Fantasy ~Fire Emblem Reverence: The Insurrection of Etalus~ [Characters]

[SkyGinge]

Characters & Applications

This thread contains everything you need to know about creating a character for this writing adventure. Please make sure to read everything before you begin, and also feel free to ask me any questions in the OOC thread or by dropping me a PM!
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• Character Creation Rules & Expectations
• Stats & Combat
• Weapons & Mounts
• Base Classes
• Character Roles
• Character Sheet & Guidance

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  Group Size: I am looking for between 5-14 people to join me in writing this adventure. I have plans to manage the group whether small and intimate or large and bustling, and to ensure there is at least some workable story should we suffer the inevitable group RP fate of having people bail early on.
  
  Character Limits: You are allowed one major character each. You are also allowed and encouraged to come up with villainous/side-characters too which may tie into your character’s subplots and goals. Please discuss these with me first though!
  
  Reservations: Character spots cannot be reserved and will not be assigned on a first-come-first-served basis. I will review all applications after a deadline and then accept the most promising submissions. You may be asked to tweak your character to fit a slightly different role so that all the nations have suitable representation.
  
  Character Expectations: As this is a player-driven RP, I am looking for characters which have the following characteristics:
  
  • A clear sense of goal/purpose.
  • Potential for interpersonal conflict with at least several other characters, be that through clashing values or conflicting desires.
  • A balance of 'positive' and 'negative' traits, giving a sense of potential for character progression.
  I will also take into account your previous site-activity and RP experience.
  
  Submission Process & Deadline: To submit a character, simply reply to this thread with a completed character form - or alternatively, PM me your character form. The initial character submission deadline is Tuesday 16th September. I will then select the most appropriate submissions, either accepting your form as it is, requesting edits in the form of asking for more information or asking if you'd be willing to fit the character into a different role, or rejecting your application. If you're rejected, don't feel too upset - not every RP is suitable for everyone!
  
  After the deadline, applications may stay open depending on how many characters we have. I may also push the deadline back.
  
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  Stats & Combat
  This RP will use a simplified version of the traditional Fire Emblem stats to inform combat scenarios non-bindingly, allowing you to gauge how many enemies your character might be able to fight and to forecast how individual battles might transpire. The idea is also to give a satisfyingly concrete system of character’s growing in strength. The maths and calculations should never take precedence over creative freedom and descriptive flourish.
  
  Each class comes with a set of base stats totalling 40 stat points. On top of this, you are allowed to choose an additional 8 stat points total to allocate as you wish, plus 3 additional stat points per level your character has gained. If that’s confusing and you just want to focus on writing your character, simply write ‘assign my stats for me’ in your character form and I’ll handle it based on your character’s personality:
  
  We will be using the following stats:
  Level: Shows the character’s combat experience and determines the total amount of stat points the character has.
  HP: Total amount of damage character can take without being incapacitated.
  Strength: Physical attack strength.
  Magic: Magical attack strength.
  Skill: Affects accuracy of attacks.
  Speed: Affects who strikes first, and whether a character can get two strikes in before taking a counter-hit.
  Defence: Mitigates against physical attacks.
  Resistance: Mitigates against magical attacks.
  
  Weapons/Spells also have two stats: Might, aka weapon strength, and Accuracy. You don’t have to worry about that though as I will assign these after your character has been accepted.
  
  The Combat Formulas
  Aka: Qwik Maffs
  Physical Damage Calculation = (Attacker’s Strength + Weapon Might) – Opponent’s Defence
  
  Magical Damage Calculation = (Attacker’s Magic + Spell Might) – Opponent’s Resistance
  
  Attack Accuracy = Weapon accuracy + (character skill x2)
  
  If speed = +4 compared to opponent, character will attack twice before taking a counter attack
  
  Weapon Advantage: Adds +1 damage, +15 accuracy.
  
  Weapon Disadvantage: Subtracts -1 damage, -15 accuracy.
  
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  Like in Fire Emblem, each character will have a combat class, which determines what type of weapons they can use, along with a couple of other abilities. Each base class is proficient in a single weapon category. Weapons also come with stats – namely, might and accuracy – but you don’t need to worry about that as I will assign these after the RP has began in order to keep things fair between writers. Weapons also have durability, but this is up to your creative discretion to decide upon.
  
  Weapons
  There are ten different weapon categories, most of which are self-explanatory (and most of which will be familiar to you if you’ve played Fire Emblem before!):
  
  
  
  

  Swords: Proficiency with a blade. Also includes glaives and katanas. Advantageous against axes, weak against lances.
  
  Axes: Proficiency with axes. Also includes clubs, maces and hammers. Advantageous against lances, weak against swords.
  
  Brawling: Proficiency in hand-to-hand combat, including the use of gauntlets, claws and martial arts. Advantageous against bows, ineffective against armour.
  
  Chemistry: Proficient in crafting and using potions, medicines and explosives to support others on the battlefield.
  
  Magic: Proficient in one of the five elements of magic tomes. See lore page for more information.​

  
  

  Lances: Proficiency with lances, spears and javelins. Advantageous against swords, weak against axes.
  
  Bows: Proficiency with bows. Also capable of wielding and operating ballista and crossbows. Doubly effective against flying mounts, ineffective against armour, and incapable of close-quarters combat.
  
  Wits: Proficient with the use of knives and other subtle smaller weapons. Also able to set up traps. Strong against brawlers, ineffective against armour.
  
  Beast Taming: Tribesman who fight alongside a mighty beast, most commonly a lion or a bird of prey. Meridania only.
  
  Staffs: A magical implement most common used for healing by clerics of the Church of Xios. Some physical staffs like quarterstaffs also fit into this category. See lore page for more information.​
  
  All classes are proficient in a single weapon type. Characters can still use weapons outside of their proficiency, albeit with a weapon Might of 1.
  
  Mounts
  Some classes come with a mount, granting them extra mobility in exchange for making them weak to certain types of weapons. Most of these classes are reserved for characters who serve as royal knights in their nation’s military.
  
  Horses are the most common mounts, providing great grounded mobility and used by all five nations. Wolves trade the durability of horses for speed and power, providing an alternative form of grounded mobility. Pegasus, Wyverns and Griffons are the three types of flying mounts.
  
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  Each character including the nobles must be given one of the following base classes. This determines what type of weapons your character can use, and also their base stats.
  
  Advanced classes will either be introduced towards the end of the RP or saved for a sequel.
  
  

  Class Name	Weapons	HP	ATT	MAG	SKL	SPD	DEF	RES
  Mercenary	Swords	21	5	0	3	4	5	2
  Myrmidon	Swords	18	4	1	6	7	1	3
  Soldier	Lances	21	4	1	5	3	3	3
  Fighter	Axes	24	7	0	3	3	3	0
  Brigand	Axes	21	6	0	4	4	4	1
  Archer	Bows	19	5	0	8	4	2	2
  Brawler	Brawling	24	7	0	3	4	2	0
  Martial Monk	Brawling	19	3	1	4	8	1	4
  Outlaw	Wits	22	5	0	3	4	4	2

  Class Name	Weapons	Info	HP	ATT	MAG	SKL	SPE	DEF	RES
  Apothecary	Chemistry		18	3	4	2	5	2	6
  Merchant	Chemistry		20	3	3	1	6	4	3
  Beast Tamer	Tamed Beast	Meridania only	16	6	1	2	5	6	4
  Fire Mage	Fire Tomes	Sanghalo only	16	0	8	6	5	1	4
  Water Mage	Water/Ice tomes	Jussane only	18	0	6	2	4	2	8
  Thunder Mage	Thunder Tomes	Ditania only	22	0	7	3	4	0	4
  Wind Mage	Wind Tomes	Nortalis only	16	0	6	6	9	0	3
  Earth Mage	Earth Tomes	Meridania only	20	0	7	2	1	8	2
  Priest/Cleric	Staffs		16	2	6	3	4	0	9

  Class Name	Weapons	Info	HP	ATT	MAG	SKL	SPE	DEF	RES
  Thief	Wits	Able to use lockpicks	17	4	1	7	9	1	1
  Knight	Lances	Armoured.	22	7	0	2	0	9	0
  Cavalier	Lances	Horse mount.	21	5	0	3	4	5	2
  Hunter	Bows	Horse mount.	19	4	0	7	5	3	2
  Troubadour	Staffs	Horse mount. Nortalis only.	18	0	5	2	7	1	7
  Wolf Rider	Swords	Wolf mount. Nortalis only.	18	7	0	4	7	3	1
  Pegasus Knight	Swords	Pegasus mount. Ditania only.	17	4	1	6	8	0	5
  Wyvern Knight	Lances	Wyvern mount. Jussane only.	20	7	0	3	3	4	2
  Griffon Knight	Axes	Griffon mount. Sanghalo only.	21	6	0	4	5	5	0

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  Character Roles
  There are no set characteristics, personality traits or abilities for any role. The only roles with a set gender are Claudio’s daughter and the Jussanian prince.
  
  Nobles (5): Each of the five nobles will start the RP with a pre-set scheme, outlined below. Most of them will also be given a ‘secret mission’ by their nation’s ruler, which only the writer controlling that noble and I (the GM) will know about. The writer playing the noble may choose to have their character reveal this secret mission to their retainers or to other nobles, or they may elect to keep it a secret, only revealing hints of the mission through their writing until their plan reaches the light of day.
  
  If you are interested in applying to write a noble, please also remember that the nobles may have personal goals and plans which are in conflict with the mission they have been given by their rule.
  
  Retainers (up to 10): Each noble arrives in Etalus with two retainers – these could be long-term friends or servants of the noble delegates, or they could be other important figures from their respective nation. They arrive under the expressed purpose of supporting their noble’s schemes, but they may also have their own personal schemes which might put them into conflict with the noble, schemes you have complete creative freedom to decide. Be creative – I’m sure some of you can think of schemes I’d never dreamt of. You may wish to give an old Fire Emblem OC new life in the role of a retainer, or you might want to play around with an existing Fire Emblem character archetype, like a ‘Jagen’ or a ‘Christmas Cavalier’.
  
  Note that I've kept the terms 'noble' and 'retainer' for ease of categorisation even though Meridania doesn't have nobles or royals in a traditional sense.
  
