In this RP, Askr and Embla is in the Zenith Peninsula right next to Varjo.
I think I should have mentioned in the first post that the locations in this RP aren't exactly copies of the canon series. Anyway, I'll see what I can do regarding a general map.
Due to the somewhat peculiar combination of his baggy, exhausted eyes and utterly ecstatic expression, passerbys tend to think that he's a nut.
Sex:If you're fine with me... o///o Male Class: Dark Mage Starting Weapons: Mire, Ruin History: Originally a hunter from an Elibean village, Djeld returned from the forest to find his home in flames. Quietly drawing his hunting knife, he snuck up on a squad of mages he'd found casting from the trees, and knifed two of them before being noticed. Snatching up their tomes, he fled as spells shot past him, escaping from the battlefield.
Drifting through the country, Djeld began a rigorous self-study of the dark magic he had in his possession, seeking power in order to exact revenge. However, after coming into contact with a certain religion, Djeld gave up on revenge after learning about their ideologies of destruction--the end of his village was inevitable.
Despite obtaining a relatively high-ranking position within the clergy, Djeld eventually left to resume his quest for power, due to his beliefs conflicting with the other clerics’.
Personality: Unlike the other clerics of his religion, Djeld wasn’t focused on pure destruction; he looked at the implications of it. To him, the inevitability of annihilation--that everything, great or insignificant, will cease in the end--is comforting. There’s no reason to regret the past, for nothing exists in there; no reason to fear the future, for everything meets the same end. These thoughts have given him a surprisingly positive, happy-go-lucky outlook. Because he doesn’t believe in the afterlife, he is solely concerned with the happiness and quality of life for one’s self and others.
The major disagreement between him and the other clerics came from his refusal to hurt the innocent; although many of the members of the faith took unscrupulous actions to further the goal of reviving their god, Djeld had forbidden his followers from doing so. Although Djeld doesn’t explictly show it, he holds an abnormal amount of apathy towards people who view themselves as superior to others.
Although he can be absolutely merciless, he has absolutely no malevolence or drive behind his actions, often causing others to comment on how eerily hollow his demeanor can be; he tends to liken the feeling to hunting animals. Djeld’s thirst for power is as insatiable as it is incomprehensible, even to himself.
Appearance: Luna stands at a rather average height of 5'5". She has long, dark brown hair that is usually tied up in a ponytail. She has emerald green eyes that are bright with emotions - despite her position. She is often dressed in her armor and despite seemingly impractical, it is actually one of the most misleading general's suit ever given. She wears a chainmail underneath her clothing, and then it is padded to lessen damage dealt to her. She wears breeches along with her padded blouse. She wears a royal violet colored cape, and while it wasn't made for any real purpose aside to show her position, she does keep it around because it might prove to be a good distraction. Her appearance misleads many to think that she is younger than most, but she assures many that she is old enough to be in this position.
Name: General Luna of Archanea
Sex: Female
Class: Hero
Starting Weapons: = Asteras - A sword that has been said to be in use since Gaia's War by Luna's ancestor, who was also a general. It has been passed down from generation to generation, each general coming from their family having the honor of wielding the ancient sword which has been kept in prime condition.
= Hand Axe - Something she had merely taken up because of her general interest in using axes instead of swords. It is nothing special, but she takes care of it well and holsters it to the opposite of her sword.
History: Being born in a family of continuous generals, it wouldn't have been a surprise that Luna would have gotten in as well. However, her induction as part of the military, let alone as a general, came as shock to both those in her family and those who are in high positions in life. This is because Luna is the youngest of five siblings - wherein three are male. This lowered her chances of ever getting the chance to become a general - perhaps even getting roped into what her sister became, a mere pawn to be married off.
But Luna was hard headed, and a bit too amazed and stuck on the fact that her family is full of soldiers. She threw herself into training, sneaking out of her lessons to join her brothers in their training. Her brothers were originally reluctant, but seeing that she won't back down no matter what they did, they allowed her to join some of the training but not all of them. Luna, in her spare time, practices swordsmanship on her own while no one was looking. She managed to swear her brothers to secrecy along with their trainer, so her parents never found out. More importantly, her mother never found out about it. She went on with her life for five years like this - sneaking in training whilst being taught how to be a proper lady. She even had her own singing shows, along with her sister.
Of course, her life just couldn't be perfect. She was found out at the age of 18, while her brothers were already out in the military, because of her admittedly meddlesome older sister. Her older sister found out about her secret training and told their mother who then blew up - locking up her sword and then proceeding to not allow her to be alone for the entire day unless it was night. Even then, her room was under constant vigilance. But one person came to her aid - her oldest brother. He managed to smuggle her out of the castle and then put her in the military - much to their mother's shock. Now that she was officially in the military, her mother virtually couldn't touch her.
At this point, her life truly began. Her brothers had already advanced to better positions, but she didn't give up. Honestly, she was aiming for the top brass - the general position like her grandfather. However, she had to work thrice as hard since her brothers were already years beyond her. She had one advantage over her brothers though - she was the one to get all the talent in fighting from her blood and because she was training by herself, she managed to string in so many techniques through reading and watching her brothers that she has managed to create her own unorthodox type of fighting.
