Final Fantasy: The Waiting Kingdom

**LonelyWanderer** · 01-14-2013

FF: The Waiting Kingdom Plot:

The once great land of Laceratus has, in recent history, become defiled and corrupt. It used to be a land of peace, commerce and heroism. Ruled by a great man by the name of “The Don”; he was a man who cherished honesty and loyalty, he inspired many. But those days did not last for The Don became very ill very quickly. It was an illness that baffled every doctor and before long he perished. Still, many remained hopeful, for he had a son, his name was Emile and he was next in line to be emperor. However the land and its people quickly sunk into dark times by the men who truly control it. Each of the races is living almost completely in segregation now and commerce has begun to get worse and worse, even among the Moogles. Monsters have been growing more and more violent over the years and merchants are having a harder time reaching the more secluded outposts. Not only that but for reasons unbeknownst to even Zethians, technology has begun to fail us. We are unable to use or make it anymore and this resulted in the Human economy plummeting and poverty swallowing up the people. Humans have been enslaved by now superior races due to their lack of will from the Don’s death. Because of this there has been a magic ban placed on all Humans of the capital, no humans in the capital shall practice magic. The famed capital of humans, Westeros has almost completely fallen under the corrupt hands of his majesty’s adviser. Very few know of him and even fewer know him personally and at this point not a single man has begun to suspect him. This is where we find our heroes, perhaps the last of a dying breed. They have all found themselves in Westeros though for different reasons, one cause will unify them all. If anyone can work together to end this chaos and once and for all bring back peace throughout the land, it is them. Though they may not be your run-in-the-mill save the world type, true heroes don’t get too choose.

Their task will not be easy, they must travel across the continent making allies and solving conflicts to bring the aid of the rest of the world. They must also better themselves through harsh battles and grueling quests, collecting crystals and unlocking hidden talents not known before. Each race will be important and each class even more so, for there will be no turning back once this journey has begun and the stakes have become too high to give up. Each individual will have his or her own specific challenges and tribulations however if they can somehow learn to work as a team, they may just be the men and woman this world needs.

Now that you have a general overview of the plot. Here are the rules to making a CS and having a good time here

Rules
Respect the GM's Decisions, they are final.
Respect the other players.
Don't meta post or anything crazy like that.
None of this: "My character attacks the army of demons and somehow manages to murder them all." Just stop please.
You have to change the color of your characters name in your CS to be accepted.
Before you're accepted BOTH I and Red must approve of your CS.
ONLY TWO CHARACTERS PER RACE. Seriously if there's two humans, then no more humans.
ONLY ONE PER CLASS. Same as above but with one.

CS:

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Now here is the Race list:

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Now here is an explanation of magic and a list of starting skills per class.

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Next up we have a map of the known world (Hint: A ton is undiscovered and as we discover it it shall be added to the map.):

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Finally, we have all of the accepted Character Sheets:

Sothe:

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Micaih:

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X-072:

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Zul'ran

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Ravielle 'Ravi' Andres

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Name:
Ravielle 'Ravi' Andres

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

Class:
Berserker

Appearance:

Accentuated with long dark locks of hair, and only the bare minimum of berserker armor, Ravi is a strange sight compared to most females. On a superficial level, she's attractive to most , until one notices the muscles poking from her biceps, which is uncommon in most females where she originates. Those opaque blue orbs of hers are often feline like, and are often tempted to peer across rooms. She is more than what meets the eye, though is often avoided because of her somewhat feral appearance. Ravielle frequently garners attention because of her tall, erect stature, and lean, slightly muscular limbs, but it is quite obvious to anyone that she is in fact female. Lean, tall, flexible or not. More noticeable is the multitude of scars that litter her body from countless battles, some miniature, others a lighter hue than the rest of the skin. Normally her armor is light on bulk, in fact, what she wears can hardly be called armor at at, due to its frequency to fall apart, and the number of times she's had to replace the equipment.

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Personality:
Very strange and aloof, she's seen as not being all there, or completely lost in her thoughts, so she's silent at most times because of an instinct to think deeply. When she does get to talking, her conversations are intriguing, light, and charming, but carry no deeper substance other than friendly banter. During battle she is mostly silent, and will only speak when necessary. When her morals are confronted she becomes outspoken, even seemingly violent. Ravi actively seeks out knowledge, and her curiosity often leads to new discoveries. She has an adventurous spirit, but this isn't an outward aspect she shows. She'll stay put if any adventuring tends to endanger anybody she's with, although in solitude its common to see her running about, or training. She is pleasant enough to talk to, but others tend to get the feeling that she has not rounded herself out to others, making her seem distant, but not cold. Inwardly, she is a naturally empathetic person, and is sensitive to all the little vibrations around her, she tends to see life in a variety of colors, and is prone to daydreaming. Outwardly, she is superficial, and also afraid of mutual relationships. Pleasant to talk to, but fierce in battle.

Likes:
Nature
Sleeping
Daydreaming
Climbing Trees
Alcohol
Competitive Fighting
Armor

Dislikes:

Loud Noises
Fiends
Obnoxious People
Urban Settings
Her armor falling apart

Fears:
Dying
Disease
Being Weak

Strengths:
Emotional:
She is courageous and compassionate in battle, choosing to take most of the hits and willing to sacrifice herself for the sake of those she cares for. Despite being more of a quiet person, she has the temperament of a honorable warrior, and treats everyone with respect, even if she may dislike them. She is patient, calm, and observant, she has the craftiness to think ahead before attacking, and also knows when to back down when something might prove too much of a challenge.

