[CHAR] Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

[Heckno12]

Troe, the 'Noble'

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Troe (Tro-eh) Revinah

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Appearance

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Sexual Orientation:
Straight

Personality:
Curious, yet cautious. As much as Troe would love to be the one saying something like: “nothing ventured, nothing gained”, he’d probably stutter through the words while trying to second guess the idea. He can handle himself in a fight, but he’d rather stick to research and reading. That said, when pushed far enough the bloodlust inherent in most Rjaskav warriors shows.

Class:
Noble

History:

Troe was born to a distinguished line of Rjaskavi nobility, from a line of unparalleled fighters and warriors...and yet even from a young age he hated swinging a weapon. Despite almost daily lessons and sparring sessions, he just never took to the sword or any other form of melee. Eventually his family tried to have him trained with a bow only to find that he had no talent, and after a few incidents scarring both himself and those in attendance with misfires, even that was abandoned. For a few years he was considered a disappointment to his House, and while still treated as the son of a lord, any possibility of inheritance was completely obliterated.

A few years later a book merchant found his way into their halls, and despite being completely unable to sell any books to the Revinah household, a young Troe managed to snatch a few tomes from his cart. His noble upbringing meant that he could at least read them, and he quickly found himself enamored by the simple wind magic he eventually managed to teach himself. Of course, now that he had a weapon of sorts he believed that he could prove his worth to his father and bring himself back into his House’s good graces.

It wasn’t so simple, the Revinah family was ashamed that their oldest son had become interested in something so academic...And so he found himself sent overseas with the books that he had taken as well as some gold and supplies to start his life again elsewhere. Troe didn’t hate his family, if anything sending him away would at least give him a chance to find more books! It...it would have been better if he had chosen to leave though.

Nowadays, Troe is a regular at the grand library. He gets by writing scholarly papers, but is more often than not caught resting his head on an opened book in the middle of the library. Of course, occasionally his thoughts go back to how his family is doing back home...He’s even sent a few letters on the occasion, not that he ever got anything in return.

[Lunamaria Hawke]

Margot, The Commoner

Name: Margot, The Commoner

Appearance:



Age: 23

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Straight around hot guys, curved around everyone else

Personality: She's a carefree adventurer who has an innocent dream of becoming famous by performing heroic deeds. She disregards safety for the pursuit of glory. She taught herself how to cast magical spells by reading the scrolls of Eventide from the library at Chosun (a city on the main island). She's independent, self-centered, careless, and somewhat narcissistic. Her only saving grace seems to be the fact that she has high faith and reason stats, allowing her to cast many elemental spells, particularly destructive spells like fire and lightning. Because she grew up with extremely protective parents, she fears nothing and hasn't really fought any hardship or pain in her life. She's just out there ready to get smacked in the face by the world.

Class: Mage

History: When she was young, she hated school. Her parents wanted her to grow up to become an academic, and there were all these lessons by her tutors, but she didn't listen to any of their boring dictations. She wanted to go on adventures, not harness the power of the arithmetic and the rhetoric!

One of the things she was very passionate about as a kid was playing a game called Choka, where people threw balls into cups from far away. She was very good at that. She was a great bowler of Choka, and to this day she'd remember winning at a game that was seemingly difficult for other people. Her experiences with Choka taught her that she could do anything she wanted because she was exceptional.

Her best friend in childhood was a girl named Emy, who lived next door to her. Her most hated enemy was another girl, who would constantly make up stories about her behind her back. She hated those types of people. To this day, she tries to live a dignified life with principles, despite her carelessness. Her fondest memories of her childhood are her sleepovers with Emy.

On her 17th birthday, she left her parents and took a position at one of the biggest libraries she could find. There, she studied endlessly on how to be a great elemental mage, so she could finally defend herself and reach her dreams of becoming famous one day!

[alexfangtalon]

Samara the Commoner

NAME	AGE	GENDER	SEXUALITY
Samara	Eighteen(?)	Female	Heterosexual

Personality

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Samara, long for Sam, is a charismatic sweet-talker. She's kind, friendly and will always give you a smile. She can be a little cheeky and sassy but that's just playful banter, right? Wait, her brother isn't dying of an illness he caught while on Airi Island? And her parents haven't recently been killed by roving bandits? Wait, where did my wallet go? Huh, Sam is running away towards the city gates.

Yes, Samara is a con, a cheat, and a thief. If she needs something she'd prefer to spend someone else's money. Bonus points if the shmuck has a few naughty vices. She doesn't merely steal for herself, though. She herself was an orphan for as long as she knew. In the big city, the only person who'd look after a parentless child is a fellow orphan. As she grew up she saw the older kids as true heroes. Not those annoying, haughty knights in shiny armor with fancy words who looked down their noses at people like her. The real heroes were those who got their hands dirty. Didn't care what the masses thought about them and they got their reward from those other than the ones they helped.

Once she was old enough she sought to be like them. So, she tends to look out for the little guy and those who also care for them. Like Kavius who she owes her life to. She looks up to him because for all she knew he had no reason to help. She was already a traveler like him so why not travel with him. Since he tended to get into fights much more often than she ever did, Sam decided to put her skills to task and learn how to fight as well. From a distance. Can't rough up her visage more than it already has been.

History

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Samara was born in a place that she would never know. To people, she would never meet. At a time she'd never remember. Her earliest memory was being carried by an older orphan to a hideout that the various street rats of the big city had been squatting in. She grew up being looked after by kids and teens who either lived the exact same story as she or very similar. For her early days, life was a blur and it all melded together. She ate, slept, and was occasionally taught by the older kids various things she may need to know to survive.

