@Silver Carrot Ah, I just caught something on a re-read: For GM reasons, everybody kinda needs to be present at this final battle in the port of Hadrum before the "regression" gets triggered. So the demons could've still dragged Sherry out of the cell and tortured her, but maybe they kept her alive as a meat shield or something until the Demon Army marched on Hadrum. As twisted as it would be, maybe she sees everything unfold while she's hanging from a cross or something of that nature?
Yo! Thanks for the feedback: For the first point, I edited it, now his Physical is down to 1st.
For the second point, his Berserker deal will be his character arc, currently he doesn't know why he does it, and I am not sure either, depending on how I develop the character the root of it may change but first he has to find it. After that it would come to the overcoming step, either accept it, control it, or reject it.
And finally, for the last point, I don't have strong feelings either way, thought I would like to create the NPC companion who died.
@Teyao Okay! No need to rush, but to create the NPC, you don't necessarily need to use the full CS unless you just want to. You could leave off Abilities and Equipment, and just change First Life to a normal backstory/character summary. Whether you wanna use an image or just type out a basic appearance is up to you.
Is it possible to consolidate all the information so that I don't have to jump through different pages to find info?
I'm working on the OOC at the moment to try and do that very thing, if I don't get it up tonight it will for sure be up tomorrow. I think the most relevant things you'll need should be with the CSs, but if you have questions on other stuff just let me know!
@OwO@Silver Carrot@Rune_Alchemist@SilverPaw Loving the timelines and planning ideas. As I was reading through the stuff you've all done so far to try and mesh it with my own ideas behind the scenes, I came up with some stuff. You can freely ignore it if you wish, it's mostly just me rambling and coming to my own conclusions:
Earliest Event: The mother of Ophelia, Estelle, Silver's Character, and possibly others is known as a talented dame (female knight) who actually impressed the Patriarch enough that he took her as a wife. This in and of itself (not being of noble blood; being able to hold Martenos's attention; being an otherwise good person among the social circles of the politically corrupt) is enough reason to want her dead---but given her ability and closeness to the Patriarch, it makes sense that it'd be more reasonble to go after her only vulnerabilties---her children who cannot yet protect themselves.
Next Event (so far): Infant Ophelia is targeted; because of her age, I think this implies the grudge either would've been against her mother or the Kaides family as a whole, not Ophelia herself. Even Estelle is only 6 years old at this time, so her "talented" status wouldn't be established as a source of threat to anyone yet. Sherry is also 5(?) at this time, so it's unlikely she's involved UNLESS maybe her own mother (or a maternal uncle, grandpa, etc?) was involved? (Is Sherry also one of the Patriarch's children?)
Final Assassination Attempt: Estelle is taunted into a dangerous situation, and poisoned in an attempt to secure her failure. The poison used was something rare that even Alchemic healing potions had a hard time dealing with, implying the assassin or whoever provided them with the poison has some affluent means (and, possibly, that they learned from their failure to kill Ophelia even though they crippled her?). Sherry COULD have been involved here, meaning that Estelle's incident might be entirely unrelated and thus further throwing off some of these latter assumptions, but let's keep going for brainstorming's sake.
Suggested Future Events: Possibly their mother learned more about the assassins, and as a result was silenced or manuevered into a position where her death at the demons' hands was engineered. Possibly, the assassins, their benefactors, or their organization were involved with the unknown and unnamed "traitors" who provided the Demons with the info needed to counter Luzia's military strategy. In either case their goal may have been as much to further weaken Kaides as it might've been to silence a potential witness against them.
