Rwby Characters
Fire Emblem Characters and NPC's
Important NPC's
My Character(s)
Name: Bran Brass
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 155 pounds
Clothing Style: Very neat and clean, everything pressed and perfect. He sews and creates all his clothes, normally he wears a very nice suit and takes great pride in his appearance. He is usually up early to make sure his hair, clothes, and body are perfectly kept, believing that looking good is part of feeling good.
Hair Color: Dark red
Eye Color: Orange
COMBAT
Weapon: Riesen Messer- The giant's knife is rather underwhelming normally, three feet and only a foot thick. However this piece of steel hide's a few tricks. Able increase and decrease it's length it can go all the way to ten feet, earning it's name as the giant's knife.
It's second form is one even more impressive, the weaver is able to use spools of thread to move and tie up targets. Controlling these threads while time consuming and requiring highly skilled artisan. They can be used to move, create trip wires, and other such traps.
Semblance: Seven in one, splitting his aura seven ways he can create seven copy's of himself doing this at great risk as losing a clone removes a seventh of his aura.
Dust: When using dust it is generally in a spool inserted into the threading system, while not often used as the level of precision is difficult to control. Thus generally if he does use dust it's for steam, failing that he will also use it to annoy and hamper his opponent. His sword can use it as well though low funds means he generally just use's it in spools.
Skills: While most would see a short rather small young man with a sword, in truth he is very strong fighter. Bran is unusually strong, about triple the strength of a man his size and his sword makes this obvious when in use. Even with this strength he prefers quick movements and acrobatics to taking hits. He generally tries to fight smarter not harder however his temper can get in the way.
PERSONALIZED
Personality: Defiant, Bran shatters expectations few would expect a poor boy to have such skill and speak so well however he does thanks to having read and interacted with many higher class people who visited his fathers shop. While he appears to be rather well to do and high class, he is in fact an open and kind person worrying greatly about his fellow students.
Skills: While he was still young he helped his mother cook and serve food in the local inn. As he grew older he helped cook and serve at the inn, at night he began helping his father mend and sew new outfits. Being the middle child and having three sisters made learning to cut hair rather important. As he learned to trim and cut his own hair to maintain a good appearance soon he was doing his sisters as well. Dancing and music are his other hobbies which have fallen somewhat to the wayside.
Background: Born and raised in Mistral his father was a poor tailor and his mother ran the local inn. Growing up the runt of the family he was pushed around by his two older sisters. As he grew he learned to fight, mostly thanks to the other boys picking on him. Training with his sisters and having to survive the other boys beating's helped him learn to move fast, and hit even harder.
When he was thirteen he discovered his semblance, after finding his younger sister shoved in to the mud and crying he attacked the boys responsible, the seven boys thought they would be fight one little shrimp. Yet summoning up his strength and with one punch all seven of the boys collapsed before Bran Brass. For that feat of strength his father used there savings to get their son a weapon, fitting him. No one in town could believe it, little Bran Brass the boy who cooked meals in the tavern and sewed nearly everyone's suits and dresses with his father was going to be a Huntsman.
However he did not train at a combat prep school instead choosing to travel outside the walls and learn to fight Grimm in the wild. He traveled alone, becoming stronger and learning all he could about the Grimm and battling them. He did keep close to the borders so that he could return if attacked and did not venture far. He would only remain out there for a year, returning to civilization he began entering tournaments to test his skills. Proving himself a capable and talented fighter in open tournaments held for Huntsman in Mistral area. He was accepted to a combat prep school in Vacuo and set to work there. He was accepted in to Beacon recently and is quite excited to attend the school more to learn to work with a team.
Character Theme: Based off the fairy tale's 'The Little Tailor' and 'Jack The Giant Killer.'
Theme: Anger Management
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 155 pounds
Clothing Style: Very neat and clean, everything pressed and perfect. He sews and creates all his clothes, normally he wears a very nice suit and takes great pride in his appearance. He is usually up early to make sure his hair, clothes, and body are perfectly kept, believing that looking good is part of feeling good.
Hair Color: Dark red
Eye Color: Orange
COMBAT
Weapon: Riesen Messer- The giant's knife is rather underwhelming normally, three feet and only a foot thick. However this piece of steel hide's a few tricks. Able increase and decrease it's length it can go all the way to ten feet, earning it's name as the giant's knife.
It's second form is one even more impressive, the weaver is able to use spools of thread to move and tie up targets. Controlling these threads while time consuming and requiring highly skilled artisan. They can be used to move, create trip wires, and other such traps.
Semblance: Seven in one, splitting his aura seven ways he can create seven copy's of himself doing this at great risk as losing a clone removes a seventh of his aura.
Dust: When using dust it is generally in a spool inserted into the threading system, while not often used as the level of precision is difficult to control. Thus generally if he does use dust it's for steam, failing that he will also use it to annoy and hamper his opponent. His sword can use it as well though low funds means he generally just use's it in spools.
Skills: While most would see a short rather small young man with a sword, in truth he is very strong fighter. Bran is unusually strong, about triple the strength of a man his size and his sword makes this obvious when in use. Even with this strength he prefers quick movements and acrobatics to taking hits. He generally tries to fight smarter not harder however his temper can get in the way.
PERSONALIZED
Personality: Defiant, Bran shatters expectations few would expect a poor boy to have such skill and speak so well however he does thanks to having read and interacted with many higher class people who visited his fathers shop. While he appears to be rather well to do and high class, he is in fact an open and kind person worrying greatly about his fellow students.
Skills: While he was still young he helped his mother cook and serve food in the local inn. As he grew older he helped cook and serve at the inn, at night he began helping his father mend and sew new outfits. Being the middle child and having three sisters made learning to cut hair rather important. As he learned to trim and cut his own hair to maintain a good appearance soon he was doing his sisters as well. Dancing and music are his other hobbies which have fallen somewhat to the wayside.
Background: Born and raised in Mistral his father was a poor tailor and his mother ran the local inn. Growing up the runt of the family he was pushed around by his two older sisters. As he grew he learned to fight, mostly thanks to the other boys picking on him. Training with his sisters and having to survive the other boys beating's helped him learn to move fast, and hit even harder.
When he was thirteen he discovered his semblance, after finding his younger sister shoved in to the mud and crying he attacked the boys responsible, the seven boys thought they would be fight one little shrimp. Yet summoning up his strength and with one punch all seven of the boys collapsed before Bran Brass. For that feat of strength his father used there savings to get their son a weapon, fitting him. No one in town could believe it, little Bran Brass the boy who cooked meals in the tavern and sewed nearly everyone's suits and dresses with his father was going to be a Huntsman.
However he did not train at a combat prep school instead choosing to travel outside the walls and learn to fight Grimm in the wild. He traveled alone, becoming stronger and learning all he could about the Grimm and battling them. He did keep close to the borders so that he could return if attacked and did not venture far. He would only remain out there for a year, returning to civilization he began entering tournaments to test his skills. Proving himself a capable and talented fighter in open tournaments held for Huntsman in Mistral area. He was accepted to a combat prep school in Vacuo and set to work there. He was accepted in to Beacon recently and is quite excited to attend the school more to learn to work with a team.
Character Theme: Based off the fairy tale's 'The Little Tailor' and 'Jack The Giant Killer.'
Theme: Anger Management
Name: Razz Virgil
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
APPEARANCE
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 190
Clothing Style: Regal, everything is perfectly kept and neat. Razz's clothes are made from the finest threads and all of them are made to a perfect measure. Preferring white and black, he will occasionally mix in red keeping a pocket watch in his long coat on almost always. He must look the best, because he is the best.
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Blue
COMBAT
Weapon: Violence in three rings, made to look like as if an ordinary Katana kept at his, side Razz's Katana can actually split in half and become two revolvers. While the scabbard can fold out into a breach loading shotgun, giving himself a neat and tidy way to dispatch foes.
