I just realized that one of the pet names that Martin might have is "Marty."
There is a character in FE5 named Marty, who is famous for being terrible. Like, 15% Speed Growth terrible. Unless Ashkandi's retelling of Thracia 776 includes scroll-abused Marty (who is instead the best thing ever), I'm willing to bet that Catherin calls Prince Martin "The Marty Party" whenever he's being a sore loser as a way of getting under his skin.
Anyway, I think I'll work on the younger siblings next. As I'm guessing they're not recruitable, should they be assigned classes? Well, I mean, that might only apply to the twelve-year-old and the six-year old, but still.
--Martin, making promises he probably can't keep swearing an oath to protect the realm so long as he breathes.
The man under the azure-hued armor is a bit of a goof when looked upon immediately after he removes his helmet. He has a habit of not keeping his long, blonde hair exactly kempt. Rather, he has a bad case of helmet hair, leaving his otherwise sharp and serious face framed by a bit of fluff. He can't grow a beard to save his life either, instead being plagued with a face that is clean-shaven forever. This is a point of insecurity for him, as he feels he looks too boyish compared to men like his father or Ser Nikalos, or others.
Martin is a hot-blooded prince, one whose youthful energy drives him towards an idealistic, if outwardly foolhardy goal of "taking the fight" to the darkness surrounding Ashkandi. He is wholly devoted to the protection of the realm, even to the point where many wonder if he even sleeps. He has a number of resentments concerning King Ardias, namely that he believes Ardias is only seeking to hide Ashkandi's people behind its walls for as long as possible. He believes this is a cowards tactic, but obeys his father's edicts as he still defers to his wisdom.
He's a voracious reader, and has an active imagination. While he and Catherin would often share favorite stories (an activity they had grown cold over due to a difference of opinion -- Catherin was a bigger fan of the Holy War and Thracian Tales than of The Hero King and The Hero of Light and Shadow) he would always be interested in those surrounding an idealistic hero, or the most chivalrous heroes. He was always a bigger fan of happy endings than bittersweet ones. He is a bit stubborn in his opinion on this matter, like he is with all things...which include, among other things: manners (being a stickler for things such as wielding a knife and fork in the wrong hands), food (being a notoriously picky eater with a sweet tooth), weapon use ("What? How is a pike on a stick more heroic than a sword?!" -- Martin, age 9), tactics, and even admitting defeat (he infamously as a squire would be a sore loser in sparring matches; he has mellowed out in this respect quite a bit).
He hates being underestimated, which he feels is what many at court do; he also doesn't take to pet names as well as those around him insist that he should. This is mostly due to the fact that while he was squiring, he let his active imagination get ahead of him, leading him to name each and every one of his attacks after some ... obscure references to The Hero King (one of the favorites of other knights to mock him with is "BIRAKU'S BASH!"). He doesn't take to such japes very well, often taking them far too literally.
Unlike his younger sister, he is an expert at all things flirtation and innuendo. Despite not being able to take a joke at his expense, he is able to glide through many courtly matters like they were nothing to him. He's a very personable man, even if he is a softie as far as the men under his command are concerned.
Biography The "Young" Prince Martin (a nickname that haunts him to adulthood) was always a precocious child, and never took to lessons that were scolded at him. This was true even as he was the more mischievous person among his younger siblings, taking to squirehood rather casually for the majority of his childhood and pre-teen years. He proved to be so talented with a sword that even his comparative nonchalance with it made him a frightening opponent in a sparring match alone.
Compared to the apprenticeship his younger sister received, Prince Martin's life has been rather cushy; having been knighted without need for seeing too much combat, and having granted a guaranteed estate as a part of a test of his mettle in rulership, he has lived his life with two faces:
The first is one of the dutiful knight, the heroic prince, fashioning himself after those he would have read about in The Hero King or The Radiant Hero. He outwardly speaks of protecting the weak and following chivalric virtues. He even has an admirer in court who he has admired enough in return for those around them to believe that a romantic relationship is blossoming. He has long grown out of a phase of life where his antics are a fictional version of heroic or noble, as he often would put on airs of dignity as early as the age of sixteen. Yet, for all his polish, he had a consistent dark side he hid underneath his dignified front.
His courtly love is one of several, for one thing. Rather, several among commoners he has eyes on instead. He is not one too much to think about such matters, being a womanizer in such a fashion that he feels would embarrass the royal family. Such a fear it is that he resorts instead to buying secrecy surrounding his lecherous impulses, often stealing away from his estate towards local brothels on certain nights.
He is more attached to the men under his command than he would let on. He hasn't seen many of them die in combat, but even then their deaths build onto his shame further. He tries to hide the drinking habit he is starting to develop as a result of obsessing over ways to keep each and every one of his men alive in combat against the fiends. He tries so hard to hide the empty wine bottles piling up in his chambers from his servants, and the growing tabs at several taverns from his accountants.
