[center] [b]Roleplay Origin: [/b] Fire Emblem AU [b]Setting: [/b] Ylisse [b]Characters: [/b] Kieran Venric (class: Lord) Mizuki Sato (class: Tactician) Flarence Suga (class: Great Knight) ____________________________________ Kieran frowned as Flarence wrapped a cloth around his neck. "Flarence, must you try to do this every morning?" he asked, irritated as he sat in his chair trying to ignore the amused faces of his fellow soldiers. He could see from the corner of his eyes that most of them were trying to hold back laughter. This was humiliating. "Milord, you cannot risk dirtying your clothes! As royalty, you must present yourself in an appropriate manner." answered the red haired man with exasperation, as if he got asked a foolish question. Kieran's eye twitched slightly. "I am a soldier. I cannot help if my clothes get dirty in battle, Flarence." he tried to explain slowly, but Flarence just scoffed. "But that is battle, sire. Outside of the battlefield, you must not present yourself as a low born peasant! What would the people think if their prince looked like a slob?" countered the man, who had finished the makeshift bib around Kieran's neck, and had moved to grab a cloth to set onto his lap. "Flarence, do you think I care about that?" he asked, frustrated, but like always Flarence just dismissed his anger. "Exactly my point, I know you do not care! That is why I must do this for you and ensure that you are taken care of." he answered with pride. He kept his gaze on Kieran to ensure the cloth shielded him from any crumbs and liquids that could fall from his breakfast plate. The prince sulked, but grabbed his food with dejected obedience and ate without taking off the cloths. Flarence beamed. This morning set a new record. Kieran only argued with him for ten minutes this time and only threw away the cloths about five times before giving up. "I still don't know why I need a bib, like a baby, I am a grown man....", grumbled Kieran. As if fate decided to conspire against him, some of his porridge slipped from his spoon and landed onto the fabric fastened around his neck. He sighed as Flarence looked at him smug. "That doesn't count!" Kieran exclaimed, his face red from embarrassment, but Flarence just chuckled and sat beside him eating his own meal. Kieran scowled. "Fine, wearing this thing is easier than having you fuss over a stained shirt, I guess." he acquiesced, before finishing his food, feeling annoyed the entire time. A few minutes of silence passed between them before he spoke again. "Flarence, can you do me a favor? I'm planning on training, but I left one of my swords in my tent. Fetch it for me, please?" he asked once he noticed Flarence finished his meal, and joy lit up in the man's eyes at Kieran's words. With a loyal "of course, milord!" Kieran watched Flarence hurry out of the tent, and after a few seconds passed, the prince smirked. "I still can't believe that works every time. Anyways, I'm out of here! I’ll meet back with you all in a few hours." he declared as he ripped the bibs off him, feeling victorious and not in the least bit guilty over manipulating his dutiful retainer again. Making his escape he glared at the few Shepherds around to keep their mouth shut to Flarence, before running off from the camp. The road to town would have him discovered by his men with ease. So, a careful trip through the forest was Kieran’s highest chance of success at evading them. He strayed from the dirt path and entered through the trees, using the trunks as a cover. Sunlight filtered through the tree leaves. Birds chirped their morning songs and small animals scurried around collecting food. Kieran felt himself relax at the peaceful atmosphere. His mornings tended to consist of either nagging or exhaustion, so to walk alone in near silence felt like Naga blessed him. To worry about responsibility was the last thing Kieran wanted when he began his day. His spontaneous walk was a great idea. A few minutes into his entry in the forest, Kieran found himself staring at a large field. The sudden change in scenery confused him. He stayed in his spot hidden amongst the tress and gazed at his surroundings as he placed his hand over the hilt of his sword. No obvious enemies in sight. In fact, not too far from the bright green grass was the dirt road he avoided earlier. Kieran wondered if he found a shortcut to town by chance. Before he stepped out, he glanced around the field once again to make sure he could not fall victim to an ambush. It was then he noticed something peculiar. Almost unnoticeable due to the tall grass, he could make out a figure in the distance. Dark purple and light pink were the colors that stood out to his eyes the