Physical:
Strong, very strong, for a female, once recorded having carried a full-grown human man, across a field miles apart. Just for the average person she ranks as being rather strong. Most of it is centered less on the body, but more on her inner energies. Has a high endurance, with a good amount of pain resistance to boot, she can take offensive attacks with little effort during battle. Her strength helps her lift heavier than normal objects like stone blocks, or heavy pounds of equipment, and a benefit of being raised in the wild is her athletic free jumping skills, and even some stealth skills . Very aerobatic, and relies on all four limbs to create a succession and flurry of physical attacks.

Weaknesses:

Emotional:
Inconsistent, dependent, and lazy at her worse moments, it is very clear that her mind seems to hold doubt over optimism, though she never lets this show, in fact if she did, she would quite the whiner. Stubborn when it comes to emotional matters, she believes that her problems are her own and will completely refuse to ask for help if she believes she can handle it. Ravielle tends to avoid emotional circumstances at all costs, and is rather sensitive to criticism, but never hints at this. Rarely establishes stable, or emotional connections, as intense as she can be, she believes it is better to leave the flesh without any loose strands so she sees close relationships as being a burden, but is entirely intrigued by its complexities though not enough to exercise her own free will over it. At times she can act rather immature and boyish, being raised like in wild, gives her a slightly violent mentality, yet there is seldom a moment in which she lets her actions speak before her thoughts.

Physical:
As strong as she is, her balance is completely off, often times clumsy, a cut or an abrasion is a quotidian sight on her. Though she is prone to ignoring pain, sometimes past injuries bite back worse than she is willing to bear.The amount of strength many of her attacks use, require a large amount of energy, after a couple of battles, she's prone to exhaustion, and may choose not to battle when at her limit. Even though endurance and defense are strong qualities for her, she is quite impotent to offensive magic, being that the most she can do is try to evade them.

Biography:
So I took a BIG risk with the history, I had to assume much of what I wrote down, although if you want me to change it, I will.

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Dear Abilene,
In this letter, I have chosen to impart to you a tale, by which you may choose to tell Ravi or not, I apologize for never explaining my origin, or more importantly her origin. It would better to tell her as early as possible, so that maybe her naturally curious attitude can be quenched. I am sorry for leaving you, and that it has come to this. This letter signifies my death, so please any halt any attempts in seeking me out, I am long gone.
-Your Love, Daten

"The err of all humans; unfortunately, is that their senses, and perceptions can easily deceive them at the worst of moments, even beyond the basis of reasoning."

Andres, a cliff overlooking a tempest sea, followed by the dark over wash of clouds in the distance, any honest merchant would admit to naturally avoiding trade here, but the allure of business wills them so towards the small island city. Here they trade, and just 20 years from the epilogue to this tale does the story begin for a young kingdom. Rather, its future descendants, no one call exactly recall when this small island came under the leadership of the Andres family, though records date back hundreds of years, even in the early days when explorers were prone to pillaging the islands for resources and slaves, the island has always stood incredibly strong due to its leadership. The so called Andres, humans to be more exact, are a versatile clan, many claim their lineage to such nobility because of their prestige, but such was to be recognized only in the newest order, the most recent generation. Her majesty was expected for a male heir to the throne. Upon the day of the arrival, an unexpected anomaly came along with this boy, a female, the female who was in fact born earlier than the male, and thus more mature. In essence, it would have been the rightful heir to the Andres throne. Though the family knew nothing of female leadership, in fact, others were appalled by the idea that their soon to be deceased king would be replaced by a woman an unappealing future to the people.

The clan fought for an answer to the situation, finding that some of the solutions were too radical, some even suggesting the death of the so called 'abomination'. A council was gathered within the palace, to which I was present, her majesty looked nothing but distraught, her face sullen, marked with apprehension and a melted essence. His majesty wrought with a similar expression, although most associated this with his current sickness, I could see the pain in his eyes, as his long time adviser during those few months after the birth, he imparted to me his distress.

"No child should be sacrificed for the health of a nation."

Yet, he and I both knew what decision these beasts; this council; we now stood in front of would exact on his child. In Andre, the people were stronger than any monarchy, but the decisions were all rounded together by this council, they represented the King, and have done so for centuries, even the current King was nothing but a figure-head. He had no true power, yet Andres had established itself as a monarchy nation. During their deliberation, at the behest of his majesty, the female was to be excluded out of the family by any means necessary, and even if they had not explicitly mentioned death, he and his spouse could see that that would have been the preferred method. As much as I fought to oppose the law, there was nothing I could do, concerning my position as nothing but a measly scholar. Her parents were desperate, and broken apart, they clenched at whatever circumstance they could find to save the girl, but they also bore the futility of separation, they would never see their daughter, never know what type of person she would become, but at the very least they could save her life. I enacted a plan to save her, but just as they presumed there would be a large possibility of them never seeing the child. I myself, would need to sacrifice my position as head scholar for the island, my entire life's work abandoned to save this helpless child. Another part of me could not agree on something that was neither her fault, her very existence was being thrown away without any knowledge or fault on her part. I wouldn't have wanted to stand witness to that, no matter how pleasant the death may have been. For weeks we practiced a route at sea, looking the closest spot of land we could use, so I could escape and possibly raise the girl myself. At first, I hadn't contemplating actually raising the poor little thing, I was far past the age for bringing up children, but that quickly changed the night the plan went into action. It is better for me to describe it now, as much as this old mind forgets things, I willed myself to remember this event, to let it sear into the canals of my conscious, forever in memory.