Knowing what I know as GM (mwahahaha), I think the mystery of the assassins thus points towards either an Organization, or a Powerful/Rich Individual---not necessarily mutually exclusive. A Powerful/Rich Individual's goal would be personal: They would likely have a specific grudge against the mother, and possibly Estelle as she grows up (perhaps due to being too much like her mother, in that she's naturally talented). A grudge against such a woman, to me, implies a sort of "feminine" motivation in and of itself---something based around the idea that their own "relationship" with Kaides was damaged by this commoner woman who forged her own relationships with the House. That would, in turn, point to someone who has something to gain from the House---and thus points away from their rivals in Arkivum and Noxicana. Instead, it becomes more likely that such an individual is a member of a Vassal House, either a Branch family of Kaides looking to re-strengthen their bloodline ties or a group of nobles trying to get "in" with the Great Clans.
If an Organization was NOT hired by such an individual, however, then their reason for such a thing seems to be "weaken House Kaides," and the only reason for that IMO is to weaken Luzia's military strength. Thus, such an organization would likely be tied to one of the other nations, seeing as these events happen several years before the Demon War. Between the Elves, Geviel, and Briterra, the latter two are the ones directly on Luzia's borders with the most reason to do such a thing. Geviel currently has blood alliances through marriage with Luzian nobility and the countries have been building a mutually profitable trade relationship, but they have warred with each other in the past and maybe Kaides' Previous Generation was too powerful for their liking. Briterra, however, has never had a good relationship with Luzia---their form of governments clash, their histories are directly opposed to one another, and Luzia's more hawkish factions would love to simply invade the smaller country and annex its territories entirely. They have plenty of reason to try and lessen the influence of the kingdom's biggest trump card.
First of all: Sorry for disappearing these days! Didn't have time to sit and write and trying to make my character sheet from my phone clearly wasn't working.
Her life wasn't easy at all, but also couldn't be considered difficult. Indifference would be the word to describe it, to describe her life, her parents, her relations. Growing up in a rich home, with tutors, with everything and the touch of her fingers. Everything except someone to trust, someone to love her.
"Be careful and don't mess up your dress"
Her parents didn't really want kids, they wanted an heir. All they imagined and dreamed of was a perfect heir, a son with amazing abilities with the sword and strategy, or a perfect daughter, beautiful, all soft smiles, someone to marry off for a good price. Instead, they got Lucille: she was a good kid, nice and loving, but never enough. She wasn't beautiful enough, smart enough, cunning enough. She just wasn't.
"Lucille, darling, I don't have time for this"
Growing up, she spent far more time with her tutors and servants than her parents. Her father was always travelling, trying to be as far as possible from his wife and daughter, her mother busy maintaining an image of the perfect lady, even though her husband wouldn't even talk to her. Meanwhile, little Lucille had to find ways to entertain herself, isolated from the world so her family could keep playing the perfect little noble family. The only thing she could do with her time was training archery, being an art that one of her tutors enjoyed teaching her.
"Why don't you go out and stop being a bother?"
And that she did. Soon she started training, spending all of her free time, almost all of her waking hours, shooting arrows in the backyard, improving day by day. Some servants even started going with her, enjoying the spectacle that it was, whispering about how she could easily win most of the tournaments, even with people older and wiser than her. Everyone in the palace would go see her one day or the other; everyone but her mother.
"Don't ask for attention, that's unbecoming of a lady"
When it was finally time to go to the academy, Lucille didn't have any idea of how to talk to people her age. She got to her classes, did her tasks, but never showed her real ideas or opinions. Her mother always told her she was supposed to be seen, a beautiful flower, and she had to let the others be the ones to think and explain. She never showed her talents, stopping her training and focusing on being the perfect average noble, just as her mother wanted. She wouldn't let others get in her heart either, even if that hurt her sometimes. She was still nice, all smiles and helping acts, but no one ever knew if that was real or not. She even gained herself the title of Ice Princess: cold, unattainable, pretty to look at, fragile. Something you couldn't touch unless you wanted it to melt and go away. She got through the academy as the wind blowing softly: maybe you noticed it, but it wasn't relevant enough, it didn't change a thing.
