonwealth only, mounted, flying, Female Only)
-Pegasus Knight (Lance) - Falcon Knight (Sword, Lance) - Seraph Knight (Sword, Lance, Axe)

(Izmir, Empire and Dynasty only, mounted, flying)
-Wyvern Rider (Pick one, Sword, Axe, Lance) - Wyvern Lord (any two) - Dragon Lord (all three)

(Iwata Xuanyu Unique)
-Martial Monk (staff/arts) - Martial Master (staff/arts) - Martial Lord (Staff, Arts)

-Ninja (Throwing Knives) - Master Ninja (Sword, throwing Knives) - Shinobi (Sword, Throwing knives, arts)

(Izmir Unique)
-Thief (sword or knife) - Assassin (Sword or knife and Bow), Trickster (Sword, Bow, Staff)

-Hunter (bow) - Horseman(Mounted, bow) - Mameluke (Sword, Bow, Mounted)

(Lyon Unique)
-Troubadour - (staff, sword, healing Magic, Mounted) Mage Knight (either two, Staff, Lance, Axe healing magic) -Holy Knight (Mounted, Sword, healing magic, lance)

-Free Knight (mounted Sword) - Gold Knight (mounted, sword, lance, axe) - Paladin (mounted, Sword, Lance, bow, any three)

(Republic Unique)
-Mercenary (Sword)- Hero (Sword and Axe)- Vanguard (sword and axe)

-Light Mage (light magic, tome) - Light Priestess (light Magic, tome, one anima)- Sister Superior (Staff or 1 melee weapon, tome, light magic two anima choices)

(Reantel Unique)
-Fighter (Axe) - Warrior (Axe, bow) - Reaver (axe, crossbow)

-Ranger (Sword) - Blade Lord (Sword) - High Lord (sword and axe)

(Empire Unique)
-Barbarian (Axe)- Berserker (Axe) - War Master (Axe, fists)

-Cavalier (one, sword, axe, lance) - Great Knight (any two) - Lunar Knight (all three)

-Dark Mage (Dark Magic, tome)- Sorcerer (dark magic, one anima magic, staff) - Dark Bishop (Dark Magic anima magic, staff)

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• PROFILE
• BIOGRAPHY
• Inventory
• SKILLS & SPELLS

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  NAME:
  
  AGE:
  
  GENDER:
  
  RACE:
  
  CLASS: (see class list above, pick your starter, remember your advancements)
  
  HEIGHT:
  
  WEIGHT:
  
  APPERANCE: 100% optional, if there is something about your PC that a given image doesn't show, text description.
  
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  BACKSTORY: General history in how you got here, high and low points in life, any experiences or battles they've fought, however, just don't do anything Lore/World breaking, if you are unsure drop me a message. This can be as long as you want but at least a couple paragraphs long.
  
  PERSONALITY: Personality, the bane of some rp'ers or their boon, just what makes your character tick, any quirks or mannerisms and the like.
  
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  ITEMS: Items on your person, this can be miscellaneous flavor text items, such as those relating to logistics or player comfort, and rp purpose items allowed to a player this early on such as Vulnerary, Antitoxin, or Provision items. As we go on, more advanced items will be gained and they serve largely as a flavor addition to posts
  
  WEAPONS & ARMOR: Pretty simple, what you have in line to the class system. If you have an anima tome, name the school of magic.
  
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  SKILLS (or SPELLS unless a cross class then both): I won't be too demanding here, just don't go overboard, this list will expand/upgrade over time, these should be sorta reflective to skills one would have as the class and level they are. I may give examples of this in the OOC.
  
  

(You may also expand this to an extra section if there are things not covered that you want to add such as a voice, theme song, etc. You can also pretty up or change this to your own specifics so much as all sections are included, I just don't know much about bbcode. You are allowed up to two sheets, when approved I'll emote react it.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

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• SKILLS & SPELLS

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  NAME: Alena Semyonovna "Alena the Silver"
  
  AGE: 45 (Physically 18)
  
  GENDER: Female
  
  RACE: Branded (Cat heritage) - Korlovian
  
  CLASS: Cavalier (Sword)
  
  HEIGHT: 5'6" (168cm)
  
  WEIGHT: 140lbs (65kg)
  
  APPERANCE: Surprisingly well toned and has the physical capabilities to maneuver within her solid plate mail, on the back of her neck a trio of marks akin to a cat's claw, marking her as a branded, though her silver eyes and hair likely gives that fact away more easily.
  
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  BACKSTORY: Born to the Semyonov Family, Alena was by all accounts a mistake, unwanted and a child born of lust. Her father Rusland Semyonov had taken indecent liberties with her mother, a slave girl name Yana. Rusland being next to rule in the family lands wasn't allowed to just kill the woman and child growing within her, but they were strictly hidden from view, eventually Yana would give birth to Alena and would be sent away, where Alena never knew, nor had the time to worry about it. For unfortunately her father was already a married man and with a son (Iosif) aside and another child yet on the way.
  
  This fostered a form of resentment and mistreatment from her technical stepmother Polina and bullying if not outright hostile antics of her brother Iosif and sister Selinka. She was given the family name but no titles, no land, nothing, for she was a bastard by birth and a branded. A grievous blackmark, to hide away and to take the bare basics of care of. Yet one that could be put to work and hopefully made use of in the primary occupation of the Empire.
  
  War.
  
  Being hoisted up to be a soldier, her natural advantages given from her Laguz heritage and branded physiology would serve her well, though it did not endear herself to her father, something she did not expect in any case. It did however allow her to survive and she found a solid footing in the Imperial Calvary Knights. Eventually traveling in raider and patrol parties with her father and brother, she would prove herself worthy of the investment of being allowed to live or not being made a slave herself.
  
  From the age of 14 to 25, she would fight the Empire's Wars and battles, often as part of opening assaults or as a bodyguard unit for her brother or father, Alena would serve in the Imperial Army, until the 24th Day of the 7th Month, in the Depths of Summer along the Imperial-Republic border, one of their raids made the mistake of hitting the same location too often, and too close to Duland. A Republican Response was all but a matter of time and a few errant whispers aside, and a response did they have, the entirety of the Daybreakers Free Company fell upon them, and Alena was left to die.
  
  Or rather ordered to fight to the last and buy the raiding unit time to escape, Iosif had told her to not return unless the bulk of the Republicans laid dead. She fought briefly valiantly alongside a few other troops deemed expendable, but eventually further hostilities would serve no purpose, so, Alena laid down arms and surrendered, being taken as a prisoner. Given her family name, it was not unusual to sell prisoners back to their home nations, but they received little more from the Semyonov's than a "I have no daughter by that name." letter, in response. So, they offered her a deal, she could work up the ranks and earn trust, and assured her, in the Republic at least, her heritage didn't much matter. For the next several years, she has worked alongside the Daybreakers and seen the advent of the Airship and took part in the first shock troop attacks in the company service, even against the Imperials. As force rotations were carried out and the old being replaced at the front by the new, she finds herself alongside a venerable knight, one that was among those that captured her none-the-less and who was very amused by the arrangement.
  
  PERSONALITY: Initially a bit cold hearted and consumed with thoughts of revenge or self-loathing, having little else to fall back on, Alena was cold, distancing and mayhap a bit too self-sacrificial, with her Imperial heritage and being a Branded things were a bit rough, and, in part none of that changed. While she has come to care about those she fights with a cold and emotionless voice, she keeps calm in the heat of battle, and stressful situations in general. Always trying to think of a way to win, or at least to survive, atop her horse and with sword in hand, she patrols the battlefield, unless events force her from the horse.
  
  She seems to like horses, cats, and flowers, a bit surprisingly to some regards, dislikes air drops and offloading on shuttles with her horse but prefers airships to naval ships as she gets seasick rather easily. While a Mounted Knight it is not unusual for her to fight on foot when and where there is a need, though she rather not. She is neither open nor conceals being a branded. Curiously (or perhaps not) a good cook and knows many tasks some would say is peasant or servant work.
  
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  ITEMS:
  x3 Vulnerary
  x1 Antitoxin
  Drinking Water
  Dried Meat
  Brush for Horses
  
  WEAPONS & ARMOR: Steel Sword, Full Plate Armor, back satchel.
  
  Other Equipment: Battle Horse Seigfried A black colt with steel armor, it is her third horse over the years
  
  
  
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  SKILLS:
  
  Nerves of Steel: This character tends to not panic in the face of the enemy or the unknown, not flinching and keeping her mount steady.
  
  Branded Physiology: Deceptively strong and more durable than her modest frame would suggest.
  
  Break them Down: Provided she has height advantage to an enemy, Alena is skilled in breaking an enemy's guard by bashing he weight of her blade and/or horse in unison to stagger an enemy.
  
  Extraction/Cover: In a time of crisis when an ally is about to fall, if Alena is nearby she will act to quickly go in and snatch them up onto her horse to intersect the enemy attack.
  
  

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

• Armor Knight

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  NAME: Sevin Noctus
  
  AGE: 35
  
  GENDER: Male
  
  RACE: Human
  
  Nationality: Lyon
  
  CLASS: Axe Knight
  
  HEIGHT: 6'5
  
  WEIGHT: 200 lbs
  
  Armor Appearance:
  
  Personality: Sevin is the type of guy who enjoys working because its fun (to him.) He doesn't care about money, but he will get offended about unfair treatment to anyone, because he himself has been abused in the past. Sevin is colorblind when it comes to the color red, as all shades of it look the same to him, hence he will insist his Armor is blood red, instead of pink. Sevin also has a strict training regimen for himself, which involves wearing his armor everywhere he goes, to build muscle and to keep himself fit. Sevin also eats alot, to keep his energy up, but will on occasion splurge on things like chocolate and cake.
  
  Backstory: Sevin grew up in the city of Fleur, under the roof of an abusive father, which developed an unhealthy addiction to eating sweets to keep himself calm. At the age of 16, Sevin ran away from home, after being fed up with being beat up by his father, and getting called a fat pig or even worse. He entered the military, but due to being overweight, Sevin had to go through rigorous exercise, and doing everything he can to get rid of the weight. He would work out every day, and be on a diet, and by late winter, Sevin became physically different from his overweight self.
  
  Having well defined muscles and a good tan, Sevin was no longer the abused and overweight kid he was. He had finally became a man. After he became physically fit, he was finally put into boot camp, and was trained in the art of fighting with an axe, while also adjusting to the training armor he received at the start of teaching. He would master the axe, and soon, added to the main fighting force of the country. Sevin had been in plenty of battles, but soon, he started feeling bored, like there was more he could do than just be a hired soldier. He would leave the army at the age of 34, with his armor and axe in hand, to find his true calling.....
  
  Items: Vulenary, Antitoxin
  
  Armor/Equipment: Heavy Armor, Steel Axe, Hand Axe
  
  Normal Skills:
  Mountain Climbing
  Can Lift up objects that are twice as heavy as him
  Axe Mastery
  
  Combat Skills:
  Fortress Defense - A passive skill in which Sevin is able to stand his ground in the face of an incoming assult, which enhances his defensive and offensive capabilities
  
  Vantage- Sevin is able to act before his opponent in melee combat, swiftly striking with his weapon in a burst of speed that catches most opponents off guard.
  
  Dual Wield - Sevin can fight with two weapons at once, which increases his chances of landing a blow in a melee fight.
  

 

[Nellancholy]

NAME: Onibi

AGE: Early 30s

GENDER: Female

RACE: Beorc

CLASS: "Shrine Maiden" (Monk -> Bishop -> Saint)

HEIGHT: ~150 cm

WEIGHT: ~60 kg

BACKSTORY:
The pre-eminence of the Iwata-Xianyu empire did not guarantee peace and abundance for all within its borders, as much as one might wish otherwise. Many turn to a life of crime to feed themselves, lurking in the darkness of cities or within the wilderness, fighting for what they want as animals do.

In her youth, Onibi was one of these people, roaming with a gang of bandits who attacked travelers to pillage whatever wealth they had on hand. More than just food and clothing, they came to covet gold and silk and other finery, that could be sold for ever greater profit and kept in part as a show of indulgence.

Eventually, their attacks on merchants carrying such treasures became unbearable, and traders in the area pooled their resources to hire a team of mercenaries that tracked the bandits to their lair and put them to the sword and torch.

Only Onibi escaped that day, disappearing into the forest. Several days passed. Starved and tired, she chanced upon an caravan heading to Huidai. For her own survival, she set upon them, attempting to take as much food and water as she could carry, ferociously fighting the guards even in her weakened state. Even so, one blow from the caravan's leader was enough to fell the dying bandit.

It transpired that said leader was Jyunichi, a middle-aged priest who was assigned to Huidai to take the position of head priest at the shrine of Amaria in the city. Rather than leave her to die, Jyunichi showed her mercy, feeding her, treating her wounds, and taking her to Huidai with him.

From that day onwards, Onibi changed utterly as a person. She devoted herself to a life of service to Amaria over the next decade, attending to the temple and its duties faithfully, treating the sick and injured and providing reassurance to the suffering. As the years passed it seemed as if Onibi would make a worthy successor to Jyunichi.

But perhaps one's violent past cannot remain hidden forever...

