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Fire Emblem: Weight of the World - Part I

Fael of the Wintersun

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Nearly barreling through the crowd, Fael nipped at the ankles of and bit anyone who he perceived as being the ones on the offensive rather than the defensive. Unfortunately, he couldn't really tell the difference between them all and had to make educated guesses. The exception being, of course, pirates. The merchant ship that had owned him was prone to pirate attacks then and again so he had become well accustomed with them. It was any wonder, actually, why he hadn't been killed or sold off during one of those raids. He glanced up as he darted among the feet of those fighting to catch a glimpse of (what he perceived as) powerful magic. That wasn't anything he had come across before, and in his distraction, he had not noticed that as he reached an intersection, he almost collided head-on with another laguz.

Making a loud sound of surprise, he skidded out of the way in just a short time to avoid slamming into him. In his surprise, he shifted out of animal form and stumbled forward on the ground. "Crap! I'm sorry!" Fael scrambled to his feet and ran over to make sure he hadn't hurt him. He stopped and swiveled his ears, however, as he heard a low whine. Thankfully, it wasn't the sound of crying, but the loose wheel of a merchants cart that had been displaced during the fighting. He turned back.

"Are you... maybe trying to find a way out?" He spoke friendly enough, but it was clear by his posture and occasional looking over his shoulder that he was afraid of getting attacked with his back turned.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World - Part I

@Lmpkio its fine, yeah! i can work with that! ^^

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World - Part I

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Fire Emblem: Weight of the World - Part I

Fael of the Wintersun

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At first, Fael didn't seem to notice anything was wrong. He was away from the ports, but the sudden rush of people and noise drew him closer. Which was a mistake, as he seemed to freeze in place, horror stricken. Not at what was happening, but it evoked in him memories of his home and clan. That night wasn't something he often thought about, but it was the reason he hadn't bothered to settled down in a populated area. He seemed to break out of his fear-induced stupor at the sound of young voices. Through the panic-stricken crowd he made out the sounds of children. He couldn't allow someone to get separated from their parents. Forcing himself to focus on the situation around him and mustering up the small amount of courage he had left, the laguz focused on sounds and took off towards the docks.

There he spotted a young boy by his lonesome, shedding a few tears in fear. It seemed he had been separated from his parents. Fael knelt by him, but that only seemed to worsen the problem. He suddenly felt acutely aware of his own ancestry, and that was probably the reason why. But he'd long steeled himself against that, and picked up the kid, carrying him over his shoulder. He weaved between crowds of people moving either direction, looking for a safe place to leave him. Thankfully, he spotted a group of sisters ushering by a group of people. He approached them, getting the attention of the nearest one. "Please take care of him." He mumbled, referring to the young boy. The sister nodded and he entrusted him to her. Sighing in relief, he looked back towards the port and took off towards it again.

Unfortunately, his frail frame didn't take for shoving through a crowd moving in the opposite direction. Biting his lip briefly, he shifted forms and slipped through the people, looking for displaced people. Seeing none that commanded him attention, he headed closer to where people were under attack. If he couldn't help people, at least he could try and help to prevent the town from being overrun.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World - Part I

Fael of the Wintersun

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Even though he was by himself at most times, Fael crossed paths with groups of nomads often. After receiving a tip from one such group that they had possibly seen someone that he had been searching for, something stirred his heart. With a small bit of his faith restored, he swallowed his nerves and forced himself to act - he left the safety of his own wandering to actual go somewhere with a destination in mind. The laguz traveled almost entirely alone and by foot, as not only was he afraid of groups like a caravan might bring, he literally had no money. And thus, he set out to travel nearly the length of the continent.

By the time Fael had nearly reached where he was headed, doubts had begun to set in. Surely if someone had been going to a city from so far, they were traveling. Either to or from, it didn't matter. There wasn't a reason for them to still be here. But still. He had come thus far, and for fear of letting the small glimmer of hope he still had remaining go out, he knew he had to press onward. Self-consciously, he pulled his hood over his head to hide his ears, but not knowing how to hide his tail, just pulled it back down again. He had memories of the port from his days aboard the ship, and although he tried to suppress them, remembered quite a bit. There was a slight fear that someone near the docks recognize him, but he was much older now and probably seemingly completely different. Though, all concerns vanished and were replaced with nerves as he got deeper towards the heart of the port and more people passed by.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World - Part I

fael

Fael

"Frightening as it may be, you are stronger together rather than standing alone."

Name; Fael of the Wintersun
Age; 63.
Class; Wolf
Race; Laguz (Wolf)
Birthplace; Mirivia
Inventory; Fang, Elixir x1
Other; Afraid of storms. He's good at fishing.
Theme :)

Appearance Description; Fael is far from the hardiest looking person. He is skinny due to not eating a lot and has soft-looking skin. But he's been worn down by weather and has a lot of muscle mass from traveling and the labor that he had to do. He isn't too terribly tall, perhaps around 5'7" (170 cm). When around more than 4 or 5 people at once, his face will usually be streaked by flush out of nerves. Despite not having a place to call home, he is surprisingly well kept. His eyes are a bright silver and his hair a soft gray. These match his transformed state. In it, he has a soft silver-gray coloration and is quite large and lithe. However, he still probably could pose as a large dog if he needed to hide himself.

