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Username: Vin

Name: Neo Nsran

Age: Appears 24

Gender: Male

Birthday: Jan. 22

Class: Grandmaster

Allied to?: Factionless (Will Ally with Shepards)

Weapons: Iron Sword, Killing Edge, Thoron, Thunder, Elixer 2/3

Appearance:

Personality: Once a very open and fun man, since the death of his wife he has recessed a bit in himself with strangers. He can still be a positive and enjoyable person, but it is a hair trigger switch that can change him back if he feels his family is threatened.

Biography: Neo and his family are from a land called Tellius. He was one of three brothers borne to a Wolf Laguz and a Sage. This labeled them as Branded, but for many years this status remained hidden. The brothers each grew up with relatively normal lives, unable to change form like their Laguz parent, but gaining their own more unique skills and prolonged life. Of the three Neo was the first to settle down, finding love in a woman called Vide. She was one of the few who knew he was mixed blood, but there relationship carried no judgment. Despite this a rumor was started in the village they lived, speaking of the many who could become a wolf and killed mercilessly. They endured the rumors and had a beautiful daughter which they named Trin. Vide stayed home with Trin while Neo found work, usually with the local army battalions, as his extended life allowed him to see that the most consistent work came with the army. There was always another battle to fight.Coming home after a short leave Neo returned to a house torn asunder. He began a desprate search through the rubble as other villagers watched on from the roads or inside their houses, none offering help. When he found Vide lying under pieces of rubble he sobbed his heart out, watching her still form and barely able to come to grips with what remained. Charred skin and deep gashes decorated the body. Signs of abuse could be found. Whoever did this to his wife left her whole enough to be recognized, but heart shattering to break any man. Takings off the small silver necklace she wore Neo gripped it tightly in one fist as he heard whispers beginning around him. Unable to just sob and feel pain any longer Neo found his way to the small chest they had that contained a few precious items, including rare weapons. Taking out one of the more powerful tomes he turned toward the crowd and began to read off the enchantment, ready to decimate the rest of the town with his rage. A soft cry rang out over his voice, however. One he knew well. Searching through the rubble more he found Trin hidden away in a small stone cabinet they made. It was large enough to fit one fully gown person if they positioned themselves right, but it only held a newly awakened two year old. She cried out, “Mama! Mama!” until her father opened the heavy door that kept her inside. Running into his arms Neo dropped the tome and held his daughter close, blinking through the tears to watch the crowd. Eventually he put her down so he could collect the few things he had left, took his daughter by the hand, and set out to find one of his brothers, hoping to salvage some sanity and safety. Finally finding Leon, the three set out to a new realm to save themselves. They keep traveling, Neo still waiting for the right spot to make their new mark.

Quirk: Is rarely far away from his brother or child and takes a lot of convincing, from others or himself, that doing so is a smart move on the battlefield. Carries an heirloom that he kisses before each battle that belonged to his wife. Has an insatiable sweet tooth.

Strengths: Being a tactician, surveying a battle allows quick responses. His dodging and ability to delivery critical hits is far superior to the normal soldier.

Weaknesses: Will ditch his own plans to save family members or those very important to him. All family members will protect their own first and foremost. Does not trust, and almost fears, those that shapeshift. He attempts to talk out fights before delivering decisive blows.

Likes: Animals, books, candy, magic, silver.

Dislikes: helmets and heavy armor.

Romantic Interest: Female. Anyone who can get at his heart again.

Other:

Username: Dragon

Name: Talbot

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Birthday: February 8th

Class: Sorcerer

Allied to?: Shepherds

Weapons: Tome

Clothing: Basic Mage Uniform.

Appearance: Greetings.

Personality: Talbot is quite the interesting fellow. On one hand, he is young and full of life, often bustling about and wanting to have fun. This makes others grow exasperated with his “look on the bright side” personality. On the other hand, however, Talbot reveres his tomes. When he is reading, he is quiet and serious and grows irritated when people interrupt him. Some might say that he has a double personality, but it isn’t so. It’s just that Talbot knows when he wants to fool around and when he wants to read with a cup of tea. In battle, he is just as serious as he is when he is reading his tomes.

Biography: Talbot was born in Ylisse to a fairly poor family. His mother could not find work and his father tirelessly worked the fields. He spent most of his childhood alone with no siblings to play with, or no one to talk to, since his parents were always busy. His mother cleaned and fed the many animals that they had on their farm and his father sowed, harvested, turned the soil, and did much more hard labor. So, Talbot turned to the books. At age five, he read short stories in large volumes. At age ten he began to read full length novels without any trouble. When he turned twelve he began to show an interest in magic, and often went to Ylisstol to borrow books from considerate mages. It was then that his father grew ill with an unknown disease and slowly began to deteriorate. His mother began to tend to his father for such long periods of time that the farm had started to become conquered by weeds and pests, and the animals were dying off. Talbot knew that he had to do something, so he struggled to tend to the land himself. Talbot was fifteen when his father lost his battle with his disease. Soon after, his mother abandoned him for a man who wanted no children in his household. Talbot was left alone.
Struggling to survive, he turned to thievery. He didn’t pull off grand heists that left people baffled, but he cut gold purses and ripped bread from hands. Talbot still read tomes when he could. He would usually sit under market overhangs that sheltered him from the rain, but not the cold or wind. It was somewhat amusing, watching a wide eyed and trembling Talbot clutching to a soaked tome as he struggled to fall asleep. Well, if you compare him to the way he is currently, at least.
It was a very cold day in February that Talbot first met the Shepherds. Dirty, starving, and suffering from a very minor case of bronchitis [small enough to be healed at the time], he saw strong looking men and women in the town square of Ylisstol. Talbot meant to take the gold purse of the wealthiest looking one there, but he was caught within moments. The man that he tried to steal from was so large that he practically yanked the poor mage off of the ground by his wrist. Crying out of fear, anger, and pain, he thrashed in the man’s grip, doing anything he could to get away. The Lord of the group noticed the fire burning in him, and ordered the man to let go of him. Despite being filled with fear, Talbot listened to the proposition that the Lord was giving him; he could join the Shepherds or possibly live the rest of his days in poverty.
It was obvious what Talbot chose—he left Ylisstol with the Shepherds and traveled a bit north. They tended to his coughing and wheezing and gave him new tomes to study from. When he was eighteen he had enough experience with magic to become a full-fledged sorcerer that he could call in storms of wind, fire, and lightning in the matter of a breath.
When Talbot was twenty, he fell in love with another Shepherd, a woman named Natalia. She was a year younger than him, but it didn’t matter at all to the young sorcerer. They were so deeply entwined in one another that, within the year, they were engaged. Natalia was soon deported to a southern barracks while Talbot continued to live in his northern one. Their marriage had to be delayed, but even then Talbot did not stop babbling and dreaming about his love. The two often wrote to each other.
Then it happened. Talbot didn’t know what had happened then, but he heard of a massive slaughter of the Shepherds near Ylisstol. It was the first time in a while that he felt fear claw at his heart; Natalia was not stationed there, but he knew that if the massacres continued, she may come in harm’s way. Yet Talbot could not do anything. He wrote to Natalia over and over, but there was no answer.
By the time the second and third barracks fell, Talbot received news of Natalia. She had been killed by one of the Exalt’s army. No one really knew what came over Talbot then, but some might say that he was possessed by a demon with the drastic turn his personality took. Talbot no longer read or played, and he hardly ate. He began to get into fights with other Shepherds, dueling to the point where he had received serious lacerations and his opponent was badly burned.
When the seventh barracks fell, Talbot knew he had to make a change for the better. He tried his best to get along with the other Shepherds, trying to kindle the flames of alliance that they once had between each other. But the Shepherds were frightened. Talbot, still bleeding from his broken heart, entertained them by singing songs of old and learning to play the lute. The one who tried to kill anyone who stepped close to him had become the one who tried to preserve the troops’ happy spirits.
Finally the eighth barracks fell in a bloody battle. Talbot was in said battle, fighting for his life. The spells had almost taken his energy to fight, but he had survived to the very end. Bruised and bleeding, Talbot left for Plegia with the loyal Shepherds and now vows to show the world how corrupt Darrian is.

Quirk: Most experienced with music.

Strengths: His loyalty, his intelligence.

Weaknesses: Can easily make and break a friendship, can be very hostile at times, can let his emotions, especially anger, get in his way.

Likes: Sweets, warmth, music, singing, having friends, magic, his tomes, books, reading, writing [he actually still writes to Natalia but keeps his letters], the Shepherds, his lute, eating, hunting, stories.