Semblance: Telepathy, while rare this ability allows the user to read minds. However if the target is unwilling it becomes more difficult to maintain. Razz can currently link eight minds together at once. He can also continuously read the mind of an unwilling target for up two minutes. As long as all four members are willing, he can continue the connection indefinitely though feed back can happen if a blow knocks the out one of those connected.
Dust: While he does not often use dust with his pistols, his shotgun and sword favor it. He use's color coded dust shotgun shells kept on his belt. With his shotgun he prefers rock, explosives, and fire. On his sword lightning, fire, and ice.
Skills: Classically trained as sword fighter, he prefers quick damaging strikes to powerful lethal blows. He will often dodge rather than block, mostly to prevent rips or tears in his suit. However he can take blows with the best of them, training against his father has increased the strength of his body. When firing at enemy's he tends to use the pistols for cover fire or while moving. The shotgun is more of finisher or opener while his sword is his primary damage dealing device.
PERSONALIZED
Personality: Coming from a high class family in Atlas which has spawned nine other great Huntsmen and Huntresses, he knows he is gifted. While many would think he would make him arrogant he is actually rather approachable and down to earth. He is proud of his abilities and skill, though he also knows he is not yet great like his ancestors. Around others he finds himself a little awkward, however he believes hard work will see him though every challenge. Still he tries to hold an air of class and refinement, yet he does enjoy a good joke or prank as much as the next person.
Skills: A joy he has found since he left home in Atlas is video games, he is fascinated by the idea of telling a story by letting you control character make all the choices. His other hobby that is not training or weapon maintenance, is Grimm research. He is fascinated by the creatures and wants to understand everything about them, and most of all, where they come from.
Background: Born to a wealthy and well-to-do family whose fortune came from from the design and production of dust based ammunition. Razz Virgil and his older brother were taught to be gentlemen, scholars, and warriors from age five. While his older brother took to combat with fervor, Razz accelerated in studying and finer arts much faster. Making him more suited to being the heir to the family name and company, his brother would become a great hunter no doubt. Yet strangely they envied each other for the position they held in there mothers eyes, the current CEO and matriarch of the family.
As they grew their mother separated them, his older brother was sent to train at Signal academy while Razz trained in Atlas. He did not make friends, as he was given no time for them once home he learned advanced mathematics, cut throat business tactics, and how to make small talk at parties. In what little free time he did have, he was tutored in combat by his father a renown hunter famous for his bow and twin swords weapon. Razz grew in skill and in personality, he was considered one of the most generous and accepting people in his family, granted that's not saying much.
In truth his mother was very anti-Faunus while his father was much more of brute than a socialite considered more of trophy husband rather than a family member. He did however spend much time with his sons trying to teach them what being a huntsman meant. Protecting the world, serving to save every generation that would follow after them and most importantly having honor and standing for the right thing, even if it might not popular choice.
These lessons stuck with Razz, as he challenged his mother and even convinced his brother to go along with the plan. The brothers would swap positions, his brother would return to Atlas attending the school there while he would go to Vale and attend Beacon. Should Razz prove himself a highly talented huntsman and his brother able to take his place among those in the company, this would become permanent. Razz having never really left Atlas or mingled with normal teenagers before has no idea what is in store.
Character Theme: Inspired by Virgil from Dante's Inferno and Solomon Kane.
Other:
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
APPEARANCE
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 190
Clothing Style: Regal, everything is perfectly kept and neat. Razz's clothes are made from the finest threads and all of them are made to a perfect measure. Preferring white and black, he will occasionally mix in red keeping a pocket watch in his long coat on almost always. He must look the best, because he is the best.
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Blue
COMBAT
Weapon: Violence in three rings, made to look like as if an ordinary Katana kept at his, side Razz's Katana can actually split in half and become two revolvers. While the scabbard can fold out into a breach loading shotgun, giving himself a neat and tidy way to dispatch foes.
Semblance: Telepathy, while rare this ability allows the user to read minds. However if the target is unwilling it becomes more difficult to maintain. Razz can currently link eight minds together at once. He can also continuously read the mind of an unwilling target for up two minutes. As long as all four members are willing, he can continue the connection indefinitely though feed back can happen if a blow knocks the out one of those connected.
Dust: While he does not often use dust with his pistols, his shotgun and sword favor it. He use's color coded dust shotgun shells kept on his belt. With his shotgun he prefers rock, explosives, and fire. On his sword lightning, fire, and ice.
Skills: Classically trained as sword fighter, he prefers quick damaging strikes to powerful lethal blows. He will often dodge rather than block, mostly to prevent rips or tears in his suit. However he can take blows with the best of them, training against his father has increased the strength of his body. When firing at enemy's he tends to use the pistols for cover fire or while moving. The shotgun is more of finisher or opener while his sword is his primary damage dealing device.
PERSONALIZED
Personality: Coming from a high class family in Atlas which has spawned nine other great Huntsmen and Huntresses, he knows he is gifted. While many would think he would make him arrogant he is actually rather approachable and down to earth. He is proud of his abilities and skill, though he also knows he is not yet great like his ancestors. Around others he finds himself a little awkward, however he believes hard work will see him though every challenge. Still he tries to hold an air of class and refinement, yet he does enjoy a good joke or prank as much as the next person.
Skills: A joy he has found since he left home in Atlas is video games, he is fascinated by the idea of telling a story by letting you control character make all the choices. His other hobby that is not training or weapon maintenance, is Grimm research. He is fascinated by the creatures and wants to understand everything about them, and most of all, where they come from.
Background: Born to a wealthy and well-to-do family whose fortune came from from the design and production of dust based ammunition. Razz Virgil and his older brother were taught to be gentlemen, scholars, and warriors from age five. While his older brother took to combat with fervor, Razz accelerated in studying and finer arts much faster. Making him more suited to being the heir to the family name and company, his brother would become a great hunter no doubt. Yet strangely they envied each other for the position they held in there mothers eyes, the current CEO and matriarch of the family.
As they grew their mother separated them, his older brother was sent to train at Signal academy while Razz trained in Atlas. He did not make friends, as he was given no time for them once home he learned advanced mathematics, cut throat business tactics, and how to make small talk at parties. In what little free time he did have, he was tutored in combat by his father a renown hunter famous for his bow and twin swords weapon. Razz grew in skill and in personality, he was considered one of the most generous and accepting people in his family, granted that's not saying much.
In truth his mother was very anti-Faunus while his father was much more of brute than a socialite considered more of trophy husband rather than a family member. He did however spend much time with his sons trying to teach them what being a huntsman meant. Protecting the world, serving to save every generation that would follow after them and most importantly having honor and standing for the right thing, even if it might not popular choice.
These lessons stuck with Razz, as he challenged his mother and even convinced his brother to go along with the plan. The brothers would swap positions, his brother would return to Atlas attending the school there while he would go to Vale and attend Beacon. Should Razz prove himself a highly talented huntsman and his brother able to take his place among those in the company, this would become permanent. Razz having never really left Atlas or mingled with normal teenagers before has no idea what is in store.
Character Theme: Inspired by Virgil from Dante's Inferno and Solomon Kane.
Other:
Name: Astral Regalia
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
APPEARANCE
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 165
Clothing Style: Wealthy but practical, while his clothes are finely made everything practical and useful with no wasted material or senseless decoration. It functions first, then looks good. Similarly everything has extra pockets hidden or exposed, items must be kept safe and secure, especially dust.
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Auburn
COMBAT
Weapon: Carrying a scimitar style sword and a tall and narrow shield he prefers practicality to more stylized weapons. His shield is able to generate large protective barriers of whatever dust crystal he inserts into it. If his sword has a dust crystal in it, it can creates a flying arc of the element in question.
Semblance: Rejuvenation- Able to slowly heal aura's and repair minor physical damage without any significant loss of aura power. He can restore large portion of others aura by draining his own aura some and can perform more drastic healing this way as well. However he cannot regrow limbs or bring back the dead.
