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AH HA I remember what my question was (4 days late *shot*)

How will Laguz transformation take place? Will it be instant like in games and preserve whatever the person is carrying (like clothes) or will it be more like a werewolf, spouting fur and changing shape over a short time? Might be problematic with changing in a fight while wearing armor though. Or anything for that matter.


I'd say transformation will be like in the games. Wouldn't want anyone to revert and uh... yes.
At the very least, laguz do not wear armor.
Renvall "Ren" Protego



"Piss off, cunt."

It was unsurprising for Renvall Protego to be in a less than desirable disposition at the early hour. Disheveled ebony hair bounced along the sides of a youthful face as the young squire trudged down the stairwell, dismissing one of the servants who approached the boy about Maize. His idea of an expedition beyond the walls had been everything but the task of pampering the spoiled prince further, and with Maize being his liege lord, there had not even been a slither of a choice for him. Even through spending several weeks in preparation, the very thought of those idiotic lips belonging to Eli Estali served to piss him off.

What did they expect from him? A fake smile, showering them with giddy compliments and questions about the latest pair of extravagant pants to wear? Precisely speaking, they expected Ren to die for these pompous nobles, serving as their front-line shields in the battles to come. And what were they to them, anyway? Expendable manpower? He knew well to look beyond the facade that was these people that he watched every day. If the young were not being sent to give their lives for the kingdom, he knew that the crown would not give a hoot about them. Even those filthy sub-humans have a better chance of care than us.

With armor and cape black as night, Ren kept to his standard expression of derision, his arms folded over his chest as an armored finger tapped along the metal of his gauntlets. His footsteps echoed across the hallway, despite wearing ordinary boots. There were only a few positives in his assignment to the mission, and it was two things: rejoicing over the idea of cutting down the foes to come, and feeling the ocean breeze once they would sail off and be at sea. As his eyes scanned the lot that he would reluctantly share allegiance with, he figured that it would not be that bad of an association, considering that there were some things that would be nice to take a gander at. Or not, he withdrew his momentary episode of hormones, closing his eyes with a shake of his head. His taste for women did not include little girls like some others, after all.

With his mind awry and attention elsewhere, Ren had simply strut past the group without a single word of acknowledgement. He kept to himself, a brief glance preceding over the sword resting at his belt before he stepped into the royal dining hall. Through habit, the squire took a seat at one of the far-off tables, seated by himself as his eyes caught sight of the party stepping inside. No peace or quiet, he looked down to his plate of food, running the fork through its contents.

For whatever reason, Ren could not bring himself to take even a single bite. It was then that he took another look to the group amassing among the noble's table, drawing a heavy sigh. He dismissed his place, carrying the plate of food along the tip of his fingers and warily taking a seat at the end of the populated table. Continually stabbing into the eggs but feeling little of an appetite rise, the squire slammed an armored fist against the surface of the table, inadvertently and unintentionally directing the attention of the group.




"Maize will come soon," Ren spoke through the awkward situation with a neutral look, his blue eyes not looking at the members of the group for long before his attention returned to his food.
Yay, Day 2 of Anime Expo is finally over and I can have some of my life back. gee I should really check Fire Emblem since I haven't read anything since I left-

20 IC posts

oh

fuck me

nice work ya'll, but

guess it's time to read

EDIT: Gonna have a crappy placeholder post header for the time being, created entirely from random websites. Yikes


A blur, the night had become. The cadets had been able to enjoy a once-in-a-while respite at their leisure,though it had become a series of photographic memories for Reese, who had come to the rude awakening that the next morning had brought upon them. The young soldier knew that something had been amiss; after all, he had been one of the last to awaken at the proper hour, and the bricks of pressure that flattened against his small head was more than discomforting. Beyond the muzzy coherence, there was a feeling of laziness that hampered his will to move, though he knew better than to place himself at even greater trouble with the instructor.

Despite the adverse effects of the previous night working against him, Reese kept to his usual demeanor, a smile on his face as he tossed one of the excess pair of boots towards the husk residing within the lair that Gabriel slept in. When the giant seemed to not respond, the boy looked over to the opposing bed where Tanner rested. The fact that the other boy was still asleep baffled the blond, his lips narrowing to a playful grin.

Setting his fingers between his lips, the boy produced a whistle that they had been taught in the classroom for the sighting of titans, feigning a stern look.
"The Titans are coming!" Reese contained his laughter, hoping that it would surely be their wake-up call. Ensuring that the soldiers outside did not hear his whistle, he quickly climbed to the upper bunk hanging over Gabriel, staying in view for the other two but hidden from the giant when they would awaken. He held a gesture of silence over his lips, waiting in anticipation.
I'll fix anything / have better wording at some other point, it's two in the morning over here and I wanted to get this out of the way while I have the opportunity. I'll try to get a post in tomorrow night!

