VKAllen

Fire Embem: Arise

Name: Sir Yaun (Pron. 'Jon') Coltzfield

Gender: Male

Age/Birthdate: 48 (3rd of March, 433 AL)

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Background/Personality:

A veteran who served in King Alphin's Royal Military Service, knighted for his dedication in serving to the whims of the crown. He was moved to a rural area near the mountains where he could spend the rest of his service in relative harmony with the local lord, Stefan. He wasn't too fond of the man, often seeing him as a man who was full of himself. It became worse when news of King Alphin's death had reached the manor and Stefan had begun scheming in order to claim the throne for himself. There wasn't much that a veteran could do in this instant, especially with a boot licking dog who is Ganford-- Captain of the Mansion's Guardsmen.

There came a day where bandits had raided the manor and Yaun came to the aid of the innocent people who were either slaughtered or robbed from their riches. Ganford didn't send help. The guards whos duty was to keep the peace at the town was killed and Yaun was forced to hikd the bandits on his own where he found himself cornered. The result of this encounter was a severed arm and a shameful retreat back to the barracks in order to have his wounds treated. Only then did Ganford sent reinforcements.

He attempted to claim comoensation for his disability which was rudely dishonoured by Stefan. Embittered and resentful, he continued to pursue this comoensation until he awaits a day where he could turn his back on the Lord and serve a new master.

Class: Sword Knight

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Bart's immediate thought were to determine whether or not he missed this fire and gasoline-like relationship that he had with this... woman. The awful tonality of the vocal chords that vibrated awkwardly-deep, barely even masculine voice which yapped like koi fishes hurt his ears to a point where he almost had to cover them to avoid being deafened. This indeed was some siren -- except awfully risible and unsightly to behold. Another observation which he took note of was the ridiculous school uniform that someone like her would be dying to remove. Such buttoned, white and long sleeved shirt and the wooly maroon jacket over her and the perfectly insulting skirt, calf-high socks and heeled leathers. "Hahaha! That uniform suits you well! I thought it'd be rags by now!" Bart laughed incessantly whilst his arms covered over his stomach in an attempt to 'contain' whatever air he inhaled and slapped his knee with one hand that promptly allowed him to relax and cease his laughter.
His hand quickly groomed the somewhat tidied hair from the laughter and crossed his arms with a snarky look at Ryan. Then nothing. Absolute silence. The voices of other students gleefully chattering in the background... The gentle soft whistling wind and footsteps filled the silence between them. Bart is indubitably appalled. What had happened to the fiery tempered 'girl' that he used to know? Had live by happenstance changed the way she behaved somewhat? He'd expected full blowback from Ryan than just;
"Now, w-wa-w..."
It didn't feel right. He instinctively reached for the non-existent glasses that didn't hang from his ears, indicating clear curiosity on the matter until he realised Ryan's unfocused and seemingly quizzical pupils were adjusting to the reflection that is beyond him. Somebody was approaching. What kind of person would have such an incredible effect that it could stun the woman hitler? A school bully? Some kind of hired killer? Maybe... Just maybe... It could be that horrific thing. Her immediate response does not seem to imply danger... She seems... Relaxed in a way.
"Speedy Kicks,"
It was a foreign voice. He felt the firm grip of a clearly masculine hand clutching his lean shoulder shadowing his profile immensely. Now, he was stunned. Who the heck's behind him? How come he has heard of his new nickname? Why did he stop by the two of them?
"You two know each other?"
The question wasn't directed at him. It sounded dejected and off-mark if he did. His sights focused upon the now docile and enthralled Ryan who gave a cutesy nod while he could see her lips tongue-tied and dry. Too intimate for it to be a sibling.
"That's awesome, well, you two should come eat with me and the guys."
Bart hadn't said a single word in this exchange. He turned behind him to finally reveal the voice that had been speaking this entire time... Recognising the tall guy as the guy he accidentally bopped on the head.
"S-sure, Brandon." Ww-chh! A tame tone for sure! He removed a pen from his shirt pocket and began noting down on his hand with the heading; 'Moments that embarrass Ryan' and began describing their encounter. He felt the grip slip away by a moment's notice and tucked away the pen back onto his pocket as he saw the guy named Brandon leave.
"We'll be by the Rugby Field," He allowed Brandon to leave them until he was a fair distance away before Bart's posture leaned slightly forward... Head inflated as he showed a clownish wide grin with eyelids closing halfway indicating slyness and clarity. He knew what was going on in that head of hers. Ryan began to speak but Bart interrupted her speech by annoyingly smiling.
"Come on... Really? S-sure, Brandon!" He parroted, whilst maintaining that clownish grin and shifty eyes.
"Since when did you melt to an emotional pile of goop?" He adjusted the grip on his bag, whilst still maintaining that clownish grin and shifty eyes, his back slightly slouched and his pace was slightly offbeat.
"Well what are you waiting for? Lets spend some time with Brandon's friends. Or... Would you perhaps want some privacy and go there on your own? Maybe his friends is busy playing Rugby! Wouldn't that be fun?" He taunted, whilst still maintaining that clownish grin and shifty eyes. This time his eyebrows is wiggling. This kept going on and on until they finally made full pace and made their way to the Rugby Field where Brandon was and quickly set his bag down where the other students had piled them and brought a set of lunch box by his hands as they gathered and sat on the bare grass field and popped the lid open to reveal a neatly prepared steak roll with fragrant barbecue sauce and caramelised onion. He waited until Brandon and Ryan was ready to settle down before eating.
"Whath yof goys habin foh lanch?" Bart's mouth is full of food he is chewing.