Dust: Always using dust makes up for his rather average weapon choices. He carries a varied assortment of dust. Thanks to his family owning a rather large assortment of stores that sell dust across Mistral. Having a rather fair contract with Schee dust company he is rather well off with access to many varieties of dust.
Skills: He prefers endurance to anything else, creating barriers and moving away. Letting his opponent tire then striking finish them off. He is a keen researcher and carries a large variety of dust, letting him examine his opponents weakness and pick dust that gives him an advantage. With his shield he prefers earth, ice, and fire. On his sword he enjoys lightning, wind, and water.
PERSONALIZED
Personality: Meticulous, Astral is constantly observing and documenting things in his head. He makes notes of little things people do as well as trying to find things about them he target as a weakness, this makes it hard for him to make friends. However Astral does care for those he calls friends and will stand by them, not matter there flaws. While he can be frustrating a bit snobbish at times he always has the best intentions for his friends.
Skills: He finds studying combat along with human interaction fascinating and has a mild obsession with combat based video games. Astral is a fan of fantasy writers and the like, however Astral prefer's to write and create his own material rather than borrow from others. He enjoys cooking and baking when not working or training, he also has basic medical training to aid with his healing.
Background: Born to the prominent Regalia family, Astral is the oldest child and set to inherit over a dozen dust shops across Mistral. Even though he was born and raised in Vale his family has deep ties in Mistral and has run shops there since the great war. Having come to Vale to try and expand the market themselves. The success they experience was due to a trade agreement made years ago and valid as long as both families live. Schee family would supply dust to Mistral and the Regalia family who had strong ties and shops before hand would advertise and sell the product.
This has not changed and this has remained a very healthy relationship as Regalia family is now the owner of the largest chain of dust shops in Mistral with two branches in Vale now as well. Astral was raised to meet and talk among socialites and present manners. However his family did not live an extravagant life style, living modestly for the most part, only exception being having two houses which the moved between every few years to get back to Mistral and make sure Astral and his younger sister saw there homeland.
Astral's semblance appeared at the young age of five, when his sister fell and scraped her knee after they had been playing he held her hand trying to make her stop crying. His parents watched as the wound closed up and healed in just a couple of minutes, of course Astral passed out right after that. His sister however, thought her brother was amazing from that day forward. As he grew older he began to experiment with dust, even began to practice basic combat skills so that he would be able to become a hunter.
He became very skilled at using dust in his weapon and even better at judging exactly what dust to use to counter opponents move sets. This was thanks to him watching as many Huntmens and Huntresses tournaments as he could, he needed to understand his targets so he could beat them. He attended Signal and has just left the school, accepted in to Beacon he plans to become the best, so naturally he will have to watch out and help his teammates.
Character Theme: King Arthur and Merlin.
Other:
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
APPEARANCE
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 165
Clothing Style: Wealthy but practical, while his clothes are finely made everything practical and useful with no wasted material or senseless decoration. It functions first, then looks good. Similarly everything has extra pockets hidden or exposed, items must be kept safe and secure, especially dust.
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Auburn
COMBAT
Weapon: Carrying a scimitar style sword and a tall and narrow shield he prefers practicality to more stylized weapons. His shield is able to generate large protective barriers of whatever dust crystal he inserts into it. If his sword has a dust crystal in it, it can creates a flying arc of the element in question.
Semblance: Rejuvenation- Able to slowly heal aura's and repair minor physical damage without any significant loss of aura power. He can restore large portion of others aura by draining his own aura some and can perform more drastic healing this way as well. However he cannot regrow limbs or bring back the dead.
Dust: Always using dust makes up for his rather average weapon choices. He carries a varied assortment of dust. Thanks to his family owning a rather large assortment of stores that sell dust across Mistral. Having a rather fair contract with Schee dust company he is rather well off with access to many varieties of dust.
Skills: He prefers endurance to anything else, creating barriers and moving away. Letting his opponent tire then striking finish them off. He is a keen researcher and carries a large variety of dust, letting him examine his opponents weakness and pick dust that gives him an advantage. With his shield he prefers earth, ice, and fire. On his sword he enjoys lightning, wind, and water.
PERSONALIZED
Personality: Meticulous, Astral is constantly observing and documenting things in his head. He makes notes of little things people do as well as trying to find things about them he target as a weakness, this makes it hard for him to make friends. However Astral does care for those he calls friends and will stand by them, not matter there flaws. While he can be frustrating a bit snobbish at times he always has the best intentions for his friends.
Skills: He finds studying combat along with human interaction fascinating and has a mild obsession with combat based video games. Astral is a fan of fantasy writers and the like, however Astral prefer's to write and create his own material rather than borrow from others. He enjoys cooking and baking when not working or training, he also has basic medical training to aid with his healing.
Background: Born to the prominent Regalia family, Astral is the oldest child and set to inherit over a dozen dust shops across Mistral. Even though he was born and raised in Vale his family has deep ties in Mistral and has run shops there since the great war. Having come to Vale to try and expand the market themselves. The success they experience was due to a trade agreement made years ago and valid as long as both families live. Schee family would supply dust to Mistral and the Regalia family who had strong ties and shops before hand would advertise and sell the product.
This has not changed and this has remained a very healthy relationship as Regalia family is now the owner of the largest chain of dust shops in Mistral with two branches in Vale now as well. Astral was raised to meet and talk among socialites and present manners. However his family did not live an extravagant life style, living modestly for the most part, only exception being having two houses which the moved between every few years to get back to Mistral and make sure Astral and his younger sister saw there homeland.
Astral's semblance appeared at the young age of five, when his sister fell and scraped her knee after they had been playing he held her hand trying to make her stop crying. His parents watched as the wound closed up and healed in just a couple of minutes, of course Astral passed out right after that. His sister however, thought her brother was amazing from that day forward. As he grew older he began to experiment with dust, even began to practice basic combat skills so that he would be able to become a hunter.
He became very skilled at using dust in his weapon and even better at judging exactly what dust to use to counter opponents move sets. This was thanks to him watching as many Huntmens and Huntresses tournaments as he could, he needed to understand his targets so he could beat them. He attended Signal and has just left the school, accepted in to Beacon he plans to become the best, so naturally he will have to watch out and help his teammates.
Character Theme: King Arthur and Merlin.
Other:
Name: Storm Rekhyt
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
APPEARANCE
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 185
Clothing Style: Thanks to living in Vacuo and his hobby of raiding ruins and exploring he is generally modest with clothing. However he does have a soft for shiny, accessories and the like his bracers and boots. He always wears a cloak, however other wise he keeps it light and simple.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
COMBAT
Weapon: Silver Serpent- While many weapons have different settings or forms, Storm specializes in being able to change on the fly. In it's normal form his staff breaks into three chunks which can be combined to form a plethora of guns. One piece of the acts as a pistol, the other end is an smg, combining two of the pieces can create either an assault rifle or shotgun. Finally by assembling the pieces in two other ways he can form a rocket launcher or sniper rifle.
Semblance: Velocity control, able to alter speed of an object in motion. Larger the object the hard it is to control, a bullet is easier to control than a rocket. Bigger the object the more focus needed to slow it or speed it up. Speeding up a person is out of the question as the largest object this can successfully stop is a rockets.
Dust: Generally using dust ammunition Storm keeps a variety of bullets around to help even the battle field. Prefer fire and ice rounds he does also enjoy good old fashion standard rounds.
Skills: A capable treasure hunter, Storm knows many skills relating to the craft. He can pick locks and even assemble basic clockwork systems. Having maintained and built his own weapon, Storm is a capable weapon smith and mechanic. Storm also knows many older languages and can read them and maps exceptionally well.
PERSONALIZED
Personality: Capable, beyond all else Storm knows how to care for everything he owns and maintain it perfectly. While Storm is not quick to trust; once you gain his trust you've got a friend for life who will watch your back. Thanks to years of stealing from old tombs and city ruins, Storm has developed a keen instincts for lies and trap trusting instinct over reason occasionally.
