[CHAR] The Rebellion of Avenase (An original Final Fantasy RP) (Still Accepting!)

[Shurikai]

Name: Cayenne Pepper Ro'ni

Age: 23

Race: Hyur

Class: Warrior

Origin: Avenase

Appearance

Weapon: Sword and shield

Magic: None

Personality: Cayenne is level headed in tense situations.. and really all situations. He is well disciplined and rarely shows any emotion unless under extreme duress. Off duty, he is open, kind, and enjoys making people laugh.

He sees the best in everyone and doesn't let other peoples opinions cloud his judgement. This is a weakness as much as a strength as he has been used many times. Cayenne has an innate sense of protection that branches to everyone he comes into contact with.
He refuses to talk about his past and will walk away from anyone that asks.

Loyalty: Imperium

Rank: Second-in-Command of the 74th Armored Division

History: Growing up, Cayenne was surrounded by family. He had an older sister, Sage, and a baby sister, Buttercream. His parents were not often home as their work took them away for long periods of time. This put a lot of stress on the boy as he feared Sage was always plotting some kind of malice toward he and Buttercream. He took to keeping his younger sister busy outside, playing in the grass or counting birds. He was always on watch. Then everything changed.

At the age of 16, Cayenne watched his house burn to the ground. He had gone to take an evening walk, since he had developed a headache earlier that day and the cool air seemed to help. Cayenne returned to a blazing inferno surrounded by those trying desperately to snuff the flames, but it was too strong. The others had to hold him back to keep him from charging into the fire. He could hear the dying screams of his baby sister as the house collapsed on itself.

Moving to the city, Cayenne spent the next two years living on the streets. He stole food and water, lived in squalor, and harassed pigeons for fun. Just after his 18th birthday, he was caught stealing bread. Rather than cutting off something important, he was conscripted into the Imperial Army. There he found what he had been looking for. Something to take his mind off his past.

The training helped him escape his anger and guilt and he used this focus to push himself hard. Over the next five years, Cayenne climbed in stature. He was disciplined, refined, and strong. His skill with a blade became well known amongst the soldiers, but he was often found daydreaming. Thinking of a life that could be better than just being a soldier.

Other: Cayenne loves plants, and is a self-proclaimed botanist. He collects random specimens and grows them. He also really loves bread. More than life. He feels its the reason he doesn't have a girlfriend... and he doesn't care.

[Fabricant451]

Cerylia Selwyn

Cerylia Selwyn || Twenty Seven || Hume

Class:
Warrior

Origin:
Tormin

Weapon:
Rapier

Magic:
A Simple Fire Spell

Personality:
Cerylia is a harsh woman whose piercing rapier is second only to the piercing blows given by her words. She has little time for the lazy or the sluggish and possesses a rather short fuse when it comes to getting aggravated or else annoyed. Cerylia is quite blunt, which is often mistaken for being rude, but there's a difference, in her mind anyway, between someone being crude and insulting and one who doesn't see the point in mincing words. Someone who is struggling or lagging behind isn't going to improve by someone patting them on the back and saying "you can do it" but someone telling them their faults, harsh tone of voice or otherwise, is going to get results one way or another.

Those that know her, be it personally or by reputation, long for the day when she removes the rod wedged firmly somewhere unpleasant and becomes much more...accepting, but that day might never come. Her method of dealing with others serves her own purpose and goals, and if others cannot keep up then the fault is theirs.



Loyalty:
Imperial Empire

Rank:
Instructor, Elite Training Group Alpha

History:
Though she hails from Tormin, Cerylia never considered it much of a home and often felt isolated in the magical attuned land. While others her age were casting spells and learning others, Cerylia never had much luck with the arcane pursuits, only barely getting a fire going after considerable effort. Cerylia's answer was to focus on more martial efforts. It became a bit more troublesome as anyone she challenged to a duel in order to perfect her technique would either decline or attack with magic, which made for an incredibly awkward experience for both parties.

