Redneckatron

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Zachary kept smiling, but it would be a short period of time before he spoke again. In that time he was having some internal conflicts. On one hand, he legitimately thought the child he was approaching as actually a girl. The long hair, the dress, it all told Zachary that the child was feminine. Turns out based on how the blue haired child spoke that the kid was, in fact, a boy. Even though he outwardly kept a smiling appearance Zachary was terribly confused. Well, I have only been in this country for a few years now, the bard thought to himself. I cannot be so judgmental of these people’s customs. I will let this be a lesson to myself.

@Tenma Tendo On the other hand, the boy wanted to hold his precious lute in exchange for Zachary finally getting to look at a magical tome firsthand. It was a precious heirloom he never let anyone else touch… but the temptation of that magical tome ate at his will. Zachary opened his mouth to answer but the prince’s sudden announcement caught him off guard. He turned see the prince running down the rest of the stairs and shout an introduction. When the prince took some time to look over at the maiden, Zachary looked back at the boy with yet another smile. ”Lo siento mi joven amigo-” the bard quickly began to speak before correcting himself. “I am sorry my young friend, but our exchange must wait for a better time. It seems our prince Eli has something we must hear. My name is Zachary Nyrid if you wish to speak to me again!”

With that, the bard played a quick yet happy tune on his lute before spinning on his heels to face the prince. The prince desired for his escorts to have a feast with him in the dining hall. Such an honor was something saved for diplomats and other royals! Zachary could not contain his excitement and cheered when the prince finished his invitation to get to know him and the others over a meal. Zachary trembled with excitement briefly before breaking into a skip towards the open banquet doors. “¡Bravo mis amigos!” the bard shouted in jubilee whilst skipping towards the banquet hall. “We shall feast like royalty in the presence of our dear prince! Come, let us feast and rejoice for the start of our adventure!”

The bard began playing a simple yet recreational tune as he skipped into the room. He stopped skipping and spinning when he approached a seat close to the prince where a servant man was standing. Zachary, seeing another servant push Eli’s seat once he sat, knew this man would wait to push him in. ”Un momento, por favor-” the bard spoke before correcting himself yet again, “A moment, if you would please. Allow me to play my tune whilst the others join us! Tend to the others, I will be the last to seat.” The music rolled from Zachary’s fingers as he repeated the melody over and over whilst he watched and waited for the others to join the table. A song such as this would hopefully lessen any tensions and allow everyone to lighten up for conversation. A feast such as this was one to be excited about, not suspicious and nervous!

As the music echoed off the walls and went outside the front doors, not a few minutes passed until a red-headed bird fluttered inside and landed atop the end of Zachary’s lute. The bard spoke in his native Ibion tongue, “Hola, mi amigo pájaro. ¿Está usted aquí para saludar al príncipe, o se enteró que había comida?” It tweeted in response and raised its wings in a dance. The bird hopped and turned with open wings as Zachary played his tune. The bird seemed to be here for his song, not the prince nor food. Chuckling, the bard continued playing whilst waiting for all the others to join him and the prince.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Several years ago…

It had been a week since Zachary had fled the household. He had not wanted to run away initially. After all, he was but a mere boy only armed with a lute and a now empty food satchel. However, Papá had intended on destroying grandfather’s instrument before Zacahry's very eyes. Zachary could not stand idly by and watch his heritage be smashed in front of him. Striking Papá was both the bravest and most stupid decision Zachary had ever made, and to make matters worse he had run out the door with what he could grab with no plan in mind.

It had been a few days since he had crossed the channel between Ibion and Estala. The foreigners welcomed him with a language had had never heard before, causing him to feel uneasy the further north he traveled into these unknown lands. It wasn’t until now that he had reached his limits. Zachary knew he could not go on like this for much longer. When this thought crossed his mind the winds gusted and blew his hat off his head until it landed in front of an open doorway. Rushing forward and quickly grabbing his beloved hat, Zachary stood back up and saw the doorway had a sign next to it. The words were unfamiliar but the image showed that of a bed and warm food. It looked the same as the image used for inns in Ibion so Zachary walked right inside.

