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Character Skeleton Spreadsheet

The Character Sheets will be divided into two parts. The first (found by accessing the link above) will take care of your Character's Stats. To create your sheet, right-click the "Empty Sheet" Tab at the bottom and select "Duplicate". Then rename the new tab to your Roleplayer Guild username so I can tell which characters belong to whom. Then you can go about editing your character by following the prompts (notes are attached to each appropriate cell that you should edit). Should you require assistance, contact either myself (preferred) or @GarlandDaHero (as Garland created a flawless CS without any assistance).

The second portion will be more akin to a typical Guild CS. Fields are "Appearance", "Personality", and "Biography". For the biography, please include what part of the Fire Emblem world and what time period in relation to the continent they are from. Also include how they encountered the Knights of Ylisse and their travels with them from their homeland and home time to the era and time described in the OOC original post. Please post these here in "Characters" for easy organization.

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[Ryik]

Ink

Ink

Personality: Ink is a nonchalant guy with a highly addictive personality. He tries to be cool and collected, but he tends to be too impulsive. He has a weak conscience and is somewhat untrusting, but he has a proclivity to chivalry or even kindness. Neither of these traits translate well to moral principles.

Biography: Ink was born to a prestigious noble family with a close relationship to the local royalty. As family tradition dictated, Ink was trained from a young age so that one day he may join the long line of Paladins in their family to have served as part of the royal family’s personal guard. (Note that “Paladin” here does not refer to Cavalry) It was a prestigious position. So prestigious in fact, that on a trip outside of town, his family’s caravan was attacked by cultists. Ink was knocked out as soon as the attack began, when their entire cart was flipped violently.

He awoke to a sharp pain in his chest where he found a marking of an eye over his heart. The carriage was in tatters and the horses were slaughtered. Blood stains with no bodies to claim them littered the place, and amidst it all was his parents. He didn’t recognize them at first, horrifically mutilated, but as he came to examine the scene, it became undeniable that it was them. By the time he had woken up, everything was already over and done with, and he had nothing left to do but grieve his losses and walk home.

It wasn’t long before Ink discovered that the marking of an eye was more than a simple brand of shame, but the indication of a curse, demanding mana as sustenance and making him soak it up like a sponge. At first he thought it was just hunger, but he had to admit something was wrong when he failed to resist the urge to eat his smaller enchanted weapons.

(Amusingly, he had absolutely no problem eating and digesting them.)

He visited the King, in search of a solution to his plight. The King, still a family friend, obliged, leveraging his access to some of the most talented mages around. While they helped him understand the curse’s mechanics, not a single one could lift the curse.

Ink learned to live with the Curse, getting candies enchanted as part of simple grocery shopping. These innumerable enchantments exacted a considerable toll on his funds. While his family was rather well-off, he had no income, and it was for this reason Ink decided to get a job. As a walking black hole for magic, he couldn’t exactly work around mages, so he settled for a simple job working for the city’s merchants. This went well until he realized how poorly it pays in comparison to his overall spending. Eventually he quits, deciding it’s not worth his time and effort and begins going on long, winding walks looking for a job that pays more. During one of these walks, he bumps into a foul-tempered mage who attempts to shoot lightning at him. He punched the mage and headed on his way, but apparently someone witnessed the scene and made a very generous offer for the assassination of a certain wizard. His morality had sent itself off on a blazing funeral pyre, so he took up the offer.

All things considered, it wasn't that difficult walking into the place and stabbing the old man as he gawked confusedly at Ink, wondering how he got there without being magically detected. He wasn't even aware he was being assassinated until it was too late, as he was busy cutting himself with a fancy knife for some ritual assumably involving the blood circle on the wall and the live goat leashed in the corner of the room. Ink didn’t pay the whole set up in mind, and indeed, he only planned to get in and get out, but when he felt the shining presence of mana sitting on the dagger’s tip, he couldn’t help but have a taste.

