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Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

@Ambra thanks! for giving me another shot, lol

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴 (Reboot) (4-8 Players)

cool!

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Okay, I think I like Braelynn too much to just abandon her. I made some changes to her personality, and I think I like her better for this RP. Let me know what you think.

Braelynn 2.0

[Name]

Braelynn Gwendolyn Ciran

[Alias]

B for short

[Affiliation]

Mordlind Concorde

[Starting Class]

Noble

[Status]

House Ciran

[Crest]

Minor Crest of Ciran

[Age]

18

[Date of Birth]

10th of Radiant Moon, Divine Year 763 (ex: 20th of the Pegasus Moon, Imperial Year 1163).

[Appearance Information]

Braelynn has large, brown eyes that seem to have perpetual bags underneath them. Her long nose points away from pouty lips and a sharp chin. Standing at 6 feet 2 inches Braelynn is very talls for most girls or even people her age, and beyond. Her long black hair is always tied in a low ponytail that hangs between her shoulders. Her build is skinny, though it would be difficult for it to be any different. Her uniform is a little too small and usually rides up to show a little of her abdomen. Her sleeved are usually rolled and she wears her pants low, tucked into her boots.

[Personality]

Braelynn is quiet and intelligent. Anxious in social situations, Braelynn wants to please everyone around her. Social confrontations of any kind seem to petrify her. One thing she isn't though, is cowardly. Determined to make it through the officers academy, Braelynn will stop at nothing to prove her value to the world at large. In the past, she has known to struggle with an unhelpful and unhealthy temper.

[Personal History]

Braelynn grew up pampered. Everything was given to her. Her father, Tobias, and her mother, Gwendolyn, often go on and on about the importance of hard work, ambition, and duty. So why, the little girl wondered, did she do so little so very often? School was relatively easy, Braelynn studied hard and made few friends but her grades were excellent. History was her strong suit, even though it was often tinted by a religious lense that made truth hard to seperate from fiction, but Braelynn kept those thoughts entirely to herself. She quickly outgrew most of her classmates except for the few very large boys in her glass. She stuck out wherever she went, even though all she wanted to do was to blend in and go unbothered. Bullying was an issue, causing the girl to forego skirts and wear as baggy clothes as possible. Still, Braelynn found comfort in working out and keeping herself strong.

Eventually, an opportunity presented itself. Somewhere to get away from all the pettiness of the common world and find a place that would challenge her, where she could excel. Fighting was never her strong suit. There was that one time where she got violent with a long time bully of hers, but that was one off and a long time ago and didn't exactly go well. But Braelynn insited to her parents that she could do it. Studying martial arts became her passtime. Desperately, Braelynn had searched for a place where she belonged, and she believed the Officers Academy to be that place.

[Preferred Fighting Style]

Axe- Braelynn uses a two handed, one sided axe with a small head for piercing and chopping.

[Equipment]

Training Axe, journal.

[Learned Spells]

N/A

[Interests]

• Drawing
• Martial Theory

[Likes]

• Creating drawings and other people's art
• The Study of Martial Arts
• ...Kindness
• A studious challenge
• Being left alone
• Excercising and keeping her health

[Dislikes]

• Commoners make her uncomfortable
• Religious types
• Being left alone
• Being insulted or otherwise vulnerable
• Violence or gore
• Apparel of all kind seems to hate her, so she hates them

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Dareen Kahina

front parlor

Dareen cringed as suddenly almost everyone outside was the dead and Gen patted her on the back. Good job, everyone! The Reaper was here, sadistic as ever. He had created a little fighting to ring to murder everyone inside. Still on edge, Dareen glanced over at Mikhail. "Lots of experience, yeah." She quietly affirmed his suspicions, her eyes flicking between the blood on her blade and the corpses before her. Grim work. She wondered how many people would miss them.

"Whatever their plan was, it's a stupid one. Now we've the chance to escape. Whatever three dimensional game of checkers they're trying to play, it's bullshit. When you have the location of the target, it's best to gather as much strength as possible and ambush them as soon as you can before they have the chance to escape. A Black Widow on the run is...well...nevermind." She trailed off, compressing her lips.