Hobbies: An avid reader, he can often be found reading books in languages so old few could even understand what's on the pages. When not reading he can be found target shooting or building new weapons and testing his older weapons out.
Background: Born to a treasure hunting mother and book store owning father, Storm was destined to know much about the world and it's history. While life in Vacuo is not easy it fashions a hardy people. While business might not have been great in the book store, Storm's mother treasuring hunter brought in plenty of money. After his father took ill Storm stepped up, running the book and starting a side business, at young age of ten.
Sorting through the junkyards, scrap heaps, and occasionally borrowing pieces from other locals he sold weapons and gear he built to passing travelers. He seemed to be a natural and soon even his own mother took to using his equipment, as he grew older he became more interested in his mothers work. With his father having recovered though confined to wheelchair Storm fashioned himself a pistol and join his mother on his first adventure.
What he discovered was an urge to uncover the forgotten and find ways to salvage the knowledge of the past and record it forever. While he often sold more valuable artifacts he did keep some, such as the gold armbands he wears which he believes is old huntsman weapon designed to strengthen the users semblance. If only he could figure out how activate them. It was during this time he discovered his semblance, when in the blink of an eye he stopped a dozen darts his mother had triggered in mid air.
Soon he went solo his mother deciding to stay home and care for Storm's father, Storm continued to craft weapons for his own use even building his staff. The Silver Serpent was designed to give him a weapon that could change as needed to match the marksman ship and velocity control he displayed. His parents bookshop having now picked up in business they have sent him to Beacon hoping he will bring great honor to the family name.
Character Theme: Based classic off Djinn and Egyptian tomb raiders.
Other:
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
APPEARANCE
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 185
Clothing Style: Thanks to living in Vacuo and his hobby of raiding ruins and exploring he is generally modest with clothing. However he does have a soft for shiny, accessories and the like his bracers and boots. He always wears a cloak, however other wise he keeps it light and simple.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
COMBAT
Weapon: Silver Serpent- While many weapons have different settings or forms, Storm specializes in being able to change on the fly. In it's normal form his staff breaks into three chunks which can be combined to form a plethora of guns. One piece of the acts as a pistol, the other end is an smg, combining two of the pieces can create either an assault rifle or shotgun. Finally by assembling the pieces in two other ways he can form a rocket launcher or sniper rifle.
Semblance: Velocity control, able to alter speed of an object in motion. Larger the object the hard it is to control, a bullet is easier to control than a rocket. Bigger the object the more focus needed to slow it or speed it up. Speeding up a person is out of the question as the largest object this can successfully stop is a rockets.
Dust: Generally using dust ammunition Storm keeps a variety of bullets around to help even the battle field. Prefer fire and ice rounds he does also enjoy good old fashion standard rounds.
Skills: A capable treasure hunter, Storm knows many skills relating to the craft. He can pick locks and even assemble basic clockwork systems. Having maintained and built his own weapon, Storm is a capable weapon smith and mechanic. Storm also knows many older languages and can read them and maps exceptionally well.
PERSONALIZED
Personality: Capable, beyond all else Storm knows how to care for everything he owns and maintain it perfectly. While Storm is not quick to trust; once you gain his trust you've got a friend for life who will watch your back. Thanks to years of stealing from old tombs and city ruins, Storm has developed a keen instincts for lies and trap trusting instinct over reason occasionally.
Hobbies: An avid reader, he can often be found reading books in languages so old few could even understand what's on the pages. When not reading he can be found target shooting or building new weapons and testing his older weapons out.
Background: Born to a treasure hunting mother and book store owning father, Storm was destined to know much about the world and it's history. While life in Vacuo is not easy it fashions a hardy people. While business might not have been great in the book store, Storm's mother treasuring hunter brought in plenty of money. After his father took ill Storm stepped up, running the book and starting a side business, at young age of ten.
Sorting through the junkyards, scrap heaps, and occasionally borrowing pieces from other locals he sold weapons and gear he built to passing travelers. He seemed to be a natural and soon even his own mother took to using his equipment, as he grew older he became more interested in his mothers work. With his father having recovered though confined to wheelchair Storm fashioned himself a pistol and join his mother on his first adventure.
What he discovered was an urge to uncover the forgotten and find ways to salvage the knowledge of the past and record it forever. While he often sold more valuable artifacts he did keep some, such as the gold armbands he wears which he believes is old huntsman weapon designed to strengthen the users semblance. If only he could figure out how activate them. It was during this time he discovered his semblance, when in the blink of an eye he stopped a dozen darts his mother had triggered in mid air.
Soon he went solo his mother deciding to stay home and care for Storm's father, Storm continued to craft weapons for his own use even building his staff. The Silver Serpent was designed to give him a weapon that could change as needed to match the marksman ship and velocity control he displayed. His parents bookshop having now picked up in business they have sent him to Beacon hoping he will bring great honor to the family name.
Character Theme: Based classic off Djinn and Egyptian tomb raiders.
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Name: Isa
Appearance:
Class: Falcon Knight
Age: 31
Sex: Female
Weapon Rank: Lance rank: A Sword rank: B
Equipment: Killer lance, Javelin, Silver sword, Elixir
Personality: Friendly and kind, many would claim that Isa is gently woman and they would be wrong. Isa enjoys battle, she loves nothing more then riding down bandits as she throws lances into their backs. She smiles when she dives to cut the head off the fool who did not run when they saw coming. She is charge of most military forces and personally leads the Ylisse's honor guard, the Sky Knights. While noble and polite when speaking with her equals and friends, she commands respect from the soldiers and her knights.
Biography: Born to a noble family, Isa chose to become a Knight rather than a trophy wife to some spoiled brat lord. She trained for days on end and soon proved herself capable to the to the former Knight captain, soon she was bonded to her Pegasus. As years went on she was promoted, whether it was valor or skill is often argued over, yet she proved that Sky knights could be more than just honor guard. They could be a rapid response unit to attack bandits or secure borders, while the standing army could be spread out and cavaliers kept in the capital to defend the home front along with the rest of the guard.
When Isa became commander of the Sky Knight she quickly doubled their ranks. She also made sure more males could join them. Next she looked to the standing army, she and Andres designed a carrier raven system to run between outposts and help deliver news faster than travel soldiers. Most villages in Ylisse now have a small garrison with ravens or their lord has trained ravens on site. With messages able to travel and Sky Knights able to respond in record times bandits have for the most part stopped attack towns and stick to small roads, most those leading into Plegia.
Appearance:
Class: Falcon Knight
Age: 31
Sex: Female
Weapon Rank: Lance rank: A Sword rank: B
Equipment: Killer lance, Javelin, Silver sword, Elixir
Personality: Friendly and kind, many would claim that Isa is gently woman and they would be wrong. Isa enjoys battle, she loves nothing more then riding down bandits as she throws lances into their backs. She smiles when she dives to cut the head off the fool who did not run when they saw coming. She is charge of most military forces and personally leads the Ylisse's honor guard, the Sky Knights. While noble and polite when speaking with her equals and friends, she commands respect from the soldiers and her knights.
Biography: Born to a noble family, Isa chose to become a Knight rather than a trophy wife to some spoiled brat lord. She trained for days on end and soon proved herself capable to the to the former Knight captain, soon she was bonded to her Pegasus. As years went on she was promoted, whether it was valor or skill is often argued over, yet she proved that Sky knights could be more than just honor guard. They could be a rapid response unit to attack bandits or secure borders, while the standing army could be spread out and cavaliers kept in the capital to defend the home front along with the rest of the guard.
When Isa became commander of the Sky Knight she quickly doubled their ranks. She also made sure more males could join them. Next she looked to the standing army, she and Andres designed a carrier raven system to run between outposts and help deliver news faster than travel soldiers. Most villages in Ylisse now have a small garrison with ravens or their lord has trained ravens on site. With messages able to travel and Sky Knights able to respond in record times bandits have for the most part stopped attack towns and stick to small roads, most those leading into Plegia.