The night quickly wasted into the day, or so it seemed as the usually dark clouds rolled into the horizon, like any other evening, I was sitting among the guests at a dining table, food being dispersed in droves by the nobles, laughter, and merriment filled the air, though these occasions were always known for the cajolery the lower class showed to nobles. They appeased to them nightly, while their majesty's sat, uninterested, warped into their thoughts by a tugging moon. I simply walked towards the end of the table, dipping slightly in my stature, ready for his majesty's word. Just a few hours from now, the girl would be killed, and I needed to act fast. The King swallowed his imaginary guilt back as I approached, his nod and a whisper were all I needed. Tonight would be it, no more planning, no more apprehension. Despite the hours I had to wait after the feast was over, I was quick to move to the upstairs room. The room had the soft radiance of a crystal, as the moon shown through the covers over the panel within the room. The male twin slept peacefully, just feet away from his sister, and there I witnessed a silhouette kneeling over by the female's crib, static, not a whisper of breath could be heard other than the soft hums of the two babes while they slept. I touched the soft fabrics of the figure's shoulder, and pulled the head slightly to reveal the intruder, what I thought could have been one of the nurses, was in fact, her majesty, struck in the temple, with only a minuscule amount of blood washing away into the blanket beneath her. She was gone, beyond the chains that held her essence together.

I...I was initially perplexed, even fearfully so, confused, who would do this, and for what reason? I gathered the girl into a bundle of blankets ensuring that I would not awaken the child. I was filled with an unbearable pain, the feeling that this Kingdom was falling apart, her death was completely unwarranted, and again, I felt the need to stay, the need to figure out why. I made my way into the hallways,using my cunning to hide amongst the shadows, the palace seemed empty, and I was fortunately enough to drift past soldiers, who were presumably going towards the room I had recently departed. It was then that I realized where I was, the top floor of the palace, his majesty's room, illuminated by burning candles, and a trail of blood leading out, where the impression of a great sword was left at the hinges on each side of the bedchamber's entrance. From there, I knew the soldiers were revolting, probably led by a member of the council, I knew for as long as I had been concerned with these politics, that the council wanted nothing more than absolute power over Andres, just for that, they could possibly expand and conquer new lands. It was then that I realized that there no point in checking on whether or not his Majesty was alive. I had a duty to protect his child, and that I would. I moved as quickly as possible, using a window as my escape. I never looked back to Andres, from the moment I stepped foot off the island, I knew this was no longer my land. I escaped by merchant ship into the night, the waves were calm enough to let the girl sleep in my arms. Those opaque blue orbs of hers reminded me of her parents, so much so that it pained me for months to even look her in the face. We had been companions for nearly 60 years, and I was the last of our triad. I was the last to know the truth of Andres plight, and I knew I would need to teach her how to regain her kingdom when the time came around.

Just a year later, after being dumped and transported from dock to dock, we made a permanent home in the outskirts of Rakomon Forest, just a little beyond civilizations, but enough for us to live in peace. Far from the rocky cliffs, the rocking waves of the ocean, and the usually rainy weather, for me this was something of a nice change, the only complaint was the sun, there very little shade, and our home was constructed out of basic materials. I had almost forgotten what it was like to live so frugally, to live mostly off the land, and then using the small villages to buy luxury items, or anything beyond the grasp of our needs. She grew into this new environment, comfortable with the wild, and her independence. At the mere age of 5, she was showing her adventurous streak, and often more than not, I've had to pry her away from certain dangers. Though of course she became one with the forest, and the forest one with her. I've noted that she is much like her father, a dreamer, strong limbs, curious about all things, adventurous, but practical. It was of course, so soon after I met you, admittedly Ravielle felt as if you were gradually going to replace her. You see you came in at a rather difficult time in out relationship, I noticed that Ravielle was nothing like the nobles she was born among, and I nearly threatened to take away the comfort of the forest for a civilized life. It was only when I nearly lost my life to fiends, and she came to save me, that I realized how strong, how independent, how right she was. I had no power over what she wanted to do, after all she was practically a queen in her own right. I noticed that after years of staying in the forest that her strength had grown, she was far stronger than the males who came from the tribes around, a little more lithe, and agile, but she could best any man in the village to an arm wrestle or two. She was the embodiment of her father's spirit, mixed with her mother's good looks, and levelheadedness, she even learned how to protect herself, the knowledge she gathered from certain warriors types in the villages, and the feral nature of the forest allowed her to grow into a unique warrior, a Beserker if I remember correctly. I knew it would serve her well one day. I also hoped that you would love her, my dear Abilene. And as I see ,you treated her like you did those orphans in your tribe, I am grateful that you two grew so close together, otherwise I don't think I would have been able to stand any bickering between the two of you.

But now, let us return to the matter at hand. This letter more than likely signals my death. Ravielle matured while I aged, and my heart longed to return to Andres, to see what had become of it. I had thought that maybe bringing Ravielle would replace me having to simply tell her (and its rather difficult getting that stubborn girl to believe most things.) The journey I told you about led us back to the island, or more like near the very edge of death itself. From the outside the sea surrounding the island was perpetuated with nothing but shards of former merchant ships, dead bodies marred the docks, along with a tarnished village left in ruins, plumes of stink rose from this carcass of land, but I knew I could not have been lost. No, me and the girl ventured out of the safety of our small little boat, and despite my old age I still believed in the old Andres. I could hardly walk through the villages, which were luckily filled with survivors, of what? I had to ask myself. I had mendicants, and formal nobles clawing at my robes, arrested of their sanity under their new ruler, the absolute Monarch, his majesty, Rae Andres. Ravielle's twin brethren who now ruled over the populace with some mysterious force, which seemed to enveloper the palace itself with a blue mysterious hue. Unfortunately for them, what they had gained in revolting and killing his majesty, turned out to be a tragic error. His son turned out to be more than just a tyrant, he was in fact an abomination, residing in the palace, taking random humans from the villages, fiends, and monsters of the like constantly pillaging the villages for more victims. Most are too afraid to even journey up to the castle now. Andres was no more.

