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[Kalin Scarlet]

Name: Ennis


Race: Human


Age: 16


Sex: Male-Heterosexual


Country of Origin: Palenia


Appearance/Physical Description:

Wearing this outfit, though smaller, and without the hood portion. The shirt is a plain black, though the jacket is closed, so its not visible, anyways.

Class: Thug


Inventory: Bronze Knife,Chest Key(x1), Lockpick(14)


Personality: Ennis is a soft-spoken kid. He is kind, and hard working, and also gifted in house work. He is also great at sleight of hand, and the 'art' of cheating. He also loves to read. Ennis has trouble speaking to women, running from them often of he gets nervous. Though he is capable of getting over this with time.


History: Ennis grew up as an orphan on an island off the coast of Neth. He was 10 at the time, and found that there wasn't anyone he could rely on for help besides himself. At first, Ennis tried begging for food and coin. When that didn't work, he resorted to minor theft, which got him beat up often(though never arrested, for some reason).


Finding that he needed a way to take the money from people fair and square. As such, he started to learn card tricks, and practiced gambling over the next few years, becoming quite good at it eventually. Gambling, Ennis found, was much more effective, and alot safer than outright stealing from people, considering they were essentially offering it to him.


Things were going great, until Ennis made the mistake of hustling a group of pirates who were quite tricky, themselves. Not only did they withhold the money he won, they also stole him away, and made him work for them at the risk of death. And so, Ennis spent the next few months maintaining the pirates' ship, and feeding their prisoners, a man having been there before Ennis, and a girl who was kidnapped very recently by them.


Other: Ennis is exceptionally fast and skilled, even compared to more highly trained individuals.

 

[Archdemon]

Name: Reaver


Race: Human


Age: 23


Sex: Male


Country of Origin: Herranow


Appearance/Physical Description: Image - TinyPic - Free Image Hosting, Photo Sharing & Video Hosting


Class: Squire ((Going up to the Halberdier class, probably spelt that wrong))


Inventory:


Bronze Lance Rank-E


1 Vulnerarity ((Forgot how to spell it))


Hilarity Bomb


Personality: Reaver is a very quiet man who has never really socialized with anyone outside his family and friends. He sets up a barrier of silence when he meets someone but will eventually learn to like and trust them. He has an curious fascination about warriors and legends hoping to become one himself and have his name written in the history books. He always eager to learn more about combat and the like. He's a sweet guy who will always help out if he can.


History: Reaver was the squire of some noble somewhere in Neth, he originally came from a small village along the coastline which is nothing special. He has been learning for a long time and sparred a little but has never really been in real combat. Well one day when he was about 23 his teacher had been attacked and assassinated in the home and Reaver only woke up when someone was making a commotion at his door and Well reaver was about to open it once he got dressed before the cloaked man opened the door after lock picking it and attacked Reaver. Reaver jumped out of the window and was very lucky that he fell into a large body of water or a very big pond and fled the scene. Whatever the reason to why the man killed his mentor and tried to kill him was beyond Reaver but all he knew was that he had to get away, far away and that led to the brilliant idea to go out to sea on a rowboat. He was then captured by pirates when he was a little ways off land and was being held prisoner on their ship.


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[SirBlazeALot]

Name: Cherry (Named after the Cherry Pie I'm shmokin' rn)


Race: Human


Age: 35 (what a milf)


Sex: Female


Country of Origin: Fuccino


Appearance/Physical Description

Her stupid money grubbing face

This is her outfit, complete with the fucking moogle. JK tho.


Class: Transporter


Inventory: Jackshit but soon to be a lot


Personality: Cherry's kind of like your typical naggy mom. Ya love her, but god can she be annoying. She'll be the one asking, "Are ya hungry?" like 10000 times a day and it's like "....Cherry I'm a fucking adult, I can feed myself when I get hungry, ok, shit." but then sure enough five minutes later she's like, "Have you eaten today?" and it's like "WOMAN IF YOU DON'T GET OFF MY FUCKING BACK." Unlike most merchants from Fuccino, Cherry's actually not corrupt! She believes in selling the best product at as low a price as possible. Sadly, she's a big fat pushover and you can easily bargain with her to lower her prices or get her to sympathize with you if you tell her a sob story. What a sucker. That's probably why she's actually kind of a shitty merchant, and works better at making sure everyone in the army is properly equipped. She's also a stellar cook. Mom of the year right here.


