Sure, but they'd have to start off as a 1st Tier.

And yes! The more Grimleal, the better!

Nearly done with my archer! I'm working on the history, and I was wondering if it's okay to make her a daughter of the royal family ruling Chon'sin. Or would Say'ri still be the queen at this time?

Sure! And Say'ri would be dead, along with the rest of the charries.

Username: Zagreus

Name: Verin

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Birthday/Zodiac: August 5th, Leo

Allegiance: Grimleal

Class: Dark Mage -> Sorcerer

Clothing: Same as appearance

Weapons: Nosferatu, Waste, Elwind

Appearance:

Personality: Verin is timid and usually preoccupied with his own thoughts. Having followed orders for most of his life, he's rather obedient. Verin lacks confidence, and derives his self-worth from how useful he can make himself to others. Predictably, this can cause him to be quite the depressing fellow, and the people who treat him poorly only exacerbate this. Verin is in some ways a misguided youth whose ethics have been warped by his willingness to obey.

History: Verin was ignored from the time he was born. A mistake. Unwanted. Discarded. He spent much of his life struggling to live in Plegia, with very few good things coming his way. His misfortune was compounded by his relative frailty: he was unable to do the labor demanded of a person his age, and as such was forced to rely on the "kindness" of the worshipers of Grima by becoming a simple acolyte. Even then, he was hardly ever acknowledged. Verin was fed little, and was cared for even less. He did his best to earn his keep, but he was constantly reminded of his unworthiness.

Understandably, this had a terrible effect on Verin's self-esteem, and such hardships took its toll on his mind. Verin would retreat into himself on an almost daily basis, earning the ire of his superiors and a painful caning. Verin learned to associate pain with disobedience, and tried his best to appease others in fear of receiving more pain. It was around this time that Verin began to hear whispers. It is difficult to say whether Verin conjured up these whispers to dissociate himself from the rest of the world, or if the whispers were actually from some otherworldly source. Either way, Verin believed them, for what else did he have to believe in? The dark whispers told him of many things, and the knowledge which filled Verin's mind began to warp his perceptions of reality.

It was clear to others that Verin was beginning to lose it. What happened next, though, could be considered a small blessing for Verin: the dark whispers which the boy spoke of were interpreted as some sort of divine prophecy by his superiors. Could Verin perhaps be some sort of prophet, relaying the divine will of Grima? Perhaps. Not even Verin can say for sure where the whispers originate from, and most of the time they hardly make any sense at all.

For the first time, though, people were actually paying attention to Verin. They were asking him questions. They cared. Verin drew comfort from this, and did his best to interpret the whispers, despite him not quite knowing what they meant at times. Currently, Verin's reputation has not spread far and wide enough to warrant any special treatment outside of those that knew him originally. Word has gotten out enough, though, that there will be others seeking to use him in time. Verin would happily serve anyone that asks, so long as he believed he was being truly useful to them.

Ability: Is guided by dark forces

Quirk: A bit touched in the head

Strengths: Highly proficient in magic, at times his madness blesses him with insight

Weaknesses: Frail, impressionable, low self-esteem, low pain tolerance

Likes: Being alone, quiet, being useful

Dislikes: Himself, Naga worshippers, his parents (wherever they are), physical labor

Other: "Finally, I have a purpose..."

Accepted!

Glad I won't have to fight everyone else on my own.

Username: Chezka
Name: An'zu
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Birthday/Zodiac: August 30 - Virgo
Allegiance: Other (eventually Sacred Blades)
Class: Archer -> Sniper
Weapons: Murasaki, a forged Killer Bow
Appearance:

Personality: The sass is strong in this one. An'zu is self-assured but laidback, and even though she tries to hide it, there's a certain sophistication in her movements and speech that hint at a noble upbringing. Due to years of being restricted, her pent-up desire for freedom have all but exploded into the surface. She has thus adopted a devil-may-care attitude toward life and is currently too easily swayed by her whims; An'zu basically does whatever she feels like doing, with little regard to what consequences that may yield. Naturally witty and good-humored, she also has a quip ready for everything, although whether it's jocular or snarky depends on the company and the circumstance. In general, humor is something of a defense mechanism for her, and she tends to brush off worries with a lighthearted flourish and hides her fears under mounds of jokes. Although she's usually frank and direct, when something genuinely upsets her, she closes herself off and raises her walls. She readily offers to help others in need, but when the tables turn, she believes she has to solve her problems on her own, lest she get too reliant on the kindness of others.