  
  ~Ditania~​
  
  

  
  

  Noble: The Discerning Daughter - OPEN
  Scheming to Secure
  With Duke Claudio headed to the front lines, the fate and future of Etalus lies in the young hands of his daughter. Her mission is simple: she must discern and decide which offer of foreign support to accept, and which ones to reject. The conditions of the offer she accepts and the consequences of rejecting others will have lasting consequences for the entire wider continent – all this she must juggle whilst also grappling with her own emotions, desires and biases.​

  
  
  
  

  Retainer: OPEN​

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  Retainer: OPEN
  
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  ~Jussane~​
  
  

  
  

  Noble: The Proposing Prince - OPEN
  Scheming to Strengthen
  The youngest prince of Jussane’s mission seems the purest of the bunch, though they are able to spare the fewest troops – he has been sent to strengthen diplomatic relations between Jussane and Ditania by demonstrating the genuine kindness and compassion of Jussanian spirit. With strengthened relations, perhaps Jussane might have the power to resist Sanghalo’s frequent conquests into Jussanian territory – success would also bring King Adrik an important victory in his attempt to quash rising anti-monarchic sentiment. In order to ensure the new bond between nations is inexorable, there is another condition to the proposal – in an arranged marriage, the duke’s daughter must marry the young prince.​

  
  
  
  

  Retainer: OPEN​

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  Retainer: OPEN
  
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  ~Sanghalo~​
  
  

  
  

  Noble: The Spying Scion - CLOSED
  Scheming to Spy
  One of King Damaron’s many children is sent to Etalus with a simple mission in hand – they must investigate what exactly the other foreign nobles are really after, and then foil the formation of any new alliance. Their goal is to actively sabotage other schemes. Whilst they have brought the largest army of all the dignitaries, they have been instructed to avoid sealing a deal until the last possible moment, so that Ditania might be suitably indebted to them, and that they might secure sizeable rations cheaply to help recover from the blight on their crops.​

  
  
  
  

  Retainer: OPEN​

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  Retainer: OPEN
  
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  ~Nortalis~​
  
  

  
  

  Noble: The Cunning Cleric - OPEN
  Scheming to Sanctify
  The Nortalian dignitaries are fronted by a crafty cleric of the Church of Xios, who seeks commercial gain from a bargain in the guise of religious concern. In return for a generous offer of soldiers, they want Etalus and its surrounding villages to adopt the religious law of Nortalis, making church attendance mandatory. Though there are already many believers in Etalus, this would weaken Duke Claudio’s standing within the Dukedom, risking further local unrest and threatening to reduce Etalus to a vassal of Nortalis. However, the Church are savvy and often get what they want, and the cleric has been given specific instructions to ensure their offer is more persuasive…​

  
  
  
  

  Retainer: OPEN​

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  Retainer: OPEN
  
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  ~Meridania~​
  
  

  
  

  Noble: The Duplicitous Doctor - OPEN
  Scheming to Study
  Offering the support of a small band of elite warriors, the Meridanian representative arrives under the guise of a simple-minded mercenary of desert tradition. However, they are really one of the most promising young scientists on the continent, with ambitions of joining the Five Masters of Merdiania’s ruling elite. By playing the fool, they hope to lull Duke Etalus and his daughter into a false sense of security, so that they might be granted the ‘pay respects’ at the Draconic Oak, during which they intend on applying their scientific technique to examine and analyse the Draconic Oak. The scientist has a couple of ideas about how to replicate its unique magical properties back in Meridania; should they succeed, Ditania would lose its position as sole exporter of magical materials, and Meridania would gain substantial market bargaining power. It would also prove to be enough of an achievement to see power swing towards the scientists in the fierce power struggle among the Meridanian leadership.​

  
  
  
  

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  Character Form
  Feel free to pretty up the form with coding if you want, though coding is not essential.
  
  If you’re struggling trying to make an interesting character, consider the following questions (which I borrowed and adapted from a writing blog):
  
  • What condition does the character think they must fulfil in order to have what they want in life?​
  • What does the character believe is wrong with the world?​
  • What is the character keeping secret?​
  • What is the internal conflict at the heart of their being?​
  • What limits your character (both internally and externally)?​
  • What doesn’t your character know?​
  • Why is your character doing what they are doing? What is their drive?​
  Name:
  Age:
  Nation & Role:
  See 'Character Roles' tab.
  Appearance:
  Include an image [no real life face claims please] and a written description of at least a paragraph.
  Class:
  See 'Base Classes' tab for more info.
  Stats: See stats tab for more information. Your character's starting level can be between 1 and 5.​

  Level​	HP​	Strength​	Magic​	Skill​	Speed​	Defence​	Resistance​
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  Inventory:
  Your character is allowed to carry up to three weapons, one of which can be a personal ‘special’ weapon, and a singular support item (i.e. a vulnerary, a torch, etc).
  Apothecaries and merchants are allowed to carry up to four support items (including class-specific ones) as they don't wield regular weapons.
  Personality:
  At least two full paragraphs, including both strengths and weaknesses.
  Scheme:
  What is the character hoping to achieve in Etalus? For the five nobles, these schemes are outlined in the ‘roles’ section.
  Backstory:
  At least two full paragraphs of character history.
  Other:
  Relationship to Other Characters:
  Leave blank in initial application. We will flesh this out when plotting together.
  
  Writer Form
  RPing is a team pastime, so please tell us a little about yourself by also filling in this Writer Form:
  
  Name:
  Whatever you want us to call you!
  Pronouns:
  Timezone & Nationality:
  Favourite Fire Emblem Game:
  RPing Experience:
  How long have you been RPing for?​
  
  

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

• Overview
• Bio
• Writer Form

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  Stats:
  

  Level	HP	Strength	Magic	Skill	Speed	Defense	Resistance
  5	24	10	0	9	3	11	5

  
  
  Name: Amadeus Duncan Ignacio Jussane
  Age: 20
  Nation & Role: Jussane, the Proposing Prince
  

  "My siblings all have their own expertise. Handling coin and writing legislation. Sorcery and glowering. Rousing speeches, dancing, and wyvern-riding. As for me? I plan. I fight. I win."

  Appearance: Handsome and sharp-eyed, his posture and countenance often bring to mind the image of a hunting hound. Piercing blue eyes are framed by a noble face, well-tanned from his constant travels. He prefers the traditional blues of Jussanne, and usually wears fine yet practical clothing- ever ready for the ballroom or the battlefield as needed. At his side hangs a blade, finely-forged, but ultimately unadorned.
  
  Class: Knight
  Stats: 20 Stat Points to Spend.
  HP +2, Strength +3, Skill +7, Speed +3, Defense +2, Res +3
  
  Scheme:
  A Scheme to Strengthen.
  
  
  Spoiler: Inventory

  • Flying Snow and Raging Sea - [Sword] - [Special]:​
    • This blade was forged by a genius smith who defected from Sanghalo, after being part of a failed rebellion in Windermere. It is a fine blade that seems ordinary until wielded by highly skilled swordsman. Then, its true quality is revealed- it is far swifter than it should be, almost as if it is a living thing. While the wielder may not move across the battlefield with any greater alacrity, once they have closed the gap, their strikes are like lightning, tearing enemies apart as if a wild beast was unleashed. (Using Skill in place of Speed for the purposes of melee combat rather than movement, probably, or something like that.)​
  • A Sister's Gift - [Sword]:​
    • A proper weapon for any knight, Amadeus has a glaive of fine steel that he can use if the circumstances call for it. Gifted to him by his eldest sister, the haft being made of an Ash tree from Harham Forest. It is a massive, hefty weapon, that strikes with devastating effect.​
  • A Desperate Art - [Brawling]:​
    • Not truly a weapon, but instead a style of martial arts crafted by Amadeus due to the circumstances, and rarely used. When one's weapon is not to hand, one resorts to the inelegance of the fist and the open palm- And the hastily-grabbed rock, and the biting teeth, and the gouging thumb. It is brutal. It is savage. But so is war, and so the battlefield is not a place for men. It is a place for beasts. Harham taught him a lesson that he never forgot.​
  • Vulnerary - [Support]:​
    • It does not seem like much, but it contains enough to save a life. On the battlefield, it is worth more than gold.​
  
  
  Spoiler: Personality

  The youngest of the line of Jussane. As far as the wider world knows, he is a charming, dashing figure- even with the rise of anti-monarchic sentiment, Amadeus retains the commonfolk's good graces. The Azure Blade, a frequent traveler of the kingdom, is oft the first to respond to Sanghalo's invasions at the head of his company. And he is frequent visitor to many noble's courts, all smiles and good cheer, as the gentle touch of the King's hand- as opposed to his much more dour elder sister, who tended to serve as the King's statement of ill-intent on her journeys as an envoy. He is confident, with an ego that borders on the hubristic, ever with an easy joke on his lips, and a smirk of a smile.
  
  Behind the doors of the palace, however- He is by far the most cynical, conniving, and unscrupulous of all his siblings. He regularly places upon the table of discussion in their councils such marvelous tools as espionage, assassination, blackmail, in solving the embattled royals' political woes. And that is for internal affairs. He has made suggestion of truly terrible things indeed as to dealing with Sanghalo incursions- and, on the rare occasion, performed them. If his sister was the stick, he plays both the carrot and the knife. Even if he obtains his family's tacit acceptance for this- he will never have their approval for such things, and that's fine by him. Some prices have to be paid. For all his scheming, however, he is no coward. He will fight on the front lines aside his men, carrying them through his most wicked schemes- even his heart gladly given for the sake of his country and his family. Perhaps this is his own form of honor, that he will stop at nothing for their sake.
  
  But this means he is slow to forgive slights, even if he might bear them with grace on the surface- His heart is difficult to reach on account of the scar tissue that has built up over it. He never quite trusts anyone outside his family- prone to keeping others at arms length when he really should not. And he has a bad tendency to leap to conclusions given limited information, even if his adaptability lets him make up for it. usually.
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  Backstory:
  All of Jusanne's Royal Family have their own particular roles in life. The Crown Prince is a scholar, legalist, and philanthropist- One finds his hands in the kingdom's ledgers and law-codes and working hard to claw back the family's image in the eyes of the people with soup kitchens and public works. The Eldest Daughter, a stern sorceress of considerable power, working ceaselessly to bring down the hammer of the King's law and applying pressure on the Nobles of Parliament into actually cooperating on the kingdom's essential functions. The Middle Daughter, the firebrand, rides astride a wyvern to lead the kingdom's armies, the darling of many a soiree. And then there is the Youngest Prince, who never quite fit into any of these things.
  
  Perhaps what gave birth to the man we know to day was the Harham Forest incident- His sisters took him along with them for relaxation along the border, a small contingent with them for safety. Harham was known for its fine hunting, though the depths were infested with monsters. And somehow, Sanghalo knew of the royal excursion. The Griffon Knights descended upon the small party, and in the ensuing slaughter the royals as well as a few bodyguards were forced to flee into the depths of forest- both Princesses gravely injured, and the Crown Prince forced to take command at the tender age of 14. The Princesses drifted in and out of consciousness from poisoned wounds- and they only recall flashes of blood, the sound of battle interspersed with desperate moving. Five Griffon Knights rode to hunt them in the dense woods- both sides dodging the forest's beasts while occasionally skirmishing with each other- the Royals trying to find an escape, while the Griffon Knights tried to finish their duty.
  