History: Cherry grew up in Fuccino and has always loved the country. She comes from a long line of honest merchants, however, Cherry is special. You see, the difference between honesty and being a limp noodle is compassion, and the woman's always had too much of it. Her family allowed her to run one of their shops when she was 18 and their profits quickly went down the drain. This would turn out to be a repeating trend, almost as if she was cursed. Poor girl became a favorite for shady Fuccini business men and she would get ripped off by one of them pretty much every day, that is until her family finally smartened up and stopped putting her in positions of power. Unfortunately, the damage was done and the poor girl soured her family's profits to the point of bankruptcy. She's spent the last five years attempting to rectify their losses as a traveling merchant, but as you may have guessed, it hasn't been going too well. In fact, her latest boat trip saw her robbed and kidnapped by pirates. Poor defenseless lady made herself useful around the ship by becoming the cook! They still keep her in a prison cell though...


Other: Fuck the waffles


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[Archdemon]

Name: Winfield


Race: Human


Age: 27


Sex: Male


Country of Origin: Ifrin


Appearance/Physical Description: http://orig11.deviantart.net/84ee/f/2008/206/9/3/wild_west_vin_by_animama.jpg


Class: Griffon Rider


Inventory:


2x Iron swords


2x Elixers


Personality: Winfield is a sarcastic and humorous man who speaks in a strange accent, he's a harden warrior and will kill without mercy but can also relax and help make anyone's day. He absolutely loves his Griffon and will murder anyone and will most likely kill them in a very slow and painful way if they kill his griffon. He likes to tell tales of his adventures and battles and how awesome he is. He likes to talk but will shut up if you tell him too. He usually likes to fly around and do stuff on the back of his Griffon and pretty much spends most of his time spending with his griffon.


History: Being born in a desert country has its perks and being built tough is one of them. Winfield was always the rebellious type and soon left his tribe to earn a name for himself. When he was around 23 he had come across an injured Griffon who was going to be killed by spiders or something and well basically killed them. At first the griffon wanted nothing to do with Winfield but couldn't get away since its wing was broken. After awhile of taking care of it and nursing it back to health it found great joy in being with Winfield and received the name Desert. And a couple more years later he earned the name Desert Rider because well he rides a griffon in the desert and was well renowned for his combative abilities. Soon after the taros invasion and Ifrin alliance he left his home country not wanting to get involved with the whole war even though he loved his country he just didn't care and became a mercenary for hire. But he knows sooner or later he'll get involved someway somehow.


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[AroundZaWarudo]

Name: Rico Vicente Reyes


Race: Branded


Age: 20


Sex: Male


Country of Origin: Taros


Appearance/Physical Description:

Class: Pit Fighter


Inventory: Iron Claw, 2 vulnery


Personality: Rico knows that people who pay to see the fighting pits want blood, and they want that blood spilled in style. They want a fighter that finds pleasure in the fight. Rico fits the bill perfectly. "Blood and roses are two of the most beautiful things in the world, besides myself.", "Gaze upon true beauty before I show yours to the audience".


He used to hate the killing, and the blood.


Especially the blood. The smell of copper always bothered him


But now, he's starting to actually enjoy the fights, and he hates himself for it.


"What would mother think?"


He hides his self hatred behind false confidence and vanity.


History: Born into slavery as the son of his mothers owner, Rico was treated better than the others, if only slightly. The way you treat a mouse better than a rat. At the age of 7, he, his mother, and one of the other slaves, Rodrigo, made their escape from the estate. They lived peacefully for another 3 years, with Rodrigo acting as his father. They were a happy family, Rodrigo making money as a flashy matador, who's agility and skill with his claw (What really separated him from others) stunned all who watched him, until the former owner had caught up to them. He killed Rodrigo for touching he favorite toy, and made young Rico watch as he... Did things to his mother. Rico could only watch, until he remembered Rodrigo's claw. He killed the owner, and ran away once again.His mother never really recovered, and has a permanent room at an Inn, where she just sits and stares at the wall, not speaking and seemingly not hearing. Rico needed a way to make money, and found the best paying job he could get as a branded former slave. Pit Fighter.