Among friends, An'zu is playful and openly affectionate. She likes to tease the timid ones especially, often by encroaching on their personal boundaries to see how much they can take.

History: An'zu is the seventh child and only daughter of the Chonsinese royal family. She and her older brothers were trained in combat and politics practically as soon as they were born, and although she personally chose to forego the usual swordplay training (she felt like being a rebel), she was trained in archery. As a member of the royal family, she was expected to be well-versed in the ways of combat, to be able to rise to defend the land in the face of great dangers, like the great Say'ri did years ago. It wasn't until she turned sixteen that an entirely different responsibility was placed upon her.

Ever since Walhart's conquest of Valm, the countries of Chon'sin and Rosanne had been at a constant state of disagreement that only intensified as years passed, eventually reaching a point where their citizens began to openly fight each other. It became a dangerous feud that cost lives. Both her parents and the duke and duchess of Rosanne wanted to restore the peace, but their initial attempts were resisted by their people. Too blinded by their loyalty for their land, neither party wanted to make amends unless the other formally begged for forgiveness.

That was where An'zu came in. As a final resort, the two ruling families eventually thought to combine their families. If the Chon'sin's beloved princess were to marry the Duke's equally beloved son, their loyal citizens would then have to offer their begrudging support. They thought it would help put a cease to all the fighting, and could possibly even start strengthening the bond between them. For two years, An'zu and the Duke's son had to put up with the ruse and they toured the cities of both countries, pleading for peace. It worked for the most part, although the more radical citizens continue to wreak havoc. There was something about the idea of star-crossed lovers that appealed to the masses, and dissent amongst the people were gradually dying down, being replaced instead with the buzzing of gossip.

An'zu had just turned eighteen when everything changed. It was the day of their wedding, the culmination of everything they worked for, when the radicals decided to take action. The day itself was a blur to her, and she remembered only the seconds before she was knocked out. When she came to, she was on a ship going to Ylisse, a small bag with her belongings and a note attached to it, signed by her betrothed. It turned out that the ones who kidnapped her were 'friends' who wanted to save her from a restricted life.

Blinded by her desire to be free, An'zu easily accepted the tale fed to her, even though her instincts told her to do otherwise. It was the first time she traveled beyond Valm, and it thrilled her to see the different cultures. She is currently aimlessly traveling about Ylisse, trying to see as much of the world before she is forced to return to her home.

Unbeknownst to her, her kidnapping had set alight to the feud between the two countries who blame each other for the incident.

Ability: She can charm her way out of things

Quirk: Selectively listens; unfamiliar with the current happenings outside Valm

Strengths: Lithe, deadly accurate, resourceful, unpredictable
Weaknesses: Too reckless, too stubborn to ask for help, can't take a lot of blows, her small stature generally means she's weaker than others, self-indulgent, no sense of direction

Likes: Jokes, snarky retorts, fun people, teasing people, sweets, learning about the different cultures outside of Chon'sin, reading
Dislikes: Bitter and sour food, uptight people with no sense of humor, being forced to speak formally, boredom, being reminded of her home and the responsibilities she's running away from

Other: "How about we do something fun?"

Yus~

Whoa, things are progressing pretty well. This cast is pretty interesting.

Accepted. We can start now while peeps are making their forms.

I'll wait a little, after a few posts have been made. Though, I am excited to start playing!

Ok, got a few more hours of stuff to do, so I could start off like this.

Mercenary -> Hero -> Dread Fighter

So can the second be grimleal under the guise of a Sacred Blade?

That's great!

And ooh, a spy~ Sounds awesome!

So many interesting characters in this!

So many interesting characters in this!
EDIT:Sorry for the double post. Accident.

We're all gonna have a blast !

