[hider=CS][color=ed145b]Appearance:[/color] Average in height, with a lithe form and soft, delicate features, Macy does not inspire terror. Though he bears a thin layer of muscle, one look at the boy would be enough to tell that strength is not his forte. As well, a penchant for flair often finds his long, wild hair dyed some color or another.
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[color=ed145b]Name:[/color] Macy Eleharon   

[color=ed145b]Age:[/color] 18
 
[color=ed145b]Personality:[/color] Initially Macy might come off as proud and overconfident, perhaps even a bit full of himself, which is likely because these traits are all both accurate and understated. The only thing Macy likes talking about more than his own accomplishments are those of his family, and that’s by a [i]small[/i] margin. In addition, his haughty tendencies leave him with a knack for pointing out the flaws in others, while blatantly ignoring his own shortcomings (of which there are plenty that he would vehemently deny). 

When it comes to people, as long as he has his sword at his hip he’s generally unafraid of confrontation, and in fact finds amusement in bringing others to a boil. Of course, he's likely to accuse them of being too soft before admitting to being a bully. 


[color=ed145b]Backstory:[/color] The Eleharon’s are an old and established family of swordsmen, their name and reputation forged through skirmishes, tournaments, and sanctioned duels. To them, victory was a means of branding their name in history, and so eventually the family lost interest in the political ties of war, instead opting to become full-on performers. 

When Macy was born, the Eleharon’s were settled in Edessa, and so despite the family’s roving nature, he came to think of the heartland as home. Growing up there was no true choice to his future, only a selection of details. Would he take to the greatsword as his father did, the sabre like his mother? His early years were spent deciding, testing models of each until, on his eighth birthday, he was gifted a rapier. 

His sister, Lilissa, a year older, had been given the same, and while the two had been close before, they quickly became inseparable. They trained together from dawn to dusk, day after day, telling each other stories of how they’d be the most famous swordsmen in Lucenrai. Though neither had yet to step foot into an arena, both awaited the day without a shred of anxiety. They were excited, they were ready, this was their destiny. 

On Lilissa’s thirteenth birthday, the family traveled to a town called Heirwreathe, where various competitions were being held. Though everyone was eager to see the young Lilissa –who the family had come to title as “Feather” for how she moved¬¬– perform, no one was as proud to see her walk onto the stadium as Macy. With her gleaming orichalcum rapier in hand, she valiantly stood against a man known as the “Lion”, Edmund Basson, a champion of the area. “Valiantly”, but alas not successfully. The beast of a man disarmed her in the truest sense, cleaving the limb from her body. Lacking in sportsmanship, but not in legality, since Lilissa had agreed to the terms of the fight, Basson was victorious without contest. 

Macy watched in horror as his sister was dragged away to be saved, knowing deep down that she would never truly recover, and indeed, she never did. Macy continued to stay with her day after day, and when his thirteenth birthday came, he was almost sad to tell her of his victory. They would practice together, her with her off-hand, and him denying that he was moving slow on purpose, but eventually Lilissa put away her sword for good. 

Macy began fighting more often, challenges taking him away from home for days, sometimes weeks. He saw his sister less and less, until one day he came home to find that she had been practicing magic. On his fifteenth birthday, she presented him with a brilliant red rose, and he saw that, despite the stem being cut, it would not wilt. 

The next morning, she was dead. When Macy left for his next tournament, he did not return. 

Eventually his travels led him to the capital, by then known as “Macy the Royal”, where he continued to compete with great success and to high regard, until the invading Varyan forces pushed to its wall, and tournament fighters were no longer necessary.

Now, along with many of the city’s youth, he travels northward. 


[color=ed145b][b]Skills and Abilities:[/b][/color]

[color=ed145b][u]Professional Swordsmanship: [i]Rapier[/i][/u][/color] – Macy knows his body and his sword well enough to wield them as extensions of each other. As well, experience fighting against a myriad of other weapons and styles (in a tournament setting) has given him a talent for adapting in combat. Unfortunately, Macy cannot handle any other weapons, or even other [i]swords[/i], with any degree of notable skill. In addition, though Macy is well and all at fighting [i]people[/i], he’s never crossed a monster.  

[color=ed145b][u]Professional Showmanship[/u][/color] – The Eleharon’s are performers. Second only to their swordsmanship is their ability to attract attention, and at this Macy excels. Good with his wardrobe and his words, he can tell lovely stories, sing pleasant songs, and act as though the theater were his true calling.

[color=ed145b][u]Novice Whistling[/u][/color] – It isn’t as easy as it looks, dammit. 

[color=ed145b][b]Equipment:[/b][/color] 

[i][u]Rose[/u][/i]: [color=ed145b]“What do you mean? Of course I named it, all the best swords have names!”[/color] A polished, steel rapier with an elegant silver guard that does not connect to the bottom of the hilt, allowing more maneuverability.  

[i][u]Duelist’s Regalia[/u][/i]: [color=ed145b]“Love, when you’re this good, practicality takes second-stage to style.”[/color] Macy’s “armor” is mixed of lightweight and flashy fabrics. Sparse silver plates cover vibrant red cloth that flows down his sides like faulds. A violet cloak hangs from one shoulder, and a similarly colored sash trails from his neck down to his hip, which holds Rose’s sheath. 

[i][u]Satchel[/u][/i]: Aside from a few items for maintaining his sword armor, the satchel holds a mirror, an assortment of detailing make ups and a few powders for dyes. 

[i][u]Lilissa’s Rose[/u][/i]: [color=ed145b]“Put your filthy hand on me again, and I think I’ll keep it.”[/color] Whether it’s kept behind his ear, in his hair, or on his attire, this resilient flower rarely leaves Macy’s person.[/hider]