One fateful day, Onibi noticed that children had begun to turn up injured more often, all with similar patterns of cuts and burns. Some prying revealed the truth: an influential industrialist in Huidai had been "recruiting" children from the poorer parts of the city and the surrounding villages to work in manastone mines and manatech assembly lines under unsafe conditions, for hardly any pay.

That night, the industrialist was attacked in his own house, severely beaten and burnt with injuries that reflected those which his "employees" received.

By morning, he connected the dots, realising who the kids had been talking to. The man and his associates demanded the temple of Amaria hand over Onibi to be thrown in prison for attacking an upstanding member of the community.

Instead, Jyunichi chose to declare her "on pilgrimage", sending her away from the city, with the understanding that it would be a long time before it was safe for her to return, if ever.

This incident did nothing to blunt Onibi's sharp sense of justice, and there were many reports throughout the region of a masked figure attacking criminals and oppressors in acts of vigilantism.

Now, Onibi has joined with the Dawnbreakers, seemingly as a way to pursue justice further.

PERSONALITY:
Onibi is a person who deeply regrets her past, and zealously follows her own interpretation of Amaria's values. The only emotion she expresses strongly is righteous indignation, but she is calm and permissive towards children and other vulnerable people, while she does not hesitate to chastize others who err from a righteous path.

ITEMS:

• Scroll of Amaric scripture
• Vulpine mask
• Basic medical supplies (such as vulnearies and antitoxin)

WEAPONS & ARMOR:

• Shine tome (long ranged light magic)
• Staff that can cast Heal and Silence,also makes a decent melee weapon

SKILLS:

• Barrier: A ward of Amaria's light that persists for a few seconds, easily repelling all but the most powerful physical attacks, but permeable to magic. Only big enough to defend one person.
• Flash: A bright flash that leaves nearby beings blinded and momentarily deafened. Spares the user in any circumstance.
• Light Blade: A brief streak of light that is almost rigid, extending the reach of the user's weapon. Persists long enough to parry an attack, but not long enough to sustain a blocking stance.

 

[ReaperMelia]

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  NAME: Kristina "Krista" Von Boetticher
  AGE: 24
  GENDER: Female
  RACE: Burgandian
  CLASS: Pegasus Knight
  HEIGHT: 5' 0"
  WEIGHT: 114 lbs.
  APPERANCE: Krista's pegasus, Sturm, has dark gray fur with a jet black mane. Its armor is white.
  
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  BACKSTORY: Krista is the sole heir of the Von Boetticher lineage, a noble family from Ursthal in the Kingdom of Reantel. The Von Boettchier family always had a poor reputation with the common people of Reantel since it often used its wealth and status to retain its favor with the royalty while doing the bare minimum to help the rest of the nation. Even from a young age, this life was too stuffy for Krista's liking. She was the rebellious type, often sneaking away from home to go watch the Kingdom's soldiers train or visit the markets and buy treats with money she "borrowed" from her wealthy parents. While this led to her family often growing frustrated with the young girl and seeing her as a brat, it allowed her to get to know the commoners and learn about the world beyond the cushy walls of her home. She heard stories of border skirmishes and the Kingdom's past struggles with the Empire and the Sultanate, and as she grew older, she came to detest the fact that her family was content to hide away somewhere safe and enjoy its riches while their nation's borders were constantly threatened. Sure, they had managed to hold off the raids and tests this long, but what would happen if one of their neighbors chose to launch a full-scale attack again?
  
  Fed up with her lavish and passive lifestyle, Krista attempted to run away from home. Twice. Both times, she didn't make it far before being spotted and brought home by the guards her family employed to keep her in order. Realizing this tactic wouldn't work, Krista turned to a new strategy: constantly nagging her parents about her desire to help defend the country's borders to the east of their home city. They eventually relented, and at the age of 17, she began training to become a pegasus knight. All the time she spent observing trainees gave her more background knowledge that allowed her to excel in her studies. Three years later, she was stationed at a border camp and was finally able to feel as though she was helping her nation's people.
  
  Over the next four years, she helped fend off a number of raids. She gained a reputation for being a bit of a handful to command, though she also gained respect for shedding the peace and safety afforded by her heritage and choosing to fight alongside the common people. Her skills continued to grow over the years, though she began to feel that she still wasn't doing enough. Sure, it was important to help defend the border, but the true issue at hand was the conflict that she felt was bubbling beneath the surface while these skirmishes distracted everyone. The Empire had a history of trying to expand its own borders by force, and these raids only seemed to be tests to prepare for a proper assault. Of course, the Kingdom wasn't equipped to confront the Empire head-on, and suspicion wasn't enough reason to declare a war. But perhaps her talents could be put to use somewhere she could fight to ensure peace not just at home, but across the world. With a recommendation from her officer, she enlisted with the Daybreakers, hoping to put her talents to use in a militia with a storied history of bringing peace to the needy.
  
  PERSONALITY: Contrary to what many familiar with her family name initially expect, Krista is loud and crass. She's incredibly competitive and eager to find rivals to push her even higher. She can't stand formal settings or activities, though she at least tries to keep in line around her military superiors so she can keep her position. She also detests anyone who has the status and power to help others but chooses to sit idly by while people suffer. She does enjoy the company of her fellow soldiers and tends to be friendly with any who aren't turned away by her personality. She's compassionate to those who have earned her respect, and she'd gladly do anything to protect innocents, even if it put her life in danger. Krista's also known for swearing enough to make a sailor blush when she gets really angry. She's also incredibly affectionate towards Sturm.
  
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  ITEMS:
  
  • Vulneraries
  • A brush for Sturm
  WEAPONS & ARMOR:
  
  • Steel lance
  • Javelin
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  SKILLS:
  
  • Divebomb: Krista soars high above a grounded opponent before hurtling downward and using her momentum to strike the opponent. Powerful, but difficult to readjust aim if her opponent moves out of the way.
  • Darting Blow: Krista rushes towards an enemy, striking twice as she passes by. Speedy and good for making distance after the attack.
  • Pegasus Kick: Krista strikes at an opponent, and Sturm follows up with a kick while they're staggered. Requires a good opening, but the kick leaves her opponent stunned for a little while.

 

[EmperorsChosen]

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  NAME: Jin Rainer
  
  AGE: 27
  
  GENDER: Male
  
  RACE: Beorc
  
  NATIONALITY: Iwata-Xanyu
  
  CLASS: Martial Monk
  
  HEIGHT: 6'0"
  
  WEIGHT: 225 lbs
  
  
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  BACKSTORY: Jin was born from a Kovlovian father and Hojo mother, near the border of the Kovlovian Empire and Iwata-Xanyu Dynasty. His father, fleeing the militant, war-cult that was Kovlovian culture, met his mother in Longhou, where they fell in love and had him. Unfortunately, while the Dynasty had opened its borders cautiously, the common populace were more so wary, especially given his father was from the Empire. The two faced discrimination, and being of mixed heritage, so was Jin.
  
  To escape this, the family left the city and traveled northwest, settling a small farm somewhere close to the media of Hubai and Longlai near the border. It was there Jin spent his early childhood, helping his parents sow, reap, and care for livestock. It was simple and toiling work, but he was happy and mostly free from remarks of the peasantry, short of when it was time to trade. However, before Jin reached 10 years of age, disaster struck.
  
  While mostly away from the cities, that also made his family's farm an easy target for bandits and parties of Imperial forces prodding the border defenses of he Dynasty. One such attack came at night. Bandits overtook the farm and Jin was ushered into a hiding space beneath the family home. They burned the farm and killed his parents while he could only listen. When the dust settled, he grieved, and when he had no more tears, he buried his parents. However, in the rubble, he discovered an insignia carried by Kovlovian soldiers.
  
  Believing the bandits were actually Imperials, Jin travelled to the capital, his grief turning to rage. Even though the peasantry never much cared for him, he believed showing proof of Imperial aggression would muster some form of retribution for what happened. However, when he reached the capital, he was called a fool and his proof was disregarded. The capital didn't care, and he was turned away.
  
  Disgusted, Jin left the capital and wandered aimlessly. As he came upon towns or villages, he would rob and steal for food, but otherwise felt betrayed by who were supposed to be his people. He continued in this way north until he came upon a temple of monks, one of many that scattered across the continent. Here, despite originally trying to steal food and being caught, he was taken in. The monks clothed, fed, and taught him. This was the first time in his life he had been treated without any hint of aversion or hesitation by others of the country.
  
  This temple was where Jin spent the rest of his childhood at. He was educated more thoroughly on all the gods, as well as reading, writing, history, and mathematics as well as trained. He was a full student of the temple. Jin also assisted the temple in relief efforts for the poor or those seeking refuge. However, while he assisted with these events, it was clear he still held spite in his heart for how he and his family had been treated. Jin's master believed that if he remained in the temple, he would only ever feel that way and see his fellow man as selfish or malicious. He had seen too much of the bad and not enough of the good. Thus, he encouraged Jin to take a pilgrimage and experience the other cultures and peoples of the continent. However, young Jin saw this as just another way of being rid of him. He did leave, however just as spiteful as when he left the capital.
  
  That was when Jin was 18 years of age. He did travel the continent, using the martial abilities he learned at the temple to earn money as a mercenary or sometimes thug, and enjoyed moderate success. Eventually he came upon the Daybreakers. What started a year ago as a one-off interaction became a long-term source of employment. While Jin still doesn't particularly trust anyone all that much, the Daybreakers are at least a steady revenue stream.
  
  PERSONALITY: Jin is a conflicted man. Outwardly, he is flirtatious, somewhat cocky smartass yet compensates for this by have a smooth voice and suave demeanor. He carries himself with confidence in part due to the knowledge that while other masters and warriors require a drawing of a blade or bowstring, he requires no other weapon and is thus, technically, always ready for a fight. Never one to show weakness, even in tense situations he has been known to make jokes or snide remarks. This isn't to say Jin believes himself immortal and is too ignorant to feel fear, however he simply believes that showing fear is probably the worst thing you can do to an enemy, let alone a threat. If he isn't on a job, he's probably drinking, lazing about, or acting with complete nonchalance.
  
  Internally however, Jin is a distrusting man wary of the next betrayal or boot shooing him out the door. His parents died to his father's countryman and his mother's called him a liar and a fool. This has embedded a deep-rooted aversion for his fellow man and while Jin recognizes good people do exist, such as the monks that took him in, he feels opening up and extending trust is more trouble than it is worth.
  
  
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  ITEMS:
  
  • Vulneary
  • Antitoxin
  • Ale
  
  WEAPONS & ARMOR:
  
  • Arts
  • Staff
  • Leather Armor
  
  
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  SKILLS & SPELLS:
  
  
  • Heal - Heals an ally with the staff
  • Windmill Kick - Jin leaps into the air, evading low or mid blows while rotating his body and kicking to attack. He strikes three times, aiming for his opponents head.
  • Iron breaker - Jin focuses his ki into a single point in his body before striking an opponent. The force from the ki makes the blow particularly strong, bypassing some of the opponent's armor.
  • Waterfall Stance - Jin takes a stance with one foot in front of the other and both arms extended and palms facing out toward his attacker. He remains locked in position, focusing on taking in the momentum of his opponent's attack and applying it to a counterattack. This stance sacrifices mobility for defense and counterattacking.
    

 

[Gundam Watcher 27]

• Pegasus Knight

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  Name: Fiona Weissritter
  Age: 18
  Gender: Female
  Race: Human
  Nationality: Burgandian
  Class: Pegasus Knight
  Height: 4'8
  Weight: 108 lbs
  Appearance: Wears Blue shorts and brown boots, with armor plating on the toes and heels (not shown in image).
  
  Personality: Fiona is an energetic bundle of energy who likes to make friends and meet new people, while also having a tendency to be nervous when doing something new for the first time. Fiona dislikes violence, but knows that fighting is sometimes unavoidable. She takes care of her Pegasus with pride and joy, always making sure he's in top shape for the next engagement. Fiona wishes to become a better knight than she is now, and she sometimes gets nervous when talking to other girls, because she finds them attractive, especially the older girls.
  
  Backstory: Fiona was born into one of the poorest families within the city of Ursthal. She grew up having to make do with what she had, and while life was rough, she always had a positive look in life. One day, she had met another girl who seemed to be of the wealthy type, and after having a small chat, she wanted to know more about Fiona. Fiona wasn't sure how to reply, and instead stayed silent, while blushing slightly. She did not think that a wealthy person would be interested in her.
  
  Fiona would think about that day ever since, and by the age of 15, her parents had decided that she would live a better life if she joined the military, so that she could get the money to take care of herself. Fiona was a nervous wreck day one, but she had been the first recruit in her squad that same day, to befriend and partner with one of the most wildest of Pegasi. Fiona and her mount would go through many drills and practice fights, but on the day she was sent to a real battle, she panicked. Fiona would have died on that day, had it not been for a familiar face to intervene, and bring her back home.
  
  After recovering from her shock, and going to check in on her pegasus, she made the decision to defect from the military, and at midnight, she flew away with him. She spent several months foraging and taking up mercenary work, while she also strengthened her will to fight. She wanted to be brave, like the woman who had saved her on that day. The same girl who was interested in her many years ago.....
  
  Fiona would eventually find herself amongst many others, out in front of the Daybreakers airship, as they're recruiting new members for their crew. Fiona wants to join because it seems like a good job with decent pay, something she desperately needed.
  
