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[RedArmyShogun]

Spoiler: Freya Lowell

- By Sword and Shield, I shall not yield! -​

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• Overview
• General
• Backstory
• Other

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  Name: Freya Lowell
  Age: 22
  Gender: Female
  Class: Armored Knight
  Origin: Solans, Mistreach
  
  Summary: A brave and bold young knight that fights for the people of Solans, with convictions of steel she wields her blade.
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  Appearance: Standing 5'6" (167.6cm) and weighing it at 140lbs (63.5kg), the brown eyed, redhead is rarely seen out of armor, and when she is, it's often in a thick woolen tunic, beige in color, with a green plaid sash and green pleated skirt, with some form of tights and boots and her sword or a dagger being a constant companion. She is noted to be rather fit and tone with a modest bust, though because of her upbringing, she has a rather unkempt appearance in most regards, rather than that of a refined lady.
  
  Personality: Freya is very much a tomboy, raised to be a Knight in the Lowell Family in a long line dating back several generations, if not centuries, with much of these expectations leaking into her personality, the fiery redhead is given to honorable conduct and prefers a straight up fight, invoking the ethos of chivalry in her actions and expectations of the enemy. Should an enemy stoop low, betray these expectations, it tends to anger Freya to a great extent, and said enemy becomes a source of her ire. While she can tolerate such actions out of an ally, her engagement with them tends to become only as needed, developing a distaste for them, yet fortunately not enough to fight them.
  
  Direct in her dealings with others, Freya is welcoming to most people till given reason to the contrary, typically welcoming enough she is known to drink ale that she purchases from surrounding areas, sharing it with others to have conversations and jokes. Spirit of comradery as she calls it, a bit of ale and a stew or roasted meat, maybe a fistfight or two.
  
  Respectable to the Elderly and Children, Freya will respond to threats originating from these in enemy ranks with force, or conversation, even if reluctantly and with heavy heart she knows to do her duty. For foes that she hates or have earned her ire it becomes a very much personal affair. Her temperament is somewhat tempered by her training, and though powerful, she still requires some seasoning or real-world experience, past the 5 years in the Woods and farmlands of the Kingdom. Stays optimistic even in the direst of circumstances. Rather loves the woodland's of her homeland. Was raised in the care and use of horses, though she is not of station to have her own just yet.
  
  The only overly lady like qualities she's been seen to have, is the care in which she braids her long hair.
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  Backstory: A native of Solans and its city of Mistreach, Freya was born to the Lowell family, a knighted family with minor holdings and of modest rank, the Lowell's have served the Kingdom for many years, patrolling with other Knights or as the family unit alone. Typically soldiering was limited to male family members with exceptions noted as families within the family dictated, or through the efforts of the individual. It was always family policy that every firstborn male born into the main house or branch family, would be raised and inducted into the Knights, unless found to be of flawed character, with females being taken if proven of worth. Provided a family had a male to give. In the case of Freya's branch family of Konrad Lowell and Lafina Lowell, Freya was the first born. After complications with the third daughter, and Freya's own interest with blades and the armor the family had on display, it was decided she would fulfill the family obligations.
  
  And fulfill them she did. Showing great promise in instruction, she seemed to grow into the role and took after her father Konrad a great Deal, taking up sword and armor, she rose up with her own merits to be considered a fine, if not boisterous knight, by time of her induction at 17. For the next 5 years she would serve alongside other forces in the Kingdom, particularly on Anti-Bandit operations, with scant time for anything else. She hasn't seemed to mind it, rather enjoying the lifestyle, and the occasional brawl that may result from it. Currently she does much as she always has, looking to move up the ranks with an ale tankard in hand.
  
  Equipment:
  Weapon: Steel Arming Sword
  Vulnerary x3
  Steel Plate armor, heater shield and Helm
  
  Traveling bag (ditched in combat, contains the following,)
  Travellers rations
  Ale cask
  Waterskin
  Bedroll and tent roll
  drinking tankard
  spoon, culinary knife
  flint and steel
  Oil and cleaning rag
  Repair Hammer
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  Likes:
  Ale
  A friendly fight or spar
  Drunken brawls
  Battles against an enemy
  Forests
  Roasted Meat
  A just cause
  Horses
  
  Dislikes:
  Snooty/Prissy Nobles or Knights
  Dishonest people
  Child Soldiers
  "The quiet ones."
  Underhanded tactics
  
  Quirk:
  Freya is prone to calling out enemies that have earned her ire or attention, with a pointing of her sword and a battle-cry or calling of name.
  Freya, while a heavy drinker is regarded as a well-behaved drunk that keeps good self-control and has not overly sullied her reputation. Strong Alcohol tolerance.
  For a knight she fights in a very brutal fashion, making use of her arms and armor to obtain every advantage, rather than fighting in duelist fashion.
  As noted, she has a respect for the elderly, unless given cause to lose that, even an enemy of old age will be given some respect, as would any honorable warrior.
  Known to have conversations mid battle where there is cause.
  