Her grandfather, whom she lived with, served as an independent trader, travelling between Tormin and Avenase frequently. On one of his trips Cerylia wanted to come along with the little white lie of wanting to learn the routes in case she wanted to continue the merchant trade. Avenase proved to be a much better fit for the girl, not from its geography or anything of the sort, but because of its martial prowess. During her grandfather's month-long stay in the main city, Cerylia scoped out the militia and was eager to go through at the lowest level in order to increase her ability and knowledge.

She stayed behind, her grandfather supporting her decision though it took a fair bit of convincing on Cerylia's end, and enlisted. Cerylia's reputation as a duelist and a stickler for rules, regulations, and the merits of hard work spread as she rose from a simple recruit to her current position. Because of the opportunity afforded to her by the Imperial Empire and their military, her loyalty is with their ruler even as his sights are set on the place of her birth. Tormin was where she was born. Avenase is her home.

[Krinos Solstice]

Name: Tyme Ishinara

Age: 25

Race: Hume

Class: Warrior

Origin: Avenase

Appearance

Weapon: Folding gunblade(Only one in existence)

Magic: Fire, Haste, Thunder, Cure, and Meteor(Sealed).

Personality: Tyme is not very outgoing, though he's quite friendly once you get to know him. He's loyal to a fault, and caring. He never abandons his friends.

Loyalty: Red Sun Guard

Rank: Sun Acolyte

History: Tyme's history is shrouded in mystery, only Matriarch Luna Bladedancer of Tormin knows the details of the man's history. However, it is known that he is the only one to possess a folding gunblade and natural born magic in his blood. Currently, Tyme is on a ship to Tormin, lost in thoughts of a memory from his past.

[Skelace]

Alexander Douglason

Name: Alexander Douglason

Age: 25

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Origin: Tormin

Appearance:

Hider

Weapon: Staff

Magic: Fire, Water, Blizzard, Lightning

Personality: Alexander would describe himself as a realist. Others might describe him heartless, cynical, and not worthy of trust. He would simply state they are ignorant to the world, though he would secretly agree with them. Alexander has focused his whole life on achieving one thing, power. His every breath is dedicated to gathering more power for himself. He gave up on the idea of political power, at a young age and instead focused on knowledge and magic, developing a deep and true love for the both. He often keeps to himself, not interjecting unless asked a direct question. When one does this though he wastes no time telling people what they want to hear instead giving them his true opinion on matters which are heavily based in the books and tomes he reads. This causes most people to let him keep his own company. Cunning and cruel when it suits him, Alexander prefers to sit back and watch events unfold until there is no other option to react in which case he tries to achieve the end result of said event as quickly as possible.

Loyalty: Imperium

Rank: Lead Mage Apprentice to General Faet Asharna

History: Alexander was born a frail and sickly infant into a family of magi in Tormin. Both his parents were white mages as well as his three sisters when they grew into their own. His family's magic carried him through his sickly childhood until his body became well enough to function on its own. His family was charged taking care of one of the many great forests and they had done so for generations. Magic ran strong in the bloodline and Deston was expected to become the head of his household when his father passed, though with all the regenerative magics surrounding the family this wasn't expected to happen for some time. Hi mother was doting, his father caring and tried to pass on his wisdom. His elder sister was nurturing and his two younger sisters looked up to him as though he were a hero. Alex found it all quiet smothering. The chirping of the birds, the calls of the crickets, the soft whisper of the wind all constantly tugged at his attention whenever he escaped his family by some miracle to study what books of magic he could get his hands on. He had heard stories of the great cities in the Imperium. Cities that were filled with buildings that stored vast wells of knowledge dedicated to learning, where no distractions would be. Where the use of destruction magic wasn't frowned upon (Alexander's secret guilty pleasure). As he grew into his teenage years his desire of living somewhere far from his ceaselessly doting family. And one day his chance came with the help of an Imperium Merchant.

The merchants caravan was traveling through a well cared for trail in the forest and had stopped by his parents abode offering to trade in supplies. As they conversed the merchant mentioned that the Imperium was in short supply of all things magic. And Alexander decided to take a chance. He was nearly a man and if he had to spend the rest of his life taking care of this forest he would surely burn the whole place down in a fit of madness. After the merchant departed Alex waited an hour before giving chase, his figured his family would simply think he had gone off to study like he often did. He was able to bargain his mediocre skills at dark magic as a body guard in return for being able to accompany the man back to the Imperium.