If he wasn’t already, the taste of coalesced magic instantly had him hooked. He was taking this dagger home with him, for sure.

Though Ink never found out the exact reason he was spared, if it was to deter him from becoming a Paladin, it worked. He took up a wide variety of work over the years after that, most of it aimed at exploiting his curse, more often than anything else however, he simply stole magic shit to feed his insatiable hunger.

Eventually, outrealm demons made an appearance and in accordance with a visiting recruiter, the King decided to send some of the best warriors he could without compromising his city’s own self-defense. Knowing Ink’s curse and upbringing, the King sent him a request. While the royal guard of his own world seldom saw action and had painful memories attached, joining a different active military and getting access to the support of its clerics and mages seemed like a good idea. If for no other reason, it gives him a reason to use his dagger, dubbed the Inkwell, to get another indescribable taste of mana.

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Elena

Elena

Personality: Elena is generally cool but not cold, though it’s not hard for one to see her that way. She’s calm and her facial expressions appear insincere, making it easy for her to seem apathetic. She’s no stranger to a smile, but her expressions never really reach her eyes. Except of course, for her best friend, a very large polar bear named Bärenfröst. She has a tendency to speak slowly, without urgency, and often does her best to enforce cordiality.

Biography: Elena hails from the Ice Tribe, a nation situated at the top of a mountain in the kingdom of Nohr, which is ruled by the charismatic if philandering King Garon.

Elena was born and raised a member of the Ice Tribe, daughter of a highly accomplished warrior. Though he’d never tell Elena himself, her father really wanted her to be a boy. A gruff and hot-blooded man, Elena’s father wished for nothing more than a son to train up and succeed him as a warrior. He and his wife had difficulty bearing live children, and as Elena’s mother came to achieve complete infertility, Elena’s father decided that he had no other choice but to train Elena up to be this warrior.

Elena is and always was short, even among girls her age. She had difficulty lifting most weapons, and in general was overall frail. She wasn’t exactly an ideal pupil for her father, and Elena herself didn’t want to become a warrior anyways. This changed however, when she was one day introduced to one of her father’s friends, another warrior of the Ice Tribe. This warrior happened to be a Beast-Rider, and that day, Elena had a fateful encounter with the small and fluffy child of this man’s ursine mount. “It’s a shame,” he taunted her, “that you don’t want to become a warrior. This fella’s going to be trained to aid the Beast Riders of the Ice Tribe in battle one day.”

Perhaps it was impulse, but to this day, Elena never regretted becoming a warrior for Bärenfröst. Once her decision was made on that day, Bärenfröst was declared hers, and they grew up together, even if Elena had help taking care of him. All that was left was to train up into someone worthy of the gloriously fluffy beast he would become.

While Elena had great difficulty stepping up to the plate she had erected, her father leveraged the patience to match, as, over the years, she developed the skills to fight with a knife in spite of her slight frame. At the same time, the Beast Rider who quickly went from ‘father’s friend’ to ‘family friend’ would train Bärenfröst and Elena for riding and fighting in unison.

Years passed and Elena eventually became a fully fledged warrior of the Ice Tribe, and the smallest at that, while Bärenfröst became the Ice Tribe’s largest mount. Some might say they were mismatched, but neither could work with any other.

While the Ice Tribe’s military isn’t usually very active, Elena and Bärenfröst found themselves in a few battles as outrealm demons started to appear, even in places as remote as her home. When word of a force recruiting those that would fight against them spread, Elena decided that it was part of her responsibility as a warrior to respond against such a threat and write her own story of heroism just as her father did before her.

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Holland - Capable Mercenary

Name: Holland

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Personality: Holland is a very no-nonsense individual, preferring to fight for his pay first and ask questions later. As such, he hates idle banter and considers it a big waste of time in most cases. His work ethic allows him to exercise frequently and keep his body and mind in peak condition, which has in turn given him the impression that he is the most capable man alive. However, despite all of this, he is quite intelligent and can hold a decent conversation if given the opportunity.

