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[SirBlazeALot]

• Grieves
• Roth
• Jan
• Kristen
• Nia

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  ⚒ Tyson Grieves ⚒
  Disguised Artisan
  

  

  
  ⚒ Race ⚒
  Human
  
  ⚒ Appearance ⚒
  Damn look at this beefcake right here. Holy Jesus. Grieves is pretty much ripped as shit. He's 6'4", so he's quite a bit shorter than his fellow bodyguard Al. He has dark dreadlocks, dull orange eyes, and a neatly kept, thin goatee. The above image is more akin to what he'll look like when he becomes a Blacksmith because manly men work around searing hot metal without shirts. Duh. Everyone knows that. When in his Butler uniform, his brutish looks prevent him from looking as classy and dignified as he really is. An image of his Butler uniform can be seen here. When in uniform, he wears a solid white headband in place of the pattern one in his face picture.
  
  ⚒ Age ⚒
  29
  Born November 30th
  
  ⚒ Sex ⚒
  Male
  
  ⚒ Country of Origin ⚒
  Herranow
  
  ⚒ Faction ⚒
  Assembly of Neth: Grieves serves a multitude of roles in the Assembly. He is, first and foremost, Diana's Butler. Anything Diana needs, Grieves is on it. Whether it's food or protection. That's what he gets paid to do, and so that's what he places before all other responsibilities. Aside from that he's sort of like the stay at home Dad of the team. With Rose around there's less responsibility for him to cook, but he can make pretty much anything edible if necessary. If someone is sick, he becomes Dr. Grieves and treats them immediately. And of course, being the huge man he is, he does a lot of the heavy lifting when it comes to loading up the carriage before departure. Whenever Diana doesn't have him occupied, Grieves attempts to provide the same treatment for Zakai, Lamont, and Vyn.
  
  ⚒ Personality ⚒
  Grieves is a self-described renaissance man. He doesn't allow his appearance or job description to define him as a brutish body merely meant to serve whoever has the gold to afford him. No, there's a lot more to him than that. Grieves enjoys fine arts, and is secretly a well-known anonymous painter. He thinks of everything as a work of art. Food, his body, bashing in someone's skull, healing a friend, making tea, to him, it's all art and he takes pride in the work he does. Despite his bandit-like looks, Grieves is well spoken and eloquent. He prefers his last name over his first because he thinks it sounds more professional to be referred to by his surname.
  
  Grieves is unbearably stable. No one's ever heard him raise his voice, not even in battle. He is obedient and rarely offers a contrary opinion or refuses an order unless he really, really thinks shit’s gonna get real if he doesn't. Grieves thinks of himself as a problem solver, and believes that the solution to any issue is apparent if you just allow yourself to see it and then find a way to actually solve it. He's more sensitive than he looks and behaves though. It's easy to hurt his feelings, especially when it comes to his work. He takes critique very hard, and will remember every slightly negative thing anyone’s ever had to say about his service. This pushes him to do better not just in work but in all aspects of his life.
  
  ⚒ Backstory ⚒
  Grieves was born to bandits. His mother was a kidnapped Herranese noble who, during her time being held for ransom, fell in love with her captor. When the two of them married and had their son, Grieves' father had the inclination to abandon his life of crime and get an honest job. But escaping his mother's political ties and his father's ties to his gang proved difficult in Herranow. So when Grieves was an infant, his parents moved to Fuccino.
  
  Living under different names, Grieves' father worked in construction. It was the best job a man with his physique and lack of education could manage. His mother worked as a maid for various politicians. When Grieves grew into a child, he would assist his mother at work and help her clean. When he hit puberty and became a teen, he'd also join his father at construction sites. He inherited his father's epic body and got buff as fuck at a young age. His father taught him to be hard working, and his mother taught him how to be classy as fuck. Grieves took an early interest in reading and developed his eloquent manner of speech from his mama. She even taught him how to play violin.
  
  As a young adult, Grieves began to feel unfulfilled in both construction and servitude. But that's what brought the money in, so he kept working. He realized while watching a street performer what was missing in his life. He needed to express himself artistically. Sure, he was a decent violinist, but it wasn't enough. Grieves experimented with various art forms, including ballet, until he finally decided to try painting. He'd always enjoyed drawing, but painting was quite different. Grieves fell in love with the feel of a brush running across a clean white canvas.
  
  But even then, that wasn't enough for him. Grieves now needed a way to release all of his pent up anger physically. Working for some politicians can really wear on you after a while and really make you want to punch someone. So he joined an underground boxing club. It was rough at first, but ultimately he got the hang of it and started winning most of his matches. One of the politicians he and his mother worked for at the time began to bet big bucks on his fights. Pleased with his work, the politician recommended to the President that Grieves serve as Diana's right hand man in addition to her top notch bodyguard Al. Grieves aced the interview and got the job. In preparation for the journey to the new world, he's been training with healing staves to expand his utility. After all, this is the biggest job he's ever had, and he wants to be prepared for anything.
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  Class

  
  
  

  ⚒ Butler ⟶ Blacksmith ⚒
  Gauntlets: D Staves: E
  As a Butler, Grieves offers very little in offensive capabilities. However, this can be altered with Attack Rations. Where he truly shines is as a mage tank and mage slayer. If a healer is needed in an area populated heavily by magic users, then Grieves is the guy to send. He can simultaneously play a supporting role and a tank's role to fend off incoming magical attacks. This makes him more of a niche character, and one that should definitely spend time near those that's he's closest to. ​

  
  

  Stats

  
  
  Health: 50/50
  ACC(^): 110 CRIT: 10 EVA: 40 LUCK: 5 ASS: 15 BLOK: 15
  Att: 2 Def: 2 Mag: 3 Res(^): 4 Mov: 6
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  
  

  • Sting Like A Bee*: Passive offensive skill. When wielding Gauntlets, Grieves has a 15% chance of ignoring an opponent's defense.
  • Top Chef: A Crafting skill that creates Rations, which can be given to other characters to raise their Stats for one battle. Must be made and used outside of combat.
  • Live To Serve: When a Maid/Butler heals another unit, they regenerate an equal amount of health if they’re damaged.

  
  

  Inventory

  
  
  1. Heavy Fists - D (Armor)
  2. Restore - D
  3. Beans
  4. Heal - E (Ranged)
  

  Heals 20 Health (+Magic Rank times 5)​

  5.
  
  

  Relationships

  
  
  Diana: B
  Rose: C
  
  

  Skill Bank

  
  
  Second Chance: Basic Skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. Can only be used once until it’s refilled.
  
  Capture: Basic Skill. Allows the unit to capture opponents in place of killing them. Requires Ropes or Chains.
  
  

  
  
  
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  × Roth Orcsbane ×
  Insecure Exterminator
  
  

  

  
  × Race ×
  Elf
  (Half Wolf Laguz/Half Air Dragon)
  
  × Appearance ×
  Roth's appearance can be described in one word: orcish. The extra long tooth. The green skin. People with half a brain can usually tell that he isn't an orc due to obvious features indicating otherwise, such as his hair, good hygiene, clothing, and of course, his ability to speak coherently albeit gruffly and in gravelly tones. But that doesn't stop the occasional (usually drunken) dumb ass from pointing at him and screaming. He's 5'10” and fairly toned from all of the...thrusting he does. With his spear. Giggle giggle, but nah seriously he's in shape from killin' shit. His eyes are greenish-yellow in color. He dresses as you see him above, but he won't have the sword until he changes class to Vanguard. The red war paint is only a battle thing. It makes him feel strong. He can be seen applying it before every big battle.
  
  × Age ×
  38
  Born February 27th
  
  × Sex ×
  Male
  
  × Country of Origin ×
  Wynda
  
  × Faction ×
  Wyndan Resistance: Roth specializes in tracking orc villages, destroying them, and killing everything that moves inside of them. He was formerly impartial to the current conflict in Wynda. However, his world view is beginning to expand thanks to the Assembly and the Resistance. Realizing that monsters come in many forms, he's decided to join the Resistance and cease the Alliance's killing spree. Roth has learned an uncomfortable truth from his years spent in the woods. Hunting orcs isn’t too dissimilar from hunting humans. Orcs just smell worse. Roth puts his excellent tracking skills to use to help the crew find shit.
  
  × Personality ×
  Roth has a rather rugged appearance, and so many people assume that he's brutish, or preemptively treat him like he is. He feeds off of it and comes off as rather vulgar, standoffish, and confrontational. Underneath the facade is a very sensitive guy. He's highly insecure about his appearance and heritage. Sticks and stones can break his bones and words will break his heart. Roth is a pessimist to his core, and when he meets people he automatically assumes they hate him. He looks at kindness with a weary eye, and often thinks that nice people are just trying to use him or manipulate him.
  
  His shining trait is his sense of loyalty. Once Roth can call you a friend, you've got yourself a friend for life. However, on the other side of the coin, Roth can be a little bit too loyal. Possessive, even. He's quick to become jealous when a friend, or even worse a romantic interest, pays even the slightest bit of positive attention to anyone else, and he'll always blame himself for it. Speaking of romantic interests, Roth tends to be very shy around people he's crushin' on. However, sometimes he will gather the courage to make a sweet little gesture of love, such as giving someone flowers or candy. He'll probably run away like a little bitch afterwards but I guess it's the thought that counts?
  
  This probably goes without saying, but Roth fuckin' HATES orcs. There's nothing worse to him. Before he met up with the Resistance, he didn’t think there was any greater purpose than annihilating them from the face of the earth. He's begun to compare the Tarosians to the Orcs. They aren't as ugly, nor do they have the same personal beef that Roth has with the green beasts, but they represent the same concept: destroy everything in sight. To a lesser degree of course. Roth’s biggest reason for supporting them is his knightly oath.
  
  × Backstory ×
  Roth's father was an alcoholic piece of shit. After impregnating Roth's dragon mother, he stuck around long enough for Roth to be born. His first words when he saw his newborn son? "What the fuck is that?" The Wolf man has always been ashamed of Roth's appearance, finding his green skin to look sickly...and orcish. Furthermore, he wasn't exactly in love with Roth's mom and often criticized her for bearing such an ugly child. Roth's dad's favorite phrase was "He's ugly for an elf, but good looking for an orc," and would often refer to him as an orc.
  
  To make matters worse, Roth's mother was killed by orcs when he was nine. It was at that point his dad decided to stop “taking care of him” and "put him up for adoption." Meaning he pretty much just left in the night. Once the guards figured out he had ditched, they took Roth to an orphanage. For a time, Roth blamed himself for his mother's death and grew to despise the green creatures that killed her, and of course his father as well. But he despised no one more than himself. He began to act out and pick fights with the other orphans, and he was deemed too unruly to care for. So the orphange shipped him off to Ward's Military School for Troubled Youth in Eska when he turned 13. And that's where life started to pick up for him. The knights there taught him honor, discipline, and loyalty. He channeled all of his pent up rage against orcs, his dad, and himself into fighting. And for once, he felt like he belonged somewhere. He graduated at 18, with a special focus in scouting and guerilla warfare. Roth was knighted shortly after graduation and changed his last name to Orcsbane as a special "fuck you" to his father and the beasts that killed his mother.
  
  Roth's hatred of the beasts was well known among the higher ups, and so he was positioned in The Silver Valley, a region of Wynda notoriously known for its high population of orcs and rich silver mines located in Nelerin.
  
  Up until the war started three years ago, everything was going pretty great for Roth. Even when the war started, the Duke in control of Nelerin was quick to surrender to Taros, and Roth never even engaged them in combat. The war raged on however, and Roth's orders went from "kill orcs" to "kill rebels". Roth deserted after a few missions, finding orcs to be a far bigger problem than silly little rebels. Deserting the military isn't exactly something they're just fucking cool with, so Roth has spent the last four years avoiding cities and towns and living in the wilds hunting orcs. He would receive help from wanderers every so often, but never created any permanent band of orc hunters. As much as he'd like to, he feels he lacks the people skills.
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  Class

  
  
  

  × Lancer ⟶ Vanguard ×
  Lances: D
  Unlike other Lancers Roth isn't a complete glass cannon. His defense is higher than most lancers and his resistance is higher due to his elven heritage. However, he suffers from being weaker in the attack area than any other Lancer would be. However, his attack isn't pitiful, so Roth's stats allow him to become a very versatile unit whose only true exploitable weaknesses are his inherent disadvantages to axes and his low health. Where he truly shines is in the critical department. Roth is particularly good with them, and his class provides a natural bonus as well. Should the party ever be facing orcs, Roth should undoubtedly be involved. ​

  
  

  Stats

  
  
  Health: 45/45
  ACC: 100 CRIT(^): 35 EVA: 45 LUCK: 5 ASS: 10 BLOK: 0
  Att(v): 3 Def(^): 3 Mag: 1 Res(^): 3 Mov: 5
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  
  

  • Genocide*: When fighting orcs, Roth receives +10% CRIT.
  • Pierce: An offensive die skill that has a 20% chance of ignoring the Defense of an opponent. If triggered, re-calculate damage output by setting the opponent’s Defense value to 1 for one hit.

  
  

  Inventory

  
  
  1. Javelin - D (Ranged)
  2. Vulnerary (1)
  3. Torch (4)
  4. Heavy Lance - D (Armor)
  5.
  
  

  Relationships

  
  
  Lirim: C
  
  

  Skill Bank

  
  
  

  • Second Chance: Basic Skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. Can only be used once until it’s refilled.
  • Capture: Basic Skill. Allows the unit to capture opponents in place of killing them. Requires Ropes or Chains.

  
  

  
  
  
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  ⌇ Jan Loftus ⌇
  Fiery Fighter​
  
  
  
  ⌇ Race ⌇
  Branded
  (Half Human, Half Bear Laguz)
  
  ⌇ Appearance ⌇
  Jan is a plucky looking young woman with intense eyes and what some would describe as chronic bitch face. She's 5'5”, so only about average height (though she acts like she's 8 feet tall). Her brown "armor" leaves little to the imagination. Though she claims it allows for "more movement" (classic excuse) it's really so that she can show off her Brands. Her Brands naturally manifested in several locations on her body, most prominently under her eyes, on her shoulders, on her chest, and on her thighs. Saying that she's proud of her brands would be a massive understatement. She has long flaming red hair, reminiscent of her hot-headed attitude.
  
  
  ⌇ Age ⌇
  21
  Born August 14th
  
  ⌇ Sex ⌇
  Female
  
  ⌇ Country of Origin ⌇
  Wynda
  
  ⌇ Faction ⌇
  Wyndan Resistance: Jan is the self proclaimed strongest member of the resistance. In a way, she isn’t wrong. She does have a whole lot of raw power. Her Branded heritage and axe usage makes her quite the heavy hitter. She's terribly unskilled at more covert missions due to her temper, so she's usually sent on missions that require pure ass kickery so that she can just come through and wreck shop.
  
  ⌇ Personality ⌇
  Jan's personality is a lot like her hair: fiery and wild. She's quick to resort to violence. In fact threatening to punch someone in their fucking face is her initial reaction to just about anything negative. Weather's bad? Punch someone in the face. Best friend died? Punch someone in the face. Got both your hands chopped off? Punch someone in the face with the stubs. She isn't very bright, and is thus easily fooled or manipulated. She’s incapable of seeing the bigger picture behind any complex concept. However, what she lacks in smarts she makes up for in passion.
  
  Racial equality is a big thing for her. She can't stand racists of any kind or any degree. She's remarkably prideful of her Branded heritage, especially her Bear side. It's quite clear that she's more comfortable on the battlefield than a war room, and so she stays out of strategic discussions and simply waits for her orders, which typically amount to “Jan, smash.” She loves to show off when fighting. Jan's about as stubborn as they come so don’t expect her to ask for help, even when she needs it. The easiest way to trigger her rage is to ask her if she's cold, as she takes great offense to people questioning her attire. Jan despises all things girly and actively goes out of her way to make this known to the whole wide world.
  
  

  

  ⌇ Backstory ⌇
  Being Branded in Wynda wasn't too bad. Sure, you'd meet the occasional Human or Laguz asshole who wasn't a fan of mutts. Every now and then she'd meet an elitist from either race who wouldn't fuck with anyone outside of their race in any capacity, but those guys are rare in Wynda and they're usually foreign. Overall, persecution wasn't too big of a deal, because Humans and Laguz had settled their differences in Wynda long ago. As a child, her marks were impossible to hide, so she grew up very secure in her mixed race heritage. Her Bear father dipped out on his family when she was about seven, and she hasn't seen him since. She still doesn't know why and hates the fuck out of him to this day.
  
  Her father had done most of the heavy lifting around the house, so as an only child Jan took on the role of "man of the house" when she hit her early teens. This would mean protecting it from various dangers, thus how she "learned" to "wield" an axe. She's self taught and it shows in her movements, but her wild style somehow works for her, and is quite entertaining to watch! Being the excitable person she is, Jan got into squabbles and fights quite a bit before the war. She became the town pariah due to her behavior and most people started to avoid her and by proxy her far more passive mother.
  
  When the war struck, Jan was among the first to join the Resistance. She was compelled to once she'd heard news of Laguz being captured and sold as slaves. Sitting by idly and letting the same thing happen in Wynda was obviously not an option. She'd long detested the snooty and racially superior attitude of Tarosians and now was the perfect opportunity to bust their skulls in.
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  Class

  
  
  

  ⌇ Fighter ⟶ Gladiator ⌇
  Axe: D
  As both a Fighter and a Branded, Jan's greatest strength is her massive attack power. Her strength is only bolstered by a natural affinity for critical hits. She is sort of like a mini Berserker, because her Health is pretty damn high too. However, she is severely lacking in both defensive fields. Though her high health may make up for it, if Jan's not careful, she can get swarmed and fucked up quite easily. As a Fighter, she has a natural ASS bonus, so to combat her weakness to mobs, have a close friend or a character with naturally high BLOK pair up with her and watch them go to town. ​

  
  

  Stats

  
  
  Health(^): 90/90
  ACC: 100 CRIT(^): 20 EVA: 45 LUCK: 15 ASS: 10 BLOK: 0
  Att(^): 5 Def: 2 Mag: 1 Res(v): 2 Mov: 5
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  
  

  • You're Next!*: Whenever Jan kills an opponent, she will deal out 5 nonlethal damage to all adjacent enemies.
  • Shove: An active skill that pushes an enemy backward one cell when attacked by the Fighter. ARMOR units and mounted units are immune to this attack.

  
  

  Inventory

  
  
  1. Iron Axe - D
  2. Bomb(3)
  3. Vulnerary(3)
  4.
  5.
  
  

  Relationships

  
  
  Name: Rank
  
  

  Skill Bank

  
  
  

  • Second Chance: Basic Skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. Can only be used once until it’s refilled.
  • Capture: Basic Skill. Allows the unit to capture opponents in place of killing them. Requires Ropes or Chains.

