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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.
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
[size=5]Outsiders[/size]
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.
He has two distinctive scars that run along the sides of his face; a burn on the left, and a cut on the right.[/center]
[size=5]Shepherds[/size]
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
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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.
He has two distinctive scars that run along the sides of his face; a burn on the left, and a cut on the right.[/center]