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Fire Emblem: Legacy of the Empyrean Throne

@KenjuGuy Sanji was speaking with Celeste, not Kaitlyn. IDK if the mistake was intentional or not, but figured I'd let you know. (Celeste probably wouldn't be too enthused to have been mixed up with her maid lol)

Fire Emblem: Legacy of the Empyrean Throne

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_{Interacting with @Hero}

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The market's chill had Sanji doing his best to keep from shivering, but his attempts were in vain. He should have invested in a heavier traveling cloak. His current was too lightweight to do him much good, but at least walking was doing something to help him warm up. The roads were cramped with folks lethargically weaving to their mundane destinations, making movement difficult, but Sanji's thin frame and tall stature gave him an advantage of sorts, and he was able to plan his route over the heads of those closest to him while squeezing into gaps others might have had difficulty with.

Ahead, he spied what he hoped would be his destination: the closest thing to a luxury inn that he had seen in this town. It should be appropriately warm within if Sanji could only get there. He caught a glimpse of a familiar maid in the passing crowd, Kaitlyn, if he remembered correctly. But then, if he wasn't mistaken, Kaitlyn being around meant that, surely, Celeste should be nearby, right? And no sooner had he finished that thought that he caught sight of the flaming red hair he had come to associate with loud partying and spoiled mannerisms.

"Good morning, Sanji," she greeted him, waving as she approached. "Look at you, out and about already! Do you never rest?"

Sanji didn't want to stop and talk, but he also didn't want to come across as rude. "Oh, uh, morning, Celeste," he replied, not even sure how well his voice would carry over the drone of the crowd. "Was just gathering some materials. Needed to, uhm, restock my medicine supply." He paused momentarily, and tried to think of what to say that wouldn't be too blunt. Before he managed to continue, he felt his pestle slip out of his bag against his leg. He narrowly managed to get his boot underneath it before the clay smashed against the cobblestone below. Grunting as it smacked against his foot, he stooped and stuffed it back in the satchel before he continued. "It's a bit cold out here. Been out a good while. I was hoping to maybe get inside out of the elements, unless you might know of, uh, someplace better around here for getting warmed up?"

One thing Sanji missed about his days with the nomads was how they usually handled travel during the cold months. Every night, they'd be sure to stop someplace with easy access to plenty of firewood, or a hot spring if possible. Granted, the elderly and infants had priority on comforts, but it was still nice to have such readily available warmth. Drakesfoot proper seemed to not have much in the way of such luxuries, at least of what he'd seen so far. Maybe he had just hit a spot of rough luck. He'd have likely been better spending his night in camp where he could have at least tended a nice fire.

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Sanji dropped a couple of fresh-picked herbs into his satchel. Well, fresh-picked was one word for it. The particular vegetation in this area wasn't of ideal quality for medicine, but it was workable, especially when considering his supply of truly useful materials was beginning to run a bit short. Still, the reagents he tracked down himself were leagues better than those found in local markets. Even the thought of using salves made with such scant and rotted ingredients made him shudder. He hoped he would never have to stoop so low as to rely on them; after all, the resulting elixirs would likely have no beneficial effect anyway.

He stood and brushed off his knees, and as the particles of dust billowed as clouds from his trousers, a phial slipped through a hole in the medicine man's threadbare bag. Cursing beneath his breath, Sanji scooped up the dropped glass and slipped it back into its place. Thankfully, it hadn't broken, as many of its precursors had. Yet, Sanji had nearly saved up enough for a new satchel in which to keep his materials. He had Beato to thank for that. The dreary folk living dreary lives in these mountains gobbled up anything that promised to make a ray of sunshine pierce through their eternally overcast existence. While Beato talked up Sanji's medicine to sound much, much better than it really was, to a people who had used naught but near-festering slimes to treat their illness, this medication was nothing less than a gift from the gods.

The morning was still young--the sun had yet to fully show itself--but Sanji had risen quite early. The lodging he had found himself in for the night was somehow colder than the chill of the night winds. Fearing he would fall ill if he didn't do something, Sanji downed a tonic that was brewed to warm his insides and took to restocking his inventory. Thus, this was where he was, standing in the cold morning air with nowhere near the should-be necessary layers looking for plants and bugs in the near-dark.