M A I Z E B E N S E N / / T H I R T Y - F O U R




"For what it's worth, I felt sorry knowing that you didn't have a chance against me."


[ ❇ ] O R I G I N

Title(s): Sir, The Dauntless

Race: Beorc

Birthplace: Blackwater, Anarcas


[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N

Class: Hero

Height: 6'1

Weight: 202lbs

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Brown

Complexion: Fair

Body Composition: Muscular


[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y

As dauntless as his nickname may suggest, Maize can actually appear to be quite the opposite; in the warmth of his home and the halls of his kingdom, he is a loving husband and father to his wife and children, and a frequent jester to those who call him friend. He does have a casual swagger to his tone through the accomplishments that he has claimed, although he himself does not wish to reminisce of those times, showing a stout opposition to killing without a worthy purpose.

While Maize does enjoy fighting of all sorts, he judges the strength of the individual through their own morals and their actions beyond fighting. Like most knights, he holds himself to the code of chivalry, and respects honor and loyalty out of others. He will only use violence if it is to combat violence, not wishing to spill unnecessary blood over any matter. The knight has a habit for attempting to instill these principles and lessons on others, showing an immense care for younger children.


[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y

Life was not all that difficult for Maize Bensen and his family; despite the inclement weather conditions, his father, Mael Bensen, was able to cover the expenses of their livelihood through his mercenary work, possessing many ties to the crown in Blackwater, Anarcas. He was the younger twin to Hassan Bensen, which would later lead to many feuds over who was superior over the other in whatever regard.

By the time the twin brothers were strong enough to hold a blade in their hands, Mael intended on grooming his sons to serve in the Anarcasi Army, putting them through questionably intense training throughout the tundras of Anarcas. They would accompany their father on their first mercenary work at the age of fourteen, and later that year, they were sent into the recruitment drive for the military.

Despite all of his father's emphasis on fighting as a career, Maize himself was not keen on the profession as a killer, and went through the process with many reservations. While he decided to go into the servitude as a squire towards knighthood, his brother would drift from his life momentarily after their separation. Wishing to uphold the law instead of committing what he considered to be barbaric, he sought to hone his swordsmanship ahead, becoming quite the skilled fighter and duelist by the time he turned nineteen years of age.

Watching the fever rise to a pitch between the warring kingdoms concerned Maize greatly, who had been known as a vocal conscientious objector to the war. He would later recount this conflict as 'nothing but a cesspool of selfish murder, the lives of countless people lost over some man's lust.' He holds a grudge towards all of the involved parties to the present day, including his own King Erigan.

As a protector to the realm of Anarcas, Maize was called upon to fight against the Estalans, though their efforts were crushed under the mystical might of the Archsage. While his liege lord fell in the melee that ensued at their castle's gates, he was but the sole survivor of this battle, forced to surrender his service to Anarcas. Within the palace, he would also be among the few to bear witness to the burning of Theodorus and Jaedal.

As shell-shocked and disturbed as he could be, the conflict would only take a greater toll on Maize as he attempted to search for his family, only to find that his mother and younger brother were missing, and his twin brother, Hassan, had slain their father, who had intended on surrendering to the Estalans. This caused the young man to cut down his twin brother, only to bask at his own hands; the hands of a kinslayer. With his dying breath, Hassan Bensen revealed that their mother intended to return to her tribe in Ibion.

While Maize was forced under the servitude of Estala for the remainder of his years to come, he would lighten to the once-hostile kingdom over the times of reparation, though he would remain a squire until his mission to Ibion in search of his mother. The journey would turn for the worst as they were ambushed by a raiding party of tribesman, crippling Sir Lunis, the knight that he was serving under.

In their captivity, Maize was thrown into an arena of sorts, forced into a pit fighting routine for others' entertainment at the expense of his and Sir Lunis' own survival. By the grace of the goddess, the swordfighter survived through the countless rounds of duels to the death, which would grant him his freedom. They rode back to the Estalan capital where Sir Lunis preached to the council of the young man's actions, his speech spawning the nickname, The Dauntless.

In addition, Maize was anointed as a knight of Estala at the age of twenty-three, becoming one of the youngest to ever be knighted in Estalan history. Since then, he has served the crown well, and has been appointed as the guide to Crown Prince Eli Estali in their mission to Rozel.