  Items: Vulenary, Antitoxin
  
  Weapons: Iron Sword, Steel Lance
  
  Skills: Pegasus Grooming, Foraging, Pegasus Riding, Singing
  
  Combat Skills:
  Glimmer - Fiona's weapon flashes bright for a swift moment, before she strikes at an opponent's weakpoint, wether it be a chink in the armor or exposed flesh on an opponent.
  
  Pierce - By using a Lance or similar stabbing weapon that isn't a sword or axe, while flying at a great speed, Fiona can strike a shielded opponent and breakthrough it, to deal damage.
  
  Inspire - By cheering a person on or by singing, her allies are reinvigorated with the spirit to keep on fighting. This can only be used if she's not currently going into close combat or in the sights of a bow user.
  
  Pegasus Information:
  
  Name: Hector
  Gender: Male
  Personality: Rough and Wild
  Height: 7'0
  Weight: 270 lbs
  
  Skills: Flight
  
  Combat Skills:
  Trample - Hector can run over a downed enemy to deal damage using his hooves. The trample can possibly break the target's bones or even mess up their organs from the force.
  
  Magic Resistance - Hector has a innate resistance to dark magic, as all damage Hector or his rider would take from said magic is reduced to light injuries.
  

 

[Serei2477]

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  NAME: Shula
  
  AGE: 24
  
  GENDER: Female
  
  RACE: Human, Ageite
  
  CLASS: Thief (Izmir Unique)
  
  HEIGHT: 5’1
  
  
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  BACKSTORY:
  
  Shula was born to a slave named Arwa and her slave owner who had taken a fancy to her, whether she liked it or not. The pregnancy was discovered around the same time as numerous other maids in the same predicament, and of course the slave owner's wife became furious. The wife sold off every maid in the house to other owners, which is where Shula would end up being born. Unfortunately, she never knew her mother due to circumstances no one was willing to share with her, and so went through her childhood knowing only the other servants as the closest thing to family.
  
  Shula, much like the rest of the other servants, were treated harshly by their owners. She did her best when she could and helped train the children in the noble home how to do their jobs to the exact specification that their owners liked. There were days when things went smoothly, and there were days when Shula took the blame and punishment for the child servants.
  
  When Shula was 17 years old, a servant girl had been murdered by the nobleman after he punished her too harshly, and in revenge, her brother sabotaged the home to the point that a massive fire would erupt in little to no time, catching everyone by surprise before the panic settled in. The chaos presented an opportunity to escape, which Shula, Zain, and many others took. She and Zain just happened to run in the same direction, and so stuck together.
  
  For the next 2 years, the two would stay in hiding. Together, they would struggle to survive. Stealing became their only means of income, and Shula proved to be quite good at it.
  
  At 19 years old, the duo was recruited into a blossoming unnamed rebellion group whose goal was to free all of the slaves within Izmir, made from escaped slaves looking to bring a brighter future. Though Shula and Zain were doubtful of the group’s success at first, they joined anyway as a means to fill their stomachs and have a warm place to rest.
  
  There, Shula and Zain would refine their skills in knives and bow respectively. A trained knight could still beat them, but the two were now very much capable of holding their own. Together with their new found family, they would help slaves escape confinement from multiple locations. Unfortunately, they would get careless one night, which allowed them to be tracked down.
  
  It was only 1 year after joining that the Izmir soldiers discovered their hideout. Shula and Zain turned tail and quickly escaped the hideout, leaving their fellow rebels to the soldiers.To this day, neither of them knows what happened to the rest of the rebellion, but it was safe to assume that they were put back in chains; be it prison or servitude. It still remains their biggest regret.
  
  With the rebellion gone and their faces fresh on the soldiers’ minds, Shula and Zain made the decision that they needed to get out and quickly. They chose to make their way to Lyon on foot, avoiding any cities while stealing only what they needed from small villages. Zain’s knowledge of nature proved invaluable, and Shula’s thievery would allow them to nab tools to further assist them during their long journey.
  
  At the border, they were caught by soldiers of Lyon and the two were taken in. At first, the two were not willing to share any information for fear that they would be brought back to Izmir in chains, but that didn’t stop the soldiers from putting two and two together. To the duo’s surprise, they were welcomed to Lyon.
  
  Shula did not feel right about taking from the citizens of a region that was so willing to take them away from Izmir, and thankfully for her, Zain shared the same sentiment. So the two sought out employment as mercenaries in the town and took whatever work they could. They eventually fell upon Daybreakers, and what they thought would be another short-term contract ended up becoming long-term employment for the two of them. Though she wants to remain positive, Shula can’t help but wonder if this group was meant to fall too.
  
  
  PERSONALITY: Shula is a potty mouth whose language for friendship is talking shit to each other and being able to laugh about it afterwards. She has a major soft spot for children and people who understand her circumstance. Though she is rash and tends to be a bit stubborn, she is still friendly and isn’t looking to hurt other people. If, for some reason, she has to hurt someone, she will be calling them every name under the sun while she does it.
  
  She isn’t a fan of the rich and is pretty bad with names, so to help her remember people, she assigns them nicknames of her choosing.
  
  
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  ITEMS:
  
  -Vulnerary x 2
  -Coin purse
  -Spare daggers
  -Lockpicking kit
  -A few doodads that she totally obtained legally
  
  WEAPONS & ARMOR:
  
  - Iron Daggers
  - Leather armor
  
  
  
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  SKILLS (or SPELLS unless a cross class then both):
  
  Lockpick: Shula is able to pick locks for doors, treasure chests, and diaries.
  
  Pickpocket: Shula’s quick fingers are able to cut open fabric and snatch whatever might be in someone’s pockets.
  
  In and Out: Shula quickly closes the distance between herself and her target, delivering multiple slashing attacks before leaping back to her original spot.
  
  Gotcha!: Shula will quickly approach someone from behind and deliver a vicious blow, stunning them and allowing her to attack again.m
  
  

 

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  NAME: Zain
  
  AGE: 26
  
  GENDER: Male
  
  RACE: Human, Bassari
  
  CLASS: Hunter (Izmir Unique)
  
  HEIGHT: 5’9
  
  
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  BACKSTORY: Zain was born to loving farmer parents on the outskirts of a small village in Lyon, where he was given the side eye from his parents since he was white as snow while both of his parents had dark skin. Since the two were basically attached to the hip, it was impossible for someone else to be the father. They knew nothing of genetics, and so called their baby boy a gift from Odelia. Due to his eyes being as green as the goddess’s robes, they were so certain that they’d been blessed with a natural born farmer.
  
  When Zain was six years old, Izmir soldiers raided the village and took everyone captive. The children were sent to a disciplinary school while the teenagers and adults were sold and sent straight to work.
  
  The disciplinary school was an under-the-table funded institution where children were trained into becoming efficient and obedient slaves. There they would learn basic household duties, outdoor duties, and miscellaneous tasks that may or may not be required of them. Good behavior was rewarded, and bad behavior resulted in corporal punishment.
  
  Zain was a stubborn student who fought his teachers almost constantly, which resulted in multiple scars and beatings until he decided to play along and became the most diligent little servant.
  
  At the age of 11, he was deemed ready for work and was sold to the highest bidder. There, he would meet Shula and work there as the hunter, butcher, cook, and gardener of the noblehouse. Though he didn’t expect to, he grew close with his fellow hunters, gardeners, and cooks, he had come to see them as the closest thing he had to family. He was convinced that he would live and die in that house until he was 19 years old, when the fire that destroyed everything happened.
  
  The rest, if you read Shula’s backstory, is history.
  
  Since losing his biological and almost all of his found family twice, Zain is a little more wary of who he trusts and becomes close to. And his biggest regret was abandoning the rebel group he and Shula had come to know and grow with, even for just a short while. Though he understands that staying would have meant death or, even worse, chained, he still replays those events in his head wondering if there was anything he could have done differently.
  
  Now, he wonders if the Daybreakers is where he will stay for a lifetime, or if it will fall much like the noble’s house and the blossoming rebel group that wilted too soon.
  
  PERSONALITY: Zain is a quiet man who is more of a pessimist than his counterpart. He enjoys all things nature and is very knowledgeable in tracking, survival, hunting, and gathering. Zain has an appreciation for food and listening to other people’s stories, and so sitting down for a meal is his preferred method of getting to know another person. Also even though Zain looks it, he is not that serious of a person and is not averse to sitting down for a cold beer with comrades.
  
  Has an immense hatred for any insect that flies and will kill them on sight.
  
  
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  ITEMS:
  
  -Vulnerary x 2
  -Coin Purse
  -Hunting Knife
  
  WEAPONS & ARMOR:
  
  -Iron bow and arrows
  -Leather armor
  
  
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  SKILLS (or SPELLS unless a cross class then both):
  
  Thick Skinned: Years of corporal punishment has made Zain sturdy physically and mentally. He can take more damage than your average hunter.
  
  Bullseye: Time seems to slow for Zain (figuratively, not literally) as he takes aim and fires a single arrow into the person’s eye.
  
  Triple shot: Zain lines up three arrows and fires all of them at a group of enemies. Can fire all three at one person or one at multiple if they are grouped together
  
  Sharpest Rain: Zain Triple Shots three times into the sky, letting the arrows fall on a group of enemies.
  
  

 

[Landsharks]

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• 
  NAME: Zhu Xunlei
  
  AGE: 25
  
  GENDER: Male
  
  RACE: Beorc
  
  CLASS: Wyvern Rider (Axe)
  
  HEIGHT: 6'3"
  
  WEIGHT: 232 lbs
  
  
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  BACKSTORY:
  Born in the farmlands outside the Xiyan city of Heilong, Xunlei was the second son of a commoner military household that was mandated to give up at least one child to the dynasty's armies every generation in exchange for a grant of land. Throughout his formative years, Xunlei lived a rather strenuous life as a peasant farmer. The work wasn't exactly enjoyable, but it occupied his attention and his body, and the family had a sizable enough plot of land that they were able to grow enough to eat well, strengthening him.
  
  Mere weeks after Xunlei's fifteenth birthday, army officers from the city came to collect their soldier's tithe. Given that Xunlei was only the second son, and he was just young enough to join the army, it didn't come as a surprise when both the soldiers and his family agreed he should be the one to go. And truthfully? He didn't have any reason to refuse. The military sounded more exciting than a lifetime of tilling fields and feeding chickens. So he joined the army without argument, eager to start a new chapter of his life.
  
  Xunlei excelled in training, quickly finding his place in both axe fighting and wyvern handling. They placed him in the air corps, and over the next ten years, his star rose through bandit suppression and border skirmishes with the Korlovians until he became a captain at the age of twenty-five. That was the highest a commoner could go in the ranks without special notice, however. And he didn't have the talent in soft skills necessary to play politics among the officers to catch a noble's eye and be promoted. So this was it. Unless war broke out, this would be the rest of his life until he was either killed or too old and worn to fight. It wasn't necessarily a bad life, and certainly better than what he would have had than if he'd stayed a farmer, but Xunlei felt...dissatisfied. There were no great battles of the age, no grand campaign. No, just patrols and training.
  
  The air corps captain was nearly on the verge of plotting a border incursion in the hopes of sparking a larger conflict when an alternative solution presented itself. The famed free company known as the Daybreakers docked in Heilong, and a chance encounter with a few at a tavern led Xunlei to try to join. After proving his talent to the leadership, he was welcomed in with open arms. His service and rank bought him enough leeway for an honorable discharge from the dynasty's forces, and he set off with his wyvern aboard the Castellion on his next great adventure. Sure, he wouldn't be an officer any more, but he'd practically fallen into that rank in the first place instead of chasing after it. Leadership was a pain, anyways. Best to let some other poor bastard deal with managing him while he busted heads.
  
  PERSONALITY:
  Boisterous, exuberant, and always spoiling for a fight, Xunlei is one to live in the present. He'll just as easily brawl with someone as he will share a meal and several drinks, and hold no grudge either way. Life is short, brutal, and undignified, so why not live it up as much as he can, while he can?
  
  
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  ITEMS:
  - Vulnerary
  - Spare rations, both human and wyvern
  - Leatherworking tools
  
  WEAPONS & ARMOR:
  - Medium Armor: Cloth robes worn over brigandine and chain mail.
  - Iron Poleaxe
  - Hand Axe
  
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  SKILLS:
  - Wrath: Increased chance of striking critical blows when grievously wounded.
  - Air Raid: Attack at high speed from positions and angles ground-bound foes cannot reach.
  - Daunt: Man and beast roar in unison, demoralizing foes to reduce their accuracy and ability to strike a critical blow.
  
