[CHAR] Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

[LordVoldemort]

Prince Eli Estali

_{E L I E S T A L I}

_{Character Theme}

Spoiler/A Few Years Later...

_{"My father entrusted this heirloom to me. If I can't preserve my family name and my people, then who will?"}

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Class: Lord (Mage)

Title(s): Prince Eli, Crown Prince, Heir of Estala

Birthplace: Estala, Greymont

Race: Beorc

Age: Fifteen

Inventory: The Estali Family Heirloom, a Fire Tome, and a Wind Tome.

Other: Suffers from a fear of Dragons/Wyverns and travelling out in the water. Being a member of the Royal Family, the Estalis, Eli is capable of using any of the three Anima types, provided he has their respective tomes.

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When one thinks of the name 'Estali', great leaders and conquerors are usually the first to come in mind. With Eli, this cannot be farther from the truth. A passionate youth with more dedication to learning magic and learning about the world, Eli is far from taking up the mantle of a leader. His mind is constantly racing on other matters than what is currently at hand. Even his own bravery is put into question by most who meet the young man. He is not without his positive features however. As most Estali are, Eli is noteworthy of his kind heart and eagerness to resolve a matter as peacefully as possible. Conflict without reason is a worthless endeavor and only fuels the flames for more conflict, Eli was taught. Perhaps his greatest characteristic is his inquisitive mind on Anima and the ability to interpret tomes far easier than most mages, another fine quality passed down the Estali bloodline.

Another interesting quality that Eli displays is a lack of romantic feelings, unlike how most boys around his age begin to harbor such thoughts in their pubescent minds. Most advances upon the Prince are met with a polite apology and an easy denial. He has been shown to give a cold shoulder or even a verbal jab to others who try to flirt with him, so long as they keep it up. This, along with his intensive practice with Anima and exploratory tendencies, have made his father aggravated and even scared at the thought of being unable to continue the bloodline. Of course, just like he does with those who push him, his father is met with a cold shoulder.
Despite this, Eli has shown to be quite polite to women, even chivalrous to an extent.

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When word spread of the prince being born, celebrations and festivals dotted the landscape. For centuries the Estalian Royal Family, the Estali, had governed with wisdom to bring the kingdom to its current glory. With another king on the way, everything seemed to go smoothly. The boy grew up as most Estali do; discovering the world around them. The inquisitive and exploratory nature Estali are born with developed them into leaders, struggling to understand the world around them. When the time was right, all Estali took up leadership roles of some kind at a considerably young age, where their attitudes mellowed and began to see the world from a more logical standpoint. With Eli, this was hardly the case. As an Estali, Eli was naturally born with a talent for Anima. What was unperceived was his passion for understanding it and the impressive ability he had as a pupil. What took a year to understand and process took four months. Scholars were baffled at his skill and pointed to his heritage as being the only possible explanation. With every passing day, Eli looked away from the political scene, and more into the beauty of the world, as well as the magic that he possessed.

Eli's very own father, Erigan the IV, was beginning to worry about the path that he took. If there was even a slight chance that Eli had know desire to fill in his own spot when he died, how would the kingdom run safely? Fear of anarchy and future wars led the king to taking desperate measures to thrust Eli into the political scene of the world. Books on the ancient history of the Estalian tribes, wars fought between rival countries, customary manners expected of a ruler, and even as going as far to match him up with various other noble girls. All of it was done to ready him for when he was to become king, but all of it fell on deaf ears. The boy wanted nothing to do with politics, thrones, or large scale battles. He want to explore the world and adventure with his powers, not coop up in a castle all day.

As the world begins to suffer from rising tensions between countries, Erigan has temporarily set his eyes off of his son in order to defend his kingdom. Eli, free of his fathers pestering, has grown restless of being held in a castle all of his life. With conflict at hand, it seems that Eli just might get his wish...

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Father: Erigan 'IV' Estali

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Current ruling monarch of Estala. Through his guidance, Estala has managed to enter a relatively peaceful state, but recent rising tensions, conflicts, and reports of mysterious happenings have put the King on edge. He is well-known for being a war hero, as well as earning the prize of taking Ceiya's hand during said conflict.

Mother: Ceiya Estali

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Former queen and wife of Erigan. Ceiya was a widely adored lady that Erigan fought in a war for after a dispute between suitors from both Cesadas and Anarcas. She died from complications during child birth.

Uncle: Garen Estali - Erigan's brother and a member of the Counseling Triumvirate, a three-person council with the intention of aiding the king, each with their own respective duties. His duty as the head of the Body of Defense is to ensure Estala's military forces are up to date and performing at peak performance, as well as maintaining security for places of interest.

[Carlyle]

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[Solace]

Renvall Protego

_{R E N V A L L P R O T E G O / / S E V E N T E E N}

_{Character Theme: ginkiha — nightfall (short version)}

_{"It's not like I ever had a choice, anyway."}

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Race: Beorc

Birthplace: The Island—Kingdom of Rozel

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Class: Squire (Sword) ⇨ Gallant (Sword)

Squire — Young aspirants clung to the fleeting dream of knighthood, they are fierce swordfighters on-and-off horseback, and incur zero penalties to their fighting ability when dismounted. When mounted, they are affected by anti-armor and anti-cavalry weapons. When dismounted, they are affected by anti-armor weapons. A variation between the Sword Knight and Mercenary classes.

Gallant — Decorated knights with courage in heart and steel in hand, they are champions to none but the steed they ride, their ascension an echoing fable. When mounted, they are affected by anti-armor and anti-cavalry weapons. When dismounted, they are affected by anti-armor weapons. A variation between the Sword Paladin and Hero classes, lacking the ability to wield axes.

Height: 5'9

Weight: 170lbs

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Morning blue

Complexion: Fair

Body Composition: Lean

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Sharp-tongued and quick-witted, Renvall is more an outsider to the grandeur that is the upper echelons of society, cynical and disillusioned with his path and the world around it. The young boy stands against the principles of tradition, loosely abiding the tenets of chivalry through his own core of beliefs as a human being. His choice of reticence, at times, may cause him to distance himself from others, where he would rather muse among his own thoughts. He is known to dislike optimism, preferring to view things from a realistic standpoint rather than cling to hope.

Where he does not pose a problem in socializing, Renvall is prone to speaking without a filter when his beliefs are thrown into the equation, preferring to be the approached when it comes to ordinary conversations. When it comes to women, he feels more open to speaking with them, where his playful side can be heard. That being said, he adheres to the common association in holding immense contempt for the Laguz, viewing them as sub-human savages and tying into his stubborn nature. While the boy may come off as impolite and disrespectful at times, his quiet demeanor speaks more of his deepest emotions; when his name is called, his heart will show.

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Renvall Protego had very faint memories of his earliest childhood moments. His father, only known to him from his mother by the name of Percival, was a Rozelian Islander, bound through an illicit union that led to his parents' mutual separation. Camellia Protego, a knight-in-service to the Island-Kingdom of Rozel, was his mother. He was granted her family name, as opposed to his father's.