Name: Andres
Appearance:
Class: Grand Master
Age: 86
Sex: Male
Weapon Rank: Sword rank: S Anima rank: S Light rank: A
Equipment: Levin sword, Thoron, Purge
Personality: Wise and clever thanks to years of study and hard work, Andres is the last serving Tactician to have trained under Robin. While many think he has begun to become senile he retains his immense strength and powerful magic making him one of the best mages in Ylisse. A friend of the former Exalt and assistant in running the affairs of the country Andres is strange man. For while is helpful and kind on some occasions, he can be mean often times perverted greatly annoying his current apprentice, Matthew.
Biography: Born in the years leading up to the sacking of Ylisse, Andres can remember the kindness of Exalt Emmeryn and her peace loving ways. He also remembers the ruthlessness of Plegia and how they sacked Ylistol and stole their beloved Exalt. When Chrom was named Exalt the people found some strength in him as he saw to the rebuilding of their home. Yet against however, war would ravage the world and Ylisse would fight again this time under threats from Valm, Andres watched his father leave and never return, dying in some field far from home.
Yet when Grima lay dead, Andres had nothing left. His mother killed during a Risen attack, his sister kidnapped by bandits and later found dead, and his own brother who died onto on Andres, hiding young man from the Risen. Traveling to Ylisse he begged on the street for awhile. He met Robin unknowingly, soon the two began to play a game of chess, Robin had offered to buy Andres a meal if he won. Yet two hours into the game, Robin was amazed that he had come some close to losing the game. Robin offered the young Andres a position in the newly founded academy and the poor boy accepted quickly.
He studied hard and proved to be capable, yet he never defeated Robin in a single game. Though he was proud when he was chosen to be the successor as Grand Master. Andres has no family, he let his work consume his free time and now the closet thing he knows to a son is the boy he took as an apprentice years ago, Matthew.
Appearance:
Class: Grand Master
Age: 86
Sex: Male
Weapon Rank: Sword rank: S Anima rank: S Light rank: A
Equipment: Levin sword, Thoron, Purge
Personality: Wise and clever thanks to years of study and hard work, Andres is the last serving Tactician to have trained under Robin. While many think he has begun to become senile he retains his immense strength and powerful magic making him one of the best mages in Ylisse. A friend of the former Exalt and assistant in running the affairs of the country Andres is strange man. For while is helpful and kind on some occasions, he can be mean often times perverted greatly annoying his current apprentice, Matthew.
Biography: Born in the years leading up to the sacking of Ylisse, Andres can remember the kindness of Exalt Emmeryn and her peace loving ways. He also remembers the ruthlessness of Plegia and how they sacked Ylistol and stole their beloved Exalt. When Chrom was named Exalt the people found some strength in him as he saw to the rebuilding of their home. Yet against however, war would ravage the world and Ylisse would fight again this time under threats from Valm, Andres watched his father leave and never return, dying in some field far from home.
Yet when Grima lay dead, Andres had nothing left. His mother killed during a Risen attack, his sister kidnapped by bandits and later found dead, and his own brother who died onto on Andres, hiding young man from the Risen. Traveling to Ylisse he begged on the street for awhile. He met Robin unknowingly, soon the two began to play a game of chess, Robin had offered to buy Andres a meal if he won. Yet two hours into the game, Robin was amazed that he had come some close to losing the game. Robin offered the young Andres a position in the newly founded academy and the poor boy accepted quickly.
He studied hard and proved to be capable, yet he never defeated Robin in a single game. Though he was proud when he was chosen to be the successor as Grand Master. Andres has no family, he let his work consume his free time and now the closet thing he knows to a son is the boy he took as an apprentice years ago, Matthew.
Name: Vraig
Appearance:
Class: Berserker
Age: 38
Sex: Male
Weapon Rank: Axe, A.
Equipment: Silver Axe, Hand Axe.
Skills: Wrath, when injured the user hits even harder.
Zeal, gives the user a higher chance of dealing fatal blows.
Badassery, the user is such a BAMF that the enemy forces cringe when they see him coming.
Plot subjective: Yup.
Personality: Outside the battlefield, Vraig is a fun-loving man who's favorite pastime is annoying his champions, or his East counterpart. But on the battlefield, he's extremely serious and harsh on any fighter on his side. He's an excellent leader known for his ability to rally his troops, even in hopeless situations. He cares enough about his champions that he mourns the loss of each one, no matter how short of a time they may have been in his service. He's respectful when he needs to be, and when somebody has earned his respect, but loud and not afraid to speak his mind at other times. He's a very good advice giver and tends to be a father figure to those around him. Even to those he's supposed to be fighting on occasion.
Biography: Vraig grew up on stories of Khans Basilio and Flavia, and their part in the fight against Grima. Of how Basilio nearly sacrificed himself to save the world. As soon as he was old enough to carry one, he's always had an axe in his hands. While other children played and pretended to be previous heroes, Vraig trained to become one. He soon entered into arena fights, where he made quite the name for himself. One of the Khans approached him and he became a champion. From there he moved up in the ranks and was the Khan's number one champion for a short time. Then the West Khan died, and Vraig took his place.
At first he was a terrible Khan. Yeah he was a great fighter, but he thought that was all it took to be a Khan. He knew nothing about politics, well Regna Ferox's version of politics at least. But he learned, and eventually was well liked and respected as a leader. People began looking forward to the tournaments more and more, always hoping that it would be the West Khan who won them. When the East Khan eventually passed away, he grieved for their loss, but a new one took their place. A young, inexperienced one, whom he took under his wing. He taught her the ways of being a Khan, and even offered to purposely lose a tournament so she could see what it was like to be in full power. But she refused and he's basically been in full power since she became Khan.
Appearance:
Class: Berserker
Age: 38
Sex: Male
Weapon Rank: Axe, A.
Equipment: Silver Axe, Hand Axe.
Skills: Wrath, when injured the user hits even harder.
Zeal, gives the user a higher chance of dealing fatal blows.
Badassery, the user is such a BAMF that the enemy forces cringe when they see him coming.
Plot subjective: Yup.
Personality: Outside the battlefield, Vraig is a fun-loving man who's favorite pastime is annoying his champions, or his East counterpart. But on the battlefield, he's extremely serious and harsh on any fighter on his side. He's an excellent leader known for his ability to rally his troops, even in hopeless situations. He cares enough about his champions that he mourns the loss of each one, no matter how short of a time they may have been in his service. He's respectful when he needs to be, and when somebody has earned his respect, but loud and not afraid to speak his mind at other times. He's a very good advice giver and tends to be a father figure to those around him. Even to those he's supposed to be fighting on occasion.
Biography: Vraig grew up on stories of Khans Basilio and Flavia, and their part in the fight against Grima. Of how Basilio nearly sacrificed himself to save the world. As soon as he was old enough to carry one, he's always had an axe in his hands. While other children played and pretended to be previous heroes, Vraig trained to become one. He soon entered into arena fights, where he made quite the name for himself. One of the Khans approached him and he became a champion. From there he moved up in the ranks and was the Khan's number one champion for a short time. Then the West Khan died, and Vraig took his place.
At first he was a terrible Khan. Yeah he was a great fighter, but he thought that was all it took to be a Khan. He knew nothing about politics, well Regna Ferox's version of politics at least. But he learned, and eventually was well liked and respected as a leader. People began looking forward to the tournaments more and more, always hoping that it would be the West Khan who won them. When the East Khan eventually passed away, he grieved for their loss, but a new one took their place. A young, inexperienced one, whom he took under his wing. He taught her the ways of being a Khan, and even offered to purposely lose a tournament so she could see what it was like to be in full power. But she refused and he's basically been in full power since she became Khan.
Name: Darnell
Appearance:
Class: Sage
Age: 60
Sex: male
Weapon Rank: Anima rank: B Staves rank B:
Equipment: Mend staff, Elwind
Personality: A kind and caring older man, Bernell serves as head of the Plegian council. While he is not a Grimleal he has always made sure that the laws the council enacted did not harm their way of life. Many would claim that he is to fair minded and is never willing to make the hard choice only compromise. He would agree, then remind you that compromise is always the hardest choice.