"You are supposed to be seen, not heard"
When the war started, she decided to take a stand and go with the other archers. Her mother didn't agree at the beginning, until al counselor said that it would always be good publicity. When the demons got to the palace and Lucille was called with the others, her mother didn't even say goodbye. She was already trying to run away through a tunnel. It was the last straw: she was trying her best, keeping the face of her family, all their responsabilities in her shoulders, while her mother ran away like the worst of the traitors. But she couldn't get angry then, didn't have time for vengeance or regret, only cared about trying to save her home and her people, the only ones that cared about her. They deserved to live, and she deserved too, now that she understood that she had to really live instead of just moving to her mother's song.
"At my mark! Aim... Tense... Shoot!"
They did what they could, but soon the palace was surrounded. There were demons everywhere, chaos, smoke and screams getting to the place where the archers were. It was almost a massacre, blood every place Lucille looked, people falling over the wall, everyone falling over corpses and forgotten victims of the attack. Lucille fought with all she had to try and find a way out, helping out the others, but they couldn't make it. Thankfully, the axe that got her was merciless, but quick. It all faded to black, but it didn't even hurt.
@MooiEen Ah, the classic "No dating! No parties! You study, be doctah!" to "Why you not married!? Why you have no friends?!" parenting style. An excellent setup for interfamily conflict now that she has the opportunity to do everything the way SHE wanted to!
The only question I have is also about her parents, since you've given them a good bit of inferred characterization through the descriptions. Since her mother ran away from battle, I know for sure it can't have been Fulvya Kaides, and based on what can be seen of her father's behavior he doesn't sound like Patriarch Martenos to me either. Do you think she'd be better suited as one of the grandchildren of Deividas Kaides, since he has other adult children besides Sylas? If so, did you envision any other details about them that might be needed to incorporate them into the story? (They might show up at the Collegem for certain events, things like that)
@Zeroth Okay, I think I'm done? I decided that overall, it'd make more sense right now to go with mostly all skills. A little bit into Aura for now. Lemme know if anything needs to be changed, but for now, I sleep.
Basically, weak point locating for armor and monsters. Use less stamina for stuff And something to let her make a reasonable assumption about what someone is going to be doing based on body language/other circumstances.
also, theme song, lol. I got nothin.
Written: Unlike her mother, siblings, or even her father Ophelia sports non of their physical appearance. The toxin that nearly took her life having a permanent effect on both her physical appearance and abilities. Hair drained of any color, dull grey eyes and a pale, sickly complexion. Her overall frame is petite and small, her growth similarly stunted and being just five feet (152cm) tall.
Before, she supposedly had locks of thick red hair and her fathers eyes.
Those are the kinder comments she'd receive from the nobility who knew better than to speak ill of the Kaides.
A cursed child, or an omen of ill fate.
Words of those who would quickly learn to keep their mouths shut.
When she was just three years old, Ophelia fell victim to an insidious plot to take her life. One she would never fully recover from despite the efforts of the best priests, mages, scholars and even more fringe groups of society. Whatever she had been poisoned with, was something that she was going to have to live with for the rest of her life.
And live, she would.
Born with two direct siblings, growing up Ophelia's life was a constant struggle. Confined mostly to her room and the interior of their home for most of her formative early years for fear any exhaustion or exertion would prematurely end her life, those two siblings and her mother, were really her entire world. She was a curious, if not overly lively child thanks to her condition, and would spend much of her time reading. For the poison may have taken her body, but it certainly didn't take her mind and books, stories, and the like were quite an escape for a child whose world was small.
This, was her life until she was ten. When she was finally allowed to leave, with supervision from her siblings and mother, of course, or a trusted advisor. It...is also where her mother began training her and where her somewhat strained relationship with her started. The logic was sound really. All Kaides children are trained such a way, eventually attending Collegem Yllustre at the age of 14. Even if she understood that, she couldn't understand why her mother was pushing her so hard at the time. Every day, her weak body was pushed to its limit. Her mother, for all her good intentions never stopped to consider that no, somethings can't just be overcome with diligence and hard work. Somethings, were indeed, impossible.
