[OOC] Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

[Marlowe]

@Lord Orgasmo Hm... I think it's up to you.

[Lord Orgasmo]

Behold! My sleep deprived made creation!

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.

[Solace]

We have some really old characters; keep in mind that this isn't necessarily a medieval fantasy roleplay; this is Fire Emblem. That being said, we forgot to include an age limitation within the rules, so there's that issue on our hands. For the characters well into their twenties, I would adjust their ages to a range between 14 - 24 years old, and revise character sheets accordingly to those changes. Sorry for the miscommunication.

Ambra also forgot some important details in the class list, but they've been added for the most part. It shows which classes are Armored, which classes are Horseback, and which classes are Flying. Reason this is necessary to know is because there are specific "class-killing" weapons that exist, example being the Zanbato destroying Horseback classes and another being Armorslayers destroying Armored classes.

Some classes fit into multiple categories, but here they are listed:

Armored: Halberdier, Lieutenant, General, Great Knight, Wyvern Lord

Horseback: Ranger, Great Knight, Nomad, Nomadic Trooper, Sword Knight/Paladin, Axe Knight/Paladin, Lance Knight/Paladin, Bow Knight/Paladin, Troubadour, Valkyrie

Flying: Pegasus Knight, Falcon Knight, Wyvern Rider, Wyvern Lord, Griffon Rider

With Horseback and Flying classes specifically trained / in-training for combat on their designated mount, they are realistically worse at combat when they are forced off of their mounts for certain events / battles.

It doesn't mean they're only capable when on their mounts, but for example, a Sword Knight/Paladin should never be on par with a Myrmidon/Swordmaster when off of their mount, but rather, must be mounted in order to hold their own. Since the roleplay isn't running stats and whatnot, this will be purely be a mechanic solely relying on the writer of the character, so keep it realistic in that regard.

[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.

[Mercurial]

My character is finished. I hope the liberties I took with her backstory are not an issue.

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.

[Zeroth]

@Ambra
@LordVoldemort
@Solace

I've changed Gorou's age and adjusted his backstory a bit, the main theme of the change being that he would be seen as more of an "upstart" or "rising star" rather than the well-known and widely feared challenger of the sword schools. It also introduces a sort of talent factor, though, since in order to be that good at a younger age (logically he'd have started his challenges at least a year or two, probably more, before the age he is now) he would need to be somewhat of a prodigy, at least as far as his specific type of blade-play is concerned.

If all that's still alright, I'll add him to the character tab. The only other change I might make at this point is the formatting and maybe a theme song.

[LordVoldemort]

@Zeroth Sounds good to go! I'd say you're fit to add him to the character tab!

[Solace]

_{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."}

_{[ ❇ ] O R I G I N}

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Race: Beorc

Birthplace: The Island—Kingdom of Rozel

_{[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N}

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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

_{[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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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.

_{[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y}

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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.

_{[ ❇ ] F A M I L Y}

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Father: Percival — Unknown

Mother: Camellia Protego — Alive

Half-Brother (Younger): Walden Protego — Alive

_{[ ❇ ] I N V E N T O R Y}

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Steel Sword, Vulnerary

_{[ ❇ ] O T H E R}

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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.

[Marlowe]

I'm looking over the sheets now. Are we sure that everyone has a sheet done?

[Kazemitsu]

Still workin on mine. Not seein to straight currently x.x

[Lord Orgasmo]

Seeing everybody else's sheets makes me feel like I'm way out of my league

[Marlowe]

@Kazemitsu Forgot to say, there isn't such thing as a great axe or battle axe. In Fire Emblem terms, they're called a steel axe and a hatchet, respectively. We would also prefer it if you add a picture of his face, at least, since the text description isn't really enough to form a picture.

@Redneckatron Accepted!

@Lord Orgasmo Can you add a little more to your personality? :) Also, I made the mistake of telling you he could use a great sword. You should call it Iron Blade, cause it's called that in the game. The ancient scroll in his inventory also seems kind of random.

@Tala Avana Laguz characters don't have a class, only a race. So, don't put anything under class. She's also very short for her age. Also, margays are actually pretty small, so maybe make her smaller and lighter in beast form? If you want, you can have her classify as a cat Laguz, and it'd be fine. You can even keep the appearance of the margay.

@Mercurial Accepted!

[Kazemitsu]

@Ambra
As I mentioned in a pm to you it's incredibly hard to find a picture that fits any character I think of. At least it's hard for me to find them, other people seem to have 0 difficulties doing it...

[Marlowe]

@Kazemitsu I don't mind if you have to take longer to find one. Just take your time in doing so! :)

[Kazemitsu]

@Ambra Well I somehow found a pic. Aside from missing backstory do I need to poke at anything else?

[Marlowe]

@Kazemitsu I'm sorry, but I really would prefer it if the picture isn't that of the Wolverine.

If you really wanna find a basis for your character, there's a bunch of images on zerochan you can use.

[Kazemitsu]

@Ambra Can you give a reason why I don't seem to be allowed to use a mugshot of Wolverine who is drawn by someone? (Also I doubt there's an anime character that looks like Gaivred...)

[LordVoldemort]

@Kazemitsu It's Wolverine and you can tell it's Wolverine. I can possibly give you this one picture I had, but it'll have to be tomorrow. Big, bearded anime drawn guy.

[Kazemitsu]

@LordVoldemort Is there a problem with Wolverine?

I'm kind of confused why you two seem intent on me using an anime looking character when the other pics, aside from Arin and Gorou aren't anime anything and weren't drawn by the players. (That I'm aware of)

[Marlowe]

@Kazemitsu It's not that we have a problem with the style of the pictures, it's that it's literally the Wolverine, and it's painfully obvious that it is. XD