Fantasy Fracture Characters

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When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.

-Ursula K. Le Guin​

 

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⚔ Yin Qu ⚔​

Basics

Gender: Female
Age: 24
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Martial Status: Unmarried, unendowed, uninterested
Occupation: High Guard of the Church of the Light
Nicknames: None
Face Claim: Fei Fei Sun

Personality

One might expect that the woman who is designated to protect the most precious of the Church of Light may be quiet, calculating, preferring the shadows to the action.

Yin has always defined expectation.

Loud and as boisterous as any of the men that she holds power over, Yin lets her opinion be known because she is the designated protector of the most precious of the Church of Light. The Church needs her more than she needs the Church; there are thousands other noblemen, thousands other merchants, that would pay a pretty coin to have her sword guarding their wares and their life. She knows her value and refuses to take anything less than it.

Even so, she is not so reckless as to completely disregard the expectations of those who have hired her. She knows that while her talents are exceptional, they are not unique, and that even as she could find a new hire, the Church could find a new sword. And that sword may come for her head as well.

Yin did not rise to be the best of the best for no good reason. A witty woman with sharp reflexes, Yin is the best the Church has to offer in terms of strength. Unmatched in all of the tournaments that she has partaken in in honor of the great goddess, it is clear to those who pay tribute to the church that if it is said that Yin has arrived to collect a debt, than you are far overdue.

Likes: Her family, the men and women who serve under her, the Church of the Light, sweets, the break of dawn, fishing with her father and younger sister, eating her mother's cooking, teasing her older brother, the sweet smell of flowers, the way her sword shines after cleaning, the thud of a vanquish foes' body hitting the ground
Dislikes: Her younger sister's curiosity, fat bishops, the smell of rotting corpses, the still of the night, cold breezes, frogs, slugs, the way that animals will stare, unblinking; short hair, the sneers of men who she could kill in their sleep

Biography

Born the middle child to a simple foot soldier and a wealthy heiress who had run away together, Yin's life began in the midst of scandal but was quiet nonetheless. Her parents did their best to shield her and her elder brother, and later her younger sister, from the comments of those who thought it ridiculous that a woman who stood to have a dowry worthy of a nobleman had decided to marry a man who had resorted to no particular craft but his strength. Though they were poor for much of the beginning of Yin's life, she was happy. Her father sang songs to her and her siblings and her mother cooked, stirring pots of savory soups and ladling onto their plates dishes with flavorful spices. They lived in peace with one another.

Yin was always the most boisterous of her three siblings, far exceeding her shy brother's propensity to entice men and always a step ahead of her sullen younger sister in terms of wits. Her brother could only best her in sitting still and her sister was only greater at catching fish, reeling in giant carps to feed the family for dinner. So they let Yin and her ability to charm anyone she met speak for itself.

She was made aware of the Church and the allure of the guards who worked there one day when her uncle came to visit, bringing news that the last High Guard had been slain in battle. At the mere age of thirteen, she demanded her father bring her to the training grounds, to hone her own arm. She had spent many a night watching him polish the sword by the meager fire they had, her mother watching him gently in the flickering light. She thought it awe inspiring, to watch the men and handful of women who were expected to protect their land from the darkness that lay beyond march by her small home when they returned from battle, weary but victorious.

Her father resisted at first. After all, she was his darling child and the danger of dying was always too real. But she persisted and went along with him anyways, unable to receive formal education in the first place and unwilling to sit still in a corner alongside her sister and mother, listening to the elder woman as she tried to teach them to read. And so, Yin began her arduous journey.

There were close calls. Days where she lay in the infirmary, bleeding from deep wounds. By some miracle, she did not catch fevers, though there were those who did, withering next to her in coughing fits, spitting up blood before laying absolutely still and letting the darkness take them. She thought that that was the cruelest way to go, even worse than to die on the battlefield, for that was an honorable death and to lie gasping for air on a white cot stained with sweat and other fluids was not.

So she trained.

By the time she was twenty-one, it was widely known that she was a strong woman, perhaps the strongest that they had happened upon in anyone's living memory. She dueled for the position of High Guard, unseating the previous one in tournament and claiming the title for her own.

Yin now works exclusively for the Church of the Light, oftentimes protecting important figures when they travel or hunting down those who may be committing high treason against them. On occasion, she is called to simply stand watch, gaze sharp and sword at arm's length, to pressure a nobleman or two. Those are her most unfavored tasks.

Three years into her reign, she has started to grow restless. Fame and fortune have come to her in her position, as has boredom. She wants a worthy enemy, someone to clash against. When she was informed that there may be someone to fetch, someone who could potentially be critical in ensuring that the Church continue on, she obeyed. But only because the doom that was described sounded like something even she could not fight against.

Other

Family​

Father: Ning Qu, age 46, a simple foot soldier. Endlessly proud of his children. Endlessly worried of his children.
Mother: Xiu Qu, age 46, a housewife and former heiress to a wealthy merchant family. Satisfied with her life, no matter what others may say.
Brother: Jian Qu, age 27, a now-wealthy merchant. Husband to a wonderfully rich merchant named Huan. Cares for his family deeply.
Sister: Zhen Qu, age 20, an entertainer for the noblemen through her ability to perform. Often performs operas with the troupe that she has helped mold. Wishes to become part of a traveling band one day.

Skills​

Swordsmanship: Without question. Unbested in all aspects of the art.
Rudimentary medical knowledge: Knows how to stint a broken bone, how to wrap a proper gauze, but stitching is beyond her grasp.
Polyglot: Has done her best to learn as many of the languages of those who worship the Goddess of Light. Is not always fluent, but it is a start.

 

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Corban Zerros​

Basics

Gender: Male
Age: 23
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Martial Status: Unmarried
Occupation: Farmhand
Nicknames: None
Face Claim: Gaspard Ulliel

Personality

Corban learned early on in his life that not many appreciated him other than his father and mother, and it affected him. That was not to say he was a negative person, but it did make him appreciate things that were either quiet or deeply personal. He enjoys being alone, throws himself into his work, does it well, and then calls it a day when the work is done. He deeply cares for his family, boring and unworthy of note as they are, but has always realized what a deadend their life was. Even still, he is the type of person to keep pressing ahead because it was what was expected of him.

Often too smart for his own good, his mouth has gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion. Conveniently enough, though, it was just as capable of getting him out of trouble and he uses that to his advantage more often than anything else. He has always been very personable... even if it is just an act, and he would prefer to be off on his own.

Likes: Sleep, fresh baked bread, the fall season, quiet contemplation, storytelling
Dislikes: Arrogance, crass people, oppression, laziness

Biography

Corban has never had an 'easy' life but it was never one that was harder than any of his neighbors'. To a point his story is very similar to their own: working the land to survive until the next harvest, filling the days with labor and the nights with sleep. There is something unique about him, however: from an early age he presented an affinity for magic. In most cases that kind of heritage and power was embraced, but it was very unique for Corban: he presented with powers that mimiced the goddess of light. It had been generations since there were even stories of someone with ability over light and even those were considered fairytales. Shockingly, it was seen as a bad omen.

He was shunned by his community and took that to heart, never bothering to practice or even develop the talent. He was content to work his family's land like everyone else, only dealing with comments and criticism when he would take the time to go into town. Small communities, word always got around - particularly about something unique even when unpracticed.