Dislikes: Dark mages [they always give him the creeps], people who disrespect him, disloyal people, Darrian, fighting, death, the thought of forging another relationship with a woman [in fear of losing her again].

Romantic Interest: None

Other:

Username: Dragon

Name: Ambra

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Birthday: September 3rd

Class: Archer

Allied to?: Shepherds

Weapons: Silver Bow

Clothing: This clothing is light enough for me!

Appearance: Got somethin’ for you...!

Personality: Ambra is quite curious. She is very sweet and kind, and a romantic. In other words, she acts very young for her age. Her feelings can be easily hurt and she often does not understand dirty or inappropriate jokes. This leads to the assumption that she is slow, but she is really quick as a whip. Even if she is a pacifist, she has a very dark side to her. She can be aggressive and humorless when she is bothered. She can very well lash out at someone like an angry cat if severely provoked. Even if this is fact, Ambra always attempts to keep her sweet and kind exterior to loved ones. Ambra truly believes that anyone can be trusted if they say so, which can lead to trouble down the road.

Biography: Ambra was born to a very loving mother and father. When she was a newborn, she was never expected to survive a month. Due to this fact Ambra has always been a sickly woman, easily afflicted by disease. Her mother could not even give her milk, due to being so weak after her birthing. Her father lived with his sisters, however, one of which birthed a month before and had milk of her own. Ambra was saved by her aunt, who nursed her and kept her warm and full. Despite the wet-nursing, Ambra forged a very strong bond with her mother. When her mother was healthy again, Ambra constantly played with her. Her father often joined in the play-fights they had.
Though the diseases took their toll on her mother. A previous ailment had left her very weak, and another one grabbed hold of her too soon. She passed away soon after, leaving her father and her by themselves once they moved to Ylisse. Her father became severely depressed, and he was almost driven to the point of killing himself. Knowing his unstable condition, he sent eighteen year old Ambra to the Shepherds to be recruited into their ranks. While Ambra did not understand why her father gave her over to the mercenaries, a man named Scipio told her that she soon would.
For the next one and a half year, Scipio trained Ambra the only way he knew how: in the art of archery. He was a brutal teacher, unfeeling and cold. He was strict when he was training her and woke her up at dawn so she could train until dusk. Her fingers became lacerated and bleeding, and yet she continued her training. Nocking, pulling, shooting. Nocking, pulling, shooting. Soon Ambra could make a bulls-eye from long distances, and became a strong warrior.
When Exalt Darrian began his genocide, Ambra was terrified. Yet she fled to Plegia before the last barracks fell, and reunited with the Shepherds. Due to leaving before her time, Ambra was branded a coward by many of her brothers in arms.

Quirk: Knows most about salves, poisons, and healing herbs.

Strengths: Amazing medic, very smart and cunning.

Weaknesses: Very trusting, emotional, stubborn.

Likes: Animals, books, flowers, warm weather, nice people.

Dislikes: Violence, people who bother her.

Romantic Interest: None.

Other:

Username: phillmyster

Name: Phillip

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Birthday: month/date 08/14

Class: Cavalier

Allied to?: Plegia

Weapons: Double Lances (lance and beastkiller) and Swords (one sword at a time)

Clothing/Appearance:

Personality: Phillip is a kind and noble cavalier, very sociable and honorable. He has a special relationship with his horse, Andrew, his brother in arms so to speak. Phill trains everyday to better himself for the cause. He'd rather die then to leave a friend behind. Usually hotheaded.

Biography: Phill was born in Plegia in a village near the capital. As a child he admired the knights and cavaliers of the kingdom, wasting days training with toy swords and sticks with his friends he began to hone his skills and became fairly adept in the use of a makeshift lance and sword. One day his best friend Andrew got his hands on a real lance, the kids getting cockie wondered to the forest with a group of friends to try and search for an opponent, unfortunately they found them, Risen had secreatly wondered into the forest near the village, Phill and Andrew engaged them in a fight, but they were no match, the other kids ran home as fast as they could while the Risen were distracted with Phill and Andrew, after a few unsuccessful blows, one of the Risen with a lance thrusted towards Phill
"graaaaaaah" the Risen screamed as he thrust.
Phill closed his eyes and got ready for the worst but when the blow didn't land he opened his eyes again to see Andrew had pierced the Risen's head but, the Risen had stabbed the lance through Andrews chest.
"A....An.... ANDEREW!! YOU'RE HURT!! QUICK WHAT DO I DO!... O GOD, O GOD!" Phill panicked to the sight of his friend impaled in his place.
"Ph....Phill.... I really got him g....good right.....(coughs blood) please do me a...a...favor.... take this lance... and show it the battles I....I can not.... " Andrew struggled to keep his light light of life ablaze as he delivered his final thoughts
Phill began to plea"B.... BUT ANDREW, you cant die... not now, we haven't "
"SHUT UP AND LISTEN.... there's still a few more of this things, n... now.. take my lance and defend yourself and the village" Andrew interrupted Phill and then with the last of his strength grabbed Phill's head an brought in to his, looking him straight into his tear filled eyes.
"You'll have to live for both o....of us n..now...no regrets, ok, no regret.....sss........." Andrews light burnt out as he smiled.
Another Risen began to shamble to Phill from behind the dead risen. Phill wiped his eyes, grabbed Andrews lance and readied his stance and when the Risen leaped with his sword, Phill jumped with a thrusting motion.
"YOU BAAAAAAAAAAAAAASTAAAAARD" he shouted as the Risen's sword pierced his arm and as he pierced the Risen's chest charging into a tree and pinning him there. Now, more Risen surrounding him, he took the Risen's sword and pulled in out of his arm, screaming and reading the best stance he could in his condition. Right then arrows took the head of the Risen Behind of him, and a Cavalier in his horse talked the Risen in front with his lance, other soldiers engaging the rest of the Risen, a healer appeared and stabilized Phill, then after commanding him to stay there he took of to help the soldiers. Ignoring him Phill took Andrews lance and walked to Andrew, using the lance for support, then he closed Andrews eyes and took the lance from his chest.
"I'll be sure to live for both of us.... " tears coming down his face "With no regrets" he burst into tears as he held both lances in his arms, kneeling on the ground, the lances a memento and a reminder of the sacrifice. Later in his life he entered the army and became a Cavalier, his ability to use two lances while riding a horse granted him praise among other cavaliers, getting him his own horse, which he named Andrew, his fighting twin lance fighting style gave him the nickname the war-hog, the hog part for his eating habits. He is now charged with patrols near forests and villages far from the capital.

Quirk: He has a phobia of the dark arts, it just gives him the chills. He is almost never recognized for his nickname as he doesn't look like a warthog, though how he eats kinda helps him. His horse is kind of like Minerva from awakening, they are never apart.

Strengths: High physical capabilities, Honorable.

Weaknesses: Hot headed, His horse, Violent but only with sparing and duels, the bad side of being honorable

Likes: His horse, duels, spars, keeping his armor and weapons ready, his friends, a good fight, training, sleeping, eating.

Dislikes: Slaking of (ether do something or sleep), waiting, dishonorable actions, the strong praying on the weak intentionally

Romantic Interest: Available

other: …

Username:
Solace

Name:
Zaino

Age:
Twenty years old

Gender:
Male

Birthday:
July 16th

Class:
Swordmaster

Allegiance:
The Shepherds

Weapon(s):
The traditional Killing Edge.

Clothing / Appearance

Personality:
Once the extravagant, idealistic voice and vigor embodiment of the Shepherds, Zaino has become a shadow of his past self. Formerly a comical sellsword with a heart of gold, him being a primary witness to the slaughtering of his comrades and a sibling to one of the traitors, his joyous attitude shifted concurrently. He acts somewhat impulsively due to his vengeful tendencies to the point where he would openly admit in enjoying to spill the blood of others, showcasing a sadistic shade of himself not seen before. His trust of others has diminished as a result of everything that has happened, even cautious and alert around his fellow Shepherds. For this reason, he has cut off his strong personal ties and relationships with them, much to their worries and concerns about him. Despite this, Zaino is still steadfast in his loyalty towards the Shepherds' cause, and wouldn't hesitate to carry out his orders.

Biography:
Zaino was born in Chon'sin, one of the small countries within Valm, as the younger one out of himself and his older brother. His father, an officer within Chon'sin's army during the great war, sent his mother and their sons overseas to Ferox, wanting them to have as much of a peaceful life as they possible could. His father would soon lose his life during a battle between his forces under the command of Yen'fay and the original Shepherds led by Chrom.