However, this inn wasn’t as uplifting as the ones his grandfather once took him to. The people in here were all either silent or mumbling to each other. There were no loud people having a fun time with their ale, there was no occasional roar of laughter from the bar, and every person had a somber expression. Walking towards the bar with his lute and satchel feeling heavier every step, he kept hearing one sound among all the others the Estalians spoke: war. Zachary knew not what this word was, yet the atmosphere clued him in that it meant nothing good.

Approaching the counter, Zachary reached into his pockets to find he had no coin left. Frantically searching his satchel to find nothing as well, sadness filled his heart as he would go without food for a second day. The barmaid gave the young boy a strange look at first but paid no mind as he went to take a seat at the edge of the entertainment platform. Zachary sighed to himself, taking off his hat and laying it on the ground next to his feet. The top of the hat sunk slightly under its own weight as the bottom remained open to the air. His lute rested on his lap as Zachary leaned forward in defeat. Before giving up, the words of his grandfather rung through his head, “If you ever feel down child, play a tune. It is good for the mind and the heart. Trust me, you will feel better in no time.”

Zachary’s heart pulled slightly at the memory of his lost grandfather. Sitting up straight, Zachary tuned his lute. The slight twangs from his adjustments caught the ears of nearby patrons. Once his adjustments were done he let his fingers loose into song. The notes flew naturally off of the lute’s strings and filled the air of the inn. Soon all eyes were on Zachary. The patrons could not believe that such a young looking boy was playing this music. Zachary was too focused on playing his music to notice their expressions, and he kept letting his hands fly freely across the lute. The song was one of hope and inspiration. The song opened with a somber tune which quickly shifted into a faster paced sequence that raised the spirits. The chorus was when the inn patrons began to whisper among themselves about this display of skill. The minutes went by and Zachary slowly stopped the song to its end. As he did, the patrons burst into applause which snapped him out of his focused state. Men and women alike were cheering for the boy’s performance, tossing a few spare coin into the hat he laid down by chance. A great big smile broke across Zachary’s face. It was not due to his payment but to the smiles and joy he had just brought to this small inn. In a matter of minutes Zachary alone had cheered up these people. The event had set a flame in his heart.

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The Present

From then on, the boy traveled northward reinvigorated with a new purpose: to bring that same joy he brought to that inn everywhere he went. Hopefully one day he would play for his grandfather once again. Days soon turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Zachary was now seventeen years old and quite familiar with the language of Estala. Word of a young bard traveling north soon spread throughout the land, earning Zachary his own reputation. This reputation is what led him towards responding to the king’s call for prince escorts. Although he might not be a fighter, keeping spirits high was just as important as a cleric’s duty for healing. This reputation would be his foothold for joining this party.

Zachary stood in an archway, leaning against the wall spacing that separated the lounge area and the grand stairwell. He observed the people present for the prince’s escort that were in the vicinity. A foreign maiden, an armored knight, a young mage, and a swordsman as well. He looked at them with a smile as he tuned his lute in silence. The adjustments took him just enough time to get a good look at the people present. They all looked like people from various different backgrounds. Zachary was sure there would be conflicts among everyone, but he was sure they could all pull through and do their best for the prince.

Speaking of which, as Zachary was finishing his final tuning adjustments the prince slid down the stairway railing. ”Bravo, joven amigo,” the bard spoke under his breath. He watched as the prince go by when he noticed the blue haired mage alone in the lounging area to his left. He decided it best to greet and be friendly towards the boy, as a start at least.