Even so, such words and beliefs were not something she entirely disagreed with. She just understood that it wasn't something realistic for her. She always would argue with her mother about such things, often insisting and taking a more gentle approach but she never refused such trainings even if they were something she disagreed with.
If nothing else, when her 14th year came, it seemed to have helped when she officially entered Collegem Yllustre. Coincidentally, it was the first time she had ever made any kind of public appearance.
"Is that the weird kid from that uncouth commoner woman?" "I heard she's cursed!" "Didn't you hear? The reason she was kept locked up is because she nearly killed a servant!" "Doesn't she look...weird? Is she really a Kaides?"
She didn't know what to expect from other kids her age, but it wasn't such vitriolic comments. She didn't understand where they came from or why they were made at the time. She hadn't really been taught proper noble etiquette, after all, her health left little time for multiple avenues of study, even if she had steadily gotten a bit better as she had gotten older and she could do most things herself now.
Even if her life at the Collegem was a lonely one plagued by bullying, she paid it no heed. For she was a Kaides. She was certain of it herself, and even if she wasn't some prodigy, she was not one to let everyone else words get to her. No, her mother if nothing else taught her one thing - she could do anything, and anything she would do.
-However, fate seemed to be fond of pulling cruel pranks.
Her oldest sister was attacked during their time at Collegem Yllustre that left them in a coma for nearly a year and a half. Ophelia, sympathetic considering her own nature would spend almost more time making sure she was taken care of then almost looking after herself. She knew what it was like, and certainly didn't want her to suffer the same way if she could help it.
Only for such kindness to be returned with cowardice and weakness. Her older sister immediately left, when she recovered. Running away from home. Ophelia, for probably the first time in her life, cried enough that it left her bed ridden for a week. One of the two people in her life that she could ever really call a friend, her sister, just left like it was nothing.
Perhaps that's when she truly learned not to expect good results or positive outcomes from things. She never really forgave her sister for it in her first life. Her life at the Collegem Yllustre continued, for as normal as it could be for her. The only difference was her getting into more altercations with other students either verbally or even physically, most of which she would lose, though not before making certain to give them a little trouble and making them look weaker than they were for having trouble with someone like her.
But of course, history repeats itself.
Ophelia's second sister left home after she left the academy at 21. Truly, Ophelia wished she had asked her to go with her, but this time she told herself she didn't care, only applying herself to her studies more. Who needed her siblings, anyways? Unreliable. The only one she could rely on truly, was herself.
Time passed. She never graduated. How could she? She was never destined for it. While she always managed to do the bare minimum needed to pass physical exams and did well in any written exams, she never developed aura, let alone a proper ability to handle martial ability. She spent the next year in relative peace, mostly now using her free time to more thoroughly look for anyway one might cure her condition, but such an endeavor was cut short by the war.
Kaides were called to serve, and Ophelia was not one to back down. She answered the call, much to her mothers chagrin, who never really agreed. Ophelia just tagged along whether she wanted her too or not. Not that anyone expected much of her. Even when she came back successful from skirmishes, or helped with the evacuations of Lagyntem.
Perhaps, for once in her life she should have listened to her mother.
Shortly before the invasion of the capital, one of the wives of the great patriarch fell in battle from an ambush while she protected her daughter.
The rest of the war isn't important enough to mention. She demanded to be at Kaidisyums last stand, to avenge her mother. The people that had already lost their lives. But she was told that she couldn't. No. The patriarch told her instead, go to Hadrum.
Even as she lay there, body broken and beaten, her sickly blood leaving her body for the final time she refused to accept it. She tried to will her body to move again. Just an inch more would have been a victory.
But alas, she would perish, like all the others.
Biggest Failure: The death of her mother. She was right. She shouldn't have been on the front lines. She shouldn't have just sneaked out and went with her mother regardless of her wishes.
