Name: Vellia
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Birthday: March 19th
Allied to?: Shepherds, Regna Ferox
Weapon(s): Silver Axe, Iron Sword
Clothing & Appearance: Class: Hero
Personality: Offers a kind smile to her friends, but you wouldn't want to be caught on the wrong side of her blade. There are times she enjoys the rush of battle so much, though, that she almost never simply disarms her opponents or lets them escape. She is also highly defensive, especially of those who she cares about. Due to the war, she has become desensitized to violence, especially involving the undead and Grimleal. Despite all this, she does still have some degree of self-control, and tries to avoid liquor lest she lose that control.
Bio: The daughter of two Feroxi warriors, it'd be unusual if Vellia wasn't a fierce fighter herself. After her birth, her mother retired from the army to raise her. As she grew, she studied how to become a warrior. It was quickly discovered that she was a complete klutz with a spear, unable to wield the lengthy weapon, and though she never excelled i the fancy maneuvers of the blade, the idea of raw power behind an axe appealed to her. It was often claimed that she was much like her father in that aspect, though she didn't learn just how much of a compliment that was until she became old enough to serve in the military and fight alongside him.
His axe was twice the size of even the largest of weapons Vellia had seen before that time, and his ferocity was unmatchable. She almost lost her focus just watching him in battle during her first fight. She quickly learned her lesson when an arrow pierced the top of her left ear, and it was only luck that kept more harm from befalling her. Oftentimes, after she became more experienced, her preference was to charge into battle wielding both an axe and sword, attacking in a violent flurry of steel.
Eventually, she became a commander of a small force, fighting away from her parents, and not long after her promotion came odd happenings in the south. Ylisse seemed to have entered civil war against one of its more predominant fighting forces. Not only that, but it had gone to war with Pleigia. It was fighting on two fronts, and yet...it was still winning.
Curious to test her might against these powerful warriors, Vellia took a temporary leave of absence from the Feroxi armed forces. She traveled south, merely looking to test herself, but instead found herself fighting off tons of Ylissian troops. As a result of the battle, she found she had sustained injuries that would cripple her fighting style, so much so that as she tried to cross back into Regna Ferox, she was cut off, unable to break through the Ylissian military to her homeland on her own.
It was then that she found a number of companions that she would serve for the remainder of the war: the Shepherds.
Quirks: First to draw her weapon, and perhaps the most bipolar.
Strengths: Beating the living shiz out of stuff; anything violent.
Weaknesses: Romance; Humor; Skilled Bowmen
Likes: Big, dangerous weapons; Fighting (for fun, honor, or her life)
Dislikes: Formality; Flirts; Risen; Grimleal; “Evil”
Romantic Interest: More likely to date her axe than anything living.
Other:Black Knight: “Here. Have this blade.”
Greil: “What’re you doing?”
Black Knight: “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.... I would prefer it if you used your proper weapon, so that I might see you at your full strength...General Gawain, Rider of Daein!”
Greil: “That
was my name, once...but I...threw it away. The only weapon I need...is right...here!”
Black Knight: “Do you...
want to die?”
Greil: “Your voice.... I remember you. Think
you can defeat
me? The man who taught
you how to fight? What a fool. C’mon boy! Come try me!”