With this in mind ,I could only guess that Rae was raised by the same noblemen who planned to conspire against his majesty and kill his child. No doubt what led to. Ravielle and I tried to save the small island, gathered the men and women who still held enough courage to go against that beast, I presumed that everything was under control, and we could avoid petty deaths. But we were severely mistaken in such judgement, I was mistaken. As willed as those people were most of them died on our journey towards the young king, sacrificing all they had, until me and Ravielle were the only two left within an emptied palace. They may have been nothing but commoners, but they fought with soul of warriors, that I can not forget.

The palace was left just as I remembered if not darker, and unkempt, blood stained each furnace, a layer of dust and grime saturated everything, I could feel the essence of evil radiating from its canals. No doubt the work of a corrupted crystal of sorts. Walking into the deep grotto underneath the castle I knew exactly where this hidden secret was. For years the lineage of the Andres family could control this crystal through blood, the spirits and energy seeping around it could be felt by any blood member of the Andres family, it was the real reason why they had established the kingdom here, the Andres had control over this crystal, which had been located on the island for years, and though it is nothing like crystals found on other continents in this realm, it's power was just as alluring. Ravielle was particularly sensitive to its vibrations when we ventured underground. We edged closer and closer towards the chamber room, finding litters of deceased knights and servants, some alive, but far beyond saving. And as the dark light mystified beneath our feet as we reached the heart chamber, a body, merely a fraction of what it used to be could be sitting on a makeshift throne, pale, and emaciated, I could only guess that this was the notorious Rae, jealously protecting this huge source of power. Both me and Ravielle stood disgusted. How could such a thing transpire? All this death, the stench of corruption.With his seat he could summon whatever demon that came to mind. For us the battle came with enduring difficulties, he could control the undead, summoning new monsters, it was actually taking us days to fight this monstrosity. We hid within the castle to replenish ourselves when the need arose. Nothing but ourselves fighting to defend such a small fraction of land. This was the most difficult battle I've had to face, I can fairly say that despite triumphing in the end, this sickness will kill me, being too close to the crystal's power has poisoned me.

After the battle, Rae became a being now linked to the crystal his existence now attached to an essence that was sealed away with my staff. The palace collapsed on itself a sort of sepulcher over the now destroyed crystal. The people of Andres are now free, and with what resources they had left they rebuilt their ships, moving the population out of a now fading memory. These last few months for me have been uneventful and painful, the crystal has weakened my body far beyond the point of healing, and I've no way of telling Ravielle, who in the end is essentially like a daughter to me. So I feel obligated to ask for only one more favor from a dying man. I have entered far into the wilds to keep my body from being found, I'll find my peace with nature. Ravielle (who I assume is home now, sleeping) will need to hear this story, again, I feared if I had told her, the battle might have been too much for her to bear, and to think that she could have been a Queen.

Let her know that I see no point in returning to Andres. Let it be lost by the sea, and instead let her find her own way through this world. It has been a wonderful journey throughout, and I couldn't have died without knowing how content I am with the outcome, this is all I ask of you. A dying man's wish, I Suppose?!

Sincerely, your love,
Daten

In the 2 years after this letter was sent Abilene finally regained the courage to tell Ravi, who; from the looks of things had not yet recovered from Dalen's death, surprisingly she took the information seriously, and was prompt in her desire to carry out her own life, the letter had given her such courage, that she ventured out of Rakomon Forest the next day traveling across the countryside, and into the more urban civilized locations, trying to fill the gap within her life, she suddenly felt as if she needed a purpose and figured a place like Westeros would help her fulfill this goal.

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Daten

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Andres last lead scholar before the death of his majesty, originally raised as a black mage, before choosing the more docile life of a scholar, his disappearance was investigated on the night of his majesty's death, along with that of his child, but nothing was found. The government initially held back any information pertaining to the night, in fact, blaming the scholar for the death of their former rulers. Thereby quenching curiosity. He was 62 by the time he left the island, and around the age of 83 at his death, his body was never found.

Skills:
Bleed:
" Raises critical hit chance of entire unit for a short time."

Stein[Level 1]:
" Physical attack that weakens defense by 50% for a short duration of time, staggering one enemy. Long cool down time.

Berserk:
" Uncontrollable Physical attacks, completely unstable, has high physical strength, but low physical and magical endurance, can only be cured by Esuna depending on level of Berserk cast."

Courage[Level 1]:
"Grants bonuses to Endurance and Strength for a short of time, limited to one person. "

Primary Weapon(s):
Claws/Bracers

-Referred to Ravi as simply braces, these protect her legs and arms from a substantial amount of damage, and focuses her physical strength into one apparatus. It is more effective than using her fist because of the way it balances her raw strength, allowing her to focus her physical energy into one attack without sacrificing any additional energy.

Tomahawks:

More than likely she'll have these tomahawks on hand, in case of any extreme injury, otherwise they are not used much. She dual wields these whenever the need arises. They are imprinted with the Andres family insignia, and crafted out of stainless steel, and oak. Sturdy and reliable, this weapon serves its purpose to the hilt

Inventory: ~20 Gil
-Potion
-Remedy
-Mega-Potion
-Bacchus's Wine (Inflicts Beserk)
-Poison Fang
-Stamina Spring (Strengthens Defense and Magical Defense)
-Phoenix Down
-Bracers
-Tomahawks

Other:

~ As mentioned in her background, Ravielle can only sense crystals not utilize any power associated with them, she isn't exactly a magic user.
Theme Song: Abyss of the Farplane (ironic that I used an FF song >.<)

Draenae

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Noel Ptyra

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My closing statement is that, me and Red worked very hard on creating all this information for you guys. We know each other in real life so this thread will not die because of us. I hope that if you do apply with a CS that you are set to work and stay here the entire time. Thank you very much for reading all of this, so without further ado... Have fun and go apply!