Unaware of his elevation in the status quo due to his mother's title, Ren was always looked upon in a peculiar manner, the child's choice of friends being that of the common folk outside of the palace. The court officials often criticized his lack of interest in 'noble manners' and the like, leading his mother to regularly scold the child into 'proper mannerisms'.

There came a time where the court marshals regarded Renvall's disregard for debonair behavior to be dishonorable, leading to his mother's dismissal from her service to Rozel. While Camellia did not blame the eight-year old for his wish of a simpler life, she viewed his refusal to listen as a failure, and would continue to place pressure upon the boy.

Being a known name around the continent of Aralea had its advantages, and Camellia Protego soon found herself sworn into the service of Estala. Even as Ren was thrust back into the life of the upper class in addition to a newfound responsibility as an older brother, he continually mingled with the commoners throughout his years, whether they were his everyday source of mischief or his solace from an inescapable life.

Ren continued his tutelage as a page to the Estalan family, albeit with disdain. One morning, within the company of his mother and half-brother, Walden, in the busy marketplace, a thief attacked Walden to the surprise of the crowd around them. When the thief revealed itself to be a Laguz of the Tiger Tribe and the bystanders refused to arm themselves in retaliation, the twelve-year old drew his mother's sword from her own scabbard instead.

With little expertise in swordsmanship, Ren could only direct the attention of the beast towards himself, the Laguz delivering a scarring wound before retreating. While this moment would spur the Estalan court to grant him a squireship, he felt that this would only set him further down a path that he never chose to walk, and for the years to come, this remained to be true.

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Father: Percival — Unknown

Mother: Camellia Protego — Alive

Half-Brother (Younger): Walden Protego — Alive

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Steel Sword, Vulnerary

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Goes by "Ren" for short. The name of his horse is Snowball. Growing up among the islands, Ren has a knack for fishing and enjoys being at sea, and dislikes extremely hot weather. He has a notable scar running down the right breast in the form of a tiger's claw.

Maize Bensen

_{M A I Z E B E N S E N / / T H I R T Y - F O U R}

_{Character Theme: Koven — More Than You (Unplugged Version)}

_{"For what it's worth, I felt sorry knowing that you didn't have a chance against me."}

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Title(s): Sir, The Dauntless

Race: Beorc

Birthplace: Blackwater, Anarcas

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Class: Hero

Height: 6'1

Weight: 202lbs

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Brown

Complexion: Fair

Body Composition: Muscular

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As dauntless as his nickname may suggest, Maize can actually appear to be quite the opposite; in the warmth of his home and the halls of his kingdom, he is a loving husband and father to his wife and children, and a frequent jester to those who call him friend. He does have a casual swagger to his tone through the accomplishments that he has claimed, although he himself does not wish to reminisce of those times, showing a stout opposition to killing without a worthy purpose.

While Maize does enjoy fighting of all sorts, he judges the strength of the individual through their own morals and their actions beyond fighting. Like most knights, he holds himself to the code of chivalry, and respects honor and loyalty out of others. He will only use violence if it is to combat violence, not wishing to spill unnecessary blood over any matter. The knight has a habit for attempting to instill these principles and lessons on others, showing an immense care for younger children.

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Life was not all that difficult for Maize Bensen and his family; despite the inclement weather conditions, his father, Mael Bensen, was able to cover the expenses of their livelihood through his mercenary work, possessing many ties to the crown in Blackwater, Anarcas. He was the younger twin to Hassan Bensen, which would later lead to many feuds over who was superior over the other in whatever regard.

By the time the twin brothers were strong enough to hold a blade in their hands, Mael intended on grooming his sons to serve in the Anarcasi Army, putting them through questionably intense training throughout the tundras of Anarcas. They would accompany their father on their first mercenary work at the age of fourteen, and later that year, they were sent into the recruitment drive for the military.

Despite all of his father's emphasis on fighting as a career, Maize himself was not keen on the profession as a killer, and went through the process with many reservations. While he decided to go into the servitude as a squire towards knighthood, his brother would drift from his life momentarily after their separation. Wishing to uphold the law instead of committing what he considered to be barbaric, he sought to hone his swordsmanship ahead, becoming quite the skilled fighter and duelist by the time he turned nineteen years of age.

Watching the fever rise to a pitch between the warring kingdoms concerned Maize greatly, who had been known as a vocal conscientious objector to the war. He would later recount this conflict as 'nothing but a cesspool of selfish murder, the lives of countless people lost over some man's lust.' He holds a grudge towards all of the involved parties to the present day, including his own King Erigan.

As a protector to the realm of Anarcas, Maize was called upon to fight against the Estalans, though their efforts were crushed under the mystical might of the Archsage. While his liege lord fell in the melee that ensued at their castle's gates, he was but the sole survivor of this battle, forced to surrender his service to Anarcas. Within the palace, he would also be among the few to bear witness to the burning of Theodorus and Jaedal.

As shell-shocked and disturbed as he could be, the conflict would only take a greater toll on Maize as he attempted to search for his family, only to find that his mother and younger brother were missing, and his twin brother, Hassan, had slain their father, who had intended on surrendering to the Estalans. This caused the young man to cut down his twin brother, only to bask at his own hands; the hands of a kinslayer. With his dying breath, Hassan Bensen revealed that their mother intended to return to her tribe in Ibion.

While Maize was forced under the servitude of Estala for the remainder of his years to come, he would lighten to the once-hostile kingdom over the times of reparation, though he would remain a squire until his mission to Ibion in search of his mother. The journey would turn for the worst as they were ambushed by a raiding party of tribesman, crippling Sir Lunis, the knight that he was serving under.

In their captivity, Maize was thrown into an arena of sorts, forced into a pit fighting routine for others' entertainment at the expense of his and Sir Lunis' own survival. By the grace of the goddess, the swordfighter survived through the countless rounds of duels to the death, which would grant him his freedom. They rode back to the Estalan capital where Sir Lunis preached to the council of the young man's actions, his speech spawning the nickname, The Dauntless.

In addition, Maize was anointed as a knight of Estala at the age of twenty-three, becoming one of the youngest to ever be knighted in Estalan history. Since then, he has served the crown well, and has been appointed as the guide to Crown Prince Eli Estali in their mission to Rozel.

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Wife: Miranda Bensen (nee Leylal) — Alive

Son (Older): Maize Bensen II — Alive

Daughter (Younger): Amaranta Bensen — Alive

Father: Mael Bensen — Deceased

Mother: Su'lon — Unknown

Brother (Older Twin): Hassan Bensen — Deceased

Brother (Younger): Mendes Bensen — Unknown

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Iron Blade, Hand Axe, Elixir

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His nickname is a not-so-safeguarded secret, and on occasion, he is formally addressed in futility as The Dauntless Sir Maize. Loves to eat corn, and dislikes storms. He has many scars along his arms and body, scattered slashes and cuts from battles long past.

