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Daggum, people. I'm gone for three days and you all write half a novel apiece. XD
For my part, I'm just struggling to try and keep up with I-don't-even-know-how-many people trying to tell different stories.
And, admittedly, my first thought was also Zayn x Ruby.
And, admittedly, my first thought was also Zayn x Ruby.
King Neferon of Plegia sat upon his throne, looking down at the large map on the table in front of him. He was a large man, both tall and muscular, with neatly trimmed black hair and an equally well-trimmed full beard. His clothing was dark, but elegant, and there wasn't a blemish on his face. All in all, he struck Zayn as someone entirely too concerned with appearances. But, he did have his uses; and according to the little meat sack called Verin, Neferon was meant to rule as Grimleal's King, so Zayn showed him proper respect. He didn't believe a word of the so-called prophet's "divine whispering", but it wouldn't do to voice an unpopular opinion. Not yet, anyway.
Currently, the various leaders of Grimleal's forces were meeting with the King to discuss current events that rerquired acting upon. Most of it was simple: bandits here, a rogue agent there, and a great many minor issues that amounted to little more than individual struggles for more pull with Grima. Zayn hated dealing with these humans; even in support of Grima, they were nothing but a bunch of insects. One issue, however, slowly brought itself to a head, and it was then that Zayn finally paid attention:
How to deal with the Sacred Blades.
"I still say they are no threat to us," said one officer. "The group is little more than a glorified bandit-hunting party. They are no threat to us."
"That's what our predecessors said about Chrom," countered a heavily-armored general, "and look what happened to them. Grima was in their midst, and they lost him. We would be fools to ignore them."
"What are you proposing?" asked a third man.
"We should deal with these pests now, while they are still small and fragile," answered the general. "Our spy reports that they are weak and tired from battle. Now would be the perfect time to strike."
"They are in Ylisstol," said Zayn, finally speaking up. "Our greatest advantage so far is that no one knows we exist. Striking now would mean not only giving up our element of surprise, it would mean war with Ylisstol, and look how that ended last time."
"I agree," spoke another general. "So long as we are unknown, we are free to move about as we like. They still believe that Plegia is, for the most part, a new and friendlier nation."
"Precisely," answered Zayn. "Small, minuscule rumors of our continued existence have been popping up here and there, but without any evidence, such rumors are written off as paranoia and conspiracy theory. If we were to attack, however, those rumors would be confirmed as truth, and news would spread like wildfire across Ylisse, Ferox, and Valm. We are not prepared to deal with a war on three fronts. Not even close."
"So what do you propose we do?" demanded the first general. "Sit about and sip tea while the Sacred Blades become stronger?"
"Not at all," said Zayn. "In fact, I agree with your plan. Let's attack them." That comment received a resounding outburst of angry shouting and confused questions. Zayn quietly waited for all of them to cease.
"Silence!" The entire room went as quiet as a tomb; it was the King who had spoken. Neferon stared at Zayn. "Commander Zayn, you have proven yourself a worthy tactician and a valuable asset to Plegia. Therefore, while I do agree that secrecy is our most valuable asset, I shall hear what you have to say. But be warned; to waste my time would be most unwise indeed."
"I assure the King that I know precisely of what I speak," Zayn assured him. He stood and bowed slightly, then began. "The Sacred Blades are currently located in Ylisstol, capital of the nation. This means that they view themselves as being safe from real harm. As well they should; no fool would dare attack Ylisstol without provocation, and neither should we. However, we have multiple sleeper agents within Ylisstol living as normal, everyday citizens. My proposal is to use those sleeper agents in a small attack focused directly on the Blades."
"I know the Sacred Blades are not that powerful yet, but would our agents really be enough to defeat them?" asked an officer. "Those agents were placed for infiltration and sabotage, not actual field combat."
"I'm aware," Zayn assured him. "But I don't expect them to succeed. I expect them to die." That got everyone's attention. Several started to protest, but Zayn held up a hand to restrain them. "They will die, certainly, but there will be reasons behind it. First, they do not know of our spy, and will attack him just the same as any other member of the Blades. For his part, we will not tell him about the attack, either. He will fight fully believing that his life is at risk, as will the other members of the Blades. To see him fight alongside them will strengthen their trust in him, and make it that much easier for him to move when the time is right. This will not pay off now, but in the future, it will be invaluable.
