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Fantasy Impossible Victory (Characters)

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Welcome to the Character's page!!

I'll start things off with a couple profiles for the characters I've decided to portray!


Lorraine Xe' Almna and The Red-Eyed Demon


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The Maiden Of Revolution


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Thyleonan "Theo" Fahlrest

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    Age: 26
    Height: 5' 10" (178 cm)
    Weight: 175 lbs (80 kg)
    Voice:

    Rank:
    Maiden's Thief

    Quirks:

    * Sits and twirls his thumbs while in thought
    * Overly-cautious
    * Untrusting
    * Overly-analytical

    Strengths:

    * Lock picking
    * Breaking and entering
    * Negotiation
    * Pragmatic

    Weaknesses:

    * Quick to flee
    * Quick to argue
    * Quick to point fingers
    * Quick to judge

 
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Name: Gabrien Montanet
Age: 23
Height: 6’1
Weight: 170lbs

Appearance:

Personality: Gabrien isn’t exactly what one would expect from the closest confidant of the Maiden. He’s a notorious flirt, and enjoys the material pleasures in life. His sense of humor is irreverent, sometimes crude, and he’s known to make jokes even in the worst situation. But he’s not unworthy of his position. He’s skilled with a sword, always pushing himself to improve when training, and his tactical intelligence works best in the heat of the moment, adapting to new plans on the fly - a fine complement for the Maiden's more long-term tactics. He cares intensely about the Revolutionary cause, and refuses to give up on any mission to help it unless things truly seem hopeless. Gabrien is a very social person, in downtime he’ll usually be found out and about, or getting to know the others on the team, and he makes new friends with ease. Despite this, he doesn't tend to be open with his own worries and negative feelings, preferring to change the topic when people ask. His optimism can be a curse and a blessing - he can often end up rushing into a situation, hoping that it’ll work out one way or another, but he can also be a moral support for the team, keeping the others in good spirits when they need it most.

Bio: Gabrien came from a working-class family in Valoc. Before Egruus’s takeover, his older half-brother Nico was a Lieutenant in the Veilbrand military. Nico came home regularly from his duties, telling stories of the brigands he’d bravely fought off and famous people he’d met. Gabrien idolized his brother and spent every possible moment with him. He pestered Nico to teach him swordplay, and trained even when his brother was away, pretending the wooden practice blade was Nico’s intricately crafted rapier. When he was 8, he met the Maiden out on the street while running an errand, and got talking to her, intrigued about seeing a new face. The two bonded quickly. He offered that his family could take her in, when he heard her situation, but she refused. still cared about her, snuck her food and trinkets when he could. When Egruus took over, the change that Gabrien noticed the most was that he saw his brother less and less, from just occasional letters. Nico turned a blind eye to what the army was doing at first, simply following mundane orders from the higher-ups the thought knew best. As things progressed, though, he became more and more uncomfortable with what he was a part of. He made up his mind to stand up to his compatriots, certain they’d listen to him.
That was the last letter they received from him.
Officially, Nico’s death was ruled as an accident. That was the note said, when his family were finally able to recover his belongings. But nobody really believed that, not even 13-year-old Gabrien who was just beginning to understand the weight of the situation. It was a punishment. A message, to anyone else who thought of opposing the will of Egruus. He treasured the last relics of his brother, rereading the letters over and over and taking painstaking care of the sword that Nico had once wielded. His anger burned hot deep inside him, but every outlet seemed to be blocked by hopelessness. What was the point in trying to fight it on his own, when someone so much more capable than him had failed? It was a while before anything could get through to him, but when something did, it was the Maiden’s talk of the Revolution, and an offer to work alongside her. His mind was made up instantly.

Voice Sample: Chris Patton
Strengths: Optimistic, persistent, social, intelligent, reliable.
Weaknesses: Irreverent, proud, emotionally distant, competitive, independent.
Unique Quirks/Nervous Ticks: Very casual with physical touch, paces when working out a plan, pulls threads from his clothes when nervous.
 
Name: Ciosa/Ci ( I imagine only the Maiden uses Ciosa now--perhaps because that’s how she introduced herself--and it makes Ci feel special. (It is pronounced Psy.))
Age: 20
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 138 lbs (lanky)
Appearance: Skinny, like too many who grew up on the streets are, Ciosa is a natural redhead, that shines when her hair catches the light. It's frequently dirty, like the rest of her, but she rarely cares. She often is found in trousers, which are more practical for her work, and she secretly likes the thought of her rebellion.

Personality: Most who meet her, think she’s a frightened mouse, so they ignore her. Around others, she’s only comfortable with her work. If someone distracts her with that, she’ll forget about her anxiety and regale them for hours about parts needed, current projects, and future ideas. The only other time she’s particularly forceful is when defending the Maiden.

She prefers to stay in her workshop, completing orders or fixing weapons without interacting with their owners. Only the thief, the maiden, and her right hand were allowed to enter. The few children around the base need permission first, for safety.