He had found the needed materials this morning for Izumi's most recent request--barely. And he had at least replenished enough reagents to at least take care of the company for another two days, though brews intended for sale would have to see a decline. Mayhaps the midday would prove more friendly to the task of collecting. As it were, his concoction intended to help ward off the frost was wearing thin. It would be wise to find a tavern with a lit fireplace by which to warm his rapidly chilling bones. So back toward the town Sanji strode. There were no birdcalls to accompany his walk, and even the small mammals seemed wiser than to climb out of whatever den or nest they had crafted for themselves. The only--mildly annoying--thing to happen during his return to the gates was the occasional drop of some item through his worn satchel, followed by his quick recovery of the offending trinket.

Once within the town, Sanji passed the familiar less-than-enthusiastic Sergeant-At-Arms and a much-more-jolly red-headed knight whom he simply acknowledged with a nod before continuing his search for a warm inn. All the while, Sanji would occasionally scramble to keep an escaped ingredient from being trod on by an unconcerned passerby or a flask from smashing against cobblestone.

Fire Emblem: Legacy of the Empyrean Throne

IC must be hooj

Fire Emblem: Legacy of the Empyrean Throne

Sanji, Bow-Inept Apothecary

Name:
Sanji Hidaka

Age:
27

Nationality:
Sarukinan

Class:
Apothecary

Role:
Medic

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Appearance:
A lengthy mane of reddish hair frames (and partially obscures) Sanji's youthful countenance. He has long been unable to grow facial hair, whether due to burns he's sustained or fumes from his concoctions or perhaps even utilizing enough vulneraries to slow his aging, he nor anyone who knows him is sure of. His eyes are a dulled yellow which matches his most common wardrobe choice. His left cheek bears a burn mark from his most recent reckless mistake while cooking up remedies. All his clothes are tattered or singed. The satchel of ingredients he carries is threadbare, and its contents occasionally slip through the holes. He stands lean and tall at 6'4" and only weighing 178 lbs.

Personality:
Sanji is typically quiet and reserved, though not exactly "shy". He simply doesn't see conversation as much of a necessity. After all, he has far too much swimming about in his brain concerning different herbs, fungi, and berries, as well as all manner of biological oddities he may discover. The most anyone is likely to hear of Sanji speaking is if they catch him while he is writing the day's discoveries in his rather disorganized notebook, at which point he mutters a near-incoherent string of "scientific phrases" as he scribbles hurriedly across the pages of the book. He is easily startled due to being generally out of touch with the world around him, and has quite a few fears, though he generally keeps these to himself.

He dislikes fighting, as he tends to not be very skilled at it, and will try to keep to the back lines if combat ever does break out. This ends up usually being the only time he pays attention to the things going on around him so he doesn't mistakenly end up with an axe between his eyes. This also helps in that if one of his companions ends up injured, he can rush to their aid with medicine in hand.

History:
Sanji was born into the Wind Tribe of Sarukina, his mother a native, his father half-Hoshidan. Sanji was named in honor of his Hoshidan blood, as his mother hoped it would invoke that same spirit of honor that Hoshidan warriors were known for. (Spoiler Alert: It didn't.) He was raised gathering herbs and berries to help the tribe, and was also given instruction in the bow for hunting, but he unfortunately never could adequately grasp the concept.

When he was but 10 years old, Sanji was put through a test to see if he could one day be a warrior for the tribe. He failed spectacularly. From that day forth, Sanji's father, one of the foremost warriors of the tribe, never spared an opportunity to express his disappointment in Sanji. However, Sanji eventually began to take lessons in herbs and medicine from one of the tribe's healers, a skill at which he excelled. When others would go into combat, Sanji would treat their wounds with medicine he had concocted. However, a day came when Sanji was 19 that he was separated from his tribe during a battle, the battle that would alter the course of Sanji's life.