The second reason is an act of misdirection. Our agents would not be attacking under Grimleal's colors. We shall send some of them weapons made exclusively in Valm. When they attack, they will use these weapons, and the Sacred Blades will eventually discover their place of origin. They will turn to Valm, and they will spend their time exclusively examining Valm. Ylisse and Valm are still on strenuous relations after Walhart's attempted conquest; the idea that Valm would attack Ylisse's vaunted 'heroes' is not entirely preposterous. They will become so focused on searching Valm that they won't notice when our dagger is at their backs... until it slits their throats."
The room was silent, the various generals considering Zayn's plan. The King, especially, seemed interested in this plan.
"You recognize, of course, that this is entirely your plan, and if it goes awry, the consequences are yours and yours alone," the King cautioned him.
"I assure you," Zayn answered, "I am fully confident in this plan."
The King nodded. "Then let it be so. Flagrious, see to it that our agents are supplied with Valm-exclusive weaponry. Van, send the signal to eighteen of our Ylisstol sleeper agents that they are to attack in two days' time, acting as extremists fighting in Walhart's name. That should convince the Blades that they are Valm's emissaries."
Zayn sat back down, satisfied. Now all that was left was to wait and see how the Blades responded.
Currently, the various leaders of Grimleal's forces were meeting with the King to discuss current events that rerquired acting upon. Most of it was simple: bandits here, a rogue agent there, and a great many minor issues that amounted to little more than individual struggles for more pull with Grima. Zayn hated dealing with these humans; even in support of Grima, they were nothing but a bunch of insects. One issue, however, slowly brought itself to a head, and it was then that Zayn finally paid attention:
How to deal with the Sacred Blades.
"I still say they are no threat to us," said one officer. "The group is little more than a glorified bandit-hunting party. They are no threat to us."
"That's what our predecessors said about Chrom," countered a heavily-armored general, "and look what happened to them. Grima was in their midst, and they lost him. We would be fools to ignore them."
"What are you proposing?" asked a third man.
"We should deal with these pests now, while they are still small and fragile," answered the general. "Our spy reports that they are weak and tired from battle. Now would be the perfect time to strike."
"They are in Ylisstol," said Zayn, finally speaking up. "Our greatest advantage so far is that no one knows we exist. Striking now would mean not only giving up our element of surprise, it would mean war with Ylisstol, and look how that ended last time."
"I agree," spoke another general. "So long as we are unknown, we are free to move about as we like. They still believe that Plegia is, for the most part, a new and friendlier nation."
"Precisely," answered Zayn. "Small, minuscule rumors of our continued existence have been popping up here and there, but without any evidence, such rumors are written off as paranoia and conspiracy theory. If we were to attack, however, those rumors would be confirmed as truth, and news would spread like wildfire across Ylisse, Ferox, and Valm. We are not prepared to deal with a war on three fronts. Not even close."
"So what do you propose we do?" demanded the first general. "Sit about and sip tea while the Sacred Blades become stronger?"
"Not at all," said Zayn. "In fact, I agree with your plan. Let's attack them." That comment received a resounding outburst of angry shouting and confused questions. Zayn quietly waited for all of them to cease.
"Silence!" The entire room went as quiet as a tomb; it was the King who had spoken. Neferon stared at Zayn. "Commander Zayn, you have proven yourself a worthy tactician and a valuable asset to Plegia. Therefore, while I do agree that secrecy is our most valuable asset, I shall hear what you have to say. But be warned; to waste my time would be most unwise indeed."
"I assure the King that I know precisely of what I speak," Zayn assured him. He stood and bowed slightly, then began. "The Sacred Blades are currently located in Ylisstol, capital of the nation. This means that they view themselves as being safe from real harm. As well they should; no fool would dare attack Ylisstol without provocation, and neither should we. However, we have multiple sleeper agents within Ylisstol living as normal, everyday citizens. My proposal is to use those sleeper agents in a small attack focused directly on the Blades."