Biggest Regret: Where to begin? Never really reconnecting with her sisters? Shunning them after they left her? Losing her mother to an ambush? Ophelia tried to live a life without regrets, and never once regretted any decision she made on the battlefield, but perhaps...perhaps, the biggest thing she wished she could go back in change, was to try and actually make friends outside of her sisters. She never really was a people person, even though every now and then someone genuinely tried to, she merely brushed them off.
Biggest Obstacle: What would it be, other than her own damnable body? Afflicted with a toxin from an assassination attempt at the age of three that left her physically and mentally scarred. Her body always betrayed her whenever she needed it most. Any overexertion leading to days of fever and being confined to a bed. A constant lack of energy leaving her far behind her peers and a seeming inability to ever gain physical muscle or finesse. To say nothing of the insomnia, occasional bouts of anger amplified by deep seeded jealousy and frustration and even rarely, hallucinations.
Driving Hope: Perhaps, there is hope, but if she was asked directly, she would rather say she simply didn't accept her lot in life. The entire time she fought, trained, and hurt nearly died just because her body failed her to mean nothing. She wanted to at least, prove a point that she wasn't a failure despite the circumstances of her life. To her, every new dawn she saw was a success, and living life one day at a time was the only thing she ever really wanted out of life. Perhaps, her hope, is to one day lead a relatively normal life with friends, family, never having to worry about this stupid legacy and this afflicted body of hers.
Equipment
She could never wear full plate or a full suit of armor, but her mother hand a lightweight breastplate made for her as well as armor that if nothing else would protect her vitals. It fit rather comfortably on the dresses she used to wear.
An Estoc, for thrusting.
Abilities
Physical Strength: 3rd Rate
Aura: 2nd Rate
Magic: 0th Circle
Flaw Peirce - Ophelia could never match people with raw strength in her first life. Instead, she focused on honing her skills and mind as best she could to make up for the disadvantages she had. This one, in particular, helps locate weak spots in armor, a creatures physical body, and other such things for someone to exploit.
Adept Movements - Ophelia has refined her movements and muscles to be surprisingly stable and steady. In an effort to maintain and overcome her limitations. Less wasted movements and a keen eye allow her to spend less stamina and strength doing something.
Predictive Intuition - Reading an opponents body language and subtle movements can reasonably allow one to tell if an opponent is going for a feint, or what an opponent is going to be doing before it even makes it halfway through its performance. Precious seconds one can use to defend oneself.
@Rune_Alchemist EXP all adds up, and I like the inclusions in the backstory! @Silver Carrot I guess I should make an official NPC Sheet, huh? I figure just a Name and Summary w a blurb or pic for Appearance is enough for most of them, but if you think they would need other things just let me know!
I'm going to put the rough draft for my own character here, and I welcome any feedback you guys have. ESPECIALLY if you see something you feel you need to call out or that I need to clarify---I try very hard not to be "that guy" whose GMPC hogs the spotlight or powergames, etc. But, if you like him, feel free to claim him as your official "li'l brudder," lol. Even though you're going to remember him as being a lot less of a potty-mouth.
BEFORE INJURY
During the war, he lost his Left Arm and Right Eye
Perhaps it was because he was his mother's youngest son; perhaps it was because, despite his bright red hair, his facial features were so similar to the Patriarch's. Whatever the reason, little Vincent was the happily babbling, bouncy baby boy who was spoiled rotten---but in a good way. Raised on storybooks at bedtime and sitting on noblewomen's laps at teatime, he learned and admired the heroic tales of Luzia's finest knights, and the proud heritage of the Kaides family. In the gardens and courtyards of the family's estates, he watched his older brothers, sisters, and cousins train as they prepared to enter the Collegem and dreamed of the day he, too, would prove himself as a hero.
