hilarious, really. <3 it's ok pumpkinnoodles! Someday in the future, I'll just casually send over a picture of your post of shame. :^D We'll have good laughs!
Lebelont stands at 6'2''. He is muscled and there are a few mighty scars he bears on his body. His skin is lightly tanned from the many hours spent toiling under the sun. He has bright blond hair that sticks out everywhere (His bed-heads are incredibly hilarious) and fierce sky blue eyes that matches his spirit.
Name: Lebelont Askeladd Age: 18 Gender: Male
Weapon specialty: Spears
Personality:
Boisterous and aggressive, Lebelont will always be that guy who charges in head first. He is driven by the desire to achieve, so many of his decisions will be influence either on the opportunity to improve or to prove his existing skills. While he may come across as hot-headed and dim-witted, Lebelont's passion makes up for it. He has a very powerful presence and mind, something that will only translate into power as he continues to learn. Lebelont knows he has a long way to go before he becomes the best Craftknight.
Bio:
Lebelont is the son of village head. He is the second oldest of his four siblings, not including Altea. If there was one thing that could describe Lebelont, it's 'Mama's boy'. Of course Altea came along and then momma was all doting on Altea and maybe Lebelont got a bit jealous. However, he knew Altea was a good person and pretty darn strong too. Lebelont has always seen Altea as his equal and has probably grown most attached to her compared to all of his other siblings. (Mostly because Altea shared the same dream as him.)
While Lebelont originally wanted to learn how to wield and create a long sword, his small stature at 14 would discourage him. It was then when his father jokingly told him to take up the spear instead. His head filled with cool spear technique names, Lebelont bothered the local blacksmith to teach him to make a spear. He was rejected many times before his persistence paid off.
After that, he started to grow taller and taller. However, Lebelont is still sticking with his trusty spear.
[See more at Altea's bio.]
Altea stands at 5'9''. She is also muscled but more of the 'lean' side. Her skin is lightly spotted with freckles and is slightly tan as well, if not a more darker color compared to Lebelonts'. Her body is a canvas of scars and burns that tells a story of hard work and dedication towards her craft. Altea keeps her chocolate brown hair in a messy bun and has cloudy gray eyes.
Name: Altea Askeladd Age: 19 Gender: Female
Weapon specialty: Glaives
Personality:
Altea is an amiable person who keeps her feelings locked away. She speaks and laughs freely, and is known to be brutally honest and ever-enduring. However, Altea does not form attachments easily. To those who manage to worm their way inside her heart, expect lots of shy love. Altea may seem a bit meek at first but she is in fact very cunning and quick-on her feet. She shares a fiery passion with her brother to also become one of the best Craftknights.
Bio:
Altea's real surname is Mereski. Her mother died when she was young, leaving young Altea to fend for herself. Her father was a Craftknight who was never home because he was out travelling to rural places where wild summon beasts ruined farms and killed people. Unfortunately, he vanished and was presumed dead. With no parents, the head of her village (Lebelont's father), took Altea in as it was his duty to take in young orphan children until they turned 18. However, Lebelont's mother, who never had any daughters took Altea as one of her own children.
Thus began Altea's real childhood that was filled with love. She was given a place to call home - a mother and a father who stayed home to raise his children the right way.
Altea met Lebelont when she was 10 years old and Altea found herself slowly drawn to the tiny little boy. Lebelont, fondly called Lebie at the time, would always spout off some random nonsense about becoming the best Craftknight. His parents and other siblings would just scoff at him. Altea knew it was a far-fetched dream, nevertheless, she found her own heart wanting to become a Craftknight like her father.
When Altea found Lebelont being beaten by some boys one day, she promptly kicked their butts and helped Lebelont stand up. Little Lebie thanked her and then challenged her to a duel right off the bat.
"I'll beat you Altea!" Lebie would shriek in his unusual high voice. And she would beat up Lebie too.
The following years, Altea and Lebelont would duel each other during their free time. At seventeen, their battle statistics amounted to this: 4023 clashes; 1540 wins to Altea, 1539 wins to Lebelont, and 944 draws. While their dueling matches could be seen as playful, their clashes eventually shaped how the two fought in the future. Plus, little Lebie was no longer little - much to Altea's disappointment.
During those good years, Altea learned from a nearby village's blacksmith who specialized in glaives. Eventually, she would surpass her teacher so she left for Degar with Lebelont when he turned 18.