  
  

  
  
  
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  ☠ Kristen Falskaar ☠
  Amateur Necromancer
  
  

  

  
  ☠ Race ☠
  Human
  
  ☠ Appearance ☠
  Kristen is 5'7" inches of pure edge. Short dark blue hair covers one of red eyes. Her pale face is typically obscured by the shadow of her hood she refuses to remove. Both of her ears are pierced by silver hoop earrings. She is draped in dark robes that are a little bit too big for her, causing her to trip over herself sometimes when she moves in a rush. Though she thinks she has the dark presence of a master necromancer, she really just has the aura of a moody teenager. She can often be seen pouting like one and folding her arms in a huffy manner.
  
  
  
  ☠ Age ☠
  19
  Born November 7th
  
  ☠ Sex ☠
  Female
  
  ☠ Country of Origin ☠
  Wynda
  
  ☠ Faction ☠
  Wyndan Resistance: Though Kristen isn't an official member of the Wyndan Resistance she considers herself to be a rebel against the Alliance. Her reasoning for not enlisting officially so far has been her controversial opinions on necromancy. She believes the official Resistance would never let her summon an army of the undead to ravage Taros. And she is correct.
  
  ☠ Personality ☠
  So far Kristen has come off as moody, snotty, and sarcastic. And she very much is all of those things around people who "just don't get it." And in Kristen's mind, most people just don't get it. Kristen is extremely intelligent, and much of what she knows has stemmed from a deep sense of curiosity. She questions everything, especially tradition, and she often finds conservative values and norms to be bullshit. Her bright and active mind loves to push everything over the edge and into a dark abyss that she believes most people wouldn't dare to tread. It is in this abyss that she learns all that knows about the inner darkness of man. She refuses to believe that people are innately good. In fact, she thinks it is the opposite and that most people are more inclined to evil and that they simply don't acknowledge it because they have their "values" to help them sleep at night.
  
  Despite her great intelligence, Kristen is prone to assuming things and jumping the gun. Her cocky and rebellious attitude often leads to trouble even when her intentions are pure. She is quite prone to making mistakes, and all her attempts to repair them only build upon them. This aspect of her nature even displays physically, she is often tripping over herself, spilling things, or breaking things. Her clumsiness really puts a damper on the dark exterior she wants to give off. Regardless of her status as a full fledged edge lord Kristen is a good person at art who simply needs a little guidance, patience, and someone who can understand or at least listen to her.
  
  

  

  ☠ Backstory ☠
  Kristen was born and raised in Corwald of Imperos. Her childhood was a happy one spent with her parents. She had many friends growing up in her neighborhood, as Corwald is more populated than your average Wyndan city. But Kristen didn't simply live the city life. Her grandparents lived in Wynvale, a small woodland village just south of Corwald. She would visit them and often spend her summers in Wynvale. Kristen's grandparents were once brave and powerful adventurers, and they kept many of their treasures from their adventures in their home, including the books taken from dark mages from all over Satrella.
  
  As a youth, Kristen was enthralled particularly by her grandparents' stories about the mages they've fought alongside and fought against. She took an early interest in magic, which isn't quite as popular in Wynda. It was then that she began to become an outcast, but she was still quite accepted among her friends and families. Then the war started. Imperos was decimated in the attack. Kristen's parents were killed in Corwald, and many of her friends were as well. She didn't witness any of this however, she was knocked out with a Sleep staff during the invasion and simply woke up to find her home looted and her parents dead.
  
  After the attack, Kristen went to live with her grandparents in Wynvale. When she arrived she discovered that only her grandfather, Ulysses Falskaar was alive. He took her in, but their family dynamic was estranged at best. After the death of his wife Ulysses was far less warm and had little patience for raising a grieving teenage girl who grew more and more rebellious with every day. The distance between them widened after Kristen learned that during the attack, Ulysses had bowed to the Tarosian soldiers and sworn allegiance to the Emperor. Her grandmother refused to, and that's what got her killed. After learning of this, Kristen refused to see her grandfather as a true Wyndan.
  
  Still, she used his resources to learn more about magic, much to his chagrin and the chagrin of the people of Wynvale or as it was now called, The Whispering Woods, as well. She became quite troublesome, accidentally setting things on fire or purposefully cursing annoying dogs. People started to find her creepy and irritating, and she became a full fledged outcast. Kristen separated herself from others to focus on her craft, and it was during this time she learned of necromancy.
  
  Her first summoning as a necromancer would lead her to where she is today. After attempting to summon demons to defeat and kill orcs that had kidnapped a little girl from the village, Kristen found herself unable to control the beasts. They spread through the woods killing everything in sight. Thankfully, the Assembly and the Resistance arrived to put an end to her accidental reign of terror. After being hit with Rosa's Love staff, Kristen was taken prisoner, and currently travels with the Assembly in her binds.
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  Class

  
  
  

  ☠ Shaman ⟶ Summoner ☠
  Dark: D
  Kristen is a pretty decent Shaman. She lacks any serious defensive problems. Thanks to her harsh Wyndan upbringing she's sturdier than most mages in the Defense department. Not to mention, her skill with magic makes her more accurate than your average Shaman. If you put her up against units she can kill easily, then she can control them for one turn, which is also pretty dank. Her biggest weakness will be how slow she is. Attacking twice is out of the question for most enemies and she will be struck more often than she isn't. Pair her up with someone to take the front while she watches their back and kills off enemies who've already been wounded.​

  
  

  Stats

  
  
  Health: 60/60
  ACC(^): 110 CRIT: 25 EVA: 30 LUCK: 30 ASS: 0 BLOK: 0
  Att: 1 Def(^): 3 Mag: 3 Res: 4 Mov: 5
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  

  • Amateur*: Passive Skill. When Kristen defeats an opponent, she can control their corpse for one turn afterward.
  • Ancient Power: A passive skill. The Shaman’s Magic raises by one level upward when they’re at or below 50% of their health.

  Inventory

  
  
  1.
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  4.
  5.
  
  

  Relationships

  
  
  Lamont: C
  
  

  Skill Bank

  
  

  • Second Chance: Basic Skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. Can only be used once until it’s refilled.
  • Capture: Basic Skill. Allows the unit to capture opponents in place of killing them. Requires Ropes or Chains.

  
  
  
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  ☘ Nia ☘
  Fortunate Feline
  
  

  

  
  ☘ Race ☘
  Cat Laguz
  
  ☘ Appearance ☘
  Nia's a slim little shortie pants. She just barely scrapes 5 feet if you don't count her tall orange ears and a rather prominent cowlick. Her eyes are the color of a fiery blaze and despite the fact that her huge fluffy cat ears are orange, her hair is an unapologetic shade of green that falls down to her shoulders. The rest of her hair length is braided into a long tail that reaches her shins. Nia wears the very furry outfit you see above you. Her long orange tail often swishes behind her. She has an uncanny command over her tail and will often use it to pester people while claiming she has no control over it. The cat is rarely ever seen without a smiling face in her human form. Her voice is shrill, high, annoying, and very difficult to withstand for long periods of time.
  
  Her beast form, as you can see down in her backstory is that of a large orange cat, that is about her size, possibly bigger if she were to ever stand on her hind legs as a cat. The tip of her tail is still white in her primal form. Despite being quite chatty, Nia is dead silent in her Primal Form.
  
  ☘ Age ☘
  18
  Born May 19th
  
  
  ☘ Sex ☘
  Female
  
  ☘ Country of Origin ☘
  Wynda
  
  ☘ Faction ☘
  Me, Myself, and I: Nia really doesn't give a shit about anyone but herself. Even if it seems like she most certainly isn't. That's not to say she can't commit to a cause. Joining a street gang or two is all gravy with her, but as soon as ships start sinking, Nia starts swimming. And Nia despite being a cat, Nia has no problem with jumping overboard and swimming to shore.
  
  ☘ Personality ☘
  Nia is the definition of a parasite in the form of a stray cat. All she really needs are the bare necessities and she'll mooch off of anyone she needs to to get them. Instead of searching for gold to pad her pockets, Nia searches for little more than food and shelter. She isn't a fussy eater but dislikes eating food better suited for her primal form. She prefers regular, cooked food and doesn't have enough of an ego to prevent her from eating the scraps of others. As such, you'll often find her dumpster diving. In fact, Nia has become quite handy in regards to making use of other people's garbage, and is known to find strange usages for waste.
  
  Socially speaking Nia isn't inept but she also isn't great at forming lasting relationships. She's fun to be around if you can get over the sound of her voice, but selfishness plagues her soul and this becomes very apparent the more time you spend with her. Even after having her apparent selfish attitude exposed to herself, Nia doesn't seem interested in making the changes to become a better person. However Nia has an almost infectious love for life and it's hard not to be inspired by her appreciation of the little things. She doesn't need the world on a string to be happy, rather, she is perfectly content wandering around Satrella and picking off the bones of far more ambitious people than herself..
  
  Nia's most defining character trait isn't a character trait at all, it is something she has no control over whatsoever. For some odd reason, the universe seems to love this cat. She's extremely fortunate. Her luck is known to bless her with random bags of gold on the street, to have an attacker trip and fall on a banana peel, and of course finding useful trash. Her luck seems to permeate to other people as well, leading many people to describe her as a good luck charm. Her incredible luck has lead to a life sheltered from tragedy, sadness, or adversity. So she often has trouble empathizing with others.
  
  Despite being a cat, Nia HATES being petted on her animal parts by anyone. So much so that she may go into a berserk rage if her ears are touched. She often accuses people who pet her ears as being Laguz fetishists. Even if they themselves are Laguz. In truth, Nia doesn't like being touched at all, and often weasels her way out of physical contact whenever she can manage.
  
  

  

  ☘ Backstory ☘
  As far back as Nia can remember, she's always been alone with her Beaststone. As far as she knows, any Cat Laguz could be a relative of hers. The anonymous identities of her parents never bother her, but it did result in a peculiar start to life. By instinct, Nia tapped into the power of her Beaststone as an infant. It was a good thing she did, because when she was found by a friendly couple, she was found in the form of tiny kitten. They thought she was just a stray cat. Nia spent the first few weeks of her life in primal form. However, this couldn't last forever and Nia eventually revealed herself to be a Laguz.
  
  The couple signed up to take care of a kitten, not a child, and so they took Nia to an orphanage where she belonged. She was one of the few Laguz children there, and the matron of the orphanage was a little bit too into Laguz. The matron tended to treat the Laguz like pets and not like children. This matron is the reason Nia doesn't like to be petted or patronized for being a cat. She managed to steal a Beaststone from the orphanage at 10 and ran away.
  
  From there, the young child wound up in a band of Wyndan thieves. And that's how she discovered her unique talent. Or rather, the thieves discovered it. Nia is insanely lucky. Things just tend to work out perfectly for her and everyone around her. The thieves used her as a good luck charm. Just holding her hand while pick-pocketing some jackass on the street seemed to work out real fuckin' well for the thieves each and every time. Not only were they never caught, but they always found something useful. So they kept her around up into her tweens. When Nia realized she was being used for the apparent aura of luck that surrounded her, she decided to go her own way.
  
  Since then, the Cat's been wandering in Wynda, Ifrin, and Taros. Even when the war started and Laguz started getting their stones taken away from them, the cat always managed to avoid slavers with her lucky fuckery. Even in the most dire situations Nia seemed to make it out alive. She was once taken by Ifrinic slavers in her mid-teens. And while she was being transported to Taros, her slavers were ambushed by a fuckton of Girtab. She used the pincer of a deceased Girtab to cut her binds off of her wrist and flee. There has yet to be an event in Nia's life where serendipity didn't come through to save her ass, despite living a very dangerous lifestyle. She's had many encounters with death and has managed to proudly walk away from every one of them without a single scratch.
  
  Nia's not the most worldly cat, so it took her a while to figure out why so many people wanted to enslave her. The war. For most of the years the war has been raging, Nia's been completely ignorant of its existence. Once she finally put two and two together, she resolved to return to Wynda and to chill under the radar. Since she figured out the Tarosians were enslaving Laguz, she's often kept tabs on groups of Laguz so that if she's captured she can trade their lives for her own.​
  
  
  

  Class

  
  
  

  ☘ Cat ☘
  Stones: C
  Attributes: BEAST
  Kitty's got claws but don't expect her to tear motherfuckers apart. She's best suited for her tricky sneak attacks against mages so long as they can't clap back with magic. Halting movement should be a priority for her, preferably in the woods to boost her already high ass evasion. Of course she will be quite effective against Beast units but she better watch out for her fellow Laguz, most of them will be able to fuck her up way worse than she could fuck them up. Her personal skill makes her an excellent partner for units that have high evasion like herself.​

  
  

  Stats

  
  
  Health: 45/45
  ACC: 110 CRIT: 20 EVA(^): 70 LUCK: 5 ASS: 0 BLOK: 0
  Att(^): 3 Def: 2 Mag: 1 Res: 3 Mov: 7
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  
  

  • Lucky Charm*: Enemies attacking Nia's partners will receive -10 ACC.
  • Eagle Eye: Passive skill that gives the Cat increased visibility in the dark or fog.
  • Tricky Kitty: An active skill that allows the Cat to hide on the cell they’re standing on. When an enemy unit walks next to this cell they will cease their movement and be attacked by the cat for double damage. This attack cannot miss. The Cat will reappear afterwards.

  
  

  Inventory

  
  
  1. Beaststone - C (Beast)
  2. Fish
  3. Milk
  4.
  5.
  
  

  Relationships

  
  
  None
  
  

  Skill Bank

  
  
  

  • Second Chance: Basic Skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. Can only be used once until it’s refilled.
  • Capture: Basic Skill. Allows the unit to capture opponents in place of killing them. Requires Ropes or Chains.

  
  

  
  
  

 

[SirBlazeALot]

Wave's characters

• Diana
• Vilma
• Rakhill
• Fridith
• Edmund

• 
  
  Diana DusetteFuccinian Senator
  

  Spoiler: Diana's Theme
  
  Race: Human
  
  Age: 25 years / June 6th
  
  Sex: Female
  
  Country of Origin: Fuccino
  
  Appearance
  Standing 5'4'' tall, Diana is a tad shorter than the average woman her age. She sports a beautiful, angular and proud face with fine features, sharp sky-blue eyes, and naturally red lips. Her long hair is a rather pale ceder hue, and is often worn in a braided knot. She prefers the hairstyle both because it is stylish and also (mostly) in order to keep her hair out of her face. Oft times she's got a determined kind of look in her eyes, something which goes well together with her proud posture and fancy clothing.
  
  Spoiler: Detailed art

  
  
  Faction
  Diana was sent to the west along with the Assembly of Neth. She is there as a representative Lord of Fuccino. Officially she is there to provide financial support to the assembly and as a diplomat. She herself never really wanted to go, but it was a necessity if her father is to run for presidency a second time. You know, having a daughter on a diplomatic mission in the new land to the west sure looks good and will earn you voter support when you're running for official office.
  
  Personality
  Diana is a calm person that prefers to listen while others talk rather than being in the centre of attention herself. At first she often come off as shy. That being said, she is in no way a reserved or introvert person. When asked (or when needed) she gladly shares stories in great detail, give her honest opinions or express personal feelings to strangers. She is observant and always want to learn new things about the people around her. Even though she prefers being an observer in social situations she loves to ask people questions (many and personal ones), and once she starts talking and feel secure in a social situation there is no telling when she'll ever stop.
  
  Diana sure seems to have an open mind. She is far from judgmental nor does she show much prejudice toward people. She just loves new experiences and trying new things out, and she firmly believes that everyone has potential to do great things if they're put to use in the right way. She is certainly of a very curious nature, but she is not naïve! In fact, she is more calculating than one would think. Her rational logical side almost always trumps her emotions and intuition.
  
  Diana sees potential in almost anything, and is rather quick to trust other people (with a few exceptions of course). See, she is quite unreliable herself, and even if she do her best to appear to be honest, caring, friendly and understanding she always puts herself first no matter what. The only thing she is truly loyal to is her family.
  
  Backstory
  Born in a family with a long history in banking and with a current role in the political arena of Fuccino (well yeah, her father is currently president), Diana was set to be a powerful individual from birth. Since her father's banking business was doing well one could assume that she had all that she needed and got all that she wanted as a child. But that was not the case. See, most little ladies in noble families got spoiled and cared for, things were different for Diana. She wasn't groomed to be a lady, no, she was prepared to take responsibility for the family business. She was taught early that she needed to think before she acted and that she had to work hard if she was going to make it in life.
  
  While still being a child she had to work with simple tasks in one of her father's bank offices. She also had to act with proper manners around important people with which her father meet in both business and politics. She had to study many subjects maintain a proper etiquette and practice swordplay from a young age, she was going to become the perfect daughter for her father, something he could show up and brag about. And being the motivated young woman that she was, Diana always tried her best did what was asked from her, be it in social situations, academic studies or in swordplay practice.
  
  However, demands were high as she grew older, and it was not always easy (or possible) for her measure up to her father's expectations. Being thoroughly scolded by her father for every mistake she ever made, Diana soon learned how to make mistake look like success and how to present things in a way that appeased her father even if she hadn't carried things out correctly. And even if she didn't always need it, she sure knew how to cheat her way to success before it was all over.
  
  As a banker's daughter Diana was taught how locking mechanisms work early on. That along with her tendency to cheat and her being overly curious made her learn how to pick almost any lock. She always carries a lockpick hidden in her hair (It also helps keeping her hair in place!).
  
  When she came of age, many suitors were lining up for the beautiful, smart, and perhaps most importantly, rich, young woman that Diana had become. The lucky man who finally won her hand a rich nobleman - Augustus Dusette. Sadly, their marriage was not made out of love, it was arranged by their parents who wanted more power for their houses. And even if Diana really tried to feign interest in Augustus it was all too obvious that he did not fancy her much at all. For he had a sweetheart already - Leanne, one of the maids.
  
  Diana was obviously disappointed at first, but she quickly came to terms with it and actually let it slip without making much fuzz about it. They both are on good terms and still live as man and wife, they just live different love lives. In fact, Diana is quite happy with the situation; August doesn't care what she does, she's got plenty of time and money, and really is free do whatever she likes. For a few years now she's been enjoying her new life. It is easier, even though she works hard for her father's company. For she still have more free time than ever, has plenty of coin to do whatever she feels like, and can keep any company she likes.
  
  he only time prior to current events that Diana faced any real danger was when she was the target of an assassination attempt. It started with someone poisoning her food and poor Diana was bedridden for over a week before she miraculously got better and survived the horrible poison. After these events sir Alexander Grous was tasked to be her bodyguard.
  
  System
  
  

  class

  Senator ⟶ Rogue Lord
  Hidden Weapons (Rank D)
  Swords (Rank E)
  
  Diana is not really a fighter, she is a diplomat, businesswoman and politician. Naturally, a person with such titles primary abilities are being slithery, evasive, getting out of trouble, and making others take the hits for her. Now, this is reflected in her stats: she boasts with high EVA, LUCK and Movement speed. She isn't really impressive in terms of defense, resistance or HP and as such she might get floored by almost any hit that get's passed her nimble dodges. Other than that, she delivers steady blows with her extra ACC and high Attack. One thing worth noting is that Diana relies heavily on being partnered up with someone to really utilize her abilities.
  

  stats

  Health: 40/40
  ACC: 110 | CRIT: 10 | EVA: 50 | LUCK: 25 | ASS: 0 | BLOK: 0
  Att: 4 | Def: 3 | Mag: 2 | Res: 3 | Mov: 7
  

  skill loadout

  Discrete*: If partnered up, Diana gains +10 EVA against any ranged attacks.
  