But once he was old enough for the family tutors to begin his training, he was made painfully aware of what the storybooks didn't say about Kaides. No one ever wrote about how many pushups the heroes in the tales had to do, or how many miles they were made to run...or how many times they were hit with a stick in fencing lessons. Sometimes, the stories talked about how scary the monsters were, but the heroes were always brave enough to stand up to them; Vincent began to wonder if any of them would have been brave enough to hold their heads up against the glowering menace of his teachers. Or the judging gazes from other members of the family, from servants and vassals.
He did not have talent---he was uncoordinated, slight of build, and too soft-hearted. He lacked discipline, not in the sense that he was unruly, but in the sense that when things became too difficult, he did not have the mental fortitude to keep pushing; he would collapse, he would mentally shut down, and worst of all, he would cry when he was in pain.
The weight of those stares grew on him, but as a child he could not put a name to the feelings he felt. And so he struggled along as best he could, still believing in his innocent dreams, still hoping his ignorant hopes. When he entered the Collegem, however, he could no longer ignore the darkness beginning to close in on him. Scolding became screaming. Punishments became torture. The disapproving stares became mocking laughter. And he made his first real mistake.
"I am a son of House Kaides, the strongest and most noble of Luzia's Great Clans! How dare you treat me this way! I won't tolerate this, this, this disrespect!"
The first time some of the other boys caught him in a shadowy corridor---away from the instructors, away from his siblings, away from anyone who might've had some sense of honor---he finally began to understand. He sought out retribution, but was chided for being "a tattletale," for "bringing it on himself," for "demanding respect when he should have earned it." And whenever they found out, the other boys would try to catch him again. The childish ideals began to crack...but through mere stubbornness, he held his dream together. Like impurities flaking off molten steel under the beating hammer, he held onto his determination. By merely surviving, he became a little stronger.
He realized that he had to work harder; he had to force himself to take one step further, to go a little farther than he had before each and every time. And yet...
Now he was blamed for being a "troublemaker," as the number of incidents increased, yet when they asked him what he had to say for himself he was met with the same accusations as before. He worked hard, he studied, and yet his improvements were disregarded---"You should have been doing this the whole time; why wait until now?" He saw the pedestal of heroism beginning to crumble---the wicked prospered, and the good suffered. Talent, connections, charisma, and most of all...sheer, unrelenting strength. Those were all that mattered to House Kaides---not the foolish notions of children's stories.
He could count on one hand the number of times he'd met his father. One of those times, now 18 years old, he made his second biggest mistake.
"I am your own blood, and not even you give me any respect!" There was more to it, of course. He'd gone on an entire tirade. The Patriarch had sat, arms crossed, the words seeming to bounce off him like arrows clinking against a stone wall. "What must I do, to earn your respect?" And at the end of it all, Martenos Caelestys Kaides looked his youngest son in the eyes and spoke.
"You can't."
He didn't understand. He fled from the Patriarch's sight. For the next year he trained even harder. The Demon War began, but at first the cadets in the Collegem were untroubled---it would be put down soon. Lagentym fell, shocking the kingdom, but the frontlines were still far away. The River Borders were seized by demonic forces; many of the instructors and the elite units of the family were called away. Vincent now truly had no one left to protect him; his final year was all but a bloodbath, and on top of it all, he failed to produce a single drop of Aura on what should have been his graduation day.
In 1014 YC, he had little choice but to join the war effort with every other able bodied warrior. And he finally figured it out.
If he couldn't be stronger, he would be meaner. If his hard work wouldn't be rewarded, he would cheat. If he couldn't snatch victory, then he would steal it.
In a fight, the man who was more righteous, more skilled, or more popular did not always win. But those who won, always hurt the enemy more. And so Vincent resolved to be crueler than the monsters he fought, even to the monsters on his own side. It was by no means easy, for he was still weak. He lost, again and again. To save himself from Wyvern venom, he cut off his own left arm. He continued to lose, and finally Awakened. A wulver's claw took his right eye. Yet for everything they took from him, he made them suffer threefold. He finally attained victory---even developing, at risk to his own life, his Aura Type.