He found himself in the midst of the woods, alone with the sound of brigands echoing through the dark underbrush all around him. He came to a small clearing where he found someone who had been injured. This person was neither brigand nor fellow nomad, but Sanji rushed to their side and began treating their wounds just the same. Before he had quite finished treating this person, one of the cutthroats had found him and rushed at him, axe raised. Only a moment before the steel met Sanji's flesh, another figure stepped out of the woods and felled the bandit in a single, glorious flourish. That was the day that Sanji met and joined the Silver Hawks mercenary company. He had saved one of their lives, and they had saved his. Ever since, he has been the company medic, healing his comrades both during and after battle, and when he's lucky, he gets to plant an arrow in his foes. He never did try to rejoin with his tribe, as he felt the only way to prove to his father that he wasn't a disappointment would be to prove himself without the tribe.

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Skills:
He possesses no remarkable strength, only just able to reasonably carry a satchel full of herbs and ingredients and draw his bowstring to full length. However, he is more than knowledgeable in his craft as an apothecary and medic to whip up a vulnerary or antitoxin with impeccable efficiency.

Trivia:
Effectively, in-game, this would be a character with an E-Rank in Bows. He'd possess low Str and Def, mediocre Skl, astronomical Lck and Spd, and decent Mag (practically useless) and Res. His Mov would also possibly be higher than normal (maybe he got himself a nice pair of Running Shoes^TM)?

Relationships:
Beatrice "Beato" Rothschild: When Beato joined the company, despite her being much more vocal than Sanji is generally comfortable around, Sanji still saw the immediate chance to make some extra gold. The excess medicines he produced for the company, she'd be able to sell at a significant mark-up. It seemed the perfect business opportunity. So Sanji approached her with this idea, and to his pleasant surprise, she agreed.

What was initially a completely cordial business arrangement eventually developed into an unlikely friendship, and Sanji found himself training alongside Beato at target practice. Not that he ever became "adequate" with the bow, and he was repeatedly outshined by her performance. But, a bit of friendly competition never hurt, and Sanji has gotten slightly more accurate as a result. Not that he hits the target more frequently, but more that his arrows find themselves slightly less awry at the end of the day.

Toda Ujiteru: Toda and Sanji both joined the Silver Hawks only a few months apart, and weren't always close largely due to the one thing they have in common: quietness. Toda seemed to, at first, acknowledge Sanji with caution, and Sanji for the longest time didn't bother in any attempts to break the ice. However, as time passed, the two found themselves rescuing one another from death's clutches with increasing frequency. Sanji's salves could heal the injuries Toda sustained on the battlefield, and Toda was able to fell the foes who were among the greater threats to Sanji.

To this day, despite spending roughly seven years in the company together, the two haven't said much to one another, but have engaged in what almost appears to be a silent competition, seeing who can save the other's life the most during their shared time in the company. Despite not saying much about it, Sanji truly appreciates Toda's presence and aid.

Matsuyama Izumi: Sanji never noticed the stealthy persona that is Izumi--he didn't even know when she joined the company, whether it was before or after himself. He only noticed her when she--quite abruptly--approached him with a job request. (When she first took note of Sanji, he had no idea.) She needed materials, but not the kind that he usually utilized in medicine, but rather the varieties needed in producing poisons of various effects and potencies.

Sanji was initially hesitant on taking the jobs, but he was never given any reason to believe that Izumi planned to poison him (though he has found himself in the habit of carrying the antidotes to her requests, just in case). And as long as Izumi poses him no threat, he acquires the necessary reagents (and occasionally even mixes them) no questions asked. Within recent weeks, Sanji has warily begun sharing some of his knowledge of herbalism with Izumi in short lessons when the two are free.

Nerea of Ilpasire: Ever since Nerea's joining the Silver Hawks, Sanji has found her to be a frequent patient of his. A reserved person off the battlefield, but a wild warrior on, Nerea has been a subject of Sanji's curiosity for as long as he's known her--he's often wondered if she is perhaps a victim of split personalities, though has never been bold enough to ask. The two tend to find themselves eating together at meal times as neither is bothersome to the other, both preferring the quiet of each other's shared company to the noise that tends to echo around the rest of the camp.