  Other: Freya is more interested in eating food than hunting it, but she has attended enough hunts to do her part, and normally pays off when she doesn't by cleaning and prepping a kill.
  
  Likes dealing with fellow soldiers, knights, and perhaps oddly, the commoners of the realm, rather extroverted in her actions and antics.
  
  Knows the names of a surprising amount of people along the roadways and villages, as well as her hometown and is rather personal in her interactions with them.
  Worryingly, depending on one's viewpoint, she knows which towns, villages and Inns have the best Ale, being a fan of Black Ale's in particular.
  
  Color Code: #B21807

 

[Marlowe]

RedArmyShogun this looks good so far, just be aware to stick to FE weapons. Steel sword is enough weaponry. I'm not sure what a steel arm/iron heater shield is though.

 

[RedArmyShogun]

RedArmyShogun this looks good so far, just be aware to stick to FE weapons. Steel sword is enough weaponry. I'm not sure what a steel arm/iron heater shield is though.

Just a shield, cosmetic/battle effect, window dressing if you will, most knights in the game have one it just serves no real purpose than looking cool, I plan to bash people in the face with mine as a part of battling though if that's fine.

Also placing the shield with Armor.

Edit 2

Just noticed Steel Arm, that was a typo.

 

[Marlowe]

Currently working on my own sheet.

 

[Serei2477]

A second character from me!

Spoiler: Hati

"No more... Free Laguz, once and for all."
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• Overview
• General
• Backstory
• Other

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  Name: Hati
  Age: 19
  Gender: Female
  Class: Laguz (Raven)
  Origin: Tornebreaux
  
  Summary: An escaped handmaid who aims to free her brethren from their chains.
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  Appearance: A raven Laguz woman. She stands at around 5'3 with long, jet black hair, pale skin, and ruby red eyes. Hati holds a slim figure and an above average size bust with scars that mark her body from years of punishment and servitude. Before she ran away, she was always found in a typical black and white maid's uniform. Now that she's escaped, she is most commonly found in an oversized white shirt, tattered brown pants, an old and worn cloak, and a small bag that seems to be hanging onto its last seams. She wears no shoes, for she sold those in order to obtain enough money to eat that day.
  
  Personality: Hati, given her upbringing, is a very attentive young woman who does not question orders that are given to her. Though she does her best to try and say no, she finds her body immediately doing it anyway before she can even think to say the word. She is very much naïve to the world around her, and thus, distrusting of others. Especially those in fancy suits. She also speaks very little of the English language since her owners did not bother to teach her anything beyond "yes master", "no master", "just a moment" and "you have a guest". Though Hati knows more words now, she can barely muster a complete sentence and struggles with words beyond child comprehension.
  
  Now that she is on the run, Hati has grown extremely cautious of who she talks to and where she goes. She tries to avoid nobles at any cost and is quick to fight or disappear at the first sign of trouble. She is kind and courteous among friends and will give them a pebble or trinket (usually trash) she picks around as a sign of friendship. Those she chooses to care for, she is incredibly loyal to and will protect them whenever she can.
  
  
  
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  Backstory: Hati was doomed to never once taste freedom when she was birthed. She was not the fruit of a loving couple's labor, nor was she even a mistake from a spontaneous rendezvous. No, she was a product in a breeding mill meant to birth stronger, better, and loyal slaves for a family that feared nothing more than betrayal.
  
  Born to Laguz servants, who had not even known each other's names prior to copulation, Hati was meant to become a completely loyal slave to a noble family of high importance at the heart of Tornebreaux. She would only know work, her masters, and to obey. Should she prove herself worthy, the family would select her to birth a son or daughter to share the same fate. Her parents did not even get the honor of naming her. That "honor" was bestowed to the nobleman's daughter Emilia, who named the raven baby after her late dog.
  
  Growing up, the noble family made good of their promise. They taught Hati nothing but common maid duties. Washing, cleaning, serving; she learned her duties well and even excelled at them alongside the other children. She was also taught the bare minimum of etiquette and speaking so as to not embarrass the noble family. Hati had been spurring to be a rebellious child, but after many years and punishments, she was put into her place. Though there were some human maids and butlers that felt pity for her, none did anything about it... Save for one.
  
  As Hati entered her teen years, she was appointed the honor of becoming Emilia's servant. She would serve the girl directly and wait on her hand and foot. All other matters became second as Emilia had now become her top priority. Hati was over the moon when she'd first learned this. She'd reached a "status" of importance among the Laguz that spurred jealousy amongst them. It did not matter that Emilia was an insufferable brat who was physically abusive, Hati was to serve a family member directly!
  