  
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  NAME: Xueying
  
  GENDER: Female
  
  PERSONALITY: Snappish and gluttonous
  
  
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  VOICE CLAIM: Max Mittelman (Shigure)
  
  THEME:
  
  
  

 

[Tellussoil]

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• 
  NAME: Marcille de la Soie
  
  ALIAS: Pyro Macy
  
  AGE: 19
  
  GENDER: female
  
  RACE: branded (fire moth)
  
  BRAND: a pair of butterfly wings on the centre of her back between her shoulder blades
  
  NATIONALITY: Lyon Commonwealth
  
  CLASS: Mage
  
  HEIGHT: 158 cm (5'2")
  
  WEIGHT: 45 kg (99 lbs)
  
  
  
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  BACKSTORY: Marcille grew up in the town of Verdoyante. A trading hub for the local farmers and artisans on the green fields the commonwealth was known for—daughter of a beorc father and a Laguz mother.
  Marcille's father is a merchant. he met her mother in the Free Laguz state on a mercantile expedition with his master while he was still an apprentice merchant. the story goes they fell in love and that two years later, now a full-fledged merchant, her father was able to have her immigrate to the Commonwealth to live with him in Arcturo. it's said they were a happy couple. Marcille's mother was said to have been a beautiful woman back with an almost radiant beauty that could be attributed to the type of laguz she was with hair as smooth and white as silk. While her father continued to be a merchant. Her mother took up her family's weaving trade. She was decently skilled and made some top-quality garments to be sold. overall they didn't do so badly.
  
  Then shortly after Marcille was born she and her parents suddenly moved to Verdoyante. The reason for this has never been explained to her. but rumour has it that her mother has "changed" since she got Marcille. and that that was the reason they moved. Marcille had a good childhood. they weren't rich. but both her parents were successful enough in their jobs that they were far from poor. She inherited her mother's gorgeous hair which adults often compliment her for. children sometimes picked on her out of jealousy for her unusual white hair. but nothing too serious.
  Her father was often away from home for his work. be it travelling to another nation to trade goods or going to Arcturo to do his job there. So Marcille spent a lot of time with her mother.
  her mother loved to tell her stories from her past. about her and Marcille's father and the land her mother came from. the stories were always filled with joy, although her mother also always looked so gloomy when she told them. but that was how she always looked honestly. compared to the stories she heard it was like a flame in her mother had died out. still as visually gorgeous, albeit drawn by the years. but lacking now that radiant aura the stories said she had.
  
  At a young age, Marcille discovered her aptitude for fire magic. another thing she inherited from her mother and one of her branded traits. when her mother found out she was happy for her, but also concerned. She helped Marcille understand her fire magic to the best of her abilities. but this was nothing more than the basics of magic. for the rest, Marcille learned through trial and error. she developed a habit of playing with her fire. making it in different shapes and flying through the air in various patterns. something she came up with after seeing some performers in the city. Their performance skills inspired Marcille to do the same. to make people happy with the beauty of her fire. at the age of 14, Marcille went to the city to go to the Academy of Magic to properly learn to use magic.
  
  She studied and trained hard and two years later Marcille was a full-fledged mage. with her newfound skills and determination in her heart, Marcille went out into the world. Whilst she wanted to focus more on doing all kinds of fireworks shows with her magic to entertain people. She soon found that it was not going to earn her enough money to get around. So to earn money Marcille started to do some simple mercenary work as a mage. But still, she would do her fire shows whenever possible which she started to do under the stage name Pyro Macy.
  
  During this period she also got a bit tired of people complimenting her on how pretty her silk-white hair was constantly. so she started to dye part of it black hoping it would make them less focused on her beauty. yet keeping most of it still its original white colour. it was still something that made people notice her. And that was what she needed to get jobs
  Although she loved her shows and the work she did she did wanted to see more of the world. To witness all the beauty that was out there. So when she came across the Daybreakers. Marcille joined the mercenary company as this was a good way to see the world with them. and somewhere inside she hopes to see the land from which her mother came
  
  
  PERSONALITY: Marcille is a cheery person who loves to interact with people and have fun. an almost carefree girl with a fiery passion for entertaining people with pretty explosions and other magical shenanigans. this can come to almost an obsession at times which is the reason that it is not wise to let her remain somewhere unsupervised in case she starts to plot to use something for magic shenanigans or to see if she can blow it up pretty. although she likes being at the centre of attention she does not like it when people keep complimenting her on her looks. She's professional enough to not start badmouthing people who do compliment her. but she can become a bit snarky when it happens too much.
  
  She's rather honest and will often speak her mind. She's not a person to hold secrets for long. when it comes to saying something unpleasant to people she wants to like Marcille will try to word her opinion in the nicest way possible or she will awkwardly try to talk around the subject rather than outright lie to them.
  regarding her being a branded Marcille works on a don't show, don't tell mentality. She's not outright telling people it. but she's not going to deny it if people connect the dots and she knows they are okay with it.
  
  
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  ITEMS:
  
  • Vulneary
  • Red mana stone
  
  WEAPONS & ARMOR:
  
  • Iron Tome (fire)
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  SPELLS:
  
  • Fire: basic fire projectile [rank E]
  • Flame serpent: Caster creates a serpent-like figure out of flames that they hurl at their target [rank D]
  
  SKILLS:
  
  • Moth's flame: (branded trait) ability to freely manipulate fire and flames and cast low-level fire spells [rank E] without the need for a tome or other catalyst
  • Flare: The user conjures a bright fire orb that illuminates the surrounding area. orb loses intensity over time until it extinguishes.
  • Barrage: Casts a flurry of spells to strike at the target in quick succession (magical astra)
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[Aura Of Twilight]

- A specter I may be, I will nonetheless keep persisting until I've found what I seek. For those who died to give me life, I owe them at least that and more. Your sacrifices will not be in vain friends, this I promise. -​

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• 
  NAME: Yurick
  
  AGE: 26
  
  GENDER: Male
  
  RACE: Branded
  
  CLASS: Dark Mage
  
  HEIGHT: 6'3
  
  WEIGHT: 170 pounds
  
  APPERANCE: Yurick stands at a rather impressive stature of 6'3 wearing garb quite different from that of his homeland. His clothing is like that of a otherworldly knight or perhaps a mage, black and brilliant blue from head to toe. Though he looks like it'd only take a swing of a sword to end him there are pieces of armor beneath his cloak. His body is well built but thin enough for speed, a testament to his years of training with a sword over the years. Scars cover his person as a result of his brush with death and when he runs fast enough there is a noticeable limp in his gait. The gloves Yurick wears hide the proof of his mixed heritage and are rarely taken off. The brand is on his left hand and looks somewhat like a serpent's eye in the middle of a diamond. Lastly, although it's difficult to tell just by looking at him his aging has slowed considerably. It is likely he will remain looking youthful for many years to come.
  
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  BACKSTORY:
  
  Spoiler: BIO

  Yurick was born into the Orlovsky noble house as the son of the lord's second wife after his first wife passed away, a young cleric named Asta all the way from the lands of Verguld. The spitting image of his mother, he looked almost nothing like his elder siblings and father, his golden locks and bright blue eyes undeniable evidence of the foreign blood flowing in his veins. To further emphasize the oddity of his existence a brand appeared on his left hand mere months after his birth. While his parents considered it to be a blessing from the gods, others in the nobility saw it as an omen, creating a rift in the court through no fault of the boy’s own. His gentle, timid, demeanor and distaste for battle did little to inspire confidence about his ability to be of future use to the realm either.
  
  Weak, soft, a boy who would never become a man but a coward. Such comments were prevalent even in his earliest memories. Yet despite the pressure placed upon his young shoulders Yurick thrived in no small part thanks to his parents’ stern, yet gentle guidance. Like his older siblings before him he studied under the best teachers of the realm, learning tactics, noble etiquette, and how to wield various weapons. He was particularly efficient in sword and magic like his parents as well. Between his kind, hard working attitude and potential he slowly began to win over some of his harshest critics.
  
  With that being said, not everyone was impressed by his growth, especially his eldest brother Artemis who looked upon him with scorn. Seemingly jealous of their father’s apparent favoritism and disgust for foreigners, he wanted nothing to do with the boy. To him Yurick was a soft-hearted fool tainting the noble bloodline. The large age gap didn’t help either. Earnest as Yurick was to make himself worthy of his brother’s affection he soon found any attempts towards impressing Artemis meaningless. As a result the two never grew close, only exchanging polite pleasantries whenever they came across each other over the years. Spending any more time in each other’s company than necessary led to conflict.
  
  Eventually his little sister Natalie was born. She was the perfect blend of their mother and father with her dark hair and big blue eyes, no brand ever appearing to blemish her pale skin. Since the two were much closer in age than the rest of their siblings, the two easily grew close. When Yurick became of age he began to patrol the border much like the fellow warriors before him. Between the hunts and battles he and his retainers endured they seemed destined for greatness, pride of the empire emboldened in their hearts.
  
  It was during one such campaign that crap hit the proverbial fan. Natalie had decided to accompany him as part of her warrior training, the weather seeming even more frigid than usual as they moved alongside the border. Soon a blizzard was upon them and they had no choice but to seek shelter in one of the nearby forts. They had just barely begun to remove equipment and settle in to wait the storm out when they were suddenly ambushed by a group of brigands and their unwilling laguz slaves. A terrible fight ensued as the fort fell into ruin, men falling left and right as they breathed their last. Bloody but still able to fight Yurick and his remaining men were able to push the enemy outside in the eternal freeze. Before they could land the final blows however mages and archers fired down from above. More men fell until only a few were left. In desperation Yurick was able to land a powerful spell to send the enemy fleeing for their lives, collapsing soon after. He prayed his sister was safe and fell unconscious in snow now painted red, never expecting he would ever wake again.
  
  Surprisingly he opened his eyes much later in a place he had never been, a doctor at his side. When asked where he was, the young prince discovered that he was in a village far beyond the borders of the Korlovian Empire. Apparently one of his men had managed to carry him there and begged for the villagers to save his liege before succumbing to his own wounds. Awful as that was, it was nothing compared to the devastation Yurick felt upon learning that his sister was no where to be seen. The shock on it all plus the pain from his wounds caused him to scream and cry in despair until he lost consciousness once more.
  
  When he woke again it was many days later. The doctor told him that his wounds had finally begun to heal but that he would have nasty scars and that it was unlikely he’d ever be able to wield a sword again. But that meant nothing to Yurick. All he wanted was his sister and retainers–no, life long friends–back. It was to no one’s shock he became depressed. Even when he learned how to walk again, he felt little else than numb. Perhaps in an effort to console him, one of the villagers gave him belongings that the retainer who had carried him all this way owned. Among them was a medal that was only given to the most loyal knights, a badly burnt piece of parchment, and a familiar looking ribbon with a bell attached at the end. Upon studying the ladder two closer, Yurick realized that both belonged in some form to the to the Orlovsky family. The parchment had a sigil only the elite in Korlovia possessed and the ribbon…it was his none other than Natalie’s.
  
  Anger consumed him. Questions swelled in Yurick’s mind. Someone high up had sent a group of assassins his way, but who and why? How did his retainer come to possess his sister’s hair ribbon? Was his sister still alive? His desire to find answers gave him renewed vigor to keep on living. Once his wounds had fully healed, he helped the villagers as thanks while trying to figure out how he’d get back to the empire's capital alive.
  
  Months had passed when the village caught wind of rumors circulating from Korlovia that a tragedy had befallen one of Korlovian high houses. A hotblooded lord and his retainers had been violently murdered by assassins with no known survivors. The young lady was missing and had yet to return to the capital, perhaps having been kidnapped by the same group of villains who had slain her dear brother. Gossip quickly consumed the town as the villagers grew uneasy, wondering if the assassins were among them. They became suspicious of any and all visitors and soon their gazes landed on Yurick, a stranger with odd clothing and an even odder mark on his hand…
  
  Yurick wisely left the village with all haste. From then on, he became a mercenary of sorts to get by. After months of traveling he somehow found himself employed in the Daybreaker Company group, hoping against all odds he'd learn more about his sister's whereabouts and perhaps more importantly, find a new purpose for his cursed existence.
  
  Dead bastard lord or not, he had to keep moving.
  PERSONALITY: Although his appearance can be rather intimidating to some, Yurick has inherited many of his mother's traits like her gentle, calm, nature and distaste for bloodshed. Any competitiveness he once possessed is now near nonexistent and for the most part he'll try to avoid conflict if at all possible. He's a quiet, serious young man, observant as much as he is thoughtful and will attempt to be voice of reason when tensions are high. As a result of growing up in a harsh environment however, he can come across particularly blunt and even hurtful, especially when angered. He tries not to come across as rude but such habits are hard to break. He's generally patient and open but wont make any bones about letting others know if he feels like they're wasting his time or prodding too much, even if he feels guilty afterwards. When in a particularly foul mood he has a bad tendency to subconsciously make the earth around him temporarily tremble with magic.
  
  Yurick is a introvert by nature and has a tendency to isolate himself from others. Antisocial, depressed, and unwilling to trust others, he keeps people at arms length in a subconscious effort to protect himself. Always on guard he keeps his true emotions hidden behind a stoic, prickly, facade. Unsurprisingly, Yurick is a man of few words but will always answer the call when truly needed. He will aid his allies the best he can and is even willing to give his life to those he considers trustworthy. At his very core he is a softie and a worrywart, wearing his heart on his sleeve.
  
