Name: Sumire

Age: 20
Gender: Female

Personality:
Basing from first impression, one would usually point out the dancer's harsh tone as she speaks and the overconfidence of her ability to dance gracefully. Sumire can also be cautious and doubtful when meeting a stranger but despite her rough exterior, while she may not be honest in her way of speech, looks after her fellow comrades and tends to their wounds as she spouts an insult or two. While she can easily come off as arrogant when praising her own dancing prowess, the dancer simply wishes to rally up the spirits of those who can appreciate her art.

Backstory:
Born to a house that had been raising generations of traditional dancers, Sumire grew up living and breathing the ways of the traditional art. Among her other two sisters, the youngest Sumire was deemed the most naturally talented in the field. One might think the pressure would get to the young girl but instead, she purely enjoyed the rhythmic performance and the praises of those who gazed upon her graceful, delicate movements. With motivation on her side, the maiden absorbed the different arts of dance passed down in her house from generation to generation, some even uncommon to the people of the kingdom. Few of them were taught as a means of self defense including sword dance and fan dance.

Once Sumire became of age, as the representative of her current generation as the most talented dancer, she was sent forth from her kingdom to lands far away. It was a tradition from her house to spread the art of their dance to people of other lands. It had been a long over the sea journey, but Sumire had finally reached her first destination.

[Combat]

Class: Dancer

Affinity: Celestial

Inventory:
>Vulnerary
>Iron Sword

Abilities:
>Dance
>Blooming Violet: Raises the Speed stat of the ally shown the dance to.

Spells/Weapon Arts:
>Heal
>Nosferatu
>Shine
>Decisive Blow

Stats

END: D

STR: D

MAG: C

DEX: D

SPD: C

DEF: E

RES: E

LCK: E

Talents: White Magic, Sword

Experience: TBA

Support: TBA

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Name: Trace Retloth
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Personality: Generally taciturn and shy, he prefers to simply let unnecessary conversations pass by him like the breeze. Patient and intense, he takes the words of others very seriously and holds hypocrites and liars in utter contempt. Ironically, while he takes words very seriously from others, he prefers to express his own feelings with actions and has achieved some small recognition for his lack of fear and hesitation.

Backstory:
Born the illegitimate son of a lesser Empire noble and a high class courtesan in the capital, he had a fairly comfortable childhood and even received some minor magical instruction. But, a rivalry between courtesans resulted in his mother's face being disfigured. She suffered a meteoric fall from grace and her son fell with her. His limited magical ability was barely enough to frighten a neighborhood bully but it allowed him to provide some little protection for his mother from the numerous small cruelties of their harsh new life.

But, this only lasted for a few short years. When he was 12, bandits raided the slum where Trace lived with his mother. He was out looking for work and only returned in time to see their shack collapse, one of many that were engulfed in flames. Soldiers had killed the bandits and were fighting the fire but their best efforts were barely enough to keep the flames from spreading to more wealthy parts of the city. The survivors were forcibly evacuated and the victims were buried in mass graves, too badly burned to be identified.

Trace never found his mother's body.

Trace felt that he had been running from the truth. He had failed to grasp the kind of power he would have needed to save his mother.
But, instead of wallowing in guilt, he focused his pain into a nearly fanatical desire for improvement. Rejecting the obtuse, abstract, expensive and time consuming study required for magic, he devoted himself to the path of the spear. It was a readily available weapon, cheap to acquire, and those who used it were in regular demand in many places. So, he sought out a small mercenary company that had recently suffered losses and used both his little savings and his determination to secure himself a position there.

Since then, his training was relentless. Others practiced striking wooden poles to improve accuracy. Trace practiced striking twigs, then leaves. But, he found that precise strikes were far more difficult when it came time for real combat.

He was 21. The job was simple, escort a low rank noble kid to an academy. The Pierced Shield Mercenary Company had never been large so the whole company came on most missions. This was no exception. They met with the client, took up formations and set out in the morning at a measured pace. When evening came, however, the young master in the carriage decided that he wanted to get to the academy early so that he could make a better impression on his teachers. He ordered the group to continue on through the night.

