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OC: Lancer, Fate/Zero
Name: Jix Moros
Age: Twenty-years old.
Race: Beorc
Gender: Male
Affinity: Thunder
Class: Soldier
Personality: Kind and down-to-earth, Jix is as devoted to his peers as he was to his duties on the ranch. As with any soldier, he loves his country dearly, and would not hesitate to give his life for it. Many say that he is not the type of person who should be in the military because of his soft manner, though his resolve to protect the people and persecute evil is unwavering. As much as he aspires to conform with the soldier stereotype, deep down he is still a country boy at heart.
Biography: The sleepy life of a commoner was more than enough for Jix Moros; born in the lush southern countryside of Cliace that was close to the Great Divide, he was the oldest son of farmers who lived away from the bustling towns. As with all children born on the ranch, he and his younger brother, Jax, were raised to assist in the responsibilities of managing their lands at an early age.
Regularly, Jix would accompany his mother on their wagon to travel to the closest town in order to barter their produce. It was a quiet life, but a quiet life that Jix had wished to keep, for as the years passed and he grew older, it was eventually time to leave his home to pursue his own future. He made his way to the towns at the center of Cliace, but wherever he went and whatever profession he took, the transition away from the simple lifestyle he had was too overwhelming.
Unable to find a place of his own, Jix would end up enlisting in the Cliacian Army as a means of finding purpose. There, he was finally able to adjust accordingly, graduating among his squadron of fellow soldiers in due time. From stopping bandit raids to transporting goods to the poorer provinces, his twentieth birthday came in time for the announcement by Emperor Deacon; there was a rebellion stirring up in the southern districts, and he would begin to gather volunteers alongside members of the regular army into a joint group to be sent when the time was right.
For the time being, Jix was stationed with his platoon at a temporary encampment near the border of the southern districts. Troops loyal to the dissident faction stood watch opposite the Emperor's forces. On a particularly normal day, the entire encampment was caught by surprise as they spotted a winged beast above the division, and watched as it was shot down by the dissident troops. Fortunately, it crashed into their borders, and when nobody stepped up, Jix went to investigate the strange beast.
Sure enough, it was not an actual winged beast that was being called a dragon. In the fiery shambles of the strange sky contraption, Jix found a man and a young boy together, both unconscious. Telling his platoon about them, they hauled the two out of the strange thing, and treated their wounds at the encampment. Though, a direct order from the capital issued by Emperor Deacon himself was relayed to them; Jix was to transport the captured people to the imperial palace, and the soldiers were to cover up the incident to not incite fear among their citizens.
Regularly, Jix would accompany his mother on their wagon to travel to the closest town in order to barter their produce. It was a quiet life, but a quiet life that Jix had wished to keep, for as the years passed and he grew older, it was eventually time to leave his home to pursue his own future. He made his way to the towns at the center of Cliace, but wherever he went and whatever profession he took, the transition away from the simple lifestyle he had was too overwhelming.
Unable to find a place of his own, Jix would end up enlisting in the Cliacian Army as a means of finding purpose. There, he was finally able to adjust accordingly, graduating among his squadron of fellow soldiers in due time. From stopping bandit raids to transporting goods to the poorer provinces, his twentieth birthday came in time for the announcement by Emperor Deacon; there was a rebellion stirring up in the southern districts, and he would begin to gather volunteers alongside members of the regular army into a joint group to be sent when the time was right.
For the time being, Jix was stationed with his platoon at a temporary encampment near the border of the southern districts. Troops loyal to the dissident faction stood watch opposite the Emperor's forces. On a particularly normal day, the entire encampment was caught by surprise as they spotted a winged beast above the division, and watched as it was shot down by the dissident troops. Fortunately, it crashed into their borders, and when nobody stepped up, Jix went to investigate the strange beast.
Sure enough, it was not an actual winged beast that was being called a dragon. In the fiery shambles of the strange sky contraption, Jix found a man and a young boy together, both unconscious. Telling his platoon about them, they hauled the two out of the strange thing, and treated their wounds at the encampment. Though, a direct order from the capital issued by Emperor Deacon himself was relayed to them; Jix was to transport the captured people to the imperial palace, and the soldiers were to cover up the incident to not incite fear among their citizens.
Equipment: Short Spear, Steel Lance, Vulnerary
OC: Alvin, Tales of Xillia
Name: Altan
Age: Twenty-four years old.
Race: Laguz (**unable to transform**) (appears as an ordinary Beorc)
Species: Bear (**unable to transform**)
Gender: Male
Affinity: Dark
Class: Fighter
Personality: Not many, if any, people truly understand Altan. Despite being somewhat friendly, he is a rather peculiar individual, seldom speaking about himself or his origins. He appears as if he is constantly under the pressure of finding answers, growing frustrated with the questions known only to himself. His tone of speech is rough in manner, and when he is angered, it can be difficult for him to control what he says. Like most Laguz, he harbors a significant dislike for the Beorc, and can be passive aggressive towards them in many instances. Altan, when spurred by his beliefs, can become fiercely charismatic, not hesitating to smite those who disagree.
Equipment: Battle Axe