**RedXTroubadour** · 01-14-2013

Hello Everybody! RedXTroubadour here as he brings his assistance to the GMing front. Yes, me and LonelyWanderer are going to be co-GMing this wonderful adventure, and we would very much enjoy it if some of you were willing to join! A lot of work has gone into this, so I hope it can be a fun adventure.

**LonelyWanderer** · 01-15-2013

Bump.

**rawkhawk64** · 01-15-2013

Name: Zul'ran Sephorigo
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Vorkei
Class: Black Mage
Appearance:

[with Vorkei appearance]
Personality: Zul'ran is a calm and collected individual. He rarely shows his emotions, unless under extreme circumstances or stress. When his emotions do appear, one can easily tell it, since he tends to overly-display said emotions. He is naturally taciturn, talking to few and making friends with fewer. To those few he does call "friend", he is loyal to a fault, making sure he does whatever is in his power to help them. Due to his high intelligence, he sometimes tends to lose people during conversations. This could be from either a complex point (in which case, he backtracks and simplifies it), or by jumping subjects mid-conversation because he has already completed his thoughts in his head (in which case he has to finish his conversation).
Likes: Magic, money, travel
Dislikes: Stupidity, repeating himself, superiority complexes.
Strengths: Strong in magic, highly intelligent, high endurance
Weaknesses: Very unlucky, physically weak, emotional control
Fears: Failure, heavy weapons, large numbers of an enemy
Biography: Zul'ran was born to a middle-class Vorkie family, with his father making enough from his Mage work that his mother didn't have to work and could stay at home with himself and his younger brother. When he was 8, his father decided to raise him in the way of the Mage. On the aptitude portion, it was discovered that he had an aptitude for the Elemental circle of magic. He was raised to be a Black Mage from that point on, and graduated his studies with top marks when he was 20. After that, Zul'ran decided to travel around and get to know the outside lands. It is on his travels that he winds up in Westeros, the capital of the humans.
Skills:
-Fire
-Blizzard
Primary Weapon: Wood Staff
Inventory:
-Wood Staff
-Ether x2
-150Gil

**LonelyWanderer** · 01-15-2013

Hey rawkhawk, it looks great but please read the rules.

**Draconis Nevyn** · 01-15-2013

May I ask if the Blue Mage class is open?

**LonelyWanderer** · 01-15-2013

Hey Nev, we have just added in Blue Mage, so yes go ahead and make a CS for it, but make sure to read the rules or you will not be accepted.

**HellOfALife** · 01-15-2013

Name:
Ravielle 'Ravi' Andres

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

Class:
Berserker

Appearance:

Accentuated with long dark locks of hair, and only the bare minimum of berserker armor, Ravi is a strange sight compared to most females. On a superficial level, she's attractive to most , until one notices the muscles poking from her biceps, which is uncommon in most females where she originates. Those opaque blue orbs of hers are often feline like, and are often tempted to peer across rooms. She is more than what meets the eye, though is often avoided because of her somewhat feral appearance. Ravielle frequently garners attention because of her tall, erect stature, and lean, slightly muscular limbs, but it is quite obvious to anyone that she is in fact female. Lean, tall, flexible or not. More noticeable is the multitude of scars that litter her body from countless battles, some miniature, others a lighter hue than the rest of the skin. Normally her armor is light on bulk, in fact, what she wears can hardly be called armor at at, due to its frequency to fall apart, and the number of times she's had to replace the equipment.

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Personality:
Very strange and aloof, she's seen as not being all there, or completely lost in her thoughts, so she's silent at most times because of an instinct to think deeply. When she does get to talking, her conversations are intriguing, light, and charming, but carry no deeper substance other than friendly banter. During battle she is mostly silent, and will only speak when necessary. When her morals are confronted she becomes outspoken, even seemingly violent. Ravi actively seeks out knowledge, and her curiosity often leads to new discoveries. She has an adventurous spirit, but this isn't an outward aspect she shows. She'll stay put if any adventuring tends to endanger anybody she's with, although in solitude its common to see her running about, or training. She is pleasant enough to talk to, but others tend to get the feeling that she has not rounded herself out to others, making her seem distant, but not cold. Inwardly, she is a naturally empathetic person, and is sensitive to all the little vibrations around her, she tends to see life in a variety of colors, and is prone to daydreaming. Outwardly, she is superficial, and also afraid of mutual relationships. Pleasant to talk to, but fierce in battle.

Likes:
Nature
Sleeping
Daydreaming
Climbing Trees
Alcohol
Competitive Fighting
Armor

Dislikes:

Loud Noises
Fiends
Obnoxious People
Urban Settings
Her armor falling apart

Fears:
Dying
Disease
Being Weak

Strengths:
Emotional:
She is courageous and compassionate in battle, choosing to take most of the hits and willing to sacrifice herself for the sake of those she cares for. Despite being more of a quiet person, she has the temperament of a honorable warrior, and treats everyone with respect, even if she may dislike them. She is patient, calm, and observant, she has the craftiness to think ahead before attacking, and also knows when to back down when something might prove too much of a challenge.

Physical:
Strong, very strong, for a female, once recorded having carried a full-grown human man, across a field miles apart. Just for the average person she ranks as being rather strong. Most of it is centered less on the body, but more on her inner energies. Has a high endurance, with a good amount of pain resistance to boot, she can take offensive attacks with little effort during battle. Her strength helps her lift heavier than normal objects like stone blocks, or heavy pounds of equipment, and a benefit of being raised in the wild is her athletic free jumping skills, and even some stealth skills . Very aerobatic, and relies on all four limbs to create a succession and flurry of physical attacks.