  24 harrowing hours later, the King and the finest Wyvern Knights in Jussanne arrived at the forest- having flown as fast as they could. They would find the Youngest Prince carrying his unconscious sisters' bodies alone, covered in blood and lesser wounds.
  
  None of the Griffon Knights ever returned.
  
  Three years later, Amadeus would sneak out of the castle to join a company that marched against Sanghalo incursion... Against his father's orders. And so, the Azure Blade was born.
  
  Other:
  He is a cultured man- able to compose battlefield poetry, taught to play the flute, lute, harp, and hurdy-gurdy, and fairly learned in matters of theology. He does not much, however, believe in the Dragon Goddess.
  
  
  
  Relationship to Other Characters:
  Leave blank in initial application. We will flesh this out when plotting together.
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  Writer Form
  
  Name: TWSB , Twisby, ThatWhich, or Which
  Pronouns: He/Him
  Timezone & Nationality: PST, USA
  Favourite Fire Emblem Game: I've got a soft spot for Three Houses- it was what introduced me to fire emblem.
  RPing Experience: Been RPing mostly on other forums for the last 7 years, only really did RPN stuff in the last couple years. I've mostly done fantasy-setting RPs, and have been looking forward to practicing more political intrigue.
  

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[ERode]

Sir Morwen Harkendale
The Sunflare Knight
34 y/o | Sanghalo Retainer | Soldier
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• Persona
• Mechanics
• Writer

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  Appearance
  
  An imposing figure, despite standing at a relatively average height of 5'8, Sir Morwen Harkendale possesses the aura of a veteran soldier and is never seen outside of his armor, no matter what the occasion. If it is considered rude to jam food into the visor of his helmet, then he will simply stand vigil at the walls of the dining hall. If there is a matter of personal hygiene that needs to be addressed immediately, then he will spritz on some perfume. With such mystery behind the man behind the helmet, of course, there are rumors abound. Some speak of a fair-faced man so dangerously handsome that he would seduce away all the ladies and princesses. Others speak of a horribly wretched freak, scarred by war and flame, who hides his mien so others are not offended. Perhaps he is a monster in its entirety, bearing the touch of that warped dragon-god. Perhaps he bears the weight of many campaigns, traumatized by battle until he cannot breathe except through the slit of his golden helmet.​
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  It is known that he possesses a steady hand beneath his gloves, that his steps are graceful despite the weight of his armor. It is also known that he has no head for politics, tactics, or strategy, as an individual who is more than happy to be wielded as a cudgel by the one he serves.​
  
  Personality
  
  A veteran of far too many campaigns, who had helmed the vanguard in innumerable charges, who had distinguished himself to such a degree in military action that he had become the personal bodyguard of one of the royals. Sir Morwen Harkendale is truly a soldier through and through, his voice echoing mountainous through his helmet, his spirit always soaring as bright as the sun that he is titled after. He possesses the slightly oaf-ish affect of an uncle, charming in the way that a worldly commoner could be. And yet, that soldierly discipline remains as well: Morwen never rises to others' provocations, and he is quick to remind others that despite his reputation, there is no particular honor to be won in besting a common man such as himself. And regardless, he is a soldier by profession. Only his commanders or his charge could order him to fight.​
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  Of course, his own rules remain, even in the face of royalty. He will not remove his helmet, and will respond aggressively if one attempts to do so through force or subterfuge. Everyone wears masks, after all. It's a bit of a faux pas to try to remove the most obvious one, when the two-faced sycophants are far more dangerous than he.​
  
  Backstory
  
  Harkendale is the name of a village the district of Skendr. There, the mountains are carved away by the human spirit, pickaxes and minecarts pulling out the bounty of iron to fuel the forges of Sanghalo.​
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  There too, was Morwen's home.​
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  He was an orphan, and, as orphans tended to do, he worked as soon as he was able to. At first, he sharpened the tools of the older miners or crawled into small tunnels to prospect for the demo-mages before they threw in balls of explosive flame to open up new spaces. Then, he worked to carry loads back and forth, pushing and pulling carts when the beasts of burden were being used elsewhere. And soon enough, he was a miner proper. A miner dreaming of getting out of the mines, before his lungs turned to stone, before his bones were buried beneath a demo-mage's mistake.​
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  Thankfully, Sanghalo had plenty of opportunities for those who were stupid and strong. The military called to him, and it was within the military that he excelled. Simple pleasures were all that were needed to keep Morwen Harkendale satisfied, after all, and he had been born to do hard work. Whether marching without rest for days on end, or fighting battles of conquest or protection on the borders or the outlands, or crushing rioters and outlaws beneath the haft of his spear, Morwen was exceptional, a diamond founded in a pile of coal. If there was only one thing that was bothersome, though, was the fact that he was a commoner. A commoner, indeed, whose martial accomplishments were beginning to put knights to shame. By his late-20s, there was certainly a sense that his superiors were trying to get him killed.​
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  They, of course, were unsuccessful.​
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  He cleared out Mildred's Bandits by himself, his armor coated with viscera as the sun set. He survived the gatecrashing of Fort Telmuir, that once-impenetrable stronghold on the Northwall borders of Jussane and Sanghalo. He had charged head-first into the blizzard of the Silverlight Mage Corps and came out the other side still burning with sanguine vigor. He had thrown a spear with such force as to pierce one Griffon Rider on the way up, and then another Griffon Rider on the way down. With neither political saavy nor tactical genius, the man who would soon be known as the Sunflare Knight simply shone brilliantly and unrepentantly, until word of his deeds reached the ears of King Damaron himself, and this hero in a world after the Age of Heroes was granted a title, a small plot of land, and the type of duty that ensured he would never really be able to enjoy any of those things.​
  ​
  Sir Morwen Harkendale didn't mind, however.​
  ​
  He was, after all, a man of simple pleasures.​
  
  Scheme
  
  He remains a man of simple pleasures.​
  ​
  And one of those pleasures?​
  ​
  War.​
  ​
  ...​
  ​
  But Morwen is patient. He is certain that once Damaron's spawn gets their way, the other nations wouldn't simply sit by idly. And even if that spying scion fails? It's no matter; a civil war will still provide him with plenty of work to do.​
• 
  

  Level​	HP​	Strength​	Magic​	Skill​	Speed​	Defence​	Resistance​
  5	21 (+3)	4 (+8)	1	5 (+4)	3 (+5)	3	3

  
  Inventory
  
  Regular Spear - A standard-issue two-handed spear with a leaf-shaped spearhead. The rumors surrounding the Sunflare Knight say that when he truly gets heated in battle, the spear itself would be set ablaze with arcane flame, melting through armor as easily as it rends flesh. But surely, that's impossible? After all, it is just a regular spear.​
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  Regular Dagger - A standard-issue pair of daggers, which can cut as well as it can pierce. A reasonable sidearm once a spear becomes too cumbersome, but evidently, it does not see much use.​
  ​
  Torch [Support] - Useful for lighting up one's surroundings or burning things. These days, it sees more action than his spear.​
  
  
• 
  Name: ERode
  Pronouns: He/Him
  Timezone & Nationality: PST/Canadian
  Favourite Fire Emblem Game: Haven't played any.
  RPing Experience: 10+ years
  

 

[Yakov011001]

Ichor - Shadow Upon the Tempest

Age: 23
Nation & Role: Ditania, Retainer to the Discerning Daughter.
Appearance: Wouldn't you like to know? That isn't for potential enemies of the state to see. The mask stays on.
Class: Myrmidon V​

HP	STR	MAG	SKL	SPD	DEF	RES
24 (18+6)	8 (4+4)	5 (1+4)	7 (6+1)	8 (7+1)	4 (1+3)	4 (3+1)

Inventory:

Hyouraitetsuken (氷雷鉄剣) "Cold Lightning Edge" - A startlingly long, two-handed, single-edged sword that Ichor inherited from his parents. Even still, no matter how much he begs them or pleads them, they refuse to say what it was even forged from. The blade is always cold to the touch, and always inflicts mild pins-and-needles.

Blizzard Tempest: Absolute - A tome bound in Draconic Oak bark with Lichtenburg scarring on its faces and light frosting on the edges. Despite being what is undoubtedly a tool for magic, no mage Ichor has ever met has managed to invoke the will of the pages. Neither can he. For right now, it's just an interesting read.

A Vulnerary case: A hip mounted box with three vulneraries in it.

Personality: Ichor thinks. That's all there really is to it. There's no problem he can't worm his way out of, even social ones. He always knows what to say and when to say it, and he does his best to be of assistance to anyone and everyone he can. But that ends when his goals are in-sight: have no doubt that there is no line he won't cross, no one he wouldn't step on to get what he wants. Ambitious, right? Of course, there's also the issue of paralysis: decision paralysis that is. When you make it your job to make the most optimal decisions in every waking moment of the day, from the breakfast you eat waking up, to which direction to deflect a dead-on sword strike, to whether you take a hot or cold shower before bed, it can become very detrimental to prioritize every choice you make with the same weight as a life the same way he does.
Scheme: Ichor is a scholar, someone who values knowledge for its power in helping people and ability to better the lives of the people he holds dear and beyond. The perversion of Mt. Etalus and Xios' gift of magic through the Draconic Oak is a most disgusting thing to Ichor, and everything he does is in service of protecting the sanctity of Etalus and its magic from the people who would exploit it for political or economic gain.
Backstory: Born a child of two worlds, Ichor was given a unique perspective in life from his parents. His father, a citizen of Ditania and a smith of great skill and renown; and his mother, an immigrant of Jussane's Aechon Archipelago and a frighteningly powerful Frost Mage. It was something that allowed him to grow into someone with ingenuity, discipline, and ambition. Still, living in Ditania, Ichor could feel a longing to connect with his Jussanian lineage, especially since he had all his life to connect to his father's culture through learning smithing and swordsmanship. It was all he could really hope for, as the only thing he had to remind him of his mother who can't be with him anymore.
​

Spoiler: About Yakov

Name: Yakov, but I go by Steel as well!
Timezone/Nationality: American in the EST
Favorite Fire Emblem Game: Awakening. I'm a sucker for that Visual Novel nonsense.
RP Experience: Probably something along the lines of four years at this point?