＼（＾∀＾）メ（＾∀＾）ノ

Yus~

Hey question. Is this gonna play out like classic or casual mode?

What do you mean classic or casual?

If you're talking about the game settings, then it's gonna end up like classic. People who die just die.

Username: Savo
Name: Laciel Daelam
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthday/Zodiac: August 1/Leo
Allegiance: Sacred Blades (used to be Other)
Class: [Mercenary] -> Hero -> Dread Fighter

Appearence and Clothing:

This is what he looks like. This is also technically his Mercenary class getup. He is 6'3".


Hero getup. He doesn't look like that though


Dread Fighter getup. Remember, the mercenary attire picture has his real face.

Weapons: Paragon (Reforged Brave Sword, don't expect him to use it much), Iron Sword, Poking Stick (Reforged Tree Branch).

Personality: Laciel is a laid back individual, and rarely jumps to fighting unless it is completely necessary. This leads him to often being called lazy by others, but that isn't necessarily true. He has worked hard almost every day on his travels, honing his skills. He is very level headed in situations where he is pressured, and rarely gets angry. Often when he does, it's usually for a few seconds, because what's anger going to help him with?

He is pretty friendly to those around him, and is one of the more modest blades. Laciel also can lend a helping hand to almost anyone, and tries to come up with a good solution. He is also a very strong-willed person, qnd very rarely gives in to any type of temptation.

Backstory: Laciel was born into a family of traveling mercenaries who traveled throughout the lands. He had an older brother named Vass, who often tried to outplay him in many different things, but often he lost to his younger brother. He was born to two Ylissian parents - man of magic, and woman of the blade, and these two tought him how to live his life. They taught him and his brother to have a strong resolve, and enjoy their lives. The family he has traveled with his whole life has shared hardships, happiness, and sadness, however one event would soon leave a permanent scar on his life.

One day, the pack of mercenaries was sent to take care of a few bandits lingering near the borders of Ylisse and Plegia. Little did the group know that this was a trap set up by the Grimleal to separate them both, and weaken a part of the group. As half of the group headed out to deal with the "bandits," the other group stayed behind to take care of the others due to there being children in the group (other than Laciel and Vass). The Grimleal sought to turn many of these children over to their side, gaining more allies in the future. They striked quickly, slaughtering the adults, and kidnapping the children. Laciel could only watch in horror as his only mother and father were slaughtered before him, and he was quickly taken away by the Grimleal at the age of 12.

He endured the Grimleals attempts to "fix" him, and often faked being turned over to their side to avoid being killed. Laciel was one of the few who resisted their mind altering magic, however his brother was not one of the few. Laciel continued being trained in the many arts of the Grimleal, and sought a way out of the volatile group. After biding his time for 4 years, he eventually found the chance to escape, and fled. His brother was angered with his brothers decision, and vowed to one day find and slaughter his treasonous brother.

The years past by as the young man continued traveling, training, and even doing a job or two to earn himself a bit of pay. He was often charitous to others, and often assisted other travelers with their problems. After wandering throughout the land, he eventually heard of the Sacred Blades mercenary group. He wasn't interested at first, but he remembered his mother's saying. "We are a band of misfits with no home. We care for each other, we suffer with each other, and we never give in to adversity. We will live, breathe, and die together, as a family... Thats what it means to be in a mercenary group." He was overcome by sadness, and decided to live by his mothers memory and find this group.

Ability: An amazing swordplayer, and magic user (later in the story). He can also sing any song blissfully in any octave.

Quirk: He is considered to be one of the best singers in the land.

Strengths: Great sword fighter and magic fighter(once he remembers how to use magic), very friendly to others, and is very patient.

Weaknesses: Very overprotective, curious, and an outright horrible liar.

Likes: Spicy food, gaining knowledge, others (except for the Grimleal), his family, and training.

Dislikes: Sour food, no resolve, the Grimleal, spiders, and uptight people.

Other: I couldn't think of a good one at the moment, so I might of stole one of the Avatars critical hit comments. If you want me to change it, I'll do it. I'll try and come up with a good one on my next character.

"Time to tip the scales!"