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<div style="text-align:center;"><p>Sifa Miervaldis
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<div style="text-align:center;"><p>Sifa Miervaldis
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<strong>Descendant of:</strong> Saulė, Baltic goddess of the sun <strong>Title:</strong> Chiliarch <strong>From the Legends:</strong> Despite her petite form and seemingly harmless appearance, Sifa was the helm of the Divine Order who had been responsible for defeating the Army of Ruin. It was through her leadership that the Divine Order of the legends had been able to pull through during those dark times while she had also been the one to make the Divine Order of the Children of Solora no more. While the whole entirety of the Divine Order was hers to command, Sifa was a force to recon on her own as she was capable of summoning a legion of fiery familiars to aid her in battle earning her the nickname "Chiliarch." According to certain records, Sifa was quite the mischief maker and loved playing pranks on her fellow teammates. Many wondered how she had become the leader of the group, but perhaps her spirit contributed towards her charisma. Ciril Muirghein <img src="<___base_url___>/media/cmss-npc.5560/full" class="ipsImage" alt="full" />
<strong>Descendant of:</strong> Lir, Irish god of the sea <strong>Title:</strong> <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">Old Man of the Sea</span> Stalwart Spirit <strong>From the Legends:</strong> The right hand of Sifa as well as her childhood friend, Ciril was the second-in-command of the group. He was known to be a man of confidence who was dutiful and loyal to his comrades no matter how tough things got. While he wasn't as well versed as the others in the control over the power granted to him by his respective god, Ciril went down in history as one of the greatest and most skilled swordsmen that the world had ever seen. Even when going against someone who could use magic, Ciril still dominated his battles with his tactical genius and physical prowess. Aren Eckhard <img src="<___base_url___>/media/alone-hades-full-474095.6085/full" class="ipsImage" alt="full" />
<strong>Descendant of:</strong> Alaunus, Gaulish god of healing and prophecy <strong>Title:</strong> The Musician <strong>From the Legends:</strong> Unlike Sifa and Ciril, Aren wasn't the one fighting on the frontlines. That simply wasn't his role. Aren was a healer and the herald of prophecies. While those two jobs were indeed important, they weren't the reason why he was counted as one of the pivotal members of the group. Since he had been a child, Aren had been gifted with musical talent and the ability to uplift the spirits of anyone who listened to his music. It is said that his music was so wondrous and mystical that it was like he had been blessed by The Prophet herself. Although he was noted to be quite sarcastic and sly at times, during the toughest moments that the group and the inhabitants of Solorus faced, Aren had been the one to keep everyone's morale up with his music and his undying spirit. <strong>Sample Scene (Sifa and Ciril):</strong> Sifa set her teacup daintily down on the table with a soft clink. She looked over smugly at Ciril who seemed to be deep in thought over something. Oh ho ho? Was he worried about something? The petite girl snickered into her sleeve before addressing her second-in-command. <strong>"My dearest Ciril, what might be bothering you?"</strong> At this, the blond sat up straight in his seat as if she had just pricked his back with a needle. This made Sifa even more curious over what Ciril could have possibly been worrying about. He was a worrywart when it came to battle tactics, but other than that, he was a man of confidence who didn't really allow most things to bother him. Ciril furrowed his brow in contemplation of whether or not he should speak out about whatever was bothering him before finally deciding to tell Sifa, <strong>"Why...why is it that my title is Old Man of the Sea?"</strong> There was a long silence before it was broken by Sifa's cackling ringing throughout the tearoom. Any elegance that she might have been displaying before was thrown out the window. It had been a nickname that she had given him on a whim due to his strict nature and she had continued to refer to him by that title as he had never protested. So he <em>was</em> bothered by it. Ciril didn't even wait for Sifa to cease laughing and simply left the room. Oh, she offended him. Sifa wrote herself a note to buy Aiolos flowers for him as an apology later. That and she had to think up of a better name if he was really that bothered by it. </p></div><p>
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