He lives at the inn with his mother, and always takes care of her.


Other: "I will show these waffles true beauty!"


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[Leaf Fi]

Nearly finished! I just need to finish one thing, edit a bit when I'm less sleepy, and everything should be good!



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Name: Vicar Viven


Race: Human, and rather pleased with the fact


Age: 26


Sex: Female


Appearance:

With gentle features and a calm, collected neutral expression, Vivien is usually described as looking as soft as cotton. She has wide sapphire blue eyes and are highlighted by thick lashes and flowing blonde locks that cascade in wavy curls over her shoulders and down to her waist. Obviously, this isn't perfect for fighting, but the woman would much rather use her words as a weapon than fight. Her build is rather petite and lithe, so combat up close isn't the best, but at least she can dodge a little easier.

Country of Origin: Palenia


Class: Lord


Inventory: Heal, Lightning and Ave Purgato


Personality: Due to her royal background and high expectations, Vivien is a well rounded and fairly quiet young woman. She rarely speaks out of turn, nor would she dare snap at anyone without reason. The reason being? Badmouthing the Goddess, of course! But, anyways, that's getting side tracked, so let's get off that random tangent and focus. This blonde haired beauty, as stated before, is as soft spoken as a flower's petal, although she's not shy in the slightest. Her kindess usually shines through with a simple smile, and her heart is one made of pure gold.


Surprisingly though, she's rather stubborn when it comes to her opinion on various matters. The woman trends to dig her heels into the ground and refuses to budge at all until a compromise is made or she gets her own way. As a result, her views on the world and everything within it are very hard to change. Not only this, but Vivien is also very proud. Especially over Palenia. The blonde would do anything to keep the people safe and well, even sacrifice her own life if needed to be.


History: WIP!


From a very young age, Viven was told she was special. Her vocabulary could rival that of a teenage, and her intelligence was out of this world for such a young child. All of this lead to her lessons on magic and the kingdom beibg taught early, and the brutality of history left it that Viven's innocence was quickly ripped away. Not only this, but as she was taught how to control a simple spell, the young girl slipped up with the direction, and the lightning struck towards the instructor. To this very day she can still get nightmares of his screech and the smell of charred skin suffocating her senses, a mangled voice blaming her as she's drowns in the guilt.


After the incident, Vivien refused to further her knowledge and grasp of magic for a good year, and her parents eventually gave into the distraught girl's demands. So, for the year, Vivien used the time to bond with her little brother, and bond they did. The two were practically inseparable to begin with, so can you imagine what having no lessons to disturb them for an entire year would do to their friendship?


Other: The waffles are coming... I'm scared... Someone, please hold me...


My songs I shall get once everything is done!

 

[Suzumaki Arakai]

S U Z U M A K I


A R A K A I


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"All I need is the power to be able to protect my comrades. So long as I can have the strength to do that, I don't care if I'm weaker than everyone in the world."




Race

Human




Age

22


Sex

Female




Country of Origin

Taros




Appearance/Physical Description


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Suzumaki is a young woman with long, scarlet hair and brown eyes. She lost her right eye as a child and now has an artificial one. She has a slender and voluptuous figure and stands to be around 5'2 feet tall, weighing a total of 125 pounds. She is normally wearing armor that consists of a metal breastplate, with a high armored collar and plated shoulder guards with each side being composed of four plates. On the breastplate's left side is the symbol of the Heart Kreuz fashion company: a cross with the edge pointing downwards, having the shape of a heart, and donning the brand's name over the cross's right edge. In addition, the armor's waist guard is composed of three plates, each held up by a simple belt.