[Zeroth]

Gorou

_{G O R O U}

<sub>Theme Song


"The only reason a warrior is alive is to fight, and the only reason a warrior fights is to win. Otherwise, why be a warrior?" - Miyamoto Musashi

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Class: Myrmidon
Title(s): None
Birthplace: ???, Estala
Race: Beorc
Age: Twenty
Inventory:

• Zanbato - A single-edged blade with a curve more subtle than the usual saber or scimitar, and longer than the usual swords made in this ancient style. The extra length and weight make it difficult to use for an unskilled swordsman, but in the right hands it's especially deadly to cavalry because of its reach.
• Vulnerary - A small cloth satchel containing some kind of bitter tasting, sharp smelling medicinal solution. It disinfects wounds and stimulates the healing process, but it's not much compared to a healer's staff or an Elixir. Contains enough to be used a handful of times before running out.

Other: The quiet, polite, enigmatic aura Gorou exudes is completely and utterly ruined by watching him eat. His appetite is monstrous, and while he's not going out of his way to be disgusting or anything, table manners take a far away backseat to efficiency and quantity. Another, slightly more understandable quirk is that he almost never completely lets go of his sword--when he's bathing, it's in one hand, held away from the water; before he sleeps, he will always tie himself to it. Even when he walks he'll sometimes make unusual movements to keep people or things from bumping into it.

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Aloof and stoic, but not unfriendly, Gorou is a deep thinker who listens more than he speaks. There is a melancholy about him, but under the murky gloom something smolders, an inner fire that seems to have burned down. Once he has decided on something, he will follow it through. If he thinks he can help someone he'll offer advice, but he tries not to impose. The moments when he seems most at peace are the times when he devotes himself to swordsmanship, when introspection gives way to complete focus as he sharpens his skills.

As one might expect of a man devoted to the blade, he doesn't have much of a problem with violence. He doesn't revel in it...but at the same time, he seems cold hearted and uncaring. He doesn't express the "sense of justice" one might expect the wandering swordsman archetype to have, but he doesn't give any mercy to those that come at him either. Things that actually seem to get under his skin, however, and peel back some of the metaphorical mask if not the physical one, include: Discrimination by nobility against the lower classes, several forms of vice (drinking, promiscuity, etc), mistreatment of children, incorrect or sloppy use of a sword (this one really gets to him), and barbarous treatment of an opponent on either side of a fight.

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In days long past, before Estala came into its own as a kingdom, there were different tribes and clans that vied for territory and power. The ancient kings of Estala would unite the land and put that era to an end, but still there are some who keep those memories alive--they are Estalan, make no mistake, but they practice ancient customs for the sake of preserving their history. Gorou comes from such a place, wearing clothes that might seem odd and using a nearly outdated sword style.

Sword schools across Estala--gentlemen's dueling clubs, knightly academies, and defensive fighting halls alike--have begun to hear the rumors by now: Beware the challenge of the masked man. He claims no lineage of swordplay, nor bloodline, and perhaps even his name is a falsehood. He is polite, well-spoken, and willing to meet many conditions others would consider woefully unfair.

Yet once the gauntlet is thrown, the eyes behind that mask are as sharp as the blade in his hands. Though he is younger than one might expect of a professional duelist, it's clear he has immense talent. The first few stories of his duels indicate desperate struggles where his victories were note-worthy precisely because they were unexpected. The latest tales, by contrast, suggest a complete reverse in circumstance. Enough of his opponents are alive to guess that he's not looking for bloodsport, but nothing can be assumed--those who did not survive his challenge were put down with efficiency, with no question to his intent and no sign of reluctance or regret.

He has been seen taking work as a sellsword, here and there, but rarely does he stay in one place for long. He wanders the roads alone, save for the occaisonal bandit who soon regrets their choice of mark.

Where his seemingly endless path leads, only a blade's gleaming edge lights the way...

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Gorou stands an even six feet tall and weighs around 170 pounds. Though they aren't often seen through the slits of his mask, his eyes are a sharp gray-blue, almost silver in the right light. His voluminous clothing hides it somewhat, but he's more muscular than one would think, and an errant pat on the shoulder or arms is like grabbing a solid rock. It can't be seen, obviously, but he has a slight aroma of cloves due to the oils he uses when cleaning his sword.

[Mercurial]

Siran

Name: Siran Vahramyan Arshakuni
Title(s): Though not formally nobility, Siran could be described as the princess of the Arshakuni clan.
Age: 19
Class: Nomad
Race: Beorc
Birthplace: Ibion

Personality: Siran was raised to be a prim and proper heiress of the Arshakuni tribe; to be polite and respectful as well as brave and fearless in combat. So many lessons and reminders and chastisements were heaped upon her that she developed a strong aversion to anything resembling formality or duty. While she puts on airs when anything is expected of her, Siran is usually blunt and plain speaking, unafraid to offend anyone’s sensibilities. While not lazy or negligent by any means, she absolutely hates to be obligated to do anything, and anyone that tells her she has a duty to someone or something will lose any respect she had for them. If Siran is to do anything, she prefers to feel that she has chosen to do so, rather than being shackled to it out of some mystical power of obligation.

What motivates Siran is a call to merriment and diversion; she has no great ambition, and she certainly loathes the idea of feeling a sense of duty to anything. Instead, Siran prefers to go where she might escape the drudgery of life and find something interesting to occupy herself with. She is not beyond being practical, of course, and won’t mind tagging along with some task she doesn’t entirely care for, provided she feels it will take her somewhere intriguing. Siran’s tastes can be broad; it doesn’t matter if it’s good food, a strange new game, or even simply going somewhere new, if she feels it might be interesting, she will follow up on it.

Biography: The Arshakuni clan hails from Ibion, though they have recently been chased from their homeland. For many years, the Arshakuni have been in a blood feud with the Bagratuni clan over an alleged horse theft, though whatever the truth was has been lost to history, and many in the clans do not even remember why they fight. The fighting had been fierce but sporadic, with times of tense peace existing between them, but during the reign of Siran’s father Vahram, the Bagratuni fabricated a damning crime on part of the Arshakuni; they claimed they had been consorting with the pirates of Seeker’s Bay. The Arshakuni were branded traitors to Ibion, and were hunted until they fled towards Estala. Fortunately for them, Estala was magnanimous enough to offer what remained of their clan asylum, and so they pledged loyalty to the kingdom.

Siran was 10 when she arrived in Estala. Since that time, her father and many others in the clan have spared no effort in impressing upon her the importance of training herself that she might serve Estala and one day take vengeance upon the loathsome Bagratuni clan. She heard so much talk about honour, duty, and vengeance that it made her sick, though Siran never openly rebelled against the path that had been laid out before her. As one of the most impressive horseback archers in the clan, Siran was offered as a companion for the prince’s expedition. Siran is in fact quite pleased to be free from talk of her sacred duty, though the look on her face would never betray it.