  Hati would be subject to Emilia's abuse up until the Laguz turned 19 years old. She had come to wake Emilia up per the usual when she walked into the girl's room and found a dead body, and a maid named Gertrude standing over her.
  
  Suddenly, everything moved in a blur. The maid called for the guards to apprehend Hati, for she had murdered the noble daughter. With no other choice, Hati broke the window, fought off Gertrude who tried to prevent her from leaving, and flew out of the room and into a world she'd never truly gotten to experience.
  
  What followed was hiding, meeting other Laguz who knew of her predicament, learning necessary skills to survive as well as how to use her wings/animal form, watching the Laguz camp thrive, then returning to what remained of the camp; her friends all but vanished.
  
  Revitalized with hope and a thirst for rebellion. She learned that while some humans were kind, others were not, and she needed to be extremely careful not to be caught 'less she wanted to be put to death. After all, she was wanted for murder.
  
  
  Equipment:
  -3 x Vulneraries
  -Short Knife (uses her claws as main weapon)
  -Pouch of coins
  -Pouch of pretty rocks
  -Bag for food
  -Bottle of water
  
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  Likes:
  
  -Pretty rocks
  -Trinkets
  -Nature
  -Stories
  -Flying when possible
  -Gifts (giving or receiving)
  
  Dislikes:
  
  -Nobles (Very much afraid of them)
  -Messes
  -Being bossed around
  -Being seen as lesser
  
  Quirk: Hati, when she meets someone she trusts, will give them a rock or a trinket (usually trash) as a show of good faith.
  
  Other:
  
  Color Code: Red

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[Aura Of Twilight]

Finally done with my character. Sorry about the length.

Spoiler: Yurick

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

• Overview
• General
• Backstory
• Other

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  Name: Yurick
  Age: 26
  Gender: Male
  Class: Dark Mage
  Origin: Karai, Glaise
  
  Summary: Saved from the brink of death, this young prince wields the shadows themselves to bring agony down upon his enemies.
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  Appearance: Yurick stands at a rather impressive stature of 6'3 wearing garb quite different from that of his homeland. His clothing is that of a otherworldly knight or perhaps a mage, black and brilliant blue from head to toe. Though he looks like it'd only take a swing of a sword to end him there are pieces of armor beneath his cloak. His body is well built but thin enough for speed, a testament to his years of training with a sword over the years. Scars cover his person as a result of his brush with death and when he runs fast enough there is a noticeable limp in his gait. While he does his best to hide the pain, his old wounds still ache bother him from time to time. The gloves Yurick wears hide the proof of his mixed heritage and are rarely taken off. Lastly, although it's difficult to tell just by looking at him his aging has slowed considerably. It is likely he will remain looking youthful for many years to come.
  
  Personality: Although his appearance can be rather intimidating to some, Yurick has inherited many of his mother's traits like her gentle, calm, nature and distaste for bloodshed. Any competitiveness he once possessed is now near nonexistent and for the most part he'll try to avoid conflict if at all possible. Humbled by the past, he's a usually quiet, logical young man, observant as much as he is thoughtful. Like others from Glaise however, he can come across particularly harsh when being honest, especially if he's angry with someone. He tries not to come across as rude but such habits are hard to break. He's generally more patient and open than his fellow countrymen but he wont make any bones about letting others know if he feels like they're wasting his time or prodding too much, even if he feels guilty afterwards. When in a particularly foul mood he has a bad tendency to subconsciously make the earth around him temporarily tremble with magic.
  
  Friendly to a point, Yurick will generally try to engage with others in conversation or provide advice as to not appear as a loner. Due to almost dying however, he can come across as overly sarcastic and having a nihilistic view of the world. While he holds no prejudice towards any particular country or race, he believes that for all their sentience, humans and laguz are nothing more than wild beasts with the ability to speak. Unsurprisingly he doesn't place much faith on the future of civilization in all honesty. He wonders about the purpose of it all, his belief in deities of any kind having soured considerably. In other words, the poor fellow is secretly having his own midlife crisis and remains quite the skeptic that things will get better. Having had no proper closure of what occurred, he's taking everyday as it comes, often zoning out as he stumbles onwards. The only things keeping Yurick from giving up completely is the shame of not being able to protect his friends and the slimmer of hope he holds that his younger sibling is still breathing somewhere. To end it all now would be a disgrace to the departed.
  
  Terrible depression aside, Yurick is nonetheless loyal and will devote himself to a greater cause when the need arises. Though he may act like a jerk sometimes he will work tirelessly to help others even at the cost of his own health. The acts of kindness he performs reveal a kindhearted soul that has managed to survive despite everything. He's a total softie and hopelessly awkward underneath all the layers of a hardened warrior and pretended confidence, one just has to have the determination to find it.
  