 

[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

WIP

Name: Lady Odette Katherine Bauford
Age: 32
Nation & Role: Ditania, Retainer to the Discerning Daughter.
Appearance:
Standing a fair 5ft 8in with a clear signs of her nobility in her stance and bearing, proud and aware of her who she is and what she has work with. She can shift effortlessly with a from the archetypical noble lady with expected demure and charm to an exposing and intimidating figure as the need arises. Her green eyes can be soft and welcoming, but also piercing and threatening when needed. In peace she wears the fine dresses expected of someone at her dresses, colourful with colours matching her red her which she let loose. In combat, she wears darker colours, mostly blacks grey and brown, with her hair tied up in a bony tail behind her. In both case, though, her clothing is form fitting to show off her curves, she dresses to cover as much of her body as possibly with only hints of skin, covering the scars left behind of her time as a prisoner during the civil war.
Class:
Thunder Mage
Stats:assign my stats for me

Level	HP	Strength	Magic	Skill	Speed	Defence	Resistance
3	22	0	7	3	4	0	4

Inventory:
Thunder tome
Old ducal ring of her fathers (gives a resistance and defence boost for a sort time when used)
Vulnerary
Personality: A woman of few words but by no means shy or unwelcoming of company. She simply prefers to let other people speak and get the measure of her company before she puts in her input, seemingly thoughtful and careful with her words. She is somewhat of social chameleon, adjusting her tone and manner to the person or group she is speaking to with a light and friendly manner, with the odd smart or sardonic comment seemingly made in good jest. Brave and loyal to her friends and seemingly taking joy in doing subtle acts to improve their day or cause a smile without seeking recognition, with a keen eye to read people and get a measure of them.

There is a darker side to her nature, though. Her chameleon like manner and ability to read people has made her an affective manipulator, guiding her allies and enemies to her own ends. Though skilled in her ways, a perceptive person will find that she might never really seem to be open with anyone, seemingly keeping everyone at an arms length though she might be easy to get close with others. In addition, she can be ruthless, showing little capacity to forgive those considering her enemies and after what she cares of. She also seems to have a clear aversion to be touched, particularly from men, and has been known to lash at the lightest touch unless she truly close to a person.
Scheme:
Change - he current ducal rule of Ditania had only lead to scheming and civil war, with the country barely held together under current Duke Reagent. The system has to change for the sake of all and it would not be changed by those with the power to do so as they gain under the current system. She needs to guide change of her current system from within and her connection to the mightly.
Revenge - Months in dungeon, seemingly left to her fate by the supposed allies of her family had left her bitter to those she claims as he closes friends and allies particularly the current Duke Regent which she feels responsible for her extended imprisonment and failure to protect her family. Though her top goal is to change things and to do so she needs to keep her desire in check, she won't say no to the opportunity for real revenge.
Backstory:
Odette was born the second child and only daughter of Duke Prospero Bauford, powerful and well respected among the nobility. Also a close friend and later rival to the current Duke-Regent. The two Duke grew up together and were inseparable but things changed as the pair took on their respective dukedoms and had different view of the running of the country. For Odette this rivalry meant little, a spare heir and female, all that was really expected of her is to help marry into a useful alliance when she became of age. Stil she was willful cheeky and smart often runing rings around her elder brother who was more of typical soldier. She took great interest in magic and it's connection to dracomic oak. She even dreamed of traveling
to Meridania and studying under their master of magic. However for now the Ditania academy would do. Prospero dotted on his daughter, seeing something of himself in her even considering having her become duchess. It was said he already took her secretly under his wing and taught her how to rule.

During the civil war, despite their rivalry Duke Prospero and Duke Claudio found themselves as allies. The war seemed to rekindle some of their friendship as the two of them working together seemed to earn them victory after victory. Still as Duke Claudio's star rose so did Prospero and question soon became who would take the Regents position after the war. This seemed not to be a question in the minds of the two dukes at least not openly as the organised a strategy meeting in Duke Prospero's Castle along with some other allies. At that, most of the allies have gather accept from Duke Claudio who was delayed and Odette's brother who was commanding his father's troops in the front line. It was when tragedy struck, one of the allies had switched sides and orchestrated a raid of Prospero's castle. The meeting attendants were killed while Odette was taken prisoner in dungeon.

For Odette in a matter of one night had seemed to have lost everything, her family and home and she was stuck alone in dungeon facing worst the captor had to offer. She spend almost a year like this as no random was paid for her and no news of the outside world. It was as if she had been forgotten and left behind to the whims of the traitors. In the time, it allowed her to wonder how it happened, it made no sense to her. They were winning it wouldn't make sense for anyone to switch sides now. More importantly it was very convenient that Duke Claudio was delayed in his arrival.

Salvation did come in the end when Duke Claudio laid siege to the castle and eventually taking it after a couple of months. Her brother was the one who opened the dungeon door for her much to her joy and Duke Claudio seemed to treat her like his own rescued daughter. It was not long after the war ended and Odette spend the next year to recover and ger back into regular life. By that time her brother took over the duchy and a staunch ally of Claudio become Regent. Though she was well treated by Claudio who helped in her recovery, funded her studies and even offered her to tutor his daughter, her suspicions of him never really left. Also she had seen the devastation of the civil war and how it affected her people. Something had to change on the current system. She had a good position to influence the next generation and investigate her suspicions. She will bide her time until the ideal opportunity comes.
Other:
Relationship to Other Characters:
Leave blank in initial application. We will flesh this out when plotting together.

Writer Form
Name: Souvi
Pronouns: He/him
Timezone & Nationality: GMT/Cypriot
Favourite Fire Emblem Game: Awakening (my first)
RPing Experience: 10+

 

[GamerKitty205]

• Overview
• Personal
• Stats

• 
  Princess Valdis Gazam
  Age: 24
  Nation & Role: Second Princess of Nortalis, accompanying the church's representative. (Retainer)
  
  Appearance: The shadow of Nortalian court, the second princess is tall, dark and dour. She’s rarely seen with a smile, her eyes always cold and judgemental. Even in the simple clothes she favors, Valdis cuts an imposing figure. She keeps her dark locks loose, or tied back, but never pinned up in the elegant braids of a lady.
  
  Scheming to Schism - While the corruption in the church runs deep, there are still those looking to do good. Though while they remain shackled to the Archbishop their power is limited. Though if there was enough unrest they may have cause to properly separate from the Archbishop. It’s Valdis job to seed this dissent and find allies for the newly burgeoning church.
• 
  Personality:
  Princess Valdis Gazam is not a good person. Or at least she’d be loath to call herself such. In her eyes a truly good person would not cling to scripture as she does. A truly kind hearted person would not think of stealing the throne from her elder sibling, would not feel such a thrill at pure destructive force of magic, would not be so enamored by knowledge so forbidden. The saints she admires, or even the clergy she respects so much do not need Xios’ word to keep them from sin. Though she does.
  
  This belief in a self corruption has made Valdis very reserved. While she is not afraid to speak her mind, she chooses her words— and her conflicts— wisely. It would not do her well to allow her emotions to rise to the surface. She has seen first hand what happens to those in power who use it too frivolously, and wishes so dearly not to become the thing she hates. Unfortunately her guise of quiet neutrality tends to appear more gloomy than peaceful. Try as she might there is a bitterness that leaks out into her words and expressions, making her less than approachable.
  
  Despite all of this, Valdis is a very good natured person. The tenents of virtue that Xios represents are always at the forefront of her mind. She cannot stand cruelty, and cannot help but act to help those around her. Her more destructive tendencies directed through a wish to aid others turns into a kind of righteous fury while her guilt and hesitation keep her from acting too rashly. She does what little she can to sway things towards good and waits like a snake in the grass. Watching for her moment to strike.
  
  Backstory:
  The youngest daughter of King Auxis— Valdis was always acutely aware of the goings-on of her kingdom. She was the shadow of Sfanti castle, trailing behind her sister and father as they went about their work. She listened to the discussions of the adults around her, learning as much as she could about what it meant to rule— even though it was doubtful she would ever take the throne. And while Valdis always felt a discomfort watching the proceedings of Nortalian Court, she could never quite find the source of these emotions.
  
  One day her sister rode back to the castle alone after a crusade, her entire battalion having perished in the battle. Rumors of how the Golden Heiress had suffered such a failure grew and grew, her reputation tarnishing quicker than anything should. Soon enough the crown had been passed to the prince, and the eldest princess promptly disappeared from the castle and Nortalis as a whole. Valdis still remembers the sorrow on her father’s face that day... and the victory on the archbishop’s.
  
  It was then that she realized, despite the shining crown on his head, her father was not in charge. He oversaw the machinery of the kingdom, balanced the whims of squabbling nobles and placated foreign officials. And yet he never seemed to have the last word as a king was expected to.
  
  It was the Archbishop who had final authority. It was at his word the treasury was used to line clergy’s pockets. It was him who wished for the holy wars waged at their borders, who sent supposed sinners to their deaths with a smile. If the Archbishop wanted to be rid of an inconvenient heir, he only needed a reason... or a way to create one.
  
  Valdis was sickened by this show of corruption and power, how it seemed to warp the religion she found such solace in. She had always turned to Xios when faced with troubled thoughts, finding the cathedrals more welcoming than the royal wing, and modeling herself after the saints of yore. She knew they would never approve of this, and yet, it was how her kingdom had functioned for far too long.
  
  Once— and only once— she dared to ask the kindly priests she knew why her home was like this, and how no one had done anything to change it. They gave her an answer that she hadn’t heard before, but had known deep in her heart— that there was nothing they could do. When even a princess was ruined for being a threat to the Church’s power, how could anyone speak out? Not without destroying themselves in the process.
  
  Valdis didn’t lose hope so easily. She was convinced there must be a way to change things. There were more than enough members of the clergy willing to reform the church, but as long as the Archbishop was so beloved they were unable to achieve anything. Valdis knew that all it would require is one scandal, one catastrophe— something to make the common masses’ love turn to loathing. It would be enough for the truly devout to excise the materialistic rot. She just had to find to do so without sharing her sister’s fate.
  
  It was years later that her brother pulled her aside and informed her of a miraculous opportunity. An assembly in Etalus, the most sacred place in all of Reverus outside of Sfanti itself. An assembly the Archbishop sought to take advantage of, sending a representative to secure an alliance with the Duchess-to-be. It was easy enough to obtain a spot on the excursion— the Royal family and church ought to show a unified front after all. With all the most influential people on the continent in one place, surely Valdis would find some way to depose the Archbishop.
  