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Class

Pegasus Knight


Killing Lance (Crit)

Inventory

Door Key


Vulnerary




Personality

Suzumaki is a very strict person, often criticizing the bad behavior and habits of the others, causing most of them to apologize, fearing that they might invoke her wrath. She is also very impatient, disliking people who don't answer her questions quickly enough. This, coupled with her own tragic childhood, caused many of her "friends" to avoid her due to her social awkwardness. However, she has a great sense of justice and pride in being a member of the military. Suzumaki is strong, cool and a little scary but relied on by everyone, even so she can be really girly and liked sweet things and cute clothes. Suzumaki describes herself as someone who was always crying, since she wasn't able to protect those dear to her. Also, she feels uncomfortable and insecure when she's not wearing armor. It was shown that Suzumaki can't hold her liquor. While drunk, she acts very aggressive towards others, as shown by her behavior towards her fellow soldiers. She also seems to have a problem recognizing people when drunk

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History

Suzumaki grew up in Taros, of course, with her mother and always worked hard to increase her knowledge on the history of the world, hoping to one day explore it. As she got older, the efforts put into her dream went to waste after being recruited and forced to join the military in which her father once took part in, but lost his life. Since then, Suzumaki has held great hatred, secretly, for the land in which she's basically held captive. That's how she thinks of it anyways.


(I'll probably fix this once I'm more informed on the history and lore)

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[Magicpastry]

Name: Ikur Seregon


Race: Human


Age: 22


Sex: Yes. Er, Male.


Country of Origin: Taros


Appearance/Physical Description: Ikur's physique is characteristic of a gymnast: light in proportion, but intensely muscled. His features, however, sway to the delicate side of the spectrum, with a petite, upturned nose, sharp cheekbones and a stark-white, well-practiced smirk. In stark contrast to the rest of his visage, beneath Ikur's eyes are hideous burn marks which will be explained in history. A meticulously groomed crop of curly, near-white blond hair sits atop his head. In numbers, Ikur stands at 5'8" and weighs in at roughly 145lbs. Armor pictured below. His Pegasus is dressed in a manner similar to himself, wearing a cloth tunic over a reasonable amount of chain over boiled leather. Its head is encased in a swept-wing-crested, elongated barbute fit for a horse.


PICTURES!


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That's appearance, pretty much. Do ignore the pointy ears, though. Also! Top pic is for appearance, bottom for coloring Background on second picture is eye color.


On to armor!


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I didn't make that. Or the other two pictures, frankly. Some buddies made those. Helmet's off, though.


Class: Pegasus Knight


Inventory: Blessed Lance, Iron Sword, Pure Water


Personality: Ikur is an awful human being. While on the (very thin) surface, he is refined and composed, more than a moment's glance would reveal that he is, in fact, xenophobic, elitist, and cruel. With the eloquence of a bard, Ikur lays insult to injury to those belonging to factions, races or ideals which Ikur believes are not worthy of respect. This distaste stretches to those outside of Taros, and even those within who cannot count themselves among the limited upper echelon of human society. However corrupted Ikur's world view is, though, he is bound by a sense of honor as is every Pegasus Knight. Slavery disgusts him, as well as those involved within the industry, leading to a profound dissatisfaction with the current Taros government.


History: Ikur was spoiled rotten as a child of the Tarosian elite. Spoiled as he was, though, he was not excluded from martial training, which started with basic swordplay at the ripe young age of eight, as is custom for young boys of aristocratic families. As a child of the Seregon family, though, this meant that he was to be trained as a Pegasus Knight, destined for life beyond the front lines of Tarosian's military as a Knight Errant. Training picked up, literally and figuratively, and by the time Ikur's first scruff came to his face, he was soaring through the air, spearing rings in his airborn combat practice. He was nothing of legends, but the young man was certainly able to hold his own. At eighteen, Ikur would begin sortieing under the Owl banner of the Seregon family, a banner of the Royal Family of Taros. Over the course of his service Ikur had sustained dozens of injuries ranging from scrapes and bruises to broken limbs and the like. The most lasting of them all, though, were the burns seared into his cheeks by the burning grip of a manakete. They would scar over, but would only serve to strengthen Ikur's staunch racism against nonhumans. At the present, Ikur would be a four year veteran of the wars, having performed every scouting mission, every sabotage operation, every slaughter by the books, but not without reservations seeping in. His most recent mission would have him scouting the coast of the continent, wary for incoming ships from the continent of Neth.