She became part of the star trainees who were often dispatched to quell some fights, or perhaps even to defeat some bandits who thought that attacking civilians near the Archanean border would be a good idea. Her rise to fame and position was slow and steady - but she was mentioned more times than her own brothers who all fell behind one by one. Her oldest brother, who was her biggest competition, had died tragically for reasons unknown. She is still looking into it. Her second older brother married into another noble house and stopped trying to get to the top. Her third older brother was not as skilled as any of his siblings - both in terms of romance and in fighting which ended with him being left behind as a mere soldier who was easily forgotten.
Long story short, Luna managed to get to an army general position by the age of twenty-four, without her looks letting it on. She carries her rank with pride. However, Luna cannot deny the fact that she is the kind of person who always wants to be on the move - so she is frequently found outside the capital land with a couple of soldiers to patrol.
Personality: Luna is one of the most stubborn people you will ever meet - especially when it comes to morality. However, because of her stubborn pride, she also does anything and everything to achieve her goals unless they are one hundred percent impossible. She is a hard worker, as evidenced by her past, and doesn't easily give up. This doesn't mean that she doesn't take in opinions. In fact, as a general, she asks her soldiers of their opinions before thinking of what she should do. But once she does decide what she wants to do, this is where she becomes stubborn unless once more convinced to take opinions by someone she trusts to be logically inclined.
Luna will never admit it, but she is hot-headed. From arguing with someone because of their opinions when it isn't related to fighting to being on the battlefield, she gets aggressive. However, as quick as she is to blow her fuse, she calms down just as quickly - if not quicker. She feels relatively guilty when she gets herself in a fight with a friend or acquaintance, so she typically apologizes pretty quickly but will not back down from her grounds. This is especially true when it comes to a battle of morals. Though when people start to ask about her age, height or looks in a teasing way, expect her to be on your case for a good long while.
Luna is kindhearted and is mainly emotionally driven. Even with her soft heart, she does not hesitate to draw her blade against the enemy. She is friendly, so long as you aren't her enemy, and is easily approachable. It's one of the reasons why she gets along with her own troops so much - because she is easy to get along with when she's not on the type of mode to argue about morality. She believes in justice and reacts negatively to inequality that is thrown upon her face.
Others: - She's actually ambidextrous, shown with her wielding her sword and hand axe in alternating hands.
- When she goes into battle, she attaches her shield onto her left arm guard so she can use her hand axe.
~ Figured I should have another one. If we're talking Avatar ships, I really like Avatar x Tiki because of how bittersweet it is~
Your characters are all accepted. I actually hoped that your backstories would be different since I wanted to incorporate the stories of the games into their counterparts in this RP but whatever. I did say you all had free rein on the lore of the Concilium.
@PaulHaynek If it would help matters, I was seriously considering upping my fellow's story to be more in depth, so it wouldn't be too much to actually change things up a bit. Wouldn't bother me none, doubly so if it makes things go more smoothly.
@PaulHaynek Even though Djeld's seeking power, he's not trying to become the "strongest". No matter how strong he becomes, he doesn't have the arrogance to believe that he can overcome everything alone; safety in numbers, after all. Compared to the other people he could be traveling with, they're definitely some of the more savory characters.
Also, though I was kind of indirect about it, I did reference the games. If there's a religion serving Naga, then there's probably a counterpart, yea?
This is incomplete, I advise a discord channel though. I'll have an appearance tomorrow.
Name: Sordan of the Desert, General of Tellius
Sex: Male
Class: Swordmaster
Starting Weapons:
Killing Edge - An especially finely crafted curved blade, it cuts especially well, giving it a lethal touch.
Vague Katti - A peerless blade, this particular Vague Katti was owned by a man who founded the country of the Branded. It is now entrusted to Sordan as he is trusted by his homeland to use the sword to protect it.
History:
Sordan is a Branded, one of the many that live in the Grann Desert, now long established as at first, a colony, then a city, and soon it became a country proper, independence established long ago following a great war that people today would scarce believe, if not for the fact that even now they waged wars with gods. Sordan was a young boy living in the Grann Desert, the founder of their country was a renowned swordmaster, and so it was popular for children of this place to practice the sword, he was no different.
As Branded, they held talents well beyond Beorc or Laguz in martial combat, or magical, whichever their affinities leaned, and so he was surrounded constantly by very talented and quick-learning children of his own age. A healthy environment to harness their skills and potentials, pushing one another beyond each other's limits. It was unknown to any of them that one day they ended up doing this to each other on the harsh deserts outside their city too.
As the years went by and they all went their separate ways, the wars waged by the League and other invading forces began to eat at the resources of this arid city. They got by just fine on food and water, but it was hardly anywhere near that of the bountiful countries of say Begnion or Crimea, and so it was they who felt the brunt of the impacts of war first. Soon these friends took to the sands, raiding and stealing and killing from merchant caravans and supply convoys just to get by, but Sordan in his stubborness, remained within the city. He instead chose to become part of the armed forces of the city, unknown to him at the time that his friends were now outlaws.
