Name
Isaac Black
Gender
Male
Age
17, October 11th, 1897
Sexuality
Hetro
Race
United Kingdom of Edinburgh, Hadleigh
Appearance
Isaac is a young man built for hard work, in terms of the enduring stamina of the working class. He is exactly that in the Edinburgh regions. He can be a running, jumping athlete, but it's not his speed so much as his 'fuel' for such versatility that has him well-developed in this area. That and a strong back makes him well-suited to the trials and traumas of war...unfortunately. You find him as a Caucasian with dark brown hair - always looks a bit rough - who has a few bumps and scrapes that are not actually war-related, but the odd mistaken in his line of work. More on that later. A point of order about the eyes. They're not actually strange, like in the picture. That's just the sun. Isaac has a shade of brown eyes that reflect well in the fire or sunlight.
Attire-wise, Isaac does prefer to wear black, at least under the green fatigues of his uniform. It's kind of a joke that stuck, 'Isaac Black, back in black', so he went with it. Black shirt and pants with belt - as above - under body armor vest, and all of that under a green combat fatigue coat and an optional dirt-and-forest motif camouflage cloak. Naturally, they'd be giving him the basic combat boots, but if there was a shortage, he'd be fine in his work boots. The coat of his uniform has the insignia of a Lance-Corporal, but he doesn't always wear it. Isaac would rather people recognize and respect him than the rank. More on that later.
His general range of expression is often deep in thought or considering, mostly due to the life he's lived, which can get serious at times. Isaac is a pretty serious guy, at times, but he's not immune to cracking a smile, telling a joke, or being properly concerned. And the truth is, he looks like a man who could have real raw anger, if pushed in just the right direction. However, what is also seen is that he appears to want to control himself when it involves those whom he is close to in some way.
Height
5'10"
Personality
The kind of guy that Isaac is tends to first involve him thinking 'Well, what's most important right now?', and then saying 'Yeah, we should take care of that, first thing.' before ultimately committing to it. Things that he's pretty sure are too important to miss out on taking care of, leaving the least to chance whenever possible, generally makes him stubborn to a fault. Bad consequences make him rather insistent, though he will eventually let it go...'with protest noted'. So, if he sees a bad call and he calls it a bad call and he gets overruled, he knows there's not much he can do about it, but he'd want it known that he thought it stank, and if it DID stink...he'd want someone to bear that stench for life...especially if he lives through that mistake.
Isaac tends to be the definition of 'harsh, but fair'. He doesn't want to be party to the rough stuff. The rough was thrust upon him with not enough of the smoothe, but sometimes you gotta deal with that, so here we are. Thus, Isaac tries to mitigate disaster and take responsibility. Should he be working his ass off to keep everybody alive by doing something against orders, he's going to be the one to take the brunt, but he's also going to say 'There was no alternative here'. He can stand up to a brow-beating from a higher rank and counter with plain old common sense, use of the head muscle where it might otherwise be lacking. He's not gonna throw away perfectly good lives for no reason. The point of war is to make them pay more for it.
So, Isaac can be a hardy guy, but that's on-duty. Off-duty, he likes reading and sitting in the sun, letting the world dissolve away with some kinda' drink in his hand. He lets loose the focus of the guy trying to watch everyone's back and cracks a smile. He's not really loud-spoken unless he needs to be, so when he's talking to people normally, he has a kind of calm and steady voice that doesn't excite easily. His kind of fear or panic in ANY sort of situation is somewhat subdued into a worried kind of 'Oh crap'. He tries to take an interest in people, though feeling maybe they don't want to know much about him working at a farm and such. Well, maybe the one thing he does, but that could just as easily freak people out.
What you find out about Isaac is that he's generally dependable. He'll hear your problems, even though he can't guarantee he'll be able to do anything about them. If you need him to keep something to himself, he'll do it if the request is reasonable. What he will not do is let anybody intimidate him, though he isn't the type to just go looking for a fight, not unless someone's threatening his own. If something goes wrong, it weighs heavily on him, especially if he screwed up, personally. A decent guy, overall, and he doesn't want change that. He's not the uniform. It comes off when he's not 'on the job'.