Zaino and his older brother, Xanxus, both lived quietly with their mother in Ferox for the time being, under the constant supervision of the Feroxi military due to their origins. It wasn't until over a decade later that they would be cleared of any suspicion that was held against them. His mother had sent Xanxus to Ylisse to join their military, resulting in his brother disappearing from his life for the time being, while sending Zaino to Regna Ferox to become the apprentice of the current West Khan's right-hand man and a veteran Shepherd, Lon'qu. Training for five years, he inherited the swordsman's distinctive style that helped the original Shepherds claim victory during the great war and became his successor. He soon joined the Shepherds under his master's recommendation at the age of sixteen, and would go on to become one of its prominent members as he participated in their operations.

Years later, Xanxus would return from the depths of Zaino's memories as one of the leading commanders within the Ylissean force sent with one objective; purge all of the Shepherds. He was forced to watch as they slaughtered all of his friends before his eyes, dueling his brother but ultimately losing and barely escaping from the second barracks with his life. After going through the same trauma from the invasions of the other barracks, Zaino found himself among the last of the Shepherds as they seek refuge in Plegia.

Quirk:
Clumsy with everything other than a sword.

Strengths:
Unnaturally fast and perceptive.

Weaknesses:
Strictly unable to trust others (including his own allies), pessimistic, and a bit selfish.

Likes:
Killing his enemies.

Dislikes:
His brother Xanxus, traitors, dishonesty, cold weather, and many other things.

Romantic Interest:
None, at the moment.

Other:

Username:
Psyker Landshark

Name:
Alicia

Age:
18

Gender:
Female

Birthday:
March 23

Class:
Pegasus Knight

Allied to?:
Shepards

Weapons:
- Steel Lance
- Javelin

Clothing:


Appearance:


Personality:
On the surface, Alicia is calm, composed, and confident. She takes pride in being the daughter of one of Ylisse’s most notable generals. Alicia is rather easy to talk to, being sociable and understanding to most people she meets. However, on the inside, Alicia has an inferiority complex due to the fact that both her father and her siblings have already accomplished so much in the military while she is still a low-ranking Shepard. She is extremely hard on herself for any mistakes she makes and desperately tries to live up to her family’s feats to the point where she recklessly hunts for glory in battle.

Biography:
Alicia was born as the second daughter of Duke Lantus. As the daughter of a now-prominent Ylissan military family, she was trained in the arts of war from an early age, along with the court and etiquette lessons taught to all nobles. Alicia found that she had a talent for horsemanship and a natural affinity with pegasi, making her decision of becoming a Pegasus Knight rather easy. She and her siblings were driven hard by their father, but they all thrived, becoming skilled warriors who all followed in their father’s footsteps in the military. While her brother and older sister joined the official army, Alicia chose to enlist in the Shepards instead, attracted by the old tales of Chrom’s Shepards.
After joining the Shepards, Alicia served diligently and found herself bonding and making friends with others in the army. However, this was all cut short when Darrian began purging the Shepards. She had been stationed in the third barracks, and found herself fighting for her life against. Most of her comrades were killed, and Alicia barely managed to escape with her life when the rest fell, flying away on her Pegasus. Her first instinct was to flee to her family’s estate, but she found herself intercepted by Ylissan Wyvern Riders who swarmed her and sent both her and her pegasus crashing towards the earth, injured but alive. After she and her pegasus recovered, Alicia managed to link up with other surviving Shepards and now travels with them.
The terror Alicia felt plummeting from the sky combined with the horror of watching all of her comrades be slain left her with a fear of wyverns and Wyvern Knights alike, and she now freezes up every time she sees one.

Quirk:
Loves pie, but is an awful baker.

Strengths:
- Sociable and charismatic
- Skilled at horsemanship and pegasus riding

Weaknesses:
- Has something of an inferiority complex, as she feels the need to live up to her father’s and siblings’ accomplishments
- Recklessly pursues glory on the battlefield, often endangering both herself and her comrades
- Has a phobia of wyverns

Likes:
Pegasi, meat pies, bacon, meat pies with bacon, war novels, rum, the ocean

Dislikes:
Dogs, beer, romance novels, Wyvern Riders

Romantic Interest:
Available.

Other:

Username: Vin

Name: Trin

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Birthday: June 22

Class: Tactician

Allied to?: Factionless (Will Ally with Shepards)

Weapons: Elwind, Cecilca’s Gale, Iron Sword, Soothing Sword

Appearance:

Personality: Because of her fathers quietness of their past, she remained fairly sheltered for all the distances they traveled. She remained nervous and sometimes scared of other people she did not know. She tries to be kind and friendly, but a voice in her head always speaks of danger.

Biography: Life has been a fairly mundane one in the fact that few things have ever changed. Since she was little they were always nomads, traveling through villages and towns, never staying still. When they passed over the Outrealm and came out in Yilsse Trin always hoped for change or stability, but it never came. Instead they worked as mercs when she was finally able to fight and her life has been a battle for survival since. She knows little of her past and nothing of her heritage. There is much exploring left to be done in her life.

Quirk: She obsessively hones her swordsmanship at dawn, trying to make herself strong enough to last a skirmish without falling to her knees. She is also a fair singer.

Strengths: Being Neo's daughter kept her well trained in tactics and learning to give quick, decisive strikes. Also, from being Leon's second on his horse so often she is very adept at hitting targets with her magic as she needs to defend one side while Leon is on the other.

Weaknesses: She has a problem that makes her weak-legged very quickly. Whether related to blood or muscles is anyone’s guess, but the disorder can quickly lead her to pairing up with Leon on his horse so she can still function without passing out. All family members will protect their own first and foremost.

Likes: Birds, Dragons, and mythology/folklore.

Dislikes: Liars and brigands.

Romantic Interest: Male or Female

Username: Vin

Name:Leon

Age: Appears 24

Gender: Male

Birthday: July 22

Class: Dark Knight

Allied to?: Factionless (Will Ally with Shepards)

Weapons: Armorslayer, Brave Sword, Bolganone, Arcfire

Appearance:

Personality: A hothead, Leon is always the first to want to run into a battle. He is mischievous, unlike Neo, who is always calm and cool. While brotherly love runs deep in them, he has a great turmoil and betrayal in himself that he harbors. His singing is his only release, and he does it beautifully well.

Biography: Being of a cheery disposition, Leon saw Neo's happy lifestyle with Vide and wanted to emulate that. Beginning to settle down with a woman named Lily he found himself falling in love quicker folklore. Dislikes- Liars and brigands. Romantic Interest- Male or Femalethan he should have. Soon after the beginning of their relationship Leon confessed his Branded status. Instead of the love and devotion Vide had Lily ran away, calling the troops to capture him for “seducing and abducting” her with his powers. This left a deep scar in his heart and sent him off on Fallon, his steed, toward Neo's village to be comforted and protected. He arrived too late, meeting a broken Neo on the road with baby Trin. With a new spite towards women and humans in general, Leon became known as a loose man to any woman he could find. The only woman he treats normally now is his niece, who he protects with his life.

Quirk: Will flirt with any nice pair of legs. Is an obsessive pyromaniac.

Strengths: A rare feat with fire magic, Leon is able to concentrate on the flame enough to make it ignite in a shade of blue with an even higher burning point.

Weaknesses: He cannot form close relationships with women anymore without being seriously pressured. Blunt, stubborn, withholds his real emotions except with family. All family members will protect their own first and foremost.

Likes: The entirety of the female race. Any any wine that is older than himself.

Dislikes: Husbands.

Romantic Interest: Female. Bit of a manwhore. Good Luck.

Username: Kangutso

Name: Tihlas

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Birthday: July 7th

Class: Knight

Allied To?: Shephards

Weapon(s): Iron Lance





Without the parts that produce steam, of course.

Personality: Tihlas is what most would call a calm type of person, generally quiet as well in that he usually isn't one to start a conversation. It is also rare to see him angry, perhaps irritated or annoyed though, which can sometimes be easily achieved. Another trait is that he does everything he can to either help or protect his friends and those close to him. The recent tragedy that the Shephards have been through has left him on edge, he randomly wake up in the middle of the night and do a quick patrol around the area for enemies and is often caught stairing off into the distance, to which he admits happens as a result of him thinking about what he could've done differently that fateful night.