most. But, Kieran could not name anything that size with those colors off the top of his head. He saw no movement. His instincts sensed no danger and his curiosity burned. Kieran stepped away from the safety of his hidden spot and approached the item, his hand never leaving his weapon. A part of him felt excited and his heart slammed against his chest in frantic rhythm. The thrill of exposing himself to possible danger felt tantalizing. An end to his boredom! A way to have actual control of his actions for once! If Flarence accompanied him then Kieran would not be allowed to investigate on his own. It was a stupid desire, to look for danger, but Kieran could not help but crave an end to feeling smothered. As he inched closer, Kieran squint his eyes as sunlight caused something to reflect and shine right into his vision. He pursued his lips in annoyance. What could be laying there to cause that? He received his answer when he finally reached the mysterious item. Only, it was not an item. It was a person. Stunned, Kieran just stared. In front of him laid an unconscious young woman with light pink hair with a pale, almost sick complexion. The object that hurt his eyes turned out to be a bronze sword attached to her side. It was not the only weapon the woman had. Kieran noticed a bright yellow thunder tome in the dirt a foot away from her. That made him suspect that she did not fall asleep here on purpose since tomes required proper treatment to ensure they did not break early. The cloak she wore is why Kieran did not rush to her aid. Stitched onto the dark purple cloak were golden symbols, along with eyelike patterns he recognized. His father, the previous exalt who waged a terrible war against Plegia, bothered to teach him only a few lessons. One of them was about the cult of Grimleal; the sworn enemy of Naga’s worshipers. His father showed him the blasphemous symbols of Grima and ordered him to cut off the head of any person who wore them. And the mysterious girl was covered in those symbols. For a brief moment, his traitorous mind entertained the idea to obey his dead father’s will by ending the girl’s life while she slept. To kill first and remove a potential threat to Ylisse. Horrified at himself, he banished the horrible thought away. Grimleal or not she was innocent until proven otherwise. But he still did not know what he should do now. She did not seem to have external injuries and there was no sight of blood; she looked like a normal person would while they slept. Unfortunately leaving her and forgetting she existed was not an option; it was dangerous to leave an armed Plegian Grimleal alone in a field. Even if she meant no harm, a Ylissean who recognized her cloak could potentially become hostile towards her, despite how unlikely that was. Ylisseans wanted nothing to do with Grimleal and not taught in depth about the cult like he was so most would, at worst, probably think she was a regular dark mage. When he heard her sudden pain filled groan, Kieran’s cautious thoughts abandoned him. Panic filled him instead. Was she waking up? But he had not decided what to do with her yet! He was accustomed to Flarence solving his problems for him. He was not ready for this. His father would have definitely killed her. But everyone, him included, hated his father so maybe he should do the opposite of what he would have done and help her? "What should I do...?" he asked out loud, feeling anxious. He looked at the woman again and to his relief, she did not wake up yet. She began to stir and whimpered as if a nightmare plagued her. Kieran disregarded his suspicions the moment he realized she was in pain. He kneeled down and, with a tad of awkwardness, gave her a few light shoves. “H-hey…wake up!” he called out. When she showed no signs of awakening, Kieran hoped she did not have an injury to the head or was dealt a curse that kept her asleep. He should have thought more about why she was laying there in the first place instead of agonizing over whether to wake her up or not! "What should I do...?" he asked out loud again, concerned and stood back up. Medicine and Kieran were an absolute disaster. He just slashed and cut through things with his sword, not heal people! "I have to do something..."he murmured, and widened his eyes when she saw her finally begin to wake up. “Hey there!” He blurted out without thought. To avoid his awkward feelings, he extended his right hand to help her stand. Unfortunately, with every word that flowed from his mouth, Kieran just made everything more awkward. "There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know!" He joked and forced himself not to cringe at how uncool he sounded just now. But to his relief, the