Rank
Lance Corporal (Applying)
Role
Gunner
Equipment
HR-14 Machine Gun, Black Knuckle Duster Trench Knife
Potentials
Enlisted Man - Otherwise known as looking out for the little guy or working-class man of the people. Isaac's in this for people at the bottom of the command chain, not the brass. This war is about keeping people alive on his side, dead on theirs.
The Wolf Among Us - He has sharp instincts and gut feelings, stops at the sound of a rustle or a twig snapping, and is ready to tear into the enemy as soon as it shows itself without delay, especially if they threaten his 'pack'.
Sage Wit - Isaac's sense of humor puts him as some sort of wiseguy, emphasis on wise, at times. He considers things, so he can at least try to see your angle, or perhaps find something funny to say if it'll lighten the mood.
Biography
He was born, which was...kind of surprising, really. His parents thought it was actually safe to engage in the right interaction, in which he was then born during a particularly-cold October. His siblings - Alex and Emeri - were conceived to be born in early summer, and at a different day of the week and week of the month, but you can't quite predict this sort of thing, sometimes. There he was, though, and there he would remain, a part of the Black Livestock Ranch. Isaac grew into the responsibilities of a farm as a kid, helping out with little tasks and chores around until he was old enough to get pulled into heavier work. This was a place of harvesting two things. The first was wearable material - wool and leather - and the second was edible material - mutton and beef - to be sold at the nearest town. Said town - which they were technically a part of, but on the most outskirt of outskirts - was Hadleigh.
The Blacks also had another trade, one that did not involve the death of animals, but rather the training. The Blacks were the trainers of wolf-dogs, the generational breeds of wolf hybrids who were to become the constant companions of human beings, reliable to the core. And do you know who they put to the task of it? Isaac. He and the latest generation raised each other as pups, giving Isaac insight into their line of thinking, how they react, and so on. It wasn't always done right...but he would always get back in and learn to train these creatures right. This is how he got those cuts. He'd had a few that were not exactly ready to go un-feral, and that made them keen to bite or scratch. He was deterimined to get it right, though, so he redoubled his efforts, considered the thoughts of the wolves, why they did things. Eventually, people got themselves some prime wolf dogs.
It came to the point where he got really into it, even enjoyed the challenge, and then went with one of his siblings to go deliver all their goods to a buyer. At this time, talk of the dangers of war were spreading wide. He and Alex were trying hard to ignore it. However, you could say that some people wouldn't allow it. Particularly, a recruiter with the power of draft was taking sudden notice that he was rather-easily moving what he assumed to be full-blooded wolves to a place to be sold. The astonishment led him to confront Isaac and call for his induction into the army. Isaac informed him that he was needed far too much in the business of providing food and clothes to those that needed it to possibly break away. The recruiter insisted, citing his impressive display as a reason for him to make it manditory, that he had a will of steel that they needed, and that he wasn't taking no for an answer. Isaac said no anyway, and umm...well, there were other soldiers right there.
So, he wasn't really given much of a choice. The kingdom tended to trample on personal rights when it came to bailing themselves out of a tough spot like this. Naturally, they gave him a speech about being honored and that he was being given a shot at juumping ranks and using some of that commanding presence he displayed and raw nerve with some other recruits. There were no guarantees, but the alternative was to call him a coward and a traitor in the face of a danger to his country, so of course Isaac had to bear it and make sure they pay him right for this. He wasn't going to do this for them. This was going to be about people like him and times like this, where this kind of problem was no-doubt affecting lots. So, it was off to the army for him...
Affiliations
Allen Black - Father
Erin Black - Mother
Alex Black - Older Brother
Emeri Black - Older Sister
Rikes, Ellis, and the rest of the pack - Wolf hybrids he raised to become useable by people.
Relationships
Nothing here, sir!
Character Theme
Name
Marielle Oxford
Gender
Female
Age
16 December 2nd, 1898 EC
Sexuality
Bisexual
Race
Wiltshire, Edinburgh
Appearance
Marielle's chestnut brown hair, framing fine nearly porcelain colored skin and light brown eyes, creates an almost doll-like face, as if she were made to adorn some young girl's bed. Her frame is slim and not well developed, nearly any muscle on her body was developed by basic training. A shopkeeper's childhood has leant her a near-constant smile and open, approachable stance.