One day, a famous knight was said to be coming into town after slaying a powerful monster. She along with a few of the younger kids went to see this unusual sight. The man had cheers heaped upon him and his equipment gleamed as bright as the sun. There was not a speck of dirt upon any part of his being. She and the other kids wanted to get a closer look so they slowly worked their way towards the front. One of the kids happened to notice how little the crowd was paying attention to their coin-purses. He along with some others began taking the unsuspecting people's money. However, as Sam got to the front of the crowd someone in the crowd noticed what was happening and a panic occurred. Unfortunately for Sam, She and some of the kids got knocked over right into the path of the knight. Even worse one of the kids had been one of the few stealing money and she dropped it all so that it was impossible for any conclusion other than these street rats had been stealing to be made. Sam looked up from her prone position just to see the 'wonderful' knight looking down his nose at the unfortunate children with contempt.

Unsure of what was happening and having an angry crowd surrounding them the children bolted in different directions. Samara ran and ran until she neared her vagabond home. When she got there the situation was very clear. Some of the other kids must have incidentally led others back there as Samara had to watch the teenagers and a few of the older kids be taken off like thugs. The next few years were like limbo for Sam. She drifted from abandoned places to hidden away hovel searching for a source of food everywhere she went. She learned many skills she wouldn't have had otherwise the primary one being how to lie. To trick. To influence. To con people out of their own belongings willingly. It became easy. Like second nature. She got better as she aged. She was eventually doing pretty well for herself by her mid teen's. She had grown to distrust the people who had it easy or looked down on people who had an unfortunate circumstance rule their life. She wanted to be a true hero. Someone who helped those who had nothing to lose by taking from those who had everything to give. Bonus points if they are not a good person.

Unfortunately, the young con artist got a little cocky. Her actions started catching up to her and eventually, she got run out of the city. There would be no opportunity for her to sneak back into the city as her face was soon well known to the guards as to be arrested on sight. Samara had to run. She would take this unfortunate situation and help the less fortunate in other locations. That wasn't as easy as she expected it to be. There were so many in the big city that she could con one person but the person who lived right down the street would never know. However, in much smaller towns where word spread quicker than the common cold she'd only be able to get some money from those people before being chased away.

Throughout her travels she eventually found herself becoming a stowaway to Airi Island. Less laws meant she'd be able to get away with thieving much easier right? Yes and no. She didn't have as many people who'd hunt her down for stealing from some shmuck but those that did were similar to her in that they weren't exactly against committing crimes. This fact soon caught her in a bind as one day she found herself near starvation due to very low funds. So, she got desperate and spent a day doing tricks to get money out of people. Near the end of the day she saw a group of men who'd been by her 'game' a few hours earlier along with a new man. None of them looked pleased. Let's just say they knew she was cheating and were not about to let her get away with it. Sam tried to placate them but realizing they weren't going to back down she bolted in hopes of escaping their ire.

She ended up finding herself running into a dead-end with the men right behind her. It was not the kind of place she could get out of on her own. Trying to talk them down she soon found that they had no intention to let her walk away. Skipping to a minute later during a beating a man happened upon the alleyway and quickly dealt with the men who had stayed behind to beat the girl. He easily sent them home with their tails between their legs. Unfortunately, all the money she had gathered along with what little she already had beforehand had already been taken by the boss of the small crew. Despite the swollen left eye and blackened right eye, she could tell the man was holding his hand out to help her up. She warily took the hand but when he offered to get her a meal she backed away. What was she up to? She thought. But the growl in her stomach forced her to follow anyway. During the course of the meal which had been grander than any she had ever had before, she realized that he likely wasn't a bad person. Not like the thugs or her. He was just an idiot who threw himself into a fight to save someone he didn't know. Reminded her of the older teens from when she was young. He'd be such an easy mark. If she wouldn't have felt guilty doing it she may have tried to get some extra money out of him. But she realized that if she really wanted to be a hero that following him might help her accomplish this goal. She also wanted to repay him somehow. So, despite not offering she chose to follow him, for now at least. It seemed to not be that big a deal to him but she would repay him for saving her.

[BreathOfTheWoof]

Xara, the Noble

Full Name: Xara Travendour
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sex Orient: Asexual
Class Tree: Noble/Monk/Priest/Sage (Male Gremory)

Personality: Xara is normally very casual and upbeat. He'll attempt to crack jokes, reference in universe memes, and have lightearted conversations with others. He takes great interest in magic theory and as many a mage, is an avid bookworm. He values creativity and problem solving, and values freedom above all other moral axis. However, Xara is a very sugar and ice type of person. Under the cynical jokes and happy go luckiness, Xara is extremely apathetic. He genuinely has no regard for the opinion and expectations of others, and hides out in his room all day if he feels like other people aren't worth his time, and can be outrageously argumentative. He also has very little in the regard to dreams or ambitions, learning for the sake of learning and keeping his status quo over having a positive impact on his own life, including fixing his own emotional negligence.

History: Due his extremely thin stature, Xara was homeschooled by his single father, having worried his son would be the target of rampant bullying. However, while Atlas would attempt to send Xara to various daycares as a child, they always found his childlike personality impossible to deal with, and often switch providers. At the age of 10, Atlas felt Xara could be trusted by himself, however, as a single dad, Atlas was gone for hours on end working, leaving Xara alone to entertain himself, as Atlas would refuse to let outside alone, seeing his son as a very easy kidnapping target. Years of systematic isolation has left it's mark on Xara. At the age of 14, Atlas enrolled Xara into real adolescence schooling, and there Xara became best friends with a wolf Laguz named Aerion. Their friendship has helped Xara learn how to handle social situations better, and after finding out his home country is under the rule of a tyrannical leader, even he's decided enough is enough and is working to cause a revolution.