"I know the Sacred Blades are not that powerful yet, but would our agents really be enough to defeat them?" asked an officer. "Those agents were placed for infiltration and sabotage, not actual field combat."
"I'm aware," Zayn assured him. "But I don't expect them to succeed. I expect them to die." That got everyone's attention. Several started to protest, but Zayn held up a hand to restrain them. "They will die, certainly, but there will be reasons behind it. First, they do not know of our spy, and will attack him just the same as any other member of the Blades. For his part, we will not tell him about the attack, either. He will fight fully believing that his life is at risk, as will the other members of the Blades. To see him fight alongside them will strengthen their trust in him, and make it that much easier for him to move when the time is right. This will not pay off now, but in the future, it will be invaluable.
The second reason is an act of misdirection. Our agents would not be attacking under Grimleal's colors. We shall send some of them weapons made exclusively in Valm. When they attack, they will use these weapons, and the Sacred Blades will eventually discover their place of origin. They will turn to Valm, and they will spend their time exclusively examining Valm. Ylisse and Valm are still on strenuous relations after Walhart's attempted conquest; the idea that Valm would attack Ylisse's vaunted 'heroes' is not entirely preposterous. They will become so focused on searching Valm that they won't notice when our dagger is at their backs... until it slits their throats."
The room was silent, the various generals considering Zayn's plan. The King, especially, seemed interested in this plan.
"You recognize, of course, that this is entirely your plan, and if it goes awry, the consequences are yours and yours alone," the King cautioned him.
"I assure you," Zayn answered, "I am fully confident in this plan."
The King nodded. "Then let it be so. Flagrious, see to it that our agents are supplied with Valm-exclusive weaponry. Van, send the signal to eighteen of our Ylisstol sleeper agents that they are to attack in two days' time, acting as extremists fighting in Walhart's name. That should convince the Blades that they are Valm's emissaries."
Zayn sat back down, satisfied. Now all that was left was to wait and see how the Blades responded.
Experiment 3, subject 2, day 7.
A Manakete's primary strength, as most know, comes from their connection to the Dragonstone, an odd but mystic item that, much like the Taguel's Beaststone, can release a Manakete's sealed power and return them to their draconic form. I have therefore chosen to focus the efforts of my experiments on manipulating that connection. If I am able to influence the connection, it could be possible to influence the Manaketes themselves.
To that end, I have, through various means, acquired five test subjects of varying age and strength (all of whom are being held separately and away from their Dragonstones) and am currently holding them in the manor. This experiment has become a very difficult one, as the difficulty in acquiring even one Manakete in today's times requires that I not kill any of my test subjects. I have plenty of soldiers under my command to aid me in this, but I am only able to draw upon a certain amount without arousing suspicion. It has been a slow, painstaking process to attempt to force my will upon them without unintentionally killing them, but at least a few positive results have been made because of it. Their resistance has begun to falter. if nothing else, when I attempt to give them commands. Unfortunately, they seem to be obeying me not because I can control them, but because they fear being tortured any further. Still, even this can be considered progress; if I am able to break their will, usurping it entirely should become that much simpler a task.
--Commander Zayn, Grimleal First Division Commander
Zayn allowed the ink a moment to dry, then closed his research log. His experiments were secret to all but a few; even the King was unaware of what he was up to, and of the few that knew of the experiments, only he knew of their true purpose. Naturally, it was "all for the sake of Grima", which had granted him all the excuses he needed. Unfortunately, his position demanded other responsibilities as well. Specifically, as Grimleal's lead Tactician, it was his job to lead and prepare their forces to handle any situation that might threaten their goals. And currently, one such threat was heading to the capital of Ylisse: the Sacred Blades.
The Sacred Blades. Zayn frowned bitterly at the thought of them. They called themselves "defenders of the innocent", but when his parents had been murdered, where had those so-called defenders been? Still, the Grimleal did not take the group lightly: they had made that same mistake with the Shepherds in ages past, and those mistakes would not be repeated again. It didn't matter to Zayn, though; once Grima was revived, they would all suffer the same fate eventually. In the meantime, he enjoyed the chance to test his tactical abilities. Hopefully the Blades would provide a good challenge.