Weaknesses:

Emotional:
Inconsistent, dependent, and lazy at her worse moments, it is very clear that her mind seems to hold doubt over optimism, though she never lets this show, in fact if she did, she would quite the whiner. Stubborn when it comes to emotional matters, she believes that her problems are her own and will completely refuse to ask for help if she believes she can handle it. Ravielle tends to avoid emotional circumstances at all costs, and is rather sensitive to criticism, but never hints at this. Rarely establishes stable, or emotional connections, as intense as she can be, she believes it is better to leave the flesh without any loose strands so she sees close relationships as being a burden, but is entirely intrigued by its complexities though not enough to exercise her own free will over it. At times she can act rather immature and boyish, being raised like in wild, gives her a slightly violent mentality, yet there is seldom a moment in which she lets her actions speak before her thoughts.

Physical:
As strong as she is, her balance is completely off, often times clumsy, a cut or an abrasion is a quotidian sight on her. Though she is prone to ignoring pain, sometimes past injuries bite back worse than she is willing to bear.The amount of strength many of her attacks use, require a large amount of energy, after a couple of battles, she's prone to exhaustion, and may choose not to battle when at her limit. Even though endurance and defense are strong qualities for her, she is quite impotent to offensive magic, being that the most she can do is try to evade them.

Biography:
So I took a BIG risk with the history, I had to assume much of what I wrote down, although if you want me to change it, I will.

Spoiler

Dear Abilene,
In this letter, I have chosen to impart to you a tale, by which you may choose to tell Ravi or not, I apologize for never explaining my origin, or more importantly her origin. It would better to tell her as early as possible, so that maybe her naturally curious attitude can be quenched. I am sorry for leaving you, and that it has come to this. This letter signifies my death, so please any halt any attempts in seeking me out, I am long gone.
-Your Love, Daten

"The err of all humans; unfortunately, is that their senses, and perceptions can easily deceive them at the worst of moments, even beyond the basis of reasoning."

Andres, a cliff overlooking a tempest sea, followed by the dark over wash of clouds in the distance, any honest merchant would admit to naturally avoiding trade here, but the allure of business wills them so towards the small island city. Here they trade, and just 20 years from the epilogue to this tale does the story begin for a young kingdom. Rather, its future descendants, no one call exactly recall when this small island came under the leadership of the Andres family, though records date back hundreds of years, even in the early days when explorers were prone to pillaging the islands for resources and slaves, the island has always stood incredibly strong due to its leadership. The so called Andres, humans to be more exact, are a versatile clan, many claim their lineage to such nobility because of their prestige, but such was to be recognized only in the newest order, the most recent generation. Her majesty was expected for a male heir to the throne. Upon the day of the arrival, an unexpected anomaly came along with this boy, a female, the female who was in fact born earlier than the male, and thus more mature. In essence, it would have been the rightful heir to the Andres throne. Though the family knew nothing of female leadership, in fact, others were appalled by the idea that their soon to be deceased king would be replaced by a woman an unappealing future to the people.

The clan fought for an answer to the situation, finding that some of the solutions were too radical, some even suggesting the death of the so called 'abomination'. A council was gathered within the palace, to which I was present, her majesty looked nothing but distraught, her face sullen, marked with apprehension and a melted essence. His majesty wrought with a similar expression, although most associated this with his current sickness, I could see the pain in his eyes, as his long time adviser during those few months after the birth, he imparted to me his distress.

"No child should be sacrificed for the health of a nation."

Yet, he and I both knew what decision these beasts; this council; we now stood in front of would exact on his child. In Andre, the people were stronger than any monarchy, but the decisions were all rounded together by this council, they represented the King, and have done so for centuries, even the current King was nothing but a figure-head. He had no true power, yet Andres had established itself as a monarchy nation. During their deliberation, at the behest of his majesty, the female was to be excluded out of the family by any means necessary, and even if they had not explicitly mentioned death, he and his spouse could see that that would have been the preferred method. As much as I fought to oppose the law, there was nothing I could do, concerning my position as nothing but a measly scholar. Her parents were desperate, and broken apart, they clenched at whatever circumstance they could find to save the girl, but they also bore the futility of separation, they would never see their daughter, never know what type of person she would become, but at the very least they could save her life. I enacted a plan to save her, but just as they presumed there would be a large possibility of them never seeing the child. I myself, would need to sacrifice my position as head scholar for the island, my entire life's work abandoned to save this helpless child. Another part of me could not agree on something that was neither her fault, her very existence was being thrown away without any knowledge or fault on her part. I wouldn't have wanted to stand witness to that, no matter how pleasant the death may have been. For weeks we practiced a route at sea, looking the closest spot of land we could use, so I could escape and possibly raise the girl myself. At first, I hadn't contemplating actually raising the poor little thing, I was far past the age for bringing up children, but that quickly changed the night the plan went into action. It is better for me to describe it now, as much as this old mind forgets things, I willed myself to remember this event, to let it sear into the canals of my conscious, forever in memory.

The night quickly wasted into the day, or so it seemed as the usually dark clouds rolled into the horizon, like any other evening, I was sitting among the guests at a dining table, food being dispersed in droves by the nobles, laughter, and merriment filled the air, though these occasions were always known for the cajolery the lower class showed to nobles. They appeased to them nightly, while their majesty's sat, uninterested, warped into their thoughts by a tugging moon. I simply walked towards the end of the table, dipping slightly in my stature, ready for his majesty's word. Just a few hours from now, the girl would be killed, and I needed to act fast. The King swallowed his imaginary guilt back as I approached, his nod and a whisper were all I needed. Tonight would be it, no more planning, no more apprehension. Despite the hours I had to wait after the feast was over, I was quick to move to the upstairs room. The room had the soft radiance of a crystal, as the moon shown through the covers over the panel within the room. The male twin slept peacefully, just feet away from his sister, and there I witnessed a silhouette kneeling over by the female's crib, static, not a whisper of breath could be heard other than the soft hums of the two babes while they slept. I touched the soft fabrics of the figure's shoulder, and pulled the head slightly to reveal the intruder, what I thought could have been one of the nurses, was in fact, her majesty, struck in the temple, with only a minuscule amount of blood washing away into the blanket beneath her. She was gone, beyond the chains that held her essence together.