[dabombjk]

Kavius the Commoner

Kavius(Cav-e-is) Hishamie

Male/ 19/ Heterosexual * Commoner/ Free spirited/ Inquisitive

History

Hailing from the island of Airi, Kavius had never known his father in any way but had a truly wonderful mother as a result. The two would spend the first ten years of Kavs life travelling wherever they chose to go, sleeping wherever they laid their heads at night. Mary Hishamie was very resourceful, having been a hunter in her past, and would care for Kavius the best she could. Unfortunately some of her bad habits would be implemented into Kav from such a young age. Only doing what your personally interested in, napping in strange places, and possibly be more curious than even the cat would be. From the time Kav could start understanding words and speaking he wa staught the necessary things to know when living on the road. Normally f Mary was interested in something, Kav would be right behind her as he was enamored by his mother. He believed her to be the smartest and bravest women in the world, always thinking he would have his mother as company on the road for the rest of his life. Illness would take her life shortly after Kav turned ten, after an unfortunate and unlucky adventure thw two of them had went through, and he wa sleft on his own for the better part of three years.

It was then that he would meet the man he would only know as "Mentor". A tall, strong, soldier looking man who would take Kav on as his apprentice pretty much against Kavs will. Mentor found Kav one day siting on the side of the road, alone, sleeping in a sitting up position. When the man woke Kavius up and asked him what he was doing, Kav proceeded to try to ignore him. This only made the man more curious and would continue to pester Kav for the next few hours of the day. After a failed escape attempt from the man, Kav was surprised when the stranger stated he was impressed with his escape attempt. How he was quick, smart, and seemingly alone out here. The strange stated that since he himself had recently found himself with a lot of free time and Kav seemed too young to be alone that he would stick around and show him some things that would help Kavius live the way he did but a lot more comfortably. The Mentor and Kav would form a close bond, becoming more father and son then master and apprentice, as mentor would spend the next two years of Kavs life teaching Kav how to think outside the box, the basics on several several different subjects, and how to live life on your own. Mary taught Kav how to feed and water himself, how to build shelters and such, Mentor taught Kav to thrive. After two years of this, Mentor would disappear one morning without a word.

Kavius would use this departure from his mentor as the reason to set out and live life in whatever way he chose. Spending the last number of years learning under mentor had prepared him after his mother died, but now Kavius believed he was ready to not die a horrible death if he got into a jam. At least he hoped. The years went by and Kavius had stayed on Airi for two reasons. One is because he had very little money and knew very little on how to proceed next. The second reason was simple. He wasn't done with Airi yet! By the time Kavius was a bit he had been able to amass a decent amount of money due to finding odd jobs from people an saving away, sleeping outside, finding his food rather then paying. Kavius did pay occasionally for books which he would then lose himself in reading before trying to sell it later. Life had its somewhat more unpleasant times. Kavius had been the victim of people attempting to steal from him and even take his life. Through a lot of trial and error Kavius learned how to fight as well. As such it happened that one day he happened to pass by a group of mean ganging up on a single person in an alley. Normally if it had been something a little more fair there was a chance he would just keep walking, but that seemed a little unfair. He quickly ducked through alleyway, and quickly incapacitated the first. Quickly the other men followed swift in the jaws of unconsciousness. Kavius held out his hand to the fallen women, and with a smile he asked "Hi Im Kavius. Are you hungry too? I know a place with great spaghetti."

He treated the women to Spaghetti as promised, and as he too was hungry he also ordered spaghetti. Kavius attempted to conversate in between bites, and was delighted to hear another travelers stories. After the delicious meal was over, Kavius said his goodbyes and went on his way. Only to be followed by the interesting young lady, in which not a word was said about. Kavius didn't mind this new companion on his journey to explore.

Skills & Fighting Capabilites (Current and Up to Date)

Personal Ability - Discipline : Doubles the rate of experience gained through combat.
Skill Abilities -
Class Abilities -

[Emeth]

Ashley Wycliffe the Noble

Personal Information
Name: "Sir" Ashley Wycliffe
Appearance:

Hider

Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: 28
Height: 160 cm / 5' 3''
Crest: Noa
Class: Noble
Affiliation: Mokata

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Stats
Strength ★★☆☆☆
Magic ★★★★☆
Dexterity ★★★★☆
Speed ★★★☆☆
Luck ☆☆☆☆☆
Defense ★★☆☆☆
Resistance ★★★★★
Charm ★★★★★

Combat Summary:

Prefers to stay behind the front lines and incant her devastating spells. Though her damage is outclassed by the raw power of a Warlock with black magic, her dark magic can cripple her enemies' own combat performance. Most enemies will run circles around her if they can approach her while she uses her dark magic. Equipping a lightweight sword is a good temporary crutch in such a situation, as the natural movement speed of her body far outstrips her ability to speed-read scripture.

She takes barely any damage from most enemy mages, though with their superior casting speed they can pelt her rapidly for lots of chip damage. Ashley finds this absolutely infuriating and may rely on her cursed Devil Sword to cut right past an enemy mage's magical resistance for a quick and easy victory, at the cost of needing a moment to reverse the negative effects that using it has on her body and mind.

As a Knight, she can handle the odd axe-toting ruffian, but being a solo force on the battlefield is out of the question for her, as she is quite petite and not very physically strong. On her own, she is much more likely to use her charm to talk her way out of a battle, because one good smack from a fearsome combat art or a strike at her vitals during a moment of distracted reading will bring her to her knees.

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Equipment
Devil Sword (30)
Prayer Ring
Items
Slim Sword (35)
Concoction (6)
Panacea (3)
5,000 Gold

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Combat Arts
Wrath Strike (Sword)
Grounder (Sword)
Hexblade (Sword)
Curved Shot (Bow)
Fading Blow (Brawl)
Rushing Blow (Brawl)

Class Art
[Empty]

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Abilities

Personal Skill
Ararat: This unit recovers faster from afflicted status, and passes their negative status to adjacent enemies.