A Manakete's primary strength, as most know, comes from their connection to the Dragonstone, an odd but mystic item that, much like the Taguel's Beaststone, can release a Manakete's sealed power and return them to their draconic form. I have therefore chosen to focus the efforts of my experiments on manipulating that connection. If I am able to influence the connection, it could be possible to influence the Manaketes themselves.
To that end, I have, through various means, acquired five test subjects of varying age and strength (all of whom are being held separately and away from their Dragonstones) and am currently holding them in the manor. This experiment has become a very difficult one, as the difficulty in acquiring even one Manakete in today's times requires that I not kill any of my test subjects. I have plenty of soldiers under my command to aid me in this, but I am only able to draw upon a certain amount without arousing suspicion. It has been a slow, painstaking process to attempt to force my will upon them without unintentionally killing them, but at least a few positive results have been made because of it. Their resistance has begun to falter. if nothing else, when I attempt to give them commands. Unfortunately, they seem to be obeying me not because I can control them, but because they fear being tortured any further. Still, even this can be considered progress; if I am able to break their will, usurping it entirely should become that much simpler a task.
--Commander Zayn, Grimleal First Division Commander
Zayn allowed the ink a moment to dry, then closed his research log. His experiments were secret to all but a few; even the King was unaware of what he was up to, and of the few that knew of the experiments, only he knew of their true purpose. Naturally, it was "all for the sake of Grima", which had granted him all the excuses he needed. Unfortunately, his position demanded other responsibilities as well. Specifically, as Grimleal's lead Tactician, it was his job to lead and prepare their forces to handle any situation that might threaten their goals. And currently, one such threat was heading to the capital of Ylisse: the Sacred Blades.
The Sacred Blades. Zayn frowned bitterly at the thought of them. They called themselves "defenders of the innocent", but when his parents had been murdered, where had those so-called defenders been? Still, the Grimleal did not take the group lightly: they had made that same mistake with the Shepherds in ages past, and those mistakes would not be repeated again. It didn't matter to Zayn, though; once Grima was revived, they would all suffer the same fate eventually. In the meantime, he enjoyed the chance to test his tactical abilities. Hopefully the Blades would provide a good challenge.
Hikari Suzumaki stood among a few dozen people about her age, all nervously glancing around and trying to peek outside towards the selection chair. Hiraki, for her part, was simply trying to remain on her feet; she was excited about finally starting here at Kobayashi, but she hadn't known she'd have to sit in front of the whole school. She was so nervous she could barely move, and as the line slowly started moving forward, it sometimes took a small push from Mori-sensei to get her to keep up. The teacher didn't seem to mind, though. In fact, she almost looked like she'd been expecting it. I guess she's used to freshmen being nervous, Hikari thought to herself. As the process continued, she tried to calm down by thinking back her original excitement and how she first learned of Kobayashi's School for the Gifted.
Hikari had lived most of her younger years in a private academy, though certainly not one built for magic. Her father was the CEO of a major electric company, so her family had always been quite wealthy. Even so, she never really enjoyed the extravagant lifestyle her parents tried to lead, and often found herself retreating out into the nearby woods for some privacy. She enjoyed the simple life she felt out in the woods, and always dreamed of having a small house in a field one day. School life wasn't enjoyable, either. Hikari was always a shy and sensitive person, and was often the butt of many jokes because of it. She was easy to pick on, so she was picked on often. She told her parents about it, but they always simply told her how lucky she was to be able to attend such a prestigious school, what it would do for her in the future, and so on. She grew up very lonely.
At the age of 12, she first encountered her magic abilities. She was being picked on again by a group of mean students, who were surrounding her. They were laughing at her and pulling her hair, and she closed her eyes and wished she could just disappear. Suddenly, she did just that: when she opened her eyes again, she was suddenly back in the woods she always visited. She stayed there until school would have been over, and then went home. The very next day, her letter from Kobayashi was in the mailbox. Her parents told her to throw the letter away, and that she would be forced to continue her education at her old academy, but for the first time in her life, Hikari refused. She was completely enamored by the idea: a school for magic! And they wanted her! She could do magic! It all seemed so exciting to her. But still her parents refused, demanding that she throw away the letter and forget the idea at all. Finally, after their continued demanding and threats of punishment, Hikari did the only thing she could.