@Tenma Tendo "¡Hola, my young friend!” the bard spoke in an Ibion accent to the prone boy. The bard let his lute go slack on its strap as he took a few steps forward. ”What might that tome be, friend? I am… what is the word…” The raggedy bard paused and scratched his chin for a moment. The sweet smell of straw lingered from him as he stood there struggling to formulate the word. His eyes brightened not a moment later. ”Curious! I am curious about your magic prowess, friend.” He had a big grin on his face as he stood nearby in the room.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Let me know when this shindig starts kicking tomorrow, I'm hyped for this to be happening.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Zachary Nyrid

_{Z A C H A R Y N Y R I D}

_{Character Theme}

_{"Actions speak louder than words. Well, more so in my case than anyone else."}

_{[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N}

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Class: Bard

Title(s): None

Birthplace: Ibion, Perten

Race: Beorc

Age: Seventeen

Inventory: Zachary carries his grandfather’s lute with him always, never letting it out of his sight. He also carries a satchel that carries miscellaneous items: whatever spare currency he’s acquire, a journal and pen, tobacco and matches, as well as small non-perishable provisions. Fitted into his hat is his grandfather’s pipe, which he occasionally uses. A wanderer needs not much.

Other: He’s quite overprotective of both his hat and his lute. Both are gifts to him left by his grandfather to carry on his mission. If someone were to attempt and take these items from him, Zachary would protest greatly. Another thing noteworthy is that, although flirtatious sometimes, Zachary carries little intention of settling down. If something were to spark he would surely fan the flames, but he is not actively seeking a life settling down with a family. He has a mission to carry out before he tends to his innate desires, but as his grandfather always said, “Life can happen at any moment, so enjoy it while it lasts.” Lastly, he speaks in broken tongue sometimes mixing both the international language and the Ibion tongue. This is rare and only occurs when he is speaking without thinking.

_{[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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As with all Bards comes a kind soul that loves teaching people the joys of music. Wherever Zachary goes, it’s with a smile on his face as he plays the lute like it is an extension of his own self. He is a young, passionate boy dedicated to a life of bringing the beauty of music to life. Zachary approaches any situation he can with a kind and merciful heart, for that is the way his grandfather taught him. However, he is not without negativity. He carries the guilt of leaving his mother and father at a young age everywhere he goes. Zachary only wishes them the best, but he has a mission to revive the Nyrid family name as prestigious musicians. It was a legacy left to him by his grandfather. If his father was not up to the task, then Zachary will gladly step up to the mantle. The guilt he carries does not weigh him down too much. Instead, it ties him back home and gives him a reason to return once his quest is complete. Zachary is a man driven by his passion for music and he intends on making a name for himself.

_{[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y}

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Zachary was born into a poor household in the city of Perten, a northern city of Ibion. Ages ago his ancestors once played music for any royalty willing to request their talents. Their musical talent was unrivaled for generations, and the way they produced such music almost seemed magical to spectators. Alas, those are only the stories Zachary heard from his grandfather when his parents were out on the fishing boat. Zachary’s father always complained that grandfather should not be teaching his boy such nonsense, but Zachary’s grandfather always just shrugged him off. Nobody had played an instrument in this family since ancient times according to Zachary’s father.
Zachary knew better than this; in fact, he’s heard better. Whenever Zachary’s mother and father took to the fishing boat for work, his grandfather would bring over his lute to play music while telling Zachary of his heritage. The stories were spoken almost lyrically as his grandfather played every day. Zachary’s ancestors did not only play music for royal events. They inspired soldiers in the middle of battle to rally the troops and keep on the fight. His grandfather would always somehow manage to tell a new story every day about the ways of his heritage for years of Zachary’s life. It wasn’t until his teens that Zachary was taught the ways of the lute and the magical sounds he could make.
However, with everything gained something must be lost. One day Zachary’s mother and father came home early in the middle of his lute lessons. Zachary’s father was furious, betrayed by Zachary’s grandfather for going behind his back. It was on that day that Zachary’s grandfather was cast from their household, never to be seen from again. Zachary was upset by his father’s reaction and rebelled in the only way he knew how: playing his grandfather’s lute and the music he was taught. His father soon grew wary of his son’s actions and attempted to destroy the lute with Zachary present. Zachary struck his father and fled from the house that day with lute in hand.
Zachary wandered further north from then on, earning spare currency from passersby he played for. He was on a personal quest to find his grandfather and thank him for all he taught. The stories he heard took place in the great kingdom of Estala and that was where he traveled. Along the way he somehow acquired a red-breasted grosbeak as a companion. He neither fed nor offered it a place to rest, but it would always find Zachary every time he played his music. And thus the two traveled northward into Estala, in search of a master gone by.