Given her choice, Marielle would wear a skirt and blouse everywhere, but military necessity squashed that. Her fatigues are slightly too big for her, leading to her sleeves and pant legs being rolled exactly one time each to keep them from interfering in her daily activities. Her standard issue boots are well-fit and well-kept, shining in the sun from the many layers of boot polish she applies. The rank badge of a private is sewn onto the shoulder of her uniform, a rifleman's class badge sewn below it so her comrades would know her "Specialty, or rather her lack thereof.
Height
5'3
Personality
On duty, Marielle tried her hardest to be the serious warfighter she always imagined soldiers to be. This lasted for about one week of training before her naturally kind personality overshadowed her attempt at being mean. She's often found in unexpected areas of whatever place she is stationed at because she's volunteered to help somebody she's never met with a job she has no idea how to do. She is not easily frightened, a seemingly endless pool of calmness allowing the girl to remain serene even as the world cracks apart around her. With a ready smile and a joyful demeanor, Marielle makes an ideal partner for anyone looking to enjoy their war effort.
Off-duty, Marielle is much the same as on-duty: helping people and smiling while she does. When she isn't trying to stay as serious as she can stomach, Marielle laughs easily, an infectious giggle that can disable the girl for minutes at a time. She's curious and always ready to go on an adventure to try new things, but has what many would call a rather "vanilla" moral code, slower to embrace anything "seedy" in nature. Marielle isn't given to sadness or despair often, but when it does find her, she'll break down completely, becoming a semi-useless wreck of tears and blubbering attempts at words. All in all, Marielle is happy, a tad too helpful, and has an inexhaustible curiosity about the world around her.
Rank
Private
Role
Rifleman
Equipment
Standard Rifleman Equipment: Rifle, knife, webbing, etc
Potentials
Angelic Countenance
In battle, Marielle's smile is still never far from her face, easily summoned to comfort her comrades and the wounded. She can sometimes soothe the fears of the wounded or terrified with a smile and comforting words
Helpful Tendencies
In battle, Marielle's desire to help her fellow soldiers is no less powerful than out of battle. When she sees her allies attacking nearby, she'll often leap in to join, adding her fire to theirs.
Respect For Life
Marielle believes everyone deserves a pleasant life, and is loathe to deliver more unpleaseantness than she has to. She refuses to partake in the more brutal affairs of war, particularly use of any weapon that uses fire or aims to deliver exceptional amounts of extra pain
Dad's Legacy
Marielle's no good father has left her permenantely terrified of close combat. When she is engaged in hand to hand, she sometimes panics and loses all semblence of coherency, stabbing or slashing frantically and just trying to get away from the situation.
Biography
Marielle Oxford was born in a medium sized town to James and Teresa Oxford, a shoemaker and a shopkeeper respectively. The Oxford family was a large one, and nearly all concentrated in Wiltshire. The saying that it takes a village to raise a child was seemingly taken literally with Marielle, nearly every person in the town contributing to raising the girl in some way or another. Given her near constant smile, and her tendency to cry only when she observed others as being sad or upset, she received the nickname "Wiltshire's Angel".
When Marielle turned eight however, her father received a strange letter in the mail delivered by a man in an Army uniform. Her father cried for hours, but after that he was a different man. The death of her father's only brother in a training exercise made James into a cruel man. Any perceived slights against him were met with his fists, and this extended to his wife and daughter. Marielle took the worst of it, often taking the blame for any infraction that had upset her father so that nobody else would have to. Her father was a smart man however, making Marielle cover any bruises he left so that nobody else would figure out what was happening.
Despite this, Marielle was still a happy child, though scared of her father's wrath. She often played with other children and helped her mother in the shop, a task she adored. She loved showing people shoes and watching them smile when they found a good pair, and the customers loved little Marielle and her happy smile. It was one such customer that finally delivered Marielle from her father three days after her 12th birthday, spotting a large purple bruise where her sundress drooped. Though Marielle tried to cover for her father, she always hated lying and terrible at it as a result, the truth flowing forth after some light questioning. It wasn't long before the local police were involved and James was arrested, the shoemaker receiving no sympathy from the townspeople.