  Born Leader: Class Default Skill. Passive skill that grants Diana's partners with +15% ASS and +15% BLOK
  
  Viper Strikes: A player created passive skill. If Diana lands a critical hit, she may make a new attack against another target.
  
  Pick: Class Glossary Skill. Active skill that allows Diana to use a Lockpick on doors and chests.
  

  inventory

  1. Mist & Haze - Hidden Weapon (Rank D) [Brave, Critical]
  2. Bronze Sword (Rank E)
  3. Lockpick (15)
  4. Antitoxin (3)
  5.
  

  relationships

  Alexander (Rank B)
  Grieves (Rank B)
  Lamont (Rank B)
  Zakai (Rank C)
  

  skill bank

  Capture: Basic Skill. Allows the unit to capture opponents in place of killing them. Requires Ropes or Chains.

• 
  
  Vilhelmina StiernNoble Duelist
  

  Spoiler: Family Stiern Theme
  
  Race: Human
  
  Age: 19 years / May 26th
  
  Sex: Female
  
  Country of Origin: Herranow
  
  Appearance
  Even though Vilhelmina isn't really that short (5'6”) she still comes off as petite at first glance. She has a angelic, beautiful, yet bordering on cute, face. Her eyes are big and hazel in colour, they are complimented by dark and long eyelashes. Her face is framed by her naturally thick and wavy hair with bangs, it's colour reminding of the many lush glades of Vilhelmina's homeland - Herranow. Her skin is light, unblemished and sort of pale, but her cheeks easily turn rosy red when she's subject to cold or chilly weather even for short periods of time. There is something about her that makes her looks feel very natural even though she usually puts some effort in enhancing them with cosmetics and by tending to her hair several times every day.
  
  Spoiler: Detailed art

  
  
  Faction
  Vilhelmina is part of The Assembly of Neth, and is the bodyguard of Zakai – Lord of Herranow. Vilhelmina's brother, Edmund, was part of Operation New World 3 years ago. He was sent to the west, and winded up in the conflict with the Tarosi. He was reported as missing in action. The chance of finding her brother (or at least finding out what happend to him) is the main reason for Vilhelmina to take service as a bodyguard for Lord Zakai on his journey to Satrella.
  
  Personality
  Vilhelmina is often warm and friendly. She is always smiling and sports an inviting personality that gets her close to others very quickly. Her almost constant smiling comes from her upbringing; being a girl in a noble family, often being around lords and ladies and thus having to show the best of manners at all times. Because of her protected upbringing, Vilhelmina never really got to see much of the outside world as she grew up. Though she has learnt to properly interact with noble people and military men (thanks to her father's and brother's line of work), she lacks much in knowing how to behave would she wind up among simple folk.
  
  She firmly believes that one should always tell the truth, and has a sense of duty which she probably inherited from her father and brother. The only time she really can be caught lying is when she tries to give someone compliments or appease someone to remain on good terms with them. She is very talkative and social, and is always close to a smile. This makes people enjoy her company as she often seems to be very interested and amused at what they have to tell her. And even if she, at most times, knows to keep quiet when it's needed, she does have a tendency to speak her mind at times even when no one asked about her opinion. Thankfully she seems to have mastered the art of getting away with it without seeming all to blunt.
  
  Even if she is generous, one can easily see that she has been spoiled during her upbringing. She takes many things for granted and are not careful to make sure things don't go to waste. She likes being in the centre of attention and sort of assumes that people want her there. In a sense she both gives much and demands much at the same time.
  
  Backstory
  Vilhelmina is the daughter of Louise Stiern and Harald Stiern. Her father was a high-ranking officer in the Herranow army, and son to Vilhelm Stiern, former High Constable of the same army. When she grew up, she turned out to be a careful child. She was afraid of almost everything, and she was about as shy as a shrinking violet, constantly hiding behind her mother's skirt whenever someone came to visit. Of course, this trait was an unwanted one. Harald couldn't't have his father's namesake be afraid and shy, he wanted her to radiate self-esteem and confidence as was the legacy of Vilhelm. So, by being constantly reminded that there was something wrong with her, she finally overcame her modesty, and learnt to properly interact with new people, how to socialise and how the liked. With that said, it is important to note that she is not naturally talkative, or social, it is a behaviour she's learnt and mastered by observing others, which is why she has a hard time adapting to new social situations. By the time she was a teenager, she had gotten used to being around other people and made some friends among the other wealthy kids. She was never one to get much attention from the boys due to her overly protective brother who seemed to scare any and potential suitors off before they even had a chance at her heart. For this she hated her brother, who she otherwise always had looked up to. She had always been told to follow his example, and so she also did.
  
  Being the daughter of a noble military man meant that Vilhelmina got proper training in the arts of the sword as well as strategy and tactics during her upbringing. She's been groomed to be a swordsman ever since she was young. Most of her training has been focused toward duelling with swords, as actual combat (as in on a battlefield in a war) was never been considered an option for this Lady by her parents and instructors.
  
  Due to her own family having a good relationship to the Hadwins she has been placed in the service of Lord Zakai as his bodyguard. But since most people don't know that Vilhelmina is a skilled duelist her new position is one that unfortunately generates many questions and rumours. "Why would the young lord emply an even younger girl to protect him?", "Can she even lift a sword?", "Cerainly she is for more than just -guarding- his body!", Are a few of the mean examples of what people in Herranow, and probably the rest of Neth is saying about it.
  
  System
  
  

  class

  Mercenary ⟶ Hero
  Swords (Rank D)
  
  Vilhelmina is a duelist that feels at home in contests and shows rather than in the field of battle and war. This is represented by the fact that she fares better when she can focus on one target and nothing is distracting her. More or less, Vilhelmina is a very stable piece on the board. She has decent stats all over, even if she doesn't excel in anything. With high ACC, decent EVA and high Movement makes her a very effective unit that will almost never idle on the battlefield. The idea is that she will work well against almost any foe, and that her custom skill will enable her to go it alone if need be (a very nice ability when guarding someone wielding a bow and trying to keep their distance - like Zakai).

  stats

  Health: 60/60
  ACC(^): 120 | CRIT: 10 | EVA: 45 | LUCK: 20 | ASS: 0 | BLOK: 0
  Att: 3 Def: 3 | Mag: 2 | Res: 3 | Mov(^): 7
  

  skill loadout

  Competitive Focus*: If Vilhelmina is not partnered up, and is adjacent to an enemy unit that has no other units adjacent to it, she gains a +10 ACC and +10 LUCK bonus against that unit.
  
  Bash: An offensive Die Skill with a 33% chance to land a powerful attack to the head of an opponent with the hilt of a blade, stunning them and preventing them from counter attacking on their next turn. ARMOR units and Mounted units are immune to this skill.
  

  inventory

  1. Slim Sword (Rank E) [+15% EVA, -5 Damage]
  2. Elixir (3)
  3. Iron Sword (Rank D)
  4.
  5.
  

  relationships

  Ava (Rank C)
  Cal'vina (Rank C)
  Hayden (Rank C)
  Rose (Rank B)
  Zakai (Rank C)
  

  skill bank

  Second Chance: Basic skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. CAN ONLY BE USED ONCE until it is refilled via promotion or treasure.
  
  Capture: Basic Skill. Allows the unit to capture opponents in place of killing them. Requires Ropes or Chains.
  

• 
  
  Rakhill BrynerAspiring Marksman
  

  Spoiler: Rakhill's Theme
  
  Race: Human
  
  Age: 17 years / September 18th
  
  Sex: Male
  
  Country of Origin: Wynda
  
  Appearance
  Rakhill stands at 5'9” and is quite compact built. He has a adult look about him even though he is technically still quite a young man. He has a proud face with defined cheek-bones, a pointy nose, and a dashing smile, an uncommon trait among the common folk from which he hails. The only thing that is still really boyish about him is his eyes; they are big green and friendly, and have a look of naivety; or innosence in them.
  
  Rakhill has dark brown straight hair that seem to magically fall in perfect place without him even tending to it. See, he is one of the lucky bastards out there that doesn't quite bother about his hair, but that is still blessed with a seemingly neverending supply of good hair-days! Despite is compact build, Rakhill can come off as somewhat coltish or clumsy, mostly because he is easily distracted and has a tendency to day-dream.
  
  Spoiler: Detailed art

  
  
  Faction
  Rakhill is currently a new recruit in the Wyndan Resistance. He was sent there to find and aid his uncle – Melo.
  
  Personality
  Rakhill is a kind, fun-seeking, and adventurous young man. From time to time he likes to brag about his accomplishments (they are in truth realatively few, and he is well aware of it), but he still often manages to come across as humble enough. He enjoys a good laugh, and is always up for some sort of friendly competition. He thinks highly of himself and often overestimates his own abilities, but he is by no means a sore loser. However he hates to not get recognition for things he actually does well.
  
  He is something of a clown and a prankster, but knows where and when he needs to be serious. He is an open person that let's just about anyone have a chance at befriending him, no matter who they are. He is not keen about giving people second chaces though, so if people turn out to be idiots and not to be worth his time, he won't look back a second time.
  
  Backstory
  Rakhill was born to a loving mother in the snowy and cold lands of Wynda. His mother, Vinda, was, just like her mother before her, a tavern maid. The story of how she met Rakhill's father is a simple but yet romatic one! A story where a travelling huntsman seduces a the young tavern maid and the two run away together. The tavern maid leaving the gray and boring life behind to follow her new love on his adventurous journey across the lands. Once the first signs of pregnancy showed up the two setteld down outside a village on the edge of the woods.
  
  Rakhill had a simple life growing up. He was allowed to play with all the other children of the village and often spent time in the forest, fishing, exploring, skiing in the winder, and doing whatever felt right. As he grew older he had to start learning his father's trade and help out whenever the huntsmen of the village went out on hunts. This was something that Rakhill turned out to like and enjoy, and he was also good at it! Rakhill was quickly seen as an asset to the hunting team and soon found himself to be considered a fully accepted member in the merry group of hunters, and no longer just a kid who followed his father around.
  
  So came that day, the day which started out just as perfect as any other. Rakhill had gone up early in the morning to hunt on his own, a thing he dearly enjoyed. There had been a light snowfall the night prior, which made it easy to track any animal that had walked upon the crusted snow. After having caught a couple of hares Rakhill headed home, but when he arrived his mother and father had already packed a bag for him and readied his skiis. He was told that word had reached them telling that one of Vinda's brothers, her mother and father had been killed. This was appearently because her brother Melo had been accused for high treason. Chances were that the soldiers would come for her next. They had to hide, of course, but Vinda also wished to avange the fallen family members. As such, Rakhill was sent to find his uncle Melo who was in the Wyndan resistance, and to give them aid in any way he possibly could.
  
  System
  
  

  class

  Hunter ⟶ Archer ⟶ Ranger
  Bows (Rank E)
  
  Rakhill is used to hunting animals such as moose, elk, bears and whatever else live in the forests of Wynda. To take down such large prey Rakhill has a good aim and knows where an arrow will do most damage, this is represented by his above average ACC and high CRIT stats as well as a decent Attack stat. Now, Rakhill is not used to fighting people or taking any hits at all, so he's rather slow moving and will break if hit by pretty much any attack. Rakhill is good at pinpointing and taking out specific targets, but will need protection from someone else or he'll very drop quickly.

  stats

  Health: 25/25
  ACC: 115 | CRIT(^): 35 | EVA: 45 | LUCK: 20 | ASS: 0 | BLOK: 0
  Att(^): 3 | Def: 1 | Mag: 1 | Res: 1 | Mov: 4
  

  skill loadout

  Disengage*: Passive skill. After Rakhill has taken damage by an attack in melee, he may make a move of up to 2 cells. This skill will not trigger if Rakhill is Crippled or Paralyzed.
  

  inventory

  1. Bronze Bow (Rank E) [Air]
  2. Vulnerary (3)
  3. Torch (5)
  4.
  5.
  

  relationships

  Aaryn (Rank B)
  

  skill bank

  Makings of Greatness: Basic skill that grants +15% to a unit's base CRIT, ACC, EVA and LUK.
  
  Capture: Basic Skill. Allows the unit to capture opponents in place of killing them. Requires Ropes or Chains.
  
  Second Chance: Basic skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. CAN ONLY BE USED ONCE until it is refilled via promotion or treasure.
  

• 
  
  Fridith FjaderBehind the Facade
  

  Spoiler: Fridith's Theme
  
  Race: Human
  
  Age: 22 years / December 13th
  
  Sex: Female
  
  Country of Origin: Wynda
  
  Appearance
  Fridith is about 5'7” tall, and sports an athletic build on her otherwise fairly shapely sculped body. This, along with her good posture and proud way of carrying herself, make her appear much so junoesque. She has an unlined, and almost chiselled, face with a few small freckles scattered on her cheeks and nose. Her eyes are big and have a golden brown honey colour. They appear sort of out of place beside the wavy, pale, flaxen hair that frames her face. Had it not been for her eyes, she would've had a very icy but pristine look to her, as she are pale and light in most ways. They way she dresses works the same way; she often dresses in close to gray-scale, and seems to avoid anything colourful in her attire, save for her big brightly orange scarf, which is the only thing that sports a warm colour on her attire, and is therefore of stark contrast to the rest of her clothes and armour.
  
  Spoiler: Detailed art

  
  
  Faction
  Fridith is part of the Wyndan Resistance. She is newly recruited and joined in order to keep her country from completely falling into the clutches of the empire.
  
  Personality
  Fridith is a turtle. Really. She has a soft, tender, and sensitive inside which lays hidden deep under a robust shell of cold determination and stern principle. See, to most people she meet she shows only her exterior; which is a person that relies heavily on ideals and fights for the greater good, for what is right, someone that works hard to achieve her goals and expects that everyone carries their own weight. She often display a great deal of self-control and is not quick to share emotions with people she does not trust (and her trust is not easily gained). She is one to speak her mind truly, but only when asked or when the situation calls for it. She could hardly be called talkative at all around strangers.
  
  Fridith is always respectful to those that she deem below her, but she is not late to tell them when they are doing something wrong. She can, however, be challenging and unruly around people that have some sort of authority over her. And even if she wouldn't disobey orders, she is still quite prone to question orders given after it's been carried out. Her way to question leadership is something that often make her unpopular among the high rankers in a group, but at the same time she is one to give advice too, which can also be appreciated. It may be worth noting that she is far from a nag or persistent when questioning things however, in fact, she will often settle without a proper answer as long as her questions has been heard.
  
  Now, to the sensitive side! Fridith was not always this way. Only a few years ago she was much warmer and happier a person. Even now (but on rare occasions) when she feels truly safe and relaxed she can be herself, and then she is decently talkative and likes a good laugh or two. More than anything she is protective and caring for those lucky few that manages to unlock her inner side. She is secretly a huge romantic, and music, poetry and arts are the best way to get past her facade.
  
  The reason for her to hide this warmer side of hers, is that she is ashamed of what she has done and been part of, even if she will not admit it to herself. It's like she hides her personality from herself not to be reminded of what -that- person has done. It's a way for her to manipulate herself.
  
  So, in short she acts out of her nature as she tries to live up to the skewed ideals that has been created by her regret and remorse.
  
  Backstory
  Fridith grew up on a small farm outside a town close to the deep forests in the snowy northern regions of Wynda. Her parents were simple but honest folk, working the hard work of farmers in harsh lands they lived in. Fridith herself had to learn the ways of keeping a household from an early age. But she gladly helped her mother with all sorts of chores; cleaning, cooking, sewing and gardening to mention a few. But if there was one thing she enjoyed and excelled more at than others it was caring for the animals on their farm. Oh, how she just loved sitting in the green grass, singing to the lambs and kid-goats just as her mother had taught her to. But her favorite was always to dress the horses! From the looks of it all, Fridith future as a farmer's wife was already set, and she was happy about it. But as it so often happens, a seemingly certain future can easily be set in motion...
  
  When Fridith was about 12 years of age she stayed up during one of the bright mid-summer nights that northern Wynda is blessed with. She walked on the fallow fields which was at the time full of all the wild flowers of summer. And in the midst of the beautiful meadow graced a tiny but still majestic creature - a pegasus foal! Fridith carefully watched the beautiful creature from afar for hours, completely enthralled by it's cuteness. She dared not to get close in case its mother would return, but also out of respect for the rare animal. The days and nights following, Fridith sneaked away to the field to watch over the foal as often as she could. It was always all alone, and after the third night it was clear that the foal was getting weaker, and as such Fridith was starting to wonder if it had actually been abandoned. She adopted the foal and brought it back home. After a thorough scolding for having taken a wild animal home Fridith was allowed to keep the foal as hers for as long as she looked after it and did her chores, which she also did! She and her new pegasus became the best of friends, but never did she overlook the other animals, oh no, she still loved them just as much.
  
  A few years later, hard times came upon the people living in the region. Several years in a row sported early frost and snows, followed by late arriving spring. As one might assume, this made for poor harvests and left the food supply scarce in each and every human home in the region. Around this time Fridith father had the idea of selling the valuable pegasus in order to provide some money for his family in these dire times. Fridith stopped speaking to her father for even coming up with such an idea, which of course got him to reconsider.
  
  Luckily, a oppurtunity arised! For as the food ran lower and lower people had to rely more and more on what foods could supplied by means of hunting. But as the demand for game quickly became higher the hunting grounds had to grow in size and extend into Laguz territory to be able to supply enough for the starving humans. This led to conflict with the Wolf and Fox Laguz that lived in the area, since the humans now hunted their game! So, for protection, knights were sent along with hunting parties in the Laguz territory. And putting Fridith and her pegasus on such a campaign as a squire would both help bring in food, coin and give Fridith a chance at becoming something greater than just a farmer's wife. She unwillingly agreed.
  
  Then it happened. During one of the campaigns deep into the Laguz territory, a large group of knights and even other soldiers had been gathered (Fridith included). They marched on the Laguz encampment in what Fridith believed was going to be harsh negotiations, but it turned out a nightmare... That day, the snow was coloured red in a bloodbath where the knights and soldiers burned the Laguz homes, killed the ones brave enough to fight, and made the rest of the scatter and flee with nothing to return to. By the cost of Laguz lives, the hunting rights in the region was claimed by the humans, and as such, the hard times turned into times of plenty. Fridith lay down her lance after having been part of the massacre. She couldn't stand to know what she had done, what her kind had done! And she certainly didn't want to be a knight anymore! And as such, she retreated to the simple life of the farm.
  
  Her first time after the incident was bad, sure they had both coin and food now, but at what price? She was filled with regret. But before long she started telling herself that it was not her fault. She didn't know! Or… It was worth it? If not the Laguz, then it would have been her and her family! Long story short, her mind was in great turmoil.
  