Inventory: Siran’s prime possession is her short bow, which is a common weapon among the Arshakuni. She also carries a necklace that identifies her as the clan’s heiress. If it could be described that way, she also has her horse, Karabakh, on hand at most times.

[Marlowe]

Rhea Duvalier

Rhea Duvalier

Character Theme - Pride

Title: N/A

Age: Twenty years old

Class: Wyvern Rider

Race: Beorc

Birthplace: Myre, Cesadas

Appearance Description

Hair Color: Raven black

Eye Color: Red

Height: 5'8

Weight: 159 pounds

Description: Long-legged and fair-skinned, Rhea usually keeps her long hair loose and about her shoulders. Her lean figure is suited for combat upon the back of a wyvern.

Personality:
Fiercely loyal and determined, this young wyvern rider will make sure she reaches her goals despite the odds that may be against her. Rhea refuses to become slothful, finding that idleness simply makes her impatient. She is ever alert; there is almost nothing that escapes her sight or hearing. Because of this, she is proud of her capabilities, and makes such a fact known through the way she carries herself. Pride is one of the more common emotions she exhibits, refusing to let her feelings get in the way of her duty. Rarely enough, a shadow of a smile dashes past her lips, but she keeps her guard up most of the time. Dismissive, blunt, and painfully honest, Rhea finds it difficult to form relationships with others due to her straightforward personality. It is only with people that she is close to that she decides to relax a little, and that is when one begins to discover that Rhea thinks of other things rather than her duty as a royal guard.

Backstory: When she was little, Rhea used to be a cheery and upbeat girl. She, along with her younger brother, Caelholdt, fantasized about joining the Cesadian royal guard together. While the both of them were very close, a certain kind of rivalry surfaced between them, especially when their father sought to name one of them heir to the wyvern breeding business he ran alongside their mother. Neither of them desired to be the next head of the household, but favoritism was something both of them wanted. Caelholdt was the one who caught her father's eye the most; he was better than Rhea at everything, whether it be taming wild wyverns or raising them from birth. Despite his younger age, Caelholdt soon won his father's preference, leading to a slight amount of jealousy from his sister.

Their relatively peaceful lives soon came to an end, when their mother asked them to run an errand for her. Rhea, now fifteen, accompanied her thirteen year old brother to the town square in order to gather ingredients for the meal they would eat that night. Unfortunately for them, they were ambushed by a group of ruffians on their way home. The bandits stole the food they bought and robbed them of any coin they might have had left over. Not only did they want their possessions, but their sights soon turned to Rhea. Caelholdt, seeking to defend his older sister, drew the sword he had at his belt in order to fight the band of unruly men. He told his Rhea to run back home, in which she did. Her brother never returned that night, or any night that passed after that.

Her parents began to resent Rhea. She was blamed for Caelholdt's death, and they deemed that she had been willing to get him out of the way in order to inherit their fortune. For a time, Rhea attempted to live through her mother's and father's coldness. But eventually, their distant natures turned into abusive ones, and there were times where Rhea was left unfed. It was when Rhea was sixteen that she decided she had enough; she left home in the middle of the night with one of her father's wyverns and headed towards the harbors. With the connections that her father forged with sailors and traders, she found a way to sail across the sea with her wyvern.

Icarus and Rhea became extremely close during the preceding travels, and the beast stuck at her side even when she joined the Estalan army. Her talents allowed her to blaze through the ranks, eventually earning her a spot within the royal guard of the Estali nobles. At twenty years old, Rhea was told she would have to protect the crown prince on his journey to the isles to the north. It was then that Rhea made a decision. She would guide and care for Eli as if he were her own blood. There was no way that she would let anything happen to him like she let happen to Caelholdt-- not even over her dead body.

Inventory: A steel lance and a couple of herbal remedies she makes sure to take with her on her travels. Her tattered, leather satchel contains the instruments she uses to clean Icarus' scales.

Other: Rhea is extremely close to and protective over Prince Eli, and cares for him deeply. She also shares a strong bond with her wyvern, Icarus.

Aeryn

Aeryn

Character Theme - Okami: Cherry Blossom

Title: N/A

Age: Eighteen

Race: Fox Laguz

Birthplace: Somewhere on the scorching plains of Mirivia

Human Appearance Description

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Canary yellow

Height: 5'5

Weight: 135 pounds

Description: Being a fox Laguz, it makes sense for Aeryn to have a rather voluptuous figure. Her bust is rather large, though it is not large enough to be a hindrance. Atop her head sprout two long, black ears that swivel and twitch as she listens to her surroundings. A grayish tail with scarlet highlights billows behind her, and Aeryn tends to it well. Her skin is somewhat tan from roaming about, and her glowing yellow irises encircle slit pupils.

While Aeryn prefers to clothe herself in wondrous garbs, her state of being at the moment forces her to hide the aspects of being a Laguz. A tawny cowl hides her fox-like ears and the glow of her eyes, and the length of her cloak does not allow her tail to come into view. The sound of chiming, akin to the tinkling of bells, rings out from beneath her shroud of clothing.

Transformed State Appearance Description

Aeryn, in her beast form, retains her long, black pointed ears and yellow eyes. Most of her body is gray, save for her legs, which are black-colored. Her fur bears russet undertones, which are most noticeable around her neck, sides, and tail. The top of her tail is a gray color, while the bottom is the same reddish hue found along the rest of her body. In reality, her appearance is extremely similar to a cross between a gray fox and a silver fox. She stands at 3'6 at the shoulder and weighs about one hundred pounds.

Personality:
The embodiment of mischief and cunning, there's nothing Aeryn likes more than having fun. Dreams of adventure and grandeur always flood her thoughts, and she fantasizes about roaming the lands, meeting different types of people, and finding treasure. She enjoys playing pranks and teasing others, often to the point of planting herself in deep amounts of trouble. Although this might be the case, Aeryn always finds a way of getting herself out of sticky situations, whether it be with bribes or (usually un-kept) promises. Despite her trickery and deceit, Aeryn is proud of her heritage-- there's no one alive that will make her feel bad for being a Laguz. Upset her, or question her beliefs, there is nothing that will hold her tongue back from speaking her mind.

Even though she has a sufficient amount of flaws, she almost always maintains a friendly air about her. Aeryn is always willing to make friends and allies, unless she truly dislikes certain individuals. She is fairly social and talkative, craving interaction from those around her. There are times where she seems flirtatious, but only exhibits such a trait towards men that catch her eye. All in all, Aeryn is a expressive and passionate Laguz, despite her crude nature.