Another element to Nerea that has piqued Sanji's curiosity is her utility of the magic arts. Much like his use of medicine, magic could be used to save a life--or take one. Once, he asked her to share some of her knowledge of magic with him. Her response was to hand him a rather weighty tome, which Sanji opened later that evening only to shut it back and return it shortly after. The book in question was full of some rather dark magics which Sanji now wishes he hadn't laid eyes upon, and it was his decision in that moment that magic was not for everyone. In spite of this, a sorceress was a helpful ally to have around, even better to have one he could call a friend. Thus, their companionship has persisted, and Sanji finds himself patching Nerea's wounds after each battle.

Noriko Aburaage: The current captain of the Silver Hawks isn't one whom Sanji has had too many interactions with. To be fair, she's got a great deal more muscle mass than himself, so on the rare occasion that Noriko does seem to take notice of him, Sanji prays to the combined pantheons of both Hoshido and Nohr that it's not because she's angry. And they seem to have thus far answered his prayers. Generally, their interactions are after battles in which Sanji has excelled in his work as a medic and has saved the other mercs' lives at the risk of his own. Her line to him rarely varies far from, "Keep up the good work, kid," which is then accompanied by a pat on the back that nearly winds him with perfect consistency.

The Silver Hawks: As the company medic, it tends to be difficult for Sanji to avoid contact with any member of the mercenary company. Some names and faces have stuck better with him than others, and many have come and gone. In particular, the recent months have seen a significant influx in members. While generally quiet, Sanji does his best to provide equally the necessary medical attention to every member of the company who finds themselves in his care.

Fire Emblem: Legacy of the Empyrean Throne

Ok so I thought I wasn't going to get everything done before work this evening but ig I was wrong.

Sanji

Name:
Sanji Hidaka

Age:
27

Nationality:
Sarukinan

Class:
Apothecary

Role:
Medic

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Appearance:
A lengthy mane of reddish hair frames (and partially obscures) Sanji's youthful countenance. He has long been unable to grow facial hair, whether due to burns he's sustained or fumes from his concoctions or perhaps even utilizing enough vulneraries to slow his aging, he nor anyone who knows him is sure of. His eyes are a dulled yellow which matches his most common wardrobe choice. His left cheek bears a burn mark from his most recent reckless mistake while cooking up remedies. All his clothes are tattered or singed. The satchel of ingredients he carries is threadbare, and its contents occasionally slip through the holes. He stands lean and tall at 6'4" and only weighing 178 lbs.

Personality:
Sanji is typically quiet and reserved, though not exactly "shy". He simply doesn't see conversation as much of a necessity. After all, he has far too much swimming about in his brain concerning different herbs, fungi, and berries, as well as all manner of biological oddities he may discover. The most anyone is likely to hear of Sanji speaking is if they catch him while he is writing the day's discoveries in his rather disorganized notebook, at which point he mutters a near-incoherent string of "scientific phrases" as he scribbles hurriedly across the pages of the book. He is easily startled due to being generally out of touch with the world around him, and has quite a few fears, though he generally keeps these to himself.

He dislikes fighting, as he tends to not be very skilled at it, and will try to keep to the back lines if combat ever does break out. This ends up usually being the only time he pays attention to the things going on around him so he doesn't mistakenly end up with an axe between his eyes. This also helps in that if one of his companions ends up injured, he can rush to their aid with medicine in hand.

History:
Sanji was born into the Wind Tribe of Sarukina, his mother a native, his father half-Hoshidan. Sanji was named in honor of his Hoshidan blood, as his mother hoped it would invoke that same spirit of honor that Hoshidan warriors were known for. (Spoiler Alert: It didn't.) He was raised gathering herbs and berries to help the tribe, and was also given instruction in the bow for hunting, but he unfortunately never could adequately grasp the concept.

When he was but 10 years old, Sanji was put through a test to see if he could one day be a warrior for the tribe. He failed spectacularly. From that day forth, Sanji's father, one of the foremost warriors of the tribe, never spared an opportunity to express his disappointment in Sanji. However, Sanji eventually began to take lessons in herbs and medicine from one of the tribe's healers, a skill at which he excelled. When others would go into combat, Sanji would treat their wounds with medicine he had concocted. However, a day came when Sanji was separated from his tribe during a battle, the battle that would alter the course of Sanji's life.