Biography: Continent and Time Period of Origin: Magvel, War Against the Demon King

Holland was born the eldest of two sons to a couple of Jehannan mercenaries. With his parents often out of the house doing mercenary work and his only brother blind since birth, he did his best to protect his house and keep it in appropriate living conditions.

When he was 15, Holland's brother died of an illness and his parents never returned home. He took it upon himself to live the rest of his life as a survivor and mercenary, like his parents, wandering the continent of Magvel and piecing together whatever money and sustenance he could to survive.

Five years after Holland left his home for the mercenary life, war broke out over the continent and he joined a band of fellow mercenaries to survive as he had been for the past half a decade. His comrades died in a skirmish near the Renais border and, after fending off the remaining enemies, Holland was saved from the brink of death by the Knights of Ylisse, who had emerged from an Outrealm Gate. After receiving proper medical attention by the healers in the group, the mercenary travelled with the Knights back to Ylistol, where he would soon become a member himself.

Lucille - Deceitful Cleric

Name: Lucille

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Personality: Despite passing herself off as a healer, Lucille is quite the cunning individual, using her supposed profession to allow access to otherwise classified information, among other such shady business. She is also a flatterer and deceiver of the Gods, using their misplaced trust in her to her advantage. As such, her morality as a 'member of the clergy' is quite questionable. Despite being a liar and generally shady individual, she is not afraid to open up to those she has taken a liking to and have a conversation with them.

Biography: Continent and Time Period of Origin: Elibe, War Against Bern

Lucille was born the only child of a druid from Nabata, her father abandoning the both of them before she was born. As such, the only person she really knew when she was young was her mother, who was constantly traveling the continent with her child and teaching her the dark arts. However, the woman was killed in Etruria by a common thug when Lucille was only 8 years old.

After the sudden attack, the shaman in training was adopted by a local priest and taken to the Saint Elimine church to become a cleric. Due to her exposure to the dark arts, Lucille hated her studies and, when she was 14 years old, left the church in the dead of night. After leaving the church behind, the darkmage-in training decided to make a name for herself as a wandering cleric and healer, although her true intentions were to swindle strangers for their money and any secrets or other juicy tidbits they had.

4 years after leaving the church and embarking on her continent-wide escapades, the false cleric heard news of a war going on across Elibe, apparently having been started by Bern and their so-called "Unhuman Soldiers". Not wanting anything to do with the carnage to follow, Lucille stumbled across an Outrealm Gate while looking for a place of refuge. She entered and found herself in what she knew for sure wasn't Elibe, although she decided to stay in a nearby village, just to be on the safe side and so she could still go about her shady business as per usual.

Netsuki - Feral Oni Savage

Name: Netsuki

Appearance:


Personality: Befitting of a wild child, Netsuki is very naive, very energetic, and very short-tempered. She often runs away from fights she knows she has no chance of winning, but if a friend is in danger or she's backed into a corner with no other solution, she will fight back fast and hard, letting her anger get the best of her and shifting into a fit of violent anger. However, Netsuki tries to avoid situations like this and doesn't like showing off her wrathful side around her friends or other people she holds dear to her.

Biography: Continent and Time Period of Origin: Unnamed Continent (Hoshido), War of Revelations

Netsuki is the long-lost daughter of Kumagera, an Oni Chieftain serving under Hoshido's army. She was born a member of the Fire Tribe and as an infant was on good terms with Rinkah, daughter of the tribe's patriarch and leader. However, when she was 4 years old, kitsune from the Beast Tribe invaded the village, stole her away and raised the young Netsuki as one of their own.

As an adoptive child of feral beasts, Netsuki soon became much like her adoptive family in nature and often went out scavenging for food with fellow kitsune, as well as helping to defend the village whenever it came under attack and even participated in nightly rituals. Due to being so active around for such a long period of time, as well as having Fire Tribe heritage, Kumagera's daughter's body and physical capabilities skyrocketed in condition, having the stamina and muscle endurance of a typical Oni Savage, as well as the raw speed to rival that of a kitsune.