This badly damaged Teresa's business however, and the family slowly losing money as she had to buy shoes from manufacturers instead of selling the product of James's labors. This countinued for years, Marielle and her mother remaining in business largely because of the goodwill of the townspeople, despite the best efforts of James's remaining brothers to discredit the business. It didn't escape Marielle's notice that her mother was under more stress however, and the girl stepped up her attempts to help and lighten her mother's load in any way she couold.
It was this desire to help her mother that lead her into the military. When she came of age, she departed to the local recruiter in Wiltshire and signed up to do whatever she could. Marielle thought this was a perfect solution, she'd make money to send home, her mother wouldn't have to feed her anymore, and she could help protect all her dear friends in Wiltshire who protected her from her father and played with her as a young girl. With the last gift of a small forest green hairbow, which Marielle kept safely stowed on her person at all times, she was off to begin her soldiering career.
Affiliations
James Oxford - Father(Disowned)
Teresa Malard - Mother
Jack O'Reilly - Friend/Playmate
Mary McBride - Friend/Playmate
Darren Miller - Friend/Playmate
Relationships
TBD
Character Theme
"...Hi."
Name
Michael Daunte
Gender
Male
Age
June 6th, 1896 - 18 years old
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Race
United Kingdom of Edinburgh - Tyrella
Height
5'0
Appearance
You don't see Michael unless you look down over him. Comparing to his Edinburgh, or anywhere else for that matter, peers, Michael's most distinctive feature is his ridiculously short height. Very easy to recognize, and sometimes a subject of ridicule, but a very valuable asset in combat. His small and thin silhouette made him a more difficult target than others, and as a sapper, a key role on the battlefield, this asset is invaluable. However, don't judge the young man through his size. He actually boasts quite a sustainable stamina, able to carry heavy equipment around the battlefield for quite a good while. Another trivia to note about this young just-about-to-be college student is that he once almost got away with the conscription due to the officer in charge mistaken him for a child. It was only until the man in charge checked the man's profile that they let him hold a gun on the battlefield. His more roundish face contributed to the misunderstanding of his age. Reflecting his rather high social upbringings, Michael always appears a nicely dressed young man, or at least as best as he could in the situation he is in. He is not a strict follower of the noble dress code, but anytime you see him, except on the battlefield after the blood and mud, he is always seen neat and upright in his uniform. With the ruthless war undergoing, he still tried to maintain a slightest bit of humanity in his appearance.
His uniform was quite specially made to fit his rather small posture. It wasn't entirely new though, just a slightly altered version of the smallest possible male uniform. Strapped all around his torso are rucksacks and straps that carries all (almost all) necessary engineering equipment Michael needs in a battlefield condition, along with a few grenades for combat purposes aside from his main gun (provided if he was given some).
Personality
What better ways to complete his tiny and hard to target physicality with an almost non-existent attitude. Quiet and apathetic, Michael is a man of few words, and even fewer emotions. It seems as if getting a simple smile out of him is a Herculean task to this child-like fellow. Most of his time outside of combat is spent either training, maintaining his and other's equipment, reading books or just wandering elsewhere in his mind. You can always expect him to complete his task as effectively as he possibly could, as he is a responsible fellow, but don't expect to have a nice and lengthy chat with him.
Despite the attitude, Michael is not an emotionless rock. In stark contrast, however, he actually has a lot of emotions running through his head. He is just good at hiding it. Under the blazing guns and artillery shells, he is rather scared. Scared of being shot wounded, lie dying in pain and horror. Scared of letting his comrades down, of failing his superiors. And finally scared of dying, leaving his family back in his hometown alone, being the only son of the entire family. Though he is good at suppressing emotions, he couldn't keep it in forever. From time to time, depending on the situation he is in, it leaks out, ranging from subtle shaking of his rifle to a full emotional breakdown. If it goes to that far right end of the spectrum, then it just go to show how horrifying war can be. Even the emotionally stable and mature can break.
Aside from fear, Michael is also capable of feeling all other human emotion that the person next to him feels. He can be a sweetheart during hard times, making sure his squad-mates are alright, both physically and mentally, just in his apathetic yet compassionate and truthful attitude. And to some extent, he can show compassion even to his enemy. This roots back to his highly-educated background. He knows enough to look over the propaganda that the Alliance attempts to portray the Imperial forces. He does not deny their atrocities, but he knows that not everybody is a monster.