  Luckily enough, she was offered some distraction when a foreign man arrived at the farm one chilly autumn day, asking if there was work to be done in exchange for a hot meal and a room for the night. The drifter called himself Leelo, and whenever they were not busy working he sang songs to her about all the wonderful places he had been. There was something about Leelo and his careless, yet happy nature that sparked hope and wonder in Fridith again. She convinced him to stay throughout the winter instead of getting back out on the roads again, during which time the two got very close to each other. But it did not last, and the first day of spring, Leelo was gone by the wind.
  
  During the last two years she's continued her knight training, and have recently joined the Wyndan Resistance in order to keep her country from completely falling into the clutches of the empire.
  
  System
  
  

  class

  Pegasus Knight ⟶ Falcoknight
  Lances (Rank D)
  BEAST attribute
  AIR attribute
  
  Fridith is a lightly armoured knight on a flying steed that used to overwatch hunting operations in Laguz territory. Her keen eye and ability to spot enemies and thwart their attacks against her allies are her most important abilities. She takes to the skies to get a good view of the battle and then quickly she descends to assist where she is most needed. With her high movement speed she can cover huge parts of the battlefield and with her custom skill effectively extending the range of partnering up as well as Blessing of the Pegasus she allows her allies protection from magical attacks on both on range and in close quarters. It's important to remember, however, that she herself is always in some need of protection, for her defensive capabilities are rather unimpressive.

  stats

  Health: 40/40
  ACC(^): 110 | CRIT: 10 | EVA: 60 | LUCK: 15 | ASS: 0 | BLOK: 0
  Att: 2 Def: 2 | Mag: 2 | Res: 4 | Mov(^): 10
  

  skill loadout

  Protective*: If a friendly unit no further than 2 tiles away is attacked, Fridith may freely and instantly move to a vacant tile next to it. She may also partner up with the friendly unit if possible. This skill will not trigger if Fridith is Crippled or Paralyzed.
  
  Blessing of the Pegasus: A passive skill. Units standing next to the Pegasus Knight receive a -10 damage reduction from magical attacks.
  

  inventory

  1. Beastslayer (Rank D) [Beast]
  2. Vulnerary (3)
  3.
  4.
  5.
  

  relationships

  Eydis (Rank C)
  Roth (Rank C)
  

  skill bank

  Second Chance: Basic skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. CAN ONLY BE USED ONCE until it is refilled via promotion or treasure.
  
  Rescue: Basic Skill. Allows the Pegasus Knight to carry an infantry unit on their mount and protect them from further harm.
  

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  Edmund StiernMissing in action
  

  Spoiler: Family Stiern Theme
  
  Race: Human
  
  Age: 27 years / March 19th
  
  Sex: Male
  
  Country of Origin: Herranow
  
  Appearance
  Standing at 6' Edmund is decently tall and thus comes off as a pretty big guy due to his broad shoulders, bulky frame and otherwise athletic build. It's not hard to spot that he's a strong man; muscles big and defined on his ripped body. He's got impressive stamina and agility for such a big bloke, and quick reflexes to along with it. However, in the field of battle he relies more on his shield and armor than on his reflexes and agility to save him, a good choice since said equipment make him great deal heavier and hinders his movement notably.
  
  During his young years Edmund was always one to look younger than the other kids. Big hazel eyes with little beard to speak of made him look younger than he actually was. But as of late his eyes have lost much of their former youth and innocence, it being replaced by a stern and serious gaze that more befits the intimidating authority of a royal knight. A well-kept beard, thick but short, now covers the once smooth skin on his cheek and chins, and huge sideburns frame his angular face. His dark viridian hair that was once flowing and long is now short cut a bit shorter, and is often messy due to Edmund often using a helmet.
  
  The armor he wears is considered medium heavy and is argent in color, it all goes very well along with his tabard and cloak which are in the colors of the Stiern family crest.
  
  Spoiler: Detailed art

  
  
  Faction
  Edmund was second in command of the Herranese knights that were sent to Saterella three years ago. Currently he is considered missing in action since he was not reported among the dead nor imprisoned by the Tarosian Empire.
  
  Personality
  Edmund is a quite solemn person that seldom allow himself to make fun of matters that are in any way possible to regard as serious. He reveres the knightly code of honor and lives by it in almost all ways possible. This means that he is always respectful against people he find honorable, and that he is always protective of the weak. He often disregards whatever someone below him says and will not take orders from anyone who is not his superior.
  
  Even though he prefers to be quiet and can seem very stern and overly serious at times, Edmund can still be a decent enough guy to be around. He is never far from a laugh (provided that there is something he regards as a laughing matter), and have no problem socialising and befriending people that he respects or want to help. He is often helpful and isn't afraid to work hard to achieve his goals or help someone else fulfill theirs. Among other knights Edmund is regarded as valiant and brave, and his sense for fair competition has been praised many times over. He is a prominent leader that is keen to give orders to others (which can sometimes be a problem since he doesn't like being ordered around himself by any other people than his direct superiors).
  
  Edmund has always been very close to his father, and has always tried to follow his example. Like every boy he loves his mother, but Edmund sort of regards her as someone who need protection and can't speak for herself. The same goes for his sister - Vilhelmina - who he has always been overly protective of.
  
  Backstory
  Many years ago, Edmunds grandfather - Vilhelm Stiern - was the High Constable in Herranese army. And after many years of loyal service, and many a medal on his chest, Vilhelm was badly wounded in combat. When the crippled High Constable returned from the battlefield the King granted him a small castle on the outskirts of the capitol as thanks for his sacrifice and loyal service. Despite being a cripple Vilhelm kept being his old proud self and was married. After that followed fatherhood where he got only one child - his son Harald. Harald was raised to follow his fathers footsteps, and even though he never reached the rank of High Constable, he became a high ranking officer, was knighted, and was regarded an overall great warrior himself. Harald had better luck than his father and was still in service when he fathered his first child – Edmund.
  
  Edmund turned out to be a quiet and independent child right from the start. He never craved much attention from his parents, nor did he feel a need to seek friends of his own age, he simply observed the world around him in silence, learning about things from afar. When Edmund grew older and got his first couple of real friends, he quickly learned that he was very competitive by nature. Whatever feats his friends achieved Edmund made sure to improve upon. And when he came of age to begin combat training for real he was quickly picking up on anything his instructors told him. His need to be the best made him a perfect student. Surely, no one was surprised when Edmund showed interest in partaking in the jousting tournaments that was held on annual festive occasions. After losing to seasoned knights two years in a row, Edmund finally won on his third year, defeating a renowned knight in a grand finale that ended in swordplay on the ground. Finally he got to walk out there, and receive the honor of shaking hands with King Hadwin.
  
  With his victory came fame and fortune. And since both his father and grandfather were important officers in the King's Army it didn't take long before Edmund himself was knighted. This was a time when Edmund's life started anew, for his new position meant that he was bound by oath to a new way of life in the service. Edmund served his kingdom well as a knight. Not only did he protect it from danger, but also did he help the young Prince Zakai practise swordplay and combat.
  
  One day he was sent on an important mission to unkown lands across the sea. Whatever happened to him once the ship reached shore, no one knows.
  
  System
  
  

  class

  Great Knight
  Lances (Rank A)
  Swords (Rank B)
  Axes (Rank C)
  BEAST attribute
  ARMOUR attribute
  
  Edmund is a heavy knight that once fought in the ranks of the Herranese army. He his a big bloke with a shiny, and more importantly, heavy armour. In other words, he's got Health and Defence to spare. He was once a competitor in the tourney games and is as such very hard-hitting and precise with the lance. This is reflected in his high ACC and impressive Attack stat. Edmund is brave and bold and will charge headlong into the fray, trying to take down the strongest foes using his custom skill. He'll have to watch his back for magic users though...
  

  stats

  Health: 100/100
  ACC(^^): 120 | CRIT: 10 | EVA: 45 | LUCK: 5 | ASS: 10 | BLOK: 25
  Att(^^): 5 | Def: 5 | Mag: 1 | Res: 2 | Mov: 7
  

  skill loadout

  Heavy Charge*: Passive skill. If Edmund attacks after moving further than 5 cells, his attack value is regarded as +1.
  
  Chivalry: A passive skill that raises Defense by one level when the Cavalier is carrying another unit at the cost of -15% EVA
  
  Trample: An offensive Die skill with a 15% chance of causing the Cripple effect to opponents when attacking.
  

  inventory

  1. Silver Lance (Rank B)
  2. Steel Sword (Rank C)
  3. Hand Axe (Rank D) [Ranged]
  4.
  5.
  

  relationships

  

  
  

  skill bank

  Second Chance: The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. CAN ONLY BE USED ONCE until refilled via promotion or treasure.
  
  Rescue: A basic skill that allows them to carry an infantry unit on their mount and protect them from further harm.
  

 

[SirBlazeALot]

SERIOUS WORK IN PROGRESS
Back From the Ashes, Ruby's Characters

• Zakai
• Alexander
• Era
• Melo
• Kira
• Tazia

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  Lord Zakai Hadwin
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Race Human
  
  
  5'11
  
  The Picture Says it all! Zakai inherited the dark red hair from his mother, he has a fairly lean build; not falling to the cushy build that a lot of lords can find themselves falling into. He's also young, so that might have something to say about that. He rather likes wearing highly detailed clothing, though when attempting to hide his lord status he may not be as.. 'fancy'. The headband though, he doesn't tend to leave anywhere. On top of that the shoulder and wrist guards tend to hang around, as well as the quiver... and his D rank weapon is the bow in the image, Zephyr.
  
  Age 22
  Dec. 19th
  
  Sex Male
  
  Country of Origin Herranow
  
  Role/Faction
  Zakai is the Lord from Herranow sent from Neth in a show of a peace treaty. One of three Lords, Zakai is by no means the leader of the leaders. He tends to defer to the other two, watching the decisions they make. His reckless tendencies, which he's well aware of, makes him weary of making choices that concern anyone but himself; though his recklessness shows completely on the battlefield.
  
  Personality
  On the average day, Zakai can be seen with his head held high and a confidence that's obvious with every stride he takes. Cheerful and outgoing, Zakai enjoys being able to share the bright world he sees with everyone else. He tends to constantly be talking, having a dislike for quiet and an enjoyment in hearing his own voice, so is either rambling about whatever is on his mind or he's asking questions of someone else to better know them. Unfortunately, this tends to annoy a lot of people and though everyone agrees Zakai to be a friendly, likable enough guy, most people can't tolerate being around him for too long.
  
  When it comes to battle, Zakai almost has a dual personality. One moment he's that ridiculous, energetic guy who never seems to not be smiling- the next he's a focused killer. Killer is putting it a bit harshly because Zakai has never seen war and has never killed besides animals he has hunted, but the point is he becomes very quiet and very serious. During a hunt or a battle is one of the only times that Zakai isn't smiling, but is actually quite joyless, and exceptionally fearless.
  
  History
  The notion that life is easy when you grow up a noble's son is fairly on point where Zakai is concerned. Sure he had a lot of lessons about proper etiquette, how to be a proper lord, and how to play political mind games but he didn't have to break his back doing a lot of hard physical labor like most his age. There was a lot of pressure on him to do well, though, thanks to his mother's inability to have any more kids. It was a great disappointment for everyone when Zakai's mother almost died having him; enough that for awhile there was a scandal with Zakai's father and other women. Zakai and his mother were actually in danger of being ditched for quite awhile and though they had his mother's parents to live with who were nobles themselves, it would have been disgraceful on the family name.
  
  After having a short fling with another woman and creating Zakai's half brother, Zakai proved in some way to be worthy of his father's attention (though Zakai has no idea what it was he did right. Or wrong). Not that Zakai's father took any real part in the boys life, but he started making sure he had all the accessibility to knowledge and lessons the boy could dream of. Besides the required lessons that his father and mother prescribed, Zakai was allowed to learn weaponry which was his real joy. He would often go and spar with the knights and show off his superior abilities (that don't exist. The knight's would let Zakai win because the boy was a sore loser. Not violent, just sulky).
  
  Okay, there was one knight who didn't let Zakai get away with his superior attitude and lack of skills. If Zakai has any ability in fighting, it's thanks to this man. Unsurprisingly they started off as rivals but now Zakai would go so far as to call them good friends; oh the joy of frenemies.
  
  Eventually, Zakai found himself eager to put his skills to real use. Of course his parents weren't going to just let him go off to a war, but when the opportunity and obligation arose to go to the new world Zakai was all for it. Even if this was a peace treaty, perhaps he could find himself in a war in this new world that would really test what he could do! Needless to say, the life of a hero is not all it's cracked up to be. Especially not when you're so used to getting what you want, when you want it.
  
  For obvious reasons Zakai wasn't alone in his mission to the new world. For one, his body guard would be accompanying him. A recent addition to the Herranow staff, Vilma was in some ways more skilled then Zakai and in other ways less skilled. She did her job well enough. Unfortunately rumors started up on why Zakai chose, for one a female bodyguard, and for two one that wasn't only younger then him but seen as 'less skilled' (because she was a girl). Of course explanations popped up on why he would rather quickly. She was, afterall, a very attractive young woman and Zakai hadn't really been wooing many ladies... so the prospect of a secret love that was blocked thanks to Zakai's status and his unwillingness to leave being a lord behind. Needless to say, Zakai didn't really much care what the others thought... he trusted Vilma with his life and that's all that really mattered to him.
  
  
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  Stats

  
  Health: 60/60
  
  ACC: 115%
  CRIT: 5%
  EVA: 45%
  LUCK: 5%
  ASS: 35%
  BLOK: 30%
  
  Health: 60/60
  Attack: High
  Defense: Low
  Magic: Very Low
  Resistance: Low
  Movement: 5
  
  + 15% ACC From Bow
  +15% EVA
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  
  
  Just Passing By: A Die skill that gives a 50% to damage another enemy in the path on the way to the desired target.
  
  Guardian: Passive Skill that grants +15% for BLOK and ASS for the Lord and their partner when fighting together.
  
  Bowfaire: +5 damage dealt if using a bow
  
  

  Inventory

  
  
  Inventory
  
  1- Zephyr
  2- Bronze Sword
  3-
  4-
  5-
  
  

  Relationships

  
  Vilhelmina (Rank C)
  Diana (Rank C)
  Ava (Rank C)
  

  Skill Bank

  
  Um?
  

  
  
  
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  Sir Alexander Grous
  
  View attachment 335362 View attachment 335360 View attachment 335359 View attachment 335358 View attachment 335361 Race Human
  
  7'1"
  Picture Says It. Al is a giant of a man, not only is he tall but he is large. It's not pure muscle, because that's unrealistic... he has some fat to pad things just a little. Even though he is so tall, he doesn't really 'look down on people.' Technically he does, because tall, but he doesn't become snobby about it. He really likes wearing capes and 'gaudy' items when he can get away with it. He also likes practical, comfortable clothing.
  
  Age 35
  July 28th
  
  Sex Male
  
  Country of Origin Fuccino
  
  Role/Faction
  Al is the Fuccino Lord's reliable body guard. I mean... would you want to mess with that guy? He's intimidating even when all he's doing is standing there, smiling. Al is very protective of his charge, and very protective of the weaponry and armor. In that last part I mean he's very anal about making sure things are properly cleaned and polished so that they don't rust. He's against anyone who's against his Lord, and he's friends with anyone who is in the mind to protect the lord as well.
  
  Personality
  Loud, Blunt, and rather calloused Al is usually a fairly good natured man. He's very slow to anger, even with insults directed at him, or his friends, or his mother. He also isn't big on retaliation on someone who attacks him physically, unless of course he's in the middle of the war and that person is from the opposing side. The only thing that really fire's Al up is needless waste. Throwing away good food, spilling drink thoughtlessly, killing without need. He has no trouble destroying the people who waste, and he has no guilt for the blood on his hands. In times of war and survival you did what was needed to make it through to the next day.
  
  History
  Alexander has never had much. His mother and father died before he can remember them. How they died? He doesn't actually know; it's a gap in his life that he can't stand. The foster home for children that took him in knew nothing besides that he was another mouth to feed and you wouldn't know from his size now but Al used to be rather runtly, and was very quickly a target for the bullies of the home. Alexander tried several ways of coping with the bullying; talking to them, to the head of the foster home, shouting insults at them, fighting back... eventually he learned that the only way to really deal with a bully was to ignore them. And even that didn't work well until puberty hit and he grew to be much, much larger then the largest bully on the playground.
  
  Luckily for the other kids Alexander, though having a love for fighting, didn't have a love for using his size as an intimidation factor. In other words, he didn't pick fights with people he knew he could beat without so much as breaking a sweat. He actually sought out people he thought would defeat him because he wanted the challenge. He wanted to learn and become a stronger fighter; he never wanted to be on the weaker end ever again.
  
  Kicked out of his foster home when he came of age from coming home with one too many black eyes and bloody noses, Alexander went to the only place he could; the army. For several years he trained, his size quickly making him one of the better fighters even if he had no real finesse; just swung and attacked at everything that moved. And then there was an attack on the Fuccino Lord's life and a body guard was needed, and Al's General offered him up. And that's how Al became the body guard of the Fuccino Lord; he had a cruddy childhood, and then a desire to best those who had once crushed him.
  
  When he's not training with an axe, Al can often be found in a bar downing a good portion of beer and rum. Thanks to his size it takes quite a bit for him to become so much as tipsy, but that doesn't stop him from trying. He also never turns down pleasurable female company... Of course when this whole 'Lords to the New World' came up Al had no real choice but to follow along. He didn't really have any forboding feelings; he was more looking forward to trying the ale in the new country.
  
  
  

  Class

  
  
  Barbarian > Berserker
  
  They’re similar to Fighters of the Hero Branch in that they have more health and higher attack with low defense, but Barbarians can also adapt to different forms of terrain better than most. They can travel through mountains and across rivers easily. They're also really good at breaking shit. Make sure you’ve visited all of the villages on the map before any Barbarians do!
  
  Axe Rank: D
  
  

  Stats

  
  

  • Health: 80/80
  • Attack: 3
  • Defense: 2
  • Magic: 1
  • Resistance: 3
  • Movement: 5 cells
  • EVA +15%
  • CRIT + 10%
  • LUCK +15%

  Skill Loadout

  
  

  • Second Chance: Remains the same.
  • Capture: Remains the same.
  • Destroyer: An active skill that allows a Barbarian to plunder a Village when standing on a village cell. Barbarian will receive 25000G
  • Mug: An offensive die skill that has a 25% chance to randomly give the Barbarian 1000 Gold when attacking an enemy.
  • Hiking: A passive skill. Movement is unaffected by mountainous terrain and rivers.

  Inventory

  
  
  1- Bronze Axe
  2- Vulnerary
  3- Chains
  4-
  5-
  
  

  Relationships

  
  Diana (Rank B)
  

  Skill Bank

  
  Um?
  

