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Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

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Yeah, getting Kavius drunk was one of the easiest ways to control him. He'd eventually pass out so she could go do whatever she wanted without him getting himself in trouble. It was also just downright funny and good practice. Ever since they started traveling together any new idea for a game or con she'd use him as a test subject. Although, despite how willing he can be for these tests sometimes it doesn't exactly help her to know if it'd trick some of the smarter people out there.

A snort of amusement along with an eye-roll came from Samara when Kav pretended that they were fancy. Anyone else and she'd likely try to knock their head off. Kav though was just an idiot. She took in a long deep breath of the vaguely familiar room. She was ecstatic. She'd finally get a chance to be an actual patron here. It wasn't just the alcoholic coffee she wanted to try. Now she didn't look like a street rat. Well, not as much as she used to so they would likely serve her. She began to walk towards the bar when her attention was drawn to a table where some guy was making a declaration of needing companionship. Well, that was oddly coincidental. But the fact that he was standing on the table to do this gave her pause and made her cringe a bit.

Unless there were no other options Sam was against joining Blondie. However, before she could continue towards the bar she felt her wrist be grabbed and lifted into the air. That made her annoyed. The fact that they didn't even discuss it made her mad. But, she promised herself she wouldn't hit him. He had a knack for making her mad somehow. So she was trying hard to not get angry. Ah screw it, she thought to herself and stepped hard on his toes. She didn't hit him so the promise was kept.

The young woman yanked her hand from Kavius and walked towards the bar when another loud incident occurred. The commotion to the side of the room drew Sam's attention. That seemed like a bad situation and she felt her hands slowly move towards her bow and quiver. When she saw how easily the woman was dealing with the varmints, the young archer moved her hands back to their natural place and lightly snickered. She focused on the bar. No more distractions. She was going to use her ill-gotten gains to procure a delectable treat. Just as she reached the bar the fight increased heavily in intensity breaking out across a large section of the place. The bartender who was just about to serve her said, "Sorry, miss. I need to go get my boss about that mess." and he begrudgingly pointed at the large fight.

It may be a little melodramatic, but Samara felt as if her dreams had been dashed. For years she had been told by the older kids that the stuff you could get from this bar was the best in the city. Then when she became old enough to come here the city had begun cracking down on the street rats even harder. Then she was run out of town and the first time, FIRST TIME, she finds herself back here in the perfect opportunity to purchase some of the mana called 'Macaron' a fight breaks out in the tavern forcing all the workers to have to deal with it.

Screw not getting angry. These morons were gonna pay. Literally. Cracking her knuckles the nimble thief edged her way towards the fight. With practiced ease, she moved through, in, and around the crowd of brawlers. All the while slipping her hand into any coin purse she could see and procured quite a hefty sum. By the time she finished, she had to take a whole coin purse as well to carry it all. Exiting the brawl without a punch received or thrown, Samara had a content smile as she walked towards the man on the table. "Hey. I do indeed want to go on that adventure. So, I'll help you with my bow."

Inventory

• Clothing (Cloth tied around forehead, gloves(right glove has the pointer and middle finger cut off), short-sleeved dark green tunic, only the top half of leather armor, dark grey pants, dark green tattered skirt, and boots
• Bow
• Quiver with 32 arrows
• Two waist pouches(contains money, materials to make arrows, and items to keep bow maintained)
• Small dagger
• A new coin purse and a lot of money

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

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The young archer pinched the bridge of her nose letting out an audible sigh. That 'job' was a total farce. She couldn't believe she let herself think for a second some noble would have the decency to at least thank them for retrieving an heirloom of their lost son. "Can we not talk about Lord Dungbeetle or whatever his name was? That whole situation made absolutely no sense." It had maybe been a few weeks ago but Samara was still pissed. She did chuckle though as she put her hand in one of her pouches. She didn't take much from the prick but she got more than what the original offer was.