Rank
Privates
Role
Sapper - EW1
Equipment
SM-Longfield Rifle
Basic Engineering Equipment
Potentials
Engineering Master: Due to his background as an engineering student, Michael is capable of absorbing knowledge and understanding various complex machineries. Not a know-it-all or is capable of fixing any machines he come into, but he would be able to do things whilst other people are still scratching their heads over it. Both how to fix it and how to BLOW it up.
Low-profile: His small stature makes him a more difficult target to hit on the battlefield, but it can make it difficult for him to traverse on some difficult terrains.
Wounds both inside and outside: The more wounds he sustained during battle, the less capable he is on the battlefield, as his fear kicks in, ranging from forgetting what needs to be done to almost paralyzed to horror.
Biography
In a fine antique yet cozy mansion in the city of Tyrella, a young man by the name of Michael Daunte came into existence. The family had a relatively prestigious history, with ancestors a few times serving as government officials. So it is understandable that the family would place high demands on Michael in terms of education. It was indeed a little tiresome for the young lad, but in exchange, the wealth of the family meant that the Dauntes could do many things. As an attempt to encourage curiosity in Michael, his father likes to take him to places, either domestic or international, so he could interact with different cultures and therefore wanting to figure more about them. Child curiosity is a thing to be feared. And yes, his father did get the greatest out of him. He was fascinated with the world around him, with so many different things to explore. He began to read books after books about different things. First just about countries, but then expands to other stuff, like science, heritage and culture. One of his topic of great interest is engineering, especially the Imperial Alliance's, known for many great masterpieces of it.
The routine spread further into his early teenage years. Soon, Michael began to dig into the more grim and serious aspects of the world around him. It wasn't the shiny and riveting world anymore. He touched upon politics, diplomacy and then history of conflicts. There were things that he couldn't understand why a human being would do to another human being. He could never. Michael realized that the world wasn't just the world that he used to see it. That the surface wasn't everything there is to offer. And below that lied a deeper inner meaning to that, and most of the time it was not as good as he thought it would be.
Nevertheless, it was just the world that lied beyond the horizon of his eyes. The world he was living at the time was a happy one. He went to prestigious schools, was loved by parents and his friends. It was a good little corner from the rest of the current tremors of geopolitics and social movements. However, that all changed when the war began.
The United Kingdom of Edinburgh initially initialized volunteering to enlist soldiers, but as the war became desperate, they turned to conscription instead. And as an unfortunate string of fate for Michael, by the time it was put in place, Michael had finished school and was waiting for his college enrolment paper as an engineering student, intending to pursue what he had been so fascinated of in his younger years. Before the paper ever arrived, however, he was called into service.
Michael was not at all enthusiastic about the journey. In fact, after everything he had read in his father's library, he was honestly scared. But to the pressure of society and the compulsory pull pushed him forward, and he made it through the training session. But all he knew from the very beginning that the promise of glory and honor was just pure propaganda...
Affiliations
George Daunte - Father (40)
Elizabeth Daunte - Mother (40)
Relationships
N/A for now.
Character Theme
Chalkboard - Johann Johannsson
@LetMeDoStuff For the record, I'll transfer Isaac over once his final rank is confirmed, one way or the other.
If it gets approved then I'll come back and reformat everything at a later date. I've been craving some VC rp ever since I've gotten back into the VC series (having played 1 and still playing 4) so maybe this will fill that craving. Good luck regardless.
I kept things "brief" to get down the gist of the character So I hope it works just fine.Name
Franz Blau
Gender
Male
Age
17
[November 7th, 1897]
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Race
Imperial(Mother)/Gallian(Father). Darscen Descent. City of Hafen.
Appearance
A very light shaded man with an athletic build and various scars around his body. Most are found on his back, although a few long scars can be found running across his arms and legs. Sharp facial features, clean upkeep, and somewhat closed uninterested eyes while neutral. Naturally has a bit of a frown to his mouth. Dark blue hair and purple eyes. Butch cut. As a token of friendship, he always wears a sapphire bracelet on his wrist that he was given to by Amber. It holds upon its center.