  
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  Backstory:
  Spoiler

  Yurick was born into the Glaisian royal family as the son of the Jaa’s second wife, a young cleric named Asta all the way from the lands of Reine. The spitting image of his mother, he looked almost nothing like his elder siblings and father, his golden locks and bright blue eyes undeniable evidence of the foreign blood flowing in his veins. To further emphasize the oddity of his existence a brand appeared on his left hand mere months after his birth. While his parents considered it to be a blessing from the inheritors, others in the nobility saw it as an omen, creating a rift in the court through no fault of the boy’s own. His gentle, timid demeanor, somewhat sickly disposition, and distaste for battle did little to inspire confidence about his ability to be of future use to the realm either.
  
  Weak, soft, a boy who would never become a man but a coward. Such comments were prevalent even in his earliest memories. Yet despite the pressure placed upon his young shoulders Yurick thrived in no small part thanks to his parents’ stern, yet gentle guidance and his own tenacity. Sick in bed or not, he wanted to be useful. Like his older siblings before him he studied under the best teachers of the realm, learning tactics, royal etiquette, and how to wield various weapons. He was particularly efficient in sword and light magic like his parents as well. Between his kind, hard working attitude and potential he slowly began to win over some of his harshest critics.
  
  With that being said, not everyone was impressed by his growth, especially his eldest brother Kazuki who looked upon him with scorn. Seemingly jealous of their father’s apparent favoritism and disgust for foreigners, he wanted nothing to do with the boy. To him Yurick was a soft hearted fool tainting the royal bloodline. The large age gap didn’t help either. Earnest as Yurick was to make himself worthy of his brother’s affection he soon found any attempts towards impressing Kazuki meaningless. As a result the two never grew close, only exchanging polite pleasantries whenever they came across each other over the years. Spending anymore time in each other’s company than necessary led to conflict.
  
  Eventually his little sister Midori was born. She was the perfect blend of their mother and father with her dark hair and big blue eyes, no brand ever appearing to blemish her pale skin. Since the two were much closer in age than the rest of their siblings, the two easily grew close. When Yurick became of age he began to patrol the border much like the fellow warriors before him. Between the hunts and battles he and his retainers endured they seemed destined for greatness, pride of the empire emboldened in their hearts. It was enough that even the prince himself starting to get overconfident, leading to a kind of reckless arrogance that caused more discontent in the court.
  
  It was during one such campaign that crap hit the proverbial fan. Midori had decided to accompany him as part of her warrior training, the weather seeming even more frigid than usual as they moved alongside the border. Soon a blizzard was upon them and they had no choice but to seek shelter in one of the nearby forts. They had just barely begun to remove equipment and settle in to wait the storm out when they were suddenly ambushed by a group of brigands and their unwilling laguz slaves. A terrible fight ensued as the fort fell into ruin, men falling left and right as they breathed their last. Bloody but still able to fight Yurick and his remaining men were able to push the enemy outside in the eternal freeze. Before they could land the final blows however mages and archers fired down from above. More men fell until only a few were left. In desperation Yurick was able to land a powerful spell to send the enemy fleeing for their lives, collapsing soon after. He prayed his sister was safe and fell unconscious in snow now painted red, never expecting he would ever wake again.
  
  Surprisingly he opened his eyes much later in a place he had never been, a doctor at his side. When asked where he was, the young prince discovered that he was in a village far beyond the borders of Glaise. Apparently one of his men had managed to carry him there and begged for the villagers to save his liege before succumbing to his own wounds. Awful as that was, it was nothing compared to the devastation Yurick felt upon learning that his sister was no where to be seen. The shock on it all plus the pain from his wounds caused him to scream and cry in despair until he lost consciousness once more.
  
  When he woke again it was many days later. The doctor told him that his wounds had finally begun to heal but that he would have nasty scars and that it was unlikely he’d ever be able to wield a sword again. But that meant nothing to Yurick . All he wanted was his sister and retainers–no, life long friends–back. It was to no one’s shock he became depressed. Even when he learned how to walk again, he felt little else than numb. Perhaps in an effort to console him, one of the villagers gave him belongings that the retainer who had carried him all this way owned. Among them was a medal that was only given to royal knights, a badly burnt piece of parchment, and a familiar looking ribbon with a bell attached at the end. Upon studying the ladder two closer, Yurick realized that both belonged in some form to the royal family. The parchment had a sigil only the elite in Glaise possessed and the ribbon…it was his none other than Midori’s.
  
  Anger consumed him. Questions swelled in Yurick’s mind. Someone high up had sent a group of assassins his way, but who and why? How did his retainer come to possess his sister’s hair ribbon? Was his sister still alive? His desire to find answers gave him renewed vigor to keep on living. Once his wounds had fully healed, he helped the villagers as thanks while trying to figure out how he’d get back to Glaise’s capital alive.
  