_{[ ❇ ] F A M I L Y}

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Father: Yakuso Nyrid - A self-taught fisherman by trade. He did not buy into Angelo's stories and musical lessons like Zachary did. Yakuso believes that those story are mere children's tales and that the only true meaning in life is the profit earned from hard work and labor.

Mother: Isabella Nyrid - A woman whom was taught the trades of fishing by her own family. As much as she tried to participate in raising Zachary, she reluctantly passed that responsibility onto Angelo whom was more avaialbe to watch her child. Isabella wishes that her work wasn't as demanding as it was.

Grandfather: Angelo Nyrid - Zachary's sole reason for his passion in music. He was taught how to play by his own grandfather, and used the knowledge and talent he possessed to pass on the mantle to his own grandchild.

Thanks LordVoldemort for copy and pasting everything into formatting for me!

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

I know it says it at the bottom of the sheet, but I wanted to thank @LordVoldemort again for going out of his way to format my sheet for me!

Zachary Nyrid

_{Z A C H A R Y N Y R I D}

_{Character Theme}

_{"Actions speak louder than words. Well, more so in my case than anyone else."}

_{[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N}

---

Class: Bard

Title(s): None

Birthplace: Ibion, Perten

Race: Beorc

Age: Seventeen

Inventory: Zachary carries his grandfather’s lute with him always, never letting it out of his sight. He also carries a satchel that carries miscellaneous items: whatever spare currency he’s acquire, a journal and pen, tobacco and matches, as well as small non-perishable provisions. Fitted into his hat is his grandfather’s pipe, which he occasionally uses. A wanderer needs not much.

Other: He’s quite overprotective of both his hat and his lute. Both are gifts to him left by his grandfather to carry on his mission. If someone were to attempt and take these items from him, Zachary would protest greatly. Another thing noteworthy is that, although flirtatious sometimes, Zachary carries little intention of settling down. If something were to spark he would surely fan the flames, but he is not actively seeking a life settling down with a family. He has a mission to carry out before he tends to his innate desires, but as his grandfather always said, “Life can happen at any moment, so enjoy it while it lasts.” Lastly, he speaks in broken tongue sometimes mixing both the international language and the Ibion tongue. This is rare and only occurs when he is speaking without thinking.

_{[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y}

---

As with all Bards comes a kind soul that loves teaching people the joys of music. Wherever Zachary goes, it’s with a smile on his face as he plays the lute like it is an extension of his own self. He is a young, passionate boy dedicated to a life of bringing the beauty of music to life. Zachary approaches any situation he can with a kind and merciful heart, for that is the way his grandfather taught him. However, he is not without negativity. He carries the guilt of leaving his mother and father at a young age everywhere he goes. Zachary only wishes them the best, but he has a mission to revive the Nyrid family name as prestigious musicians. It was a legacy left to him by his grandfather. If his father was not up to the task, then Zachary will gladly step up to the mantle. The guilt he carries does not weigh him down too much. Instead, it ties him back home and gives him a reason to return once his quest is complete. Zachary is a man driven by his passion for music and he intends on making a name for himself.