Biography: Born after the war during the times when Plegia was in turmoil the Grimleal not knowing what to do since the lose of their leader. The country went through several civil wars, Bernell became a healer hoping to protect those who would wished to stay out of the war. After years of war he could no longer take watching his home soak itself in blood, thus at the age of thirty he traveled to Ylisse. He gained the help of the Exalt and forced all sides to negotiate, thus when the idea of the council came forward he was chosen to chair it.
Yet in fairness he told the others to go to their people and ask if they wanted him to lead this council to judge it and it's decisions. The people, knowing of how he had only done this to see an end to the bloodshed readily agreed to see him lead the council. For thirty years now he has lead the council and remained it's adjudicator helping everyone reach decisions and keep peace. Under this council Plegia has grown prosperous once more, with the recent threat of Crusade he has called meetings and wishes for them to find a peaceful solution. Yet if it comes to it, he will protect his home from those that would coat with blood once more.
Appearance:
Class: Sage
Age: 60
Sex: male
Weapon Rank: Anima rank: B Staves rank B:
Equipment: Mend staff, Elwind
Personality: A kind and caring older man, Bernell serves as head of the Plegian council. While he is not a Grimleal he has always made sure that the laws the council enacted did not harm their way of life. Many would claim that he is to fair minded and is never willing to make the hard choice only compromise. He would agree, then remind you that compromise is always the hardest choice.
Biography: Born after the war during the times when Plegia was in turmoil the Grimleal not knowing what to do since the lose of their leader. The country went through several civil wars, Bernell became a healer hoping to protect those who would wished to stay out of the war. After years of war he could no longer take watching his home soak itself in blood, thus at the age of thirty he traveled to Ylisse. He gained the help of the Exalt and forced all sides to negotiate, thus when the idea of the council came forward he was chosen to chair it.
Yet in fairness he told the others to go to their people and ask if they wanted him to lead this council to judge it and it's decisions. The people, knowing of how he had only done this to see an end to the bloodshed readily agreed to see him lead the council. For thirty years now he has lead the council and remained it's adjudicator helping everyone reach decisions and keep peace. Under this council Plegia has grown prosperous once more, with the recent threat of Crusade he has called meetings and wishes for them to find a peaceful solution. Yet if it comes to it, he will protect his home from those that would coat with blood once more.
Name: Sules
Appearance:
Class: Sorcerer
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Weapon Rank: Dark rank: B
Equipment: Flux
Personality: While he appear innocent and fun loving, Sules thinks only of darkness and power it grants him. He gleeful tells about curses and pain other will endure if dislikes them. Surprising friendly and gently when it comes to animal, his temper is one to watch out for. Supposedly the last Raven Lord mocked him and kicked his dog, he vanished later that night though people claim that a statue in Sules fortress resembles almost perfectly...
Biography: Born after the end of the Plegia's civil war, to his parents Grimleal dark mages. He was raised as normally as one could be in Plegia. He did however find himself very fond of animals, particularly the pegasus of course virtually none can be found in Plegia thus he has only seen them a few times. His parents taught him magic at a young age along with his twin sister. He read much on Grima and the dark magic they used, however he began to ponder their power if the great dragon was truly dead.
He was soon found to be better at casting spells and weaving curses on to people than anyone else in Grimleal. By fourteen he speaking to crowds, informing them of his theories, that Grima was not truly dead. His power lived on in his follower and that Dark Magic must be taught and trained so that all who retain this gift can continue to use it. Soon he found himself named Raven lord, the title given to the leader of all Dark magic user's in Plegia. The Raven Lord always sit upon the council, as such Sules now speaks for the mages in Plegia. With news of the Crusade he has high hopes to find test subject for curses that could weaken or prevent light magic from harming him.
Appearance:
Class: Sorcerer
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Weapon Rank: Dark rank: B
Equipment: Flux
Personality: While he appear innocent and fun loving, Sules thinks only of darkness and power it grants him. He gleeful tells about curses and pain other will endure if dislikes them. Surprising friendly and gently when it comes to animal, his temper is one to watch out for. Supposedly the last Raven Lord mocked him and kicked his dog, he vanished later that night though people claim that a statue in Sules fortress resembles almost perfectly...
Biography: Born after the end of the Plegia's civil war, to his parents Grimleal dark mages. He was raised as normally as one could be in Plegia. He did however find himself very fond of animals, particularly the pegasus of course virtually none can be found in Plegia thus he has only seen them a few times. His parents taught him magic at a young age along with his twin sister. He read much on Grima and the dark magic they used, however he began to ponder their power if the great dragon was truly dead.
He was soon found to be better at casting spells and weaving curses on to people than anyone else in Grimleal. By fourteen he speaking to crowds, informing them of his theories, that Grima was not truly dead. His power lived on in his follower and that Dark Magic must be taught and trained so that all who retain this gift can continue to use it. Soon he found himself named Raven lord, the title given to the leader of all Dark magic user's in Plegia. The Raven Lord always sit upon the council, as such Sules now speaks for the mages in Plegia. With news of the Crusade he has high hopes to find test subject for curses that could weaken or prevent light magic from harming him.
Name: Vera
Appearance:
Class: Hero
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Weapon Rank: Sword: B Axe: B
Equipment: Killing Edge
Personality: Born along Plegia northern border with Ferox, Vera was raised to hunt for her meals. Whether the prey be merchants with fat wagons or game along the mountain cliffs. She killed her father when he attempted to take her share of the spoils, she did not grieve he was weak. She rose to prominence among the other raiders for her skill and pride, becoming more powerful with each bold attack. She lives by a simple code, she takes what she wants and if summon stands in the way a fight to the death it is.
Biography: In the lands that border Ferox and Plegia their harsh tall mountains, where rain falls constantly. Mudslides are frequent and often deadly. The Barbarians that live out here are part Feroxi and Plegian, constantly fighting and challenging one another. This part is where the bandits that roam the land attacking people often originate as here their is no other way of life. No crops will grow, they have no lumber for proper housing, stone and metal cannot be mined or forged because none have the skill. They live in caves, stealing and plundering all they can, sometimes warbands leave this place hoping to find a better home, they never return as most die painfully.
Yet when the council was forming the King of the Bandit tribes joined it, promising no more attacks on Plegia and true to his word their have been none since. Yet other countries no have more Warbands prowling and have had to contend with that. The Bandit Queen however has changed that, her people moved closer to the sea and have been attacking ships from Valm for years now as the treaty only forces them to stop harassing Plegia on land. A powerful and well respected warrior her strength and capable warriors mean that Plegia always has a large standing army.
Appearance:
Class: Hero
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Weapon Rank: Sword: B Axe: B
Equipment: Killing Edge
Personality: Born along Plegia northern border with Ferox, Vera was raised to hunt for her meals. Whether the prey be merchants with fat wagons or game along the mountain cliffs. She killed her father when he attempted to take her share of the spoils, she did not grieve he was weak. She rose to prominence among the other raiders for her skill and pride, becoming more powerful with each bold attack. She lives by a simple code, she takes what she wants and if summon stands in the way a fight to the death it is.
Biography: In the lands that border Ferox and Plegia their harsh tall mountains, where rain falls constantly. Mudslides are frequent and often deadly. The Barbarians that live out here are part Feroxi and Plegian, constantly fighting and challenging one another. This part is where the bandits that roam the land attacking people often originate as here their is no other way of life. No crops will grow, they have no lumber for proper housing, stone and metal cannot be mined or forged because none have the skill. They live in caves, stealing and plundering all they can, sometimes warbands leave this place hoping to find a better home, they never return as most die painfully.