Once they arrived in one of the great cities the two quickly went their separate ways, the merchant finding Alexander a poor traveling companion. The city was far different from the forest that Alex was used to. There were no easy pickings for food when he was hungry finding that he at first had to settle for stealing from street vendors for a meal once a day. He eventually was able to receive a job as a cashier in small shop. The job nearly drove him mad but it allowed him to afford his own place to stay. His time in the city wasn't anything like he had thought it would be and he began to miss the comfort of the forest. But his desire to learn and ply his trade in black magic wasn't so easily extinguished. One day on his way to work he stumbled across a recruiter for the Imperium military. It not only paid far better than his current job, but once the recruiter discovered Alexander's talent for magic the man assured Alexander that he would not only be allowed to use his craft they would actually help him study and train in it. The young lad immediately agreed to join.

[Ezmeralda]

Katherine

Name: Katherine Ophelium

Age: 18

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Origin: Tormin

Appearance:

Weapon: Mace and Shield

Magic: Cure

Personality: Katherine is a little shy around new people, but devoted, dependable, and very sweet once you break through her shields and get to know her. Generally, she is a bit of a klutz except in battle, when she can push through her clumsiness. Katherine enjoys helping peope, even though she usually just ends up breaking things unless it invlovles fighting. She is very interested in magic of all kinds, but particularly White Magic. What greater way to help people than by healing their wounds and sicknesses? However, as clumsy as she is, Katherine is afraid what kind of damage she could do accidently if she couldn't control her magic.

Loyalty: Red Sun Guard

Rank: Commander of Scout Force Raven

History: Born to a noble family of mages in Tormin, Katherine was always expected to be a mage like almost every Ophelium to date.
She was told that she did have the ability, but she lacked the control, and was too afriad of hurting anyone to really try her best
with magic, although she is a little more comfortable with White Magic.

Katherine still knew she had to defend herself somehow, though. But seeing as there weren't many warriors around she could learn
from, she taught herself to use a mace and shield. This, however, lead to her being looked down upon slightly in her family.
Magic was their speciality and they knew she had at least some talent with both. Her brothers teased her constantly
and her sisters treated as though she were just a baby, dressing her up in cute clothes and makeup or something.
It was slightly embarassing, but she supposed there were worse things because despite this she knew they did love her, although she
wished they'd treat her like an adult sometimes.

[Belle]

Name: Lyona Stormrider

Age: 23

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Origin: Avanase

Appearance:

Weapon: Twin Thin Swords

Personality: Lyona is harsh and cold. She takes no crap from anyone, especially men who think she is weaker than them. Once a recruit made a crack about her being a woman in the army. Lyona kicked his ass, not even stopping when he begged for mercy. She left him bleeding and unconscious. Her superior has made several notes about her being too hard on the new recruits, putting the fear of the Goddess in them.
Any questions about her past gets you on her bad list. Of course she doesn't really have a good list so... you're really screwed either way.

Something happened to make her the cold bitch that she is. Beneath the ice is a still broken heart. She is still working through a deep seated anger at something... or someone...

Loyalty: Imperial Army

Rank: Special Operations Instructor

History: Lyona was born in a small village. The rest is not really known until she joined the Imperial Guard and has been working on rising through the ranks. Her particular brand of cruelty has served her lord well, but even she has lines she does not cross. Children are not to be touched and she has described in detail what will happen to the manhood of those soldiers who touch a woman in an immoral way. She is a valuable enough warrior for her superiors to let her have her way in how prisoners are dealt with. She always offers men a choice : swear loyalty to the Imperial Army or die. Women are given the same choice and children are taken to the Capitol to be cared for until they are old enough to make the same decision. She has a very high recruitment rate because of these tactics.

(I hope she is okay. Let me know what I need to change.)