Backstory:
The earliest memory Aeryn can remember is being carried around on her elder sister's back, scouring the desert alongside the rest of their tribe. Having never known their father, Nyota's and Aeryn's mother entrusted their well-being with the tribe-members before her own death. The two were taken care of by friends of their mother as if they were their own blood, teaching them how to hunt and defend themselves from rival tribes and even humans. One thing they did not teach Nyota and her, however, was how to spot and avoid traps laid out by humans. When Aeryn was thirteen, both her and her twenty year old sister were caught in bear traps hidden underneath shallow sand near the plains while they were scrounging around for food. For hours, Nyota tried to get them out of the situation; her older sister struggled to pry open the sharp objects that had clamped tightly around their ankles. Her efforts were futile, for the humans soon came upon them, spiriting them away over the northern border and into Cesadas.

Nyota's wound became infected during their captivity, plaguing her with a desperate fever that made her skin pale and her fur dull. The trappers found no use for her, having found her beauty tarnished by disease and infection. They no longer fed or watered her, and eventually, she perished in a cage far from Aeryn's own. In fact, it took many weeks for her to be told that her elder sister died at the hands of trappers. It was why most of the humans put all of their attention on her-- she was the only fox Laguz they had, and because of that, she was extremely valuable on the market.

Only a few days passed before a strange occurrence happened where they were being kept. Several humans, with hushed words and only wary looks, began to release the Laguz from their cages and bindings. Aeryn, hateful for what the trappers did to her sister and what they were currently doing to her people, was confused due to the humans' actions. Though, freedom was freedom, and she gladly took the chance to escape along with the rest of the Laguz. The humans had even granted them a trip across the ocean to the continent of Aralea, through their connections with the sailors on the ports of Cesadas. It was then that Aeryn figured that not all humans were bad, as most Laguz stated; there were good and bad humans, just like how there were good and bad Laguz.

When Aeryn arrived on the shores of Ibion, she realized that she really had no idea where to go from there. She had lost her sister, and the trauma of being caught by trappers made her too afraid to find a way back to her tribe. As a fourteen year old Laguz, she realized that she would have to adapt to her situation, and adapt fast, at that. Luckily for her, Ibionese people were rather tolerant of other races and cultures. At least, they were more tolerant than most of the humans she had encountered so far. Whenever she settled in a place for longer than usual, she made a living as a merchant, selling her less desirable objects to those who did not adventure and find treasures themselves. Most of the time, however, Aeryn has been, and continues to be, a free-roaming adventurer. She has explored the entire continent of Aralea, and currently seeks to broaden her horizons and find new places to visit.

Inventory:
A small pouch that contains precious things she finds on her travels. Such objects range from glimmering coins to shiny stones.

Other: Has a keen sense of smell and hearing, and is able to catch scents and sounds that others could overlook. Aeryn is able to remain out of sight for an extended amount of time, bearing a skill that allows her to sneak past people without being detected.

[Redneckatron]

Zachary Nyrid

_{Z A C H A R Y N Y R I D}

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_{"Actions speak louder than words. Well, more so in my case than anyone else."}

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Class: Bard

Title(s): None

Birthplace: Ibion, Perten

Race: Beorc

Age: Seventeen

Inventory: Zachary carries his grandfather’s lute with him always, never letting it out of his sight. He also carries a satchel that carries miscellaneous items: whatever spare currency he’s acquire, a journal and pen, tobacco and matches, as well as small non-perishable provisions. Fitted into his hat is his grandfather’s pipe, which he occasionally uses. A wanderer needs not much.

Other: He’s quite overprotective of both his hat and his lute. Both are gifts to him left by his grandfather to carry on his mission. If someone were to attempt and take these items from him, Zachary would protest greatly. Another thing noteworthy is that, although flirtatious sometimes, Zachary carries little intention of settling down. If something were to spark he would surely fan the flames, but he is not actively seeking a life settling down with a family. He has a mission to carry out before he tends to his innate desires, but as his grandfather always said, “Life can happen at any moment, so enjoy it while it lasts.” Lastly, he speaks in broken tongue sometimes mixing both the international language and the Ibion tongue. This is rare and only occurs when he is speaking without thinking.

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As with all Bards comes a kind soul that loves teaching people the joys of music. Wherever Zachary goes, it’s with a smile on his face as he plays the lute like it is an extension of his own self. He is a young, passionate boy dedicated to a life of bringing the beauty of music to life. Zachary approaches any situation he can with a kind and merciful heart, for that is the way his grandfather taught him. However, he is not without negativity. He carries the guilt of leaving his mother and father at a young age everywhere he goes. Zachary only wishes them the best, but he has a mission to revive the Nyrid family name as prestigious musicians. It was a legacy left to him by his grandfather. If his father was not up to the task, then Zachary will gladly step up to the mantle. The guilt he carries does not weigh him down too much. Instead, it ties him back home and gives him a reason to return once his quest is complete. Zachary is a man driven by his passion for music and he intends on making a name for himself.

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Zachary was born into a poor household in the city of Perten, a northern city of Ibion. Ages ago his ancestors once played music for any royalty willing to request their talents. Their musical talent was unrivaled for generations, and the way they produced such music almost seemed magical to spectators. Alas, those are only the stories Zachary heard from his grandfather when his parents were out on the fishing boat. Zachary’s father always complained that grandfather should not be teaching his boy such nonsense, but Zachary’s grandfather always just shrugged him off. Nobody had played an instrument in this family since ancient times according to Zachary’s father.
Zachary knew better than this; in fact, he’s heard better. Whenever Zachary’s mother and father took to the fishing boat for work, his grandfather would bring over his lute to play music while telling Zachary of his heritage. The stories were spoken almost lyrically as his grandfather played every day. Zachary’s ancestors did not only play music for royal events. They inspired soldiers in the middle of battle to rally the troops and keep on the fight. His grandfather would always somehow manage to tell a new story every day about the ways of his heritage for years of Zachary’s life. It wasn’t until his teens that Zachary was taught the ways of the lute and the magical sounds he could make.
However, with everything gained something must be lost. One day Zachary’s mother and father came home early in the middle of his lute lessons. Zachary’s father was furious, betrayed by Zachary’s grandfather for going behind his back. It was on that day that Zachary’s grandfather was cast from their household, never to be seen from again. Zachary was upset by his father’s reaction and rebelled in the only way he knew how: playing his grandfather’s lute and the music he was taught. His father soon grew wary of his son’s actions and attempted to destroy the lute with Zachary present. Zachary struck his father and fled from the house that day with lute in hand.
Zachary wandered further north from then on, earning spare currency from passersby he played for. He was on a personal quest to find his grandfather and thank him for all he taught. The stories he heard took place in the great kingdom of Estala and that was where he traveled. Along the way he somehow acquired a red-breasted grosbeak as a companion. He neither fed nor offered it a place to rest, but it would always find Zachary every time he played his music. And thus the two traveled northward into Estala, in search of a master gone by.

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Father: Yakuso Nyrid - A self-taught fisherman by trade. He did not buy into Angelo's stories and musical lessons like Zachary did. Yakuso believes that those story are mere children's tales and that the only true meaning in life is the profit earned from hard work and labor.