She ran.
Clutching her letter as tight as she could, she ran as fast and as far as her legs would carry her. When she finally stopped, her parents were nowhere to be found. It broke her heart to run away from them like this, but for the first time in her life, she had something that made her feel special. She would never give it up, no matter what her parents thought of it. Fortunately, she still had a lot of allowance money saved up, so after spending the night at a friend's house (she did have some friends, thankfully), she went shopping for all the items her school letter listed for her: her wand (it was smaller than most, but she thought it looked cute), a few school supplies, and a few new outfits. She really enjoyed shopping for clothes: normally, she could only wear what her parents bought for her, so choosing her own outfits was a whole new experience. Finally, the first day of school was upon her, and she was so excited to start!
...Well, she had been, but now she was as nervous as she could be. Still, thinking about the possibilities and the fun she might have helped to calm her nerves, if only somewhat. At long last, it was her turn to make her way up to the selection chair. She saw the snake slithering around it, and it looked at her as she sat down. She wasn't afraid of snakes; she'd met a lot of them during her trips to the woods, and eventually, they had just stopped being scary for her. The snake rested its head on top of hers, and she felt a very strange presence filling her head. The snake sat there for a moment longer, then turned from silver to red and grey, the colors for Dragonhart. The Dragonhart table erupted into applause, and a young man stood up and came to get her.
"I'm Akira Takashita," he said. "Welcome to Dragonhart." Hikari smiled and took her place at the table, receiving several greetings and congratulations. She smiled timidly; even on day one, she felt like this was going to be a good school indeed.
Hikari had lived most of her younger years in a private academy, though certainly not one built for magic. Her father was the CEO of a major electric company, so her family had always been quite wealthy. Even so, she never really enjoyed the extravagant lifestyle her parents tried to lead, and often found herself retreating out into the nearby woods for some privacy. She enjoyed the simple life she felt out in the woods, and always dreamed of having a small house in a field one day. School life wasn't enjoyable, either. Hikari was always a shy and sensitive person, and was often the butt of many jokes because of it. She was easy to pick on, so she was picked on often. She told her parents about it, but they always simply told her how lucky she was to be able to attend such a prestigious school, what it would do for her in the future, and so on. She grew up very lonely.
At the age of 12, she first encountered her magic abilities. She was being picked on again by a group of mean students, who were surrounding her. They were laughing at her and pulling her hair, and she closed her eyes and wished she could just disappear. Suddenly, she did just that: when she opened her eyes again, she was suddenly back in the woods she always visited. She stayed there until school would have been over, and then went home. The very next day, her letter from Kobayashi was in the mailbox. Her parents told her to throw the letter away, and that she would be forced to continue her education at her old academy, but for the first time in her life, Hikari refused. She was completely enamored by the idea: a school for magic! And they wanted her! She could do magic! It all seemed so exciting to her. But still her parents refused, demanding that she throw away the letter and forget the idea at all. Finally, after their continued demanding and threats of punishment, Hikari did the only thing she could.
She ran.
Clutching her letter as tight as she could, she ran as fast and as far as her legs would carry her. When she finally stopped, her parents were nowhere to be found. It broke her heart to run away from them like this, but for the first time in her life, she had something that made her feel special. She would never give it up, no matter what her parents thought of it. Fortunately, she still had a lot of allowance money saved up, so after spending the night at a friend's house (she did have some friends, thankfully), she went shopping for all the items her school letter listed for her: her wand (it was smaller than most, but she thought it looked cute), a few school supplies, and a few new outfits. She really enjoyed shopping for clothes: normally, she could only wear what her parents bought for her, so choosing her own outfits was a whole new experience. Finally, the first day of school was upon her, and she was so excited to start!