Yet when the council was forming the King of the Bandit tribes joined it, promising no more attacks on Plegia and true to his word their have been none since. Yet other countries no have more Warbands prowling and have had to contend with that. The Bandit Queen however has changed that, her people moved closer to the sea and have been attacking ships from Valm for years now as the treaty only forces them to stop harassing Plegia on land. A powerful and well respected warrior her strength and capable warriors mean that Plegia always has a large standing army.
Name: Selenia
Appearance:
Class: Wyvern Lord
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Weapon Rank: Lance rank: B Axes rank: B
Equipment: Silver axe, Killer lance
Personality: Born into the order of Knights that originally brought Wyverns over from Valm to Plegia and began raising them. They are primarily based in the southern part of Plegia and train riders from age ten and upwards, the rider and mount bond at young age so that they can fight as one. Taming and controlling a wyvern requires much more patience and time than a Pegasus however the results are similar. Selenia believes that her order is meant to serve the people and protect them, she stands as one of Plegia's best peace keepers. Her skills come from the love and care she put into maintaining her mount and skills while mounted. In truth without her mount she's a poor combatant and barely able to defeat the average soldier.
Biography: Raised by the old captain of the Wyvern riders she was commanding a squad of riders at age fifteen. Groomed to be the next leader of the order her mentor taught everything he could about the creatures and combat while riding them. When she was younger, she often dreamed of being a singer yet her duty to her father and to the family named quickly crushed that dream.
Soon her father passed and she began to lead the Knights, taking his place on the council she decided the riders of her order would be peace keepers. They would patrol and protect the whole country as their order had swelled in numbers thanks to the years of peace. In truth they even outnumber the barbarians hordes and mages that would comprise the rest of the army yet sending all of them would leave the country in turmoil, thus only half the riders are ever activate at a time the rest maintain their fortress in the south.
Appearance:
Class: Wyvern Lord
Age: 32
Sex: Female
Weapon Rank: Lance rank: B Axes rank: B
Equipment: Silver axe, Killer lance
Personality: Born into the order of Knights that originally brought Wyverns over from Valm to Plegia and began raising them. They are primarily based in the southern part of Plegia and train riders from age ten and upwards, the rider and mount bond at young age so that they can fight as one. Taming and controlling a wyvern requires much more patience and time than a Pegasus however the results are similar. Selenia believes that her order is meant to serve the people and protect them, she stands as one of Plegia's best peace keepers. Her skills come from the love and care she put into maintaining her mount and skills while mounted. In truth without her mount she's a poor combatant and barely able to defeat the average soldier.
Biography: Raised by the old captain of the Wyvern riders she was commanding a squad of riders at age fifteen. Groomed to be the next leader of the order her mentor taught everything he could about the creatures and combat while riding them. When she was younger, she often dreamed of being a singer yet her duty to her father and to the family named quickly crushed that dream.
Soon her father passed and she began to lead the Knights, taking his place on the council she decided the riders of her order would be peace keepers. They would patrol and protect the whole country as their order had swelled in numbers thanks to the years of peace. In truth they even outnumber the barbarians hordes and mages that would comprise the rest of the army yet sending all of them would leave the country in turmoil, thus only half the riders are ever activate at a time the rest maintain their fortress in the south.
Name: Rosemary
Appearance:
Class: Merchant
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Weapon Rank: Lance rank: D
Equipment: Elixir
Personality: Outspoken and vocal she defends the people of Plegia, no matter what their beliefs. She see's all of them as customers of merchant company, which has given her the wealth she needed to care for her family. She represents the people of Plegia from all around the country and does her best to defend what they want and their rights. She is friendly however she constant jumps from one thing to the next, very forgetful.
Biography: Born to a poor herbalist father and a tavern owning mother she enjoyed her life growing up, playing other children in her village and helping her mother prepare beds and meals for sailors that visited town. However, her father eventually caught in illness that no one could treat and died. Heartbroken she read his notes and did her best to emulate his potion making skills. However she stumbled upon better, an easier recipe for the highly potent healing tonic called Elixir. She began to brew and trade with sailors who would re-sell it in Valm for a much higher price, Noble across Valm believe that besides healing the Elixir also kept a youthful appearance and warded off sickness.
Soon Rosemary purchase a ship and began to hire sailors and ship Elixir herself, as she got older and with the help of her mothers business sense made a large profit. Rosemary was invited to join the council when her business stretched from Valm to Ylisse. Though she has made the production of Elixir easier it's price has only dropped a little because it is still in high demand and very useful to everyone. Rosemary believes in peace however if it comes to it she will use her fleet of ships to defend Plegia as best they she can.
Appearance:
Class: Merchant
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Weapon Rank: Lance rank: D
Equipment: Elixir
Personality: Outspoken and vocal she defends the people of Plegia, no matter what their beliefs. She see's all of them as customers of merchant company, which has given her the wealth she needed to care for her family. She represents the people of Plegia from all around the country and does her best to defend what they want and their rights. She is friendly however she constant jumps from one thing to the next, very forgetful.
Biography: Born to a poor herbalist father and a tavern owning mother she enjoyed her life growing up, playing other children in her village and helping her mother prepare beds and meals for sailors that visited town. However, her father eventually caught in illness that no one could treat and died. Heartbroken she read his notes and did her best to emulate his potion making skills. However she stumbled upon better, an easier recipe for the highly potent healing tonic called Elixir. She began to brew and trade with sailors who would re-sell it in Valm for a much higher price, Noble across Valm believe that besides healing the Elixir also kept a youthful appearance and warded off sickness.
Soon Rosemary purchase a ship and began to hire sailors and ship Elixir herself, as she got older and with the help of her mothers business sense made a large profit. Rosemary was invited to join the council when her business stretched from Valm to Ylisse. Though she has made the production of Elixir easier it's price has only dropped a little because it is still in high demand and very useful to everyone. Rosemary believes in peace however if it comes to it she will use her fleet of ships to defend Plegia as best they she can.
Name: Vanessa
Appearance:
Class: Bishop
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Weapon Rank: Staff rank: A Light rank: B
Equipment: Mend staff, two elixirs, sleep staff, Tear of Naga
Personality: Sweet and kind the picture of a good follower of Naga dedicated pacifist. Shy and quiet fears her new role she embraces the people and millions would follow her to the end of Earth. Naive and easily embarrassed she declared the crusade believing it could help those in other countries, seeking only to aid others. She listens to her trusted vassal, Jacklyn.
Biography: Born into a minor noble house in Rosanne, Vanessa was eighth child and fifth daughter of her family. She was sent off to the Church by her father who was still trying for a son. Alone in the Church Vanessa would pray to Naga believing the god to be her only friend in the world. For years she lived like this, occasionally her healing talents being put to use aiding a sick farmer or wounded traveler.
Her rise to Grand Cleric happened quickly, when she decided to travel to the great Cathedral for a pilgrimage it happened. She rested near some ruins, the ground under her collapsed and their among the rubble was artifact revered greatly by the Church. Naga's Tear. She quickly collected the crystal and continued on her way to the great Cathedral in Rosanne's capital.
When she showed it to the others Clerics it was taken as a sign from Naga, Vanessa was made Grand Cleric as the former Grand Cleric had taken ill and died while she was travel. Within her first six months as Grand Cleric she came to rely on Jacklyn and trust her so when she suggested the Crusade and all the good it could do she agreed.
Appearance:
Class: Bishop
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Weapon Rank: Staff rank: A Light rank: B
Equipment: Mend staff, two elixirs, sleep staff, Tear of Naga
Personality: Sweet and kind the picture of a good follower of Naga dedicated pacifist. Shy and quiet fears her new role she embraces the people and millions would follow her to the end of Earth. Naive and easily embarrassed she declared the crusade believing it could help those in other countries, seeking only to aid others. She listens to her trusted vassal, Jacklyn.
Biography: Born into a minor noble house in Rosanne, Vanessa was eighth child and fifth daughter of her family. She was sent off to the Church by her father who was still trying for a son. Alone in the Church Vanessa would pray to Naga believing the god to be her only friend in the world. For years she lived like this, occasionally her healing talents being put to use aiding a sick farmer or wounded traveler.