  Other: A dedicated scholar of magic who wishes to learn more about other nation's specialties if given the chance. Carries some sort of religious symbol on her at all times.
  Relations: TBA
• 
  

  Level	HP	STR	MAG	SKL	SPD	DEF	RES
  3	16/16	0	11	10	11	3	3

  Class: Wind Mage
  Inventory: Elwind Tome, Squall Tome (Melee only, higher MT and Crt than average). Three doses of Concoction.

Spoiler: Me!

Name: Jupiter! But Gamerkitty and GK work as well
Pronouns: They/them
Timezone & Nationality: EST and the USA
Favourite Fire Emblem Game: It’s a tad cliche, but I do love Three Houses. Though awakening holds a soft spot in my heart
RPing Experience: I have been roleplaying semi-regularly for the past... 7 years or so? Lots of group rp, a few 1x1 and the occasional ttrpg.

 

[Landsharks]

Spoiler: Armor

Fourth Princess Beatrix Fortagon, Commander of the Knights Partinax

"By my hand, I execute my father's will. All units, charge! Give no quarter! Show no hesitation, no fear! The only mercy for our foe will be in the hereafter!"
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• Overview
• Stats
• Misc.
• Writer Form

• 
  Age:
  23
  
  Nation & Role:
  Kingdom of Sanghalo, The Spying Scion
  
  Appearance:
  The fact that Princess Beatrix meets most standards of conventional beauty isn't talked about for a few reasons. First, she can be seen with armor donned and helmet on more often than not, even in public appearances. Second, even if her face is visible, it's often marred with a frigid expression in her eyes. A few battle scars line her body, mostly concentrated around her torso, arms, and shoulders. She stands tall at 6'1", with a lithe, athletic build.
  
  Personality:
  Loyal. Dedicated. Ruthless. Fourth Princess Beatrix is the tip of King Damaron's spear, ever surging forth to be the first into battle in her father's name. If something is asked of her for the sake of Sanghalo and the Fortagon line, she will stop at nothing to see it done. There is little she would balk at in that regard, and very few lines she would not cross in order to achieve her objectives. Beatrix Fortagon is a dedicated knight through and through. Barring an absolute decimation of the royal line, she will never even approach the position of heir of Sanghalo, but she continues to give her all to serve the throne nonetheless.
  
  On a personal level, she is cold, impersonal, and stoic. Nonetheless, she inspires loyalty among her own forces for her dedication to rewarding competence and fealty, treating her units as a meritocracy where she often promotes from within the ranks. Class, wealth, and other such inherited traits are only treated as tools by her in order to further genuine accomplishment, and she pays respect to those who lack such stepping stones and still succeed. Besides, commoner and blueblood alike are still subordinate to the will of Fortagon. What further distinction does she need?
  
  Furthermore, she holds to her word. If she swears an oath or makes a promise, she will not violate it. Ruthless and violent as Beatrix may be, she nonetheless has a rare reputation for honesty among the court.
  
  While she has no problem with underhanded measures per se, what Beatrix despises is intrigue for its own sake. She would be the first to state that there is no honor on the battlefield, but oftentimes, she finds courtly schemes and plots to be wastes of time when might and strategy will win the day more quickly. Poisoning the enemy's water supply on the eve of battle is just good tactics. Humiliating a rival in court solely to increase your own standing is a frivolous exercise in ego when a duel to the death could have eliminated the problem immediately, with no chance of the foe returning to haunt you.
  
  Moreover, Beatrix's strengths also influence her weaknesses. Thanks to her zeal in furthering Sanghalo's causes, she possesses a terrible reputation among the other nations as a warmonger and butcher. Her will and drive extend into outright pigheadedness at times, refusing to back down or pick her battles with a cooler head.
  
  Surely, someone like this would never be tasked to spy, of all things.
  
  Scheme:
  Scheming to Spy
  
  Backstory:
  Nobody expected much from King Damaron Fortagon's fourth daughter. By the time Beatrix was born, he'd already had three sons and three daughters, the oldest already on the cusp of adulthood. Thus, an outside observer couldn't be blamed for thinking this girl could likely get away with resting on her laurels. Though it seemed no one told Beatrix herself. From the moment she was knighted and given her own small command, Fourth Princess Beatrix set about making her mark.
  
  She led the van in several of Sanghalo's incursions into Jussane, proving instrumental in the success of these as her shock troops scattered any initial resistance before them. In mere months and years, the previously-looked over seventh child of Damaron became the court's newest shining star. The size of her command increased, as did her responsibilities. Before long, she was traveling the length and breadth of the kingdom as an extension of the king's will.
  
  Chaos and rebellion threatened Sanghalo in the wake of the blight, and Beatrix was at forefront of quashing any dissent. She and her knights marched into the kingdom's outlying cities, enforced fair rationing and distribution of grain, and laid siege to any defiant aristocrats thinking of hoarding more than their share. More than one noble scion had their private retinues smashed and themselves put to the sword by Beatrix at this time, purely of her own initiative in enforcing peace and keeping the nation's tax base fed.
  
  It was upon her return from crushing a burgeoning rebellion in the far southern reaches of Ashreicht that her father gave Beatrix her latest directive: take her command and join in on the war effort in Ditania. Crush the schemes of those foreign bastards, the vultures that would be joining in, and ensure that the Duke's daughter had no one else to turn to for aid. Sanghalo needed Ditania's grain if it was to survive this blight.
  
  Beatrix obeyed and set off, though not without her own reservations. She understood her father's own scheme at once, of course: who would suspect his heavy-handed executioner of having a hidden agenda? Of course, this was new ground for her. Schemes were not her way, and doubts rose in her mind at her ability to execute her father's directive in the manner that he would have liked.
  
  That said, Beatrix had been given a direct order, and she would not fail, doubts or no doubts. Perhaps her own plots might fail, but should that happen, she will accomplish her father's orders in her own way. Woe be unto the Ditanians should that come to pass.
  
  
• 
  Class:
  Cavalier
  
  Stats:
  (20 to spend. +4 HP, +4 ATT, +5 SKL, +5 SPE, +1 DEF, +1 RES)
  

  Level	HP	Strength	Magic	Skill	Speed	Defence	Resistance
  5	25	9	0	8	9	6	3

  
  Inventory:
  - Silence (Prf): Forged as a coming-of-age gift for Beatrix's knighting, this fine lance is specifically designed to be deadly against heavy armor and cavalry alike.
  - Iron Greatlance: A heavy, durable spike of iron on a haft for use in threshing through mere chaff.
  - Javelin: Bundles of throwing spears strapped to the sides of her mount's saddle.
  - Vulnerary
  
• 
  Other:
  Voice claim: Devora Wilde
  Theme song: Imperial Code
  
  Relationship to Other Characters:
  
  
• 
  Name:
  Landsharks
  Pronouns:
  He/Him
  Timezone & Nationality:
  EST, USA
  Favourite Fire Emblem Game:
  Radiant Dawn. Best map design in the series. Unit availability is a meme, you weren't seriously going to use Tormod anyway.
  RPing Experience:
  Started some time in the mid-2000s, been at this since I was a kid, really.
  

 

[DistractionAttack]

• Story Info
• Mechanics
• Writer's Form
• Flavor

• 
  
  
  Name: Sephonia Grum
  
  Age: 23
  
  Nation/role: Jussane’s Knight formerly of House Grum.
  
  Appearance- Current knight of the royal family, former knight of House Grum standing tall at 6’1(184cm) Powerful build intimidating presence her body language is relaxed uninterested in current situations. Wearing a black vest with thick fur that reveal her muscular arms which are her pride and joy. Black pants baggy unable to define where her legs are exactly. Adorned not with gems but teeth from exotic Fauna and Fish standing out in any Castle that is Sephonia. Her eyes although a nice medium aquamarine they seem to scan you always looking for weaknesses. Not to mention her rather lovely face is contorted into a constant scowl when she isn’t talking. Though she looks like a common bandit when she has to accompany on a political venture she wears a typical blue officer uniform with white gloves and a blue officer cape ditching her teeth necklace for a normal steel ring she wears on her finger under her glove.
  
  
  Spoiler: Armor

  
  
  Class: Brigand
  
  Personality: Sephonia Grum quite the nasty person people would say. Boorish, Unruly, Greedy, and Untrusting, shoving her way around or into conversation. Chivalrous would be the last word you would call her and even then you would never say it to her face. Despite all this she is quite intelligent knowing when to keep quiet and let others do the talking. Both on the battlefield and in discussions she uses no honor fighting using dirty tactics. Thinking that fighting with honor is what veterans with no creativity tell their squires.
  
  Though Untrusting of others she can come to trade agreements if resources were involved, but she won’t accept them immediately she wants to know everything. Where it’s coming from and how long it takes to produce and how it was produced. Collecting bit by bit all the info she can before she yanks it out of their hands, and into her greedy fingers. Her rough shell of a person can be too much for some people. She is loyal to a fault although not trusting the lords and ladies she oh so despises. She would never disagree with them unless it actively infringed on the kingdom. The royal family on the other hand makes her seem far too trusting. Following every order without hesitation, not caring for the how and why just that they wanted it done.
  
  Sephonia’s rough exterior seems indestructible, but has a few cracks in it though. She has a soft spot for People down on their luck and children, Believing the Prince to be both. Offering him unwavering loyalty despite her greedy nature to take everything. When she is in service to the prince she makes sure to act with manners. Walking, talking, introducing, Everything changes as she doesn’t want to embarrass the prince or make negotiations fall through cause they have a thug in their retinue.
  
  
  Spoiler: Scheme

  Scheme to Obtain: Her goal is to forwardly try to take resources in agreements, or through combat. Making Ditania a prime target and Sanghalo a less lovely target. their ideal situation that this plays out is robbing other nations of resources. Making their trade power drop and or cutting them off from food making war unsustainable. Meanwhile making Sephonia all the more richer.
  
  
  Spoiler: Backstory

  Sephonia grew up an only child on the Aechon Archipelago it was quite beautiful and a very scenic vacation spot. Granted it was also filled with nobles looking for time away from work where they can let their masks slip. They didn't care what happened on the archipelago, cause most people born on the archipelago would never have enough money to leave. Ship was the only way to leave and the nobles would make trips to and from the archipelago cost a fortune while they line the pockets of the captains and crews of those said ships. Sephonia didn't know much of what was going on, but did her best to help her parents secure their living, catching fish and chopping wood and hunting for a modest living separate from the world out there.
  
  Years past now 17 money continued to get tighter and tighter as less and less people visited the Archipelago. Nobles visit all the time but never buy their products, meanwhile bringing invasive Flora and Fauna to destroy the fragile ecosystem unintentionally. Sephonia had enough! Everything beautiful and dear to her ruined cause of people with too much money. Sickening it was but she had a plan, a bad one but one that would get her off this place. She would hang around the docks working as hired muscle most would deny her since they already had some. Later when the "Client" would have their hired muscle lured away by Sephonia and have a fun spar, well fun for her. The "Client" would get robbed and all their valuables taken. This is when Sephonia found out the effectiveness of Hammers, becoming her signature weapon. She didn't need to win she just needed to stall till the job was done which gave her amazing training practice.
  
  For a while the small community prospered with the ill-gotten gains and Sephonia now 20 reveled in it till getting an odd request for a noble who showed up with nobody just himself. Wanting to hire Sephonia permanently believing she was the ringleader of the crime happening. Effectively chopping the head of the snake, as well as gaining a bright ally in a single action. Sephonia agreed to his offer and sailed back to the mainland. The noble taught everything she needed to know about the world away from her little nook. 2 long years of studying and etiquette training rarely letting her train her body something she was proud about. Once it was all over she hated the whole process, hating the long sleepless nights, anything that could agitate her was on the table to see if she would break and every time she did it wasn’t pretty. Now it was all over but it felt horrible being gentle and nice sickening it all was. She wanted a chance to leave House Grum.
  
  Soon her chance was coming up The noble she worked in service of misdeeds have came to light all the awful things he did outside of his guise, but to get out of imprisonment he offered up her contract to the royal family as collateral for their misdeeds. Surprisingly to even Sephonia they accepted as Sephonia now in service to the royal family, along with that the noble is now cleared of their misdeeds free to walk. Which made Sephonia furious but such is the way of Jussane and their laws. Now a retainer for the royal family, she turned her focus outwards ready to defend her homeland from all invaders and make a little gold on the side.
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  Level	HP	Strength	Magic	Skill	Speed	Defense	Resistance
  5	26(21+5)	11 (6+5)	0	5 (4+1)	9 (4+5)	8(4+4)	1

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  Maully- [Weapon]
  Works best against armored knights.
  
  Signature weapon she used back then. A maul that looks like it’s seen it’s fair share of battles although it shines as if it was brand new.
  
  
  
  Woodcutters Axe - [Weapon]
  Not actually a woodcutters axe. It’s a smaller one edged axe that has a hardy handle to it. Made for throwing
  
  Raigeki - [Weapon]
  A ceremonial kanabo she keeps wrapped and at her side when doing negotiations. It’s not as practical as a normal kanabo, but she keeps it around as memorabilia.
  
  
  Vulnerary - [Support]
  When you don’t need one you’re lucky, if you need one and don’t have one you’re dumb.
  
  Relationship to other characters: (blank for now)
  
  
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  Name: Dis, Second level of the nine hells, or just Dis is fine. If you don't wanna call me Dis call me Ave.
  Pronouns: They/Them
  Timezone & Nationality: CST, USA
  
  Favorite FE game: Probably sacred stones most of my favorite characters come from that game.
  
  Roleplay Experience: I fell into the hobby randomly 11 years ago in a Facebook Group Roleplay group. I have 6 years experience, but I took a 5 year break to get my life together before I started to get back into it,
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  Trivia: Before she started working as hired muscle, she was her village’s babysitter taking care of all the kids. She gained a soft spot for kids here and was affectionately called “Big Sis” for her nurturing yet tough personality towards the kids.
  
  
  Quotes
  Tap Quotes
  -“Yeah! Alright…I’ll go.”
  -“I’m listening.”
  -“No one gets through”
  Crit Quotes
  -“I’ll Beat you into a pulp!”
  -“How Brave of you!”
  -“You will have nothing!”
  -“This is your end!”
  Defeated Quotes
  -“I failed to be your strength…”
  -“How…Embarrassing.”
  
  (I just wanted to see if I can capture my character’s personality in just a few lines so ignore this)
  

 

[Misuteeku]

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  Name: Rosaline Proguer Etalus
  Age: 18
  Nation & Role: Dukedom of Ditania, The Discerning Daughter
  Appearance: The sole daughter of Duke Claudio bears his striking silver hair. Her expression embraces solemnity and calmness with sharpened eyes. Words of the Duke's daughter often describe her as a white rose, innocent but deceiving. As she reaches the end of her growth, Rosaline reaches a respectful height of 5'5. Although she comes across as delicate, her hands sport callouses that tell of her training.
  Personality:
  As the daughter of the newly elected Duke of Etalus, Rosaline is portrayed as a noble woman who embodies all virtues of one. It is through Rosaline's efforts that she tries to project these elements for her father. Through training and discipline, Rosaline often conceals how she feels and makes decisions that are best for the family. She demands respect and discipline equal to her own. Her composure is ironclad and is able to ward off the fear that comes from inexperience. There is no need for hesitation, only the consequence that comes with each action.
  
  However Rosaline is not a woman, just a girl. Brittle iron can made into a blade, but Rosaline isn't refined enough to become that blade. Rosaline is soft hearted and self-conscious on how her actions may be perceived to others. Though these traits are suppressed by her desire to uphold her family's status as the daughter of the Duke. She has complicated feelings regarding her father. One of strictness yet affection. Although he had shown her nothing but discipline, she still hopes to make him proud. It is nothing more than a simple of dream of a child.
  
  With immense responsibility and fears, she imposes strict standards and arbitrary distances to the people around her. From innocent requests to absurd demands, Rosaline isn't afraid of throwing tests at people to see how far they would go for her favor. She doesn't hide behind her age, but brandishes her title proudly as the Representative of House Etalus. Those who do not know their place quickly remember who she is.
  
  Rosaline isn't afraid to be cruel, perhaps it is a trait that she deems necessary. Taking reference to the other lords of Ditania, Rosaline would not hesitate in a decision if it meant that she would gain an upperhand. Destroying her own supplies to prevent enemies from taking them, or leaving a foreign ally behind if it proved to be too cumbersome. Even if it comes at the expense of her allies, it would be a small sacrifice to pay for House Etalus. Yet, there is a feeling of remorse when the pressure finally fades away from her young mind.
  
  Scheme:
  Scheming to Secure
  
  Backstory:
  The Daughter of Claudio Proguer, born during the ending years of the recent Ditania Civil War. Her mother had passed away when she was young and was often left in care of the maids or nannies. Her father had been absent and had only given instruction to educate the young daughter for the servants. It had been a lonely existence but not unbearable. Although the servants were standoffish, Rosaline found solace in the garden that was cultivated by her late mother. It felt that she was here even if Rosaline hardly had any memories of her.
  
  Though it changed once her father had returned back from the business he had attended. Rosaline had expected many things from her father. A warm smile, infectious laughter, or an embrace that could melt away the winter. All Rosaline received was a look of acknowledgement before he moved on to matters that needed his attention. An impression that Rosaline couldn't erase, even when she grew older and understood the context of his mood back then.
  
  Soon education was combined with rigorous training. Rosaline hardly found time for herself and dreams barely came to her. Her father often trained in the art of the sword and found an instructor for pegasi training. There was little time to think for herself as she went through the routines and exercises. The problems excaberated when politics and economics were introduced to her. Rosaline at the age of fifteen would understand the purpose of these lessons.
  
  A reception where all the Dukes attended. Enough people to fill the entire room was a spectacle to Rosaline. People in droves came to chat with the daughter of Duke Etalus. Men from all noble standings came to greet her, their sons vying for her attention, and their daughters trying to connect to her. All of it was incredibly superifical, an underlying intent to gain from talking. Rosaline kept her composure and played her part as the perfect daughter until she met her uncle.
  
  If the nobles were concealing their intent then her uncle, the Count of Dona, made his malice explicitly known. Insults hidden in compliments, chides as sharp as blades, and jealousy that burned within his eyes. It took Rosaline all her composure before the man was brought over to her father. Although her uncle's words were malicious, they were not wrong.
  
  She was lacking and must make up for it. At the age of 15, she made a promise to herself. That she would uphold her house's reputation and maintain it until she was worthy to take the position of Duke. Though little did she know in three years that such responsibility would fall into her hands so soon.
  
  
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  Class: Pegasus Knight
  

  Level	HP	STR	MAG	SKL	SPD	DEF	RES
  1	20 (+3)	6 (+2)	1 (+)	6 (+)	9 (+1)	2 (+2)	5 (+)

  
  Inventory:
  Vivar (Prf) - An enchanted sword. The hilt of Vivar was said to built with Draconic Oak. It is said that the wielded can strike twice like lightning. (Brave Effect)
  Lancereaver- A sword that is able to deal with lances. Inversely, it deals with axes worse.
  Iron Sword - A regular blade of iron.
  Vulnerary
  
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  Name: Misu
  Pronouns: He/Him
  Timezone & Nationality: CST, USA
  Favourite Fire Emblem Game: Fates (I never finished the game)
  RPing Experience:
  8+ Years
  

 

[Dante Verren]

Spoiler: armor

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  Name: Konrad Bar Kastellan
  
  Age: 34
  
  Appearance: Standing at a height of 5’10, Konrad is a reasonably handsome man with dark brown eyes equal in color to his brown hair. Despite having a hard face the ever present smile helps to disarm anyone who may be put off by him. His body is a bulky build with well toned muscles earned through decades of training and years in battle.
  Personality : Konrad is a dutiful man with a pleasant nature at heart. He completes any task given to him promptly and as near perfection as could be expected of him, he constantly carries a smile on his face, and he is always one to engage in conversation no matter the time or place. He is humble with nobles/royalty, respectful to fellow warriors, and kind towards commoners. None may question his loyalty to his two loves, his country and his harp. Yes Konrad has a taste for music. While not a master at the craft he took to the harp as a method of solace after a particularly bloody skirmish and has kept it up ever since. He is everything you could have wanted from a warrior and a political prisoner… on the surface at least.
  
  Underneath the man stirs something darker and more devious. After all, who would you spill your secrets to, the man brooding in the corner, or the smiling face who is always there to lend you an ear when needed? Who would you least expect to harbor traitorous thoughts, the lone commander or the warrior fighting side by side with you battle after battle? What country is it that Konrad really loves? Is it the great kingdom of Sanghalo of which he has spent his life in joyful service to… or is it his one and only home… Faust?
  
  Scheme: A Scheme of Home: Konrad seeks one thing above all else, the benefit of Faust. Ideally he would see Faust rise in power and standing in the kingdom to gain as much preferential treatment as it can get. If that fails, well some sort of deal for a return to the breakaway baron status wouldn’t be too bad either.
  