As of the present, he is preparing to lead a more aggressive front against the fiends besetting Ashkandi. He believes his new campaign against them to be his trial of fire, and thus has spent many sleepless nights pouring over his preparations and training his new recruits. He has made it clear to the rest of the royal family that he expects to come back from facing these fiends a changed man at the very least, and that he intends to fight them with all of his might.
That's fine. I just need to find Nikalus a portrait; preferably of an old guy with white whiskers.
Like at the youngest-looking, I was thinking something like Keldorn but that would be a little bit on the nose. I think I may have found a better one, which you'll see when I edit that post.
"Oh, age has yet to wear down my sword arm, princess. I like to think that there's more steel in my blood than iron."
This old knight is one who can make riding atop horseback a regal affair; it comes with a lot of practice, especially as the Rocheforts' Master of Arms. He wears a thin beard, white whiskers crawling up to his sideburns all along his face. His eyebrows are the thickest part of him, almost always fixated at an angle that implies he's a more furious fellow than he actually is. He has a couple teeth knocked out of his mouth, which he attributes to several hits too many with a mace. He wears a number of decorative honors on his armor, which are tastled to his pauldrons when he rides into battle. Off his horse, he's huge -- both laterally and longitudinally; though, given how even padding underneath his armor is hard to size, it's not like he's lacking in muscle, simply that it's muscle deceptively hidden under a bit of girth and age.
Class Paladin
Reclass Options Mercenary, Knight
Age 57
Sex Male
Personality Alignment Lawful Neutral
Ser Nikalus is a bit of an odd duck. He's an absolute artist when it comes to the art of combat, and horse riding, speaking about such subjects in a tone that would imply he wrote the books on the subject. Unfortunately, The Art of Justice was published before he was born, so he instead brags that he is a scholar of all things tactics and strategy. He is a jolly man, to say the least, and a good friend of King Ardias Rochefort, such that he considers himself a second father to Catherin (even though Catherin only really calls him "uncle" Nikalus, much to his resignation). He's a worrywart about the entire royal family, King Ardias included, enough that many people call Nikalus "Ser Babysitter" behind his back in court; every time one of the royal children is sick, despite not being Master of Coin or an errand squire, he's the first to find medicine or a doctor for them. When one of them is in danger from a ruffian, he is one of the first to seek them out and protect them from harm.
In his current assignment to protect Catherin de Rochefort, he is much the same way, although he is often put off by her insistence that she doesn't need his assistance 24/7. He's suspicious of most magical things (that doesn't include light magic, strangely enough), even the stuff she's being taught, but he is willing to quell his own superstitions for her sake. He's a pious man like that. He is also a prideful man, not willing to admit easily any moment of weakness he is suffering. He often makes up excuses for such things; the only time he will lie to anyone is to cover his pride.
His favored weapon is lances, as his sword arm is a little weaker due to a recent injury (see Biography).
Biography Though he is the Rocheforts' Master of Arms, Ser Nikalus had started out with comparatively humble beginnings as the son of a royal huntsman. He became friends with young King Ardias as the result of a fox hunting accident ("The Fox Incident," as they both call it, without divulging many other details, other than it involved Ardias's horse galloping out of control with the then-prince still at the reins; most mentions of it instead elicit knowing chuckles from the two of them). He has served House Rochefort faithfully ever since, essentially as a personal squire and later knight for the prince. When they came of age memories of their first meeting would inspire the newly-crowned King Ardias to name Nikalus as Master of Horse, and later, when Nikalus proved his worth defending the realm from one of its worst monster raids, as Master of Arms.
He never told the king about the injury he sustained from a Bael: a poisoned bite that is slowly killing him. He does his best to put up appearances, but there are occasions where it shows through, occasions he tries not only to hide from the royal family but from his fellow knights and nobles.
He was charged to Catherin de Rochefort shortly after she was apprenticed to Ezeras Ekkenhart, a decision he saw as foolhardy at first, but warmed up to when he saw how happy the princess became with learning magic. He harbors his suspicions of magic due to his experience fighting fiends, but as far as Anima Magic is concerned he is less suspicious.
That would be cool; I thought he was gonna be a Paladin in the vein of Xander, Camus, or Eldigan, but being a blade lord would be awesome in its own right, maybe even a little better for the angle I had in mind for him.
Ashkandi sounds like a better name for the kingdom, I think—that, perhaps as the last bastion of light it has a history way older than its current dynasty.
That depends on whether Rochefort is the first dynasty to rule it. If it's in line with, say, Altea, then I'm pretty sure Rochefort would be the sole dynasty and one could be justified in calling the kingdom that, even if a new dynasty ends up taking the throne in the future.