Harvest Moon ~ Willow's Valley

@VKAllen We certainly can have one. But I was wondering if adding another lady would throw off the balance of nature

@Fabricant451

Certainly wouldn't matter in my honest opinion. I only point the fact that theres an overabundance of women as a joke.

Harvest Moon ~ Willow's Valley

Forgot to mention @Noodles and @The Muse for post.

Harvest Moon ~ Willow's Valley

Fabron Smith

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"Thank you Fabron!"
"We appreciate your assistance. Thank you so much!"
"You're very generous with your efforts, Fabron. You're welcome any time during the festival hours!"
Seeing those delighted faces helped Fabron work a grin on his face, followed by gentle laughter that bopped the brunette's head out of internal habit. The smile of the face from those whom he had helped. It is the most beautiful sight to behold upon a small remote village. A sign that his work and effort will always be appreciated--but most importantly-- a sign that he was at home. His side turned and strode over closer towards the coastline where he allowed the breeze to kiss his bronze cheeks and waves of water to envelop his booted feet, just below the shin. The eyes gazed into the horizon, slowly panning from the left to right as if expecting if there would be fishes leaping out of the water. That would be a great spot to fish.
Speaking of fishing...
A glint of light. So fine that he'd almost miss it if he hadn't any experience with fishing. A line was cast and the emeralds saw by the pier a couple of girls on the side and a brave Mudi puppy gazing directly at his aura, clearly interested in what he had to offer for play. Fabron didn't mind dogs or cats-- so long as they weren't in the workshop. The workshop poses too many risks for domestic pets.
There is a set of stairs nearby the side of the pier and he made a last-minute decision to see what was up with the girls and to see if she had caught any fish... Or play with the dog. His pace was sure and steady. The closer he got towards the girls and the puppy, the more excited it seems to become and the clearer were the identity of those girls with a pleasant surprise.
"That's..." His thought paused and out comes a shout; "Rei!"
What previously was a casual stride quickly become an overjoyed sprint across the wooden planks which sent strong vibrations and distinct thunk sounds as his feet planted firmly to anchor his momentum forward and promptly arrived his destination.
"My God! Its been years!" He pulls her in for an affectionate hug, smothering her over the slightly-damp shirt he was wearing. "When did you come back?" He noticed the leash that was attached to her hands that prevented the puppy from storming off into the distance. "That's your dog too?" He released Reina from his grips and leaned forward with his hands resting his knees looking at the puppy intently. "Hello there little guy! How you doin'? Being a good boy aren't ya?" He lowered himself further and carefully to decrease his overall size and offered a hand forward to introduce himself to the puppy.

Harvest Moon ~ Willow's Valley

@Noodles@Fabricant451

We got a mayor yet?

Fire Embem: Arise

"A reckless snot of a boy is the officer of the King's Army? What a load of arse-fuck bullshit. I hear claims like yours for every young fucker we've allowed through these days."
The guards while seemed relaxed, had their sights clearly set upon the sword presented in front of them.
"And put away that sword before you hurt yourself, damn it!"
Harry spat the ground beneath him. Felix's sudden movement certainly surprised the two guards-- as Harry wasn't expecting the boy to be attempting to strike at him. The gate guard precariously lifted the shaft of his spear and accepted the fact that if it would connect, he'd be off for that week. As luck would have it... The boy feinted and dashed through him and the confounded Roderic.
"By the gods..."
"Don't just stand there! Catch the fucker!"
"R-right!"
Roderic firmly held his spear to his side and began to chase after Felix. As he passes through corridors, he began shouting commands to nearby guards he could see in his wake.
"Catch that boy! He's gonna kill the boss!"

Fire Embem: Arise

I'll post soon.

Harvest Moon ~ Willow's Valley

Fabron Smith

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The sweat caressed the bronze-skinned blacksmith as a wife would to her husband. Situated closely along the beach helping the village with its festivities by constructing stands and stalls around the clock, weathering his steel hammer. The hand wiped clean the forehead off the caress of the wife to prevent his eyes from an unnecessary sting whilst admired the work that is in front of him.

"Thank you Fabron for your assistance."
Fabron's instincts allowed him to respectively bow towards the villager.
"For someone who works this night and day, it's only fair. You're most welcome!"

Fabron continued to assist the other people nearby whom required some help setting up their stalls one by one.