  Months had passed when the village caught wind of rumors circulating from Glaise that a tragedy had befallen the royal family. A hotblooded prince and his retainers had been violently murdered by assassins with no known survivors. The young princess was missing and had yet to return to the capital, perhaps having been kidnapped by the same group of villains who had slain her dear brother. Gossip quickly consumed the town as the villagers grew uneasy, wondering if the assassins were among them. They became suspicious of any and all visitors and soon their gazes landed on Yurick , a stranger with odd clothing and an even odder mark on his hand…
  
  Yurick wisely left the village with all haste. Knowing he had no chance to go to Glaise in his current condition or even alone for the matter, he began to travel as mercenary in a company, attempting to gain intel for his sister’s whereabouts assuming she was still alive.
  
  Not many years had passed when he learned that his birth country was now on the warpath. With his pride as Glaisian on the line he had to find a way home, but how could he when he was the slain prince?
  
  Equipment:
  
  • Flux tome
  • Iron sword
  • Herbs (x3)
  • Light tome (unusable)
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  Likes:
  
  • Reading
  • Training
  • Coffee
  • Sweets (has a bad sweetooth)
  • Nature
  • Taking walks
  • Quiet
  • Chilly days
  Dislikes:
  
  • Sleeping
  • Talking about the past
  • Hot weather (he feels like he's melting, he can only appear composed for so long)
  • Noise
  • Needless violence
  • Any kind of alcohol (had a bad experience once, plus he's seen more drunks than he can count)
  • Wasting time
  • Hamsters (childhood incident, don't ask)
  
  Quirk: Due to the trauma he's experienced Yurick no longer possesses a pure heart and thus can no longer cast light magic. Nonetheless, he carries one on his person as a reminder of what he once was. The sword meanwhile represents his desire to regain some of the strength he once had.
  
  Other:
  
  Color Code: Dark Green

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Looking through the lore and it looks pretty thought-out and interesting. Am I good to start looking at some options or is this pretty much at capacity?

 

[RedArmyShogun]

It's based off who puts in the best sheets, so not all of us are going to pass. Or so it was said to me in interest check. Though so far, a lot of people haven't put anything in or even communicated here, so I would just run with it.

 

[Landsharks]

Looking through the lore and it looks pretty thought-out and interesting. Am I good to start looking at some options or is this pretty much at capacity?

What Red said, just shoot your shot brother

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

Here's my sheet, might have some small changes here and there in the future but here it is!

(If I become responsible enough, I'll finish that art for her but at this moment I am bombarded with time consuming assignments uwu)

Spoiler: Evelle

"I am a De'Ark. I am worthy."​

• Overview
• General
• Backstory
• Other

• 
  Name: Sacha Evelle De'Ark
  Age: 23
  Gender: Female
  Class: Pegasus Knight
  Origin: Reine
  
  Summary: A young pegasus knight with a great wonder for magic en route to Solan to deliver a package that decides if she is worthy of the De'Ark name.[/SIZE]
  
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  Appearance: Evelle stands with a height of a hundred and sixty-seven centimeters and a weight of a hundred and twenty-five pounds. She may have the air of a delicate individual, her body akin to an athletic one with her slender figure and taut muscles from years of training. Her hair is often compared to the moonlight, while her eyes are the color of twilight. A distinct physical feature of the De'Ark bloodline.
  
  She has a few scars here and there from the intense training, all healed but scars nonetheless- hidden by her clothes. She wears the light armor that all Pegasus knights wear accompanied by simpler clothes and padding underneath, any heavier would be a strain for her companion.
  
  Personality: Being taught that their family motto was everything they should strive for did not allow Evelle to grow into her own person. Lonely, and embittered by life at such an early age, she had created a facet that distanced herself away from others. She is stoic and logical, never letting her emotions get the better of her to the point that she is almost unfeeling towards others.
  
  As much as she hates her family, they are also the only human connection she has. The embers of her anger beg to explode but she kept pouring water over it. She is afraid of losing what little she has and if it means that she becomes their perfect daughter then so be it. A blind loyalty to her family that surpasses even that of her beliefs.
  
  Like most Reinan, Evelle has a touch of xenophobism instilled in her. Especially towards Glaisians. Not that she acts on it every hour of every day. It can be seen through her actions how judgemental she can be to other races, but if the need arises she will keep her mouth shut and work together but she makes it a point that being with them is not something she enjoys.
  
  Despite all this, deep down Evelle yearns for an honest and wholesome human connection. What coldness she gives to others is as warm as her fondness for animals. She just doesn’t know how to express it in any way.
  
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  Backstory: Born in the Capital of Naga's Cradle, Sacha Evelle De'Ark comes from a long line of Crownsguards. Their family motto are, "Our blood is bound to our duty, our lives is for the greater purpose." Her life was not filled with the joys of being a child, nor was she treated like one. At an early age, she figured out that the only way to obtain praise was to act the way her parents wanted her to be, and that she should dream of becoming a Crownsguard like everyone in her family.
  