14 years after being abducted from her home in the Fire Tribe, Netsuki stumbled upon a horde of almost invisible soldiers while scavenging for food as per routine. Instinctively, she tried fighting them off, but once they proved too much for her to handle, the feral child quickly retreated and found an Outrealm Gate, promptly entering the strange object in hopes of it taking her away from this predicament. She found herself in the wilderness of a place she was not familiar with, and wandered around in search of civilization or any sort of intelligent life.

Ken'ko - Lucky Swordmaster (WIP)

Name: Ken'ko

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Biography: Continent and Time Period of Origin: Valm (Chon'sin), TBA

[Aether Spawn]

Rhys

Personality
Rhys stands rather plainly compared to her coworkers. She, by all means, isn't the brightest in the bunch; nor is she the loudest. She simply follows orders without questioning them, and entertains herself while she works day dreaming about this or that. Though she isn't completely hollow of a person. She does have ideas and wants on occasion, but her usually weak will forcing any of her wishes to be diverted into something more useful to those around her.

Rhys also has this rather perverse intrigue. While she'll gladly perform mildly at whatever task given, remaining impossibly straight-faced throughout the whole job; one can easily gather a rise out of our poor tool by offering the sweet satisfactory feeling of pain. The awakening rush of adrenaline, the sharp, crisp throb to wounded areas that make her feel alive, and the mystery of how bad each wound could possibly be before the human body breaks. Rhys feels empowered by this, giving her reason to give more effort or even sway her from her actual duties.

Biography
Born the third daughter of the family and a native of Ylisse, Rhys got by any way she could. Her sisters usually secured the better outcomes in their endeavors either from being born first or from simply being at the right place at the right time. Rhys survived mainly off of scraps and going from one job to another.

Rhys started her military career shortly after being banished from the blacksmith's apprenticeship for finding fascination with the red-hot metals used to craft swords and the like. She initially wanted something more supportive, like tending the horses, but with the increase of in threat of these Outrealm Demons, she was talked into training into one of the guards.

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Anastasia

Personality
Anastasia is a professional butler. From the house she served, nothing but the best was ever expected from her. Of course, she wasn't alone, and she was buy far never considered the best in the house; but she was still leagues above the other common servants in the kingdom as she served only the wealthiest, most respected family other than the Monarchy itself. Her job required her to be skillful in every task imaginable, able to dedicate hours of perfected service without the need of rest.

She wasn't that good however. But she never failed to get the job done. She always provided quality results, even if not in an as timely of a manor as was expected. She always pushed through all hardships with sheer determination fueled by her sense of duty to uphold the family name.
Biography
Anastasia was the adopted sister into a family of butlers in the kingdom of Aarn. She doesn't know much about her real family, being left on the doorstep without anything to go off of. But the family was kind, so long as she worked. Years went by since her adoption, and her place in the family was well known between the other butlers. Trouble rarely ever befell her, but they were always undoubtedly her fault whenever they occurred.

Then, in a day without warning, the house was in complete uproar. An outrelm gate had appeared directly in the backyard of the family estate. The king's forces were moving in to put a handle on the situation, but not before the lord of house ordered part of his staff to move in and disperse the gate themselves (along with bringing back a few artifacts for the lord's collection). Of course, not just anybody could go. Much of the staff were crucial to the daily operations of running the estate; and with guests arriving, they would need more help than they were ready to let go.

And so, the duty fell to a family of 10 that had served the lord and his family for generations. They were all prodigies in their own right, but all had a few shortcomings that made them poor for multitasking. And protection would no longer be of an issue while the gate was leaking trouble into their world. And so, Anastasia and her adopted brothers stepped into the gate with their mission in hand. If only she'd hadn't been separated upon arrival.