Bio: Ciosa was young then, when it happened. At the time, they celebrated. They said it was a wonderful thing; that would make everything great. And she believed them. Because she was a child. Because her parents had never been wrong before. So though her father smelled strange and had strange stains on his uniform she laughed as he spun her around, then up into his arms. He was happy. Her ma was happy. Why wouldn’t she have been?

At first, even for a while, there was little change for Ciosa. Her father was rarely home, but when he was, he was full of news about the Emperor. Schools had closed at first, but she returned to the same teachers and the same friends. The only change was the books. The lessons. She was told these too were better. But sometimes, the things they said were the opposite of the old books. Questions only earned her sharp looks and a slap. Even her father found out, returning home to punish her. So she ignored it, knowing that was what everyone wanted. But sometimes the friends changed. Some were just gone without warning. Others returned to school with red eyes and no voice.

Her father remained pleased. Their house was always lively when he came home, which was rarely. He’d bring gifts and food. Mama never went shopping anymore. He’d demand hugs and kisses from Ciosa, and she grew to hate it. He would smell funny, of smoke and something sour. But Mama and her father were happy, so Ciosa felt she had to be too.

Pretending was hard. For her at least. No one else around her seemed to have to pretend. But maybe they were better at it than her. It took her years to realize Mama was too. If she hadn’t cleaned up the papers, she would never have. They were reports from her father. Some of them spoke of a new revolution being crushed. Of people dying. Another spoke of giving warnings to people in distant cities. By burning homes.

Ciosa gathered the papers, taking them to her mother. Trusting her to fix this. But just by looking at her face, she could tell, she already knew. She didn’t care. “Why?” was answered with a “We’re safe. Your father’s position keeps us safe. If we behave, we’ll remain that way.”

Ci could see that. But she refused to continue living it. She knew of the Maiden. Though the school spoke of how she’d killed thousands of people, that she was dead, her father would complain about her. So, with the confidence of a 13-year-old who’d never really encountered hardship, she went out to find her. Or the rebellion. The task proved to much, for what use did the rebellion have for children? But the glowing light of the Maiden kept her going. If she could not find her, Ci could help where she could. It was overwhelming at first. Everyone needed help. She needed help. Even those who had parents to return to (and did) needed help.

Finding a safe place to hide, for she feared her father’s reaction if she was caught, was her first goal. She found she was good at finding relatively safe spaces. She added support beams where necessary, then fashioned camouflage out of scraps. She knew the soldiers would likely see things the way she had a first--a pile of trash--and go no further without evidence. This further developed into traps for the children to trigger before escaping through the back. Any child learned Ci could keep you safe, no strings attached.

It was around this time, about a year into her own rebellion, that she’d heard about a Thief--through stories from the children of a man who could turn into thin air to slip into any house. It certainly didn’t make her believe in him, until one day she caught a shadow leaving a house while she dug quietly in the trash nearby. She’d frozen, not trusting any movement she saw, but it had already disappeared. Not sure what to think, she let the stories the children told relax her. She’d known the family there. She could never tell if they were pretending like Mama or true believers like her father, but she doubted they were the type who tried to help the orphans on the street. If he could break into those, more power to him.

For a while, that was all she’d seen and heard of the thief. Then she started seeing him more often. Or who she assumed was him. She’d always make sure to wave and smile, letting him know he was welcome. Though he was older, he looked like he belonged on the streets more than she did. That was enough. Ci was a firm believer that they had to help each other. But she wouldn’t lose focus on what was important. Still, she left out hooks that could more easily scale walls--she’d tried them herself, wow was that fun--where she was sure the thief could find them and made sure to smile and nod when he found them. From there, a friendship grew, with her carefully weaving herself close without startling him.

The traps turned smaller so that one could carry them with them, using them to escape if caught. But as she and her ‘children’ aged, they turned offensive. Hidden scraps fashioned into knives, small fires that’d spread on the uniforms, that water wouldn’t put out. These were what likely attracted the rebellion’s attention, recruiting her about 4 years ago easily, with access to a workshop of her own.

She is grateful for the chance to help and will defend the Maiden at any point of doubt from the others. She is amazing and working so hard for them. The least they could do is everything to support her. She didn’t understand the Thief’s concerns, but really he distrusted everyone, as special as the Maiden is--it made sense.

Strengths:

  • Optimism and faith, some might say blind faith, in the Maiden
  • Can fix just about anything
Weaknesses:
  • Easily manipulated. Mostly because she was raised to believe what she’s told. The theif is trying to fix it
  • Public speaking/talking to strangers

Unique Quirks/Nervous Ticks: Her hands are often sweaty, so she’s frequently wiping them on her thighs. When speaking, she’ll often pause for long stretches, biting her lips, since the Maiden implied that ‘um’s were unprofessional.
 
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