• 
  ITEMS:
  
  • 1 Elixir
  • Ribbon
  • A few books about whatever he may find interesting at the time
  • Bedroll
  
  WEAPONS & ARMOR:
  
  • Flux tome
  • Dagger (mostly for hunting but a tad for self defense)
  • Iron sword (unusable?)
  • Light tome (unusable)
• 
  SPELLS:
  
  • Flux (level E dark magic)
  • Corrosion (level D dark magic)
  SKILLS:
  
  • Hex: A foe is temporarily stunned as dark magic envelops them and causes pain akin to breaking a limb or having their insides rearranged, making it possible for Yurick to avoid some close ranged attacks. Requires a degree of concentration and lasts just a matter of seconds. Less effective on enemies with a high pain tolerance/magic resistance.
  • Branded Physiology: Yurick is more durable than his appearance may suggest and is strong enough to cause some serious damage with just his hands. His aptitude for magic is also particularly high.
  • Royal Resolve: Ties into his laguz heritage. When backed up into a corner Yurick's speed, attack, and defense increase slightly regardless of his wounds. Allows him to unleash a barrage of stronger spells at the cost of any remaining strength.
• 
  Likes:
  
  • Reading
  • Training
  • Researching new ways to use magic, currently interested in creating constructs and imbuing objects with power
  • Coffee
  • Sweets (has a bad sweetooth)
  • Nature
  • Taking walks
  • Quiet
  • Chilly days
  Dislikes:
  
  • Sleeping
  • Talking about the past
  • Hot weather (he feels like he's melting, he can only appear composed for so long)
  • Noise
  • Needless violence
  • Any kind of alcohol (had a bad experience once, plus he's seen more drunks than he can count)
  • Wasting time
  • Hamsters (childhood incident, don't ask)
  
  Quirk: Due to the trauma he's experienced Yurick no longer possesses a pure heart and thus can no longer cast light magic. Nonetheless, he carries one on his person as a reminder of what he once was.
  

 

[Carolyn]

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• 
  NAME: Mella Luppi.
  
  AGE: Somewhere in her 30s.
  
  GENDER: Female.
  
  RACE: Beorc.
  
  CLASS: Archer.
  
  HEIGHT: 5'6" (167.64 cm).
  
  WEIGHT: 135 lbs (61.235 kg).
  
  
• 
  BACKSTORY: Mella Luppi is a quiet archer in the ranks of the Daybreakers. So steadfast is she in her unwillingness to speak that rumors of her heritage have abounded. The fanciful imagine a runaway princess of Korlovia with a tongue too rich to be unleashed. But the old-timers laughed off the idea. They knew that her manners were as coarse as any of their own. Either she was a child of the streets or some other bad luck led her to seek her fortune among mercenaries.
  
  Though her origins are unknown, Mella was introduced to the company some twenty winters ago. While marching to another battlefield on the northern border of Verguld, a spry girl joined the rear column without anyone noticing. It was only during the night that a sentry discovered her eating their leftovers. Brought before the captain, she exchanged a few words with him out of earshot. The captain then recruited her unconditionally.
  
  Despite her age, Mella received no special privileges. She was fed only when she contributed to the Daybreakers. At first she was part of the cooking staff. Working her way up from potato peeler, the resentment of her theft faded. Her meals became a mainstay every night. In her second year, she learned to hunt with a bow to add more meat. The wildlife she encountered on the campaign quickly became dinner. When she successfully hunted a bear in her third year, the captain decided to send her into battle. Mella joined the front lines with her bow and arrow. It wasn't until her fifth fight that she killed her first man—a Korlovian knight had his visor up when she shot him, piercing his left eye and leaving him dead on the muddy ground. She was reluctant to show her eyes to others since that moment. Discovering her eye color, a dry brown, is a test for many recruits. The seasons passed until one day she was allowed to eat and play cards with the veterans. Her hands became expressive enough to replace words.
  
  In fidelity to her company, Mella remains stalwart with the bow, ready to damn any who would seek to harm them…
  
  PERSONALITY: Mella is quiet to the point of muteness. Such is her self-control that only her original captain can seriously claim to have heard her speak, and he would only divulge her name. But her limited vocabulary and hidden eyes haven't been the death of a vibrant personality. She can be as angry, happy, covetous, and selfless as any of her peers through the movements of her body, especially her hands. Being with mercenaries, polite company can find her brutish. She’s often very casual about her manners to outsiders. During her time off, she can be seen playing games with the older members, hunting, or looking for other pleasurable activities.
  
  
• 
  ITEMS:
  
  • 2x Vulnerary.
  • Archer Band.
  • Waterskin.
  • Hardtack.
  
  WEAPONS & ARMOR:
  
  • Steel Bow.
  • Quiver (30 arrows).
  • Steel helmet.
• 
  SKILLS:
  
  • Spiral Shot: Calmly following the path of a flying enemy, Mella unleashes a spiraling shot designed to hurt them specifically.
  • Debilitating Shot: Mella aims for the joints to slow down larger foes.
  • Triple Shot: Using three arrows at once, Mella can fire them simultaneously in a spread. They're all weaker than her usual shots and far less accurate.

 

[Thalia_Neko]

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• 
  NAME: Little Bee (or Rat), the Silent Stinger
  
  AGE: ? Unknown, looks around 15-17
  
  GENDER: female
  
  RACE:
  Beorc
  
  CLASS:
  Myrmidon - Sword Master - Asura
  
  HEIGHT: 4'6''
  
  WEIGHT: 85 lbs
  
  APPEARANCE:
  Little Bee's body is lither and smaller than you'd think, appearing almost as if a child. Some think she's part dwarf or some other such creature. Her small stature hinders her ability to deal damage, so she learned to compensate by constant thrashing slashes and stunning speed.
  
• 
  BACKSTORY:
  Bee's origins are unknown. She was found passed out in a field not far from a certain place in the Laguz Free State. A man and his companion stumbled upon her. He was confused, seeing as how the small dirty girl wearing only torn up rags was obviously a Beorc. Or at least, no laguz-features or branding was immediately apparent. And none became apparent as she aged either.
  
  Although initially confused, this Laguz found amusement in such an odd scenario. He took it upon himself to take the unconscious girl with him. When she awoke in his humble home, she took only a moment to glance around her surroundings. Then she noticed the big laguz man and sprung up and down, taking a defensive posture, fixating two glowing golden orbs of eyes on him. Her gaze was as fierce as any other laguz he knew in the fighting pits. It briefly took his breath away, then he grinned, seeing an interesting future ahead of him.
  
  "Woah, with a look like that.. you'll disarm anyone!"
  
  She bared her teeth like any feral laguz would.
  
  The laguz man said, "Hold, girl! I don't intend to harm you. Here." He held up a bowl of food.
  
  Her eyes flicked to it, then back up to his face. Never changing their brilliant fierce gold. Both remained still for a time. Then she took the bowl, and began to eat.
  
  "What's your name?" the man asked, taking a more comfortable seat.
  
  Chewing she looked up at him.
  
  The silence was defeaning.
  
  "Heh," he chuckled, scratching his chin. "A quiet one arent'cha? Don't even make noise when eating... I've certainly found an intriguing little mouse. Hm.. what to do.. what to do..?"
  
  He got no answers from her. Where was she from? Who were her parents? How did she get here? All mysteries. The girl gave no indication of answering, or that she even knew the answers to the questions. At the end of it all, Tynsheer decided to train her in the art of the sword - he didn't think she'd be able to handle anything else.
  
  They lived in an area that was called the Fighting Pits. A place for laguz to let off some steam. It was very similar to some place they were forced to fight in back in the Sultanate. Even free, old habits died hard. It was a tad morbid it was so similar to the slave fighting rings that many of them had either escaped from or been rescued from. But a part of that life stuck with many of them there, so they needed such a place to cool off. For the most part it was nonlethal combat. The laguz didn't want to kill each other after all, but well, sometimes the fights could get heated and the laguz could get lost in their animalistic instincts.
  
  Little Rat, as she had become to be known as, was frequently witness to such fights. Tynsheer introduced her to the pit one day, and ever since, it had basically become a second home. Or perhaps, her actual home. Many of the laguz fighters that frequented the place came to know the silent, strange Beorc girl. Her stature and fighting style.. were what earned her the name "Little Rat."
  
  "Hey, Rat. You were fighting so low to the ground! What was that?! It was like fighting an actual rat! HA HA HA!" One of the laguz bellowed.
  
  She stared up at him.
  
  "Whoa, what's that look? Your name's not Rat? You're not a rat? What?"
  
  She stared, then opened her mouth. She mouthed a few things, but no sound was audible.
  
  "Come on! Tell us! If you don't... well, then you're just a rat, Rat! HA HA HA!" The laguz all laughed, walking away.
  
  Tynsheer leaned down and put a hand on her back. "Don't worry about them. They taunt you because they like you."
  
  She looked at him.
  
  That's when he noticed her demeaner. Heavy breathing. Bruises. Blood. He sighed. "You pushed yourself too hard again, didn't you?"
  
  She glared.
  
  "Okay, okay. I know by now you'll never stop. Just make sure you don't kill yourself. I didn't put time and effort into you for you to die. Come, you need rest." He led her away that day, and treated her.
  
  "You know, you're more like a Bee to me," Tynsheer said one day, as they were training. He had noticed it, in the way she attacked with her sword. "Like a bee's sting," he commented. "Yup, to me, you're a little bee. How do you feel about that?"
  
  She lowered her sword, then looked at him, like usual.
  
  He laughed. "Like it, huh? I knew it. Okay, Bee. Training's gunna get tough today, ready?"
  
  After that, Tynsheer departed, leaving her relatively alone. He had only really taught her the basics of swordsmanship. And only left her with just a few nuggets of wisdom, expecting her to figure it out on her own.
  
  Bee spent the time after that fighting in the pits. She never really posed any sort of threat to the laguz warriors there, but her tenacity impressed even them. Eventually, she earned enough coin to sail across the sea. She hoped to be following in Tynsheer's footsteps; she had set out on a journey to find him.
  
  Since the Republic and the Laguz Free State were on good terms, she had no issue sailing across and into the republic's borders. It took a little while for her to find some stability, but a rat's nothing if not tenacious. Finding ways to feed herself, she moved through the Republic until she was taken in by the Daybreaker company.
  
  Though, it might've been a bit confusing at first, since Little Bee never said a word to explain her situation. She let her sword do the talking; the company saw the value in her blade, and accepted her in their ranks.
  
  PERSONALITY:
  Bee's personality is hard to pin down. Her face rarely changes to show any emotion. Its set in a fierce look that is easily construed as a scowl. For this reason it is easy to interpret that nothing excites or makes Bee happy. And that she is perpetually in a state of indignation. It's easy to just say that Bee is a contrarian little brat.
  
  Underneath her flat affect is a total mystery. As the complete silent type, no one has ever been able to fully grasp what Bee is thinking at any given moment. But one certainly tried. An amiable man with a cheery disposition. Still, not even he could be sure he always read the face of his adoptive daughter correctly. There are only a few things that are known about Bee. One, she possesses a razor-sharp, unflappable capacity for attention. Two, she possesses a rigorous and assiduous tenacity in all things she does; three, she seems to be seeking something with how diligently she clings to the sword.
  
• 
  ITEMS:
  Antitoxin
  Tonic
  A spent Laguz stone, now bereft of all energy and power. The only thing left from her time spent with Tynsheer.
  Ocarina
  
  WEAPONS & ARMOR:
  Light Cloth Armor
  
  Kris Knife
  A small sword that excels at critical strikes, but has very low damage output.
  
  Old Lancereaver
  Kept from the fighting pits. Its durability is very low, and is just about to break.
  
  Slim Sword
  
• 
  Bee, or Rat, as she's sometimes called is an extremely scrappy fighter. She fights with a frenetic energy of those who have got nothing left to lose. Her attacks lack the arm strength to be hard finishing blows. Yet she makes up for that with extremely quick, unending strikes, that many have said are akin to a swarming bee's stings. Her attacks may be untrained from a critical standpoint, yet still, somehow, feature a unique finesse to them that makes watching her fight so enthralling.
  
  SKILLS:
  Eyes like Honey
  Honeyed gaze lowers the aggression of someone who attacks her, ending his assault and the combat.
  
  Like a Rat
  (Passive) Bee attacks after every enemy attack.
  
  Rat Stance, Scurry
  Bee takes an unnaturally low stance to fight. This raises her evasion considerably, but also lowers the impact of her attacks.
  
  10 Stings
  Similar to Astra. With extremely weakened strikes Bee attacks 10 times in a row.
  
• 
  Quirks:
  Little Bee often opens her mouth and moves it as if speaking, but no sound is ever heard. It's unclear what this means.
  
  Little Bee has a small ocarina-like instrument. Her soft playing can be heard occasionally. Though she does so in secret. She's not very good, and if ever caught immediately stops and puts it away quickly, hiding it as if it hadn't been seen at all.
  
  She explained her name 'Little Bee' to the company by drawing a simple image of a bee in the dirt. But that was the only direct communication Little Bee has ever had with the group. After that, its up to whoever's able at the moment to decipher her mannerisms -if that's even possible.
  
  Little Bee may be a complete mystery, but if one pays attention to her, there may be small signs of something or someone special underneath. For instance, she recoils at the sight of water, but stares at it with interest. That sorta thing. Little instances that hint at who she is underneath.
  
  Despite her silence, Little Bee isn't terribly hard to interact with. Just tell her things, and she'll do it. Tell her to clean. Tell her you want to spar, etc. It's unclear if she simply goes along with things, or if she directly wants to do these things, too.
  
  Even in combat she doesn't make a sound. No battlecries when she strikes. She doesn't scream out in pain, even when she takes a nasty bloody blow.
  