dazed woman did not hesitate to accept his help and reached for his hand. His eyes landed on a peculiar tattoo on the back of her right hand. The design resembled the symbol of the Grimleal but it was a mark he did specifically not recognize. It also looked branded on her skin, like the mark of Naga branded onto his left hand. It interested him, but her voice redirected his attention on her and he dropped the hand. "What a lame joke, but thanks, Kieran." she greeted, the sentence rolling off her tongue automatically. Her face scrunched in confusion as if wondering why she just said that. Kieran felt confused over being addressed with familiarity by her, but smiled at her. It was always refreshing to speak with a person who did not bother with unnecessary formalities. "O-Oh...You know me?" he asked with a touch of curiosity in his tone. It wasn't too odd to know his name, considering he was a prince- "No...the name just came to me." she confessed and both shared bewildered looks with each other. "Where in the world am I anyways...? I...I can't remember...? I don’t remember anything!" Immediately, he felt both concerned and suspicious. But he cast away his paranoid thoughts and watched as she looked around the field with an anxious expression. He had to help her, he reminded himself. "You’re in the country of Ylisse. You…don’t remember?" he commented, but she just rolled his eyes at him like he was an idiot. “That’s what I just said, Kieran!” she snapped at him. She proceeded to ignore him and mumble to herself over her worry about her memory loss. Kieran just stared at her with a stunned expression, still caught off guard by her attitude. But he supposed anybody in her situation would feel disoriented and act this way. "Hey, it will be alright, try to calm down...Is there anything you remember at all, besides my name?" he asked, not wanting to feel useless. “You’re telling me to calm down? My memory is gone and I wake up in a strange field knowing only the name of the stranger who found me, how am I supposed to remain calm?! I know your name, that means I know you. Maybe you’re the person who did this to me…!” she almost shrieked at him. Kieran jerked back, not even considering he could be a suspect. “What?! Oh Naga help me. You're crazy, I just found you sleeping here in the field!” he retorted back, realizing for the first time how this bizarre situation must seem to her. Kieran wondered if these ridiculous accusations were karma for his own suspicions of her earlier. “Look, I did nothing to your memory. I’ll even promise to help you get them back to prove it!” he promised at the sight of her intimidating glare. A split second later he wondered if he would later regret this lapse in judgment to make such a promise without thought. Who knew how long or how much work it would take to remedy her amnesia? He was such an idiot! Well, he could not take it back now. He smiled nervously and placed both his hands on her shoulders. “Just, just take a few deep breaths alright? Maybe something will come back to you if you have a clear head.” To his surprise, she did not push him away or slap his hands off of her. Instead she took his advice and took a few deep breaths. Kieran felt her shoulders lessen their tension. He dropped his hands back to his sides, an expectant look on his face as she looked deep in thought. "Mizuki..? I think my name is Mizuki." She finally answered, and Kieran smiled again except this time with joy instead of nervousness. "Mizuki." the name rolled off his tongue with ease, "It’s a nice name, I’m glad you remembered it. Well, my name is Kieran, like you mentioned earlier. Anything else come back?” Mizuki looked frustrated. “No, just my name. I don’t know why I know yours, either. Do you know?” she asked, and her frown deepened when Kieran shook his head negative. “No, I don’t remember meeting you either…” he trailed off. But Kieran met so many people as both a prince and soldier that it would be no surprise if he just forgot about her. “Maybe somebody in town will know you. I promised to help you out, so I can escort you there if you wish.” Mizuki looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. “Alright, but I’m still suspicious of you. You better keep your promise, Kieran.” She answered, and Kieran shrugged. He was still suspicious of her too. Perhaps keeping an eye on her for now was for the best, anyways. “I always keep my promises, don’t worry Mizuki.” he spoke, not seeing her small smile as he bent down and reached the thunder tome on the ground. “I think this tome is yours. It was on the ground next to you. You have a sword too, so you might have some combat experience.” He explained as he handed her the