Class Abilities
[Empty]
[Empty]
[Empty]

Equipped Skills
Sword Prowess Lv 3
Axebreaker
Reason Lv 4
Seal Magic
Rally Magic

Other Skills
Lance Prowess Lv 1
Bow Prowess Lv 1
Brawling Prowess Lv 2
Faith Lv 1
Authority Lv 4
Defensive Tactics
Model Leader
Battalion Renewal

Battalion (Not Equipped)
Mokata Combat Medics
Gambit: Poisoned Arrows (2)

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Learned Magic
Miasma Δ (5)
Mire Β (4)
Swarm Ζ (4)
Banshee Θ (3)
[Empty]
[Empty]
[Empty]
Heal Ψ (5)
[Empty]
[Empty]

Class-Specific Magic
[Empty]
[Empty]
[Empty]

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Skill Level
Sword: B
Lance: E+
Axe: E
Bow: D
Brawl: C
Reason: A ★
Faith: D
Authority: A
Heavy Armor: E
Riding: D+
Flying: E

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Personal History

Key Events
Age Details
10 Stolen from her family home and declared missing.
14 Found and recovered from an orphanage for noble children.
15 Transferred to the care of an uncle after her father was murdered.
16 Enrolled in the Academy of Sorcery and Magical Engineering.
20 Graduated and began an apprenticeship at a clinic.
22 Took a loan and started her own practice, Devil Busters.
25 Reversed a renowned noble family's curse. Knighted and re-ennobled.
26 Promoted to the rank of Knight Lieutenant.
27 Promoted to the rank of Knight Captain.

Credentials: Scholar of esoteric knowledge, and physician specializing in treatment of magical maladies.
Interests: Arcane history and lore, medical mysteries, horror stories, Hexweaving, Cursemaking.
Likes: Reading, solitude, the violin, cute animals, coffee, stargazing, sleepless nights, solving difficult problems.
Dislikes: Nobles, perfume, women's clothing, bugs and pests, church music, being watched, fighting mages, flying.
Favorite Tea: Mint Leaves
Status: Noble title restored. Modest landowner. Not well liked by most of her "peers."
Critical Quotes:

"You're obstructing justice."

"You're blocking my view."

"This procedure will be unpleasant."

"It's past your bedtime, child."

"—so it is written."

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Personality

Possesses more tactics than tact. While she can be "charming" in that she knows how to command the respect of her subordinates, acquire favors from others, and even hold her own while word-jousting with nobles, she does feel a bit helpless outside of these "scripted" conversations at her work. Her position as a Knight-Captain requires that she keep up appearances—something she is well equipped to do, as her emotions run a bit shallow, and what remains is not worn on her sleeve. She is very guarded around other people in general, and may even border on paranoid in the presence of nobles, a habit which has only become stronger over time as it has surely saved her life more than twice.

While she may come off cold and sullen, she has a sharp wit, a silver tongue, a strong sense of justice, and is both hardworking and quick to help those who are truly in need—at least, that is how she views herself, and is not at all humble about it. She whole-heartedly believes in her approach of studying the dark arts in the service of greater good; after all, one must keep their enemies closer, that they might be studied. While the average priest may consider her a heretic, she would contend that the opposite is true—that she is actually quite devout, having knowledge of many obscure doctrines the church fathers consider forbidden—while most "saints" are too vainglorious and greedy to be of any use.

However, she cannot escape the nature of dark magic, which feeds off of emotions and the user's own memories—the more base and wretched, the better. Her enemies must fear and despise her, and so in battle she must don a mask of abject cruelty. Additionally, she must never confide in another about her secret burdens, as if they were to become common knowledge, she would become vulnerable to being cursed herself. When confronted with these two conflicting personas, many are left wondering which is Ashley's true face; the earnest but misguided former holy woman, or the heartless noble witch?

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History

Not many are privy to the details about Ashley's past, except for a small fraction of the nobility who were directly involved with the investigation of the incident at Wycliffe Manor. Most of this lack of information about Ashley is by her own design. Ashley grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, and was everything a commoner would expect a young noble's brat to be. Snobby, selfish, arrogant, and a consummate manipulator, Ashley stayed away from the eyes of the public, as though she were too good for them, but in reality, the opposite was true. She knew she was the least talented of the Wycliffe sisters, in just about everything noble girls were expected to be good at—as did her rapidly decreasing marriage prospects. Later in life, during her education at the school of Sorcery and Magical Engineering, she would endeavor to make few, if any, friends, and only participated in mandatory assignments—a pattern she perseveres in, even as a knight. Despite immaculate attendance, she seemed to remain invisible, even to those who had grounds to be jealous of her suddenly acquired magical talents, owing perhaps to her lack of extra credit to boost her score to the top of the top. Now, as a knight, mandatory attendance at parties is something she dreads with every fiber of her being, every time she receives mail.

What is known about Ashley's family history is that one day, while her father and his knights were away, in what would come to be known only as the "Wycliffe Manor Incident," Ashley, her mother, and all of her siblings vanished. Officially, none of the Wycliffe family were ever found, but the rumor shared within the lower-level noble courts is that what the knights found at the scene was so horrible that it was deemed irresponsible or needlessly cruel to share the details with the public. The abandoned manor remains off-limits and to this day the details of what took place there remain a mystery.

Four years later, Ashley alone miraculously turned up in an orphanage for noble children and was reunited with her father, and for a brief time of just under a year they would be the last occupants to ever stay a night in Wycliffe Manor. It is said that Ashley was like a shell of her former self, and would refuse to speak to anyone but her father. During this time, Ashley did little but eat her favorite sweets and sleep in her missing twin sister's room. Her father was a Marquess and a high ranking member of the clergy, but the inconsolable girl refused to speak to any priest. This unhappy reunion was short-lived, as her father would make one last attempt to get Ashley to open up, taking her on a day trip to the view of the sunset where he once proposed to his wife—only to be murdered by a passing brigand for his troubles, leaving Ashley in the care of an uncle. Her noble house was no more, and as a gloomy girl with equally gloomy marriage prospects, her future was looking bleak—but she refused to give up.