They were ambushed.

The battle was chaotic and the enemy were no mere bandits. They were trained assassins and soldiers, though their insignia were hidden. The carriage was riddled with flaming arrows in moments. Trace managed to bring one enemy down while his back was exposed. But, his next breath allowed him to see the best of the Pierced Shield fall, including the leader. He had no chance of winning that fight and the young master didn't make it out of the carriage before being struck down. With the enemy distracted by those of his fellows who wore more flashy armor, Trace fled into the darkness. Only a small handful of the Pierced Shield managed to escape that ambush and the group was dissolved with each going their own way.

Two years later, after odd jobs and occasional caravan guard contracts, Trace heard rumors of war. It was time to see if he could do something more impressive than surviving. He traveled to where the young prince was gathering troops and signed up.

[Combat]
Class: Recruit
Affinity: Umbral
Inventory:
Iron Spear
Vulnerary

Abilities:

Spell/Weapon Arts:
[Start] Heartstopper - A decisive jab that prevents counter-attack, but at lowered damage.

Stats:
END: E
STR: D
MAG: D
DEX: C
SPD: C
DEF: D
RES: E
LCK: E

Talents:
Spear

Experience:

Support:

Name: Rin

Age: 18
Gender: Male

Personality:
It would be easy to just call Rin a textbook antisocial misanthrope upon meeting him. To some degree, this statement is completely correct, Rin shies away from most human contact, preferring to spend his time alone in his tent maintaining his weaponry or reading whatever tome catches his fancy at the time. People who start conversations with him will quickly run into a brick wall as he doesn't respond whatsoever, most assume he isn't even paying attention as he continues whatever activity he was before. However as shown through his interactions with Sumire, the young man is not completely without a heart. He defends his employer with a loyalty bordering on fanaticism, a loyalty that no amount of coin could possibly inspire. Closer inspection reveals a sort of big sister and little brother relationship, with Rin quietly listening as Sumire rants at him over his lack of self care or Rin applauding Sumire's beautiful dance. Small things, but small things that prove he is human. The Flame that is his heart does in fact burn. And while it may burn softly, it burns regardless.

Backstory:
If you apply as a mercenary to work for the Rebels of Fortune, you will get hired. The recruitment process is an absolute sham, meant to get as many bodies in through the door as possible. Yet the turnover rate within the company is absolutely massive, with the members who have stayed longer than a year numbering in less than two dozen. So why is it that so many people are hired every year, yet the company barely ever grows? There is a certain tradition that is deeply held within the Rebels of Fortune mercenary company. The first job you're given is always deemed to be an absolutely doomed job. There is no way you're ever supposed to fulfill the terms of your contract, whether it be a bodyguard job where the client is a fool who blindly wanders into danger or routing a massive bandit group on their way to a small village. Nobody ever completes their first job with no problem, you are doomed to failure no matter what. But your first job is not about passing, it's about how you clean up the mess left afterwards that the Rebels of Fortune judge you on. Almost everyone fails with flying colors, either running from the problem or simply dying in the process of trying to fix their mistakes.

What made Rin such an anomaly in the Rebels of Fortune then, is that he completed his contract with minimal issues. It was a simple one on paper, rout the bandits that plagued the town of Craydon. In reality the bandits had plagued the area for years, being so deeply entrenched within the area that even Lothian military couldn't wipe them all out before they went to ground, vanishing off the radar for a few months before reappearing. So when Rin returned with an absolutely glowing commendation from the Craydon mayor, higher ups were naturally suspicious. Did he threaten the old man into lying for him? But further investigation proved he had in fact wiped the bandits out, just not in an orthodox fashion. The camp that the bandits had set had been burnt to a crisp, Rin had set up a barrier of fire around them using oil and the very forest they hid in to cook them alive while he picked off anyone who tried to run. Some got away of course, but by the end the group was so crippled that Lothian military could be called in for a sweep of the area to put the threat to rest for good.