[Mistress Dizzy]

Name: Jinayah

Age: 20

Race: Human

Class: Archer

Origin: Tormin

Appearance: Jin is petite, about 5 feet tall, slender but muscular. Her black hair is worn in a short, messy cut. Her eyes are very dark, bright and alert, missing very little. She usually wears simple leather armor, with a reinforced glove and shoulder pad on her shooting arm. She has a pair of tattoos on her torso- one indicting the clan of goblins she belongs to, and one marking the specific family who raised her.

Weapon: Modified recurve bow, slingshot and sharpened stones, small dagger.

Magic: Latent/limited White Magic sometimes activated by severe stress.

Personality: Jin has an exuberant personality, and is endlessly curious. While some people might think her simple, that's not true. Jin's no fool, but her lack of language skills makes her seem slow to other people. There are some things that Jin doesn't understand fully, though- class divisions and hatred of nonhumans are two of them. When she encounters these situations, Jin promptly responds with anger,, and defends those who are in trouble.

Loyalty: Tormin

Rank(To be given by GM):

History: Jinayah was born to a pair of nomadic adventurers, a warrior and a small-time mage. They happily traveled up and down Tormin, simply enjoying the world and each other. Her parents were decent adventurers with terrible luck- their lives were taken by a thug gang near the mountains. Luckily said gang had some form of heart. They left the now-orphaned baby Jin alive but alone, wailing in the forest. Baby Jin cried her little eyes out, but when her parents did not wake, she started to wander. She made it into a series of caves and busied herself trying to catch fireflies.

It was here that her fate was changed forever. That evening, the local goblin village went to gather wood and forage for food. They found the innocent baby playing there at the mouth of one of their caves. She showed no fear of them, and in fact, seemed more curious about their ears than anything else. After a lot of discussion and a trip to the village elder, it was decided. As there was no human settlement within a short traveling distance, the goblins decided to raise the child as one of their own.

Like any orphan, little Jin became the village's child, raised by all, taught by all, and loved by all. The goblin children learned to accept the tiny-eared, brown skinned, skinny human as just another one of them. Life was happy for Jin, for the most part. Sometimes she slept and dreamt of screaming, but for the most part, she learned to work, fight, and live. The goblins discovered she was a natural with a sling, able to hit faraway targets with stunning accuracy. They taught her to hone that talent, and to move silently and swiftly. When she was about ten, her magic started to show, the gift of the light. The few magicians in the village trained her to harness those skills, but she showed much more promise in the physical arts than the magical.

When her coming of age was at hand, she chose to go out in the world and seek a fortune for the village, to make her name great and make everyone proud. She was seen off with much love, luck and tears, to make her way in the world. Now she travels Tormin, having pledged not to return until she brings glory or treasure back to the clan.

[Krinos Solstice]

Name: Luna Bladedancer

Age: 28

Race: Human

Class: -hidden for plot reasons-

Origin: Tormin

Appearance:

Weapon(keep it basic obviously): Heirloom Staff, sword and shield

Magic: -hidden for plot purposes-

Personality: Luna is firm, but kind, expected of a leader of her caliber. She is a firm believer in second chances, as shown by her willingness to give Tyme another chance at being someone. Her faith as Eden's follower is unbreakable, she has devoted herself to the teachings of Eden. However, she is not oblivious to Doria's other Goddess, Ultima. To do so would be foolish. She cares for her people just as much as she does the land that is her country.

Loyalty: Tormin

Rank(To be given by GM): Matriarch of Tormin

History: The Matriarch

[Leolycan]

My Hider

Nitire Segundis

Race:
Human (Male)

Age:
25

Class:
Lancer

Origin:
Avenase (Defector)

Weapon:
Barbed Spear

Magic:
Blizzard, Thunder

Personality:
Nitire spent a good majority of his early adulthood in the military of Avenase, and knows how to follow orders and march in line with the rest of the pack. However, he is above all compassionate and empathetic, which led to his ultimate decision to leave his homeland and desert the army in favor of the RSG. This decision still tugs at his heartstrings, dreading the day he stumbles upon family or friend on the battlefield as an enemy and traitor. In his mind though, he'd rather die a traitor then a villain. Once he realized he was fighting for nothing more than a tyrant and a devil, he bided his time until events transpired that secured his defection.

