[OOC] Fire Emblem Fates - The Ocean's Silent Waves

[vancexentan]

Alright but monks don't start with healing it's their promoted class bishop that has healing.

[vancexentan]

Alright I'll wait a couple more days for CS's before starting up the IC people who join from that point on must deal with joining mid IC.

[MechonRaptor]

Emerald

"When I think of destiny, I don't think of a predetermined fate you can't escape. But rather... some sort of final goal, something you work towards your entire life."

Name: Emerald
Nicknames: Emm
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Class: Troubadour
Home country: Macarath, Nohr
Appearance:

Hider

Personality: Emm is very professionally-capable, friendly, and a relaxed person. She is a composed and collected individual who, despite being raised in Nohr, is modest and patient around people, making her very sociable. Additionally, she tends to be quite formal in the way she speaks or acts. As a righteous person who treats people equally regardless of their background, Emerald can’t stand discrimination or unnecessary violence. This has made her into a very selfless and helpful person, which in turn helps very well in her line of work.

In bad or dire situations, Emm is a quick-thinker, doing her best to solve the issue with either her staves or with the help of her allies. She relies heavily on being able to avoid direct conflict as she is defenseless, and so she has to be level-headed in combat so that she herself isn’t vulnerable. She knows she isn’t particularly strong in terms of brute strength or pain tolerance, and so she is somewhat cautious when in combat situations. However, that doesn’t mean she isn’t willing to take risks to save a life.

An engaged person, Emm takes her studies in herbs and healing, along with relationships, equally seriously, making her a bit stubborn and emotionally sensitive. However, this is due to her loyalty as well as her good intent. She is known to hold grudges against those who have severely hurt her feelings, though she is willing to eventually forgive them with a simple apology from their part. She is also willing to hold secrets and help friends in need, sometimes without considering the consequences.

Her former home of Macarath has prevented her from forming any kind of meaningful, long-lasting relationships with people, instead simply forming short, easily broken bonds. Due to this, Emm has little experience with people and it can be seen in her own optimistic attitude, being very likely to apologize even if there was nothing wrong. She feels as if she is incapable of forming a real friendship with anyone, so much so that she may not consider you a friend, even if you do.

As stated a bit earlier, Emm is also willing to take risks for the greater good, and always concerned herself with the ethics of making decisions. Almost selfless to a fault, Emm is willing to put others before herself, and unfortunately, this trait also has the potential to harm her the most.

Biography/history:

Emerald was born into a noble family in Cheve, of knights who took pride in Cheve's reputation of producing such capable warriors. They had already had several young, aspiring boys, and when it came to Emm, they had high expectations as she was their first daughter. They hoped, much like her mother, that she would become a powerhouse, but they learned early on that their daughter was not like a majority of the family. While they all wanted to wrestle or fight, she did her best to scold them, as children do, instead of joining the conflict. Instead of wanting to learn how to fight, their youngest instead wanted to pick flowers. This much softer soul made her parents wonder what to do with her, while little Emm was none the wiser of her parents supposed disappointment in her. They began to think of a use of their daughter, and it didn’t take them long to come up with one.

It was at this young age that she was sent to live with her Aunt in Macarath, too young to hold any real memories of her family, thus making it easier for her to settle in the Nohrian town. Her aunt was one of the many apothecary’s there, and upon her arrival young Emerald was soon taken as an apprentice. Instead of fighting, she found herbs, practiced medicine with her aunt. It was a much more suitable lifestyle, and while her aunt would leave from time to time to enjoy the hustle and bustle of the various entertainment in town, Emerald was satisfied, essentially doing the same thing she had done in Cheve, but with direction and a purpose. So much so, that as she got a little older, her aunt gifted her a horse so that she could easily traverse the surrounding area and town when she wanted, looking for healing herbs, or simply new plants, and recording them for later.

These studies continued onward into her teens, where it was then that she began to take notice of a different kind of magic, solely meant for healing and speeding up the healing process through the use of said magic. Through her studies, she learned that there were staffs that could act as a conduit for this magic. Astounded, Emerald began the slow process of learning how to use such a thing. Her aunt from time to time would bring her a teacher, helping her learn a bit more in this new magic to her, along with expanding her knowledge of medicine.

Her determination stemmed from the letters she would often receive from her family in Cheve, a family she could hardly remember, but that she loved nonetheless. They praised her for her dedication to healing, Emerald unknowing that they simply wanted someone in the family who could take care of them if they were wounded. Even if these letters were few and far inbetween, Emerald did her best to keep in touch. Though, her destiny would not be towards them.

Recently, Emerald was tasked with taking medical supplies to the front lines, being told that something big was about to happen. Stories of a Nohrian Prince being held captive by Hoshido, and an assault to get him back. It would be a relatively new experience to go into a tactical battle, or, well, war, as her prior experience with healing was either in infirmaries or from bandit attacks. Now, riding onto the scene, she can only watch as her late arrival has separated her from the Nohrian troops after her delivery...

Weapons:

• Heal
• Rescue

Items: Vulnerary
Other: Fun stuff if she was in game.