...Well, she had been, but now she was as nervous as she could be. Still, thinking about the possibilities and the fun she might have helped to calm her nerves, if only somewhat. At long last, it was her turn to make her way up to the selection chair. She saw the snake slithering around it, and it looked at her as she sat down. She wasn't afraid of snakes; she'd met a lot of them during her trips to the woods, and eventually, they had just stopped being scary for her. The snake rested its head on top of hers, and she felt a very strange presence filling her head. The snake sat there for a moment longer, then turned from silver to red and grey, the colors for Dragonhart. The Dragonhart table erupted into applause, and a young man stood up and came to get her.
"I'm Akira Takashita," he said. "Welcome to Dragonhart." Hikari smiled and took her place at the table, receiving several greetings and congratulations. She smiled timidly; even on day one, she felt like this was going to be a good school indeed.
Glad I won't have to fight everyone else on my own.
Username: Stranger
Name: Zayn
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Birthday/Zodiac: December 27, Capricorn
Allegiance: Grimleal
Class: Tactician -> Grandmaster
Clothing: Stylish and imposing.
Weapons: Steel Sword, Elthunder, Arcfire
Appearance: Here.
Personality: Zayn is the kind of person who knows what he wants and has no patience for anyone who stands in his way. Years of abuse have made him cold and cruel, and he will happily execute a disobedient subordinate just as soon as he would an enemy. He is very studious and dedicated, both to his craft and to Grima. While he does indeed serve as Tactician of the Grimleal, he despises evil and works to extinguish it. Ultimately, he desires more power above all other things, and will willingly sacrifice whatever he has to in order to achieve it.
History: Zayn was born and raised in Ylisse. Born the son of a baker and a soldier, he learned discipline, patience, and strategy from a very young age. His parents raised him to be kind to others, noble in attitude, and caring to all around him, and for a time, that's just what he was. However, that soon changed when, just three days after his ninth birthday, his parents were both killed in a bandit raid. He eluded the bandits by hiding in a sack of flour, which was taken by the bandits back to their camp. He remained hidden until nightfall, tears streaming from his eyes at the death of his parents. Slowly, his grief was transformed into anger, and anger into hatred. These bandits had taken everything from him: his parents were dead, his home was burned to the ground, and he was now lost out here with these murderers. By the time the last bandit fell asleep, drunk off the wine they had pillaged, and Zayn emerged from his hiding place, the only emotion he had left to feel was cold, unbridled hatred. He crept through the camp, stole a dagger from the bandits, and slit the throats of each and every one of them. After gathering a few more supplies, he made his way back home. The events of that night would haunt his nightmares for many years to come.
Still grieved by what had happened, Zayn sought solace in the Temple of Naga, studying the teachings and history of Naga and her champions. One day, he witnessed a very greedy and corrupt priest selling "blessings" and "holy relics" to the weak and the desperate who came to him. At the sight of this, Zayn's hatred suddenly surged within him, and before he knew what he was doing, he had stabbed the priest through the heart. As the alarm was raised, he fled with all his might. Upon finally reaching the forests, he stopped to consider what had happened. He had just killed a corrupt priest, yet somehow, he felt strangely... good about it. He felt that, horrible as the act had been, the removal of this man's presence would help to cleanse the temple of corruption, and by that measure, the whole world. Zayn soon began to consider that, throughout the world, people just like him were being abused, victimized, and taken advantage of, and that was just not fair. He wanted to do something about that, something that would cleanse all the world's impurities and create a shining utopia. And he knew just how to do it. He had learned of Grima and his overwhelming power during his studies at the Temple. If he could harness that kind of power, he could wipe all corruption from the face of the planet. So resolved, he snuck aboard a boat and set out for Plegia.
Now, 13 years later, he has committed many atrocities in the name of Grima. Slowly, over time, his misguided sense of justice has become as twisted and corrupt as he is. He now believes that all humans are evil, and that only by cleansing the entire world of them can he finally create a perfect utopia. He has quickly risen through the ranks of the Grimleal, and now stands within view of the highest seat of power: the King of Plegia. Slowly but surely, he is setting into motion a plan to usurp the throne for himself, and bring Grima back into the world.
Ability: Skilled in swordplay and magic, but focuses more on the sword.
Quirk: Despite trying to eradicate all of humanity, Zayn is actually a great baker.
Strengths: Master manipulator, clever tactician, is famous for being prepared.