Personality; Though coming off as usually a bit confused and un-mannerly, Fael is a generally nice guy, albeit childish (without realizing it). He always seems in good spirit, though not the hyperactive kind, especially since overactive people seem to wear him out. He has a lot of pent up frustration and anger, but he ignores it, thinking that if he acknowledges it, it would be the same as giving up, but the more they build the more it sometimes may bubble up. Though, he has given up, but tells himself otherwise, and might space out sometimes. He isn't really the type to ask questions, talk back and will do as he is told for the most part, being afraid of repercussions. Though the lonely type, he will never take the company of others for granted.

Biography; Faels' clan were a smaller group living not far from the coast. When he was young, which is something he can hardly remember, they only ran into a few other travelling laguz. Unfortunately, one fateful evening, they were attacked by a group of slave traders and he was taken away from his family and friends, and they scattered away amongst the sand or were taken. He was taken and smuggled up into Cesadas, where he eventually found himself being under the ownership of a merchant trader. He worked aboard the ships, doing heavy lifting and moving. One night while they were sailing across the sea a storm blew them off course, and they were far from where they were supposed to be. Unfortunately, this left them confused and they ran aground. When Fael came to, he found himself on the shore somewhere in Ibion, under the care of an archer nomad who introduced himself as Anselm. After it seemed he wasn't going to die, the archer asked him about himself and they exchanged a short amount of time together. He however, had to leave for his family, and Fael was left alone. Unsure of what to do, he wandered the land, looking for any word if anyone knew about his clan, how he could get home, or if there were even any survivors that somehow may have made it over. Eventually, he gave up on that dream and wanders freely, without a real goal in mind but to live. He hopes in the back of his mind that he can rebuild his clan, and have them be safe.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World - Part I

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Fire Emblem: Weight of the World - Part I

fael

Fael

"Frightening as it may be, you are stronger together rather than standing alone."

Name; Fael of the Wintersun
Age; 63.
Class; Wolf
Race; Laguz (Wolf)
Birthplace; Mirivia
Inventory; Fang, Elixir x1
Other; Afraid of storms. He's good at fishing.
Theme :)

Appearance Description; Fael is far from the hardiest looking person. He is skinny due to not eating a lot and has soft-looking skin. But he's been worn down by weather and has a lot of muscle mass from traveling and the labor that he had to do. He isn't too terribly tall, perhaps around 5'7" (170 cm). When around more than 4 or 5 people at once, his face will usually be streaked by flush out of nerves. Despite not having a place to call home, he is surprisingly well kept. His eyes are a bright silver and his hair a soft gray. These match his transformed state. In it, he has a soft silver-gray coloration and is quite large and lithe. However, he still probably could pose as a large dog if he needed to hide himself.

Personality; Though coming off as usually a bit confused and un-mannerly, Fael is a generally nice guy, albeit childish (without realizing it). He always seems in good spirit, though not the hyperactive kind, especially since overactive people seem to wear him out. He has a lot of pent up frustration and anger, but he ignores it, thinking that if he acknowledges it, it would be the same as giving up, but the more they build the more it sometimes may bubble up. Though, he has given up, but tells himself otherwise, and might space out sometimes. He isn't really the type to ask questions, talk back and will do as he is told for the most part, being afraid of repercussions. Though the lonely type, he will never take the company of others for granted.

Biography; Faels' clan were a smaller group living not far from the coast. When he was young, which is something he can hardly remember, they only ran into a few other travelling laguz. Unfortunately, one fateful evening, they were attacked by a group of slave traders and he was taken away from his family and friends, and they scattered away amongst the sand or were taken. He was taken and smuggled up into Cesadas, where he eventually found himself being under the ownership of a merchant trader. He worked aboard the ships, doing heavy lifting and moving. One night while they were sailing across the sea a storm blew them off course, and they were far from where they were supposed to be. Unfortunately, this left them confused and they ran aground. When Fael came to, he found himself on the shore somewhere in Ibion, under the care of an archer nomad who introduced himself as Anselm. After it seemed he wasn't going to die, the archer asked him about himself and they exchanged a short amount of time together. He however, had to leave for his family, and Fael was left alone. Unsure of what to do, he wandered the land, looking for any word if anyone knew about his clan, how he could get home, or if there were even any survivors that somehow may have made it over. Eventually, he gave up on that dream and wanders freely, without a real goal in mind but to live. He hopes in the back of his mind that he can rebuild his clan, and have them be safe.

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