He found himself in the midst of the woods, alone with the sound of brigands echoing through the dark underbrush all around him. He came to a small clearing where he found someone who had been injured. This person was neither brigand nor fellow nomad, but Sanji rushed to their side and began treating their wounds just the same. Before he had quite finished treating this person, one of the cutthroats had found him and rushed at him, axe raised. Only a moment before the steel met Sanji's flesh, another figure stepped out of the woods and felled the bandit in a single, glorious flourish. That was the day that Sanji met and joined the Silver Hawks mercenary company. He had saved one of their lives, and they had saved his. Ever since, he has been the company medic, healing his comrades both during and after battle, and when he's lucky, he gets to plant an arrow in his foes. He never did try to rejoin with his tribe, as he felt the only way to prove to his father that he wasn't a disappointment would be to prove himself without the tribe.

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Skills:
He possesses no remarkable strength, only just able to reasonably carry a satchel full of herbs and ingredients and draw his bowstring to full length. However, he is more than knowledgeable in his craft as an apothecary and medic to whip up a vulnerary or antitoxin with impeccable efficiency.

Trivia:
Effectively, in-game, this would be a character with an E-Rank in Bows. He'd possess low Str and Def, mediocre Skl, astronomical Lck and Spd, and decent Mag (practically useless) and Res. His Mov would also possibly be higher than normal (maybe he got himself a nice pair of Running Shoes^TM)?

Fire Emblem: Legacy of the Empyrean Throne

After thinking about it just a little more, I'm going Apothecary who is excellent at concocting remedies, but absolute shit with a bow. Can't hit a single target in practice. Only lucky enough in an actual fight so as to not die, but not enough to be particularly useful on the combat side of things either. I'll probably throw together a GBA-esque mug to go with the sheet, too.

Fire Emblem: Legacy of the Empyrean Throne

I'll prolly post my character sometime tomorrow. Not sure if I'll be an Apothecary or some kind of healer, but definitely planning on being a support unit in some capacity.

Fire Emblem: Legacy of the Empyrean Throne (A Re-imagining of FE: Fates!)

Imma drop my interest here, but you already knew that from Discord. Thinking of either going Apothecary or a healer of some sort.

Persona ~ The Beholder

_{Interacting with Thomas Robinson @Aurrorian}

The other fellow stood from his seemingly comfortable position on the ground, addressing Tryg as a Viking or somesort. "Wha--?" he stammered, before realizing what the person was saying. Suddenly he was quite self-conscious over his accent. "Oh, er, not a Viking, per se. I'm Finnish. And . . . uh . . . no invasion, either. Course I thought this was a dream myself if not for the rather real pain some of the monsters around here can cause. And . . . I've been bopped on the head myself. Didn't help anything." He gestured to his gashed left shoulder. What was this? Tryg was typically far more confident than this rambling buffoon he had become. Was this because he no longer had Dainsleif by his side? Or had he just become so fearful of what the world had shown him?

His heart was still hammering away from the adrenaline rush of his previous encounters. He was sincerely hoping that this unassuming hooded guy was actually harmless. Then he realized he was still holding the saber in a guard stance. Not the best way to make a first impression. He tried to relax his posture a little, and while he could get his sword arm to somewhat relax at his side, he couldn't fully ease the tensions in his muscles. He was on edge, cautiously watching every shadow, every shift of the fog. And it wasn't helped when he heard distant howls. If cats were skilled fencers in this world, he wanted no part of what a bloody canine could do. Olla munaa, Tryg.

Tryg forced himself to take a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Repeat two more times. Okay, better. His focus was returning. "Whatever that howling was, I don't want to find out. But I have a hunch it's no normal wolf." Better. A little more confident that time. "What say we try to get out of this foggy nightmare before whatever it is manages to find us?" Tryg began to walk in the direction opposite the noise. "Name's Tryg, by the by. Tryg Truman."