Suddenly finding the will to live, it was as if Ashley decided that her missing family had passed a baton to her. Seeking to surpass the days of her useless youth—perhaps even her missing family—she developed the one thing no amount of money could buy, nor any amount of sweet nothings could ever acquire from another: an indomitable work ethic. The words of her father, a preacher—and her uncle, a businessman, motivated her as she feverishly read any magical tome she could get her hands on:

"The Goddess takes what is meant for evil and uses it for good."

"If you're not the best at anything, find something no one else is willing to do, and do that for a living."

Inspired, she poured her all into her education like a woman possessed, all while anyone who knew her history scorned her, as though her family history meant that she were cursed. Knowing that she had nothing left to lose, she pursued the dark arts, intending to unravel the secrets of evil. Why was the heart of man so deceitful? So cruel? Could the machinations of evil be reverse-engineered? Instead of turning one's eyes away from all manner of impurity and wickedness, could the forbidden dark arts be studied, understood, and "used for good?" Ashley dedicated her life's work to answer these questions.

Ashley may have already been a pariah due to the unfortunate circumstances surrounding her family, but her greater claim to infamy is her sudden re-ascendance to the nobility, a fact which turns up more noses than even her expertise in the dark arts. Unbeknownst to her, one day a desperate scion of a renowned noble house—Lord Clive Maxwell Carradine IV— entered her practice, against the advice of his parents and his own better judgment. He was shocked to find himself anonymous, as the ridiculous woman did not seem to recognize him from the days of her youth—but he was even more shocked to hear her reply after he poured out his heart to her about his curse:

"Give me 36 hours and a pot of your strongest coffee, and I'll do it for free."

He didn't understand the motive behind her generous offer, despite her lack of bedside manner and disdain for nobles on full display. Her confidence also elicited only skepticism, but he was just happy to have found someone who was willing to try. Though she missed her deadline by another 22 hours, she did eventually succeed, shortly before collapsing from exhaustion, laughing maniacally of sleep-deprived delirium and dopamine-infused euphoria—looking decidedly un-noble-like as she did.

For this outstanding service, she was knighted shortly thereafter, at the young lord's wedding. She may have, admittedly, mistaken his intentions for doing so, and in the process, agreed to military service in the lord's employ, without knowing what she was getting in to. However, she was intimately familiar with the circus that is the noble court, and understood that her actions would greatly shift the balance of power in Mokata, making her a target. As a specialist healer, however, she has thus far avoided the front lines, despite her unscrupulous peers' attempts to nudge her in the general direction.

Life:

Ashley continues her curse-correcting work mostly as normal, though in military camps instead of town. She is not often seen by the public; instead, she prefers to stay busy with her craft. If she's not working on treating soldiers afflicted by magical maladies behind a closed tent flap, observant citizens can sometimes witness the rustling of large sections of tree canopy as demonic beasts are chased away from nearby farmlands by the cackling dark mage and her faithful entourage on horseback.

Most of the nobility scorns her, either publicly or privately, for any of the multitude of available reasons, including by the noble ladies for the attention she gets as a female knight. Ashley has the dubious honor of being called the Mokata knights' "most handsome lady," and is often "in demand" for young male lover roles in stage plays hosted by these vindictive women as a way to make sport of her. Ashley, for her part, secretly prefers wearing men's clothing anyway, and doesn't mind the opportunity to practice the sultry, gender-ambiguous voice that has earned her so many favors over the years. As long as there's a script to follow, she can make just about anything work. While being on stage is nauseating for her, it's better than the alternative methods of entertaining the nobility, such as dueling knights from rival houses, or "dueling" (mostly, just publicly beating to death) innocent peasants whose only crime is offending the nobility in some insignificant way. Thankfully, Lord Clive is an accommodating man, and she often calls on him to bail her out when someone tries to drag her into such things to tarnish her carefully maintained public image as one of the more mysterious knights of Mokata.

Ashley owns a modest portion of land for her rank, and an accompanying manor. The manor, however, is abandoned, despite looking immaculate on the outside (appearances). Rival mages and spiteful noblewomen have cursed the place, making it to be nigh unlivable, even for someone like her. (To put it frankly, it's "too much housekeeping.") Ashley only occasionally enters the manor to study her rivals' curses, or to rescue the odd lost thrill seeker or stray cat. Instead, she co-habits with her only live-in attendant, a spry elderly woman Ashley affectionately calls "Aunt Alma," who lives in a small cabin just beyond the tree line. Being "forced" to live in the swamp "like a witch" seems to satisfy her rivals, but Ashley is more than happy to continue her research away from prying eyes, in the sole company of just one person she can trust. Alma performs only basic household duties and maintains the greenhouse, since Ashley could only be bothered to learn how to grow one thing, at Alma's insistence: burdock root, and nothing else. The attendant's true identity is unknown, presumably to protect any family she might have. The most popular rumor is that the old woman is the grandmother of a soldier from Ashley's own battalion, and that Ashley is secretly working as her caretaker as much as Alma is her attendant.

Recently, the situation at Irinoth Island has piqued her personal interest. Ashley can only vaguely recall—if, indeed, she remembers such a myth from one of her obscure tomes, and did not conjure it purely from imagination—a tale of an encroaching, chaotic military force, seemingly infinite in number, rising from the depths of the waters, cloaked in dark flames and barely visible to the naked eye. Could this be it? An ancient curse? Hopefully, this expedition is merely a stepping stone in her career.