Nellie is 5'9" with a slender but lean build. At first glance, she looks meek because of poor posture. She slouches when sitting and when walking, she resembles a bumbling fool. Nellie is unsure of her descent but she likes to imagine she is Korean like her mother. She has light-brown hair and blue gray eyes. Her skin complexion is smooth and pale, showing off her massive eye bags. She keeps her hair in a loose bun and has some really weird looking bangs that she cuts herself to keep her hair out of her eyes. Her daily outfit consists of plain t-shirts with the occasional turtle neck, cargo pants and boots.
Psychological Profile:
Despite her appearance, Nellie is an intelligent and cunning woman. She is driven by the desire to achieve so many of her decisions will be influenced either on the opportunity to improve or to prove her existing skills. Nellie can also be best described as adaptable. She is a keen observer and empathetic, acutely aware of her surroundings and of other people's emotions. When Nellie enters a combat zone, her mind is cleansed of all fears and worries. She is focused on only one thing - making the shot. She retreats into her bubble, her senses heightened as she calculates the situation such as wind speed/direction or exploiting the enemy's weaknesses. She is meticulous and thorough in her preparation; planning routes for both insertion and evasion. Sparing any feelings towards the enemy could potentially compromise the mission.
Nellie is also amiable and polite but is known to be brutally honest. She's compassionate, always eager to help out those in emotional distress by lending her ear. (She gives great bear hugs!) She is not easily perturbed and is open-minded and tolerant of others. However she does have limits. Once you cross her no-no line, she will promptly cut you out of her life. Despite her rough childhood, she tries to see the best in people because she believes that everyone has a little good in them.
Specialty:
Assault - Sniper
Skill Appraisal:
Marksmanship: S Discipline: A Stealth: A Close Quarters Combat: C
Bloodline:
<Simo Häyhä> - <Evergreen>
Nellie can remain still for up to weeks to avoid detection and is able to do so with little to no sustenance. The environment she is in has virtually no effect on her focus. Whether it is freezing cold or boiling hot, she will not move from her position until her target is eliminated. After a mission, it is normal for Nellie to fall into a one to three day coma as her body recuperates. In addition, she has an uncanny ability to increase her eyesight at will.
Personal History:
Nellie Jung was found in an alleyway one cold wintry night by a passing university student. The kind Korean woman gathered the silent little bundle in her arms and immediately fell in love with the curly-haired, bright eyed baby. "You were such a strange baby," Nellie's mother would recall years later. "You would just stare at me. You didn't eat unless I begged you to and you slept a lot. I went to the doctor so many times but he would just tell me you were perfectly healthy...Aigo!"
From an early age, it was clear that Nellie was something entirely different. She would stare at everything without saying a word and that scared other people. She was bullied because of her foreign features and strange actions but what hurt Nellie the most was that adults would whisper nasty remarks about her mother. Nellie was painfully aware that she was the root of her mother's problems so she tried her best to be perfect. That guilt festered and Nellie became even more withdrawn.
Eventually, Nellie and her mother were 'accepted' into society once they moved to a different town. Her mother found love and the family of two grew to five. With a little time, Nellie grew to love her stoic strong father and his two high school children. Her father taught shooting classes and was an avid hunter in his free time. In an attempt to bond with Nellie, he took her to a shooting range and taught her how to handle firearms. In a matter of months, Nellie was winning a multitude of shooting and hunting competitions. She had finally found something she was good at so Nellie spent her days practicing. It was only until a Cerberus recruiter told Nellie's parents that the Academy would love to train her as a sniper. Although her mother didn't want Nellie to go, Nellie joined the Academy after middle-school.
Out of all of the students in sniper school, Nellie showed the most potential. Although odd, her persistence and endurance showed just how well of a sniper she was. Her blood-line also gave her quite an advantage over the others. During this time, Nellie became more sociable and outgoing since she felt like she was among 'one of her kind'. When the Cerberus researchers grew more interested in her blood-line, they attempted to find Nellie's biological parents. The search was futile and Nellie has since accepted the fact that she will never know why she was abandoned.
Weaponry:
* AWM (Arctic Warfare Magnum) * Switchblade
Other relevant information:
* She is fluent in Korean. * Loves sweets and sucks at baking/cooking.
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