• 
  Crit 1
  "!!!"
  
  Crit 2
  "...!!"
  
  Back to back to back crits
  "...zzz."
  
  Enemy survives back to back to back crits
  "...zzz..!!"
  
  When attacked, dodge then crit
  "..*v*"
  
  Dodge
  "...?"
  
  Dodge same enemy multiple times
  "..-.-"
  
  Dodge multiple enemies back-to-back
  "♪♪"
  
  10 dodges in a row
  "o.o'.."
  
  Attacked by an Axe
  "?.."
  
  Attacked by a Lance and dodges
  "..???"
  
  Attacked by multiple lances in a row
  "*.*''!!"
  
  Miss high percentage attack
  "o_o'.."
  
  Back to back misses
  "._.'''.."
  
  Miss an attack then gets hit
  ">~<'''.."
  
  10 Stings activation 1
  "!!!- !!!- !!!!"
  
  10 Stings activation 2
  "O,O..!!!"
  
  Gets hit
  "...>.@"
  
  Gets hit multiple times in a row
  "@.@'''..."
  
  Death 1
  "...x.X"
  
  Death 2
  "...!! ..>.x"
  
  Secret Death 3
  "...guess I couldn't keep my promise after all..."
  
  Random Quote during combat if doing particularly well in back to back combats repeatedly.
  "Zzz."
  
  Will "Zzz" even for crits.
  
  10 Killing blows in one a map
  "^v^"
  
  3 back to back to back killing blows during enemy phase
  "^o^.. ^w^"
  
  High stat level up
  "^0^!!"
  
  Stat level up for her stats that have low percentages
  "?_?.."
  
  One stat level up
  ">.*.. >,<"
  
  No stat level up
  "^^'..."
  
  All stat level up 1
  "\o/ ♪♪"
  
  All stat level up 2
  "!!!!!!!!"
  
  Maxing a stat
  "\o/"
  
  Strength level up
  "\o/ \o/"
  
  Maxing strength
  "O-O...!!"
  

 

[AnonyMouse]

Vierra Vientiane​

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  Age: 48
  Gender: Female
  Race: Laguz
  
  Class: Serpent Laguz
  
  Height: 5'11" (180cm)
  Weight: 160 lb (73 kg)
  
  Appearance (Human)Vierra's eyes are a vibrant shade of greenish turquoise and have slit pupils. Her feathery "head wings" usually lay flat and can almost be mistaken for a strange hairpiece or hat, but will occasionally move or flap, especially when she gets excited. She claims this is an involuntary action. (It's not.) Her snake tail definitely moves voluntarily and is used for all sorts of mischief-making. It is not quite as thick as what is pictured here, but is still "girthy enough to satisfy my needs," in her words.
  Appearance (Beast)

  

  Vierra's beast form is a feathered serpent, or more specifically, an amphipthere. Its wings are larger than what is pictured here and positioned a little further back (about 1/3 of the way down the length of its body). There are also small claws at the leading edge of her wings, which are used for climbing or latching on to surfaces. Lastly, its underbelly has silvery white scales, instead of the yellow feathers seen here. (There is no yellow at all.) Although she is capable of flight, she is better suited for leaping, gliding short distances, or diving at prey. When flying, the feathers on her tail fan outward, like the fletching of an arrow.
  Length: 20 ft (6.1m)
  Weight: ~330 lb (150 kg)
  
  
• Background (Abridged)
  
  1438: Vierra is born of unknown origins and later taken to a slave market in the Sultanate
  
  1447: Vierra (aged 9) is sold to Istvan Al’Salam, an Izmiri nobleman with expensive and exotic tastes. Due to her unique appearance, he plans to display her in his menagerie and, once she comes of age, in his harem.
  
  1447-53: Vierra trains under an elderly Laguz slave, known only as the Cat. She teaches Vierra reading writing, song and dance. Vierra is initially affectionate toward the woman but, upon learning this is all to make her a better, more valuable slave, she snaps and kills her in cold blood.
  
  1454-60: After a year of isolation for murder, Vierra is allowed to perform for Istvan’s guests. She sings and dances and is gradually allowed greater freedoms. She is eventually allowed to mingle with the guests and work the room. Unfortunately, she is no closer to killing Istvan and gaining true freedom.
  
  Early 1460s: Vierra is transitioned into the harem and forced to sell her body.
  
  1467: One night, a client by the name of Nazim Mahlek slips her a Laguz stone and tells her to wait. Unfortunately, Vierra immediately uses it to transform and kill Istvan, before escaping his palace. She encounters Nazim in the desert and learns he is part of an emancipation group; he and his Laguz comrades help her escape, although her rash actions ruined their plans. She wants to help them, but is told she’s not ready and is smuggled aboard a ship to Orleon, in the Commonwealth of Lyon.
  
  1467-71: Vierra, (age 30,) begins her new life as a free woman in the port city of Orleon. She starts from nothing, begging and performing on the streets, but slowly works her way up before finally moving to Bordeaux.
  
  1473: Vierra has a stable job managing and performing at a tavern in Bordeaux. She reconnects with Nazim, who begins sending freed slaves to her for resettlement. She begins to experience true happiness, helping others find their way in the world.
  
  1475-76: Vierra survives multiple attempted assassinations, proving that the Izmiri slavers are aware of her presence. Unfortunately, they firebomb the tavern, destroying her home and everything she hoped to protect.
  
  1477: In a fit of rage and grief, Vierra, now 39 years old, moves to Lyon’s capital. Her supposed intent was to get close to powerful people and coerce them to take action regarding the situation in Izmir. Instead, she loses her way, throws herself into the music and art scene there, and drowns in revelry.
  
  1484: A chance encounter with some mercenaries at a bar in Lyon convinces her that becoming a soldier of fortune might be the answer to her troubles. She can gain the skills she needs without being tied to any nation’s standing army, and perhaps gain powerful allies along the way. At 46 years old, she joins the Daybreakers Free Company.
  PersonalityMost of the time, Vierra portrays herself as a hedonist and provocateur, the type of person who wants to have a good time and encourages others to do the same. Her smooth, elegant mannerisms, contrast her free-spirited nature. Be it through seduction, reasoning, or sheer force of will, she has a natural talent for convincing people to go after their desires and hold nothing back. Stagnation is her mortal enemy. To that end, she is swift to deliver compliments or condemnation, but it is always done with a silver tongue. In social settings, she brings a near-limitless supply of witty banter and military-grade hospitality, which she uses to pull others out of their comfort zone... for better or worse. She can be a little too much for some, especially introverts and "loner" types, but her gentle meddling is mostly well-intentioned.
  
  Unfortunately, this is almost all an act. Vierra is a deeply scarred woman, who has nearly mastered the art of controlling her emotions. She guards her heart with an impenetrable wall of smiles, laughter, and innuendo. Because of this, she can come across as incredibly shallow, but is actually extremely perceptive, always observing, analyzing, and testing the people around her. She is slowly learning to open up more and does occasionally show a more vulnerable and honest side to the people she cares about, but never in group settings. In quieter, more intimate moments, she can be surprisingly wise and compassionate, proving she's not as reckless and carefree as she might seem.
  
  Since joining the Daybreakers, she has shown a willingness to absorb information and learn new skills, both on and off the battlefield. Even if she sometimes makes a joke or teasing remark backstage, she is no-nonsense once the curtain rises. Vierra dutifully follows orders and looks for ways to think outside the box, learn from mistakes, and own her failures. During her two years in the Daybreakers, she has been moved around quite a lot, which has led to ugly rumors that she is a problematic soldier or that her lascivious behavior might be causing morale issues. But the truth is, she gets shuffled around because she is a highly flexible, multirole unit, who synergizes with almost anyone she meets. She is more chameleon than snake.
  Background (Full) (caution: 3700 words)
  Vierra's earliest memories are of the Izmiri slave markets. The sounds of rattling chains, shouting bidders, the smell of rusting iron and unwashed bodies. It was all seared into her adolescent mind. She has no idea who her parents were or where she came from. The man who initially owned her would often spin tall tales about her origins. Sometimes she was a sea serpent, recovered from uncharted waters east of the Dynasty. Other times, a dangerous beast encountered in the wilds of the Imperial heartland. "You'll never see another quite like this! And she can be yours... for the right price!"
  
  At age nine, after years of driving up the price and building up her legend, she was finally sold. Many had come and gone before her, too many faces to count. Most left in chains or bound in rope, packed into rotting carts. But Vierra was carefully, delicately loaded into an ornate carriage and taken away from the filth and noise of the slave market where she had toiled for over a decade. She was special. She was beautiful. She was valuable.
  
  That was the day she became part of Istvan Al'Salam's menagerie. Like so many Izmiri nobles, he was obsessed with owning things. Istvan was a man of commerce, who made his fortunes by buying here, selling there, and skimming a little off the top of every poor soul in between. He owned over a hundred Laguz slaves. Most were mere laborers, whose names he scarcely remembered. But every once in a while, he came across something special. The strongest were given the honor of fighting --and dying-- in his pits; the most unique were displayed in his freakshow; and the most beautiful were invited to his private chambers to entertain himself and his guests.
  
  He called her Ra'na, for her given name displeased him. She trained under "the Cat," a matronly old lioness with two tails and one eye scarred shut. The Cat was a woman of few words, but knew how to read, write, sing, and dance. (She, too, had probably been something special once.) She taught Vierra the art of storytelling and how to captivate an audience. Although Vierra was no common laborer, she was given chores and tasks, to build discipline and loyalty. These were the only times she interacted with the Beorc guests or the "lesser" slaves.
  
  During these outings, Vierra was always by the Cat's side. She would retreat behind her faux mother whenever she felt the press of their gaze. During their time together, she found it easy to forget the cage they were in. She felt... free. Whatever that means. She resolved that she would someday escape this place and take her mother --the Cat-- with her. For years, that was her goal: play the part, but always be looking for a way out.
  
  But all was not well. It took years for Vierra to get her full story, but little by little the old lioness's tale began to trickle out. The Cat had been beautiful once... until she grew old and withered. She had been in the menagerie once... until Istvan grew bored of her. She was then sent to the pits. "And that's how I got these scars," she said one night, while the moon was especially bright as she ran a golden comb through Vierra’s silvery hair. There was happiness in her voice. "Master Istvan was so pleased with my performance, he allowed me into the house once more.”
  
  Vierra was fifteen now and beginning to blossom into a young woman. Her time was coming. "He took my name, but gave me so much more," the Cat said. "A chance to repay his kindness and train the next generation. You are special.... You are beautiful.... You are valuable, Ra'na. He will be so pleased."
  
  Hearing this old woman regurgitate Istvan's words, like praise to a diseased god, broke her. For some, there is no escape, no salvation. The sickness had progressed too far. In the blink of an eye, Vierra sank her fangs into the elderly Laguz's neck. She latched on and would not let go, even as the taste of blood filled her mouth and the Cat's garbled screams filled her ears. Guards and other slaves arrived within seconds, but it was already too late. They found Vierra standing over a lifeless corpse, gazing down at the Cat's vacant eyes.
  
  She spent a year in solitary isolation. Not that it mattered. The other slaves didn't dare approach her. The hatred in her eyes kept them away. Vierra despised these cowards almost as much as she hated the Beorcs who held them captive. Even the guards looked at her differently. She was dangerous now. But, to Istvan, she was still special, beautiful, valuable. He could not simply throw her away. Because the one thing Izmiri noblemen like more than owning things was owning dangerous things.
  
  By slaying her mentor in cold blood, Vierra had revived the old stories from the slave market. When Istvan’s “Ra'na” finally debuted, she was placed behind golden bars and dressed in the finest exotic fashions. "Behold! A fierce dragon, from the far east!" he said as the curtains opened. His guests gazed in wonder at the snake girl with the feathery hair. She was dressed in a yukata and armed only with a shamisen.
  
  At first, she refused to play for them. But Vierra quickly learned that manipulating these fools was the only power she wielded. Rebellion and refusal gained nothing, but a stellar performance earned their praise and adoration and --most importantly-- lowered their defenses. For years, that is all she was: a dangerous thing to be gawked at. They thought they were in control. The cages and armed guards made them feel safe. But, as she grew from a child into a woman, she learned that she, too, could own things. And that's all these men were to her: things. She could taste their fear, toy with it, twist it. Although she could not sink her fangs into them, Vierra found other ways to feast.
  
  By the time she turned 18, the gilded bars were replaced with a pane of rose-tinted glass. By twenty, there was no longer any partition, though guests were told to keep their distance. "You may look, but not touch," Istvan playfully remarked. It was a game to them. "Who amongst you is brave enough to approach my Ra'na?" By her early 20s, she was allowed to work the room during Istvan's VIP parties. She danced, sang, and served, moving gracefully from table to table as important men --what an oxymoron-- drank and dined and discussed business deals. All around her, slaves and land were traded like cattle. She kept her composure, but was consumed by thoughts of tearing their throats out and burning this place to the ground, even as she smiled and preened.
  
  Unfortunately, their bodyguards were never more than a few paces away. So, she bottled up her anger, locked it away deep inside, even as the serpent writhed in agony. Vierra was allowed to do as she pleased, as long as it pleased them. As she matured into womanhood, Istvan began to use her as a bargaining chip in his dealmaking. For the right price, his guests could have some exclusive time with her. Vierra loathed these encounters, not only because of the physical disgust she felt, but because Istvan himself never took part. She could bear it if it meant a chance to kill him, but he knew a night with her would be his last. She wasn't getting any closer to the one she most wanted to kill.
  