  It was a struggle for Evelle to grow up to become just like her family who donned heavy armor and wielded swords and axes. She preferred the lance, it's long and graceful to wield just like dancing, compared to its other bladed siblings. At the age of ten, she found her calling after finding a wounded pegasus, its wing broken from falling from the sky. She named him Xander, like the great hero from books of old.
  
  Unlike her siblings, Evelle was criticized a lot for not being as prodigious as the others. Her hard work always fell flat to the shining talent of the others but that didn't stop her, her hunger for her parent's love and attention kept her going. She had come to grow bitter of her siblings, their talents, the attention they receive, and how they give her little to nothing. Perhaps it was for the best, their family was not well-liked either, being thought of as pompous jerks who see themselves as the elite in the line of Crownsguards. An organization she became a part of by her 19th year of age, watching over the land from the skies.
  
  The isolation was enough for Evelle to get used to seeking her own time alone in the library if she wasn't tending to Xander, coming across books of magic every now and then. That was where her interest truly lies but alas, her parents would never approve of such a thing and the last thing she wanted was to become an outcast... or maybe that was what she needed?
  
  Not too long ago, Evelle was called by her father for a mission. Her task was to deliver a gem to Solan. Disobedience comes out of her lips but her father was having none of it. She was to arrive at the Festival and complete her mission or never come home again, should she fail, she would become a disgrace to their bloodline and an outcast to their family.
  
  Equipment:
  
  • Steel Lance
  • Vulnerary (3)
  • De'Ark Family Crest
  • Small Package
  • Antitoxin (1)
• 
  Likes:
  
  • Animals, most especially the Equidae species
  • Books
  • Organization
  • Flying
  • Traveling, surprisingly
  • Training
  
  Dislikes:
  
  • Mess
  • Getting lost
  • Her siblings
  • Her parents
  • Getting dirty
  • Uselessness (Her own)
  
  Quirk: Walking through mud is a big no for Evelle, she also doesn't let Alexander gallow through it. She brushes Alexander every day, if she doesn't her day is ruined as is Alexander's glorious coat. She doesn't eat fish, only because fish smell the way they do.
  
  Other: Her Pegasus' full name is Alexander Maximus Fiyer. She brought her favorite book, The Tales of Alexander, with her. She's ambidextrous.
  
  Color Code: 643FDC
  

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Spoiler: Raina Faerberg

"Whatcha need? I got swords, staves, shields, and axes of legendary quality! ...No, you can't buy the cat."
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• Overview
• General
• Backstory
• Other

• 
  Name: Raina Faerberg
  Age: 19
  Gender: Female
  Class: Fighter
  Origin: Sunfall, Solans
  Summary: An ambitious apprentice seeking to restore her family’s reputation by crafting a weapon of legend.
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  Appearance: A Solan woman with bright crimson hair that is usually done up in a ponytail, upbeat blue eyes, and fair skin standing at approximately 5’6” and weighing near 150 lbs due to the surprising amount of muscle on her otherwise small frame. Her figure lies between more of a square and hourglass body shape with a slightly below average bust size, both of which are typically concealed with her apparel.
  
  Spoiler: Combat

  
  Personality: An extroverted and rambunctious young woman. Raina seems to have little issue approaching people, perhaps too little of an issue as if something sparks her interest, personal space appears to be the last of her concerns. She does appear to carry with her a bit of a merchant’s tongue, capable of bartering and negotiating with others due to her work. Despite her eccentricities, she is rather laidback and easy to get along with, seemingly capable of getting frustrated but never losing her temper or taking it out on the wrong person. That is, save for when it comes to her craft, which she takes to heart and gravely seriously.
  
• 
  Backstory: Raina is a local of Sunfall, having spent her entire life in the bustling capital. She is of ordinary birth and a commoner, with no real eccentricities particular to her family except her own ambitions. Her mother passed away shortly after her birth and her father was a blacksmith of which she took after.
  
  She was always a bit of a tomboy and, while not necessarily interested in fighting, she had taken an interest in weapons early on due to her exposure to them via her family work. This attraction was deeper than that of a kid finding the sharp object “cool” and fun to swing around. She admired the sheen, the craftsmanship, the design. As her father had told her, a reliable weapon and undaunted shield or armor was a soldier’s most trustworthy allies. Raina took this to heart, believing that, through their work, they were aiding more people than they ever could by fighting themselves.
  
  Raina took on apprenticeship with her father, learning the trade and crafting equipment for adventurers or mercenaries that passed through, as well as helping fill requisition and repair orders for the army, working on bettering her own techniques and designs in the meantime. While never traveling outside the city, she eagerly learned from stories of combat from travelers and soldiers alike, which she used to further her own knowledge in the betterment of her craft.
  
