Solace

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Twilight distracted me for the last few hours of the day. If I don't fall asleep soon, I'll try to begin the IC. If not, blame her for the delay I'll do it tomorrow.

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Jade is accepted. Add her to the character tab.

I'll start the IC today, regardless of whoever we're still waiting for. I originally only sought to wait for Rain, Jed, and Demous for their character sheets, but Jed is finishing his right now, and the other two are done.

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Nothing from Estron is known by the outside world. The incident regarding the airship was covered up, but those who saw it believe that it was a dragon or winged beast.

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RainDash (friend who posted a page before) and Jedly (friend that asked me outside of the Guild).

EDIT: Forgot about Apollo, kind of disappeared but I guess they're also here. >_>

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Ahh, sorry, I really hadn't read your characters until just now (after I finished her).

@Innsert

Oh no, it's fine. You don't need to change it. It'd be something that Jix finds as funny coincidence. :p

I have two applicants left to make their characters before we begin, and after that, we're closed off for a long time. Sorry that it's taking so long! I want to start, too! :x

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Let's get those country names written correctly and not misspelled! :p

Sayuri is accepted; damn, she's taller than Jix, LOL.
Only question I have, she's not part of the volunteers, correct? If so, I assume she'll inevitably be caught up in the conflict?
Also, is it possible to get a better (and preferably, bigger) picture for her appearance? Thanks. :)

I don't think I saw any problems with Zieg, but it did remind me to include a new rule for In-Character.
Be realistic with your character's strengths and potential opponents' strengths. Sure, they can be random enemy soldiers or whatever, but your character isn't going to instagib five people in a two or three sentences, regardless of experience/strength.

This is going to especially apply for the first part, where our enemies are trained soldiers compared to our volunteers and some soldiers.

Anyway, Zieg is accepted.

EDIT: Innsert, I really like your characters, yo. She's accepted; she and Jix's surnames are off by one letter, too. :o

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Morning everyone! I'll get to reading those characters shortly.

I'm just trying not to fall asleep again since I don't have school today, because if I do, I'll be out cold until like, 2 in the afternoon. >_>

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OC: Alvin, Tales of Xillia

Information

Height: 6'5

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Steel blue

Complexion: Brown

Body Composition: Muscular

Notable Body Features: Assorted scars across his back, burn mark around his right eye.

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.

LONG BIOGRAPHY

Biography: The first thing that Altan could truly understand was the death of his father. He, like his parents and those around him, were slaves owned by their Beorc captors, kept underground in the mines and away from the surface. Altan's father, in an attempt to cause an insurrection against their masters, ultimately failed, and his execution was meant to serve as an example of their plight.

Even though he did not know what the words meant, Altan always dreamed of the world above them. It took thirteen years, but the dream came true; the young bear would awaken to the sounds of clanging metal within the mines and without his mother by his side. He made his way to the epicenter, or rather, the aftermath of a battle. Scattered before him, were the lifeless bodies of his captors, but also his mother. A sword-bearing girl was kneeling beside her body as Altan crawled towards his caretaker, unable to cry from the hardship he had already endured.

The girl, introducing herself as Leena, was joined by six additional men whom she identified as the vigilante group that her sword belonged to. Without anywhere to go or anyone to stay with, Altan was offered their company; it was the first display of humanity he had witnessed other than that of his mother, and for the first time, the sunlight stroked his face as he stood on the upper world. As time passed, the group drifted all across the continent to make a name for themselves, preforming duties from liberating Laguz slave camps to eliminating corrupt nobles.

Though, after four years, a rift grew between the leader of the company, Busk, and Leena after a disagreement in the group's future set the two lovers apart. Altan, complied to follow his savior, remained by Leena as they parted ways with the group. The two of them resumed their duties as vigilantes, and it was only then that Altan realized he had fallen in love with Leena. Despite this, he would tread lightly; it was taboo for Beorc and Laguz to be involved in such a relationship.

But their bond was immeasurable. Just as Leena was about to fulfill her lifelong goal to become a famed swordswoman, the last mission they would ever take was the elimination of their former group. After completing the task, the two learned about the sacrifices they had to make in order to accomplish such a feat, and they decided that it was not worth continuing. A twenty-year old Altan would confess his longtime affection for Leena, who reciprocated such feelings, much to his surprise. He had been hesitant due to their racial differences and her being four years older, though she stated that it didn't matter much to her, joking that he looked like he was the older one.

They moved to Estron, where they soon had a son together; but, as a result from their racial differences, Altan lost his ability to transform and Laguz body features, and Leena was unable to bear any more children in the future. Despite this, they were content, and Leena renounced her adventurer's spirit by surrendering her sword to care for their newborn child. Altan worked as an airship supply transporter to provide for them, and life was relatively normal for the next year.

That is, until the officials of Estron looked into Altan's background, learning that he was a Laguz man wed to a Beorc woman. Viewing this as a criminal act against the Creators, the Chancellor of Estron ordered them to be eliminated. In the middle of the night, he dispatched troops to kill any person in Altan's residence on sight. Altan, a sound sleeper, had not woken up, but Leena did; just as she went to check the sounds of their door being burst open, she was apprehended and killed by the troops. Her screams sent their child into a cry as the baby woke Altan, discovering his wife dead and her murderers. With his bare hands, he beat and ripped them apart in a blind rage, learning that the Chancellor had sent them.

Weeping over how fast their family had been torn apart, Altan vowed vengeance against the Chancellor. With his son cradled in his arms after burying Leena, he went into hiding at an abandoned factory, salvaging whatever parts he could find and beginning to invent a weapon that could fire from a range longer than the bow. It took him three years to develop a prototype as he was barely able to feed his son with the little scraps he could scavenge, waiting for the right opportunity.

The Chancellor was to deliver a speech at the capital, which took him several days to enter without detection. Altan, knowing the layout of the capital, stowed his four-year old son on an airship at one of the development docks, telling him to wait until he came. With the weapon in his hands, he set up his position and waited. When the Chancellor came into view and began to deliver his speech, Altan fired the weapon, but it severely malfunctioned just as the shot was about to go off. The lock of the weapon came off as the prototype spewed a small fire from its breech, burning the right side of Altan's face. Not allowing his chance to be lost, he pulled the trigger once more and threw the flaming weapon without turning back to see, knowing that regardless of the result, they were coming for him.

Evading the military police, Altan commandeered the airship and took off, now a fugitive. He flew the ship across the Great Divide and hovered over the southern provinces of Cliace, whose citizens regarded the sight as "the return of the dragons." Alarmed at the sight, an order was made for cannons to be set upon the winged beast; ash filled the sky as the airship was unable to remain stable, and Altan was forced into a hard landing, clutching his son in an act to preserve the child's life over his own.

Fortunately, Altan's airship landed just outside of the southern provinces, and in the territory of the Emperor's forces. He fell unconscious for the next few days from the landing, and when he woke, he was chained to the wall of a prison cell, his son missing. As he struggled against his bonds, he was met by Emperor Deacon in person, who stated that they were fully aware of Altan's status as a fugitive from Estron. He had originally intended to send him back across the Great Divide, but offered the man a preposition; if Altan told Deacon everything about the airship and help his forces put down the rebellion, Deacon would return Altan's son and give asylum to the two of them.

With no choice, Altan reluctantly complied.

Equipment: Battle Axe

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Reminder to those who didn't post their character sheets to the tab yet; do it! :d

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OC: Lancer, Fate/Zero

Information

Height: 5'10

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Citrine (mix of yellow and orange)

Complexion: Tan

Body Composition: Lean

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.

Equipment: Short Spear, Steel Lance, Vulnerary