book. She seemed pensive, wondering if she knew how to use magic or could fight like he suggested. “Hm…” she hummed, opening the tome and reading through a few pages, “It does feel familiar. Like I already know how to do this…” Kieran grinned and felt glad that he was correct. “That’s great! Another thing you know about yourself. We can head to town now and it’s not far from here. The road is just over there and…” his words died on his lips as he glanced in the direction of the village. Smoke rose into the sky and Kieran could see flames even from this distance. “Oh no…a fire? Maybe it was set by bandits? I have to help! Stay here, Mizuki.” he sounded worried, but he was full of resolve to help his people. Without a glance at Mizuki, Kieran ran off in the direction of the burning town. Mizuki looked confused at his abrupt pause but when she saw the horror on his face, she turned around and saw what had terrified him. The village was on fire and he suspected bandits were also making trouble. She scowled when Kieran started to leave on his own. “Don’t just leave me and rush into danger, idiot, do you even have a plan?!” she shouted, running after him. He would need back up if bandits appeared and she was not letting him die until she got her memories back! Kieran reached the town and the sight of barbarian bandits attacking innocent villagers made him see red. His body shook with rage and he reached for his sword, about to charge into a fight, when he felt someone press down on his hand to stop him. “Moron, you’ll get yourself killed.” Huffed Mizuki, and Kieran startled at her presence. She must have followed him. “But I have to help!” he hissed, but all that did was earn him a smack on the head. “You won’t be helping if you charge in without a thought.” She rolled her eyes at him before scanning the battlefield from the hidden location. “Let me come up with the plan. Somehow tactics…seems familiar. I may not remember my past, but I know I can do it.” Kieran raised his brows but nodded. “Alright…” he agreed hesitantly. Whatever plan she came up with would most likely be more efficient than his 'stab every enemy he sees' approach. Thirty minutes later, Kieran looked at Mizuki like she was the most amazing woman in the world. Her abilities as a tactician were incredible. Even with her amnesia, she managed to defeat the bandits who terrorized the village. She concocted the plan on the spot and worked with only had two fighters with abilities she did not know the effectiveness of. Even though the barbarians outnumbered them, they did not stand a chance against the pair. Kieran and Mizuki fought alongside each other like war veterans who spent years in combat together. “You’re incredible, Mizuki! You should become a tactician! The Shepherds would be thrilled to recruit you.” he complimented, still staring at her with awe. She had potential to become a tactician for his Shepherds and her addition to the ranks would be a great asset. He didn't even care about her being Plegian or Grimleal anymore. Mizuki accepted the compliment and grinned. “I know. My plan was perfection.” She said with pride, enjoying the praise. At first she felt nervous, but as the battle raged on her confidence grew and Kieran’s fighting prowess surprised her. “And what does a tactician have to do with a shepherd? Find the perfect strategy to herd sheep?” Kieran let out a light hearted laugh. “Oh no. We’re a volunteer force dedicated to protecting Ylisse from bandits. And we defend villages around the halidom’s borders from hostiles.” “What? Why is it named Shepherds though? That name makes no sense.” asked Mizuki, confused. “Well, I thought it was a great name when I came up with it! You know, the citizens are sheep we protect.” He answered defensively, blushing from embarrassment over her remarks. “YOU named the group? And they agreed to such a lame name with a lame reason?” she asked in disbelief, bewildered about why they would let Kieran choose the name. Did he win a bet or something? “Well I am the leader…” he mumbled, slightly offended. He was proud of his Shepherds and sensitive when people disliked anything about them. “You, mister charge in with no plan, are the leader? No wonder you want me to join, you need all the help you can get.” She laughed goodheartedly. Kieran pouted childishly. “Oh come on, I'm not that bad! Besides, I fight different when I have my comrades with me...they help me think clearer. But my offer is serious and I would like you to join…Mizuki, you truly impressed me today. And we fought together so well, too.” Here Kieran paused and thought for a moment. He spoke before Mizuki could interrupt his chain of thought. “The villagers already came out to greet and thank us for our help in defeating the bandits. Nobody here recognized you…so I don’t think you live here.” He concluded, spotting Mizuki frown at his words. “You can come with me to Ylisstol, even if you don’t want to become the Shepherd’s tactician. They have some of the best healers living in the capital. Plus I can help you find a place to live while you try to recover your memories. Working as our tactician would be a great paying job, though…” he explained, though he refused to give up on recruiting her. Mizuki looked pensive, but his words did bring up some valid points and he seemed sincere in his offer.