Not one to bow out of a fight, Nitire is passionate to a fault as he fervently defends his stance on any matter often to the point of personal conflict. He believes strongly in the warrior's code, and will do nothing to tarnish his honor more then it already has been. With his spear and his body, he vows to see the tyranny end and revel in the peace left in the ruins of it's downfall.

Loyalty:
Tormin

Rank:
(TBD)

History:

Born to a simple merchant family, Nitire grew bored of his place in life and often set out to find ways to liven his dull existence. First, he played the rebel during his school years, finding himself at ends with teachers and other officials as he constant roused 'excitement' in all manner and forms. These years saw him involved in several brawls with other students, often suspended and nearly expelled all together. However, the day his father passed, Nitire took time to mellow and reflect on this event. Now a bastard at the age of 16, he began to make an effort to reform himself as he strove to better his grades and create a better name for himself. Needless to say, it was rough since most teachers and officials had grown to despise the young man. Despite all this, he graduated and moved onward to military service- a staple for young men in the country of Avenase. So with that, he bid farewell to his mother as he set off for a glorious future as a man of war.

As with every new recruit, his initial time was a struggle as he tried to fight his rebellious nature and conform to his superiors. However, this mentality didn't last long as he found himself beaten and 'disciplined' to the point of a nearly broken psyche. Quietly he began to gather up the broken fragments and mold them -although coerced- into a perfect soldier. If your commander said to jump, he asked how high? If you were ordered take a new recruit and 'enlighten' him to how the squad worked, he did it. This went on for man years as Nitire merely acted as a vessel for the armies will... That until he was forced out of his daze to the true nature of his superiors.

It was supposed to be a simple engagement; a small skirmish on the border with an underwhelming retinue. Despite this information, the captain of his platoon gathered an overwhelming number of soldiers and began the march to the field of battle. Sure enough, fighting ensued as the forces clashed. Nitire was tasked with assaulting the enemies rear with an ambush designed to lure the enemy into overextending. Once again, Nitire did not question this as he took his spear and awaited with the others of the assault squad. Just like clockwork, a small squad acting as a diversion lured the Tormin forces further into Avenasian territory. With a rallying cry, Nitire and his brothers struck a decisive blow against the enemy- who by this point has suffered numerous casualties and eventually surrendered. All the soldiers were rounded up and locked away at camp, left there for questioning with the promise of freedom... Or so Nitire was told.

"Next." The burly mountain of a man spoke, wiping his blade clean of the freshly spilt blood that now stained his metal and the grass beneath him. As a couple of soldier stepped forward to haul away the freshly disposed corpse, another was led before the towering man and forced to his knees. Nitire watched on in horror as one after one the men were dispatched without mercy or consideration- even if they provided valuable intel.

"This isn't war! This is nothing more than a slaughter!" Nitire protested, his old rebellious and passionate tendencies begining to reawaken.

"Shut up, you insubordinate fool! One more outburst and I'll see you in chains along with the other dogs!" His commander retorted, followed by a heavy backhand that threatened to topple the younger and smaller male. It was at this point, Nitire had his revalation and began plotting his future actions.

Fast forward a few weeks later, and once again they were in the midst of conflict. Set to be part of the assault squad once more, he intentionally set himself at the back of the column. Once the signal was given to attack, the man rounded and began to flee towards the border. It was a heart pounding experience, having to duck in and out of cover as he continued to try and evade any possible pursuers. Luckily enough, the venture wasn't met with any more turmoil as his eyes fell upon a lone harbor and a boat departing soon for the landmass. Using the last of the funds he had on his person, he 'paid' (bribed) the captain to allow his passage aboard the ship to the opposing nation in this conflict.

He didn't know what else to do... Or rather, he wasn't sure. He had heard stories of the nation of Tormin and it's leaders. 'A nation fighting for peace?' A thought that played out in his head the entire trip across the sea. After seeing the brutal and often evil nature of his commanders in the Avenasian army, he began to entertain the idea of fighting against those who oppressed him and the many others during his time there... More so, he began to envision fighting for a noble purpose. It was then he made up his mind, committing to the idea of surrendering to the Tormin army and volunteering to enlist. He knew there was a chance he'd simply be detained; possibly even deported back to his homeland, but he'd have to try.