  One night, she was ordered to entertain a man by the name of Nazim Mahlek. She had seen him at some of Istvan’s gatherings, though he was not exactly a regular attendee. He couldn’t afford to be a regular. Over time, Vierra surmised that he was… different. Quieter. More vigilant. She had seen him watching her, but his eyes did not hungrily devour her the way the others did. They sipped and analyzed. So, when she was told she was to be his for an hour, she was immediately suspicious. He wanted something --beyond the obvious-- and clearly beyond his means.
  
  If he dies tonight, would they even miss him? she thought as she entered the room where he was waiting. A body could get her out of this whorehouse and into the pits. Or the grave. She no longer cared which.
  
  When she arrived, he was seated on the bed, gazing up at her with the steely eyes of a soldier facing war. Normally, there would be some small talk, maybe a massage or some song and dance. But he didn’t pay for any of that. No tea service, no expensive liquor, or herbal delights. Let’s get this over with, Vierra thought as she locked the door of this windowless room and turned to face him. But the moment the lock clicked, Nazim was on his feet instantly. He reached into the folds of his robe, pulled out a large gemstone, and offered it to her.
  
  Vierra laughed. “If you intend to buy me with this, you are sorely mistaken, sir,” she said. She had seen larger stones in the trash. How insulting. “He will never sell me and you can’t afford it. I’ve seen the way you squirm uncomfortably at the gambling table. You are a small fish, swimming with whales,” she said as her slender fingers caressed his cheek. “Now, lie down and receive what you have paid for…”
  
  But the man refused to be moved. “My lady, you misunderstand me,” Nazim said with a slow shake of his head as he pressed the gem into her unwilling palm. She felt its power resonate: a Laguz stone. “He cannot sell what he does not own,” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper. “I see your pain. I have seen it countless times before. Patience is all I ask of you. Patience. You will know what to do when the time comes. Until then, keep it close.”
  
  A moment later, he was gone, leaving Vierra alone, in shock, clutching the Laguz stone in her trembling fist. Her mind swirled. What was that? A trick? A trap? A new form of torture? She heard muffled voices through the closed door. In the hallway, Istvan was asking what had happened, why had Nazim left so soon. But a laughing Nazim only said she was “too much woman” for him and he was sorry he “couldn’t perform,” and really should go. The master of the house, amused by this, led him away to find other delights, but made certain to inform Nazim there would be no refunds.
  
  The sound of Istvan’s voice enraged Vierra. Patience? Patience!? No, no, no, fuck that.
  
  Minutes later, Istvan came to fetch her, but was greeted by an enormous feathered serpent. “My... Ra’na…?” he said, his eyes wide. Her not-name is the last word he ever spoke. The sensation of his skull shattering between her jaws was better than any pleasure she had ever received in this sordid room. His guards drew their weapons as the serpent attempted to dessecrate what remained of their master, but she easily swatted them aside and stormed away. The estate became total chaos. Guards, guests, and slaves ran in all directions. She wasn’t sure who started the fire, but the manor was engulfed within minutes. Fine tapestries and expensive paintings were reduced to ash, despite her best efforts to extinguish them with a deluge of slaver blood.
  
  Vierra made her way to the roof and took flight, which was something she didn’t even know she was capable of until that day. She had only used her beast form a handful of times, always in small cages, like a zoo animal. She frantically beat her wings. A hail of arrows and spells arced across the night sky as she fled Istvan’s burning palace, but there was nowhere to go, only sand dunes and garish rock formations for miles in all directions. And, worst of all, she could feel the Laguz stone’s effects beginning to wear off.
  
  She saw a small cluster of carts encircling a dim campfire, far from the roadside. Rather than wait for the inevitable, Vierra aimed herself at this caravan, hoping its guards would slay her. She would rather die fighting than go down quietly and awake in Istvan’s harem or some other slaver’s den. She crashed down, instantly extinguishing their fire and began thrashing about, kicking up dust and ashes to provoke them. But, in the dim light of the moon, she spied something unexpected: the people in this camp were all Laguz. Not a single one was human.
  
  And, more importantly, not a single one was in chains.
  
  Some drew weapons, but most of them pulled out Laguz stones of their own. Oh shit. Vierra was too confused to know what to do or whom to attack first. She spun in place, hissing and baring her fangs to appear intimidating, but she was already beginning to shrink as her transformation wore off. Fortunately, a woman with bird wings diffused the situation: “Holy shit… you’re the one he was talkin’ about,” the woman said, hastily gesturing for the others to lower their weapons. “Fuuuuuuck... we gotta go! Pack it up!” she said with a circular motion of her hand before angrily pointing at the smoke on the horizon: “I don’t know what you did, but we can’t be here. You cant be here. Run, stupid.”
  
  The winged lady transformed into a hawk and took flight, probably to act as a lookout or decoy. Meanwhile, Vierra was ignored as everyone began to scramble, hitching up their horses and tossing supplies back into the wagons. She was completely human now, barefooted and trembling in the thin gown she wore, while the camp mobilized all around her. Her feet had not touched the sand beyond Istvan's walls in two decades and now she was expected to "run!?" How!? Where?!
  
  She turned at the sound of hooves and spotted Nazim cresting one of the dunes, atop a camel. He dismounted and stared at her in disbelief. “I saw a winged wyrm heading toward my camp as Istvan’s palace burned, and thought, ‘surely, the gods do not hate me so,’” Nazim said with a frown and a slow shake of his head. He threw a cloak over her shoulders and led her toward one of the wagons. “Months of planning, gone in an instant. Oh well, what is done cannot be undone. Get in, keep your head down.” He somehow sneaked in a small laugh, despite their situation. “While we flee for our lives, I shall fetch a dictionary and recite to you the meaning of ‘patience,’ my friend.”
  
  They spent weeks traveling through the desert, picking up the few slaves who escaped the compound and fending off roaming patrols. Despite his remarks, Nazim was not truly angry with her. He was part of an emancipation group, breaking up slave rings all across the Sultanate They had been targeting Istvan Al’Salam for years and had a plan in the works to take him down, along with dozens of his associates, most of whom had now fled into desert or back to their own strongholds. The chaos of that night wasn’t exactly the outcome he wanted, but if even a few slaves reached freedom, he considered that a win. A very messy win, but a win nonetheless.
  
  “I’m glad you got him. Truly I am. But you settled for a pound of flesh, when we could have had tons,” Nazir said as they neared the end of their journey. “You are an intelligent woman, not a wild animal. Actually… you’re both, haha. But, in the future, I urge you to be smarter, friend.”
  
  Future? Vierra had never put much thought into that word. Her life was in her own hands now, but she wasn’t sure what to do with it. Nazim’s people got her onto a ship to the Commonwealth. He explained that she could start over there, take control of her life, grow into someone truly beautiful, valuable, special. At first, she refused. She wanted to fight the slavers. One night of destruction was not enough to satisfy her. Fortunately, Nazim and the others talked her out of this. They cautioned her to taste freedom, savor it, in all of its forms. And if, years later, she still wanted battle, they would always be here…
  
  Thus, at the age of 29, Vierra arrived in Orleon, without a penny to her name. At first, life was hard. She begged on the streets, until she could afford a musical instrument, and then she sang and danced. By the end of her first year, she had an apartment in the slums and didn’t have to sell her body to get it. Before long, she was performing at a local tavern and renting a room on its second floor. In, 1471, she moved to Bordeaux to make more money. This town was dangerously close to the border, but this was still the Commonwealth. She could give every Izmiri man a piece of her mind and there was little they could do about it. Her sharp tongue cut more than a few of them down to size... and she kept a small blade, just in case.
  
  By age 35, she had a comfortable job there, performing at a tavern in the nice part of town. She became good friends with the owner and many felt she’d likely inherit the place if anything ever happened to him. There were more Beorcs than Laguz here, but most of them felt like family to her. She even reconnected with Nazim, who began sending freed slaves. She helped them find jobs and housing, made sure they felt valuable, special, and beautiful, while they searched for their place in this world. The tavern became a halfway house for displaced people. This was, by far, the happiest time of her life. Vierra began to feel this was it, this was the “future” she had been looking for.
  
  Unfortunately, that’s when the trouble began. She knew living near the border was foolish. She should not have been so brazen. The Sultanate had not forgotten about Istvan’s rebellious “dragon.” Vierra survived her first assassination attempt in 1475 and two more the next year. The tavern was firebombed shortly after these failed attempts on her life. Everyone escaped alive, but the rage she felt that day was nothing compared to the anger she had bottled up all those years in Istvan’s harem. Though no one was killed, the illusion of peace was broken. They took away the closest thing to a family she ever had. She argued with Nazim during one of his visits shortly after and nearly killed him. That was when they both knew she needed to distance herself from all of this, before it truly drives her insane.
  
  Vierra moved to Lyon’s capital in 1477. To her, it was nothing more than a sprawling city to get lost in, forget who she was and forget her troubles. She was all about money and power now. She wanted to build something of her own --a safe space for the innocent-- and she wanted to become strong enough that no one could take it away from her. To achieve this, she used every trick she had learned in her long life. Lyon’s art scene was the perfect place for her. She was exotic, eloquent, and daring. She used her charisma and charm to worm her way into exclusive circles and make powerful friends. It was not unlike what she had been trained to do her entire life, only now she chose the targets and she reaped the spoils.
  
  Within a few short years, Vierra found herself in the dance halls, parlors, and even the bedchambers of important men and women. She now had some wealth and connections, which she hoped to turn against her enemies. But, somewhere in the maze of opium dens, backroom dealings, and torrid affairs, she lost her way and forgot what it was all for. Are these the people who would bring justice to her people? After one particularly loooong night of revelry, she staggered into Lyon’s industrial sector, beneath the shadows of the airships. When she was born, these marvels of engineering didn’t even exist yet. The world truly was changing… and yet so many awful things remained the same.
  
  For some reason, this made her want to drown herself in liquor. Vierra stumbled into a dive bar and began ordering any cheap swill she could get her hands on. Although it was strange to see a Laguz woman in an evening gown drinking with grimy airshipmen, mechanics, and laborers, she felt at home here, as if this was the real Lyon, not the whitewashed halls and ornate galleries where she had spent so much of her time. This may be a big city, but there were still places where she could connect with people and be herself… something she had not done in so long. In Izmir, she was only allowed to do what she was told. In Orleon and Bordeaux, she was always on guard. But here… she could just be herself.
  
  This became a regular thing for her and she would often remain there until dawn, buying rounds for anyone willing to join in. On one fateful visit, she spent most of the night at a table with a couple of mercenaries, getting shitfaced and strumming her lute while they told stories of their exploits. As the sun came up, she finally asked what company they worked for. When sunlight broke over the rooftops, Vierra headed back to her apartment, washed up, sobered up, and headed straight to the largest airship berthed in the city that day, The Castilian. They turned her away, of course, --because one does not simply waltz aboard a warship-- but they did point her in the right direction.
  
  That was the day Vierra Vientiane joined the Daybreaker Free Company, just under two years ago. She has since grown into an effective, if somewhat eccentric soldier. Her initial intention was to take the skills she acquires here and rejoin Nazim’s organization or one of the countless other resistance groups. But, the longer she stays with the Daybreakers, the more convinced she has become that they are the true solution to the ills of this world. Or, at the very least, she has found friends worth protecting and enemies worthy of serving as an outlet for her frustration.
  
  
  
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  Items-- One Laguz Stone, encased in a golden locket
  -- Two vulneraries
  -- One waterskin, for water
  -- One waterskin, for firewater
  -- One antitoxin (because friends sometimes bite friends, sorry)
  -- One vial of concentrated venom extract
  -- A stringed instrument (usually a lute, shamisen, or setar)
  
  WeaponsUnlike most Laguz, Vierra has no qualms about fighting in her human form; she rarely transforms unless the mission specifically calls for it. Although she is not a fan of brute force, her physical strength is greater than her build suggests. She keeps a small knife or switchblade on her person at all times and has some basic hand-to-hand training, but is no expert. Her tail, fangs, and natural venom also help even the odds a little.
  
  ArmorNone. In beast mode, her snake scales offer some extra protection, but not much more than a soldier in light armor might have. She heals slightly faster than beorcs and can regrow her tail if it is cut off, but this would take considerable time.
  
  
• General Skills / Aptitudes-- Charisma
  -- Negotiation (bartering, intimidation, diplomacy)
  -- Perception (analysis, espionage, tactical awareness)
  -- Entertainment (song, dance, seduction, diversion)
  -- High resistance to toxins (including alcohol)
  
  Combat SkillsPredator Sense: (Passive) Awareness increases as movement speed decreases. When standing still or nearly still, Vierra can sense movement around her, allowing her to detect incoming attacks or stealthy enemies. This skill is available in both forms, but its range and sensitivity are much higher in her beast form.
  
  Venomous Bite: (Passive) Vierra sinks her fangs into an enemy and injects venom. Effects range from fatigue/dizziness, (for those who have a high resistance,) to numbness, to paralysis, to death (for those with very little or no resistance). This skill is available in human form as well, but the venom is weaker.
  