Yet what was even more unnerving was how Rin didn't even react when his senior told him he was meant to fail. There was no visible anger at being tricked into taking a fool' errand, no pride in his success against all odds, not even any confusion as to why he would be assigned an impossible mission. He simply asked when his next contract would be assigned to him. Firing such an asset would be heresy of the highest order, yet nobody really wanted to work with the 'sociopath' so he was sent on a long term assignment. Protect the Dancer Sumire as she journeyed through the Lothian Empire, whatever goals she has are now your goals. It was strange, but his employer could swear that something in his eyes changed once he saw who he would be protecting. It was so brief, it might have just been a trick of the light. But for just a moment, Rin almost looked excited.

[Combat]

Class: Recruit

Affinity: Umbral

Inventory:
>Vulnerary
>Iron Lance

Abilities:
> Cold Flame's Reprieve: Empowering his weapon with Dark Magic, any enemy struck by Rin's weapon attacks begins to feel numb and has their Defense lowered for one turn.

Spells/Weapon Arts:
>Heartstopper

Stats

END: D

STR: C

MAG: C

DEX: E

SPD: E

DEF: D

RES: D

LCK: E

Talents: Lance

Experience: TBA

Support: C Rank with Sumire

Normal Apperance:
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Name: Michael (Mike) Fertar

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Personality: For a man trained by Assassins and Mecenery all his life. Mike is actually a very laid back guy who speaks his mind and often can joke around. He is also a flirt who flirts with beautiful woman, he can also be consider a heartbreaker as he has slept with and broken the hearts of numerous woman in his life.

On the battlefield though, is a completely different story, Mike goes from a laid back guys to a calm and collective warrior, who is always looking for an opening to bring his foes down, he will always protect the weakest member of his party and will always try to keep those who are wounded safe.

Backstory: Born to a Mercenary and a priest of a faraway land, Mike and his family moved to Land of Alba, his parents were both able to find jobs that payed well. Eventually though, Mike's father old crew went out looking for him as they said he abandoned them and killed both his mother and father, and burning their house to the ground.

Mike was only a year old when his parents were killed and he survived the blaze, some reports indicate that a brave wolf pack found him and took his to a safe place where a young mercenary girl who could not have children of her own, found him and took him in as her own, where he was raised among the other mercenary's, by the time he was 10 though, himself and his adopted mother fled the Mecenery after their leader was killed in battle and the new leader demanded that Children will be used how the merc wanted to make them stronger and more powerful. The last thing they heard were the horrible sounds of children being tortured or other things.

Mike and his adopted mother them reached what they though was a abandoned monastery to try and think about their next move before they were knocked out and taken before a assassin Guild known as Midnight Howls who were one of the most respected and feared Guild in all of Alba, the leader wanted to kill them for trespassing but Mike's mother was able to convince him to take them both on as apprentice.

It was another ten years before Mike had completed his training and was no longer an apprentice, but he was not yet an assassin ether, his master told him to head out into the world to do some soul searching to figure out what he wanted to be. His adopted mother also reviled the truth about his real parents and her engagement to his master. Which Mike was happy to back after she told him the truth, with that, he left the monastery to journey out into the world alone.

[Combat]

Class: Hunter

Affinity: Cosmic

Inventory: One Iron Bow, Vulnerability, His own Unique Sword Shadow Strike (Which is currently only as powerful as Iron but gets stronger as time goes on eventually becoming his strongest weapon)

Ablities: Invisible Hunter (When on any terrain apart from plain, Mike gets an increased chance at critical hitting targets)

Spell/Weapon arts:

Wrath Strike
Close Quarters (Bow, can attack at close range)
Deadeye

Stats (All stats start at E rank. You may choose 3 stats to start at D rank, and 2 to start at C rank)

END: E

STR: C

MAG: E

DEX: C

SPD: D

DEF: D

RES: E

LCK: D

Talents: Bows

Experience: N/A

Support: Unknown as of yet.