[ ❇ ] F A M I L Y

Wife: Miranda Bensen (nee Leylal) β€” Alive

Son (Older): Maize Bensen II β€” Alive

Daughter (Younger): Amaranta Bensen - Alive

Father: Mael Bensen β€” Deceased

Mother: Su'lon β€” Unknown

Brother (Older Twin): Hassan Bensen β€” Deceased

Brother (Younger): Mendes Bensen β€” Unknown


[ ❇ ] I N V E N T O R Y

Iron Blade, Hand Axe, Elixir


[ ❇ ] O T H E R

His nickname is a not-so-safeguarded secret, and on occasion, he is formally addressed in futility as The Dauntless Sir Maize. Loves to eat corn, and dislikes storms.


R E N V A L L P R O T E G O / / S E V E N T E E N




"It's not like I ever had a choice, anyway."


[ ❇ ] O R I G I N

Race: Beorc

Birthplace: The Islandβ€”Kingdom of Rozel


[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N

Class: Squire (Sword) ⇨ Gallant (Sword)

Squire β€” Young aspirants clung to the fleeting dream of knighthood, they are fierce swordfighters on-and-off horseback, and incur zero penalties to their fighting ability when dismounted. When mounted, they are affected by anti-armor and anti-cavalry weapons. When dismounted, they are affected by anti-armor weapons. A variation between the Sword Knight and Mercenary classes.

Gallant β€” Decorated knights with courage in heart and steel in hand, they are champions to none but the steed they ride, their ascension an echoing fable. When mounted, they are affected by anti-armor and anti-cavalry weapons. When dismounted, they are affected by anti-armor weapons. A variation between the Sword Paladin and Hero classes, lacking the ability to wield axes.


Height: 5'9

Weight: 170lbs

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Morning blue

Complexion: Fair

Body Composition: Lean


[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y

Sharp-tongued and quick-witted, Renvall is more an outsider to the grandeur that is the upper echelons of society, cynical and disillusioned with his path and the world around it. The young boy stands against the principles of tradition, loosely abiding the tenets of chivalry through his own core of beliefs as a human being. His choice of reticence, at times, may cause him to distance himself from others, where he would rather muse among his own thoughts. He is known to dislike optimism, preferring to view things from a realistic standpoint rather than cling to hope.

Where he does not pose a problem in socializing, Renvall is prone to speaking without a filter when his beliefs are thrown into the equation, preferring to be the approached when it comes to ordinary conversations. When it comes to women, he feels more open to speaking with them, where his playful side can be heard. That being said, he adheres to the common association in holding immense contempt for the Laguz, viewing them as sub-human savages and tying into his stubborn nature. While the boy may come off as impolite and disrespectful at times, his quiet demeanor speaks more of his deepest emotions; when his name is called, his heart will show.


[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y

Renvall Protego had very faint memories of his earliest childhood moments. His father, only known to him from his mother by the name of Percival, was a Rozelian Islander, bound through an illicit union that led to his parents' mutual separation. Camellia Protego, a knight-in-service to the Island-Kingdom of Rozel, was his mother. He was granted her family name, as opposed to his father's.

Unaware of his elevation in the status quo due to his mother's title, Ren was always looked upon in a peculiar manner, the child's choice of friends being that of the common folk outside of the palace. The court officials often criticized his lack of interest in 'noble manners' and the like, leading his mother to regularly scold the child into 'proper mannerisms'.

There came a time where the court marshals regarded Renvall's disregard for debonair behavior to be dishonorable, leading to his mother's dismissal from her service to Rozel. While Camellia did not blame the eight-year old for his wish of a simpler life, she viewed his refusal to listen as a failure, and would continue to place pressure upon the boy.

Being a known name around the continent of Aralea had its advantages, and Camellia Protego soon found herself sworn into the service of Estala. Even as Ren was thrust back into the life of the upper class in addition to a newfound responsibility as an older brother, he continually mingled with the commoners throughout his years, whether they were his everyday source of mischief or his solace from an inescapable life.

Ren continued his tutelage as a page to the Estalan family, albeit with disdain. One morning, within the company of his mother and half-brother, Walden, in the busy marketplace, a thief attacked Walden to the surprise of the crowd around them. When the thief revealed itself to be a Laguz of the Tiger Tribe and the bystanders refused to arm themselves in retaliation, the twelve-year old drew his mother's sword from her own scabbard instead.

With little expertise in swordsmanship, Ren could only direct the attention of the beast towards himself, the Laguz delivering a scarring wound before retreating. While this moment would spur the Estalan court to grant him a squireship, he felt that this would only set him further down a path that he never chose to walk, and for the years to come, this remained to be true.