But alas, the past is the past, and the present only happens once. She did have to admit that Kav sounded smart for a change. Instantly hopping into the task would likely not be for the best. Finding companions was more important right now than getting a seat on a ship. "There are a few taverns nearby. Most of them sell swill and only have your typical guy who thinks drinking is a day job. There is one just through the crowd over there with some of the good stuff." Sam looked right at Kavius giving him a devious grin. "Say, you ever had Matokan Coffee? If you haven't it's got the kind of kick you wouldn't expect. Follow me! Just remember that if they let ya have some only drink one cup."

Samara then grabbed Kav by the wrist to lead him through the crowd of mercs, soldiers, and adventurers. She led him through to the other side then pointed to the tavern in question. "Best tavern in this part of the city. The people who really know how things work tend to go there. Was never allowed to try out any of the merchandise before but couldn't hurt to try." Sam started walking towards the tavern. She vaguely remembered the last time she tried going there a noble had seen her and verbally berated her till the majority of the building was laughing her out. She had the last laugh though as later that night she'd pick his pockets clean when going home for the night. She let out a content sigh as memories of the city were flooding back around every corner.

Inventory

• Clothing (Cloth tied around forehead, gloves(right glove has the pointer and middle finger cut off), short-sleeved dark green tunic, only the top half of leather armor, dark grey pants, dark green tattered skirt, and boots
• Bow
• Quiver with 32 arrows
• Two waist pouches(contains money, materials to make arrows, and items to keep bow maintained)
• Small dagger

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

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Why were they here? Sam didn't want to be in this city. It had been so long since she had been here but the place was still filled with rotten people. Even more so now that people had been run out of there homes. But she had seen into the eyes of some of those refugees a few days ago and they seemed to be making a mental turning point in there lives. She did want to laugh but restrained herself at the mention of the citizens offering shelter to the refugees. The people here didn't have room in their hearts for starving children so the fact that they'd be forced to share their homes with newly homeless strangers was a nice thought to her. She believed that if the shoe was on the other foot the situation would likely be exactly the same. The bad part about this was that it'd be harder for the street rats and homeless people in the city to get food or money to live. No one was to likely to offer them a place to stay and that pissed her off.

Partially because of that but also somewhat because of the large bounty that cam with doing the task, Samara felt a strong desire to give it a go. If she did this job she'd be entitled to a large sum. Using that she'd easily be able to help all the homeless and parentless children in the city. Maybe even the island. However she'd have to split the money equally with any others she worked with. Maybe Kavius would want to do this as well? She looked over towards him and saw how eager he looked. Seemed that they may be on the same page for a change. The teenager(?), still unsure as she doesn't know her exact birthdate but that didn't matter, smiled at her partner in battle, "It's just scouting, Kav. But that money is very tempting. I guess if we're doing this I need a bit more practice. When you're done shouting to the world let's go see if we can find a ride?"

Inventory

• Clothing (Cloth tied around forehead, gloves(right glove has pointer and middle finger cut off), short-sleeved dark green tunic, only the top half of leather armor, dark grey pants, dark green tattered skirt, and boots
• Bow
• Quiver with 32 arrows
• Two waist pouches(contains money, materials to make arrows, and items to keep bow maintained)
• Small dagger

The Coven of Briarwood Community College

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Elysia sat down as her head swirled and spun with the combating emotions. She was entirely overwhelmed right now. Taking deep breaths as Rowan had suggested was helping. The others around her seemed to be handling the situation at least a little better than she was. The conversation about 'Ken' wonder if there may be even more of them experiencing these sensations.

When offered water by Val she gratefully took it. She signed Thank You. Not even thinking about the fact they likely didn't understand. She was to dazed to even think any of this through. Elysia wanted to drain the entire bottle but forced herself to drink it slowly. As they all talked about having weird dreams she wondered why she wasn't experiencing any. She became worried when Caleb suggested charging into their shared professor's office. If he knew anything then wouldn't that mean he did it on purpose? She was to worried to approach their teacher about this. Wondering if there was anything they could figure out on their own she opened her textbook and searched for the page that they were on which triggered the teacher going through said demonstration. Maybe there'd be a clue there.