Billy

Personality
Growing up, Billy was fascinated with the conflict between bandits and town guards. Watching the guards be completely turned around by robbers and con artists gave him as much joy as if seeing a superhero save the world from the mad evil scientist at the end of each episode. So it was natural that Billy would imitate his heros, warping his sense of right and wrong to that which the world was free game so long you either had your wits or your strength.
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Appearance: https://plus.google.com/u/0/photos/101996166750488998078/albums/6355136449933920785/6355136451073961746

and her Wyvern Kadal



When riding her Wyvern, she stands, hunched over with her legs bent and a single rope tied to the collar of the wyvern, which is strapped to the beast's throat and around the wings, the rope that she tugs are on the shoulder blades of the beast. She keeps this rope taunt and wrapped around her hand. The spear she uses is held above her head in preparation to throw from the grip. It has a chain for her to pull it back to her after the strike and retrieve or to keep it after a wyvern sweeping strike. The beast stays close to the ground and ready to pounce.

Personality: By-tor strives for nothing more than strength and willing to gain it only through perseverance and battle. She sees little value in people who cannot fight, and even with that only sees people who are able to take damage as truly worthy fights in most situations. She does not show much interest in anything more than fighting and proving herself superior to others. When By-tor does come across someone with these aspects to them she will revere them as both a rival and a chummy friend. With these types of people, she is very rough and rude in a way that you would to a close friend and tends to spend more time talking to them. To others she is generally standoffish and rude, going so far as to disrespect them if they grow annoying to her. Similarly, she is very blunt, stating what is on her mind when it's on her mind. She has a very simple outlook on life, seeing little value in money, fame or a family, only in self-betterment and strength. She is genuinely mystified by magic, as it is new to her.

In combat, she is a savage, brutal being that has very little morality for her foes. She is not one to talk much to foes and when she does it's mere to put them down. She fights like a stray dog, willing to do anything to win, and practically abuses her dragon, using it like it has no worth, often times swear obscenities to it or tug on the Reins hard enough to choke it for a moment. It is here when she actually seems the nicest to her compatriates, complementing them on their skill and prowess, but is equally as harsh when they find themselves very injured.

Biography: By-tor lived way long ago, far before the stories taking place in Elibe, during the time of dragons. People were primitive then, and wyverns were scarcely tamed. Like a decent amount of time before the games. She was sold by her parents to work as the house servant for hunters. They ended up trying to take on a really strong wyvern that was abducting and eating people in large quantities. So they failed and it followed them back. A large battle ensued and ended with a young By-Tor claiming him and the hunters dead.

[Lady Athena]

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Nyx is a timid manakete, she would prefer to negotiate rather than use her powers. She is slightly nervous when she first meets people, but after getting to know people she is loyal to them. When she uses her powers she has no control over her own actions, so she tends to find herself turning on everyone including her allies. She is unstable and thus has tried to be a pacifist

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That one place… With the houses… And everything else normal

[Crimson Raven]

The Sorcerer in Glasses

"Magic is not merely a tool, but an art."

"My name? Ah, yes. What is in a name? If you call something by it, does that make it as such?"
Character Name: Sanctus Xenon

"I am from Plegia, however I hold no loyalty to King, Country, or Cult."
Race/Orgins: Human/Plegia

"Undoubtedly."
Gender: Male

"Young enough."
Age: 30

"Tactician Xenon, at your service, but on the battlefield, what I say goes."
Class: Tactician

Weapons:

• Iron Katana
• Flux

Appearance:
Tall lean and pale-skinned with keen intelligent eyes, it is immediately obvious that he is possed of a scholarly disposition. His face is clean shaven and youngish, he looks to be in his mid-twenties.

For his day to day clothing, he dresses rather flamboyantly and richly, with quality cloth, gold embroidery and even small gemstones. His most iconic piece of clothing is a large mantle, trimmed in gold, solid black on the outside and rich purple on the inside. He wears it over a dark orange tunic that he wears open at the front to reveal a beige shirt with black designs. He also wears grey trousers tucked into a pair of black laced up riding boots. On his hands are a pair of long, shiny black gloves that reach up to his elbow. All of his clothing is fastidiously kept tidy and clean. Completing his ensemble are a pair of scholarly glasses on his face that can be magicaly affixed so as to not be knocked off.