  Serpent's Dance: (Beast Form Only) A series of erratic, coiling, movements, which makes her very hard to read, especially on a chaotic battlefield. Despite her large size, she often flows through enemy troop formations with ease, to strike at their backline, cause disarray, or reach their commander.
  
  Serpentine Strike: (Beast Form Only) Vierra uses her body like a spring to dart forward at great speed. It is usually used to slam her full weight into an enemy, or to launch herself skyward and take flight.
  
  Ouroborous: (Beast Form Only) Vierra bites down on her tail to become a loop, and then rolls. This is often used to cover a lot of ground quickly or to barrel through a crowd of enemies. She sometimes airdrops onto a battlefield like this. Unfortunately, it can be very disorienting if she rolls for too long.

 

[Shotgunpenguin]

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  NAME: Levi Grantz
  
  AGE: 21
  
  GENDER: Male
  
  RACE: Beorc
  
  CLASS: Priest
  
  HEIGHT: 5'1"
  
  WEIGHT: 130 lbs
  
  
  
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  BACKSTORY:
  
  Levi was born in a village in the Republic of Verguld to a single mother. His mother, Juniper, worked as a florist and lived with her own parents in a two-story home. The second floor served as their house, while the first was used for her shop.
  
  His father was a wandering mistral who had stopped into town for a few months. His mother, who had never left her hometown, was instantly taken in by his stories of his travels. The man described the beauty of the Commonwealth, the unique culture of the Xuanyu Dynasty, and breathtaking vistas of Izmir. All of which paled to her own beauty of course.
  
  The two of them soon entered into a relationship, despite Junipers parents concerns. She assured her parents that she knew what she was doing, believing that this man was the man of her dreams. Unfortunately, those dreams would very quickly be broken.
  
  His father was a traveler at heart, and would soon depart from their village, leaving Levi’s mother behind. Although he did not leave her with nothing, as shortly after he left his mother realized that she was pregnant.
  
  Heartbroken, Juniper took solace in her work. The wanderer had trampled on her heart like a patch of flowers, but she wouldn't let it stop her.
  
  Sometime after his birth, His mother had begun to become frail and prone to fits of sickness, leaving her bedridden for periods of time. During these periods, Levi would almost always be by her side, despite her assurances that she would be fine.
  
  Because of this, Levi was often picked on and mocked by the other children as being a mama's boy. In addition to verbal abuse, they would beat him up, mocking him for being a bastard. Despite this, he never fought back against them.
  
  His mother hated violence, and would always tell him that fighting was wrong. While she never meant for him to take it as never defending himself, Levi took it as if everything was the goddess Amaria's plan. That this pain was all a part of her plan, and that he should embrace his role.
  
  As he grew up, he would help his mother with her work, and when she would fall ill he would do his best to fill in for her. While Juniper was delighted at her son's interest in flowers, she made sure to remind him that he didn't need to put her before his own wants.
  
  Despite his mothers concerns, Levi was quick to assure her that he liked working with flowers, and with her. But as he grew older, his mother seemed to fall ill all the more frequently. It concerned him, enough so that it made him reconsider his life.
  
  They were already trying traditional medicine, but it didnt seem to be enough. If he was going to cure his mother for good, he'd need to rely on a higher power. And, upon his sixteenth birthday, he decided what he wanted to do with his life.
  
  He would travel to the capital and become a member of the clergy. Then, once he learned how to channel magic, he would return home and restore his mother back to good health.
  
  After a tearful goodbye, Levi departed to the capital, where he would eventually join the clergy. It was difficult to adjust to the change at first, both to his new surroundings and being away from his mother.
  
  But in time, he would slowly get used to his new home, and the duties that came with it. The three years passed by in the blink of an eye, with Levi keeping in touch with his mother via letters.
  
  He found his new purpose to be fulfilling, and could hardly wait for the day he would be able to return home. Until one day, he received a letter from his grandfather.
  
  His mother had fallen ill with a strange illness, unlike any she had experienced before. One that seemed fit to take her life without aid. He wrote that they did not know how much time she had left.
  
  Lucas immediately dropped everything, bolting out of the church and commissioning a steed for his journey. He rode hard, the journey taking two days on horseback. He pushed himself and his steed hard, rarely stopping for longer than absolutely necessary.
  
  During those times, he would let his mind wander towards his mother. Surely her illnesses were all leading to this moment. He would arrive and cure his mother, freeing her from the illnesses that had plagued her for most of her life. Her mother had persisted through her suffering, and would now be rewarded.
  
  It was midday when Levi arrived in town, riding his horse through the town streets like a man possessed. But by the time he arrived at his mothers home, it was too late. Juniper had passed mere hours before his arrival.
  
  She looked so peaceful lying there, the spring sun shining on her through the window. She had a smile on her face, with a bundle of Raunculus flowers gently grasped in her hands. Like an angel.
  
  Levi couldn't understand why Amaria would allow this to happen. His mother was the nicest, pure hearted woman he had ever known. There were so many people who deserved this fate instead of her.
  
  Was this also the goddesses plan? Why would she allow his mother to succumb to illness just before he arrived? And then it hit him.
  
  For the past few years he had been living a life without hardships. His days were filled with study, prayer, and tending to the church grounds. Gone where the days where the other children would belittle and beat him up.
  
  Because he had been living a life free from strife, he was going against Amaria's plan for him. And as punishment, she took his mother to bring him even greater pain. It was his fault his mother had died.
  
  Levi would not return to the church after this, instead pending a letter detailing his egress from the clergy. Instead, he would seek out a new path forward. One that would be fraught with danger and pain.
  
  Mercenaries were a group that endured countless pain and wounds. If the goddess truly planned for his to be a life of pain and hardship, he could think of no better place than in their company. And regardless of his quirks, having someone able to save your life on the battlefield was worth its weight in gold.
  
  It took him months to track down enough information to find such a group. A few members of a mercenary group by the name of Dawnbreak were enjoying themselves at a tavern. After some introductions, he offered his services to the group as a healer.
  
  PERSONALITY:
  
  Due to his upbringing, Levi can be quite sheltered when interacting with new people. Having only his mother to rely on for most of his life, he struggles to converse and express himself to others.
  
  When he does speak, it is with a great lack of confidence, constantly believing himself to be annoying whoever he is speaking to. As such, he is quick to fold when pushed, agreeing to requests even if they are to his detriment.
  
  The only two exceptions to this are when he is able to talk about his garden, and when performing first aid. In the former, he is soft-spoken but more than happy to indulge any interest in his flowers.
  
  In the latter however, he becomes almost reverent, asking about the person's pain in great detail. This shift can be quite jarring, especially to those who experience it for the first time.
  
  Having converted a small patch of the upper deck of the Castellion into a garden, he can often be found tending to the flowers. He enjoys the scents of the various flowers he has collected during the groups travels, and goes to great lengths to ensure that they are guarded from the elements.
  
  
  
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  ITEMS: Silver Locket: An ornate silver locked hung on a chain, the locket opens to reveal a small picture of Levi's mother. One of his most prized possessions, he is almost never without it.
  
  Dried Ranunculus: His mothers favorite flower, Levi has taken great care to preserve the head of one from his mothers garden. Kept in a small wooden box on his person.
  
  Field aid supplies: For moments where using magic to heal just isn't possible, Levi carries a set of medical supplies on him at all times. Gauze, needle and stitching, scissors, and other tools to assist in on-site healing. He doesn't carry any anesthetic though, leaving any who are unlucky enough to require his aid cringing at the thought.
  
  WEAPONS & ARMOR:
  
  Staff: A lightweight staff blessed by light magic, it allows the user to channel their magic through it in order to heal others. Too fragile to be a weapon, the best one could hope for is to throw it at the enemy and try to escape.
  
  Clergy Robes: A set of cloth clergy robes, worn by followers of Amaria. Lightweight and breathable, they offer minimal defense against incoming attacks. Contains small pockets inside of the sleeves for storing small objects.
  
  
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  Return to the Front: (Passive) When Levi is in the presence of injured allies, he can't help but feel excited at the prospect of patching them up. When healing an ally who is close to death, the effect of his healing increases.
  
  Painful Miracle: (Triggered) When Levi takes a mortal blow, he digs deep and embraces his suffering, allowing him to endure the blow and keep fighting. While he might mentally be fine, his body is still very damaged, resulting in him only being able to perform this skill once before needing to rest.
  
  Heal: Channeling healing magic through his staff, Levi is able to heal an ally from a short distance away.
  
  Shared Suffering: By connecting a link to a chosen ally, any damage the target receives will be halved, with the other half redirecting to Levi. While this reduces the damage taken, it does nothing for the feeling of pain.
  
  

 

[IG42]

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  NAME: Maxtla
  
  AGE: 23
  
  GENDER: Male
  
  RACE: Laguz
  
  CLASS: Lion Laguz
  
  HEIGHT: 6'2
  
  WEIGHT:
  
  APPERANCE: 100% optional, if there is something about your PC that a given image doesn't show, text description.
  
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  BACKSTORY: Maxtla's ancestry can be traced back to the founding days of the Laguz Free State when lion laguz were kept by the upper classes as status symbols, following the uprising the skills they had acquired in slavery lent themselves well to organising the new nation. In the modern day Maxtla's family are tribal leaders overseeing Xeolatan where their comparative proximity to Izmir made the city a cornerstone in the defence of the isle and the first stop for many a fleeing slave in search of freedom.
  
  Raised on tales of beorc cruelty Maxtla grew into a fine warrior trained to stand ever vigilant against any threats and stand he did, a lot. While there were a handful of moments of excitement the young lion found himself mostly bored by dry duty and morbidly enthralled by the tales brought by escapees along with the occasional legitimate outsider. Thus enamoured with the idea of exploring wider world he began asking around about the mainland much to the concern of his family but after it was made clear that he would smuggle himself out alone in necessary they helped Maxtla contact the Daybreakers reasoning that if he was going to leave it should be in the company of a well travelled group.
  
  Now in his second year with the company reality has worn away a fair amount of his naivete but strengthened his desire to improve the lot of Laguz in other nations.
  
  PERSONALITY: A brash young man still believing he can take on the world Maxtla is loud, proud and thoroughly unashamed of any of it no matter how much friction with his comrades or problems for himself he causes in a world where most of those in power make sure to hammer in the protruding nails among his kind which only serves to make him more troublesome in response.
  
  While he is a loud-mouthed and jovial nuisance off the field to many, once combat begins Maxtla's demeanour shifts to that of a focused hunter excitedly fixated on running down his prey.
  
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  ITEMS: Vulnerary, Pure Water, Jerky, Fang Necklace
  
  WEAPONS & ARMOR: Laguz Stone
  
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  Hunter Tracker: Finely honed beast senses allow Maxtla to perceive enemies that would otherwise be concealed by fog or inclement conditions
  
  Feline Agility: Able to move across rough terrain like sand or swamps unimpeded while in beast form.
  
  Blood Hunt: Drawn by the scent of wounded prey Maxtla ravages a weakened enemy.
  

 

[Azurian Dream]

(Iwata Xuanyu Unique)

Currently in the works not ready yet...

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  NAME:
  Tiko Normory
  
  AGE:
  26
  
  GENDER:
  Male
  
  RACE:
  Human
  
  CLASS:
  Ninja(Starting Class)(Throwing Knives)
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  Master Ninja(Future Class)(Sword, throwing Knives)(Semi Magic Resistant Master Ninja Garb)
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  Shinobi(Future Class)(Sword, Throwing knives, Arts)
  
  HEIGHT:
  5.11
  
  WEIGHT:
  189
  
  APPERANCE:
  Above Image
  
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  BACKSTORY: Currently in the works..... General history in how you got here, high and low points in life, any experiences or battles they've fought, however, just don't do anything Lore/World breaking, if you are unsure drop me a message. This can be as long as you want but at least a couple paragraphs long.
  
  PERSONALITY: Currently in the works....Personality, the bane of some rp'ers or their boon, just what makes your character tick, any quirks or mannerisms and the like.
  
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  ITEMS:
  Shinobi Arts Book(Future Use keepsake)
  Antitoxin x2
  Vulnenary x2
  Toxin Oil(For Throwing Knives)
  Hook Claws(Only used to scale walls are useless in combat)
  Hook Rope Broken Kusarigama(Used to climb as well but also has a combat skill use)
  
  WEAPONS & ARMOR:
  Current Class Gear: Ninja
  Main Weapon: Dual Wield Style - Throwing Knives Model: Iron Knifes
  Secondary: Iron Shuriken's
  Armor: Light Ninja Garb(In Picture)
  
  
  
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  SKILLS:
  
  Toxin Oil Lather:
  Throwing Knifes become coated in toxin poisoning the enemy upon successful hit. Last on the blades for a good three hits per blade. 2x Lather uses per encounter.
  
  Smoke Bomb:
  Allows for higher chance of dodge, and multi hit counter-attack. Can be used to help a Ally dodge only. x3 use per encounter.
  
  Hook Rope Whip:
  Catches a enemy(Light-Medium) by the limbs or neck and upon pull causes them to slam into a object/enemy causing disorientation.
  
  Counter-Parry Reflex Movement:
  Has slightly higher ability to Counter-block, Dodge, or counter-attack enemies during their own attacks.