  Unfortunately, tragedy would soon befall the father and daughter. While passionate about their work, they were no less familiar to complaints or criticisms, as was the nature of any business. However, the latest complaint came from a lord’s family claiming the blade that was sold to him was of shoddy quality and shattered upon first use, resulting in the lord being injured when he was attacked by bandits in his travels. The blade was of no poor quality or craft and likely broke due to improper use. Regardless, his slander carried weight and Raina’s family’s reputation suffered for it. Business slowed, with some scorning their name or having lost trust in it otherwise, and with it Raina’s father lost motivation as well. He worked less, lacked that spark he had before, and even took to drinking more than a simple pint to relax after work.
  
  On the other hand, this event lit a fire under Raina. Furious with their defamation and determined to prove them wrong, it only spurred her to craft a weapon of such quality, that none could ever suspect the craft of a Faerberg. She would smith a legendary weapon!
  
  …Of course, she hasn’t gotten to that point yet. While skilled in her craft for her age, she still lacks much experience and her father is no longer in a state to advance her education. Raina now works herself to keep the smithery afloat, seeking to advance her skills in her freetime.
  
  Equipment:
  
  • Steel Axe
  • Blacksmiths Tools
  • Vulnerary
  • Gold Purse
• 
  Likes:
  
  • Blacksmithing and crafts
  • Learning
  • Stories and storytelling
  • Steak
  • Company
  Dislikes:
  
  • Failure
  • Quiet
  • Unconstructive criticism
  • Spoiled nobility
  • Dresses
  • Heavy alcohol
  Quirk: Regarding her craft, either when working and examining something can be prone to tunnel-visioned mutterings to herself despite who or how many are present.
  Color Code: #ED2939
  

 

[Aura Of Twilight]

I did some edits of Yurick's character sheet. Felt like he was too similar to another certain blond prince.

That aside, All of these characters submitted so far look amazing guys.

 

[Marlowe]

A small note: I won't be accepting any more applications from people who HAVEN'T proclaimed interest in the past. We have enough prospects at the moment.

In other news, here's my girl.

Spoiler: Kyou Baatar

In the name of the Inheritors, you shall feel the sting of ice and snow!
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• Overview
• General
• Backstory
• Other

• 
  Name: Baatar, Kyou
  Age: 22
  Gender: Female
  Class: Myrmidon
  Origin: Lonkaa, Glaise
  
  Summary: A disgraced swordswoman that desperately wanders the continent in a grandiose search for renewed purpose.
• 
  Appearance:
  Kyou is a tall woman, toeing 6 feet in height. Her legs are long and toned from her countless treks through the snow, and she is rather broad shouldered. Her skin is rough, weathered by almost a hundred blizzards, but her face is round and gently tapered at the chin. Thick black locks spill over her shoulders and become wavy near the edges, though she keeps her hair in check by tying it in a haphazard braid. Her eyes are warm and bear a honey-brown hue that often sparkle with intensity, curiosity, and a near boundless hunger.
  
  She is often seen in common Glaisian furs and armor, which she seems to be loathe to remove even in the southern nations' wet heat. If one knows where to look, they can glimpse a hint of mangled, ragged scars slithering beneath her pelts. Kyou is never seen without her blades, which are ever kept in the ornate black-and-gold sheathes that dangle from her left hip.
  
  Personality:
  Kyou often comes off as a taciturn, aloof young woman who keeps away from the spotlight. When dealing with strangers, she is a woman of few words-- whether this is out of disinterest or shyness, one cannot say. Nevertheless, many have regarded her as a fierce and intense woman who has a knack for keeping down hard liquor. She knows how to protect herself and diffuse rising tensions with a simple glare, a scowl, and a furrow of the brow, which has intimidated a large amount of people she has come across so far. This has led to many either avoiding her or pestering her with offers to pick her up as a sellsword, which has guided her away from any attempts at forging worthwhile relationships.
  