Other: The Waffles are coming...and I'm scared


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[AroundZaWarudo]

Name: Marcus Behelit


Race: Branded (He inherited unnatural strength and endurance from his Bear father)


Age: 20


Sex: Male


Country of Origin: Wynda


Appearance/Physical Description:

Class: Lord/Master Lord (Will pick up Anima)


Inventory: Kingslayer(Armor + Horse bonus, steel power), Killing Bow, Bomb (x3)


Personality: Marcus is a natural leader, being very friendly to anyone he believes to be a good person at heart. While friendly, he also doesn't pull any punches. He'll tell you exactly what's on him mind. He doesn't really have any ambition beyond survival and freedom, finding dreams to just cause disappointment. "Dreams? You can't eat dreams."


History: Marcus never met his birth parents, instead he was left in the care of a mercenary company known as the Thunder God Tribe. Even at a young age, Marcus was one of the physically strongest members of the company, swinging even full sized weapons with ease. The leader of the company had to have a special blade made for Marcus, one almost as tall as the man himself. However strong Marcus was, he and the Tribe couldn't stop the Tarosian invasion. The Thunder God Tribe was eradicated, and Marcus was left without a family. He swore to make sure no one else had to feel the pain of losing their loved ones to this god-forsaken war, Even the people of Taros. He often tries to take as many Tarosians prisoner as possible, talking to each individually and finding most of them to be actually decent people. He often releases them, unarmed, but unharmed, allowing them to start a new life. Some captured soldiers even join the resistance.


Other: "Waffles? You CAN eat waffles."


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[The Comic Sans]

Name: Elias "Eli" Gradium


Race: Human


Age: 18


Sex: Male


Country of Origin: Taros


Appearance/Physical Description:

Class: Mage


Inventory: Fire tome, Thunder tome, Vulnerary x2


Personality: Elias is quite simply an nerd, klutz yet all-around an optimistic guy, he is very eccentric and loves jokes and light-hearted pranks. He believes in fairness for everyone much to the disdain of his bigoted noble parents who just wanted him out of their hair. However, his kindness should not be mistaken for pacifism, as he is he is more than aware of when it is time to fight, and is more than ready to scorch a few faces off. Also despite his kind, unassuming nature he is actually very intelligent with a great tactical mind which led to his early success as a mage, he doesn't show it though to make himself appear as less of a threat.


History: Elias was born to a rather wealthy noble family full of mostly corrupt people, but he grew up to be an oddity for he was just genuinely nice and friendly in contrast, but often got into trouble for his clumsiness as he grew up. His parents didn't care much for him as he often messed things up costing them money, Eli's siblings didn't really like him much more and the fact that he ended up being the most naturally proficient in magic didn't help much either. His parents eventually jumped at the chance to send him off to one of Taros's most prestigious magic schools if it meant him leaving the house, and Elias was elated to be able to learn magic. When he arrived he very quickly became a magic ace and a model student, he might have even graduated early if it weren't for his clumsiness one day he was walking through the streets when he saw a slave owner about to whip one of his laguz slaves, he meant to yell out in protest, but he tripped on his words and instead of, "you there," it came out more like, "thunder,"... yeah, needless to say the laguz ran off and Ellias, scared he'd just committed murder, gathered his stuff and left Taros hoping no one saw him. But the slave keeper wasn't dead, mostly mad that he was hurt and that one of his slaves ran away, hired an assassin to take care of Eli. Eventually the assassin caught up to Eli but Eli was able to pay him off with the money he got from his parents, he felt he needed a bodyguard anyways. While he was in self exile he felt finally got a chance to see the world, he started to notice Taros's presence in other countries, he noticed the cruelty of his homeland and set himself to joining the Resistance of Wynda. However, he didn't know where to find them or whether or not they would accept him but he was gonna try anyways, leading him to wandering, guided by hints around Satrella


Other: The waffles are coming and I'm scared, thank goodness for Bad Acapella.


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