Other:

• Money/Supplies for traveling (food, tent, water, ect)
• A collection of tomes on various subjects, from magic to cooking
• Glasses case, with a spare pair of glasses inside.
• Notepad and a travel set of quills and ink.
• A piece of fluff

Personality:

Sanctus is a mysterious man with a cunning mind and a sly, scarcastic, dry wit. He acts flamboyantly friendly to people, but he hides a cold, calculating, manipulative, and selfish personality behind that amiable mask. He is also an incurable flirt, quick with a compliment and flattery for the fairer sex. Whether that is an act or a quirk of his is up for debate. He can be egotistical at times, even worse, he often has a reason to be. Not much of a team player, he prefers to give orders rather then receive them. His passion and obsession lies in the study and use of magic of all kinds, Anima, Dark, and Light.

Background/History:

Get comfortable, this is quite a tale.

Continent and Time Period of Origin: Ylisse, Current day

Sanctus' father was part of a traveling troupe. He was, ironically, a stage magician, who incorporated a touch of real magic to his tricks. The troupe was small, but well known, especially for going to out-of-the way places to perform. His mother, Plegian Dark Mage who had joined them during a trip through Plegia,

Marcus's father and the dark mage eventually fell in love. They were never formaly married, but they came together anyway. For a year, they were happy and she was soon pregnant. She gave birth to Santus. She was soon pregnant again, however, this time something went wrong, and she died giving birth to his sister.

After that, his father was never the same. He grew depressed, strove to drown his grief in drink. He never was a proper father to Marcus. Eventually his performances suffered so badly, that they were kicked from the troupe since he no longer made money, he was no longer worth anyting to them. Marcus's father slowly grew worse and worse, and one day, he just disappeared. Gone without a trace, leaving a young Sanctus and his sister as an orphans on the streets of a random city.

Fortunately, Sanctus is the resourceful type, he had received rudimentary magic traing from his father and mother and at this time, his talent began to blossom and grow. He scraped together a harsh living, doing odd jobs, and more then once resorting to theft. His magic aided him in this, but it also drew the attention of a conclave of Sages who had their base in that city. The found him, took him in, and gave him to their order to train him. It was there his hunger for knowledge awakened. He was a keen student, absorbing and comprehending their teaching at an alarmingly fast rate. Some of them feared his growth, while others encouraged it. There he learned much of tactics and magic. His meteoric rise was halted suddenly by a certain incident. The details are unknown, but the result was Marcus's immediate and perminate expulsion, and the disappearance of his sister.

Even after that indecent, Marcus still hungered for knowlage. He traveled the land researching magic. It was his passion and obsession. For a decade and a half, he wandered the land, learning and growing in skill with magic. He earned himself something of a infamous reputation, and people startd calling him the 'Sorcerer in Glasses' and he is wanted in several lands for stealing secret tomes of magic. He eventually joined with the groupe Yilisse was gathering for three reasons; one the pay was good, two, the out-realm gates and demons reek with magic and he wants to study them, three, the gates lead beyond to worlds filled with possibilities and powerful magic.

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ryth Thryne WIP

Character Name: Ryth Thryne

Race/Orgins: Human/Plegia

Gender: Male

Age:24

Class: Samurai

Weapons:
Iron Katana

Personality: Ryth is a no nonsense warrior. when it comes to getting things done he will not hesitate to get it done with or without people helping him. this follows onto his willingness to take orders. he may question what people tell him to do but if he is told to head out and attack an enemy he will not refuse the command. out of combat though he is very... recluse, he doesn't seem to fancy talking to groups of people nor will he usually go out to talk to someone and if he is approached the other person might find him deep in thought for some reason.

Biography: