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Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

@Hero I added a thing for Clarissa's Crest ability and then added in the trivia section to clarify a bit.

The Gifted - Concluded

James Kingston

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Location: Outside -> Garage
Skills: N/A

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James gave a half hearted salute to everyone as they left and he took the time to relax outside on the ground. What the hell had his life become? He did not sign up to face down powerful and dangerous people who kept insisting on crippling and killing the members of the Underground. How did they even get to this point? Their whole job was to help mutants escape persecution. Yet somehow, it felt like they were quickly turning into a small militia. They’d faced down Sinister, the others dealt with Polaris and Pyro trying to find a scientist, James and his team had to beat up a bunch of Purifiers while almost all of them were infected, and now Magneto had come calling. Great look for a relief group.

James sighed at the thought and focused on the sun on his face and the ground beneath him. He really ought to do this more often. It felt nice not to be thinking about the next thing, the next project, the next whatever nonsense they were going to be inevitably pulled into. Speaking on nonsense… James pulled himself up from the ground with a groan, feeling himself ache in places he didn’t realize could, and shook the dirt off his back. The team was back with Jack and Glimpse had probably poked through his head already so he should probably go check up on Sunshine. His legs protested but he made his way inside eventually. He felt like he could nap for the next nine hundred years. Yeah, he was definitely putting a nap on the to do list.

What he found in the garage was… honestly another day at the Underground. Waverly was bleeding, Spark Plug else had vomited if the smell was any indication, and things seemed a little tense. “So, uh, what’s up?” James asked, not really sure where to start with whatever shitstorm he just walked into.

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

@Hero The deed is done!

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

@Lauder What House are you thinking about?

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

@Scribe of Thoth Dude, that's fine! A few of the others don't either but we can teach you what you need to know and the wiki is plenty helpful too! Join us!

Hero, Obby, and I can talk for years about this so explaining is really no problem

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

@Hero Here is my CS for initial review. I took some liberty with where I put the height and eye color though so definitely let me know if I need to move it!

WIP Character Sheet

_{Height: 5'4" || Eye Color: Green}

_{We don't have all day!}

Name

Clarissa von Edmund

Age

18 _{Born the 21st day of the Great Tree Moon, 1477}

Country of Origin

Leicester Alliance

Social Standing

Noble: House Edmund

Crest

Crest of Maurice (Crest of the Beast)
_{Unbeknownst to her, Clarissa's Crest passively compels honesty from both those she speaks with and herself.}

Starting Class

Monk

Weapon of Choice

White Magic (Sword secondary)

Strengths

Faith and Authority

Weaknesses

Lance and Axe

Starting Spells

Heal

Personality

Bold and impulsive, Clarissa Edmund is an aggressively outspoken proponent of her beliefs. The first to disregard the pretense of deliberation, Clarissa refuses empty flattery and circular arguing in favor of constructive criticism advancing her agenda. Her stance on issues is rarely unknown and she operates without the veneer of secrecy her political peers are so well known for. It’s her opinion that transparency is the fundamental value of trust and that only those with ill intention gain anything from secrecy. As such, she throws herself entirely into whatever she considers worthwhile, sure in her steps and steadfast in her convictions, and rarely double guesses her decisions.

Unlike her mother who draws on the serenity of Seiros, Clarissa’s faith only fans the flames of her passion. She speaks glowingly of the establishment anytime the subject comes up, fully committed to the Church’s message of peace, forgiveness, and charity, and is quick to turn against those who speak ill of it. The Alliance’s neutrality with the Church has always bothered her—after all, Fodlan only stayed together thanks to the guidance of Archbishop Rhea—and she fully plans to support an expansion of the Church's influence in the Alliance.

History

The first born daughter of Beaufort and Odette Edmund, Clarissa Edmund seemed destined to be cut from the same cloth as her father: energetic, loud, and brash even as a baby. She spent her life proving everyone right. She spent her early years at her father’s knee, adopting his love for horseback riding, sailing, and swordplay during their outings and picking up the nuances of Edmund oration in the process. Each evening after lessons, the pair would slip away to Clarissa’s favorite spot in the family estate that overlooked the harbor and would talk about her studies and the world at large over a pot of mint tea.

Her mother however, maintained an incredibly strict lifestyle for Clarissa when she wasn’t with her father. Born with a minor Crest of the Beast, Odette wept when she learned Clarissa inherited a Major Crest. Marianne Edmund’s adoption tainted the family line with the cursed Crest and her influence still shaped how the family handled the Crest three hundred years later. Odette limited her interaction with anyone outside of the core staff and immediate family and immersed Clarissa in Church activity. She believed that only faith and piety could combat the Crest’s malignant effects. She kept the truth of the Crest away from Clarissa as long as she could and it worked for a while.

However, the birth of her younger brother afforded her an opportunity to escape her mother’s limitations. With Beaufort as her ally, Clarissa won independent outings to the Church for a weekly social gathering of children her age with the condition that a trusted family friend, Bishop Jehan, would act as her chaperone. The man had the patience of Saint Cethleann herself and handled her million questions with ease. Her social group consisted mostly of the children of wealthy merchants and she quickly established her reputation as a leader, taking responsibility for the group and their activities. She molded the group in the image of Odette’s charity work and focused primarily on assisting those without money by fixing garments and blankets for free. While she didn’t particularly care for the work, it was something she hadn’t been allowed to do before and she quite liked having friends.

She was content with her life and limited interactions until her 11th year, after the disastrous mock battle between House Gloucester and House Ordelia. Her father explained why the House had lost their seat: The House was on its last legs and survived solely on the support from others in the Alliance. As unfortunate as it was, a House needed to be powerful in its own right to sit at the table. The unease at the decision still festered inside her and unable to find the words to express why, she lashed out at her family, at her father for a horrible decision and at her mother for her absurd restrictions.

A screaming match with her mother revealed the true nature of her Crest. Clarissa fled after that, running to the only place she considered safe anymore and broke down in tears in front of Jehan. It took several long, awkward, and emotional conversations with the Bishop but eventually she found what had been unsettling her about the issue. The curse her family supposedly bore was a punishment for those who had no hand, no voice, in the decision their ancestor made, just like Duke Ordiela’s family had no choice in his decision to murder a fellow Lord. Her questions bordered on heretical, demanding why the Goddess would punish innocents for the acts of others. The bishop came up with an elegant solution: a Major Crest manifesting in her must mean the Goddess has given her the chance to redeem her bloodline. Clarissa clung desperately to that and shortly before her 13th birthday, she stepped out of her turmoil a new person.

Gone was the girl who would quietly accept her fate. Instead, Clarissa Edmund walked out as the heiress apparent of the Margravate of Edmund and she made sure it was known. It caused friction with her mother but Clarissa swept past that with her new found confidence. She reclaimed her social group that had been abandoned at the revelation of her curse, grew it, and began doubling down on her lessons. She accompanied her father to the Roundtable and took notes and developed questions for them to discuss later at their nightly meetings. She even attended a recent Roundtable on her own when he fell ill; she established her reputation quickly when one of them tried to exploit her age and she flew into an impassioned speech on the importance of change and progress and warned against letting hard fought wisdom turn to stagnation. After that she knew her next course of action clearly: Leading the Leicester Alliance. Her father supported her aspirations and enrolled her in Garrag Mach’s Officers Academy with the goal to strengthen the support she’d need to make the claim.

Trivia

House Info

Since it’s invitation to join the Roundtable of the Alliance after House Daphnel’s tragic inner conflict depriving them of their historic strength, House Edmund capitalized on and expanded its fair and equal trade policies that cemented the region’s economic success and bolstered the House’s influential voice. The growth of these policies demanded a rigorous focus on industrial growth and the development of skilled artisans and as such, House Edmund’s armed forces are significantly smaller than most of the other Houses of the alliances. Their contributions to the Alliance revolve heavily around the House’s financial resources, including funding the maintenance and improvement of Fodlan’s Locket, and levying the economic well being of the maritime routes connecting the Alliance to the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. Their economic strength and stability are the result of an aggressive continuation of the fair trade policies they adapted early on in the Alliance’s days.Their policies focus on growing the means of production; ranging from incentivizing apprenticeships to both increase the labor pool and reduce poverty to subsidizing the cost to gather raw product.

Stemming from their economic progressivism (not to mention their lack of military might), the Margrave Edmund is always known as a skilled orator and the current one is no exception. Beaufort Edmund is a passionate voice at the Roundtables, often the first to push for the expansion of their own trade policies into other parts of the Alliance, and emphasizes the importance that the other Houses follow in House Edmund’s footsteps to expand the Alliance’s economic influence in the Empire. His passion for the well being of the citizens of the Alliance is apparent every time he brings a new social issue to the table, from the stagnation of the lower class to the archaic view that nobles are somehow purer or better than those who support them, and he is quick to rise against House Gloucester’s self absorbed, entitled, and snobbish beliefs.

His wife, Odette Edmund, is almost the complete opposite of her husband. She holds herself well and often comes off as aloof and cool but in reality is just introverted and quiet. Odette is a devoted member of the Eastern Church of Seiros, regularly using Edmund resources to promote its teachings through charity and community enhancement. The Church was an important ally to the House Edmund ever since the adoption of Marianne Edmund but Odette has greatly improved their relationship and the House is a regular contributor to the Eastern Church. The Margrave dotes on her whenever they are together and it isn’t uncommon to see them laughing quietly together as they walk the grounds of their home.

Favorite Food: Two-fish Sauté

Clarissa's Crest power doesn't force people to tell her things. It only keeps them, and her, from lying in a conversation. If a character doesn't want to talk about something, they don't have to or they can tell her that they don't want to talk about it if it does come up.

Testing well everything!

_{Height: 5'4" || Eye Color: Green}

Name

Clarissa von Edmund

Age

18 _{Born the 21st day of the Great Tree Moon, 1477}

Country of Origin

Leicester Alliance

Social Standing

Noble: House Edmund

Crest

Crest of Maurice (Crest of the Beast)

Starting Class

Monk

Weapon of Choice

White Magic (Sword secondary)

Strengths

Faith and Authority

Weaknesses

Lance and Axe

Personality

Bold and impulsive, Clarissa Edmund is an aggressively outspoken proponent of her beliefs. The first to disregard the pretense of deliberation, Clarissa refuses empty flattery and circular arguing in favor of constructive criticism advancing her agenda. Her stance on issues is rarely unknown and she operates without the veneer of secrecy her political peers are so well known for. It’s her opinion that transparency is the fundamental value of trust and that only those with ill intention gain anything from secrecy. As such, she throws herself entirely into whatever she considers worthwhile, sure in her steps and steadfast in her convictions, and rarely double guesses her decisions.

Unlike her mother who draws on the serenity of Seiros, Clarissa’s faith only fans the flames of her passion. She speaks glowingly of the establishment anytime the subject comes up, fully committed to the Church’s message of peace, forgiveness, and charity, and is quick to turn against those who speak ill of it. The Alliance’s neutrality with the Church has always bothered her—after all, Fodlan only stayed together thanks to the guidance of Archbishop Rhea—and she fully plans to support an expansion of the Church's influence in the Alliance.

History

The first born daughter of Beaufort and Odette Edmund, Clarissa Edmund seemed destined to be cut from the same cloth as her father: energetic, loud, and brash even as a baby. She spent her life proving everyone right. She spent her early years at her father’s knee, adopting his love for horseback riding, sailing, and swordplay during their outings and picking up the nuances of Edmund oration in the process. Each evening after lessons, the pair would slip away to Clarissa’s favorite spot in the family estate that overlooked the harbor and would talk about her studies and the world at large over a pot of mint tea.

Her mother however, maintained an incredibly strict lifestyle for Clarissa when she wasn’t with her father. Born with a minor Crest of the Beast, Odette wept when she learned Clarissa inherited a Major Crest. Marianne Edmund’s adoption tainted the family line with the cursed Crest and her influence still shaped how the family handled the Crest three hundred years later. Odette limited her interaction with anyone outside of the core staff and immediate family and immersed Clarissa in Church activity. She believed that only faith and piety could combat the Crest’s malignant effects. She kept the truth of the Crest away from Clarissa as long as she could and it worked for a while.

However, the birth of her younger brother afforded her an opportunity to escape her mother’s limitations. With Beaufort as her ally, Clarissa won independent outings to the Church for a weekly social gathering of children her age with the condition that a trusted family friend, Bishop Jehan, would act as her chaperone. The man had the patience of Saint Cethleann herself and handled her million questions with ease. Her social group consisted mostly of the children of wealthy merchants and she quickly established her reputation as a leader, taking responsibility for the group and their activities. She molded the group in the image of Odette’s charity work and focused primarily on assisting those without money by fixing garments and blankets for free. While she didn’t particularly care for the work, it was something she hadn’t been allowed to do before and she quite liked having friends.

She was content with her life and limited interactions until her 11th year, after the disastrous mock battle between House Gloucester and House Ordelia. Her father explained why the House had lost their seat: The House was on its last legs and survived solely on the support from others in the Alliance. As unfortunate as it was, a House needed to be powerful in its own right to sit at the table. The unease at the decision still festered inside her and unable to find the words to express why, she lashed out at her family, at her father for a horrible decision and at her mother for her absurd restrictions.

A screaming match with her mother revealed the true nature of her Crest. Clarissa fled after that, running to the only place she considered safe anymore and broke down in tears in front of Jehan. It took several long, awkward, and emotional conversations with the Bishop but eventually she found what had been unsettling her about the issue. The curse her family supposedly bore was a punishment for those who had no hand, no voice, in the decision their ancestor made, just like Duke Ordiela’s family had no choice in his decision to murder a fellow Lord. Her questions bordered on heretical, demanding why the Goddess would punish innocents for the acts of others. The bishop came up with an elegant solution: a Major Crest manifesting in her must mean the Goddess has given her the chance to redeem her bloodline. Clarissa clung desperately to that and shortly before her 13th birthday, she stepped out of her turmoil a new person.

Gone was the girl who would quietly accept her fate. Instead, Clarissa Edmund walked out as the heiress apparent of the Margravate of Edmund and she made sure it was known. It caused friction with her mother but Clarissa swept past that with her new found confidence. She reclaimed her social group that had been abandoned at the revelation of her curse, grew it, and began doubling down on her lessons. She accompanied her father to the Roundtable and took notes and developed questions for them to discuss later at their nightly meetings. She even attended a recent Roundtable on her own when he fell ill; she established her reputation quickly when one of them tried to exploit her age and she flew into an impassioned speech on the importance of change and progress and warned against letting hard fought wisdom turn to stagnation. After that she knew her next course of action clearly: Leading the Leicester Alliance. Her father supported her aspirations and enrolled her in Garrag Mach’s Officers Academy with the goal to strengthen the support she’d need to make the claim.

Trivia

House Info

Since it’s invitation to join the Roundtable of the Alliance after House Daphnel’s tragic inner conflict depriving them of their historic strength, House Edmund capitalized on and expanded its fair and equal trade policies that cemented the region’s economic success and bolstered the House’s influential voice. The growth of these policies demanded a rigorous focus on industrial growth and the development of skilled artisans and as such, House Edmund’s armed forces are significantly smaller than most of the other Houses of the alliances. Their contributions to the Alliance revolve heavily around the House’s financial resources, including funding the maintenance and improvement of Fodlan’s Locket, and levying the economic well being of the maritime routes connecting the Alliance to the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. Their economic strength and stability are the result of an aggressive continuation of the fair trade policies they adapted early on in the Alliance’s days.Their policies focus on growing the means of production; ranging from incentivizing apprenticeships to both increase the labor pool and reduce poverty to subsidizing the cost to gather raw product.

Stemming from their economic progressivism (not to mention their lack of military might), the Margrave Edmund is always known as a skilled orator and the current one is no exception. Beaufort Edmund is a passionate voice at the Roundtables, often the first to push for the expansion of their own trade policies into other parts of the Alliance, and emphasizes the importance that the other Houses follow in House Edmund’s footsteps to expand the Alliance’s economic influence in the Empire. His passion for the well being of the citizens of the Alliance is apparent every time he brings a new social issue to the table, from the stagnation of the lower class to the archaic view that nobles are somehow purer or better than those who support them, and he is quick to rise against House Gloucester’s self absorbed, entitled, and snobbish beliefs.

His wife, Odette Edmund, is almost the complete opposite of her husband. She holds herself well and often comes off as aloof and cool but in reality is just introverted and quiet. Odette is a devoted member of the Eastern Church of Seiros, regularly using Edmund resources to promote its teachings through charity and community enhancement. The Church was an important ally to the House Edmund ever since the adoption of Marianne Edmund but Odette has greatly improved their relationship and the House is a regular contributor to the Eastern Church. The Margrave dotes on her whenever they are together and it isn’t uncommon to see them laughing quietly together as they walk the grounds of their home.

Favorite Food: Two-fish Sauté

Of Blood and Magic

_{December 7th, 6:05am - The Sinnenodel Dorm}

“Of course I’m the right choice.” Varis scoffed with a dismissive gesture. “Unlike the Noila who doesn’t bother attending his own classes, I actually work on policy. Regurgitating the same information over and over for centuries only leads to the proliferation of the same stagnant ideas and asinine posturing all our less elders insist on. And for what? Nothing more than crippling future possibilities.” Varis rolled his eyes at the thought and sipped at the blood again. He’d have the boy contact the household at the end of this. Count Eve clearly needed this information last night. How could someone with such grand ambition fail to study such an integral part of their society? Even if he was disinclined to maintain the status quo, the past illuminated mistakes they were likely to repeat again and again. Speaking of which…

“Enough about me though. This is meant to be for you, Count Eve.” Varis sat forward as he continued. “But while we’re on the topic of the Treaty and policy, our last conversation revealed that you held quite a lofty goal. It is a heavy burden you seek and I do not doubt you have a few goals in mind on achieving it. So what would you have cross the Council table if you win your bid for your House’s seat at the Council?”

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Maddie stayed quiet at Lilie’s correction. Well, that was certainly problematic. For a water mage, she was certainly bad at keeping herself out of hot water. She made another note to avoid discussing vampires and their position as mages with her. It would probably result in an uncomfortable conversation and Maddie would prefer to keep their friendship as intact as possible despite their differences. In all honesty, Salem, Max, and Lilie were all problems she’d have to discuss with Amaris. She’d been hoping not to have anything to return to the Countess with but they kept dropping red flags in her lap like it was a full time job. This was going to be a difficult social group to survive, wasn’t it?

“Well as startling as it was, the magic was impressive at least. Summoning is one of the arcane majors that need to be declared before the end of the first semester apparently. There are a bunch of prerequisite courses that you have to take before they let you actually start it.” Maddie commented. “I can’t imagine that kind of pressure. Most of us have just found out about our magic in the first place and then you have to go and take a ton of extra classes not even a year later? That just sounds like a lot of unnecessary stress.”

“Though speaking of stress, I did hear something interesting the other day. Apparently there have been a rash of pranks on vampires on campus. Supposedly, they all treat their mages… poorly and some people say they’ve always been active on campus but because none of it actually threatens the vampires’ lives, the Princess won’t do anything to stop them.” Maddie put out there. “I haven’t seen any of it myself but I overheard a few mages complaining about property damage when sprinkles and things have gone off around the same time as the pranks supposedly happened.”

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

@Obscene Symphony this spot is mine!!

Also, hype!!!

The Gifted - Concluded

James Kingston

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Location: Outside
Skills: Healing Factor (Transmittable)

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James could barely stand the anticipation as Luna started to phase the metal out of Echo. He’d never seen someone phase something before but it was interesting, horrible circumstances be damned. Watching her slide the metal out like James wasn’t even there was a weird experience but before he knew it, it was his turn. All he could do was hope Echo’s confidence in him wasn’t entirely misplaced. Hopefully, he could live up to his promise.

James placed his hands on Echo and breathed in and out, letting himself fall into the familiar feeling of syncing up. He was almost surprised by how much fight there was left in Echo. His heart still beat strong, lungs worked properly, and he could feel everything in himself so poignantly, no encroaching numbness that scared him. Except there was an unfamiliar sensation in his back and then nothing past that. It was another type of unsettling, one that felt just as permanent as the chilling void of death, but at least it wasn’t death. He felt bone and muscle and flesh stitch slowly back together, struggling to fit back exactly like it was. James found himself trying to hold his breath as he waited and focused on everything settling right. It was far more exhausting than anything else he’d healed before. Even Luna had been arguaby easier, the actually wounds little more than ruptured flesh, not a fucking spine.

By the time everything seemingly clicked back into place and James was released, he felt himself trembling and he let himself collapse onto the ground next to Echo. He sat there, catching his breath and wiping away the sweat on his forehead. “Next time, can you just ask the villain to please stab you in the side or something? So much easier to heal.” James joked weakly as he slowly caught his breath. “Actually, just tell them to stab me. I’m fucking bullet proof now apparently. Bet a magnetic shiv won’t do much either.”