  In reality, Kyou is the opposite of what she lets on. Her stubborness borders on childish and she is prone to get in petty arguments with those that push her buttons. She is passionate and hot-blooded; it's hard to get her to stay still, having become used to being on the road. She bears the same haughtiness as the others of her kind, which drives her to be a rather boastful, proud, and cocky individual who is eager to impress. Kyou is prone to being a bit too loud and her outbursts border on the comical and deranged; her flamboyant personality is highlighted by the fact that she talks to herself under her breath, and such strings of words are far from the eloquent speech that is befitting of a maiden.
• 
  Backstory:
  Born an only child in the depths of Glaise, Kyou was a disappointment to her parents the moment she took her first breath. Her father had wanted a son, and every time he looked at his newborn daughter he would scowl and sigh and curse her mother for not doing anything right. Her own mother was disdainful of the fact that Kyou's birth had earned her more beatings. Every time the babe cried or wailed for milk, her father would physically assault her mother when she couldn't find a way to soothe her. When she reached adolescence, parents' disappointment became as icy as the deepest, darkest Glaisian blizzard. Kyou's mother was dismayed at the fact that she had become somewhat of a tomboy that wrestled with the local boys in the snow and gave them a bloody nose or two; she often went days without speaking to her, especially after one of her father's beatings. Her father, on the other hand, became interested in Kyou's robustness. He turned to teaching her the ways of the sword and their training lessons often spanned for hours. At the end of the day, Kyou would return home hungry, bruised, and exhausted to a spiteful mother who would make her help prepare dinner or scrub the wooden floors clean.
  
  By the time Kyou came of age, she was an adept swordswoman that had made a name for herself in her hometown. Her father and her worked together as sellswords, and together they created a mercenary group that garnered quite a bit of gold coin. Their expeditions led to the most dangerous of places-- into the depths of a poisonous wyvern's lair, stalking into the heart of a pack of sabretooth cats-- but they always emerged victorious. Stories of their squadron's achievements reached far into the wintry depths of the northern frontier, drifting all of the way to the capital of Karai. The Khan wanted them -- specifically her -- to assist in the swapping of prisoners with Yelm. Despite her complaints, her father demanded that she attend to her duties. The trip to Karai was cruel, and soon after she arrived to meet with the rest of their unit and the imprisoned Yelmians, they had to set out for the village of Yaeda. The whole expedition took just over a week... and when they arrived to swap prisoners with the awaiting Yelmians, their exchange was disrupted by an ambush of assassins. No matter how hard Kyou fought, their numbers were picked off one by one-- and at the end of the battle, only she and a few of the Glaisians from Karai were left standing. The court official that she was tasked to protect and the Yelmians laid in puddles of thick blood. They were dead; the living had no other choice than to return home to face their punishments.
  
  Kyou's fierce tenacity had vanished by the time she returned to Lonkaa. Her father waited there for her there, whip in hand. He delivered one hundred lashes unto the tender skin of her back, left her bleeding like the corpse of the court official that laid there on the Yelmian soil only a few days prior. The last thing he told her was to leave and never return. And as soon as her wounds crusted over with dried blood, that was exactly what she did. For the first time in her life, Kyou was on her own. Her life is to become what she makes of it, even if she decides to allow her eyes to cloud over with the dense fog of her past.
  
  Equipment:
  - Wo Dao
  - Steel Sword
  - Elixir x3
  
  
• 
  Likes:
  - the snow
  - the night
  - being around others, large cities
  - spicy food
  - music and dancing
  - stories
  - practicing with her sword
  - animals, such as dogs, reptiles, and wyverns
  
  Dislikes:
  - the heat and bright skies
  - isolation, silence
  - people who don't like admitting they're wrong
  - loud, disruptive people
  - people who think they're smarter than they actually are
  - stubborn, egotistical individuals
  - cats-- she's allergic to them
  
  Quirk:
  - Talks to herself a lot, even in her sleep.
  
  Other:
  
  Color Code: #C6BEFF

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Better hope for some males from the rest then, lul. Deadline is the day after tomorrow, yeah?

 

[Marlowe]

Yeah we need males. Deadline is Wednesday/Thursday.

 

[AI10100]

I can make the necessary switch if needed but I'll probably wait around to see if more come in and all that

 

[Serei2477]

I can always change Hati to a dude as well. All I'd have to do is change her FC and some pronouns :>

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Same here. Nothing too much changes if I genderswap Raina. I already had a male variant picked out as well so it would be a very minor change.

 

[Colorless Spectrum]

I don't mind changing Evelle's gender too, if need be.

 

[Landsharks]

I'm just gonna start counting it off before everyone flips and this goes the other way:

5 male sheets, 8 female sheets

Only like one or two people would need to flip so far assuming the current gender ratio still stands on acceptance, and also assuming everyone gets in. Probably best to wait for acceptances and then swap genders if needed.

 

[Castello]

It’s not like gender makes an enormous difference in an rp like this.

I say we need more girl power.

 

[Marlowe]

I have a preference for balanced rosters, I don't condone a sausage fest or the female version of it lol

 

[EmperorsChosen]

Let's be real. It was never going to be a sausage fest lol

 

[Marlowe]

Sheets are due today/tomorrow! If you haven't submitted, please do so.

 

[Marlowe]

Fundamentals21
mousecreant
ISHTAR
Rusty of Shackleford
Bixir
EtherealShadows
ThatGuyWithSouvlaki
RougeRogue

I'm willing to give you guys until Friday/Saturday to submit sheets, but you really need to message me and explain what's going on.