I...I was initially perplexed, even fearfully so, confused, who would do this, and for what reason? I gathered the girl into a bundle of blankets ensuring that I would not awaken the child. I was filled with an unbearable pain, the feeling that this Kingdom was falling apart, her death was completely unwarranted, and again, I felt the need to stay, the need to figure out why. I made my way into the hallways,using my cunning to hide amongst the shadows, the palace seemed empty, and I was fortunately enough to drift past soldiers, who were presumably going towards the room I had recently departed. It was then that I realized where I was, the top floor of the palace, his majesty's room, illuminated by burning candles, and a trail of blood leading out, where the impression of a great sword was left at the hinges on each side of the bedchamber's entrance. From there, I knew the soldiers were revolting, probably led by a member of the council, I knew for as long as I had been concerned with these politics, that the council wanted nothing more than absolute power over Andres, just for that, they could possibly expand and conquer new lands. It was then that I realized that there no point in checking on whether or not his Majesty was alive. I had a duty to protect his child, and that I would. I moved as quickly as possible, using a window as my escape. I never looked back to Andres, from the moment I stepped foot off the island, I knew this was no longer my land. I escaped by merchant ship into the night, the waves were calm enough to let the girl sleep in my arms. Those opaque blue orbs of hers reminded me of her parents, so much so that it pained me for months to even look her in the face. We had been companions for nearly 60 years, and I was the last of our triad. I was the last to know the truth of Andres plight, and I knew I would need to teach her how to regain her kingdom when the time came around.

Just a year later, after being dumped and transported from dock to dock, we made a permanent home in the outskirts of Rakomon Forest, just a little beyond civilizations, but enough for us to live in peace. Far from the rocky cliffs, the rocking waves of the ocean, and the usually rainy weather, for me this was something of a nice change, the only complaint was the sun, there very little shade, and our home was constructed out of basic materials. I had almost forgotten what it was like to live so frugally, to live mostly off the land, and then using the small villages to buy luxury items, or anything beyond the grasp of our needs. She grew into this new environment, comfortable with the wild, and her independence. At the mere age of 5, she was showing her adventurous streak, and often more than not, I've had to pry her away from certain dangers. Though of course she became one with the forest, and the forest one with her. I've noted that she is much like her father, a dreamer, strong limbs, curious about all things, adventurous, but practical. It was of course, so soon after I met you, admittedly Ravielle felt as if you were gradually going to replace her. You see you came in at a rather difficult time in out relationship, I noticed that Ravielle was nothing like the nobles she was born among, and I nearly threatened to take away the comfort of the forest for a civilized life. It was only when I nearly lost my life to fiends, and she came to save me, that I realized how strong, how independent, how right she was. I had no power over what she wanted to do, after all she was practically a queen in her own right. I noticed that after years of staying in the forest that her strength had grown, she was far stronger than the males who came from the tribes around, a little more lithe, and agile, but she could best any man in the village to an arm wrestle or two. She was the embodiment of her father's spirit, mixed with her mother's good looks, and levelheadedness, she even learned how to protect herself, the knowledge she gathered from certain warriors types in the villages, and the feral nature of the forest allowed her to grow into a unique warrior, a Beserker if I remember correctly. I knew it would serve her well one day. I also hoped that you would love her, my dear Abilene. And as I see ,you treated her like you did those orphans in your tribe, I am grateful that you two grew so close together, otherwise I don't think I would have been able to stand any bickering between the two of you.

But now, let us return to the matter at hand. This letter more than likely signals my death. Ravielle matured while I aged, and my heart longed to return to Andres, to see what had become of it. I had thought that maybe bringing Ravielle would replace me having to simply tell her (and its rather difficult getting that stubborn girl to believe most things.) The journey I told you about led us back to the island, or more like near the very edge of death itself. From the outside the sea surrounding the island was perpetuated with nothing but shards of former merchant ships, dead bodies marred the docks, along with a tarnished village left in ruins, plumes of stink rose from this carcass of land, but I knew I could not have been lost. No, me and the girl ventured out of the safety of our small little boat, and despite my old age I still believed in the old Andres. I could hardly walk through the villages, which were luckily filled with survivors, of what? I had to ask myself. I had mendicants, and formal nobles clawing at my robes, arrested of their sanity under their new ruler, the absolute Monarch, his majesty, Rae Andres. Ravielle's twin brethren who now ruled over the populace with some mysterious force, which seemed to enveloper the palace itself with a blue mysterious hue. Unfortunately for them, what they had gained in revolting and killing his majesty, turned out to be a tragic error. His son turned out to be more than just a tyrant, he was in fact an abomination, residing in the palace, taking random humans from the villages, fiends, and monsters of the like constantly pillaging the villages for more victims. Most are too afraid to even journey up to the castle now. Andres was no more.

With this in mind ,I could only guess that Rae was raised by the same noblemen who planned to conspire against his majesty and kill his child. No doubt what led to. Ravielle and I tried to save the small island, gathered the men and women who still held enough courage to go against that beast, I presumed that everything was under control, and we could avoid petty deaths. But we were severely mistaken in such judgement, I was mistaken. As willed as those people were most of them died on our journey towards the young king, sacrificing all they had, until me and Ravielle were the only two left within an emptied palace. They may have been nothing but commoners, but they fought with soul of warriors, that I can not forget.