[ ❇ ] F A M I L Y

Father: Percival β€” Unknown

Mother: Camellia Protego β€” Alive

Half-Brother (Younger): Walden Protego β€” Alive


[ ❇ ] I N V E N T O R Y

Steel Sword, Vulnerary


[ ❇ ] O T H E R

Goes by "Ren" for short. The name of his horse is Snowball. Growing up among the islands, Ren has a knack for fishing and enjoys being at sea, and dislikes extremely hot weather. He has a notable scar running down the right breast in the form of a tiger's claw.
We have some really old characters; keep in mind that this isn't necessarily a medieval fantasy roleplay; this is Fire Emblem. That being said, we forgot to include an age limitation within the rules, so there's that issue on our hands. For the characters well into their twenties, I would adjust their ages to a range between 14 - 24 years old, and revise character sheets accordingly to those changes. Sorry for the miscommunication.

Ambra also forgot some important details in the class list, but they've been added for the most part. It shows which classes are Armored, which classes are Horseback, and which classes are Flying. Reason this is necessary to know is because there are specific "class-killing" weapons that exist, example being the Zanbato destroying Horseback classes and another being Armorslayers destroying Armored classes.

Some classes fit into multiple categories, but here they are listed:

Armored: Halberdier, Lieutenant, General, Great Knight, Wyvern Lord

Horseback: Ranger, Great Knight, Nomad, Nomadic Trooper, Sword Knight/Paladin, Axe Knight/Paladin, Lance Knight/Paladin, Bow Knight/Paladin, Troubadour, Valkyrie

Flying: Pegasus Knight, Falcon Knight, Wyvern Rider, Wyvern Lord, Griffon Rider

With Horseback and Flying classes specifically trained / in-training for combat on their designated mount, they are realistically worse at combat when they are forced off of their mounts for certain events / battles.

It doesn't mean they're only capable when on their mounts, but for example, a Sword Knight/Paladin should never be on par with a Myrmidon/Swordmaster when off of their mount, but rather, must be mounted in order to hold their own. Since the roleplay isn't running stats and whatnot, this will be purely be a mechanic solely relying on the writer of the character, so keep it realistic in that regard.


Whether it was the sweat drawn from the long hours in the burning sun or the chuckles of companionship underneath the moonlight, Reese kept all of those dear moments close to his heart, treasuring each and every experience that their training exposed to the young core. Through those trials and tribulations, the boy had unknowingly began to chip out of the coarse edges to his youth, but as the collective began to gather in full force and a bonfire was growing, he could almost see the light of calmness brush over the eyes of the entire division, even including himself.

Even with their training only six months into its course of three years, those days of bringing food to his friends and eating dinner at the table with Gabriel and Olivia had seemed like such a far off memory. Reese figured that these emotions of the past would only resonate stronger with time, though he still thought that it was silly for him to begin tearing up at those thoughts. It would pain himself tenfold if their wings were clipped before they were given the chance to fly. Most of them may have been training for the battle against the titans, but he was training for the strength to carry the burden of his friends to the next day.

It did bring discomfort to the boy when he thought of those that he was not particularly close to. While Reese was one to consider himself a friend to everyone, he was certain that there would be differing views. To be fair, Gabriel had been similar in those regards; the two had not known one another on that day in Shiganshina, but here they were, recovering from a dangerous operation. There were those whose shell remained closed off from his association, but he hoped that it would change in two years' time.

Wiping his cold-stung face of those few tears, Reese could not help but think of his uncle. Perhaps, it had been this very moment, among the others that would surely come, that his uncle had meant with his words.
"Miss you," the boy clutched his winter coat tightly, nodding in short respects.

Reese spent the next several moments helping the veteran soldiers transfer several things to the outside, rolling a number of logs and setting them around the bonfire for those who wished to seat themselves. With his legs aching from the hike, he carefully sat down against one of the logs, looking around to spot almost all of the others except for Lauren.


"Hey, Mora," Reese had eyed the cauldron of mysterious contents curiously as he had been handed a tankard of said contents, hesitant on taking a sip. Besides that, he was concerned over the others missing out on their gathering, although he could understand their choice of isolation, given that they had been hiking uphill for a number of hours. "You were with the other group, right? Are Lauren and the others resting up?"

Reese nearly fell over and spilled his drink as Olivia settled next to him, a quick gasp of fright halted upon seeing who it was. "I could do without the scares, thank you," he sighed, looking into the fire.
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