Mother: Isabella Nyrid - A woman whom was taught the trades of fishing by her own family. As much as she tried to participate in raising Zachary, she reluctantly passed that responsibility onto Angelo whom was more avaialbe to watch her child. Isabella wishes that her work wasn't as demanding as it was.

Grandfather: Angelo Nyrid - Zachary's sole reason for his passion in music. He was taught how to play by his own grandfather, and used the knowledge and talent he possessed to pass on the mantle to his own grandchild.

Thanks LordVoldemort for copy and pasting everything into formatting for me!

[Lord Orgasmo]

Albus

Appearance:
Almost always seen wearing his armor, Albus stands at an impressive 6'3. Complementing his vertical greatness, Albus has impressive bulk. Not like that of say, a bodybuilder, or a barbarian, but enough to make most folk think twice about picking a fight.

Name: Albus Ecco

Age: 24

Class: Mercenary.

Race:Beorc.

Birthplace: Ibion, Aralea.

Personality: To Albus, it's not the destination, but the adventure there. Although he supposes the destination could be pretty important as well. Despite his age, he still has that childlike wonder. When acting like a person his age, Albus prefers to be around friends, and share stories of their travels. Albus could be called a hoarder. He loves old ancient things, almost as if they were trophies of past adventures.

Biography: Albus has always been on the road. Since his birth in Ibion, he's wandered around the country with his family. And their friends, of course. Traveling in a Nomad group, Albus simply had to know everybody. He learned everything there was to know about his friends, and was loved by all. During his time as a Nomad, he learned to live off the land. How to hunt for food. How to survive. Being a Nomad wasn't easy, but Albus worked hard to support himself and the others. One day, after a month long journey, they reached the top of an enormous mountain. Or, at least it was to him. Albus looked on at the view. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Years passed, and that view had still stayed with him. He was 20 years old now, and he decided to take on the world. He knew there were more spots like that all over the world. Just one more time. He wanted to see a sight like that just one more time. Wandering alone for a year, Albus trained with a sword. An Iron Blade to be exact. A heavy two handed double edged sword. He felt like a god of the battlefield, swinging around his fierce blade. As he explored, his enemies stood no chance. Bandits and brigands would crumple under the mighty cleave of his sword. Eventually, he met up with a band of adventurers. Yet this memory is so surpressed, he can't even remember their names. These hearty fellows would go all across the continent, looking for anything to explore. Ruins, mountains, caves, you name it, they were there. Until one night, his party was attacked by brigands. Ambushed, the party tried desperately to defend themselves. Yet the night was lost, and Albus only barely managed to escape with his life.

Broken, he wandered not for the adventure, but to seek out someone or something to help fix him. Then he remembered. The view. Making the journey once more up the mountain he and his Nomad friends had climbed before. He looked on at the view. It was just like he remembered. Reinvigorated, he set off once more. He continued to do what he always loved, exploring, and meeting new folks. The horrid memory of his past crew successfully buried, he looks for a new merry band to join.

Inventory: An Iron Blade sits in its scabbard on Albus' back. He keeps a spare, just in case. You can find it sticking out of the top of his bag. Speaking of which, in his bag, several baubles from his past adventures can be found. An ancient scroll, which probably doesn't say anything important, a small vial containing vulnerary, and the hilt of his first sword. The blade is stuck in some Bandit's chest. He also keeps a pouch full of gold coins in his bag.

Other: Albus can be a bit of a hoarder. Finders keepers, after all.

[Kazemitsu]

Gaivred

Appearance Picture

Name: Gaivred
Title(s): N/A
Age: 23
Class: Axe Knight
Race: Beorc
Birthplace: Estala
Appearance Description:
Gaivred could best be described as a bear of a man, big and fuzzy. Standing at about five foot ten inches and roughly two hundred sixty pounds. Thick muscle hidden beneath a layer of padding and very sun darkened. Hidden beneath the helm is a head of jet black hair a little on the long side and tousled more often than not. His eyes, resting under those thick black eyebrows, are sunken like caves. They brown colored with odd gold 'flakes' mixed in at the right light. His nose, which is broad, is a little crooked from repeated breakings. A strong jaw accentuates some of his masculine facial features. His mouth is a little wide and on the thinner side of average.


Personality:
Gaivred is blunt, just so incredibly blunt. Meaning he doesn't deal with flowery language or beating around the bush. There isn't a subtle bone in Gaivred's body, and sometimes that causes trouble. Then again he's completely oblivious about it which mitigates some of that trouble. Which is why he learned early on in life to just shut up. Of course that doesn't always work since he has quite the temper. Another cause for trouble in his life since it seems to be so easily triggered. Part of the reason he was nicknamed Bear honestly.

Aside from those little faults he's a nice enough guy. Tends to follow the way knights are supposed to walk. Honorable, loyal, and chivalrous. Although while he follows their way he's not unthinking, he doesn't do what he's told to if it sounds fishy. He'll act like he does until he finds out what is what and has always done so since he was a young lad. Another thing that gets him in trouble it seems. He does not having the best of luck but his capabilities tend to outweigh his troublesome nature.

Biography:
Gaivred has always had knightly qualities about him. Well the storybook ones anyway, the whole chivalry code that had been written down. Unfortunately as he got older he saw that knights didn't seem to abide by this code,. They were human after all and humans could be corrupted. It was during a small campaign that the incident happened that turned him into what he is today. A wanderer with a heavy chip on his shoulder for the nobility.

It was the night after a good battle, loses were low and the enemy sent running. The other knights and soldiers were merrymaking. But Gaivred's sober ears caught something that didn't fit the celebrations. Muffled screams coming from the floor above. So off the young knight went to investigate the sounds of distress, his heavy axe at his side. Locating the room he had heard the sounds from he quietly opened it. It was a well maintained door so there was nary a squeak, not that it'd be heard by the party going on down below.

It took his eyes a moment to register what was going on. But he flew into a rage when it finally registered. Entering the room he slammed the flat of his axe into the man performing such a vile act on an unwilling partner. The force was strong enough that the man hit the wall several feet away. Only to reveal Gaivred's superior officer, a rather high standing noble. That was the only thing that stayed his hand from sending the edge of that steel axe into his face. Turning his attention from the dazed officer he helped the poor girl.

Unfortunately the act, while good, had consequences. His superior officer was just given a warning and stern talking to. But otherwise nothing was done for the act. Gaivred however was stripped of his rank, removed from his post, and exiled to keep him quiet and out of the way. He hadn't done enough damage to warrant an execution, just wounded the mans pride. Gathering his things, he didn't have much really, he left with a more keen eye to the wrongdoing of those in power.

Gaivred started traveling the world at this point. Upholding the chivalrous order knights were supposed to be doing. Not this shadow that they tended to do, doing what they could to gain and not give.