Biography: Farmers, that's what his parents were. It wasn't a very big farm either, a humble field of wheat and corn that sat around a small, two-story house of a family of four. Born in Yllisse, he had the luxury of growing up on peaceful times with his brother, well, peaceful aside from the bandits and such that were still around. Tihlas would sometimes be called a troublemaker, especially when it came to his brother. There was a group of kids in the nearby village that had the adults on their side, and always exploited this by picking on Tihlas' brother and making up an excuse that convinced the adults that Tihlas was the one who started the fights.Fast forward several years and Tihlas was now 15, just becoming of age and doing a lot more work on the farm and in the village, which helped him to develope quite a decievingly powerful body. He still often got into fights defending his brother and got blamed for starting them, and found that he quite enjoyed the scraps he got into. One day, he and his brother were in the woods near a large field when they witnessed a battle between the Shephards and a random group of bandits. Of course, the Shephards won and only a couple of bandits managed to escape from them, but it left an impression in the two brothers' minds, one that made them think, .The next day was a long one, it kept Tihlas in the village longer than usual as he loaded wagons with supplies that a merchant was trading, and kept his brother at home to help their parents. As Tihlas returned home later that day, he saw smoking coming from about where his home was, but didn't think much other then that they had decided to burn some old supplies and such that were no longer any good. It wasn't until he glimpsed walls of flame licking at his home between the trees that he realized something was wrong.Now 18, he had been travelling and doing little bits of work throughout Ylisse, and still getting into fights to defend people from thugs and the like. It was in a tavern that he would find himself joining the Shephards, though he was aware of it at the time since he got into a fight with one of them after punching a belligerent drunk. Considering that the old man held him at spear point and offered him a position, Tihlas became a recruit in the Shephards. Training and fighting for the years after, he became what most would call a knight, weilding his lance, shield, and armor well to protect those who couldn't defend themselves.

Quirk: He isn't one to start a conversation with anyone, unless he feels he needs to.

Strengths: Can carry a lot of weight despite his physical appearance, which can be deceptive to those who haven't met him. He is a quick thinker in certain situations, mostly when it comes to combat, which allows for good reflexes and reactions to varrying degrees.

Weakness: He is marginally slow while wearing his armor when it comes to marching and the like, his upbringing didn't allow him to learn as much as most others would and so others may be able to outsmart him in certain situations. He is very stubborn when it somce to protecting someone, which can lead to him getting injured more then necessary or getting on others nerves.

Likes: Reading, writing in his journal, and sleeping when he can. Perhaps some casual conversation as well. Also like training and the occasional spar.

Dislikes: Deep bodies of water, being bothered when resting, people who obsess over flashy looks or take advantage of having such. He doesn't much enjoy hot, humid weather, either

Romantic Interest: None at the moment, until he meets Helena, at least.

Other: Nothing really, he has tried using swords and axes as well, but isn't any good at them for now.

Name: Vellia

Age: 31

Gender: Female

Birthday: March 19th

Allied to?: Shepherds, Regna Ferox

Weapon(s): Silver Axe, Iron Sword

Clothing & Appearance:

Class: Hero

Personality: Offers a kind smile to her friends, but you wouldn't want to be caught on the wrong side of her blade. There are times she enjoys the rush of battle so much, though, that she almost never simply disarms her opponents or lets them escape. She is also highly defensive, especially of those who she cares about. Due to the war, she has become desensitized to violence, especially involving the undead and Grimleal. Despite all this, she does still have some degree of self-control, and tries to avoid liquor lest she lose that control.

Bio: The daughter of two Feroxi warriors, it'd be unusual if Vellia wasn't a fierce fighter herself. After her birth, her mother retired from the army to raise her. As she grew, she studied how to become a warrior. It was quickly discovered that she was a complete klutz with a spear, unable to wield the lengthy weapon, and though she never excelled i the fancy maneuvers of the blade, the idea of raw power behind an axe appealed to her. It was often claimed that she was much like her father in that aspect, though she didn't learn just how much of a compliment that was until she became old enough to serve in the military and fight alongside him.

His axe was twice the size of even the largest of weapons Vellia had seen before that time, and his ferocity was unmatchable. She almost lost her focus just watching him in battle during her first fight. She quickly learned her lesson when an arrow pierced the top of her left ear, and it was only luck that kept more harm from befalling her. Oftentimes, after she became more experienced, her preference was to charge into battle wielding both an axe and sword, attacking in a violent flurry of steel.

Eventually, she became a commander of a small force, fighting away from her parents, and not long after her promotion came odd happenings in the south. Ylisse seemed to have entered civil war against one of its more predominant fighting forces. Not only that, but it had gone to war with Pleigia. It was fighting on two fronts, and yet...it was still winning.

Curious to test her might against these powerful warriors, Vellia took a temporary leave of absence from the Feroxi armed forces. She traveled south, merely looking to test herself, but instead found herself fighting off tons of Ylissian troops. As a result of the battle, she found she had sustained injuries that would cripple her fighting style, so much so that as she tried to cross back into Regna Ferox, she was cut off, unable to break through the Ylissian military to her homeland on her own.

It was then that she found a number of companions that she would serve for the remainder of the war: the Shepherds.

Quirks: First to draw her weapon, and perhaps the most bipolar.

Strengths: Beating the living shiz out of stuff; anything violent.

Weaknesses: Romance; Humor; Skilled Bowmen

Likes: Big, dangerous weapons; Fighting (for fun, honor, or her life)

Dislikes: Formality; Flirts; Risen; Grimleal; “Evil”

Romantic Interest: More likely to date her axe than anything living.

Username: Dragon

Name: Lumara

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Birthday: December 12th

Class: Wyvern Lord

Allied to?: Shepherds

Weapons: Killer Lance, Short Axe

Clothing: Basic Wyvern Rider Uniform

Appearance: Don’t take me as a sweetheart. And her mount, Caius, a male wyvern.

Personality: Lumara is usually misliked by a lot of people due to her tough and ambitious nature. She is loud, obnoxious, and believes that she is the best warrior that ever graced the land. She loves to drink and dance and sing, drunkenly, of course. Other than that, she is vicious and merciless in battle... Despite being young, she can take down a few men without even stopping for a breath. Speaking of men, Lumara loves them. A lot. One could say she sleeps around. Other than being loud, annoying, and a drunk, Lumara will gladly lay down her life for one of the Shephards… if she’s sober enough to do it. Funnily, she also gives Caius some of the alcohol she contains, which often leads to a passed out wyvern in the middle of camp.

Biography: Lumara was born in Ylisse as well, but to a very wealthy family. She was raised to be a proper lady, one that would cook and clean for her husband when she was old enough to marry. Lumara didn’t think that she was suited for the life of a noble, however. She ran away from home at the age of fifteen, leaving behind all of her valuables. Lumara took up arms with a rogue mercenary group called the Riders of Dawn, and while she served them, they protected her. She was given weapons and proper clothing suited for battle.
Lumara became a Wyvern Rider when she was in her second year of being with the Riders. It was then that she met her brown Wyvern, and named him Caius. The two forged a strong bond as rider and Wyvern.
The Riders of Dawn were killed in a squabble between a rival faction when Lumara was twenty. Having her family ripped away, Lumara turned to alcohol. She often drank so much that she would pass out in local taverns and wake up when it was time to close up. Everyone knew her as the local drunk and everyone avoided her. Lumara began sour and aggressive, continuously drinking and finding men to spend time with.
One day, Lumara was wasted, as usual. She had provoked a fight with a Shepherd, and the two had a very violent brawl. When she had beaten the crap out of him, and he out of her, the Shepherd laughed. He admired her spirits, he said, and asked if she could join. Lumara thought that this was a joke; the man was offering her work even as he cradled his dislocated jaw. But he was serious. Lumara took up arms once again at the age of twenty and simultaneously became a Wyvern Lord.
When the barracks fell, Lumara fled to Plegia with the rest of the loyal Shepherds.

Quirk: Is the quickest climber.

Strengths: Cunning, loyal.

Weaknesses: Loud, doesn’t listen to anyone, a drunkard, very violent.

Likes: Alcohol, men, violence, warmth, Caius, the Shepherds.

Dislikes: Just about everything else.

Romantic Interest: None.

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Username: Dragon

Name: Darrian

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Birthday: October 12th

Class: Great Lord [Since he is the Exalt]

Allied to?: Ylisse

Weapons: Falchion, Noble Rapier

Clothing: Exalt Clothing [I LOVE THAT BLUE-GRAY COMBO ARGGGGG]

Appearance: Something like that, with his hair cut a bit short. The Mark of the Exalt is found on his lower back.

Personality: In public, Darrian is as calm, kind, and gentle as was Emmeryn. He picks up children and puts them on his shoulders, and kisses newborn babes for their mothers. He speaks of peace and justice to his people, but really, he couldn’t be further from speaking the truth. When he is with his men, Darrian is cold and uncaring. He has sent men on impossible missions before, and does not care for their obvious fear of being slaughtered at enemy doorsteps. While many of his soldiers would carry out his every command, there are others who seek to overthrow Darrian. However, he has made quick work of removing that threat; anyone who steps out of bounds will be on the block with an axe at their throat in no time. Some say he is simply insane, burdened by the load that his ancestors passed to him, but even Darrian thwarts that suspicion.

Biography: Darrian was the first born of the current Exalt. It was known that he would one day become the ruler of Ylisse, and when Darrian was but three, he was thrown into a whirlwind of training. He was taught how to fight and how to be diplomatic, how to speak and how to read, and when to be stern and when to be kind. Darrian mastered all of these lessons at sixteen, but there was one aspect of being the next in line that he loved- fighting. Darrian would easily take on three or four people at the time without a fatal wound. The man was a master swordsman at age twenty.
However, as he continued to fight, his other skills began to grow weak. Darrian became very aggressive, always arguing and being unfair to the servants around the castle. He knew exactly what he was; he was royal blood, and he should be treated as such.
No one did anything to stop Darrian. When the previous Exalt passed on to the next world, Darrian was immediately crowned as the new Exalt. It was then that he began to plot to take over the whole world, uniting Valm, Plegia, and Ylisse under his banner. No one was going to stop him.
Until the Shepherds began to find out about his scheme. Darrian began to grow paranoid and afraid, much like a little child. When he ordered the genocide of the Shepherds, the land was confused. Why would he want a massive branch of the protectors of Ylisse murdered? However, cunning Darrian immediately made up a lie. He said that the Shepherds were traitors, working hand in hand with Plegia. And so started the slaughter…

Quirk: Possibly the quickest to get angry.

Strengths: Very cunning, and very persuasive.

Weaknesses: Horribly aggressive [has been known to kill his own men in fits of anger], will risk anything to get what he wants, and somewhat oppressive.

Likes: Fancy foods, being treated as he is supposed to be treated, his most loyal men, striking fear into his enemies’ hearts, hunting the Shepherds, making sure he is in control, Ylisse, war, success.

Dislikes: the Shepherds, some of his ancestors [Chrom and Lucina especially], being disrespected, stubborn people who don’t want to be controlled, failure, peace.

Romantic Interest: Well, he HAS to have a bride to produce a heir… but he’s single now.

Other: Some say he might have a few bastard sons around Ylisse.

Username: Asura

Name: Laius, Crown Prince of Plegia

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Birthday: September 14th

Class: Mage

Allied to?: Plegia

Weapons:
-Rexcalibur
-Bolganone
-Thoron
-Aversa's Night

Clothing:

Appearance:

Personality: The most glorious man in all of Plegia, or so he would have you believe. Laius is the definition of self absorbed. So deep is his belief that he is the greatest that shaking his faith is nigh impossible. He's eccentric, lazy, lecherous, egotistical and often obnoxious. But don't tell him that, lest you want a long speech of his great deeds and an argument which counters every single point in your own, even if his own points are completely untrue or illogical. He also fancies himself a womanizer, as a man of such greatness will surely attract the attention of the more lovely, feminine variety. His success is frankly up to debate, but by god he will regale you with tails of Valmese princess and villagers whisked away to his chambers if you dare question his honesty! The pleasures of life nearly always have his attention. He's shirked off many a meeting in the castle to have a nap in the stables or chase the skirt of a pretty maid. Not the most dependable individual. For all his faults, he has his redeeming qualities. His loyalty to his people is unmatched. His boisterous personality, although a tad much for some, makes him a very charismatic gentleman capable of rousing speeches and honeyed words for the masses. Merriment is a prime goal for him and his devotion to it often spreads to those around him, although they likely wouldn't admit it. He's also a very passionate man. Although his passion is usually devoted to his magics, the opposite sex or vigorous dancing, once a cause catches his eye he will pursue it to the very end! Nothing less would be acceptable of Plegia's Iron Prince!

Biography: Born to Plegia's royal family, Laius stands as the heir to the once theocratic people. The strife caused within the country by the purging of Grima and the Grimleal after the dragon's defeat at the hands of Hero-King Chrom generations before had come to an end under his grandfather's waning years of rule. His father taking up the throne only made it more peaceful.

Quirk: Best dancer in the army

Strengths:
-Extremely potent magic user
-Charismatic
-Unshakeable willpower

Weaknesses:
-Clumsy on the battlefield
-Hubris incarnate
-Hedonistic

Likes: Dancing, his fellow Plegians, apples, being the center of attention, getting what he wants, wyvern, women of all shapes and sizes, being quirky

Dislikes: Sand, Valmese people, Darrian of Ylisse, papaya fruits, people taking his spotlight, horses, rejection, people who take life too seriously

Romantic Interest: "Worry not, my dears! You need not fight over me. I'm capable of taking several of you at once!"

Other:

Username:
Psyker Landshark

Name:
Lantus

Age:
53

Gender:
Male

Birthday:
November 3

Class:
Paladin

Allied to?:
Darrian

Weapons:
- Silver Sword
- Steel Lance

Clothing:


Appearance:


Personality:
A bitter, jaded, and pragmatic old man that puts his family first above all else. He is intelligent, cunning, and ruthless in the pursuit of his goals. To other people, he is cold, stoic, and impersonal. Lantus is a pragmatist at heart, and will always take the most practical course of action, no matter the cost to himself or others. However, he has a soft spot for his children and his (deceased) wife. Lantus views his family and his soldiers as his responsibility, and will go to any lengths to ensure their safety and success.

Biography:
Originally the heir of a minor, impoverished noble house of Ylisse, Lantus entered the military at a young age in order to try to win glory and riches for his family and raise their standing. His military skill was such that he rose to the rank of general at a young age. During the reign of the previous Exalt, Ylisse entered into another war, and Lantus’s prowess as a general was pivotal to Ylisse’s victory. During a pitched battle, Lantus lead the charge and broke the enemy lines, causing them to rout, but lost an eye to a stray arrow in the process. However, he was more noted for his tactics than his victories, as Lantus used several underhanded tricks to ensure his victories, his most notable action being poisoning an entire city’s water supply to weaken the garrisoned army within before he took the city with minimal casualties. Despite how dishonorable and damaging his tactics were, they were done in order to minimize losses among his own men and secure a victory for the Ylissan army. The previous Exalt noted this, and rewarded Lantus with the title of duke and the lands that came with, elevating his family from being a minor house to a respected and powerful one. Lantus had attained the success he had dreamed of, but the horrors of war and his own actions left him cold and jaded.
When his father died and Lantus became the head of his house, he became a sworn supporter of Exalt Lucina for pulling his family out of obscurity and was one of her most loyal generals. In the years that followed, Lantus arranged a marriage alliance to other prominent Ylissan house in order to ensure his family’s prosperity and had a son and two daughters from that wife.
Once Exalt Lucina died and Darrian took the throne, Lantus retired from active duty in order to better oversee his duchy as his children began to make their own paths into the world. His son and heir became a captain of Ylisse’s knights, his older daughter became a prominent mage, and his younger daughter enlisted in the Shepards. As a result, when Darrian began purging the Shepards, Lantus frantically searched for his daughter Alicia, hoping that she wasn’t killed in the fighting. During this time, Darrian called for Lantus to return to active service as a general, as Ylisse had weakened itself by purging a good portion of its own military, and Lantus accepted not to serve the realm, but to ensure that his daughter would live if he came across the surviving Shepards.

Quirk:
Despite his dishonorable actions, Lantus has never actually betrayed his word or broken any oath he has made, and has no intention to.

Strengths:
- Skilled fighter with decades of experience
- Cunning strategist and tactician that will use any tactic, no matter how dirty or dishonorable

Weaknesses:
- Only has one eye, resulting in poor depth perception
- Suffers from a bad reputation among commoners and nobility alike due to being notably ruthless
- Prideful and will not back down from a direct challenge or insult to his family

Likes:
Competence, pragmatism, intelligent people, tea, swordsmanship, horses, soldiers, spicy foods, bear meat

Dislikes:
Idealism, warm weather, superstition, most military tacticians, lazy people

Romantic Interest:
Widowed. Make of that what you will.

Other:

Username:
Solace

Name:
Xanxus

Age:
Twenty-eight years old.

Gender:
Male

Birthday:
December 25th

Class:
Trueblade (truly just a stronger swordmaster with a different class name, it's moreso an 'exclusive' class designed to fit his role / reflect his status like Walhart having his exclusive class as Conqueror)

Allegiance:
Ylisse

Weapon(s):
Xanxus has two different swords, one of them only drawn under special conditions. His first weapon is merely an Iron Sword; through using this against his enemy, it's metaphorically an insult to his opponent as it implies that he is still superior to them even when he wields the most basic sword. His second and personal sword, Imperius, is a one-of-a-kind weapon that is considered a masterpiece to other swordsmen, of which he is also known for. Thus far, he has only drawn Imperius a total of three times; the conditions as to when he does are unknown.

Clothing: Casual attire (always worn)

Appearance: Portrait

Personality:
Most people do not know Xanxus on a personal basis enough to judge his personality. He is a stoic individual who prefers to get things down straightforwardly, believing that overthinking the situation would lead to failure and thinks lowly of complicated strategies. Through his old mercenary and current military experience, he has become highly disciplined, but this has changed during the Purge of the Shepherds as he was given more freedom to do as he wished. He views the world in a basic standing; in black and white. He never questions his orders from Darrian, and carries them out with no emotion involved; it has been hinted that he doesn't actually find a hobby out of killing people, but only does it to do it.

Biography:
Not many know of Xanxus' background. They say that before joining the Ylissean Army at eighteen years old, he had already been working as a mercenary in his early teens and rose to prominence as a result of working at a young age. He had been made a soldier on the spot and did not require any further training because of his experience, landing him in favor of his superiors. Later on, as he continually rose through the ranks and eventually became an officer, he was sent to Valm to deliver supplies to the capital. He ordered his men to go on with their mission without him, and trailed off to Chon'sin to seek a council with their current King. Though considered an act of war and breach in their alliance at first, he sought a duel with the man known as the Saint of Swords to test his abilities, managing to defeat him squarely and claiming the title for himself. Since then, Xanxus has held a great deal of widespread fame and notoriety, but never indulges himself in that kind of life. This, along with his independent nature, caught the eye of Darrian when he took power.

Quirk:
Cannot remain stationary in one spot for more than a minute.

Strengths:
Strongly combat-oriented; Xanxus sports superior battle skills that have hailed him as one of the continent's finest.

Weaknesses:
Frequently acts independently, has a bit of an arrogant streak (though he does not showcase it openly for the most part, most agree that this is actually justifiable), and has seemingly no care or acknowledgement for the lives of others.

Likes:
Being in control, and solitude.

Dislikes:
Other swordsmen, sword-toting mongrels who call themselves heroes or vigilantes, crowds, people viewing him as a celebrity, and society.

Romantic Interest:
Xanxus associates himself with too many women to keep track of.

Other:
Xanxus's battle theme when fought seriously / with Imperius.
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Character List [cont.]

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Outsiders

Username: Zane620

Name: Yu Amagi

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Birthday: July 17th

Class: Swordmaster

Allied to?: Darrian

Weapons: Yu has two signature blades he uses Killing Edge and the other one being his own personal sword he had forged(In appearance) It however is pretty much the same as a silver sword, just with his own design.

Appearance:

Personality: Quite the ruthless man, showing no hesitation to trample whatever is in his path. Acts quite cold to those he finds weak, and will be somewhat nice to those he finds to be good enough for a challenge. Most tend to avoid him due to his violent tendencies, and many fear being under his command due to the insane way he charges into battle. Yu is quite the hothead and reacts quite easily to simple taunts, though most that taunt him end up regretting it.

Biography: Ever since a young age, Yu was trained for combat. It was etched into his memory, everything that could be taught to him was drilled into his young mind as he was to practice everyday, so when he got older he would become a soldier. His family house while it wasn't noble, it was well known for raising some of the finest warriors, and that is what they planned on doing with Yu as well. By the time he was eighteen he already surpassed his entire family in terms of strength and did what his entire family had done in the past, he joined the army right away, and quickly moved his way up the ranks with each battle he was in. Yu was far different from his ancestors who trained everyday to perfect themselves. Somewhere along the way Yu got an obsession with combat, and wished for nothing more than fighting worthy people. As he would simply cut through countless of people just to fight a skilled officer. As this continued Yu slowly became more violent and a cold person, as he improved he found the challenges lacking.
When The Exalt died, and Darrian took his place. Yu wondered what kind of ruler he would be and when he found out he wasn't displeased at all. This man demanded the deaths of all Shepards for being traitors. While most would question this. Yu loved it, as he enjoyed every bit of hunting them down and killing them. Yu even went as far as killing his own family members who had joined the Shepards, effectively making him the new and only leader of his household. Due to this eagerness and willingness to kill first and not ask questions later, Darrian promoted the battle loving Yu to General

Quirk: Loves organization, and gets annoyed easily by those who are disorganized.

Strengths:
-Incredibly fast in combat.
-Being able to adapt to situations against him.
-Good reflexes.

Weaknesses:
-Easily angered.
-His love for combat sometimes works against him.
-Not very good at listening to strategies.

Likes: Fighting, great fighters, Lagzu, organization.

Dislikes: Insects, annoying people, weaklings, complicated plans, Pegasus riders, sloppy people.

Romantic Interest: Ladddddddies ;)

Other:

Username: Kangutso
Name: Misani 'Sani' AKA 'Gold Reaper'
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 3
Class: Thief
Allied To?: None at the moment. (Will become Shepherds)

Weapon(s): Iron Sword, and a Bow that she stole off a watchman.
Clothing: http://static4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130119105408/fireemblem/images/3/38/Thief_Female.jpg
Appearance: http://i432.photobucket.com/albums/qq48/werewolflover334/anime/Anime%20Girls/thief.jpg

Personality: An arrogant pervert, party goer, and sly thief. Those are some of the ways that people who know her would describe her. All of them are true, and it is also true that she holds her friends close and treats them well. She is also hard to get along with if she doesn't know you, more-so if you are a woman. Never ask her how she steals some of the things she does, you aren't likely to get a straight answer.

Biography: Average, that would be how to best describe how she grew up. She wasn't among the high class or nobility, but neither was her family poor or homeless. She was born into a low class merchant family, able to live well but still have fun. Her parents, thankfully, never wanted to marry her to someone that she didn't want to, and were never worried about using her to join a more rich merchant class. She had the freedom to do what she wanted within reason.

It remained this way for years until she was 13, when a rival merchant family hired thugs to ruin their trade and force them into bankruptsy. In an attempt to recover from it her parents led a caravan out of the city and left Misani in a trusted friend's care, only for them to find out days later that the caravan was raided and there were no survivors. As a result, she ran away a few days later and swore revenge on the people who drove her family to their deaths, deciding that the best way was to steal all they had.

For the next three years she trained herself, making friends in the underworld of the city and going from pickpocket to full fledged thief. It soon came time for her first heist as a thief, and she knew exactly which ones to target. So it came to be that, on the eve of her 17th birthday, she became known as the Gold Reaper, the thief that brought down the city's richest and most powerful family. She had to leave afterward, as staying any longer would have likely gotten her killed, and slowly built up he skills in the following days.

Strengths: Her keen eyesight allows her to see great distances, or see things that others wouldn't notice. She is flexible, which allows her to more easily move and dodge blows, among other things.
Weaknesses: She can't take more then a few hits, especially heavy blows. Some valuables she can't resist trying to steal, or at least get a closer look at. And she is arrogant to a point, wanting to be better than anyone else at what she does.
Likes: The night sky, the dark, treasure, freedom, peeping, drinks, a good party, and being left alone.
Dislikes: Stuckup noblemen, bandits, prison, extreme heights, other thieves.
Romantic Interest: She would like one, but alas, what man would fall for her?

Other:

Username: Bornlucky

Name: Lynn

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Birthday: 6/6

Class: Sorcerer

Allied to?: Faction-less at the moment (Will Ally with Shepards soon enough)

Weapons: Mire, flux, concoction.

Appearance: Lookie here~

Armor: Custom made robes~

Personality: Lyn is a hyper and happy-go-lucky girl, who always sees the best in people. She is friendly, relaxed and cheerful, many would say she a good person to confide in, but she can be forgetful and overly blunt at times. So to help with her memory problem she keeps forget me knots on her fingers to remember things better. She is rash and charge thing ahead, she might appears to be the manic pixie girl, but she smarter then she seems. She understands people keenly, and she has eye for fine details, and when she remembers things she can remember little things about people and even correct people on what they said. She loves animals, she can understand them and take good care of pretty much any domesticated animals. But be warned she is very scary when angered she is willing to use violence if angry enough, and it hard to calm her back down. She has a hard time understanding depressed people since she can't related with them that will and tries and vain to tell them to cheer up and think of puppy and kittens or frogs.

Biography: Lynn was born to a loving parents, and six sisters. It was a very busy house hold, with everyone learning skills for adulthood. All seven girls of the house hold learn some kind of magic or riding skill. Lynn chose dark magic, because she liked the idea of curses and hex, she was the best with magic in the house. Her childhood was simple with simple wants and simple needs. They lived in Ylisse,Lynn looked up to the Shepherds and hoped to join them no matter the situation with them. She wanted to be a hero and save all people from wrong doing. Her skills with magic was one of the most noticeable amongst the girls, but due to training to hard one day and tripping over a modest height she landed on her head and her memory has been fuzzy since, but her skills were intact, but she tends to wonder off and be gone for days to weeks, but her family adapted due to her being able to protect herself.

Quirk: Tends to double check all her forget me knots, plays with her stuff frog when bored, dances when she thinks nobody around, wiggles her fingers when cheering up people as if casting a spell to make them happy.

Strengths: Cheerful to a fault. Optimist and can never be brought down to despair. Finds little easily missed details easily. And empathic

Weaknesses: Spotty memory from a mild concussion a year ago still has a hard time remembering some detail without reminders. Can be overbearing and pushy Tries to hard to please everyone. A bit book dumb.

Likes: Frogs, people, talking to new people, being helpful, Happy music

Dislikes: Toads, grumps, forgetting some thing, being in class, hot weather.

Romantic Interest: Nope, free as the wind~

Other:

Username: ERode
Name: Aelitha
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 1st
Class: Troubadour
Allied To: Whomever she wishes to travel with.
Weapons: A Troubadour for hire who likes to stay versatile, Aelitha carries four different staves with her: Mend, Fortify, Speed, and Balmwood. Three different types of healing staves as well as a utility staff for the sole sake of increasing the speed of either herself or others. It works with her reputation as being one of the fastest clerics, if nothing else. Healz on wheelz, essentially.
Description: A petite person at 5'4, Aelitha is a person who one would not believe to be a traveling healer-for-hire, one that regularly frequented battles for the shine of a coin. Her complexion is naturally pale and her blond hair and blue eyes make her out to be the daughter of nobles, a fair maiden dressed in white and blue. However, her long hair is usually unkempt and unwashed, while her blue eyes are murky and empty, devoid of any child-like light. Her hands are callused from handling staves, fingernails kept short through constant biting. Aelitha, despite her young age, despite her child-life appearance, despite her noble semblance...

...is ultimately a whimsical girl, one who has seen enough death and despair that she no longer thinks too heavily about such things. A mercenary working alone, she's prone to speaking to herself, vocalizing her thoughts whenever she's not on the job. Despite her lone wolf nature though, she's a dependable leader if it came down to it, having had many chances to sponge up the strategies and tactics of other leaders that she had worked under. Combine that with an increasingly potent woman's intuition, and Aelitha has the potential of being a rather capable second-in-command...but only when she feels like it. She derives pleasure from watching plans come together, and likes to spend her money on quirky accessories or specialty foods, even though Aelitha has no actual experience with fashion and fine meals. Independent, there's nothing to hold her down. Resolute, she makes her decisions and then sees it through. Selfish, anything she does should benefit her in some way.

There's only one thing that she follows. A single sentence that she says from time to time.

“Even if the captain is evil, doesn't mean their soldiers are.”

Biography: The only daughter of Alier Velone and Lacie Burrows, two merchants running a rather popular grocery shop in a town in Rosanne. Helping out with menial tasks ever since she became old enough to walk, Aelitha became a rather responsible person rather early. She learned how to cook alongside her mother when she was seven, and by the time she was nine, she had already started to run her shop herself. While she was still uneducated, as most female commoners were, Aelitha's work ethic was enough to get her noticed by the town's healer, and thus, she became that man's apprentice. Her little brother was going to be born soon, and the family would benefit from extra income. With those thoughts in mind, Aelitha strove towards the path of being a healer, learning the ways of the staff.

In three years, at the age of 12, the young girl had become a healer with potent enough abilities that she could begin working along. Yet at the same time, with these powers, she was at the stage of life where she wanted to do more. Adolescence was an interesting period of life, after all. After 12 years of obediently living with her parents and doing what she was told, Aelitha was finally wondering what she wanted to do with her own life. For that, she had thought about it for a long time. Thought about the consequences, the reactions, the sustainability, the future. And finally, it was not herself who took the first step, but her father, Alier Velone, who asked her what she wanted to do with her life.

Though she did not know it at the time, she was following his footsteps. Though she inherited her appearance from her mother, Aelitha had inherited her father's wanderlust.

The horse had already been prepared for her, a gentle mare accustom to travelling long distances. New staves were already purchased, wrapped up in a neat bundle. Her family had already set aside money for that day.

When she was thirteen, having learned to read maps, ride horses, and set up game traps, the girl said good bye to her parents and left her nest.

Four memorable, hard, tragic, funny, nostalgic years passed as she travelled the world, offering her services to anyone who would have her. Now, she was in the theocratic kingdom of Plegia, a Troubadour for hire.

Quirks: Aelitha has an interesting habit of scouring the fields of battle after victory had been achieved, looking for injured soldiers who had been abandoned by their allies so she could nurse them back to health and send them running off on their way. A habit that has gotten her in trouble more than once in her career.
Strengths: Mobile healing, Capable of adapting to new situations and allegiances quickly, Thinking up fancy plans
Weaknesses: Close combat against anyone with a sharp weapon, Arrows (to the knee), Her own mercy healings, Lotsa money, Dealing with stubborn idiots
Likes: Rare dishes, Travelling, Camping out, MONEY, Her job, Little kids, Perfectly executed plans, Making people believe in lies, Knights
Dislikes: Archers, Arrows, Flying horses, Being in the same place for too long, Bad food, Men who don't know how to do household chores, Rich people who are stingy, Leeroy Jenkins-type people
Romantic Interest: No one in particular, but she does seem to smile at boys younger than her the most. Something to do with an inherent attraction to their naivety.
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Name: Kalar Pallax
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Birthday: July 21st
Class: Hero
Allied to: Nobody (He is a mercenary who has fallen upon hard times)
Weapons: Steel Sword, Steel Axe, Silver Sword (heavily used, but kept in good repair), Vulnerary 3/3
Appearance:
Personality: Very dark and mysterious. Once paid, he will be loyal until the contract is over. It is possible to bring him to make alliance with him if able to convince him with a good reason. If given a right cause, he would be willing to die for it. He does not engage in conversation with others; others have to start to speak with him before he will respond.
Biography: Walking across the land, this man has traveled, never staying in one place. Nobody knows from where he hails, only that he leaves a wake of blood behind him. In far-out countries, he is rumored to have fought in their wars, allowing the side he is on to win. Then, the next day, he may be killing the same side he was just on. It is said, though, that he once settled for a time, where he gave up the sword so he could settle once and for all. The villagers were wary at first, but seeing he simply wanted to live in peace, they let him alone. After two years, he left for a bit, so he could gather supplies. When he got back, the entire village he was staying in was annihilated. Many rumors say it was because the ruler of a opposing lord wanted Kalar to join his army, but the mercenary had refused too. Others say he went berserk and killed everyone there. Whatever may be speculated, because of this tragedy, he has never stopped moving.

Quirk: Likes to keep to himself. May be heard muttering to himself.

Strengths: Able to move around fast (Dodge and Movement), Uses more finesse than strength
Weakness: Does not trust people so he will want the full information, even if it is critical to keep it silent. Also, he is not very physically strong.

Likes: Wilderness, swordplay, to blacksmith, cooking
Dislikes: Brutality on the battlefield, people, liars
Romantic Interest: N/A

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Name: Accel

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Birthday: Feb. 18

Class: Myrmidon

Allied to? : Shepherds

Weapons: Killing edge X2, Storm sword, Vulnerary 3/3

Appearance: Well since my previous image was scorned :*( I made my own, just a little thinner and shorter than the picture. Also he has sheaths for his two killing edges like the sword master has in awakening. And finally the sword on his back is his Storm Sword


Personality: Accel is very curious because he doesn't have a lot of real world experience. He wants to help people who can't help themselves but this often leads to him acting naive. His hate of Darrian and his men can also lead to rash decisions. When training in the military he was always the best and received praise from his instructors so he can be overconfident about his skills as well, however he has decided he wants to be the best sword master so if he finds someone superior he will start training until he is better.

Biography: Lived in a city with father as a simple flower shop owner and his mother supporting him. Every week a richly dressed man with bodyguards came into the shop and let with a bag of coins. One night he heard his father and mother whispering about something and how they would have to send Accel away.

Then next morning they told him they he would be joining the army to help protect his nation. Accel went through basic training and was selected for a special unit of sword users. He stayed for about a month before he was given a day off for a holiday.

He immediately went to see his parents but there was no one in the shop and it was boarded up. He asked one of the passersby how long the shop had been closed for and learned it had been about a month. When he inquired further the passerby also told him that there was a rumor that the couple living there couldn't pay the heavy taxes and were killed. Accel linked the rich man to a tax collector and the tax collector to their “wonderful exalt” Darrian. He decided the Darrian was responsible for his parent’s death and left the army. He heard a rumor that Darrian had ordered the Shepherds to be killed and decided he had to find them and see if he could help fight against Darrian.

Quirk: Always has a flower with him.

Strengths: His sheath drawing and alternation of his two killing edges overwhelm most opponents quickly and his Storm blade is usually totally unexpected allowing him to score at least one vital hit.

Weaknesses: Doesn't know enough swordplay to do well in a prolonged fight, Can’t take a hit very well, Can be naive at times, can be rash if provoked

Likes: Animals, Swordplay, Meat

Dislikes: Animal abuse, Innocents being hurt, Darrian

Romantic interest: Female

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Name: Logan

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Birthday: March 5th

Class: Dark Mage

Allied to?: The ones who promise him the best experience.

Weapons:
-Dying Blaze(Looks to be falling apart.)
-Mire
-Thunder

Clothing: The basic clothing of one of Plegia's dark mages, adorned with a large coat for colder climates.

Appearance: Skinny and pale, with dark shaggy hair that falls past his chin, with the back usually tied up. Behind his thick bangs lie sharp, exceptionally focused eyes, their dark color nearly indistinguishable from that of his hair. Upon Logan's forehead(usually kept well hidden behind the hair) is a tattoo that stretches across his face, wherein three eyes of Grima stare outward, etched in a vivid purple. More such tattoos mar his pale body, one running down each limb and a large, complex tattoo stretching across his back.
Overall Picture: http://imgur.com/fTFmpPc

Forehead Tattoos:

Personality: A seeker of knowledge. Is overactive in this pursuit, coming across as almost forceful in if something piques his interest. Easily swayed with the promise of new things to examine and learn. Turns hostile when refused or spurned away from people or things of interest, giving no head to himself or others. Treats everything he comes across as an experiment. While not ashamed of his past, doesn't like speaking about it(More specifically his tattoos) as it usually ruins any first impressions that could be made.

Biography: The young Logan was born in Plegia, in a dark temple that once housed thousands of the cultists of Grima. It was a dark place, lonely, with about thirty hopeless worshipers of the fell dragon wishing furiously in for their god to reawaken once more. The leader of the small band, an especially devout Grimleal, took it upon herself to make sure that Logan would be able to support the next bearer of the Fell Blood as the future of the failing religion. As soon as the youngest addition to the cultists was able to talk, he was told to join in on the rituals, both arcane and physical, and to offer his body and soul to Grima so that the dark god would stalk the land once more.

Years past before anything brought change to Logan's cramped world. Upon his "true" ascension into the ranks of the Grimleal (A ritual that permanently carved the marks of Grima onto his skin) the young man was taken outside to see the horrors that the "heroes" of Naga had wrought. As his escort swayed and moaned, pointing to the hated light and the 'twisted, hateful, living creatures' the would-be cultist felt only a disturbing amount of interest in this thing that his 'family' feared. The temple was boring, with the people inside speaking worn-out phrases of hate and despair over and over, with only the darkness and the damp for company. Logan's decision was as set in stone as the words the priests of Grima recited. He began to plot to escape, taking renewed interest in the dark magic that his people constantly used, dissecting weapons and tools in order to slate his thirst for knowledge, taking to exploring by himself in order to find the best way to navigate the dark corridors of what was once his home, and now his prison.

It would be another full year before Logan made his move. After making sure he had soaked up as much information as he could from his surroundings, the young man slipped away in the early hours of the morning, bearing powerful tomes and the most unique items he could get his hands on. His escape was quick as it was clean, with nary an alarm raised nor a swift arrow to the spine. For the first time in his life, Logan was able to go where he pleased. Unfortunately for him, that meant to the nearest roadway, where he was promptly and swiftly reported to the local authorities for his obvious affiliation with Grima.

After confirming that the young man with the vibrant tattoos and the clothes of a dark mage didn't mean death to the living and the resurrection of the bearers of the Fell Blood(Mostly because the guards didn't want to upset a magi), the guards of the area reluctantly let him go, informing Logan that it wasn't wise to flaunt his markings if he was going to make it in the world. He took the words to heart as he left the city, before vanishing into the barren Plegian landscape for a time. He appeared in towns randomly, usually with more than a few scrapes and bruises. As his hair grew out, the questions about his origins faded away and he began to explore the people he had been warned about. Logan found that the more he asked questions, the more information he got, and the better questions he could ask. The young man began to feel the interest that spurned him to escape from his old life burn more and more as he discovered new things, and found unique ways to discover. He began to obsessively collect things that were viewed as rare, and dismiss any care for personal safety. He took on jobs that nearly killed him for a chance to see something that no-one else had, and began to spread out his searches even more.

He heard of the purge that the current Exalt of Ylisse was performing, and began to search for something that promised to soon not be of this world: The Shepards.

Quirk: Will eat absolutely anything once.

Strengths: Intelligence, inquisitiveness.

Weaknesses: Lacks common sense. Will opt to go for rarity rather than function, and is greedy to a fault when it comes to discovering new things.

Likes: Knowledge, magic, tomes, rare things, interesting people, discovery, honesty, puzzles, hot weather, experiences of all sorts, life, death, sweet food, and observation

Dislikes: Liars, anti-intellectualism, people asking him questions, boring people, pain, damp places, cold weather, the Grimleal(only the cultists, he's fine with Grima)

Romantic Interest: None, but he's open to new experiences.

Other:

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I'm jealous of your color. Mainly because it's my favorite. -.-
Instead, I now receive the shade of barf. Very enticing.
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That was the color! I KNEW it was either diarrhea or barf.

So, you know what to post? Or do I have to post... again?
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I don't have much to go off of other than a sentence description for both portions, so I'll figure something out.
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*kicks forum*

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Sorry, Solace. :<
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Oh, no worries. It's my fault for snoozing in the middle of the day anyway. -_-

I now have school on Friday when I normally shouldn't because my Math teacher told us that we didn't have a midterm so we didn't need to go to his class yesterday, but he just sent out an email that we actually did, but we can't take it today in order to make it up, so we have to go tomorrow on the day when everybody should be off.

Fucking horseshit.
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That's fucking shit... :< You should say something!
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I AM NOW THE GALAXY
MUAHAHAH

I sent an email back stating how bullshit it was, but got no reply. Oh well, I only had plans for the weekend that need to be changed slightly. -_-
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You didn't really say bullshit, right? x3

... How do I do that.

I will now take a shower.
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Maybe I did. I lack some self-restraint when I get heated. >_>

I can't say. :v

Okay den.
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Oh... hey Mahz. So I should take the Center, Bold, etc?

Also, quick question, will the forum be wiped again?

Thanks for everything. ^^
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Is this by any chance still accepting?
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If you're active and good at RPing. :3
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TwilightDragon2 said
If you're active and good at RPing. :3


She really means yes, we are. To some extent. >_>
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That's like the last RPer we're accepting. THIS IS CURRENTLY CLOSED.
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That's like the last RPer we're accepting. THIS IS CURRENTLY CLOSED.


NU UH
THE THREAD LOOKS OPEN TO ME!!!!

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dnt hurtz meh pls
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Ainmire you can't go home

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Oh, excellent.

Is it fine if I take one of the manaketes?
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