The palace was left just as I remembered if not darker, and unkempt, blood stained each furnace, a layer of dust and grime saturated everything, I could feel the essence of evil radiating from its canals. No doubt the work of a corrupted crystal of sorts. Walking into the deep grotto underneath the castle I knew exactly where this hidden secret was. For years the lineage of the Andres family could control this crystal through blood, the spirits and energy seeping around it could be felt by any blood member of the Andres family, it was the real reason why they had established the kingdom here, the Andres had control over this crystal, which had been located on the island for years, and though it is nothing like crystals found on other continents in this realm, it's power was just as alluring. Ravielle was particularly sensitive to its vibrations when we ventured underground. We edged closer and closer towards the chamber room, finding litters of deceased knights and servants, some alive, but far beyond saving. And as the dark light mystified beneath our feet as we reached the heart chamber, a body, merely a fraction of what it used to be could be sitting on a makeshift throne, pale, and emaciated, I could only guess that this was the notorious Rae, jealously protecting this huge source of power. Both me and Ravielle stood disgusted. How could such a thing transpire? All this death, the stench of corruption.With his seat he could summon whatever demon that came to mind. For us the battle came with enduring difficulties, he could control the undead, summoning new monsters, it was actually taking us days to fight this monstrosity. We hid within the castle to replenish ourselves when the need arose. Nothing but ourselves fighting to defend such a small fraction of land. This was the most difficult battle I've had to face, I can fairly say that despite triumphing in the end, this sickness will kill me, being too close to the crystal's power has poisoned me.

After the battle, Rae became a being now linked to the crystal his existence now attached to an essence that was sealed away with my staff. The palace collapsed on itself a sort of sepulcher over the now destroyed crystal. The people of Andres are now free, and with what resources they had left they rebuilt their ships, moving the population out of a now fading memory. These last few months for me have been uneventful and painful, the crystal has weakened my body far beyond the point of healing, and I've no way of telling Ravielle, who in the end is essentially like a daughter to me. So I feel obligated to ask for only one more favor from a dying man. I have entered far into the wilds to keep my body from being found, I'll find my peace with nature. Ravielle (who I assume is home now, sleeping) will need to hear this story, again, I feared if I had told her, the battle might have been too much for her to bear, and to think that she could have been a Queen.

Let her know that I see no point in returning to Andres. Let it be lost by the sea, and instead let her find her own way through this world. It has been a wonderful journey throughout, and I couldn't have died without knowing how content I am with the outcome, this is all I ask of you. A dying man's wish, I Suppose?!

Sincerely, your love,
Daten

In the 2 years after this letter was sent Abilene finally regained the courage to tell Ravi, who; from the looks of things had not yet recovered from Dalen's death, surprisingly she took the information seriously, and was prompt in her desire to carry out her own life, the letter had given her such courage, that she ventured out of Rakomon Forest the next day traveling across the countryside, and into the more urban civilized locations, trying to fill the gap within her life, she suddenly felt as if she needed a purpose and figured a place like Westeros would help her fulfill this goal.

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Daten

Spoiler

Andres last lead scholar before the death of his majesty, originally raised as a black mage, before choosing the more docile life of a scholar, his disappearance was investigated on the night of his majesty's death, along with that of his child, but nothing was found. The government initially held back any information pertaining to the night, in fact, blaming the scholar for the death of their former rulers. Thereby quenching curiosity. He was 62 by the time he left the island, and around the age of 83 at his death, his body was never found.

Skills:
Bleed:
" Raises critical hit chance of entire unit for a short time."

Stein[Level 1]:
" Physical attack that weakens defense by 50% for a short duration of time, staggering one enemy. Long cool down time.

Berserk:
" Uncontrollable Physical attacks, completely unstable, has high physical strength, but low physical and magical endurance, can only be cured by Esuna depending on level of Berserk cast."

Courage[Level 1]:
"Grants bonuses to Endurance and Strength for a short of time, limited to one person. "

Primary Weapon(s):
Claws/Bracers

-Referred to Ravi as simply braces, these protect her legs and arms from a substantial amount of damage, and focuses her physical strength into one apparatus. It is more effective than using her fist because of the way it balances her raw strength, allowing her to focus her physical energy into one attack without sacrificing any additional energy.

Tomahawks:

More than likely she'll have these tomahawks on hand, in case of any extreme injury, otherwise they are not used much. She dual wields these whenever the need arises. They are imprinted with the Andres family insignia, and crafted out of stainless steel, and oak. Sturdy and reliable, this weapon serves its purpose to the hilt

Inventory: ~20 Gil
-Potion
-Remedy
-Mega-Potion
-Bacchus's Wine (Inflicts Beserk)
-Poison Fang
-Stamina Spring (Strengthens Defense and Magical Defense)
-Phoenix Down
-Bracers
-Tomahawks

Other:

~ As mentioned in her background, Ravielle can only sense crystals not utilize any power associated with them, she isn't exactly a magic user.
Theme Song: Abyss of the Farplane (ironic that I used an FF song >.<)

**LonelyWanderer** · 01-15-2013

I've spoken too RedXTroubadour on the phone and after reading your exemplary CS. We proudly welcome you. Seriously it was awesome welcome to the team! Now one thing I do have to briefly get out of the way is the issue of having four skills instead of two. In your case, it's totally fine. However you may not have four skills with the power of two main skills, if they are as balanced as Hell's here, then me and Red will look it over, however if we find they are not fair and balanced you will lose that chance and have to settle for two skills. But again it was an awesome CS, the bio is perfectly fine, so welcome hope you enjoy your stay.

**HellOfALife** · 01-15-2013

Thank you, I thought the bio was a bit much at first, and originally I planned to make a Luceten but since they were lacking in the strength department human was the more obvious choice. Also, sorry about the skills I must have skipped over something in the opening post about it.

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