Her rise to Grand Cleric happened quickly, when she decided to travel to the great Cathedral for a pilgrimage it happened. She rested near some ruins, the ground under her collapsed and their among the rubble was artifact revered greatly by the Church. Naga's Tear. She quickly collected the crystal and continued on her way to the great Cathedral in Rosanne's capital.
When she showed it to the others Clerics it was taken as a sign from Naga, Vanessa was made Grand Cleric as the former Grand Cleric had taken ill and died while she was travel. Within her first six months as Grand Cleric she came to rely on Jacklyn and trust her so when she suggested the Crusade and all the good it could do she agreed.
Name: Jacklyn
Appearance:
Class: Grand Master
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Weapon Rank: Anima rank: B Light rank: B Sword rank: A
Equipment: Silver sword, Purge, Arcfire
Personality: A hardened and strong young woman, she leads the Church's armies as the Grand Master of Churches united armies. A woman of taste and refinement, she is infamous for nasty temper. While civil and kind in public it hides her darker nature as well as her incredible powers. She enjoys most of all however she enjoys winning and defeating her opponents.
Biography: Having begun serving the church two years ago she climbed up the ladder and is now second in power only to the Grand Cleric who many believe is her puppet. Some say she orchestrated this war while others claim she is simply a devoted follower. No one knows anything on her history before her arrival to the Church it's clear she has made it her mission to see the crusade completed.
She kills, manipulates, and schemes to get what she wants, she always gets it, no matter the cost. Some claim that she could be the next great tactician, joining the likes of Mark, Robin, and Morgan in the history books. She believes that she is smarter than that Senile Ylissian Grand Master and plans to insure his total destruction as well as the fall of Ylisse, Naga help those who fail her in this task.
Appearance:
Class: Grand Master
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Weapon Rank: Anima rank: B Light rank: B Sword rank: A
Equipment: Silver sword, Purge, Arcfire
Personality: A hardened and strong young woman, she leads the Church's armies as the Grand Master of Churches united armies. A woman of taste and refinement, she is infamous for nasty temper. While civil and kind in public it hides her darker nature as well as her incredible powers. She enjoys most of all however she enjoys winning and defeating her opponents.
Biography: Having begun serving the church two years ago she climbed up the ladder and is now second in power only to the Grand Cleric who many believe is her puppet. Some say she orchestrated this war while others claim she is simply a devoted follower. No one knows anything on her history before her arrival to the Church it's clear she has made it her mission to see the crusade completed.
She kills, manipulates, and schemes to get what she wants, she always gets it, no matter the cost. Some claim that she could be the next great tactician, joining the likes of Mark, Robin, and Morgan in the history books. She believes that she is smarter than that Senile Ylissian Grand Master and plans to insure his total destruction as well as the fall of Ylisse, Naga help those who fail her in this task.
Name: Bern
Appearance:
Class: Monk
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Weapon Rank: Light rank: C
Equipment: Divine, Elixir
Personality: A young reformist hailing from Plegia, strong of will and conviction his faith is most important to him. With news of the Crusade having arrived back from over sea's he believes it will cleanse his homeland of it's sin. Charismatic and charming Bern has won over many with his heartfelt speeches and pleas.
Biography: Coming from a family of Grima worshipers he broke away from his family to discover his own path. He soon found himself living in an isolated Monastery near a hidden oasis deep in the desert. There he found peace and enlightenment among the servants of Naga, opening his eyes to this new religion. The new monk soon began to wander, now known as Brother Bern.
Bern soon joined the Unified Church believing that with their help he could change his home for the better. However when he heard of the Crusade, he knew his purpose to raise up an army of those who join the Crusaders forces once they arrive. To this end he has put a bounty on the heretic Champion and begun to hold rallies and attack town Plegia intent to see all Grima worshipers burned for their crimes.
Appearance:
Class: Monk
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Weapon Rank: Light rank: C
Equipment: Divine, Elixir
Personality: A young reformist hailing from Plegia, strong of will and conviction his faith is most important to him. With news of the Crusade having arrived back from over sea's he believes it will cleanse his homeland of it's sin. Charismatic and charming Bern has won over many with his heartfelt speeches and pleas.
Biography: Coming from a family of Grima worshipers he broke away from his family to discover his own path. He soon found himself living in an isolated Monastery near a hidden oasis deep in the desert. There he found peace and enlightenment among the servants of Naga, opening his eyes to this new religion. The new monk soon began to wander, now known as Brother Bern.
Bern soon joined the Unified Church believing that with their help he could change his home for the better. However when he heard of the Crusade, he knew his purpose to raise up an army of those who join the Crusaders forces once they arrive. To this end he has put a bounty on the heretic Champion and begun to hold rallies and attack town Plegia intent to see all Grima worshipers burned for their crimes.
My Character(s)
Name: Matthew
Appearance:
Class: Tactician
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Weapon Rank: Anima rank: D Sword rank: D
Equipment: Iron Sword, Elwind, and Elthunder
Skills:
Solidarity- Allies have can critical more often and do more damage when they do.
Champion- Can rally all units once per encounter boosting their abilities.
Plot subjective: Yes.
Personality: A naive young tactician, he knows little of the world having barely ever left Ylistol. He often talks to himself under his breath and his attention span moves at a mile a minute. However when not working he's curled up with a book preferring them to people. However he is fighter and will not take things lying down.
Biography: Orphaned as a baby when his parents were killed in an attempt to steal there Lordship. Matthew was taken in by the castle and his Lordship was given to cousin. Raised in the castle alongside many young lords and squires. The boy learned swordplay from the Knight Commander and Magic from the court mage, he showed great aptitude for both. Seeing this the Exalt ordered the boy tested for entrance into the Tactician's academy he passed and was able to learn of tactics and command. However the school's sword play and magic were woefully behind what he had already learned from his tutors at the castle.
As he grew he visited the castle frequently forgetting his classmates he trained in the mornings with Knight Commander, his sword skills improved constantly. The court Mage would tutor him in magic at night until he could understand magic even theoretical principles. During the days he would attend school, the Exalt kept a close eye on him, as he had proven to one of the Academy's best. When the diplomatic party asked for an escort the Exalt selected Matthew. Matthew was excited by the idea of the trip however he did not wish to sit through the boring meetings and proceedings of the Church, he dreaded the boat ride as it would make him horribly seasick.
Appearance:
Class: Tactician
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Weapon Rank: Anima rank: D Sword rank: D
Equipment: Iron Sword, Elwind, and Elthunder
Skills:
Solidarity- Allies have can critical more often and do more damage when they do.
Champion- Can rally all units once per encounter boosting their abilities.
Plot subjective: Yes.
Personality: A naive young tactician, he knows little of the world having barely ever left Ylistol. He often talks to himself under his breath and his attention span moves at a mile a minute. However when not working he's curled up with a book preferring them to people. However he is fighter and will not take things lying down.
Biography: Orphaned as a baby when his parents were killed in an attempt to steal there Lordship. Matthew was taken in by the castle and his Lordship was given to cousin. Raised in the castle alongside many young lords and squires. The boy learned swordplay from the Knight Commander and Magic from the court mage, he showed great aptitude for both. Seeing this the Exalt ordered the boy tested for entrance into the Tactician's academy he passed and was able to learn of tactics and command. However the school's sword play and magic were woefully behind what he had already learned from his tutors at the castle.
As he grew he visited the castle frequently forgetting his classmates he trained in the mornings with Knight Commander, his sword skills improved constantly. The court Mage would tutor him in magic at night until he could understand magic even theoretical principles. During the days he would attend school, the Exalt kept a close eye on him, as he had proven to one of the Academy's best. When the diplomatic party asked for an escort the Exalt selected Matthew. Matthew was excited by the idea of the trip however he did not wish to sit through the boring meetings and proceedings of the Church, he dreaded the boat ride as it would make him horribly seasick.