  
  
  
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  Era
  
  
  
  
  Race Human
  
  4'7"
  Grey hair shows the disease that she survived, that her family did not. Slim body chorded with muscle shows the hard times she's been through. Her clothing isn't at it's best state, but it keeps her warm and that's what's important and it also allows free range of movement. The only girlish thing on Era is the clips she keeps in her hair, and more often then not people don't know what gender she is and she doesn't mind keeping it that way.
  
  Age 13
  She doesn't know
  
  Sex Female
  
  Country of Origin Fuccino
  
  Role/Faction
  Stow away on the Blue Rose, Era is a body they hadn't meant to bring to the new world. Xe's neither a friend nor a foe at the moment; merely someone following the group- attempting to remain out of sight but staying close enough to be able to steal a little food and what not at night. Xe stowed away on the ship because there was nothing for xer on Neth, but hadn't really thought through escaping to the new world. So now xe's just surviving day to day, trying to stay out of sight and out of mind though if someone's watching the rations they'll notice a little disappears each night.
  
  Personality
  Quiet for the most part, and very sensitive of others, Era will nonetheless do whatever it takes to survive. Xe is not one to die easily, and will fight until xer very last breath. Xe's very observative in others while in xer silence and in so xe learns a lot about them. Xer silence often makes it so xe's forgotten, especially if xe does nothing to draw attention to xerself... back when xer family was alive it would be a fairly often thing that they wouldn't even realize xe was in the room.
  
  History
  Riff raff, street rat, xe's not like that. Or well, xe tries not to be though that's what xe is; living off of the scraps in the garbage and whatever xe can pick pocket. Xe attempted to corner someone in a dark alley once and was beaten to within an inch of xer life so xe knows not to do that again. At least not until Era is more skilled at intimidating and fighting.
  
  How does a nice 'girl' like xer end up on the streets you ask? Well xer mother and father and xer older brother and sister ended up getting really sick. And since they weren't high classed folks, and didn't have the money, they weren't allowed to go to the doctor. The family suffered in forgotten silence and Era had to watch as xer family died, one by one, around xer. Xer mother, the last to go, made xer promise to keep living. To make a life for xerself (since, for whatever reason, Era was able to recover from the disease. Unknown to Era, xer mother stole just enough of the antidote to save Era since it wasn't an illness, it was poison. Era's family was poisoned... but xe doesn't know that). So Era fights day to day, just trying to survive.
  
  Xe's strong willed and the first ship that went exploring xe told xerself xe would take and make a new life completely for xerself. But xe chickened out at the last moment and regretted it for months afterwards, even if the boat had been captured and the other had disappeared. When the next ship was ready to set sail once more, Era was determined to make it on and so snuck aboard. Being of a small frame xe had little trouble hiding xerself, and stealing small amounts of food; just enough to help xer get by.
  
  While on the ship, Era discovered that xe wasn't the only stow away on the ship. This happened pretty much when the two chose the same moment to attempt to filch some food. At first Era was threatened by this newcomer, but in time xe grew fond of Mordimort. Her boisterous attitude was filled with the same fire that kept Era fighting for survival every day, and it was nice not to be surrounded by silence all the time. Still, it was scary sometimes because Mordimort's loudness would sometimes make Era fear them getting caught.
  
  

  Class

  
  Thug > Thief > Whisper
  
  Hidden Weapons: E
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  Makings of Greatness: Passive skill that grants +15% to CRIT, ACC, EVA, and LUK.
  Second Chance: The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. CAN ONLY BE USED ONCE!
  Locktouch: Allows the unit to open doors and chests without keys
  
  

  Inventory

  
  1. Bronze Dagger
  2. Smoke Bomb (3)
  3. Torch
  4. Door Key
  5. Lockpick
  
  

  Relationships

  
  ........
  

  Skill Bank

  
  Um?
  

  
  
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  Melo Warr
  
  
  
  
  Race Human
  
  5'9"
  Melo only wears neutral colors like mellow greens and warm browns, as a ranger usually would to blend into the forest. He prefers that to all the armor that he used to wear once upon a time. He keeps one small braid in his long brown hair, and usually leaves the rest of it to flow freely unless going into battle. When going into battle he ties it into a low pony with a strip of cloth he usually keeps tied around his wrist. He is usually not without his 'parrot ferret', which usually likes to stay perched on his shoulder.
  
  Age 37
  
  Sex Male
  
  Country of Origin Wynda
  
  Role/Faction - Wyndan Resistance
  Melo is the guy to make sure everyone keeps their arms and legs, gets better when they catch an illness, and stay alive on the battlefield. Most of the time. (Hey, you can't win them all, and Melo knows this. He's lost comrades on the field, which is why he constantly pushes himself to be better so that they lose less and less on the field). He doubles as a cook and to say anything bad about his cooking is to lose meal privileges for a week (good luck ever getting the privilege back, actually... xD ).
  
  Personality
  The first thing that can be said about Melo is that he has a very strong Moral Compass. He follows it's direction 9 times out of 10 (mostly 10 times out of 10) and makes decisions based upon it. He's blunt about his opinions, thanks to his previous position as a knight; he thinks what he has to say is very important and those who don't listen are exceptionally dimwitted. He also has a very short temper, and has a petulant attitude towards those who irritate him or tick him off. To those who properly respect him, compliment his food, and don't do foolish things in battle, he is a very large man with a very large heart.
  
  History
  Melo had a wonderful life helping out in his father's Black Smith Shop and sometimes going to work with his mother who was a maid for a tavern (He would be a busboy at the tables and help get out orders). It was a pretty decent life; he had an older sister and 2 younger brothers and they all took care of one another. Sure they had their familial squables; it'd be inhuman not to fight with family every now and then. But for the most part they lives and worked together happily, oblivious of any corruption that might be going on.
  
  When the recruiters for the army came along and saw three strapping young boys who were children of a Black Smith they immediately snatched them up and sent them to train. Melo, though not fond of violence, had a love of his country and wanted to protect it. He worked with the army's chef when he wasn't training with a sword, or axe, or whatever else they decided to train him with, and was honestly happy just being a help!
  
  When one of his brothers fell in battle, Melo's happy world began to crumble. Sure, he knew people died. It happened all the time on the battle field. On Melo's blade. But death never happened to people he knew. Especially not his family. For a whole week he waited to wake up from the nightmare he found himself in... and when the world righted itself and his brother was still dead, Melo found himself wanting to withdraw from the army. But that's not something you really get to do... you either die, or you become a traitor and are executed. Death and Death. Not much of an option, really... and besides, Melo loved Wynda and he wanted to protect his family, and his living brother, and sister.
  
  Then he found out about the Resistance. And it just... it seemed the right way to go. Perhaps if Melo had thought it through, he would have realized the danger he was putting his family in to join the resistance. The only real thing he was thinking about was escaping every day war for a slowly building war. When the army, the same one he had been apart of, slaughtered his family for his traitorism... instead of fighting Melo vowed to lay down his sword forever and take up healing instead. He had nothing to lose now, and everything to gain from the Resistance winning. So he's trained the last few years and though he is neither the most skilled healer nor cook, but he does his best.
  
  

  Class

  
  Troubadour > Animist
  
  The Troubadour is a mounted healer. Their horses allow them to travel across the map with epic speed so they can get to allies who need their heals the most. Unfortunately these ambulance-like units are lacking in the defense department, but their resistance is pretty nice. They may not be the best healer around, but they can get wherever you need them to be with the quickness.
  
  Stave Rank: C
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  
  

  • Second Chance: Remains the same.
  • Capture: No longer retained upon promotion.
  • Rescue: A basic skill that allows the Troubadour to carry an infantry unit on their mount and protect them from further harm.
  • Immediate Care: A passive skill. Units rescued by Troubadours are healed automatically if they’re injured.

  Inventory

  
  1. Physic
  2. Rescue
  3. Mend
  4. Elixir
  5.
  
  

  Relationships

  
  .....
  

  Skill Bank

  
  Um?
  

  
  
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  Kira Storm
  
  
  
  Race Human
  
  5'10"
  Though her hair is long, she often has it tied back in a braid to keep it from her face in battle, at least one side of it in multiple braids to keep all strands from his face though sometimes both sides are done. The bandage in the image over her right eye is covering a cut that runs from brow to cheek from the gryphon she didn't show proper respect to. She learned her lesson the hard way on that one, and she wears the scar as a reminder of that (since a healer probably could have taken care of it with magic, but she declined). She also tends to wear more armor then what's seen in the image because... seriously, what even is that outfit? All well... you guys to get to see her pretty girlish curves. Most people don't... most people wouldn't know she was a girl thanks to the amount of armor she usually wears.
  
  Age 20
  
  Sex Female
  
  Country of Origin Taros
  
  Role/Faction
  Kira is a fairly new recruit in the Tarosian-Ifrinic Alliance. She's... well she's not stupid, but she's also in denial/ignorant to what the military force is actually for. She's deluded herself into believing that the military is doing what's best for everyone... she lends her lance to anyone in need, though, and as soon as she's brought to the light of the situation she will become loyal to the side truly fighting for good. (Figured they'd meet up in one of the battles... one of those 'someone talks to her and she decides 'hey, I'm fighting the wrong guys... dang can I join you guys' moments xD )
  
  Personality
  Kira's favorite word is 'Tough' and that's what she strives to be. She's not one to complain under tough circumstances, and will gladly bite someone's head off for whining about trivial matters. She follows the motto 'if you're knocked down, get back up and try again' with a passion. She never lets anything hold her back which sometimes gets her into trouble, and her hard headed stubbornness can get her into trouble with men and women alike, especially with her superiors. But she's loyal, determined, and she's one of the hardest workers you can find. She also has a habit of putting others before herself, and she has a soft spot for the less understood creatures of the world.
  
  History
  It's not uncommon to grow up on a farm; especially when farms are the lifeblood of the cities and towns, just as it is everywhere. It's also not unusual for boys to learn how to work hard in tilling and seeding and caring for the animals. It is odd, however, for a girl to learn. That never stopped Kira. She had 3 older brothers, and a mother constantly trying to keep her inside to learn sewing and cooking and what not. But that's not the life Kira wanted; she wanted to be a hero someday. She wanted to be strong; in fact stronger than her brothers. She would often compete with the other boys in her town on top of her brothers to truly make herself strong; being a girl did not make her any less than any of them.
  
  The day came when she was really allowed to put that to the test. When the enemy ships were found, people all over were recruited to begin training for the army. All the boys in the village were called upon, including her brothers, and not wanting to be left out Kira also grabbed a ride to the training grounds. She wanted to make a real name for herself, her name up in lights, her tales told in stories and sung in legends... She wanted grandeur... and she almost didn't get it because of her gender, but she proved herself to be a worthy advocate against the boys from her village and her brothers, if rusty and uneducated with weaponry. What Kira lacked in strength, she made up for in cunning and quickness. And as a show of the change she was making, she went from introducing herself as 'Kye-Ruh' to 'Kee-Duh', a name that was less feminine and something she could use in battle without feeling like she was allowing herself to sound weak.
  
  She's been training in the army every since. She hasn't seen any real battle yet, she's still not very well trained, but she's trying. She wants to be a hero someday, and that kind of motivation would drag anyone along with it.
  
  
  
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  Stats

  
  
  

  • Health: 60/60
  • Attack: 3
  • Defense: 3
  • Magic: 2
  • Resistance: 3
  • Movement: 8 cells
  • +10% ACC
  • +15% ASS
  • +15% EVA
  • BEAST attribute.
  • AIR attribute.

  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  

  • Second Chance: Remains the same.
  • Rescue: A basic skill that allows the Gryphon Rider to carry an infantry unit on their mount and protect them from further harm.
  • Screech: An active skill that lowers the Defense of a foe by one level and raises the Attack of all allies within a range of two cells. Any unit riding a gryphon as well will receive +1 movement, friend or foe. Not stackable, but the effects last for the remainder of the battle.

  
  

  Inventory

  
  1- Rapier
  2- Vulnerary
  3-
  4-
  5-
  
  

  Relationships

  
  .......
  

  Skill Bank

  
  Um?
  

  
  
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  Tazia Cotton
  View attachment 335365 View attachment 335366 View attachment 335367 Race Laguz
  
  5'6"
  The first image is what Tazia looks like mainly, the second image shows what her average battle outfit looks like, and the last is the Rabbit Laguz in it's Primal Form. They're very large, closer to the size of a horse (possibly larger) then the size of a normal bunny. Pale blonde hair is worn medium short with two longer strips, as seen in the first image, and her eyes are a pale orange... a bit of an odd color but then what colors are normal in these kinds of images?
  
  Age 19
  April 13th
  
  Sex Female
  
  Country of Origin Aquano
  
  Role/Faction
  Tazia is a part of the Ifrinic Tribal Resistance because her parents were part of the resistance. She doesn't want their deaths to be in vein, and continues to stand strong, though she is seeing how the team is falling apart at the seams. She's heard rumors of another resistance in Wyndan and is currently travelling there to try and discover what the truths of that rumor is, and if they are true to perhaps unite the strengths of the two resistances. She just wants to bring Taros down, really, so who ever is able to do that she is with.
  
  Personality
  Tazia is proud of her Laguz heritage, spiteful towards knights, and overall sassy about mostly anything. She's highly playful with other bright spirited folks who aren't knights, and tends to have odd curiosities about people and customs. She grew up in Aquano, where bits of everything end up, but it's interesting to meet people who only know one or two religions or traditions and that stand by them whole heartedly. She also has a bit of a cowardly streak... if she's in danger, her instinct is to run... she fights to overcome this; she doesn't want to be a scaredy bunny. That being said, she also doesn't want to die... so there are times she flees the scene.
  
  History
  Tazia was lucky enough to grow up surrounded by all kinds of folks. Her parents were exceptionally open minded and tolerant. Though they did still teach Tazia about the pride she should have thanks to her bloodline and that would often go to her head (I mean, who wouldn't think themselves pretty cool for turning into a giant bunny?).
  
  Peace was short lived thanks to the other continent invaders; and not because they were invading Aquano, but because it set Taros into motion in trying to conquer everything. Tazia's parents were some of the Laguz fighting on the front line... she at least has no regrets. Her parents knew that she loved them, she said it a few times on the day they never came home... Her only regret was not being ready for battle; for not being able to watch her parents backs. But she was too young in her parent's eyes. She was taken in by a friend of the family and though she was sad about her loss, she didn't let it slow her down. Her mourning was in defeating those who had taken her parents from her, mainly the Taros-Infrinic Alliance, and any knight.
  
  She joined up with the Resistance after she went on a journey to seek them out, having been left letters by her parents for her to read when she was of age. It was a resistance they had been a part of, and now it was her turn... but the resistance was weak at best so Tazia has been seeking ways to bring things back together. She will fight Taros until her last breath, but it would be nice to have some allies that won't fall apart against one well aimed kick from the military.
  
  

  Class

  
  Rabbit Laguz
  
  These rabbits aren’t like your typical singing forest animals. Rabbit Laguz turn into big scary rabbit monsters and hop around hella fast and shit. They’re all about movement and speed. Their other shit is average, save for their resistance. Their resistance is pretty shit. So you know the drill. Set that bunny on fuckin’ fire.
  
  Beast Stone
  
  

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  Inventory

  
  
  1.Beast Stone
  2.Torch
  3.Antitoxin
  4.
  5.
  
  

  Relationships

  
  ....
  

  Skill Bank

  
  Um?
  

  
  

 

[theplasticdemon]

• Aaryn
• Raganmar
• Lirim
• Soa
• MayMarie

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  Aaryn Edurne
  Lone Silver Warrior​
  

  ​
  Race:
  Human
  
  Appearance:
  Aaryn is about 5'7 with silver hair and blue eyes that contrast with her mocha coloured skin. To many people, she looks feral and has a dangerous look to her. Like a bear, she has a proud, yet strong aura to those around her. Aaryn wears hella furs and riding shoes able to resist cold water and grapple onto a wyvern. Brass knee pads provide even more protection than before. Even though the girl doesn't have too much fat on her, it's all muscle boys and girls~ it's not much of a statement however because of how modest and undefined they seem to be. Her hair is normally worn up in a high ponytail with two braids tied with multiple strands of red ribbons, showing her golden piercings on multiple areas of her ear. Casually carries around her hand painted polearm axe and rides on a pure white wyvern. Her dragon even has similar colourings to her with her silver hair and blue eyes. Her axe is better depicted here:
  
  

  Spoiler

  

  Her wyvern is pretty badass too:
  
  

  Spoiler

  

  
  Age:
  19
  Born December 17
  
  Sex:
  Female
  
  Country of Origin:
  Wynda
  
  Role/Faction:
  The Resistance. Though she lives in the mountains of Wynda, Aaryn likes to defend from the air since it's pretty hard to defeat someone flying so quickly with pretty high defense. She has saved countless rebels from execution by flying with her snow white wyvern "Winnie", short for Bronwyn (the wyvern is a dude, by the way) and has earned herself a pretty good position in the resistance. Wynda has a pretty rainy and snowy climate, so it was rather easy for her to blend in with her pure white wyvern. She can also provide wind power for travelling to places much quicker. As someone tanky, she's good for killing people and covering a lot of ground doing so.
  
  Personality:
  Aaryn has lived alone for most of her life. Sure she had a tribe and everything, but it's not really the same as having siblings of your own. Due to not really knowing much about her past, the girl has had to depend on herself and become self reliant at a younger age. Aaryn has lived a rather sheltered childhood up in the mountains with all them Ice Manaketes. Aaryn has adapted to the cold weather and considers the harsh cold to be her home. She has come to find that she's never liked the warm weather of Satrella, but since she's kinda here anyways, who really cares what she wants? Aaryn is brave and adventurous. She didn't hesitate to befriend a fucking wyvern. She didn't hesitate to train with an axe made of rocks and wood and hunt for her own food that way. The girl was taught at a young age to become strong and to "carve your own destiny out of ice and snow".
  
  Being sheltered to the world below, Aaryn was instilled with traditional Ordinist beliefs. Not the one to make the weak serve the strong, but for the strong to protect the weak and is willing to do almost anything it takes to save her friends, even for her own safety if she is close enough to the person. Don't get me wrong, Aaryn takes a long time to befriend anyone that doesn't have much in common. Considering her childhood, it's not a lot of people. She takes longer than most people to put her trust into someone. Aaryn has a tough skin and values her freedom above all else. Once you do get on her good side, you won't regret it. Aaryn is secretly very moral and thinks in a way that a traditional knight is, except with a bit more sass and suspicion. The only person (or animal) that Aaryn has the closest bond to is her wyvern, affectionately named Bronwyn. Described as wild and feral, Aaryn has a bit of trouble adjusting to social norms and formalities.
  
  Aaryn has some identity issues. There are many times where she ponders her life and thinks about where she belongs, never coming to a clear and definite answer. She's not a manakete, there aren't many people that are able to bond with fearsome wyverns, Aaryn wasn't raised with anybody else to give her a second opinion on her views. This leaves her lost as well as confused as to who she really is. Aaryn does feel like a outcast and feels that there isn't really any world worth liing in if you don't really know who you are. With this, she feels that Bronwyn is the one creature that is able to understand her and would do just about anything for him. And I mean anything.
  