Inventory:

• Steel axe

  
  : A rather large single sided axe with a blunt spike counterweight for balance. A simple weapon made of steel.
• Vulnerary: A medicinal solution used for healing minor wounds. (3 Uses))
• Hatchet

  
  : His back-up weapon is a simple one handed battleaxe. Typical trumpet shaped head with a hardwood handle.

Other: His mannerisms are quite odd, almost the opposite of what everyone else does. If he's looking off to the side, as if looking for something in the distance, you have his complete attention. If he looks like he's watching you with his undivided attention his brain is elsewhere thinking of 'more important' things.

His horse, since he's still classed as a knight, is a mare of the Morgan breed. A good and sturdy horse that he raised himself.

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Theme:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06H_6oI4EK4&list=PL216F3BA2E2B141C3&index=47

[Tala Avana]

Tiu Feir

Appearance Picture:

Name: Tiu Feir
Title(s): N/A
Age: 18
Class: N/A
Race: Cat Laguz
Birthplace: Mirivia

Appearance Description: Stands at 5 feet tall, is rarely seen without her cloak on and never seen without her armor. A portion of her old scars from her inprisonment that can be seen on her forearms, but most of them are covered by her gloves and shoulder guards. Beneath the hood she has short brown hair that seems to remain untamed at all time. Her Laguz form is quite large, standing at almost 3 feet at the shoulder and weighing in at almost 200 pounds.

Personality: Tiu is a very methodical and close to the chest type of person, as for the last portion of her life she's had to hide almost everything about herself from others around her in fear of being attacked or captured. Everything needs to be thought out, planned for and executed perfectly for her, as she refuses to let her freedom be taken from her. She dislikes violence and will only fight if she has to, or if someone she cares for is threatened. Even then she carries no weapons and fights with only her hands and feet, using her speed and strength from her Laguz blood to catch people by surprise.

Biography: Hailing from Mirivia, Tiu spent the first 8 years of her life quite happily, growing up in a small tribe that kept on the move, avoiding trappers and other groups that meant them ill. This quickly came to an end when the tribe moved too close to Cesadas' border and attracted the attention of a large trapper group. The attack was fast and brutal, leaving many of the older Laguz dead or injured and the younger ones captured to be trained and traded, Tiu included. After almost a year a buyer from Ibion took interest and purchased her to have as a slave maid, the traders promising that she had been broken in already. This was proven wrong as when the ship had almost reached the shores of Ibion, she managed to pick her cage lock, knock over a lantern and flee the burning ship, swimming to land before disappearing. Over the next 7 years, she struggled to survive with no one to help, no family to rely on or friends to speak of. She learned to hide everything about herself that might give her true nature away, from never making eye contact so others wouldn't see the slight glow to her eyes to eating in small bites to keep her sharp teeth concealed. Her hair was naturally unruly and easily covered her ears if she keeps them folded down while her tail was kept curled around her waist. However, on a chance encounter, she ran into none other than the Crown Prince Eli. While wary, a small part of her mind began thinking, becoming more dangerous as time went on and the two of them eventually met a number of times away from prying eyes, sharing some of her wanderings and adventures to the curious Beorc. While she never told him her full secret, she began trying to make him her friend, in hopes that when he some day ascended the throne, he might have a better outlook on her kind.

Inventory: Tiu travels light, only carrying around a set of lockpicks at all times, as well as a small purse of coins.

Other: Tiu retains a mild fear of direct contact from her year of 'training' by the trappers, as well as being afraid to let anyone close enough to touch her head in case they feel the odd shapes in her hair. This often has her sleeping in out-of-reach areas such as trees or rafters.

[Tenma Tendo]

Thunder Mage, Fei Sima

✾Fei Sima✾

• "Stop trying to make me something I'm not!" •

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• Fei Sima • Male • 14 • Thunder Mage • Beorc • Born Blackwater, Anarcas •
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Appearance: Fei a rather petite young boy standing at four feet and seven inches exactly. He has slightly long baby blue hair with some of it being tied back by a darker colored bow, similar colored eyes, and pale white skin. He's normally seen wearing a white collared short sleeved shirt with a loose red bow tie, blue shorts, similar colored suspenders, and black shoes with white socks. Over top these clothes, Fei has on a blue dress with white trimmings.

Personality: Fei is a calm and collected individual with a head for the big picture. He has an easygoing personality and is unhealthily devoted to his comrades, despite appearing emotionless and blunt most of the time. He is an extremely focused individual when he wishes to learn or do something. Fei is cold-blooded towards his enemies and has no qualms in killing them. His combat prowess and ruthlessness have inspired fear among those who choose to mess with those Fei looks up to. He is deeply loyal to his friends, and steadfastly follows any order or request without question, even if the order is outlandish. On the other hand, due to his background, he has difficulty interacting with people outside of his small circle of friends and has a limited understanding of boys and relationships.

Because of his aloof personality and difficult childhood, Fei has trouble interacting with others in topics that do not directly involve fighting or strategics; even if he is working to be more open about his emotions, and get to know the world better. Also, he seems to favor violence whenever he comes across someone or something he perceives as a threat, regardless if said violence is actually called for. He declares whoever gets in his way is his enemy and he will fight to crush them instead of fighting for survival. He's very determined to destroy anyone who gets in the way of his, or more so his friend's, objectives. And as it can assumed, this violent nature stems from his time traveling alone and having to fend for himself.

Biography: Fei was born into a family of twelve; a mother and eleven sisters. He always knew he was different than the rest of his family, being a boy and that he had different hair color than them; they often told him how much he looked like his father. And because of this, Fei's mother and sisters often struggled to get Fei to stick to the reforms that his family were as they wanted him to grow up more like them. They would put him into dresses, make him grow his hair out, keep him from playing with the other kids within the neighborhood, and even use a higher pitch when talking to those around him. Fei, being far to young to understand nor complain, saw these actions as normal, and it was built into his brain from the very beginning that this is how he must act, resulting in a loss of facial emotion.

Fei was never let outside much, as he was rather sickly growing up, so as a way of entertaining himself, he went to his father's study. Now as you can probably assume, Fei never knew his father and only heard small mentions of him. Being a rather smart kid at the age of six, he knew that his father couldn't be dead, for if he was, why was his mom and sisters talking about him so ecstatically? And whenever he did ask about the man he has to thank for his life, they would always say that he's doing fine and will come back when he's ready. And so, in anticipation of that day, Fei would lock himself in his father's work study and read (or at least try to read) all the books that were sprawled on the ground and in the dusty shelves to have a better chance of getting on his good side. Eventually, once he learned how to actually read, Fei found out that his father was a well known mage, who was apparently obsessed with Lady Nilonne; practically in love with her. With Fei being too young to comprehend what that meant, he shrugged off the later and focused on the former.