Lanius School of Villainy and Mischief

Intriguing.

The Coven of Briarwood Community College

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This was nice. Elysia felt good. The strange pull she felt from being around the others, combined with the odd feeling of happiness, and just being able to draw around these new people without feeling like a weirdo combined into a small cocktail of genuine happiness. Sure, it took the odd sensation from Kyle's words to get her there but she now felt genuinely happy. She wouldn't be able to explain it if she tried. She occasionally looked up at each person trying to memorize the details and contours of their faces, but for once she didn't feel strange for studying someone so intently. She had partially stopped paying attention to the words spoken around her until she noticed that some of her classmates were looking at her sketches. Wait, which ones were they talking about. A look of confusion shown on her face until she saw the picture they were referencing.

Immediately, Elysia's eyes shot wide open. No, no no no no! How could she be so stupid? Why did she just set that one out on the table? The worst thing was that Caleb asked her about her knowing if he was a boxer. She had no idea what to answer, nor any idea what he was talking about. She wasn't good at lying. Elysia couldn't just tell them that they were drawn in her sleep. They'd think she was crazy, right? But then the words that came from Kyle seemed to throw everything out the window. Quickly, as if the flood gate was destroyed, panic and anxiety filled Elysia. Mixing with the strange happiness that she was still feeling the young adult froze in her seat gripping tightly around her pencil and sketchpad. Her knuckles began turning white. 'What is going on?' she thought. This wasn't an anxiety attack. She knew what those felt like and this was a whole different ball game.

Elysia slowly raised her head to look at the others as they began to either freakout or sound crazy describing these weird things happening to or around them. Even crazier was the fact that some were showcasing these 'abilities'. Her head began to feel dizzy as she felt like an actual panic attack was nearing her psyche. Was she actually going nuts? Had the years of anxiety and the recent lack of sleep finally torn her mind apart? She didn't know what the answer was she just knew that if she continued to fight her own mind she'd eventually snap. Then her gaze fell back onto the drawing from a week ago. Her mind began analyzing it along with the people around her.

She looked at Rowan and the spider. They had nearly identical hairstyles. Next, her eyes fell on Caleb. He had claimed something about being a boxer. She thought of how he had to feel the pain to heal Valeria, and how one glove was in shambles while the other looked brand new. Valeria said she had grown extra arms? Four to be exact. In the picture were six dumbbells and it wasn't hard to tell that Val worked out. The only ones that didn't make sense to this crazy logic were the light obscured dog tags, the toy car, and the rat with a screwdriver. She couldn't pair Kyle or Kalama to any of those images, but what was weirder was they were missing a person. Then it felt to her like something clicked in her mind. When she had gone to the park where the image of the rat was she saw a guy hanging out there which had scared her away. Was he the rat? She quickly searched through her stack of sketches pulling out the most recent one. Looking closely she examined it along with the one she believed maybe detailing the scene around her right now.

She jolted out of her seat and laid the two sketches in the center of the table. She felt like she was going nuts but after a moment she grabbed her phone and rapidly typed her message. "Was another with you before me? I don't remember drawing those. They appear after sleep. Look at the seats in picture compared to where we sit." After her phone finished her gaze fell upon the empty seat about where the rat would've been. She soon felt sick to her stomach for some reason. All the craziness was starting to settle in and felt right but something still felt wrong.

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

Samara the Commoner

NAME	AGE	GENDER	SEXUALITY
Samara	Eighteen(?)	Female	Heterosexual

Personality

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

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

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

History

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

Samara the Commoner

NAME	AGE	GENDER	SEXUALITY
Samara	Eighteen(?)	Female	Heterosexual

Personality

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

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

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

History

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

Don't know if I've RP'ed with you but I know I have with Dabomb, have done so with Heckno(no idea how long ago), and at least once with Ammokk.

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

Ahh, the Emblem of Fire and people I have RP'ed with on separate occasions.