Weaknesses: Distrusts everyone, is mentally unstable, prone to violence.
Likes: Power, authority, skilled swordsmanship, lavender, tea, winter, night, the moon.
Dislikes: Weakness, kissing up, humanity, the Grimleal (none of them know of his true intentions)
Other: "Humans are so wretched."
Name: Zayn
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Birthday/Zodiac: December 27, Capricorn
Allegiance: Grimleal
Class: Tactician -> Grandmaster
Clothing: Stylish and imposing.
Weapons: Steel Sword, Elthunder, Arcfire
Appearance: Here.
Personality: Zayn is the kind of person who knows what he wants and has no patience for anyone who stands in his way. Years of abuse have made him cold and cruel, and he will happily execute a disobedient subordinate just as soon as he would an enemy. He is very studious and dedicated, both to his craft and to Grima. While he does indeed serve as Tactician of the Grimleal, he despises evil and works to extinguish it. Ultimately, he desires more power above all other things, and will willingly sacrifice whatever he has to in order to achieve it.
History: Zayn was born and raised in Ylisse. Born the son of a baker and a soldier, he learned discipline, patience, and strategy from a very young age. His parents raised him to be kind to others, noble in attitude, and caring to all around him, and for a time, that's just what he was. However, that soon changed when, just three days after his ninth birthday, his parents were both killed in a bandit raid. He eluded the bandits by hiding in a sack of flour, which was taken by the bandits back to their camp. He remained hidden until nightfall, tears streaming from his eyes at the death of his parents. Slowly, his grief was transformed into anger, and anger into hatred. These bandits had taken everything from him: his parents were dead, his home was burned to the ground, and he was now lost out here with these murderers. By the time the last bandit fell asleep, drunk off the wine they had pillaged, and Zayn emerged from his hiding place, the only emotion he had left to feel was cold, unbridled hatred. He crept through the camp, stole a dagger from the bandits, and slit the throats of each and every one of them. After gathering a few more supplies, he made his way back home. The events of that night would haunt his nightmares for many years to come.
Still grieved by what had happened, Zayn sought solace in the Temple of Naga, studying the teachings and history of Naga and her champions. One day, he witnessed a very greedy and corrupt priest selling "blessings" and "holy relics" to the weak and the desperate who came to him. At the sight of this, Zayn's hatred suddenly surged within him, and before he knew what he was doing, he had stabbed the priest through the heart. As the alarm was raised, he fled with all his might. Upon finally reaching the forests, he stopped to consider what had happened. He had just killed a corrupt priest, yet somehow, he felt strangely... good about it. He felt that, horrible as the act had been, the removal of this man's presence would help to cleanse the temple of corruption, and by that measure, the whole world. Zayn soon began to consider that, throughout the world, people just like him were being abused, victimized, and taken advantage of, and that was just not fair. He wanted to do something about that, something that would cleanse all the world's impurities and create a shining utopia. And he knew just how to do it. He had learned of Grima and his overwhelming power during his studies at the Temple. If he could harness that kind of power, he could wipe all corruption from the face of the planet. So resolved, he snuck aboard a boat and set out for Plegia.
Now, 13 years later, he has committed many atrocities in the name of Grima. Slowly, over time, his misguided sense of justice has become as twisted and corrupt as he is. He now believes that all humans are evil, and that only by cleansing the entire world of them can he finally create a perfect utopia. He has quickly risen through the ranks of the Grimleal, and now stands within view of the highest seat of power: the King of Plegia. Slowly but surely, he is setting into motion a plan to usurp the throne for himself, and bring Grima back into the world.
Ability: Skilled in swordplay and magic, but focuses more on the sword.
Quirk: Despite trying to eradicate all of humanity, Zayn is actually a great baker.
Strengths: Master manipulator, clever tactician, is famous for being prepared.
Weaknesses: Distrusts everyone, is mentally unstable, prone to violence.
Likes: Power, authority, skilled swordsmanship, lavender, tea, winter, night, the moon.
Dislikes: Weakness, kissing up, humanity, the Grimleal (none of them know of his true intentions)
Other: "Humans are so wretched."
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