Height
5' 8"
Personality
A somewhat friendly, although standoffish person. While he may keep quiet he is observant of others and often works to support others. His upbringing and daily life have weighed down on him, keeping an otherwise loud and energetic personality buried underneath hard coded discipline and silence.
On the field is where he feels most lively, using the roar of the battle to expose the man within the shell with an aggressive lighting. Often times this is where boiling anger is released even if he asks mostly as a dog on a leash. He acts within the boundaries of his orders, but without specification he may very well do things with technicalities as justification. Even still he is selfless, providing himself as a shield for others when needed and putting the lives of others before his own in most situations.
Off duty he is a depressed and quiet loner. Although he tries not to show it, he has a weak will to live for himself. Books, art, and music give him joy even if he is critical of the hobbies he pursues which results in him destroying the things he creates. Self loathing is evident as he rarely ever talks well of himself and compliments, if ever received, are unnerving. However, he is mostly content with living life in this way. Even if he believes he is free from oppression, his true nature is still locked behind caution and conditioning.
Rank
Private
Role
Standard Infantry. Prefers Shocktrooper.
[He is willing to fill any role, but close quarters combat is his specialty. Until he has made peace with himself, he will attempt to simply follow rather than do what he is capable of: leading.]
Equipment
[Standard Equipment based on class.]
Potentials
[Hot Blooded] He has found that many emotions that he was forced to hide away in his youth has now bottled up into a tightly constrained funnel of seething anger. Playing with his emotions too harshly will result in an explosive man who is reckless and focused in bringing pain to others. Even the sight of a Gallian may trigger past memories, ruining his mood of the day. --> [Equilibrium] (Locked)
[Gallian Hater] Hating his father and Gallians who showed merciless remarks against him, he has nothing but hatred for many Gallians. While he is aware that he has made some Gallian friends, within his emotional state he believes Gallia to be a worthless stain on the world map even if he was not treated perfectly in the Federation. Given the chance, he just might take himself up on the offer to eliminate a couple throne rats.
[Darcsen Bond] His best friends were Darcsen. While he did have other friends, none did he feel closer with at the time than the boys and girls with dark hair. He will always prioritize protecting those who made life worth living before anyone else.
[Aimless Idealist] Without purpose and with thoughts swirling he finds himself distracted from time to time in battle and without a strong will to live he doesn't try very hard to fix such a flaw. However, his idealistic thoughts keep him in check and preforms much of what other soldiers may have issue or hesitation with without as much of a struggle. An army is nothing without unity. As such, he will act if the interest of the nation no matter how much it might hurt in most situations.
Biography
Early Life
As a child he was taught that Imperials were the enemy. He was taught that no other race of people were so lowly and foul by a man who was bitter of memories which he never spoke of. For whatever reason, the man he called father had an undying hatred and bias against the autocracy. He boasted of Gallian superiority and often times spoke ill of his mother. With only his father in his life and a restricted schedule with defined boundaries of where he could be and when, the boy only knew that being quiet and whining little would yield a man that his father could be proud of. Or so he told himself. In what free time he had in the park with Amber he was a loud and happy child, enjoying his time with her immensely before one day he stopped seeing her. He would stop receiving the hot meals she brought, the warm smile she gave, the joyous games they played, or even the friendly loving attitude she presented.
Adolescence
Life continued. Routine after routine was drilled into him and with his continued education he came to learn more about the world around him. Year after year he listened to his father drone on about Imperial inferiority. Year after year he dealt with being told that he was never going to be the son he wanted. When he rebelled he was met with hand and leather and any free thought was eliminated for a period of submissiveness. Even if it made him an efficient student, being a child forced to grow up early and dealing with
He was orderly, developing himself as an individual who could often be identified as a loner but with the aspirations for something other than the life he lived in. Reading book after book about the Imperials and Gallians he found much to love and hate of both, but due to his father's aggressive methods and abusive behavior, the teenager found that Gallian failures were emphasized in his mind and heart and Imperial achievements were graced upon his shoulders. Even mistakes and failures that the Empire had made were dismissed with a forgiving and understanding attitude. This mentality would only grow with each year further he stayed with his father.