Learning that his father was a well known mage around world made Fei want to dabble in the art of magic; heck, if his father could do, shouldn't he be able to as well? And with that, Fei, only being seven at the time, found the resolve to self teach himself magic and find his father so that he could show him how much he's grown to be like him. Without even a goodbye, Fei sneaked out in the middle of the night and began traveling to accomplish his goal...much like his father did once ago.

Exploring the world and making a name for himself, Fei, now 13, soon found himself in Estala, where he remained in order to improve his thunder magic and gain more intel on his father, who he later learns upon his year in Estala, is Tenma Erebus. Fei's name had been thrown around Estala by ample people in such a short amount of time that, whether it was because of his eccentric personality and clothing choices, or his knowledge of thunder magic, he was invited to accompany Prince Eli on his journey.(Eh, had some wb writing this, but I hope it's alright for now)

Inventory: His Father's Thunder Tome, Vulnerary, Handmade Sweets

Other: Fei has a big fear of large animals, including some Laguz, the dark, and being left alone. However, he enjoys making sweets on his free time; one of many things Fei's sisters taught him how to do to appear more 'feminine'.

[Mistiel]

Jauna Karystane

_{J A U N A | K A R Y S T A N E}

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"Sometimes I wish I was invisible. Then every other time I wish Eli didn't think I was."

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Class: Myrmidon (not entirely just because I LOVE that word)

Title(s): Lady Jauna

Birthplace: Estalia, Greymont (she and the Prince grew up together)

Race: Beorc

Age: Sixteen (she's older than Eli and never lets him forget it :D )

Inventory: An ancient black-bladed hand-and-a-half sword that was her father's and was presented to her when she was told of his death at the claws of a dragon.

Other: She constantly wants to go out and take the fight to the dragons and wyverns, much to her childhood friend's chagrin. She is a very brave, if a bit naive, privileged and youthful, soul. Any royal blood in her family has been thought to have been long diluted by time since she has thus far not exhibited any signs of being capable of wielding any anima/magicks. Jauna is known for being fiercely loyal to friends and following through upon promises, even if she makes them without her princeling acquaintance's council first (which she has been known to do and it's a point of potential contention between the two love birds).

SIDENOTE (added because Ambra asked about her stance on the matter): Jauna is not racist toward the Laguz or any people in particular. She covets the ability to shapeshift and thinks it's awesome. She covets all magical talents really.
Depending on if it makes sense for her character or not, I was pondering having her develop some sort of not-very-powerful power later on in the story through some believable yet unorthodox (or maybe orthodox) means. Something to ponder, as I said.

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Jauna, unlike her stoic best friend, is a hopeless romantic and peppy person in general. She's eternally attempting to entice her prince to go on picnics and adventures even outside the castle grounds. Eli thinks she's juvenile when she does this, but Jauna doesn't let it deter her. SHE thinks that he just needs to be cured of his party pooper ways. That, however, is quickly subverted when he displays a level of chivalry that makes her blush....or fume inwardly if he shows it to other available girls.

On the surface, Jauna can appear the vacuous spoiled princess type, but to those select few who really know her, like Eli, she's got a head on her shoulders and knows when to shut up. So while Eli closets himself in his study, nose deep in the arcane, Jauna is attending lavish parties in the palace and playing the social game, making excuses for her nearly always absent best princeling friend. At court, she is the king's (and most every other astute being's) secret favorite to eventually win the prince's hand. Well....her and possibly one other....

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- Too overconfident in her own abilities to sometimes wisely evaluate large threats both social and physical. (In more detail, while she is adept at dealing with other nobility, her social skills fall way off the table when it comes to dealing with the vast vast majority of commoners). This is partly due to having lived the majority of her life at court.

- Tends to try to keep track of so many details at once that she loses sight of the overarching goal.

- She actually doesn't have all that many physical weaknesses other than an inability to access magic (so far), a weakness to magical attacks, and an overall lack of stamina. Like she learned how to use a sword, but she's not really the type of person to exercise on a strict day-to-day basis and build on her already acquired skill(s). She has a lot of potential, yes, but until she realizes "Oh ****! I'm nearing the brink of woeful incompetence because I've let my skill(s) atrophy with lack of practice and now it's come back to bite me out beyond castle walls!"

- If she puts someone on a pedestal, especially Eli, she has a tendency to overlook all of that person's flaws and believe everything they say (as well as take all of that at face value).

- Due to her propensity for wearing long-sleeved gowns and other such flowing garments, these and an ample upstairs can lead, at times, to hampered movement.

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Jauna Karystane was one of a few gently raised ladies who were shipped off to the Estali castle at a young age with a wardrobe of fine and fancy gowns and told to vi for the nobility's hands in marriage. Jauna has known the prince ever since they were 6 and 5 years old respectively. They met in one of the royal gardens when Jauna overheard Prince Eli trying to practice one of his anima magicks and deviated from her usual path down the corridor to investigate. Upon seeing the prince, Eli - without seeing her - let loose the spell he'd been trying to cast and a shapeless orb smashed the wall not three feet from Jauna.

"Haha wow! The wall didn't do anything to you, did it?" she exclaimed jovially, soon-to-be-coveted red locks bouncing around her face as she approached. And the rest was history. Eli couldn't seem to shake Jauna and, later on may have realized that he shouldn't have. Jauna proved herself time and again to be a trustworthy friend and a loyal confidant over the years.

So the two were nearly inseparable except for when the prince had to attend tutoring sessions for princely duties that he clearly had no interest for at the time. Jauna has always been an advocate of the prince embracing his birthright, even if it meant her not getting to be by his side all the time. She constantly is there to remind him to think positive and to lift him out of his moody "I can't possibly lead this entire kingdom" funks.

Somewhere along the line, around the age of thirteen, Jauna began to learn swordplay after she and Eli were temporarily accosted by thugs outside the castle. Afterward, Jauna doggedly begged Eli to teach her how to defend herself. Eli, seeing that she had no magical talent (at least at the time), introduced her to the brisk, humorless knight woman who was his swordplay tutor (for better or worse given how magically inclined and talented the young prince was). From then on, Jauna found that she was proficient at fighting with a sword - at least in mock duels with palace guards and her instructor - and that she enjoyed it overly much. However, she has yet to experience the horror that is facing down an opponent or a group of them and striking one or more of those down (i.e. hasn't killed anyone). Despite her bravado, her naive innocence in this and other matters is very transparent.

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Sister: Pari Karystane - An extremely plump younger sister with a moderate number of physical defects and who is unfortunately - or fortunately - a bit of a simpleton. She lives and at least attempts to care for their aging painter mother. Her big sister doesn't visit them as often as she probably should, though she used to frequently.

Mother (Painter/Nobility): Maria Vexion-Karystane - Lives back in the homely family manor where she grew up. Maria is now getting on in years and has early onset arthritis, so her painting days are about over which means even more pressure on poor Jauna to "get married, get married, get married."

Father (Knight/Nobility): Lon Karystane - DECEASED - combat with a dragon