Close Allies
"Aunt Alma" (Class: Apothecary | Relation: Live-in Attendant)
Sir Jack Fereydoon (Class: Hero | Relation: Commander)
Lord Clive Maxwell Carradine IV (Class: Paladin | Relation: Lord)
Lord Mikhail Feldunn (Class: Noble | Relation: Major Schoolgirl-Crush)
Lord Troe Revinah (Class: Noble | Relation: Respected Acquaintance/Colleague)
Lady Madeline Armitage (Class: Gremory | Relation: Rival?)

[TheDemonHound]

Mikhail Feldunn, the noble

Mikhail Feldunn

Appearance:

Hider

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual

Personality:
Mikhail is often seen as extremely cold and uncaring, even more so than most nobles would be. Being the son of a duke he was taught manners and how to be a refined gentleman though he seldom follows those teachings unless he feels absolutely pressed to but generally feels no need to try and keep up appearances just for his father’s sake. Thus he tends to have a grudge against nobles, especially those who tend to keep up an act like that. While he continues to insist and act like he doesn’t care about the people he travels with or that he knows he still always seems to go out of his way to protect them. Or sometimes he’ll risk his life to save the defenseless. He always claims that it’s because those ‘rats’ are so useless they can’t defend themselves and it pisses him off. But in truth there’s something about him that purposely does this to push him away from people. Almost like he’s scared to form relationships with people. His icy persona melts visibly when it comes to animals, in particular around the wyverns he is so fond of.

Class:
Noble

History:
Mikhail Feldunn, son of Duke Archibald Feldunn, grew up among the nobility of Faroth-En. His mother passed during childbirth and his father was almost always working so the only people that were constant in his life were his caretakers and his older brother Casimir. Cas was much frailer than Mik was, but also very gifted in magic. Whereas Mikhail had absolutely no magical talent to speak of. In their younger years the brothers would play together and Mikhail would often drag them both into trouble despite his father’s scolding. Mikhail was often seen as a wild and rebellious child. He would often volunteer, and sometimes sneak off to, take care of the wyverns his family became famous for raising and training or would often come home an absolute mess. He used to be loud, ecstatic and rambunctious.

However Mikhail’s personality took a drastic change at the age of 15. His brother was 19 at the time and already an accomplished scholar. The two were walking home after an outing the two had to the nearby city. On the way back, they were accosted by a group of bandits. Casimir saw them about to hurt his brother as leverage and so he blasted one of them apart with his magic before the others descended on him. Mikhail tried to fight back but he was too weak and was forced to watch as his brother, one of the only lights in his life, was snuffed out before his eyes. He himself was beaten and left for dead and was only just saved by a merchant traveling to town. But he was scarred, both physically and emotionally. He now had a few scars, particularly one across his right cheek and a few on his arms and body. But he also watched one of the only people who cared for him get killed because he couldn’t save them. So afterwards he started distancing himself from people so as to not feel that pain again. Even though he couldn’t suppress his desire to help people he denied his feelings completely.

After the events Mikhail got serious about his training. Dedicating all of his time to combat training. His father, however, got more strict and uptight on him. Without a proper heir he had to now rely on Mikhail to take his place eventually and the boy was nowhere near up to the task. The next few years were spent with this rigorous training that he suffered through until he eventually got his chance to train in the capital to be a knight about a year prior. It was here that he lived until the request went out to investigate this new disturbance.

[LunarisDaFox]

Nitonka Zhtomir

N A M E

Nitonka "Tonka" Zhtomir, The Bandit Princess.

A P P E A R A N C E

Tonka stands at a huge 6'5, and coupled with her missing arm, its needless to say that she sticks out like a sore thumb. She is closer to that of a fit runner, her body barely covered in any fat. Her incredibly high metabolism also plays a bit of a part in her body being slim. She is unfortunately cursed with her mothers...assets as her mother would put it, and on top of that has a deeper voice then most women, giving her a sort of grandiose appearance. To make things even more anime, her left arm was cut off at the middle of her bicep, matched with a scar on her left eye. She opts out of wearing an eye patch or anything to cover it as she likes that it makes her appear weak. As for her arm, she wears a special bandana over the now healed severed limb. She has a couple of scars from incidents during her childhood, the biggest one being horizontal across her stomach.

A G E

Twenty.

G E N D E R

Female

S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N

Bisexual

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Nitonka has a bit of a hostile attitude and short temper. She is the definition of a loud and aggressive woman who believes actions speak more than words. However, despite this, Niktonka shows a deep understanding in how to motivate others, even those she just met. She also is a hard head, never taking an answer she doesn't like or believing others without her own evidence to come to a conclusion, She respects anyone who is willing to get strong and does not judge others based off their upbringings or lineage. She dislikes the Capital and it's residents, as well as snob royals. Coming from a "Royal" family herself on Airi, she hated the title of chieftains' daughter, and has a heavy disdain for people who abuse their noble powers.

She is also shown to have a lack of modesty or natural view of nudity, as she did not hesitate to order everyone (both men and women) to strip down and bathe together in the hot spring, and laughed at Men's attempts to try and peep on the woman's bath. This is something her mother had instilled in her daughter, to never be shy of her beauty or her body. Especially since her injury to her arm, her mother is the reason her confidence never faltered throughout her recovery. She is a fierce individual with an unwavering resolve in combat. Her glaring weakness that is her lack of an arm and eye only pushes her to prove others wrong. She will not stand back in the face of danger and will take anyone who challenges her. Of course she's been in a lot of situations that this kind of stand point hasn't benefited her in the slightest. Prideful isn't the word for her, more so confident is fitting for a woman like her.

C L A S S

Noble?