Fear began to turn to hatred and in a time where he had reached his lowest thus far, he saw Amber again. Still a delivery girl and still as friendly as ever. However, it would not last. For a year they enjoyed time together and he often went home late just to spend hours with the friend he had made. Once more she brought him meals, smiles, love, and friendship. Under the night sky they would talk for hours and for a time it had seemed as though life was finally turning around. After the year was up, she had explained with a heavy heart that she would be moving away. Life in Gallia was over. With a teary goodbye they shared one last moment before Amber left to the Atlantic Federation.
Franz was devastated and the punishment delivered by his father had become numb to the touch. Life had become more dull than before and his ever growing depression ate at him. Gnawing at the young man he found releases in his life. His art of which was the most commonly practiced. While drawing a uniform based on a military book he borrowed he realized something that would pivot the direction of his life. IF he could escape to the Federation and join the army he could provide himself a living while giving himself time to find Amber. At the age of 15 he arrived on the Federation's shore after months of planning.
[1912 - 1913] The Atlantic Federation
Life in the Federation was different. Yet despite how different it was he found himself falling into old habits and keeping a schedule for each day. He often wore long sleeve clothes all year round to hide the scars and trauma and enrolled as soon as the Federation allowed. Time in boot camp was enjoyed, finding what was often painful for his comrades to be far less intimidating for himself. Even if not the best soldier, he was grades above the average green soldier through his own work. In mock battles he was always strongest when provided corridors and tight spaces. Out in the open he faced the issue of being outmaneuvered and vulnerable due to not thinking ahead or paying attention at all times. However, he often held down ground for allies, covering flanks, and being a general team player that was strong when fighting in urban areas under the command of others. His goal is to simply follow orders and fight. He currently cares not for if he ranks up or not.
[1914] The Atlantic Federation
After two years of searching not one person had told him the whereabouts of Amber. Not a single soul knew of who she was or what she had done. After two years of checking, calling, and writing none had given him the answer he had hoped for. After two years his depression finally ate away at what drive he had in finding her. Now, with war on the brink and an aimless future, the young man moves to live life as a soldier. To victory or death.
[Bonus]
Infancy
Even if he only knew her briefly, he remembered her warmth. He remembered the sounds of men yelling with his mother breathing heavily. He remembered the sounds of struggle. He remembered the gunfire that occurred and the sound of his mother crying. He remembered the sound of his father saying those slurs that he would eventually come to understand. Even if very little, it is what he remembered about his infancy.
Federal Neutrality
Adopting a "just war" policy, Franz finds himself neutral of patriotic feelings towards the Federation and does his best to block out feelings for the empire. After all, it is just war.
Affiliations
Henry Hammer (Father)
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Erwin Blau (Father-In-Law)
Emma Blau (Mother)
Erika Blau (Half Sister) [Born January 23rd, 1896]
Heinrich Blau (Half Brother) [Born December 12th, 1894]
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Amber Longblade (Friend)[Born 1896] - A friendly delivery girl and childhood friend.
Relationships
[Civilian] Amber Longblade - Childhood Friend
@LetMeDoStuff
Here's my character. Hope she's fine. :)
"I'm not leaving you. Not ever!"
Name
Paloma Violetta
Gender
Female
Age
16 years, 5 months
(born on January 25th, 1898EC)
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Race
Remesal, Atlantic FederationGeneral Description
Equipped in standard gear, Paloma makes sure she is constantly ready for battle. When she's off duty, she keeps her hair long and flowing. It is only during battle that she picks her hair up in a tight bun or a ponytail.
Height
5'3
Weight
118 lbs
Hair Color
Blonde
Eye Color
Honey
Complexion
Fair
Body Composition
Lean
Personality
Off duty, Paloma is a kind and gentle individual who doesn't wish harm on anyone. She is talkative and curious, and is often seen conversing with anyone that is willing to be approached. There are times when she appears to be a little too nosy, but she means the best. She cares about her platoon mates and makes sure she's always there for them, both physically and emotionally. Many might call her motherly, and that is what Paloma is. As long as you stay on her good side, that is-- despite having a large amount of patience, there are times when Paloma loses her temper and her tongue becomes loose. She is also quite too honest for her own good; there have been instances when she has been a little too blunt and her words become hurtful. Either way, she doesn't hold grudges, even if she gets in arguments with others. Paloma always sees the good in people, no matter if they're friend or enemy.