But in the end, it still wasn't enough. And yet...now he finds himself thrown back in time, back to the days when he was young, and kind, and pathetic, and stupid!
Equipment
Preferred Weapon: Dual Swords
N/A
Abilities
Physical Strength: 1st Rate [+2 Exp]
Aura: 2nd Rate [+1 Exp]
Magic: 0th Circle
Skills:
Devil's Eye - Vincent's Aura Type is Sensation. In his first life, the empty socket of his right eye became the channeling point, re-igniting with crimson flare. Within 10 feet of himself, he is able to detect all living creatures around him even in active combat; effectively, he's got an Arkham/AssCreed QTE-sense (w/o auto-counter, of course). However, it can't be used for long because he doesn't have enough Aura for it. [+1 Exp]
In terms of gaining more EXP points n all, is it something that's like "once every arc" or something that happens more often? Are people getting EXP on a case by case basis, off of what characters do, or do we get EXP as a group, like how milestone leveling works?
@Zeroth I wasn't thinking that far ahead, I was mainly thinking her parents as her greatest regret and the reason of her failure, but I wasn't considering them relevant apart from that. For me, being the granddaughter of Deividas Kaides sounds perfect and really fitting: I could be the daughter of one of the forgotten children, what would explain a lot of the isolation and attitude.
As for other details, I don't have anything important in mind. As I saw I was one of the last (or the last) to have a character sheet, I tried to keep it open and more focused on the character instead of context and other things of the story, not wanting to disrupt what was already created. So, I'm open to whichever you find more fitting. As for them showing up at the Collegem, what I had in mind have always been the idea of a perfect family but just for show, the kind of people that never explains or tells too much, that's the only relevant detail I had
In terms of gaining more EXP points n all, is it something that's like "once every arc" or something that happens more often? Are people getting EXP on a case by case basis, off of what characters do, or do we get EXP as a group, like how milestone leveling works?
There will be certain events, like time-skips, that will equally reward everyone. But, Players will indeed receive EXP for individual actions as well---it's not meant to make players competitive, necessarily, but to emphasize how only making different choices this time around will help them move past the troubles of their first lifetime.
Yo! I arrenged the Family tree for ease of visualization:
Arrows are descendants and normal lines are marriages/relationships. If anyone is sure who their PC parentage is I would love to add them.
I know Martenos married too young for the mother of the sisters trio (Estelle, Ophelia, I'll probably name my Isana) to be his first wife. Maybe his second or third? It depends mostly on when Martenos married the second and third time. Any input, @Zeroth?
I know Martenos married too young for the mother of the sisters trio (Estelle, Ophelia, I'll probably name my Isana) to be his first wife. Maybe his second or third? It depends mostly on when Martenos married the second and third time. Any input, @Zeroth?
I took Estelle's age into account when finalizing Martenos's age in the OOC Char tab; she would've been conceived when he was 19, so I feel the second wife is probably the most likely position for the trio's mother. With Estelle being possibly the oldest of the PCs, I figured that position might play into some of the reasoning around either Sherry's attack or the one on Ophelia---the 1st Wife might not have been the first to conceive a child, and thus maybe she or her child (if it were Sherry or someone else) bears a grudge because it puts their position as "head wife" in danger.
Speaking of, @OwO, I had planned on Vincent being one of the younger siblings who greatly admired Estelle---he wouldn't have really understood why "Big Sis 'Stella'" suddenly decided to up and leave, but since he wouldn't have seen her after he turned 12 or so, she'd be one of the few siblings he'd maintain a positive view on as he got edgier and edgier because he didn't directly witness her "fall from grace" moment before he went to the Collegem. But how do you feel about the concept, since it seems almost guaranteed he'll be born from one of the other wives?
And @Silver Carrot, would having Vincent as a full-blood little brother throw any wrenches into Sherry's bad-bitch persona? Or would you otherwise prefer they be from separate mothers?