  History:
  So Aaryn is going to be my first amnesiac character I've ever made. Yay for me, I guess. But even though she might not remember, I certainly do! And I'm going to tell you. So Aaryn was born to two normal human parents. Her mother had died in the middle of childbirth while her father was nowhere to be seen. This left Aaryn, as a little baby girl, in the snowy valley of Wynda wrapped in nothing but furs around her body to keep her warm. Luckily, before she got hypothermia and died, the famously rumoured Ice Manakete tribe found her in the freezing cold. What was strange about this particular baby was that in the midst of all that seemed dire, she smiled against the ice.
  
  Her silver hair and calming blue eyes made the Manakete tribe trust her and raise her on her own. All Aaryn really remembered was being raised in the mountains for the rest of her life. If she had even bothered to ask, Aaryn was found on the side of a snowy valley smiling. There were specific manaketes that did treat her like traditional parents, but they were more like mentors. The Manaketes treated her as equals, learning their traditions and about Ordinism. Whenever she felt sad or lonely about being the only human amongst people that weren't like her, her elders would comfort her by telling her that Aaryn didn't need to transform like the others did to be powerful or feel accepted.
  
  Aaryn, being human, was also tasked to bring back certain things from neighbouring human villages by traversing through the forest. She also occasionally left the mountain to hunt with an axe made of stone and wood. Aaryn took the hunted meat for food as well as fur for herself (since Ice Manaketes are immune to the cold). Some Aaryn even sold to the market. Basically, Aaryn was living a childhood as a winter hunter. When Aaryn was 16, she saved up enough gold to buy her very first real axe. Eventually, the new weapon of her's made her strikes much more powerful and deadly. This way, Aaryn was able to keep up with her Manakete hunting partners and even gather more money for the sheltered tribe.
  
  Even though for years she was unaware of Wynda's political issues, Aaryn found herself to be able to make more money when trading with the Rebels as well as other members of the Resistance. In the more crowded cities, Aaryn found that authorities would treat her differently and found that she was rather strange. Aaryn wouldn't really reveal where her tribal clothing came from. It was really, the first time she had ever felt unsafe. Luckily, a Resistance member was able to help get her out of that situation in exchange for goods from the countryside. Eventually, she became a loyal ally, even if she wasn't an active part of the fighting. Except when she got to ride on her first ever wyvern.
  
  So, Aaryn was in your typical snowy forest/valley hunting for game as she saw a majestic snow white creature fly from the sky. Aaryn couldn't believe her eyes. They looked like dragons... but at the same time they looked much different. Aaryn was scared at first, but somehow, in her gut, she knew that this white wyvern was her calling. Whistling towards the wyvern, it had been wounded on its leg. The creature seemed to act rather tamely towards her, maybe she had been around dragons for so long that the creature seemed so calm around her? Still, the woman offered her the leftovers from her last hunt and spent the night with the wyvern, offering it shelter as well as a fire and food for the night. It was like having something to take care of without the full on hassle. While Bronwyn was tame, he had acted rather distant until she had started to spent time with him.
  
  The white wyvern was beckoned the silver haired girl to ride on its back. From practice with her adopted family, Aaryn became a bit of a natural. They would later become formidable hunting partners as her hunts became more and more successful by the days. Soon, bigger animals like deer and larger caribou could be caught without ease. Instead of wildly swinging her axe about, Bronwyn could quietly swoop down and sink his fangs into the poor prey. From then on, Bronwyn the Wyvern and Aaryn the Wyvern knight was born. To top it all off, her Manakete family couldn't be any more proud. That was once she started having a more active role in the Resistance. Finding out that it's own government was turning against it's own nation, the misfit Wyvern Knight decided to fight.
  
  Aaryn learned how to rescue other rebels from being executed by simply flying away on her mount, though of course she couldn't save all of them. In fact, she learned how to fight actual sentient beings through the war and through fighting guards that sided with Taros. Even though Aaryn doesn't really know the whole story between Satrella and Neth, all she is really fighting for is her freedom and for the freedom of her Wyndian friends in the Resistance. Her unique skill set and upbringing was what made the higher ups of the Resistance bring her along on their journey. Despite her first time being away from Wynda, her family told her everything would be alright. With their permission and approval, her and Bronwyn are officially travelling outside of Wynda with the resistance and the Assembly of Neth. Maybe finally, she could prove that Aaryn truly does belong somewhere.
  
  
  winter does not sleep
  
  
  

  Class

  
  
  Wyvern Knight ⟶ Revenant Knight
  Axe Rank: D
  DRAGON, AIR
  
  Tanky af, best with melee fights. Can't really dodge hits all too well, so she's best to stay away from archers and anyone that knows how to use magic. Dragon hunters are also out of the question. She's speedy, and deals a lot of damage at once. Her health is also pretty good. However, all of this is exempt when you're wielding ice. A snowball means nothing when you've been left on a snowy valley to die as a child. Really good when paired next to a mage or any support. Lots of potential to be a boss-killer. Also good for rescue, once you're on Winnie's back, you're practically safe. Covers a lot of ground, good for killing sprees.
  
  

  Stats

  
  
  Health: 70/70
  ACC: 100 | CRIT(^): 20 | EVA: 40 | LUCK: 20
  ASS: 0 BLOK: 15
  Att(^): 4 Def: 4 Mag: 2 Res: 1 Mov: 8
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  Winter Soldier*: Resistance temporarily increases to 4 when fighting against ice magic. Immune to frostbite in other cases. The Resistance does not stay high afterwards. Passive skill.
  
  Lunge: An active skill that gives the Wyvern Knight the choice to switch cells with the enemy they’re attacking, even if they’re attacking from a distance.
  

  Inventory

  
  
  1. Hammer - D rank, Armour
  2. Hand Axe - D rank, ranged
  3. Elixer (3) - Heals a character fully
  4.
  5.
  
  

  Relationships

  
  Rakhill: B
  
  

  Skill Bank

  
  
  Second Chance: Basic Skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. Can only be used once until it’s refilled.
  
  Rescue: A Basic Skill that allows the unit to carry an infantry unit on their mount and protect them from further harm.
  
  

  
  
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  Raganmar "Ragan" Abbadon
  Fox Eyes​
  
  Race
  Branded
  
  
  Appearance
  Ragan is rather tall with only the minimal amount of muscle or fat on his body. He wasn't built like a bodybuilder, but he's no milk drinker either. He stands at around 6'3 and as you can tell... he's Branded. His tattoos are actually rather prominent, they almost dominate his muscular back and chest, even his upper arms and some of his neck and forehead in strange geometric lines. Luckily, the clothes he usually wears covers his skin and body, so he's able to function like a typical ninja. Besides, when he turns invisible, it's not like you can actually see anyways. In case you were wondering, he has glorious mid-back length scarlet hair with icy blue eyes. Speaking of icy, you might notice that his jawline and general bone structure is rather angular and pointed than the average person. Light, yet layered red clothing to cover up his face.
  
  
  Age
  25
  
  
  Sex
  Male
  Born October 30
  
  
  Country of Origin
  Taros
  
  
  Role/Faction
  He's part of the Tarosian-Ifrinic Alliance. Ragan's rather new to the ninja organization The Eyes and Ears. They're less well-known than the actual army and their 13 Apostles, but that's sort of the point, isn't it? Anyway, even with his talent, Ragan isn't quite sure about the ropes of what the organization really does other than getting information and low-key assassinating people. He's more in it for the money than anything and wouldn't have his loyalty if he wasn't paid as much as he was. Most people, even on the job, don't really get to see anyone's faces, so the only distinguishing feature he has is his height as his tattoos and long red hair are completely covered.
  
  
  Personality
  Ragan isn't a talker. He hates small talk, and he hates socializing over petty things. Not to say he isn't talkative, in fact, most of what he says is cynical, sassy, blunt or even all of the above. Ragan has an extremely dark sense of humour and hates phoniness above everything else. He holds contempt for the Tarosian leaders and is a realist to the very end. Some say he's a bit intense due to Ragan's "cut-the-bullshit" way of dealing with things is intimidating. He has an outward confidence that is quite rare of a new recruit like himself. He gives off a sort of feeling that he would rather be alone, which isn't the case.
  
  
  Despite his tough exterior, Ragan isn't a bad person. It's just that he expects his the intention of his home country, a more powerful force, would have to ride over his personal morals. He's seen the shit that the Tarosian army does in order to secure their power, but he's just a ninja, with no family or legal ties with no immediate ways to run away. And what if he does run away? What would they do? Kill him, imprison him, force him to commit some form of debauchery? Secretly, he's just afraid like everyone else. That, and because he doesn't really have anything to lose other than his life. Personally, he sees anything else as being worse than death.
  
  
  Ragan was used to the concept of tough love to the point that he finds being overly cynical towards someone easier than showing genuine love. I mean, considering he's going to join the good guys, Ragan has to have a good side, right? Ragan is honest and is the guy you want to go to for actual real advice. The tall man has never been a person of academic accord, but he's cunning and street-smart in his own way. Ragan is also the type of guy that can easily intimidate someone just by glaring at him. He's basically all bark and no bite. Unless he has to bite for whatever reason. Ragan is self-concious about himself and his abilities, hence the tough exterior and devil-may-care demeanour.
  
  
  History
  Ragan's childhood wasn't the happiest. He grew up in the slums of Taros, never knowing his father. Some say it was a one night stand that they both immediately regretted. His father was human while his mother was a branded. Upon seeing her brands, the father immediately regretted said action and left them out to rot on the streets. Ragan's mother now owned a tavern that was quite popular during the night with an inn in the upper floor. He slept in his own room tucked in the corner where nothing other than the noise from the level below. Even though they were well off compared to everyone else in the slums, Ragan's mother wasn't really the most loving mother.
  
  
  She wasn't abusive, but she was quite negligent of him. I mean, Ragan could just murder someone in cold blood, and his mother wouldn't even bat an eye. The regular routine was waking up in the tavern, clean up the bars and the tables a little bit since his mother was too hungover in the morning, take the money left out for him on the table and go out doing whatever the fuck he wanted. It was simply the bare minimum, a couple of gold coins. If he wanted anything else, Ragan had to sort of figure it out. His childhood caused him to have trust issues and later on, intimacy issues. This is what happens because of bad parenting, guys. Because of how poor he was, Ragan only learned to read and write through the other kids in the slums. However, he never had many friends and normally spent his school days alone.
  
  
  The only way he could get money was just plain horrible. Like most people in the slums, he had to commit crimes to survive. First it was straight up stealing from people, joining gangs, and later, he was doing paid crimes. Crimes that people with riches paid him to commit for their own benefits. This turned out to be a much more profitable and lucrative job for him to do. Compared to most people, Ragan found that while his looks made him look threatening, he wasn't going to get what he wanted if he straight up acted like a thug. He was lean, antisocial and quiet. Who would give him money out of fear? The foolish kind. And the foolish never had money.
  
  
  So, his fear tactic was to be a stealthy little snake, stealing and stalking his victims before they even knew what hit him. He got pretty good at this, despite not having any professional training, perhaps it was being Branded. He was normally paid off by people that desperately wanted his services at first, but the number and his own reputation begun to grow within the corrupted market of rich people. Until now, Ragan never really stuck with the aristocrats that paid him for very long, moving from job to job. However, everything changed when he was hired by a rich man part of the Tarosian military. The strange man was recruiting ninjas for the Eyes and Ears. They paid him quite a hefty amount, and so he joined. The rest was history.
  
  
  When the war started, Ragan was tasked to spy and gain information on the Nethite explorers. He wasn't allowed to kill like any other soldier was, but with his skill at staying quiet he observed the explorers. They genuinely didn't seem malicious in the slightest, but Ragan couldn't help but feel a nauseous feeling as he saw the explorers get brutally murdered by the people he was fighting for. Of course, thinking that he really needed the money, Ragan stayed with the Tarosian army. He's still part of the Eyes and Ears and is tasked to become a spy for the Assembly. At least, a spy that's going to eventually come around to the good side.​
  
  
  view to hell is blue sky​

  Class

  
  
  Ninja ⟶ Shinobi
  Hidden Weapon Rank: D Gauntlet Rank: E
  
  Stealthy and very hard to catch. Your best bet is to lure him into attacking and don't let go. Needs to be careful of others with eagle eye. Good with critical hits as well as avoiding them. His defence is good due to being branded, as his resistance. Try to hit him. I dare you. The only weak spot is his attack, and his magic. Ragan's never been a fan of the magical arts, but due to his need for being undetectable, he can't just be out here carrying axes. Ragan typically watches out for any archers and their deadly accuracy. His health is deadly low.
  
  

  Stats

  
  
  Health: 40/40
  ACC: 100 | CRIT: 25 | EVA: 55 | LUCK(^): 15
  ASS: 0 BLOK: 0
  Att: 2 Def(^): 4 Mag(v): 1 Res: 4 Mov: 6 cells
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  
  Pick: Active skill that allows the Ninja to use a Lockpick.
  
  Eagle Eye: Passive skill that gives the Ninja increased visibility in the dark or fog.
  
  Invisibility: Active skill that allows the Ninja to become invisible to enemy perception. If they attack someone in this state, they will do twice as much damage, but they will become visible again. You can only attack once when invisible and they cannot be critical hits, however, invisible attacks cannot be dodged.
  
  What's Your Poison?*: If Ragan hits his first attack but misses his second on the same enemy, the enemy will trigger a poisoned status effect immediately after. Personal skill.
  
  

  Inventory

  
  
  1. Snake Tongue - D rank, 25% chance of inflicting Poison
  2. Slim claws - E rank, +15% EVA, -5 damage
  3. Lockpick (15) - Thieves can use these on doors and chests.
  4.
  5.
  
  

  Relationships

  
  
  Name: Rank
  
  

  Skill Bank

  
  
  Second Chance: Basic Skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. Can only be used once until it’s refilled.
  
  Capture: Basic Skill. Allows the unit to capture opponents in place of killing them. Requires Ropes or Chains.
  
  

  
  
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  Lirim Aazaad
  Wanderer​
  
  
  
  Race
  Human
  
  Appearance
  Lirim is a pretty tall and lean guy, standing at about 6'1. He has dark skin and has that exotic vibe and desert feel to him. His hair is in dreadlocks and tied together with little turquoise beads and little accents. Even though this isn't really an appearance thing, Lirim has a light Ifrinian accent, the closest thing it resembles in our world is a soft Middle Eastern accent. His clothing isn't very thick, it's just light layers piled on top of each other. The golden spherical jewellery adorning his clothes are just religious Siet symbols. Most of his other clothes are just a thin cotton burgundy. Lirim smells faintly of spices while his mount, Azha is painted with tribal markings and adorned with the same sort of Sietic jewelry.
  
  Age
  24
  Born May 23
  
  Sex
  Male
  
  Country of Origin
  Ifrin
  
  Role/Faction
  He sort of freely roams the wilderness as of now, but most poeple think he's part of one of the Tarosian Alliance coming from one of the legendary warrior tribes of Ifrin. While half of that is true, he's been lurking in the country of Taros and Wynda. He lives off of the wild and has like his own little tent with some land. Lirim closely associates himself with the likes of the nomadic Laguz since humans aren't known to live amongst the Tarosian wilderness. Technically a part of the Tribe of Wanderers.
  
  Personality
  Lirim is a free spirit. He doesn't like to get tied down by any sort of barrier and prefers to live life without anyone pressuring him to do anything he doesn't want to do. He's independent and can never stay in one place for a long time. Lirim is like the bearable version of the tumblr word wanderlust. Despite the political tension of his country, Lirim doesn't really like to talk about negative things in his life. Hell, all he wants to do is travel the world on a badass horse. If he had an affinity for one element in the Siet religion, it would for sure be wind since he doesn't really have a place to belong, he just blows on by with his daily life. Honestly he's just a chill guy and doesn't get angry easily. Lirim also isn't afraid to call someone on their shit, since he feels that the only thing he'll lose afterwards is the fact he totally didn't take advantage of the opportunity to call someone out on their shit, feel me?
  
  He doesn't like commitment and always finds a way to run away from his problems. Other than that, he's philosophical and prefers to live life by his own means. Lirim truly values nature, as resourceful of a guy he is, he's not wasteful. He doesn't like to hurt animals as much as he likes getting revenge on people that hurt him. He's also a charmer and avid ladies man, and due to his fear of commitment, he's broken quite a few hearts. As well, he's very open minded and is quite adaptable to change. Secretly, he's just a lost tumbleweed that's just floating in the wind. He has no real direction in where his life goes as long as he knows it's the right direction, everything seems peachy for him. Lirim, does, however, have a tendency to be rather kind and generous. While he may not have a purpose, he would probably try and help someone who does.
  
  History
  Lirim was born to a nomadic warrior tribe in Ifrin. He carved his own bow, wore Sietic jewellery and rode on his very own horse as a typical tradition. They never stayed in one place for very long, consistently moving in order to survive. It was tiring considering they never lived in lavish luxury, only moving because he had to. Normally the situation was either die from natural causes such as strong sandstorms and dehydration or keep on moving. Keep on moving they did. Lirim never really had a strong sentimental connection with any single place since years of walking through the desert your entire life exploring every Ifrinic city eventually blurred your connection. He spent his childhood riding a horse or shooting a bow it became natural to him.
  
  Anyways, the tribe did what they did whenever they approached every city, trade for food, get money, hunt, buy shit, and occasionally Lirim would have a fling or two. Then the tribe would be on their way. Most people would consider it sad, considering Lirim himself is a product of one or two of those flings, but the desert man was quite content with his life. He got to sightsee, and enjoy the new experiences, even if he never got a chance to rest. But at the age of 19, shit had turned around for him.
  
  It was a bigger city this time, crowded and full of people from all over the world trading spices, silks, gold, almost anything you could really imagine. Lirim and the tribe were doing the things they normally did, and being the wandering soul that he is, began to walk around the city alone. That's when he met her. He had a couple of days left in the village and let's just say... she was fine. Like the most beautiful girl-- no, woman he had ever laid his eyes on. They hit it off and it was practically the closest thing Lirim had ever experienced to love at first sight. Now, as charming and friendly as the man is, he's not the classic romantic type. But for some reason, love really fucks up your brain. He had a fun three days with her, they even did the do. With any other city the tribe had crossed, Lirim had to leave once again. The city in particular hit him harder than most. He had never felt that way for anybody else, and like any first love, he moved on... but it still affected him to this day. Being as non-committal as he was, Lirim didn't go after her, afraid of being tied down.
  
  Eventually, army of Taros found the nomadic tribe, asking to join the alliance. While most of the tribe members accepted, Lirim found himself sneaking away at night. He didn't want to be tied down with a powerhouse such as Taros, so him and his horse sprinted all the way into the Tarosian wilderness. Due to him moving around, Lirim's only heard faint rumours of the war, but as of now, he's still as clueless as before. Presently, he's just chilling a couple of kilometres away from our little Assembly/Wyndan Resistance with his misfit Laguz tribe. Don't worry, he's not harmful by any means, and eventually he'll join the good guys! Yay!​
  
  
  fly, the wind it will take me ​

  Class

  
  
  Nomad ⟶ Nomad Trooper
  Bow Rank: D
  BEAST
  
  Pretty well rounded if I do say so myself. He's mobile, has good health and relative defence. Lirim is a master at attacking and fleeing fast enough his enemies won't catch him. He can fire quickly and cover a lot of ground. It's best if he's at a distance with his enemies, though. He's a good shot, and can hit from far distances. Just... don't set his horse on fire or dismount him. That's very rude. Lirim can also shoot down any air unit, easy peasy. He's also hard to hit down. Good for rescuing units.
  