Once the boat made landfall, he found his way to nearest city and surrendered himself to the local guard/militia. At this point, his fate was in the hands of the RSG.

[Zarkun]

Zoran Joranis

Name: Zoran Joranis

Age: 27

Race: Hume

Class: Warrior

Origin: Tormin

Appearance

Weapon: Gunblade

Magic: Fire

Personality: Zoran is calm, collected, and determined, seeing a job or mission through to the end no matter what, but struggles with the depression brought on by loosing his parents. With that said, when weapons are free, he's a hellion on the battle field, delighting in the pyrotechnics that his use of Fire creates.

Loyalty: Neutral

Rank(To be given by GM):

History: Zoran Joranis was born in one of the smaller towns far from the coast-ward capitol of Tormin. He had a normal life for the most part, his father getting him hooked at age eight to the many kinds of weaponry that existed in the world. However, his favorite was always the gunblade, a masterful combination of melee strikes with ranged lethality. When he was twelve, he decided to enlist with the RSG to learn how to wield one and help protect his home. He studied hard before every test for the next six years, taking every physical improvement class he could and attending several martial arts clubs to make sure he was as fit as possible for when he could finally enlist. These classes filled up his free time, though he eventually changed from so many martial arts clubs with an agility club so he could also be limber.

The day Zoran turned 18, he went straight to the enlistment office, though his parents had their reservations, and signed up, leaving after he finished his schooling for training. When they started, he insisted on learning how to use a gunblade, scoring high in the test to be trained with it. While he was away, he wrote letters home regularly, with his parents always sending back replies. However, near the completion of his training, his parents didn't get a response to his letter to him or the one after. He didn't think anything of it, knowing that they were likely getting ready for his homecoming. His confidence, and happiness, where destroyed the day after completing training. A letter arrived from his grandparents informing him of their murder and that the one responsible hadn't been caught yet.

Zoran, set upon by an odd mixture of depression and determination, finished his time with the RSG with a flawless record and an honorable discharge. However, he was disillusioned with the idea of protecting everyone and became a wanderer, helping those he could and praying for those he couldn't.

[zaga2575]

Name: Kessig Mianthus

Origin: Avenase

Age: 24

Race: Human

Class: Lancer
Appearance:

Weapon(keep it basic obviously): Halberd

Magic: Cure (want to be a peacekeeper, or subduer.) I have an idea and can explain it more to you later.

Personality: Pacifist. Kessig learned to fight to subdue. He believes that there is good in everyone, and some may need it beat into them.

Loyalty: Luna Bladedancer

Rank(To be given by GM): Luna Bladedancer Elite Guard

History: Kessig hailed from the imperial lands. Tired of its harsh brutality, and its military based structure, he chose to leave. He went in search of his true calling, and found it when gazing upon Luna Bladedancer. She was giving a speech about the importance of peace, and he was awestruck. For the last 6 years, he has done everything he can to get closer to the woman. Luna's wisdom is what the world needs in Kessig's eyes. Too much death, too much senseless violence. And for what? To be able to say the words "It's mine."? The continents ruled the people not the other way around. People focus on control so much, that when catastrophe strikes, they realize how little control they really have. In Kessig's eyes, the world was a gift, not something to be taken for granted. It seemed Luna offered the same insight.

Kessig's popularity did grow in Tormin, and his experience with the Halberd was sought after. While training in Tormin, he met a mage. He taught the man a little self defense, so in close quarters he could get away and cast his spells, and in return, the mage started teaching Kessig how to feel the mana in the air. To sense the magic. He hoped that he could learn to heal those wounded. The hair on his arms stood up and followed the flow of magic on this beautiful continent. He could feel it, but could not quite channel it. The mage told him he had potential and it was indeed possible.

Kessig's family abandoned him when he denounced the Imperials and he hasn't spoken to them since. His father a wealthy man had donated many times to their cause, making their family name fairly known. His fathers caravans were often guarded by imperial soldiers because of his loyalty and he oftened discounted wares and goods to the army. Many people on Avenase sported Mianthus wares.