H I S T O R Y

Nitonka's life could pretty much be summed up by one word, Unfortunate. If she had been born just a decade earlier, she might have had the typical high life style of a Noble. Well fed, never really having to fight, and always being taken care of. Instead she was born at a time that her family was excommunicated for some...less then savory events she was unable to find out about. Born from behemoths, her family was well known, not only because of their valor and intelligence, but from the stature of the family. Her mother and father never really talked about their prior life in high society, her father even going as far as throwing her through a table out of anger of her interrogation on the matter. Tonka had been born in the Molto Kingdom, but was only there for the first year of her life, before they were excommunicated. Though because of their contributions to Santorini Island, they were allowed to take their house staff and guards, and in turn given a chance at a new start. Whatever caused them to fall from the high life, only further sent them into a plummet until they ended up on Airi Island.

At first, it was complete chaos, attempting to settle on an island ripe of evil and misfortune. However. her father had been a Knight Commander for Molto, and despite little combat, the man was more then a formidable opponent compared to low life criminals and bandits. Using his strength, and his intelligence, they were able to build a settlement of a couple houses and cultivate a small farm within the span of a year. In that time, the man was able to not only gather natural resources, he also was able to more or less strong arm bandits stupid enough to attack their small settlement into joining them. He slowly became known as The Bandit Chieftain of the forest area he laid claim too. Having accomplished so much in only a year, with the added bodies of capable women and men, her father would begin to gain the attention of more then just petty bandits. When Tonka turned eight, she experienced seeing a dead body for the first time. It had been the day of her birthday and the settlement, now a small village of ten or so houses, was planning to hold a feast for the little one. It was then a party of twenty bandits ambushed the village. The only men, a measly seven, fought valiantly as the children and mother's hid in the Chieftain's home.

This was however the target of the bandits, some slipping off while the seven were preoccupied by the chaos of the battle. It was then that Tonka watched as her mother fought off the five bandits. Seeing this ferocious side of her mother, after only experiencing the warmth of her mothers kindness. Leaping onto a bandit without thinking, she was almost immediately thrown into the ground by the much larger man. The man rushed her, knife out in hand, as without realizing it Tonka had revealed herself and she happened to be the target. Lunging with knife, it was as if time slowed, Tonka closed her eyes not knowing what to expect, until moments later opening her eyes only to see that her mother had cut down the man and stood in front of her breathing hard. Turning to her daughter she smiled, blood beginning to fall from her mouth. Tonka could only look down in horror as she saw the knife embedded in her mothers stomach, the woman falling to her knees. This was the first time she could know the awfulness that life could bring, and it was the first day that she would changed forever.

The settlement was...shaken to say the least at her mothers death, her father taking it the hardest. The man disappearing for a couple days, only to reappear a visible and mentally different man. His hands had been stained with blood, but when he came back, it was then that Tonka's training had begun. Everyday, practically from sun up to sun down until she was fifteen, she would train with her father. Some say that's why she ended up being as tall as she was, fighting against the 6'7, 250+ lb man had seemed to force her body to grow at an alarming rate. At eight she had only been 4'5, 60 lbs soaking wet, but by the time she turned twelve, she had already grown to 5'6, 120 lbs with no signs of stopping. It was at this age that she was unfortunately thrown into her first life threatening fight. By now, the settlement had become a small village of 15 houses and families. The men were sent off to hunt and also scout out signs of an emerging bandit settlement not too far from their village. She was tasked with looking after the children, while the mothers went to wash clothes down at the lake nearby. This was when two bandit men saw an opportunity to scope up fresh meat and future wives, severely underestimating what Tonka was capable of. Everyday since she had been eight, she had practically been forced to survive her fathers sparing and training. That training made her a resourceful and intelligent fighter, and deeply ingrained within her identity the need to survive and win a fight at all cost. The bandits didn't last more then five minutes before one flee'd and the other had been captured, Tonka tying him up to let her father deal with him. This happened to be the first she had ever won a fight, her father handily whooping her ass every time they trained, and it sparked an even deeper need to win.

By the time she was fifteen, she had broken 6'0 and weighed 157 lbs. Her father of course foresaw this growth being possible, Tonka remembering her father always telling her that she was going to be a giant just like him and her mother. What he was unable to foresee however, was a raid on their village, now holding twenty families and houses. By this time, the village and her father were well known in the surrounding forest, a village for vagabonds and ruffians who wanted more to life then murder and fighting. Lead by a Man and his "demon" daughter with a fair, but tough hand. Having pretty much pushed any hostile encampments and settlements in the area, they had inadvertently painted a target on their back. A Bandit War Party formed, 100 deep, lead by a Knight turned murdering rapist. They attacked in the dead of knight, setting the village ablaze and sending its village people into a chaos. Her father was able to direct some, but soon they were all swept up in a battle save the remaining children. It was a battle that raged through the knight, until only the Bandit Knight stood. He stood uninjured, surrounded by his slaughtered underlings. The Chieftain ordered to leave the knight to him, and battle took place the likes of which Tonka had never experienced. Up until this point no one had ever been able to even come close to being on par with her father's abilities, but this man seemed to be bored in the fight. It was then, similar to when her mother died, Tonka's body moved before she could think as she saw what would have been the end of her father's life. Moving in front of him, she attempted to block the mans attack with a wooden shield she picked up.

However the titan of a man, sliced clean through the shield, in fact he sliced so clean, it fell from her arm, which was now only a stump at half the bicep. Almost instantly, it exploded with blood and she fell unconscious. Waking up her father sleeping in a chair next to her bed, the man instantly stirring at the sound of his daughter. She had been out for a week, sleeping and healing with what they could manage. Her father had pretty much obliterated the man in a father bear rage, and the village was safe again. While she was happy her father and the village had survived, she looked down to see her bandaged ridden stump and she felt a different type of despair she had never felt before. It was then that her father gave her a wooden box, filled with letters that her mother had wrote her for her sixteenth birthday, feeling his wife would keep their little one's head above the water. And like he seemingly always was, his feelings were correct. The letters connected her with her mother again and gave her a sort of balance when she truly struggled to find some.