Paloma is probably one of the most loyal and determined soldiers on the battlefield. It isn't like she always adheres to orders. Instead, she is constantly seen around her fellow platoon members, either supporting them in combat or helping them get back on their feet. If a soldier is completely unconscious, she will try her best to get them to safety or protect them from further harm, even if it means putting her life in extreme danger. If someone jumps headlong into the fray, you can bet Paloma will be at their heels, even if it means going against orders.
Rank
Private
Role
Shocktrooper
(secondary role: green-thumbed medic)
Equipment
Standard shocktrooper gear
(i.e. SM - Longfield Rifle and Shrapnel-Ragnite bombs)
Potentials
Tender Love and Care: The sight of Paloma increases her platoon members' moral. When she's paired with someone, she likes to think they're unstoppable.
Discerning Eye: Paloma can quickly figure things out about a person, friend or foe, if she tries hard enough. Sometimes, she can tell whether someone is lying or keeping a secret. Though Paloma doesn't bring issues to light in front of others, she usually uses her natural ability to see if someone is hiding a "minor" wound or illness.
Lonely Road: When Paloma is not near her platoon mates, she becomes indecisive and panicky. In this state, she makes an easy shot for any well-trained enemy.
Biography
It may not look like it, but Paloma is a farm girl; she was born on her parents' farm in the dead of winter in 1898EC. Small and sickly, it was first thought that she wouldn't make it through the winter. Yet, with the help of her elder brother and her parents, she persisted through her weakness and became a bubbly, babbling toddler. In her youth, Paloma became quite attached to her brother, Ezekiel. They went on adventures everywhere, and even helped raise their younger siblings when they came around. The Violetta family was a happy, bustling family, and Paloma prayed they'd be together forever.
Such were the dreams of a child.
The First Europan War rolled around and Ezekiel was intent on joining. At twenty years old, Ezekiel was intent on joining the fight against the enemy. Paloma was thirteen years old when her brother left home to join the army. And for a long while, she was considered the single eldest sister and responsible for the well-being of her little brother and sister. Often, Ezekiel wrote a letter to their parents, and a separate letter for her. His words granted her the emotional strength to take care of the family to the best of her capabilities.
Time passed and there was no longer word from Ezekiel. Paloma didn't want to think about what could have happened to her beloved brother, but the way her parents looked at each other and at her made her wonder. Her excitement for Ezekiel's return soon turned into worry, panic, and fear. Here she was, now sixteen years old, and her brother still hadn't written back. Worry, panic, and fear soon turned into iron will and determination. She would find her brother, someway, somehow. She decided she would enlist in the Armed Forces of the Atlantic Federation in order to see if Ezekiel was ever going to come home.
Her parents were vehement when she announced her plan. How could little, charming Paloma pick up a gun and shoot another man? Though, she was determined, and with a promise to make it back home with Ezekiel, she set off on her own. She told herself she would come back victorious both in battle and bringing her brother home.
Paloma's first obstacle was training. Of course, how could she forget about training? It was at the back of her mind during her daydreaming sessions. At first she thought it was going to be a little tough, but she would persist. Then it became more difficult. And more after that. Paloma started to doubt herself, only hoping that the ache in her mind and body would go away. Drowning in self-hate and pity for her weakness, she only relied on the friendship of other trainees to pull her through. And, it did. While she shouldered the negativity of other trainees, others shouldered her own worries and terrors. With the help of others, Paloma persisted through training and was able to move on to become a private in the Armed Forces of the Atlantic Federation.
Affiliations
- Ephraim Violetta (Father -- Alive)
- Teresa (Tawny) Violetta (Mother -- Alive)
- Ezekiel (Easy) Violetta (Older Brother -- Presumed Alive, M.I.A)
- Sonya (Tweety) Violetta (Younger Sister -- Alive)
- Anders (Sandy) Violetta (Youngest Brother -- Alive)
Relationships
TBA
Character Theme