“That’s… pretty nice of you, even though I know you just want me to work for you. Or you’re just a moron.” She began to say, “But since I don’t have a home here, staying with you for now is my best option. If those healers can’t help me then I’ll think about joining your little club.” Kieran grinned. "Well, the job offer still stands even if you get healed, you know? Anyways, lets go meet up with the Shepherds!" he suggested cheerfully, but then he grimaced as he remembered exactly what he had done this morning. "Although...Flarence will probably be furious at me for sneaking off...actually let's stay in town a little longer." "Who?" she asked, but Kieran did not get the chance to answer. "Mi'lord!" suddenly cried out the familiar voice of Flarence and Kieran sighed in defeat. He was going to have a lot of explaining to do to the over protective knight and was not looking forward to that at all. But he didn't regret today. After all, he met Mizuki and Kieran could tell that with her around his life would be a lot more interesting. [hider=The Royals] [img]http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss87/beloved_darling/21097dec-bb34-42ac-88ff-a877ef72c8d1.jpg[/img] Kieran: Likes to fight and enjoys the powerful rush of control he feels when he emerges victorious in battle. Is reliant on both Flarence and Marc for guidance so he is indecisive when forced to make choices. Claims his intuition and instinct never fails him. Tries to act like a proper prince but either becomes too flustered or too impatient to remember etiquette. Prefers casual conversation without titles and social status influencing it. Not too fond of overbearing people and uses every ounce of cunning he possesses to try and ditch his numerous bodyguards. Trusts in his brother completely. Prince of Ylisse and Leader of The Shepherds. Older brother to Exalt Marc. Wields Falchion. Mark of Naga on back of left hand. Class: Lord Alternate Base Classes: Cavalier, Dread Fighter Class Promotions: Great Lord, Paladin, Great Knight Skills: Outdoor Fighter, Resistance +10, Aggressor, Dual Strike+, Charm Endgame: Great Lord; Aggressor, Aegis, Dual Guard+, Aether, Rightful King [img]http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss87/beloved_darling/16b70819-a628-455c-a23e-bbb00646ea80.jpg[/img] Marc: A pacifist and believes strongly in promoting peace. Good at adapting to any situation and remains calm in the face of adversity. Has an independent streak and often disregards the words of his advisers, but will pretend to take their ideas into consideration. Is more mature and patient than Kieran and often has to deal with the consequences of his brother's recklessness. Trusts his brother more than anyone. Chosen to replace his tyrant father following his death, despite his age and being second in line for the throne. Exalt of Ylisse. Younger brother of Kieran. Mark of Naga on his chest, over the heart. Class: Sage Base Classes: Mage, Lord, Dread Fighter Alternate Class Promotions: Dark Knight, Great Lord Skills: Aether, Lifetaker, Resistance +10, Rally Magic, Tomefaire [img]http://i564.photobucket.com/albums/ss87/beloved_darling/fdc0afdb-b752-4843-8627-5a8f44bb5840.jpg[/img] Arik: Future son of Kieran and Mizuki. Forced to lead Ylisse after Kieran's death and Mizuki's disappearance when he was 10, alongside advisers until they too died. Years later, with only his generation of Shepherds remaining and Risen terrorizing the land, uses Naga's blessing to send him and his companions back in time. Goes by the alias Marth until his identity is revealed. Remembers his parents acting cooler in the future and can barely believe how idiotic their present selves can be. Prince of Ylisse. Taught magic and tactics by Mizuki and swordsmanship by Kieran. Wields Falchion. Mark of Naga on right shoulder. Class: Dread Fighter Alternate Base Classes: All classes excluding female classes, villager, manakete, and taguel Class Promotions: All class promotions excluding female classes Skills: Lethality, Resistance +10, Aggressor, Ignis, Rightful King [/hider] [/center]