  

  Stats

  
  
  Health: 70/70
  ACC: 100 | CRIT(^): 20 | EVA: 50 | LUCK: 15
  ASS: 10 BLOK: 0
  Att(^): 4 Def: 3 Mag: 2 Res: 3 Mov: 8 cells
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  Into The Winds: A passive skill. Movement increases by 1 cell when carrying another unit via the rescue skill
  
  Brotherhood*: +10% LUCK for both parties when partnered up.
  
  

  Inventory

  
  
  1. Longbow - D rank, Extra Ranged, Air
  2. Smoke Bomb (3) - Inflicts Blind effect on enemies.
  3. Pure Water (3) - Raises a unit's Resistance by two levels for 1 turn. 3 uses.
  4.
  5.
  
  

  Relationships

  
  
  Roth: C
  
  

  Skill Bank

  
  
  Second Chance: Basic Skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. Can only be used once until it’s refilled.
  
  Rescue: A Basic Skill that allows the unit to carry an infantry unit on their mount and protect them from further harm.
  
  

  
  
  
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  Soa Xavier
  Vigilante Princess​
  
  Race
  Human
  
  Appearance
  Her elf ears don't exist, they're not a thing man. From head to toe, Soa has long, waist length hair that she ties up in a high ponytail or in a thick braid if she's feeling fancy. They're a pastel minty green colour and highlighted with some bright cyan edges. They have a rather asymmetrical, layered design to them, falling in sharp edges that make her seem all the more intimidating. Adorning her ears are golden studs and adorning her eyes is a black eyepatch. A sweet button nose and innocent-looking face that's all the while misleading, leading down to a rather lean body. Soa is rather tall for a woman, standing at around 5'9. Her clothes are made of brown leather and plated with a metal of the same colour. Her stomach isn't uncovered, however, it's merely a thin black cotton for mobility. Several belts are worn around her waist with a quiver full of bows and a small dagger as well as a pouch to put her equipment. The pieces of clothing are also lined with the same cyan. Basically, it's a perfect example of Tarosian clothing, mixing Roman and Japanese styles together with a red cape. Finally, brown leather boots are worn with metal-tipped edges. She also has scars all over her stomach and chest that she refuses to acknowledge.
  
  Age
  23
  Born November 6
  
  Sex
  Female
  
  Country of Origin
  Taros
  
  Role/Faction
  She used to work for for the Tarosian-Ifrinic Alliance and hated her fucking job. Soa captured fierce targets with the help of bodyguards for sums of money. However, she hated the fact that she never got the pay that she desired when her leader would take most of the bounties. Good if you need a quick buck. Soa has heard of the Assembly of Neth and is willing to make some money and make it as an independent bounty hunter. Or so she thought. Known to flatter and flirt with male mercenaries to do her bidding.
  
  Personality
  Soa is willing to do a lot of things for golden coins. She's all about being self-sustaining and supporting herself. Ever since she lost her eye, she's been a lot more paranoid than she was before, thinking that everyone is just a gold digging whore, herself included. The woman appears powerful and intimidating, which to some extent she is. Surviving so long as a trapper means having street smarts as well as strategy smarts. She has her background to thank for being educated and well-spoken, though she doesn't use this in the best way. Soa is cunning and plans for each word of her's to cut, and deeply. Her intimidating and powerful demeanour aid in her street-smarts.
  
  She's not afraid to do anything to make that sale. From this, she's learned to flirt, seduce, threaten and even blackmail most of her sellers into paying in gold. Saying that she prefers to work alone is quite an understatement. The way she normally accepts help is by paying off someone to do her bidding for one target and be done with them. Finding a good bounty partner is hard, and trusting them is harder. Cynical, blunt and with a dark sense of humour, Soa isn't the best person to have a nice cup of tea with. However, once she does, you'll find that she's actually not as much of an asshole as you thought. The sight of blood makes her sick, and seeing someone's corpse makes her sicker. In fact, if there's an option to, Soa will not kill by any means, she simply doesn't.
  
  Soa isn't the type to let go of her past. In fact, she tends to run away from her problems and be rather dismissive about them. However, what she doesn't do is let go of a grudge. Truly, Soa is a good person, joining the good guys and all. The thing is, she likes to solve things on her own terms and she's a bit "ride or die". A vigilante, if you will and if there's something she doesn't deem right, you will hear about it. She doesn't even do it for sadistic reasons, just to capture and then sell them back for a good sum of money, is that really so bad?
  
  History
  Born to Tarosian nobles, life for Soa wasn't always as independent as she intended. Her father was a hyper-masculine, stubborn, knight and her mother was a flirty noblewoman. Soa's family history revolved around a centuries old empire of mercenaries. They weren't a conventional noble family, regardless of gender, most children born into the family were taught to fight and learn battle strategies on top of engaging in politics and academics. However, Soa wasn't really... interested in any of those subjects. But knowing they were important, she went along with it. Whenever they went to the popular commercial centres in Taros, the most intriguing part of it all was the business negotiations. The way they seemed to master the art of persuasion, the power paper and pen possessed, the power of gold most of all... was that not why mercenaries like her ancestors fought for?
  
  Soa was hooked. Being the only child, she was expected to follow and take over the mini-mercenary empire. Similar to a mob in modern day, they were loyal as hell to Emporor Steele and were a good source of where most of the fighters were from. Though, with a empire of employed fighters, there were rivalries amongst the Xavier family, like who was going to take over. Once the patriarch, Takeshi Xavier had fallen ill suddenly and passed away in his sleep, all chaos ran rampant. And who stepped in to take the inheritance?
  
  No one other than Soa's uncle. Not by birth, but by marrying into the family. His wife had died of a recent heart attack, leaving his elder son open to take the crown. It wasn't a secret that it was a loveless marriage and he had practically married her to get closer to his true obsession, Soa's mother. He had always made Soa uncomfortable with such... bold actions taken to flirt with her mother during events ever since she was a child. Some rumours even went around that poisoning could be the reason her father died. Either way, the man was not good news, by not good news, he was an utter psychopath, and cutthroat motherfucker.
  
  The poor girl was ambushed in the middle of the night by his henchmen, telling her to let his son take the empire or he would kill both her and her mother. Of course, her mother was a key link to marrying into the empire and with fear, she agreed. The plan was to ensure that his son would take over as Soa was claimed to be either dead or exiled from the family. Of course, to really make sure to get the job done, at the last minute, she felt a knife scrape over her left eye and proceeded to pierce the knife in other parts of her upper body for sadistic effect before killing her. Soa screamed out in pain, drawing the attention of the rest of the mercenaries that were still on her side. Before they could get caught, her uncle's crew had already left.
  
  They had found her bleeding out and took her to a healer. It took a couple of days for them to stop the bleeding and get her to walkable state. Her eye had officially been lost, being removed to prevent infection and given an eyepatch to prevent... more infection. Weeks had passed by once she was able to fight as well as catch up on her studies. Once she reached her estate, she was quickly stopped by one of the servants that had hospitalized her from before. The servant told her that within those weeks of her remaining back to her healthy state, he had married Soa's mother, officially taking over the family. She was known as exiled for treason, the reason why being shoved under the rug. Of course, the servant helped her out, sneaking in her bow, ropes and other resources along with a gold purse and spare leather armour. Her hair was cut into sharp edges, transforming from a noble in detailed dresses to... Soa the bounty hunter.
  
  6 months had passed by as Soa did odd jobs, capturing people for sums of money until she found her way back to the Tarosian-Ifrinic Alliance under a leader. As I have stated, she hated her job, pay was low as her lowly bodyguards still got some of the cut for doing nothing at all. Now was the time to put her passion for business to use. Hiring mercenaries on one time shifts became her forte, gathering her and her hired fighter more gold than ever. Soa was on a trail of blackmail and seduction for even more pay as she began to lack a side to fight for. When making her way into an inn she was staying at, Soa had heard of foreign nobles from some place called "Neth", meaning some big sums of money. Little does she know what might happen if they cross paths... Either way, her goal as of now is to survive, make her own empire of mercenaries and bounty hunters and kill her uncle as well as his spoiled demon spawn of a son. In order, though the second and third part of her goal would very well be switched around if need be.​
  
  
  cold as november​

  Class

  
  
  Trapper ⟶ Bounty Hunter
  Bow Rank: D Gauntlet Rank: E
  
  Soa is not fit for combat, so leave her alone without any form of backup and she's practically done for. It's lucky that it's rare she gets hit, with her EVA and LUK and all. However, her techniques such as laying down traps and capturing most without fail is useful in battle. Or blackmail. Has a lot more rope and chains than the regular person. The potential to tip the scales in your favour is huge. She is able to deal lots of nonlethal damage, and even though her main purpose is not to fight, she's not half bad with a bow. Just be careful not to step on anything dangerous. Or corner enemies to the dangerous parts of the map.
  
  

  Stats

  
  
  Health(^): 65/65
  ACC: 100 | CRIT: 10 |EVA(^): 60 | LUCK: 25
  ASS: 0 BLOK: 0
  Att: 2 Def: 3 Mag: 3 Res: 3 Mov: 6 cells
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  Tricks of the Trade*: Soa herself cannot fall into traps.
  
  Lasso: An active skill that allows the Trapper to use Ropes or Chains as a lasso to capture any unarmored, unmounted unit without fail when standing next to the target or one cell away.
  
  Bear Trap: An active skill that sets down a bear trap on an adjacent cell. Victims that step on it receive the Cripple Status Effect. Requires the item Bear Trap to be in the Trapper’s inventory. Ineffective against Mounted and Armored units.
  
  Rope Trap: An active skill that requires 1 of either the Ropes or Chains items to set up a noose trap that tightens around the ankle and pulls the victim upward and upside down to await capture when they step on the cell adjacent to the Trapper in which the trap was placed. Obviously prevents the trapped unit from taking any action and is ineffective against Mounted and Armored units. An allied infantry unit can cut them loose if they’re in an adjacent cell.
  
  

  Inventory

  
  
  1. Cupid's Bow - D rank, Air, -5 Damage, 25% chance of inflicting Love Effect
  2. Ropes (3) - Used to capture enemies and create traps
  3. Chains (3) - Used to capture enemies and create traps. Makes the escape chance rise twice as slow
  4. Bear Traps (3) - Required for Bear Trap skill.
  5.
  
  

  Relationships

  
  
  Name: Rank
  
  

  Skill Bank

  
  
  Second Chance: Basic Skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. Can only be used once until it’s refilled.
  
  Capture: Basic Skill. Allows the unit to capture opponents in place of killing them. Requires Ropes or Chains.
  
  

  
  
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  MayMarie St. Lyon
  Redemption in Our Blades​
  
  
  
  
  
  Race
  Human
  
  Appearance
  5'4", but with her heels, it's at an inch higher. May has rather cute, but beautiful features nonetheless from being pampered. To many, her features are undermined by her perpetual bitchface. MayMarie also has a haughty walk, and tends to stare through people than at them. The name of the game is intimidation, despite her height not doing much for her. She has waist length platinum blonde hair and piercing light blue eyes. She flaunts her wealth quite often and arrogantly. This is shown with various mementos with the Desna sigil, and the expensive fabric of her armour. Even the colour scheme of her clothing reflects the Duke of Desna's coat of arms. Has a tendency to point her chin up in the air when talking. Absolutely fearless in the battlefield. A locket is tucked into her clothing along with several rings around her fingers act as a source of motivation.
  
  Age
  19
  
  Born August 9th
  
  Sex
  Female
  
  Country of Origin
  Wynda (Casual Ordinist)
  
  Faction
  The Spellblades: Despite their state being a bit of a mess, May has been loyal to the Spellblades for a majority of her life. She thinks they are essential to preventing corruption within the 12 Dukes and Duchesses of Wynda, especially in regards to protecting her father, the Duke of Desna, otherwise known as Xander St. Lyon. MayMarie feels that she is one of the best spellblades at the moment, but that's just her narcissism... though, it could be true with all the rogue Spellbladers running around. They're trying to take out the corrupt figures of Wynda, so that's what they've been getting their hands full with.
  
  Personality
  May, first and foremost, takes full advantage of her wealth, and likes to parade it around as if she owns the place. We're talking large estates, over-the-top gestures, top of the line, hand-tailored clothing. Anything she wants, she takes. May has a foul mouth, and a sharp tongue, unafraid of speaking her mind despite the consequences. There's no doubt that she's ever harshly rejected a guy that's tried to hit on her once or twice. It's like she's in a constant bad mood, all the time. That is, unless, she's given missions. Cutthroat as well as disarmingly resourceful and clever, she's manipulated, charmed, as well as stabbed many enemies to get what she wants. This has caused the heir to be the subject of rumor, fear, and even respect among her peers.
  
  There is no denying her ambition, though. MayMarie has a high sense of honour being born into a Wyndan noble family. She is a Wyndan nationalist and refuses to step down against any member of the Alliance. However, she tends to be arrogant, and even a total elitist bitch. In fact, most of her troubles comes from being fearless. Pride is her ultimate price piled on top of her recklessness. MayMarie is unafraid of stepping up to an opponent, and if she ever goes down, she'll be cursing her opponent until her last dying breath. This only shows her ineptness at thinking towards the future, and having a severe sense of tunnel vision as a side effect of her anger. Regardless, MayMarie has proven herself to be stubborn to the letter.
  
  Speaking of stubborn, MayMarie can be incredibly dedicated and loyal to you once you have gained her trust and have dealt with her for as long as Gigi has. MayMarie carries on a lot of baggage, and likes to look stronger than she lets on. She feels a sense of vengeance over the Alliance, for wrongfully executing her father. Furthermore, May likes to overcompensate for her size with overaggression and blatant coldness. Truthfully, May's as intimidating as a houseplant when she isn't fighting. Not to mention, insecure, and inwardly emotional. Her ultimate goal is to take her rightful place at the throne of Desna and avenge her father. Who cares if she has to bust some heads wide open?
  
  Backstory
  The St. Lyon name comes from a lot of history as well as Wyndan nobility. MayMarie was born as the oldest daughter of the Duke of Desna, Xander St. Lyon. Early on, she felt the pressures and politics of taking over the throne, and boooy, did she relish that thought. Strenuous courseloads on Ordinism, economics, political parties, academic subjects such as literature, math, and science... you name it all. MayMarie was born a child with big dreams and a snarky attitude. May wanted to do everything all at once. Despite her haughtiness, she developed a sense of devotion for her family very early on, and became a national sweetheart in her own way. Much of her family was confident in her leadership skills from an early age.
  
  Deciding to branch out in her military abilities, she became drawn to the organization of the Spellblades, dedicated to preventing corruption between the 12 central figures in Wynda at a very young age. Her attitude and influence gained the respect and recognition of her mentors, as well as the jealousy and disdain from her peers. MayMarie was now only sent on high-stakes missions, as her status let her gather information and assassinate whoever was in the way. Even though it only added to her arrogance, it also made MayMarie work twice as hard. Balancing a double life was exhilarating and took her away from royal duties every once in a while.
  
  Almost nobody wanted to work with her on missions, except for one fateful Spellblade. Her name was Gigi, and they formed a forced friendship that resulted in her being the only Spellblade that continued to be loyal to the future Duchess of Desna. No one truly spoke to either one of the girls except the other. They continued to go on many missions together, and even though she's not very showy with it, MayMarie deeply cares for her and will go out of her way to make sure Gigi's not hurt. Even though they bicker like old and married frenemies.
  
  To this day, she still thinks they were the best Spellblades. At least... the most loyal.
  
  Her thoughts were only confirmed when the war broke out. The Spellblades had not fallen apart just yet, as the organization had sided with the Resistance, protecting the Dukes and Duchesses in hiding, as well as murdering the traitors. In other words, they had their hands full for the most part. Not to mention, everything was crumbling apart in MayMarie's high-rolling life. Her younger siblings had quickly went under hiding since the slaughter of Imperos. However, the Duke of Desna has made it very vocal that he was not giving up and neither was his family.
  
  While MayMarie and Gigi were assigned to another mission together along with other Spellblades and Wyndan troops to protect the Duke of Desna before they were captured. Naive and hopeful, she prayed to Ord every single night that he would be safe with the rest of her younger siblings. While protecting the Duke of Desna, Wyndan troops fell to the Alliance and were captured. All except for Uryva, Vyn, May (the heir of the throne of Desna), Gigi, and a small band of warriors. Their band was taken underground. Thanks to the Resistance, they were able to free a fuckton of Wyndan troops, and rescue her father and get him underground.
  
  While things seemed to be better for her, her struggle was not completely over. As half of the Dukes switched their loyalties and code to serve the Alliance. A corrupt Spellblade happened to take part in the same mission, relaying the Duke of Desna's location to the Tarosians. Before MayMarie knew it, she was forced to hide away while her father's head remains spiked in front of her estate. Not knowing any better, her devotion to the Spellblades and the Resistance strengthened, as Desna continues to be the center of battle.
  
  The day knowledge of her father's death arrived to her, she refused to eat, train, or accept missions. She really owes a lot to Gigi for helping her get her spirits back, as no other Spellblade in the organization had even bothered. MayMarie had stopped becoming the overconfident future Duchess that they grew to know... she became angry, and if it was even possible, more ambitious and reckless. Though, she returned to her regular self on the outside, it's clear to those that are close to her that she changed after realizing that the throne was going to be stolen by an undeserving Tarosian representative.
  
  Determined to save her country in the midst of war, MayMarie and Gigi make one last trip to Desna on a mission to assassinate the new official and take her place as the rightful Duchess of Desna.​
  
  
  some turn to dust or to gold
  
  

  Class

  
  Spellblade ⟶ Nightstalker
  Hidden Weapons Rank: C
  Anima Rank: D
  
  MayMarie's name of the game is evading and critting peeps to death. She's mostly a glass cannon, but at least she's a powerful glass cannon. With her killing dagger and her Katar, dealing heavy hits isn't too hard for her. On top of the stat boost on EVA for hidden weapons? Count her the fuck in. That way, she can deal deadly hits without a trace. She's more physical than her Spellblade counterpart Gigi, with her Elthunder even having a chance to paralyze. However, she's not well-equipped for her magic attacks, as her boost in stats is relatively lowered. That, and her defense and resistance are still shit. Keep her away from any extremely accurate opponents, or anyone that would be able to land a hit in. MayMarie can dish it, but can't take it. It's good to surround her with a tank or anyone that knows how to use a stave and heal this poor girl.
  