Stepping over the bloody remains she made her exit and tapped her crimson sabre against the dome.

More people were drawing near. She pressed her nose against the dome. "You boys ready to give up yet?" She shouted, not sure how much sound get could through the dome. Hopefully there needn't be any more bloodshed. There was nothing these men could say that their superiors didn't already know. One could surmise the Reaper was here by the human paste sinking into the mud.

Rogue Continuum [CLOSED PENDING REBOOT]

oh boy i cant wait

either to get it, or not get in and be able to look for another cool RP lol

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

@Ambra thanks! okay, i'll get to work on these changes

edit: i'll probably ditch her entirely and go back to my original concept. small delay!

Rogue Continuum [CLOSED PENDING REBOOT]

@Master Bruce oh yeah, you love to see it

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

@Ambra is everything ok with my character? dont mean to be pushy, lol, im just antsy

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

getting a post up tomorrow

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Braelynn

[Name]

Braelynn Beauregard Ciran

[Alias]

Her friends call her B. You can call her Braelynn.

[Affiliation]

Mordlind Concorde

[Starting Class]

Noble

[Status]

House Ciran

[Crest]

Minor Crest of Ciran

[Age]

18

[Date of Birth]

10th of Radiant Moon, Divine Year 763 (ex: 20th of the Pegasus Moon, Imperial Year 1163).

[Appearance Information]

Braelynn has large, brown eyes that seem to have perpetual bags underneath them. Her long nose points away from pouty lips and a sharp chin. Standing at 6 feet 2 inches Braelynn is very talls for most girls or even people her age, and beyond. Her long black hair is always tied in a low ponytail that hangs between her shoulders. Her build is skinny, though it would be difficult for it to be any different. Her uniform is a little too small and usually rides up to show a little of her abdomen. Her sleeved are usually rolled and she wears her pants low, tucked into her boots.

[Personality]

Braelynn is mean, sardonic, sarcastic, and clever. Often quick to make a joke at other's or her own expense, Braelynn struggles with respecting authority, people around her, and herself. She thinks she's smarter than you and acts "over it" in regards to this whole school thing. Like she doesn't even want to be there, even though she tries just as hard as you could expect out of a wannabe soldier. She's had a history with a fiery temper and is usually slow to make friends, even though she wants them.

[Personal History]

Braelynn was always a problem child. Granted a crest of House Ciran, Braelynn was immediately thrust into the roles of nobility. Of being humble, kind, generous, of doing her part as an upper echelon in society. This didn't seem to stick, as the tall girl often shoved those smaller than her around. A lot. She got into trouble. A lot. Apparently it was always the other girls and the boys who started it, according to Braelynn, and sometimes it was, but most of the time it really wasn't. Her mother had died when she was 10, and her father was an aloof bureacrat who had a hard time connecting with his daugher who was taller than he was at the age of 16. Strict discipline was usually his answer, though it rarely worked. Braelynn was often away from the house and wandering the streets. One day she got into a particularly nasty street brawl, knocking out two people and coming home with a black eye and sprained knee. Her father had enough. She was an embarassment and needed to straighten up. Pulling some strings, Braelynn was sent to the Officer's Academy with a clean slate.

[Preferred Fighting Style]

Lance- Braelynn uses a large, bendy but durable staff adorned with a small spike on one side.

[Equipment]

Training Staff, secret journal.

[Learned Spells]

N/A

[Interests]

• Drawing
• Swimming

[Likes]

• Creating drawings and other people's art
• Alcohol
• Badass stuff, like fighting
• Being in a position of power
• Her staff
• Being left alone

[Dislikes]

• Snobby, aristocratic types
• Religious types
• Being left alone
• Being insulted or otherwise vulnerable

Here is my character. Let me know if there are any issues with the lore, I might have missed something. I hope we get some real noble types, eh? Someone needs to whip these ruffians into shape