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6 yrs ago
Current *dusts myself off and looks around, awaking from a deep slumber* what have I missed? Much I am sure. Wellp, here we go!
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9 yrs ago
Wanting to run 1 rp, in another, and focused on 2 1x1 right now
9 yrs ago
Focused on one group RP, looking at two possible 1X1s
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9 yrs ago
so im back from vanishing again. ill do my best to stay no XD
9 yrs ago
Recently have returned from a many month absence. Hi there :D
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Hey there! I'm just a simple feline making use of a cellphone to create stories with others :D

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Alice sat in her tent cleaning her armor from the recent battle. As much as she would like to be with the other men drinking and enjoying the victory, she wanted to get her gear cleaned and ready so that she was ready for the next fight. She rested each piece on small tarp until she both her armor and weapons were clean. She took her time to go over her lance however. It wast long until it to was cleaned. "To think that we are supposed to work alongside bandits..." she muttered, lost in her memories.

"General Von Shmitt?" a voice called from the outside of her tent.

Alice stepped out, still garbed in her chain-mail underarmor. "Who the Devil- oh, Argus, apologies." She welcomed the Swordmaster with a slight nod. "To what do I owe the honor of your kindly visit?"

"General Issac wishes to see you in the morning before we march, and he asked me to deliver the message."

Alice nodded once more. "Understood. Assure him that I'll be there."

Argus nodded and left, And Alice returned to her tent. She checked over her armor and weapons once more before being satisfied that they were in top condition. With a sigh she let herself relax a bit. Tying up her hair into a simple tail and placing her iron axe upon a small holder on her back. Still wearing her mail she headed out to rejoice with her fellow soldiers, prepared for a fight if it came, but hoping it would wait until tomorrow.
Alice let out a laugh as yet another soldier fell into a drunken stupor in an attempt to out drink her. "Is there no man who can beat me?" she called out, laughing again once more. Her fellow soldiers cheered her on, although no new challenger appeared.
Raising her mug, she yelled out a toast. "A toast to our victory, and a toast to more that come!" she was greeted by an even louder cheer and smiling faces as everyone drank once again. It wasn't long until the rejoicing ended however and everyone headed back to their tents to sleep off their ale and wine. They all needed to get ready for the march in a few hours.

On the way back to her tent she bumped into one of the bandits that had ditched the fight and pillaged a nearby village during the fight. Before she even knew who it was she had laughed as the man nearly fell over.

"Watch we'r ya going wench!" the man shouted at her as he regained his balance. Alice grabbed him by his shirt and glared at him in dim light.

"I'll tell you this now, and ill only tell you once. I don't like you. I don't like your ratty little group. And i sure as hell will not be letting you talk to me like that. If not for your good graces with the king, id have killed you all by now. I am General Alice Von Shmitt, and you will treat me proper as a general."

For the first few moments, the man had a look of terror on his face until she had mentioned her name, but after that he seemed to be grinning a bit.

"Aye, yer probably be right about the kings favor, but i doubt yu'd survive a second encounter if you took us on again!"

As soon as the words left his mouth Alice became confused. Surely he wasn't talking of the red fangs? The man used her confusion to her advantage and kicked her square in the chest, pushing away and free of her grasp, and took off into the night. Alice stood, brushed off, and headed back to her tent deep in thought...
The 42nd Gecko said
Oh, gotcha, I thought we were gonna have a squad of tier 2s wrecking shit up. :P


nah XD i just wanted to make a general since i saw eveyone already making nights XD
The 42nd Gecko said
I was talking about the Hero/Swordmaster/Assassin Bro squad.


in all honesty they were only ever planned to be there as npcs. i just figured id give them bios incase they were to be used.
ill make one a sister .3. but younger. gime a bit lol
TentacleLord said
Alice is fine, but I'd point out that Myrmidons don't promote into Heroes.


i was thinking of a different class lol, i cant remember the other class they promote to -goes to wiki-

edit: here it says that they did in one of them :O http://fireemblem.wikia.com/wiki/Myrmidon
i figured it would be more befitting and swordmasters can be overpowered lol-- wait, one is going to be an assassin .3. off to continue editing :d

edit 2: cs has been re-updated :O
CS in progress >>

Name: Alice Von Scmitt

Race: Human

Sex: female

Class: General

Gender Identity: Female, but tomboyish and acts like a man.

Age: 42





Personality: Blunt, straight to the point, and wont hesitate to say what shes thinking regardless if its rude or not. On the outside she can be rather harsh sometimes, but she does have a soft side if you can get to know her.



Likes/Dislikes: Alice likes "hanging out with the guys" rather then gossiping with other women or other things of that nature. this would include drinking and having the occasional brawl as well. many a sailor has lost their money wagering that she would loose a fight. She severely dislikes being treated as a "proper woman", preferring to be treated like any other man out there.

Strengths/Weakness: Excels at combat, has an amazing ability with lances and swords, and has some skill with axes and bows. Isn't the best with her peoples skills, is slower then most in combat, and is easily flanked when alone.

Other: hopes to one day find a Hoplon Guard to replace her shield. (rather then become immune to crits, would just reduce effectiveness of armorslayers)
name(s): Kint, welsh, and Will Von Schmitt

Race: human

Sex: (all) male

Class:




Gender Identity: each brother identifies as male

Age: 44, 44, and 45 respectively

Height: surprisingly, each is actually 6 foot 3 inches, giver or take a few centimeters

appearance(s):




Equipment:




Personality:




Bio: (see Alice Von Schmitt)

Other: Will has in his possession a rare spell tome that he pilfered from the palace libraries. it has yet to be noticed however so hes been quite lucky.
sorry been rather busy, off to edit my cs :O ill repost here :O
Brandon made his way to New Beginning with only three other people, each one he trusted. There was Ja'qe (shock), a middle aged man who stood about a good to heads taller then he. He was a burly man with a rough beard and bushy brows. He headed Caldun, the small city of hunters who specialized in trapping, weapons, and other things of the sort. Ja'qu and Brandon had often hunted together when he was younger, and was surprised to find that he was rather gentle underneath all of that rough exterior. This did not mean he wasnt strong. He was a master planner, akin to a head wolf almost. Then there was Kyle, a somewhat lanky man well into his years. He lead the largest of Weldenvardens cities, Tartarus. He didnt look like much, but he was one of the best navigators and fisherman you can find, and was the head of the entire islands trade system. Without Kyle their trade would have been weaker then it was now. Finally, there was William. William was actually the same age as Brandon and was the closest person to him. the two had grown up as playmates and eventually a scientific team. the two alone had helped increase much of the tech of weldenvarden, and with the help of South dawn's city of inventors, William led the island into a better age of tech. the four of them talked about why the leader of New Beginning would call upon them. they hadnt really been a major power nor a great economic power. what reason could they possible invite Weldenvarden for? The conversation lasted well into their travel to said city, and even as they entered the rooms that they were given to rest when they arrived. in the end they decided just to wait and see what would happen with the coming events.
Mkay, I'll change em to knights and change a bit o story
Any thoughts on my CS, TL? should edit with new names of towns/etc tho
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