  

  Stats

  
  
  Health: 65/65
  ACC: 100 CRIT(^): 25 EVA: 50 LUCK(^): 20 ASS: 0 BLOK: 0
  Att(^): 4 Def: 2 Mag: 3 Res: 2 Mov: 6 cells
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  
  Chi*: A defensive die skill. MayMarie has a 15% of attacks missing her, in exchange for moving one cell from the location she was attacked.
  
  Imbue: A passive skill. Spellblades can mix the first Attribute or perk of their Hidden Weapons and Anima tomes when attacking with either one. The first Anima Tome or Hidden Weapon will be used to create the infusion. When throwing a Hidden Weapon, the Hidden Weapon will take on an effect or Attributes of the Anima Tome, and when casting a spell, the spell will take on an effect or Attribute of the Hidden Weapon.
  
  

  Inventory

  
  
  1. Killing Dagger - C rank, critical
  2. Elthunder - D rank, 10% chance of paralyze
  3. Katar - C rank, set opponent's defense to 1, can only be used from close range
  4. Elfire - D rank, beast
  5.
  
  

  Relationships

  
  
  Name: Rank
  
  

  Skill Bank

  
  
  Second Chance: Basic Skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. Can only be used once until it’s refilled.
  
  Capture: Basic Skill. Allows the unit to capture opponents in place of killing them. Requires Ropes or Chains.
  
  

  
  

 

[Orikanyo]

Spoiler: Old TNW characters

• Lamont
• Cal'vina
• Seeker Tana
• Spades

• 
  
  "I am Lamont Angelo Cristiano Basile the seventh, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
  
  Race
  "Oh? What a odd thing to ask, I am a human, just one of the many who enjoy our holy goddess's love."
  
  Appearance
  "Hmm? Ah, a description of myself you say? Why I would be honored. Starting with my over all body, I am roughly 5' 11". I have a thin frame, due to my years of study as a mage and as prince, I haven't had much time to grow much muscle in my training, par for the course. My skin is...peachy? Is that the right word? Or perhaps one could call me white as a ghost Ohohohoh~!
  
  Ah, I am willing to admit I do have abit of... fat... though I endeavor to keep it down... and my dear maid seems to want to thwart my effort to not become... like my father... I haven't the heart to turn her down when she brings something sweet, not to mention her cooking is absolutely extraordinary!
  
  Ah yes my clothing, i wear the typical attire of a Palenian prince, but I have a fondness for the cloak my late teacher gifted to me; she was quite the talented Dualist you know, and I have learned from her greatly while she was still with us, may she is in our goddess's arms now.
  
  Ah yes, I have blue eyes and a peachy color in my hair, natural, I assure you. mother says that it comes from my great grandmother, though my eyes came from my father, which i hope is the only thing I inherit from him body wise... at least he is happy."
  
  *Note* due to his soft demeanor and features the man can be mistaken for a woman, those who don't quite know of the prince might assume wrongly should they guess.
  
  Typical appearance
  
  
  
  
  
  Age/Birthday23 years old, 01/02
  
  Sex"Ohohohohoh~ Are you certain your eyes are working sir? I am a man, I can assure you of this."
  
  Country of Origin"I am the crowned prince of Palenia, I was born here, raised here, taught here. It is a wonderful place, though i do like to occasionally see the other Nations should we have a cause to visit. Truly I shall never tire of our grand game of politics, a marriage here, a trade agreement there, it is all great fun."
  
  Role/FactionVicar of Palenia, the assembly.
  
  Being the representative of the Palenia is was his job to be in an assembly to meet the new western friends, to represent Plaenia's good graces and possibly negotiate trade bargains and a possible alliance, hopefully before his counterparts did.
  
  Sadly, that went sour from day one... thankfully these Tarosians certainly lack subtly, Lamont was fully prepared for such a betrayal, for when you are in the grand game, you must always look two steps ahead of your opponent, and expect them to look three.
  
  Before they disembarked, he made it certain their their equipment and gear was equipped and ready to go, each coin saved for the journey on safely away on his person, his teddy safely stashed in his travel pack. he was ready for them, and they expected them to be travelling under the pretenses of a jolly vacation.
  
  PersonalityA calm, kind man with an ever present smile, to be around the man is to be covered in a aura of grace and serenity. the type of man who will ask you how your day was over dinner and eagerly listen and show interest in everything you say, someone who would make you feel important even with a single word.
  
  To summarize this, it would be charisma, the ability to make others feel good, trusting in your very words and comfort with only a simple smile. While he thoroughly enjoys doing this, he is fully aware of what he is doing, now you might ask, what does that change?
  
  Oh but it changes everything. A farm hand that has great strength, can swing a sword with great force, but he does not know how to do it most effectively, this is the same case for this man. he knows his charisma and appearance warrants people to drop their guards, lets him speak to them and get whatever he wishes out of them, be it within reason.
  
  Not only because it comes naturally, but because he was trained that way, his words are as keen as any blademaster, a trueblade of the written word. As such, he is informed with virtually all affairs(literal and in terms of things going on) within all kingdoms of Neth, with a simple letter a daughter of a Fuccinan noble might simply up and lose favor with a son of another family, forcing the son to perhaps choose another, swaying the family's company in a different direction or perhaps forcing one to search for another means of keeping it'self afloat in the working world...
  
  And all with one letter.
  
  Politics aside, he is a good man, who simply wants the best for his friends, family and kingdom, he dedicates his very being to the cause, more often then not over looking his own feelings in a matter to solve a situation at best.
  
  A final note, he has mixed feelings on the fact of the beast-folk, branded and elves, from what he has been taught, they are vile creatures, deserving of scorn... but he cannot shake the slight feeling of jealousy when he sees a heron's wings, or a fox laguz's tail... They look so soft...
  
  HistoryA history filled with politics and religious ceremony, the young man lives and breaths the grand game, from his birth to the present day he devotes himself to his craft, makings friends, deals, allies, rivals(these can prove more helpful then a friend in certain situations, some men will defend their gaming friends until the end), all have helped him gain a comfortable seat atop many a social ladder.
  
  Of course, it was his 20th year when he met Rosalia, the woman who is the bane of his tailor, it was from day one of meeting her that his stomache fell in love, the rest of him was more hesitant to be so committed. Indeed, he swears to this day she was sent to sabotage his waist-line with her cooking, it also doesn't help that he cannot help but utterly lose himself whenever her cooking comes on the table.
  
  "I pity the man who marries her one day, the poor fellow wont be able to move after a year... I've had her as a maid for three and I feel fat already... Excuse me, its time for my run."
  
  *Will fill in more as more past is revealed, and when i get my bodyguard. history of time with teacher is locked away just so you know.
  
  

  Class

  
  
  ⊛ Lamont ⊛
  Class Progression
  Vicar (Dark, Light) ⟶ Mother's Chosen (Dark, Light, ???)
  Disciplines Available
  Dark D, Light E
  
  Hailing from the Country known as Palenia the Vicar is a fine showing of the people's finest arts. His strength being the act of casting devastating magics. His magical prowess is useful for taking down hefty armored foes as well as fellow mages as he covers the magical trio on two places, and soon to be all three.
  
  he however lacks in the same way most mages do, he has little strength and defence. Though he can bolster allies resistances against enemy magic and in the future cure debuffs, becauses hes just that swell ain't he?
  
  
  

  Stats

  
  Health: 60/60
  ACC: 115 CRIT: 20 EVA: 30 LUCK: 30% ASS: 0 BLOK: 0
  Att: 1 Def: 2 Mag: 4 Res: 3 Mov: 5
  
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  
  Grey warding*: As an action, Lamont may increase the resistance level of all people around him in a 2 square radius by 1 for 3 turns, when he ranks up, this also cures status ailments.
  
  Watchful Shepherd*: When a noob rank unit is within a 2 cell radius of the unit they gain 1 defense.
  
  Grey: As per the dualist skill, 25% chance to use 1 light and dark tome in a single attack
  
  Born Leader: Passive Skill that grants +15% for BLOK and ASS for the Lord and their partner when fighting together.
  
  

  Inventory

  
  1. Scathach, Dark, D rank
  2. Lightning(Holy) Light, E rank
  3. Vulnerary(3)
  4. Torch(4/5), you know, for seeing stuff... and burning heretics.
  5. empty
  
  

  Relationships

  
  Rosa: B
  Kristin: C
  Diana: B
  
  

  Skill Bank

  
  
  Capture: Basic Skill. Allows the unit to capture opponents in place of killing them. Requires Ropes or Chains.
  
  

  
  
  
• 
  
  Name/cat's nameCal'vina & Sticks
  
  RaceHuman
  
  
  Appearance
  
  
  A tall lean man, skilled with his hands and is quite charismatic if it weren't for his almost constant look like he'd sell you a cure for all your woes you'd think he'd be quite the trust worthy fellow. Roughly 6' 5" tall and rather slim he is the type of person you could pick out of a crowd simply due to the fact he is a good few inches over the rest, not to mention his strange hat adding a good few atop of it.
  
  As for his feline friend, whom is named Sticks, she is a pure black furry ball of love and affection, a strange Aquan breed that boasts beautiful blue eyes and a very calm temperament, even if a man were to yell at the cat, it'd probably just continue to play or laze about without a care in the world. She is constantly with Cal'vina and is a show stealer every time she enters the limelight.
  
  Within the bag that cal'vina carries around is a numerous amount of nicknacks, alchemical ingredients for bombs, and the finished products themselves, he always had the right tool for just about anything you would need! And would be all but happy to part with it for a small fee~!
  
  Stat bonus explanation: When your on the road, you tend to get alot of cardio done, thus, you live longer and tend to.. not die as often. As for the crit, well... if your gona shoot for the moon, best make certain your will crack it in two upon impact.
  
  Age/Birthday30 years old & 3 years old, 12/31 and Unknown.
  
  
  SexMale
  
  
  Country of OriginWynda -> Aquano -> Ifrin -> Taros
  
  Soon to be Neth by the sounds of the times, home is where the heart is, sadly he tends to lose pieces of it wherever he goes.
  
  
  Current AffiliationsAssembly
  
  Personality
  A kindly man with many a tale to tell, if you get him going he will tell you stories of his travels all over Satrella, and make you wonder how he never accidentally ended up in Neth by purest happenstance. A lover of all things beautiful, artistry, song, masterfully crafted blades, Ifrin tapestries, or even the simple memories of a party in Aquano, these are the things he holds close to his heart, the things that make him who he is.
  
  An open ear to those who will be willing to speak, he'll happily listen to anything and everything one wishes to say, even if it is simply about your day so far, he'll ask questions, laugh with you, cry with you, selling is his secondary objective, should one be in dire need of his wares, he will gladly gift a ointment or antidote to save a life to those he finds kind. But mind, never mistake kindness for weakness, should you prove... unsavory.. or simply trying to pull a fast one over him...
  
  Those hand axes are not for show, and they have been known to bite exceedingly well into flesh of those ill mannered. Or any that attempt to grab at his most precious item of all, a oaken chest, heavy and unmovable to all save for the strongest folk, what lays within is a secret Cal'vina guards with great jealousy... But is all but willing to share should you simply ask, whats inside? Well, you should ask shouldn't you?
  
  Ah yes, "lover of all things beautiful" also includes quite a few people... mind yourself around him, he can be quite the flirt... to put it lightly.
  
  History
  Said above, the man essentially calls the whole of Satrella his home, and counts many in his realm of friends, though some of his claims may seem abit outlandish, such as once having met the, and I quote, "Most gloriously stunning Queen Kalani" and shared a drink or five with the woman, though he may be leaving out a few details in the matter, no one has yet to truly say he hasn't...
  
  Regardless, you no doubt wish to know of his beginnings, and such, i shall endeavor to give you what you seek.
  
  Born in Wynda before everything went to hell, well, when everything was going less into hell anyways. He had a rather unremarkable start in life, farmer's son whom had a particular taste for named(Cal'vina isn't exactly normal), mother who was a master with threadwork, you couldn't ask for a more simple way for a travelling merchant to start, but not all stories need to start off strange or with a village being burned.
  
  It was at his 16th year he started to make his way selling and buying throughout the continent, starting off with only a few bundle of his mother's craftsmanship and a few coins to his name.
  
  It was around 22 years into his life he started to expand his travels, going off beaten paths, hunting down nomadic tribes of the Ifrin, barely surviving the inherent dangers of the road, meeting with people he would never forget, each event is another chapter in his story, a long and seemingly unending tale of victories, failures, and all in-between.
  
  He loves life, and all the glorious things it brings, come hell or high water, he will continue on his merry way.
  
  Ah yes, he has yet to marry, though not lack for others attempting otherwise, don't give me that look, one one gets around... one tends to get around~!
  
  As for Sticks, shes a cute little kitty that he picked up not to long ago, having picked her up when a friend had to up and move due to her involvement in the resistance movement, so as a gesture of good will, since the cat couldn't go with her, he took the poor thing up as his own... Which is all well and good because it WAS the sole reason eh visited that friend anymore... Not that she wasn't a good friend.. cats have a tendency to steal the show when they appear.
  
  Why is the cat called Sticks? Well he went with whatever... Sticks~~!
  
  
  

  Class

  
  
  Merchant -> Engineer
  Axes: D
  
  He shall personally be your back line supporter, usage of vulnerary or tossing axes/bombs to help with the fighting going on up front. Later on he will be our engineer, and blow shit up from even further away. the bonus to HP increases the chance that lucky hit won't be AS lucky, and the bonus to crit helps make certain those hand axe tosses hit their mark, and hit hard.
  
  

  Stats

  
  Health(^): 80/80
  ACC: 115 CRIT(^): 30 EVA: 30 LUCK: 5 ASS: 0 BLOK: 15
  Att: 2 Def: 3 Mag: 2 Res: 3 Mov: 6
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  
  Bombs yo*: On use of a bomb the weapon's range increases by 1, non damaging bombs no deal 10 damage on top of their effects.
  
  Cart: A passive skill that allows the Merchant to have 5 more spaces in their inventory when equipped with a Cart.
  
  Bargain: A passive skill that allows Merchants to sell items to shops for twice as much gold, and buy items for half as much.
  
  

  Inventory

  
  
  1. Hand axe, Ranged 1-2, D rank,
  2. Bomb x3
  3. Vulnerary (2)
  4.
  5.
  
  Cart
  1.
  2.
  3.
  4.
  5.
  
  

  Relationships

  
  
  Vilma:C
  
  

  Skill Bank

  
  Second Chance: Basic Skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. Can only be used once until it’s refilled.
  
  Capture: Basic Skill. Allows the unit to capture opponents in place of killing them. Requires Ropes or Chains.
  
  
  

  
  
  
• 
  
  Name
  Tana, The Seeker
  
  Race
  Human
  
  Appearance
  View attachment 319970
  
  
  
  
  Age/birthday
  24 years old 05/27
  
  Sex
  Female
  
  Country of Origin
  Aquilo
  
  Faction
  Assembly
  
  Personality
  Stalwart and unmoving, this towering steel beast is a sleepy giant with an unmovable body paired with a powerful will of iron bent on getting the job done...
  
  When she is asleep that is.
  
  When awake this sweet hearted teddy bear seeks friendship, food and good friends. Her unending quest for these three things is foremost on her mind every-time she awakens from her almost death-like slumber. For to her there is never enough good things in life, even for one who spends most of her life in a periodic coma, only to be awoken by a hard knock on her armor or somebody yelling rather loud.
  
  Now while not fully that helpful outside of jobs that require her to stand still for varying amounts of time, she is quite, quite dedicated to her religion, well, rather the act of hunting down those tablets to read. While she is no priestess, she still finds it wonderful fun to go about her travels, even if she has absolutely no idea where to go and how to find said temples... she tries her best anyways.
  
  And at times she has a hard time discerning her dreams from reality, as most the time the two are rather close intertwined with one another, seeing as she flits so easily between them. So do not mind to much when she asks where the sea lion went or how you managed to do that thing with a pineapple, it's all in her head.
  
  Backstory
  "Sometimes I miss my family, but i see them alot in my dreams so i'm never really alone."
  
  Born in the wondrous islands of Aquano, this wayward and horrendously lost young pilgrim lived a rather modest life with her large family, her mother was a dancer, a profession that for a time Tana took up as well, and her father was a fisherman who... was largely unimportant; Save for his uncanny ability to sleep just about anywhere, an ability Tana inherited two-fold.
  
  As she grew up her wondrous ability to... sleep, was not manifested, in fact she was quite the energetic little thing as she took up many skills and learned the ways of the dancer from her mother. Hopeing to one day become a well known dancer as she was when she was older, though her life took a turn roughly 5 years ago when she met a friendly travelling merchant he was staying for a time to, as he put it "Enjoy the sights" and from him learned about the many different places in this world beyond the little batch of islands she knew and loved.
  
  As such, she was filled with a grande sense of wanderlust, just dieing to find out more of the world!
  
  But how could she just leave home without a reason? She couldn't just leave! no, she needed a reason for going out! A quest! ...But what kind of quest? She thought on this for some time before a revelation came upon her, within her dreams...
  
  6 lights, 6 temples, 6 stones, and 6 destinations.... The dream had ended as quickly as it began, but within it she had found her quest... She would become a pilgrim! She would find and read the 6 tablets of the gods. And such... she set out into the world...
  
  But her narcolepsy and armor? That is a tale for supports my friends.
  
  Temples:
  The temples closest to home are the ones she is saving for last, triumphant returns and such.
  Ifrit: Not visited.
  Ysma: Not visited.
  Aqua: Not visited.
  Venti: Not visited.
  Thorno: Not visited.
  Uriel: Not visited.
  
  
  

  Class

  
  
  Knight > General
  ARMOR attribute.
  LANCES
  Lances: D
  Rarely does one find a person able to take hits of almost legendary caliber, ever rarer, ones who can do that and boast a suitable magical resistance as well. With a quick nap this woman could very well do both, and even more when she is a general. Boasting moderate levels of attack and a good boost to BLOK she can aid allies as well during the fever pitch of battle, occasionally even when shes napping!
  
  how?
  
  Good question.
  
  

  Stats

  
  Health: 60/60
  ACC: 100 CRIT: 10 EVA: 30 LUCK(^): 25 ASS: 0 BLOK: 30
  Att: 3 Def(^): 5 Mag: 2 Res: 2 Mov: 4
  
  

  Skill Loadout

  
  A nice nap*: Spending their action to sleep in place the resistance of this unit raises by one for 3 turns.
  
  Iron Curtain: A Die skill that gives the Knight 20% chance to take no damage from a physical enemy attack.
  
  

  Inventory

  
  1. Heavy Lance, Armor, D rank
  2. Pure water(3)
  3. Vulnerary(3)
  4. Door key
  5.
  
  

  Relationships

  
  None, yet.
  
  ; ;
  
  

  Skill Bank

  
  Second Chance: Basic Skill. The first time their HP reaches 0, they will merely flee the fight, and they may return for the next chapter. Can only be used once until it’s refilled.
  
  Capture: Basic Skill. Allows the unit to capture opponents in place of killing them. Requires Ropes or Chains.
  
  

  
  
  
• 
  
  Hes coming.