His distinguished service led him to more dangerous tasks, and it was there he fought his friends once more for the first time in years, except this time it was truly to the death. Compared to his friends who had cut through flesh many times in their career as outlaws, Sordan's blade hesitated, he couldn't just kill another person, let alone the first ones he would have to were his friends. To his fortune they spared him, and it was there he began to form his own resolve in this world.
The reality was, these friends of his were killing people, though it was their way to live, it wasn't right, over the weeks he took to the field again, and again, choosing to hunt smaller and separate outlaw groups, whetting his blade and becoming accustomed to blood on his sword. Soon he was given a special designation as a solo operative, and soon he found only what a once-in-a-thousand-years sword genius would. The ability to turn the land itself into their own blade. Pretty soon among underground circles, the news spread like wildfire. A swordsman who seemed to materialize from the desert at will, striking quickly, before disappearing. It was like providence from the sands itself had simply decided it was time to die.
And soon those rumors caught up to Sordan's friends, and it was to their surprise they saw him come for a rematch. Being from the same dojo, their skills were compatible, matching blow for blow, and it was this meeting that would be their last. He killed them, and as soon as the adrenaline left him, he sunk to his knees and wept for his friends. Their graves with their swords now lay in a small oasis near the dojo they used to practice.
So what did he take from this? Was killing his friends out of duty? Morality? Revenge or he was simply bloodthirsty? No, it was his blade, up until his friends had drawn their last breath, all he could think of was mastering his blade, and he did it in such a way that made him a phantom within his own environment. Though he weeps for them, this is the reality of the paths they had chosen, and they in their last breaths smiled. They did not curse him, for they all knew that this was simply where their paths had led them.
In the days beyond that, he was in mourning for his friends, whom his colleagues in the force had found strange, they were criminals after all, but he didn't care. In the last days of his mourning he was given an invitation, or rather, a recommendation. A chance to become a general? He was a powerful warrior, that was certain, but to become a general? This was an entirely new concept to him. He had commanded people before as a captain, but he undertook a lot of dangerous tasks on his own, as he was given that permission. Would this be similar?
Regardless he took it, it seems his path led him to an entirely new place. Because of this prestigious honor, he was given the city's most valued weapon, owned by the founder himself, the Vague Katti. Reluctantly he took it, with thanks, and went on his way.
He did not immediately become a general of course, to do so would be folly, but he distinguished himself in combat against other generals of Tellius. So it was decided, he would become a general of a small specialized contingent, made up of clandestine agents. It was fitting. He was not a chessmaster general, nor was he the type to command troops in the heat of battle, but when it came down to it, sweeping through small precise areas like a deadly wind, it was his forte.
And so that was his designation. His job when deployed? Quell troublesome factions, such as rebellions, extremists, and other similar such, whether it be beast or man, his job was making sure they didn't cause a ruckus while stability was trying to be achieved.
Personality: A man of focused intent and duty, what makes him a terrifying opponent is how difficult it is to read his movements or intent. Though it was clear that his intent was to kill, which is often the case considering his main job and the type of unit he leads, it's not nearly enough to properly respond to his attacks. Most warriors read other warriors by their expressions and eye movement, but his body moves seemingly on it's own. As one would describe it, "it was like watching a man become the sword itself".
Against less skilled opponents he seems less focused, a little more chatty. He isn't so experienced yet that he can measure a person's skill with the length of a stick, but if someone showed skill well beyond what he was exhibiting he would still be able to respond.
Outside of combat he is a very affable man, deceptively timid, his calm presence is rather off-putting compared to his intense aura in the heat of battle. He is often seen contemplating, whether it be about the next battle or next meal, he often keeps a steady mind at all times. As he would describe it, "so that I wield the blade, rather than it wield me". To many it would seem like superstitious nonsense that a man could be possessed by the fervor of battle in such a literal sense, but how to put it. He feels like his body moves only to wield a sword. As such, he tries to be kinder to others, knowing that with the right moment he can end anyone he so wishes, but that's the thing, he does not wish to kill unnecessarily, though his blade desires it.
When it comes to any cursed blade though, he is incredibly afraid of even touching them. His own honed instincts with a sword already sweep him up in a trance of combat, a cursed weapon would to him, make him unable to stop himself. Somehow placing his hand on the Vague Katti calms him and allows him to maintain his regular attitude in combat while exhibiting the same level of intense skill and ferocity, but even then he's unwilling to use it often out of respect for it's original wielder. Using it only when he wishes for guidance. To him the Vague Katti represents all those at home who have entrusted their will to him, his friends, and his predecessors.
So as one can tell, he is a man who is a great deal respectful to others, letting only this drive him. His job is far from honorable, being an assassin general of sorts, so he does not pretend he is an honorable man, but nor does he let emotions get in the way of his duty, paying respects wherever needed.
Other: I don't actually have a favorite pairing, shocking right? I pair characters up when they have chemistry but I don't have a favorite.