  Backstory: Hailing from the woodland barony of Faust, Konrad belongs to the proud Bar Kastellan family. At the time he was born he was the second son to the Baron in one of it’s many periods of independence from the larger Kingdom. Being second in line for the Barony Konrad had a bright future in front of him, but fate decided it was not to be. At the age of four his family's lands were recaptured for the kingdom once more and as a token of submission Konrad was sent to live in the royal capitol as a hostage. He would not be a prisoner, but a proud son of Sanghalo, raised as a warrior and taught as much propaganda as they could to create the loyal son of the Faust Barony. Perhaps his overlords thought to put him forward as the Baron when his father died, or perhaps they just wanted the security his presence gave them. Regardless it would shape him into the man he would become for either the kingdom’s betterment, or maybe perhaps for the worst.
  
  As soon as he was old enough to take part in battle he was sent to the frontline, participating in multiple campaigns against the other kingdoms he would eventually reach the toughest point of his life. The blight would claim the lives of many, and his father was one of them. With his father’s death Konrad’s brother became the baron of Faust. The foolish man flirted with rebellion however backed down when the live of his brother was threatened. That moment, that singular glimpse of time where he stood at the gallows, a rope around his neck while his brother knelt and renewed his values of loyalty all while his young nephew watched, will be ingrained in his heart forever.
  
  After the Barony of Faust was brought back to heel, Konrad was redeployed in battle after battle, eventually earning a reputation for himself. When the time came for a diplomatic mission to Ditania to be sent he was a perfect candidate to go. He was an accomplished warrior, a member of nobility, and loyal. What else could the Kingdom of Sanghalo need?
  
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  Class: Fighter
  
  Stats: assign my stats for me
  

  Level	HP	Strength	Magic	Skill	Speed	Defense	Ressitance

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  Name: Dante
  Pronouns: He/Him
  Time zone/Nationality: USA and PST
  Favorite FE game: Three Houses
  Rping Experience: 12 years in general and about 8 years on and off this site.
  

 

[Arcanist]

Millicent de Vere

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  Age:
  
  26
  
  Nation & Role:
  
  Sanghalo, the Spying Scion
  
  Appearance:
  
  Upon first look, Millicent is easily mistaken as masculine, with a strong jaw and wide nose, and a worn gaze shadowed by dark circles. Her height at 5'5 gives away she is not like the men of her country, but her stance and strong physique still maintain the warrior's aura she often seeks to portray. Boasting beige skin and a constellation of freckles across her cheeks and shoulders, it's evident Millicent spends much more of her time outside under the intense gaze of the sun than twiddling her thumbs inside any fortress. She is not averse to fine silk or flowing dresses - in fact, it's a guilty pleasure for her - but most of the time she dons furs, armour, or other practical clothing. Notably, she wears a ruby locket that she always keeps close to her and often plays with.
  
  Personality:
  
  Millicent presents herself as a strong and assertive woman, unshakable in the face of danger, stoic in the presence of mockery, most importantly, proud. She carries herself with the respect that she believes she deserves, not because of her status nor the need to be liked. She does not bawl at the idea that people dislike her, and does not go out of her way to be liked, and brings her honest opinions to the table. People see what they want to see after all, and it is a fact she cannot change.
  
  Her capability for showing emotion is at an incredibly low end of the scale. Her expressions usually cycle through anger, annoyance, boredom, or another passive or negative emotion. Her rough and tough demeanour has been cited as intimidating, and it is a feat that runs within her line that she chooses to make use of.
  
  Many claim that Millicent does not smile. Untrue, but a rarity indeed, as she keeps a lid on her emotions. She has learned from a young age that vulnerability is a weakness, one’s guard should never be lowered. It is a shield one must haul, and much like a shield, uses it to keep her cards close to her chest. Her control of her mental state extend outside of her and to her environment, eager to take and keep control of situations when she is not wanted to.
  
  Though fearful pictures have been painted of Millicent, she is not considered ‘unkind’, if you consider how she acts around those she trusts and is allied with. She has respect towards those who impress her with their strength and willpower - physical or otherwise - and will defend and protect those she is allied with. She simply seeks to lead others, and herself, to success.
  
  Scheme:
  
  Scheming to Spy
  
  Backstory:
  
  Millicent’s childhood was competitive and serious, despite being one of the older children among a handful of siblings. You did not earn King Damaron’s love, but rather, his respect and tolerance, and that took a culmination of hardiness and strength in your character. Millicent learned from a young age to temper her emotions, after watching her father criticise her siblings’ hysterics and snot-nosed pleads for help when a brother shoved another sibling.
  
  How Millicent gained her father’s respect was through the age-old tradition of ‘Griffon Taming’, the rite of passage for Griffon Knights, where a knight had to tame their own Griffon in the wild. The young princess, 11 at the time of this rite of passage, had her eyes on such a position ever since she watched her mother mount and fly her own winged creature.
  
  Though she managed to wrangle the creature and mount it, the griffon, stubborn as its kin, bolted off and took to the air. Though it tried every way it could to buck her off, Millicent persisted and held on as best she could. Eventually, the Griffon landed, and when met by her father and her men, she dismounted the creature with no tears, no hassle. Pride beamed from King Damaron’s face that day, while the hands behind her back trembled at the ordeal. It was best she hid it. She had won that day, after all; her own Griffon, and her father’s respect.
  
  Eventually growing to be a strong and capable warrior, her father gave her leave to attend to more military pursuits, particularly with the rising crime and thievery taking and rebellions taking place in their borders. With this, however, she also grew to be a wilful young woman. Though she craved approval in her heart, and maintained a ‘healthy fear’ of her father when she was younger, she became ever more intent on doing what she wanted, what she thought was the right course of action, than following the scripture her father laid out for her.
  
  One such example included the seizure of Jussane territory in Sanghalo’s ever continuing expansion into the west. Rather than have all those there immediately slaughtered, Millicent gave soldiers and citizens a different choice when their backs were against the wall. It was to fight alongside them or serve by other means, and they would be rewarded for their compliance. She was no stranger to violence with her axe being unclean as it was, and she most certainly was no saint in Sanghalo’s excursions but she did not seek to use it so mindlessly. She would not waste strong minds or bodies. Strength was a component needed in all areas of leadership after all.
  
  Other such rebellions included taking the initiative (not following orders) in military excursions, being argumentative with her then commanders, and so on. It was not unusual for there to be outbursts between father and daughter behind closed doors.
  
  Given her unorthodox methods and underhanded rebelliousness, she was eventually moved into reconnaissance, tasked with the command of a small number of soldiers to gather more information on Jussane and its territory. Though Millicent was aggrieved by her father’s actions, she still took to the leadership of the smaller squad as easily as a fish to water. She felt free in doing so, having more independence and power to carry out the duties of her nation in the way she liked. Even if she did retain an intimidating, no-nonsense leader attitude, she maintained a close bond with those in her squadron, and though carried a close friendship with them, still withheld vulnerability and emotion.
  
  Not all of Millicent’s missions have ended in success. A reconnaissance mission deep into Jussain territory and a headstrong action performed by the princess spelled the loss of a member of her squadron, captured by Jussain soldiers, their status unknown. Though it was simply a loss of a soldier to Sanghalo, easily replaceable, Millicent believed it to be much more; she had lost a comrade, not simply an underling. She still feels deep shame at the event.
  
  Despite such a setback, her father now sees fit to send her even further afield, but for a different mission altogether. She accepted, knowing the land was dying, the people were starving. Even she could be moved by the situation and unease in their home. Though she wondered about the scale of her father’s ambitions, and further, the blooming of her own.
  
  Other: Her Griffon’s name is Paidia!
  
  
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  Class: Griffon Knight
  
  Stats: Please assign my stats for me I am baby
  
  

  Level	HP	Strength	Magic	Skill	Speed	Defence	Resistance

  Inventory:
  
  Anduril – the famed axe allegedly welded by Sanghal the Brave and handed down her family line.
  
  Short axe – you can’t always get close enough to hit your foe, so throwing it always helps.
  
  Antitoxin – you never know when it might come in handy.
  
  
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  TBC
  
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  Name:
  
  Arca
  
  Pronouns:
  
  She/Her
  
  Timezone & Nationality:
  
  GMT/British
  
  Favourite Fire Emblem Game:
  
  Three Houses
  
  RPing Experience:
  
  10+ years
  
  

 

[High Moon]

Emil zu Rittfort, Captain of the Windemere Lancers

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  Name:
  Albert Emil Edward of House Venier-Rittfort
  
  Age:
  22
  
  Nation & Role:
  Kingdom of Sanghalo, Retainer
  
  Appearance:
  standing at 5’6” Emil doesn’t strike a particularly imposing figure, combined with his love of keeping his hair long, he has been the subject of some mistakes of identity. He’s fond of wearing elaborate clothes when off-the field, most often in the House’s traditional colours of black and white that is accented by the addition of the Sanghalan Red. His usually glowering expression is scarcely inviting, with cold golden eyes that seem to scrutinise anything and anyone but perhaps it’s best not to judge a book by its cover.
  
  Personality:
  Contrasting to his harsh gaze, Emil’s a soft-spoken and rather subdued person, always courteous with his words and calm in his demeanour, certainly not the type you’d imagine leading charges. Few have heard the lordling raise his voice in anger, even fewer have heard him ever shout, maybe with the exception of his siblings and close-friends.
  
  To those who know him as friends. Emil is a much more open and generous person, who is willing to always land an ear and help out in any way he can
  
  He is quite firm in his conviction that the Highborne ought to live up to the standard that their noble blood carries. To him they ought to always adhere to the codes of chivalry and lead with a fair if firm hand and protect tradition, and he tries his best to live up to it.
  
  He has no particular love for war that his countrymen seem to yearn for so much, to him it’s an affair that should be but the last resort.
  For all his rather liberal views in comparison to the blatant jingoism of Sanghalo’s nobility, Emil retains certain viewpoints that are common among the nation, such as the divine and absolute right to rule of the Nobility. He remains extremely proud of his noble heritage and ties. His attitude towards the commoners of Reverus is best could be described as condescending at the best of times and outright abusive at worst but more often than not he views them with cold indifference as long as they show the common decency of knowing their place.
  
  Scheme:
  To Reform. For Emil Sanghalo is an Autocracy in name only with the King unable to control the vast stretches of land he theoretically rules as sovereign and the Barons that swear fealty upon him and cower in fear of his armies remain too busy with bickering amongst themselves, plotting to rise above one another or sowing dissent against the Kingdom itself, the incompetent fools can’t even maintain order within their lands. What Sanghalo needs is a leader who can maintain and protect its vassals.
  