Now? Nitonka is twenty years old, standing at a massive 6'5, 170 lbs of pure muscle and anger. Her father had one of his signature bad feelings, and as a precaution forced his daughter to leave Airi. However he did disguise it as training, convincing the headstrong girl that this was an opportunity to meet stronger people and get even more experience, so that she could come and finally beat him. Nitonka taking it as a challenge on her warriorhood, vowed she wouldn't come back until she was strong enough to put the old man in the ground, only half joking. Tonka now finds herself in the Makota kingdom after hearing about the possible adventure and unidentified warriors decimating Irinoth Island, everything about it screamed Nitonka.

[Strawberry]

Aleria Lancaster, the Noble

Name: Aleria Lancaster

Appearance:

Hider

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Bi

Personality: Aleria was born to a large noble family and was of course taught the manners and demeanor fitting of a noble. Though with the extensive family she ended up learning something that a lot of nobles don’t which is the importance of familial bonds. While she didn’t always get along with her siblings and parents they were still a close family and those bonds are important to her. She was also taught the wonderful art that all nobles are taught which is people pleasing, however she took it above and beyond. She is very cutesy and often tries to make people like her. If someone doesn’t like her it will annoy her to no end.

Being affiliated with the church most would assume that the cute, lovable cleric would be pure and innocent right? Well that is not quite the case. Due to the church and her overprotective and religious parents she was heavily repressed and developed a bit of a hidden dark side that she keeps under wraps. Including some masochistic tendencies.

Class: Noble

History: Aleria grew up on Faroth-En in a particularly large noble family. Being the 5th child of what is currently 8 kids she has lots of siblings and extended family members. The family was also extremely religious and devout worshippers of the Goddess. Because of this, Aleria was extensively taught white and light magic due to her magical affinity and inducted into the church. Growing up she was taught to be devout and sinless, to be kind and loving. And Aleria was, to an extent. She grew up very close with her older brothers and as she aged she started noticing the double standards. The pedestal her parents put her on and the expectations put upon her as a woman and child of the goddess. Her parents firmly believed she was a gift from the goddess herself as she was almost born stillborn. As a miracle, she quickly became the family's golden child, especially with her magical affinities. She grew estranged from half of her non magic user siblings and extremely close with the magically inclined children. She strived for perfection because nothing less was expected from her. If anything was less than perfect she was met with strict discipline. As a toddler she amazed and wowed her parents endlessly. But as she aged to about 10, things got drastically worse. She wanted to focus on other things rather than her devotion and practicing her magic. She took up art as a hobby as a child and her parents quickly shut that down, as anything she did. It was considered a waste of time and often she was locked away to conduct secluded prayer to reflect on her actions. Her early teens were mostly spent in the private chapel as she liked to rebel often. Eventually after the support of her siblings she found other ways to outlet herself and focused more on people pleasing. She quickly found out she got further along in life if she kissed ass. She began to grow a narcissistic personality, believing her parents words and thinking she was the world and more. Being the best was her thing and she wanted nothing more than to be loved by everyone. She was tired of being alone, tired of disappointing her parents so she strived to become the best and she did. Her late teens were consumed with study and devotion. Her parents were absolutely pleased, which brings her to today. As a reward for progressing so quickly she was allowed to go out on a mission that was important to the church. Happy to get out and gain more experience she happily obliged, ever eager to improve.

[Archangel89]

Xaru

Name: Xaru Melrom

Appearance: Xaru seems rather unremarkable standing at five feet seven inches and having a normal looking build. His hair is kept in tight short dread locks that he keeps tied up and under the hood of his cloak under normal circumstances. His clothes are quite colorful making it difficult for him to blend into a crowd sporting bright reds, blues and oranges. On the subject of clothes he keeps his clothing loose fitting cotton or silk robes over sail cloth pants tied with a simple leather belt. His boots are a harder leather decorated with some silver buckles and hard soles. He carries with him two scimitar on his hip as well as various pouches full of things he may need at any given moment.
Age: 25

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Personality: Xaru is a pleasant, amicable soul who tries not to see the fault or evil in any soul until they decide to flaunt it before him. He is a clever person who uses his aloof behavior to watch and listen to those around him before he commits to anything. To the untrained eye he comes off as a slow and uneducated foreigner who stumbles through the island’s society with great difficulty, when in actuality he is very much aware the customs of his adopted home enough to play the system and get away with almost anything. As a swordsman he cool.and collected and floats and dances through the battlefield and striking without hesitation to finish a fight.
Class: Commoner

History: The tale of Xaru Melrom is one a people that have no home. Long before his birth the Fathi people were forced from their home country and forced to wander the world with no permanent place to call home. Rather than despair over the loss of their home or waste lives in the pursuit of getting it back, the Fathi chose instead to become nomads and explore the world and discover its riches. Having families gather together in caravans and separated and traveled in different directions with the hope and promise that they would return to the ancient meeting grounds and share stories of their travels. The Melrom caravan saw the great ocean and chose to cross it and see what lie on the other side. They would settle on what they would later understand to be Airi Island and would settle there as their new home.

Many years later Xaru would be born to the caravan leader and would be taught the ways of the sword to defend himself. On one of the many excursions to the other islands it became clear to him that the other kingdoms saw him and his people through a different light. Whenever his people would show up they would receive shifty looks and people would be more guarded against them. This gave Xaru quite the offense and so he grew a dislike for the native people. It wouldn’t be until much later that he would discover that his adoptive home was a haven for criminals and dissidents and the people saw them as the same. With this in mind Xaru took this knowledge and learned the ways of the confidence man, using his foreign status to get what he needed when he needed and didn’t care who he tricked as long as they did not get hurt.