_{[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y}

---

Zachary was born into a poor household in the city of Perten, a northern city of Ibion. Ages ago his ancestors once played music for any royalty willing to request their talents. Their musical talent was unrivaled for generations, and the way they produced such music almost seemed magical to spectators. Alas, those are only the stories Zachary heard from his grandfather when his parents were out on the fishing boat. Zachary’s father always complained that grandfather should not be teaching his boy such nonsense, but Zachary’s grandfather always just shrugged him off. Nobody had played an instrument in this family since ancient times according to Zachary’s father.
Zachary knew better than this; in fact, he’s heard better. Whenever Zachary’s mother and father took to the fishing boat for work, his grandfather would bring over his lute to play music while telling Zachary of his heritage. The stories were spoken almost lyrically as his grandfather played every day. Zachary’s ancestors did not only play music for royal events. They inspired soldiers in the middle of battle to rally the troops and keep on the fight. His grandfather would always somehow manage to tell a new story every day about the ways of his heritage for years of Zachary’s life. It wasn’t until his teens that Zachary was taught the ways of the lute and the magical sounds he could make.
However, with everything gained something must be lost. One day Zachary’s mother and father came home early in the middle of his lute lessons. Zachary’s father was furious, betrayed by Zachary’s grandfather for going behind his back. It was on that day that Zachary’s grandfather was cast from their household, never to be seen from again. Zachary was upset by his father’s reaction and rebelled in the only way he knew how: playing his grandfather’s lute and the music he was taught. His father soon grew wary of his son’s actions and attempted to destroy the lute with Zachary present. Zachary struck his father and fled from the house that day with lute in hand.
Zachary wandered further north from then on, earning spare currency from passersby he played for. He was on a personal quest to find his grandfather and thank him for all he taught. The stories he heard took place in the great kingdom of Estala and that was where he traveled. Along the way he somehow acquired a red-breasted grosbeak as a companion. He neither fed nor offered it a place to rest, but it would always find Zachary every time he played his music. And thus the two traveled northward into Estala, in search of a master gone by.

_{[ ❇ ] F A M I L Y}

---

Father: Yakuso Nyrid - A self-taught fisherman by trade. He did not buy into Angelo's stories and musical lessons like Zachary did. Yakuso believes that those story are mere children's tales and that the only true meaning in life is the profit earned from hard work and labor.

Mother: Isabella Nyrid - A woman whom was taught the trades of fishing by her own family. As much as she tried to participate in raising Zachary, she reluctantly passed that responsibility onto Angelo whom was more avaialbe to watch her child. Isabella wishes that her work wasn't as demanding as it was.

Grandfather: Angelo Nyrid - Zachary's sole reason for his passion in music. He was taught how to play by his own grandfather, and used the knowledge and talent he possessed to pass on the mantle to his own grandchild.

Thanks LordVoldemort for copy and pasting everything into formatting for me!

Fire Emblem RP, anyone?

@Ambra Ah, well that's certainly unique. Thanks for clarifying that!

Fire Emblem RP, anyone?

@Ambra Hey, I've got a bit of a question here about the Bard class. I've done a little research on them and it seems that there's two completely different kinds of bard types. In one series they're a combat class oriented around Light Magic or Anima Magic, but in another they're purely support that revitalizes units for an extra attack. I'm under the assumption that they're a support class but what did you have in mind for them to be in this RP?

Fire Emblem RP, anyone?

I'm interested, and kinda hyped. My body is ready.

Astoria Chronicles - Artorias

Corrupted is being bombarded with schoolwork at the time. His acting course is requiring him to practice and memorize a musical, so he'll be on a bit of a hiatus for the time being. We can still post respectively until it's required he post, which at that point (since I know him IRL) I'll force him to sit and write a post. Hope this helps .-.

Astoria Chronicles - Artorias

Blake had just bursted around the corner to see an armored man sprint down towards the Church. Seeing that Aiden was regaining his footing, he could only assume that the rude man had just knocked him over. It took a few seconds for Blake to jog over to Aiden. Before he could even respond to Aiden, the emergency bell had rung. One rung was a warning, but continuous meant something truly despicable was upon us. By observing his surroundings Blake could decipher what was happening: An ambiguous man had just perished in the Church hall carrying a gem, which apparently sparked a widespread panic about the return of the dragons. If such was true, everyone in the whole continent would be in danger. It should have been mere coincidence, but Blake couldn't help but to break into a cold sweat. "Aiden," Blake spoke as he tapped Aiden's shoulder, "what in the Mother's name is happen-" That was when the Archbishop appeared from his chambers onto the balcony. A slow wave of his hand silenced the crowd and caught the attention of the duo Paladins. What would he have to say to the people?