  Backstory:
  Born to the Lordly House of Venier-Rittfort, The noble house ruled over a series of estates running from the Windermere’s border with Northwall to the edge of Faust. The creation of the house is still in living memory, when a Jussanian House inherited the land through marriage, war was only averted with the arbitration of the church with the Lord of House agreeing to give the land to his second son, who’d renounce his claims in Jussane and swear fealty to the Baron of Windermere.
  
  Emil was born as the Third and final son of then heir to the house and current reigning Lord Albert, both a blessing and curse as while he was never quite likely to inherit their main holdings, it also spared him a strictly controlled upbringing that his elders were subject to
  
  Northern Windermere remained a harsh-land to tame, during the severe winters, a young Emil bore witness to his Lordly Grandfather’s complaints about how inheriting the land had been more of a curse than anything, telling tales of his home where such concerns did not exist, Emil’s own father, who no doubt had been raised with such tales had no such complaints as he had no nostalgia but he did have one thing, resentment in abundance. Against the main branch of the family, who had robbed them of all their ancestral inheritance and sent them off to this accursed land to rule over serfs barelly eking out an existence.
  
  He took a shine to horse-riding from an early age, a skill that came quite handy when your family ruled across little more than a frozen steppe.
  He was brought along to his father’s numerous trips across the courts and estates of their relatives across the border, travelling through the vast countryside of Jussane, and even visiting the capital. All these travels, seeing the more idyllic, downright pastoral lifestyle combined with the stories of his early childhood left a deep fascination for the country in the young noble, and perhaps deep down also festered the generation-long resentment too.
  
  As the situation in Windemere deteriorated, he was sent to pursue his higher education in an official capacity in the West, in the Capital city of Jussane instead of the Baronial Capital. And what a culture shock it was, while he was used to the considerably less strict attitude of the Jussanian Nobility it still didn’t compare to the abundantly expressive and cosmopolitan environment the city offered. He certainly made some interesting and questionable friends along the way, certainly the sort that would have been frowned upon back in the old country.His stint here would have a lasting effect on his personal philosophy.
  
  When he was sixteen, he was called back into the country with urgency, albeit the letter did not specify why, so he made his preparations and left for home, expecting to come back and finish his studies. Unbeknownst to him at the time, it would be a one-way trip.
  
  He only learned of what had happened when he stood before the smouldering ruins of his home. The peasants had revolted across Windermere, going on a bloody rampage against the local nobility, killing anyone that they could get a hold of, manorial estates burnt down to nothing, including the the eponymous Rittfort estate that he had been born and spent his early childhood in. All the help that refused to join the mob were killed on the spot, his grandfather and two sisters were lynched with the luckily rest of the family was spared the same fate by being elsewhere at the time, By the time order could be restored, the Grand Estate was a bunch of ruins. The event confirmed and deepened the young noble’s bias and disdain towards the common people.
  
  While Emil and his siblings toiled endlessly to rebuild and restore their lands to a semblance of their former glory under the watchful eye of their father, ill-tidings struck once more. Relations between Sanghalo and Jussane were always tense, and the Barons of Windermere were always looking for opportunities to expand their domain ever-westwards; however with the tense and troubling home-situation with blight and revolts, an outright war came as a surprise to many, especially the affected houses like that Emil’s own. Yet they answered the call as it was their sacred duty.
  
  Gathered together on the plaza of the Baron’s Castle, the Manor Lords and their levies were subjected to a lengthy and fiery speech, whereupon the Baron blamed the Jussanian Monarchy, exporting their radical sentiments across the border to ferment dissent against the ancien regime of Sanghalo, whether the accusation was true or not in reality did not matter, some one had to be blamed and better the ‘other’ than the Baron’s own incompetence and it worked splendidly, the plaza roared with the calls for war and revenge, even the usually calm Emil joined the chants and soon they would descend upon their prey like the proverbial hounds they were.
  
  Despite their joint outrage, with their questionable ancestry and strong ties to the enemy, the Rittforts didn’t make for trustworthy bannermen so the Baron of Windemere kept the sons of the Lord as captives under the guise of having them serve in his personal guard, kept under close-watch to ensure loyalty. Ever the fast rider, young Emil was assigned to the Baron’s light cavalry, tasked with the reconnaissance and raiding and so he would make his return to Jussanian territory, this time bearing arms.
  
  Over the six years since that day, he has served the Baron against the enemy, though the roaring fire of revenge has smouldered and some questions arose, he has continued to do his duty that his oath of fealty obliges him to do.
  
  It is under these circumstances that he and his men were loaned out to serve the Princess as the equestrian contingent of her honour guard, a considerably prestigious spot for a noble of his standing, even if it’s for a junior member of the royal family.
  
  
  
  
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  Class:
  Cavalier
  
  Stats:
  

  Level	HP	Strength	Magic	Skill	Speed	Defence	Resistance
  0	00	0	0	0	0	0	0

  
  Inventory:
  Sabre Sword: As standard as they come for a Baronial Cavalry regiment.
  Lance: adorned with a pennon of his house colours.
  Vulnerary: A classic
  
  
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  Other:
  – While Emil has travelled extensively through Windemere and many regions of continental Jussane he has only been to the bordering Barony of Skendr within the borders of the wider Kingdom of Sanghalo.
  – He is a skilled dancer.
  – He’s a rather joyous drunk, a contrast to his usually sombre and calm nature.
  
  
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  Name:
  High Moon, Moon
  Pronouns:
  He/Him
  Timezone & Nationality:
  GMT+3, Turkish
  Favourite Fire Emblem Game:
  Three Houses, it was my entry title into the series and Fodlan remains an interesting setting.
  RPing Experience:
  About Twelve years, give or take.
  

 

[Steve Jobs]

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• Name: Vittorio Salieri
  Age: 25
  Nation & Role: Nortalis Retainer
  Appearance: Vittorio is a lean, almost gaunt man whose disposition seems closer to a hare than a squire. He walks tall, but his steps are clumsy and directionless--they only stabilize in the company of the church and prestigious nobles. His face is never stern nor his lips down turned; he carries warm eyes and a disarming smile. He is quick to open a door, quick to catch a falling object, and quick to speak (sometimes a bit too quick). Coupled with skin that never tans and colorless hair, he is often mistaken for a starving monk when donning the clothes of commoners (rare as those instances may be).
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  Class: Myrmidon
  Stats: Base 8 + (1 x 3) = 11
  

  Level​	HP​	Strength​	Magic​	Skill​	Speed​	Defence​	Resistance​
  2​	18​	6 (4+2)​	1​	7 (6+1)​	10 (7+3)​	4 (1+3)​	5 (3+2)​

  Inventory:
  Prismatic Blade - A highly sharp, but brittle blade. What it sacrifices in durability, it makes up for in speed and accuracy.
  Sabre - A sword gifted by his father prior to his departure from Nortalis. It has a golden hilt and black sheath.
  Vulnerary - For medicinal purposes
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  Personality: Missionary work has shaped Vittorio into an sympathetic man with a willingness to cross boundaries for the sake of curiosity. He accrues experiences like money, pans for knowledge like gold, and mines for trust like diamonds. He believes that the best way to connect with someone is to contextualize his beliefs with their experiences so that they aren't confused by complicated terminology. Unfortunately, his gauge of people's intelligence is faulty, often founded in how articulate they are. It isn't uncommon for him to subtly switch speaking styles based on the company he is keeping or over-explain himself (often to the point of condescension).
  
  Years of travel have changed his view of the islands' inhabitants. It has taught him that nobody is inherently less intelligent than another; intelligence comes in different forms and it's his obligation to meet them on their level. (It would be against Xios to dehumanize someone for their ignorance.) The same traveling however has also dampened his enthusiasm for the Church's mission. While he still believes in Xios' tenants and the necessity of spreading the word, much of it has given way to detours, dalliances, and wanting a world where coin and church aren't intertwined.
  
  Scheme: Scheme for Penance - Returning to Nortalis has filled him with trepidation regarding the Cunning Cleric's motivations. While he nominally agrees with the plan outlined, he wants to ensure that Nortalis has no ill intentions with the proposed law.
  
  Backstory: Vittorio comes from a lineage of holy knights, dating back to the founding of Nortalis after the Age of Heroes. As vassals of the church, every first born was expected to serve as either a knight or clergyman; this was particularly true during the crusades wherein his grandfather was said to have baptized a large number of sinners…in addition to executing them. In contrast, his mother was an immigrant from Meridania, where she taught at one of the most prestigious universities. It allowed him and his brother the privilege of receiving both a robust education and bumping elbows with the young aristocrats. He was a free spirited child, known as one of the brightest minds, but also the most embarrassing. He often forgot that children were meant to be seen, not heard, and paid for it whenever he spoke out of turn (or encouraged his friends to do the same).
  
  With his brother training to become a knight, Vittorio chose to attend a seminary and train to become a cleric. Unfortunately, his lack of magical aptitude meant that his choices were limited to theology, prayer, and bureaucracy. He chose priesthood with his first task being a missionary for the Aechon Archipelagos. At the time, only a small portion of the islands had been colonized. Given that Jussane seemed only interested in the main island, the bordering islands and those outside Aechon lacked the resources necessary to sustain themselves. With a band of clerics and devoted craftsmen, Vittorio sailed to the Archipelagos and spent years building infrastructure for underdeveloped villages. In addition to churches and hospitals, he also prioritized education via religious texts.
  
  He believed bridging the gap between the two worlds was necessary for them to understand the evils of Fell, rather than being deceived by the notion of balance or false gods. In exchange for teaching people the common tongue, Vittorio also learned about the culture of the Aechon villages that were free of Jussane intervention. What started as a four year excursion turned into five and six as he became more enamored with traveling and communing with locals. He lost sight of why he came to the Aechon Archipelagos and in his final year, fantasized about faking his death. He grew weary of a nation whose knights would have slain these villagers had he not converted them. And for Vittorio, whose team never accepted a single coin for their work, charging for a miracle seemed heretical.
  
  Unfortunately, not long after his twenty-fifth birthday, he received a letter from his father requesting he return to the mainland. His mother had fallen ill and despite the local clerics' best efforts, nothing helped her recover. Returning to Nortalis only confirmed his beliefs but also afforded him an opportunity. Due to his brother's inability to act as a retainer for the Cunning Cleric, he is acting as a substitute.
  
  Other:
  
  • His swordsmanship is better than the average guardsman, but is mediocre compared to trained military
  • He can speak several languages
  • Part of his seminary schooling included wine making
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  Name: Steve Jobs, Steve, Mr. Jobs
  Pronouns: They/She
  Timezone & Nationality: PST/ US
  Favourite Fire Emblem Game: I've only played Awakening
  RPing Experience: Many years