Critical Quotes(If she survives to promote) :
“Stand down!”
“I cannot allow you to persist!”
“Wrong choice!”
“I’m sorry!”
“Hope will never be silent!”
“I stand idle no longer!”

Enemy defeat:
“I’m so sorry.”
“If only things were different…”
“Rest peacefully.”
“Is this path truly justified?”

Pair up quotes:
“I won’t let you fall.”
“All you need is hope.”
“I shall assist in this darkness.”

[cloudystar]

did I finish alright and lol nice character dude@MechonRaptor

[vancexentan]

I'll allow both sheets nice character Mech.

[MechonRaptor]

@vancexentan@cloudystar
Thanks, I try ^_^

[vancexentan]

@Rogue Colm@MechonRaptor@cloudystarI've posted the IC. You can either meet Audric, be with Hoshido/Nohr's armies, or be by yourselves near the battle which hasn't started yet.

[cloudystar]

kay will put something up soon

[Eisenhorn]

Well, I love me some Fire Emblem, and been rather sucked into my current replay of Fates, lost track of which run it is now. I'll get onto a CS, throw my hat into the ring and all that jazz, yeah?

[cloudystar]

should we post sheets in the character tab?

[vancexentan]

Yes please do so.

[vancexentan]

@EisenhornAlso sorry for not noticing you go ahead and make a cs.

[vancexentan]

if anyone needs help with the setting for either army just ask. Hoshido is waiting for them, Nohr is marching.

[Eisenhorn]

@vancexentan Almost done with my CS, just got to get personality and history knocked out. Just a heads up.

[vancexentan]

Alright just remember rule number one.

[Eisenhorn]

Alright, got him wrapped up, how's he look?

CS

"Look, I'm not one for mincing words, so let's be done with this sorry affair, shall we?"

Name:
Ansgar Staudinger

Nicknames:
Anni (He would much rather people not use that)

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Class:
Cavalier

Home Country:
Cheve

Appearance

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Personality:
On the surface, Ansgar is a simple man. A preferance for the drink and relaxation over intense study, conditioning or training would make one suspect that this Cheve Cavalier is as much an outcast from the three Knight Companies of Cheve who wouldn't, or couldn't be bothered to train and condition himself to wear the heavy armor of a knight as he is just not interested in their prideful manners. Selling his lance for coin has given him a, no puns intended, cavalier attitude towards grand, noble causes. He isn't some hero of old or a legendary paragon of nobility, considering himself just an expendable asset in the eyes of the noble powers that be. Coupled with his self imposed exile from Cheve, he has developed an almost a split personality when it comes to his lifestyle at peace or when at war. Due to his transient loyalties that comes and goes with the flow of gold, most tend not to become readily aware of the strange shifts of who he is dependent on the situation.

Most casual observers who've noted the Cheve native in battle, which is what most people who are aware of the man see, note Ansgar as a death seeker, to put it nicely. Ansgar picks out a vital target in the enemy ranks, regardless of the threat to himself that would occur by charging, and put himself into a death charge, screaming defiance into any arrows, magic, or other weapons of shocked or confused enemy ranks as he weaves his way towards his target, aiming to put the full momentum of his mad charge behind his lance, having once, while learning to use the lances properly, had a bad habit of breaking off part of a lance inside his unfortunate target. When on the field, he is ruthless to a fault, sparing no one in his charge, targets of opportunity that arise while charging seeing no mercy from the charging cavalier. Exaustion and irritation set in soon after a fight, making him bitter and unsocialable soon after a conflict concludes and he yet finds himself breathing still.

Far rarer for most folks to know is his peacetime persona, or the one Ansgar adopts when not mounted and riding into battle. Much like who he was prior to his self imposed exile, a freewheeling and, preferably, intoxicated young man enjoying his early adulthood despite the war. Slow to anger and quick to forgive, he speaks freely and, often times, without a filter between his mind and his mouth, often commenting on someone or someone with an honest to a fault mentality. Perhaps the only thing he is worse at than lying, is women. Perhaps due to his near constant off battle intoxication, or his blunt, honest and often brutal statements on other people's character and manner of presentation, he has suffered the cold shoulder and angry hand of many a village woman as he rode, half falling off his horse, through their town. But he does mean well, for what its worth, preferring the faults be openly pointed out. After all, how can one address a fault if they cannot plainly see it?

Biography/history:
Born in Cheve to a pair of knights, his father a mounted Great Knight whilst his mother was a highly experienced Knight in her own right, it was expected that Ansgar would follow in their family lineage. The eldest in the family, with two younger sisters who both showed notable talent in Light and Dark magics, respectively, the two younger sisters were sent to study abroad once reaching the appropriate age, to more properly utilize their magical talents. The youngest went to Hoshido to learn from Hoshidan Monks, while the middle sister went to a Nohrian academy for dark mages, the divergent paths creating a great deal of strife and competition between the two whenever they crossed paths. Their eldest brother, Ansgar, and also completely and utterly hopeless with a spell tome, found himself playing diplomat between the two when he wasn't getting drilled into exhaustion by his family. And such would be his early formative years, learning to ride and fight from atop a horse from his father, while his mother would instruct him on proper weapon's techniques, offensive and defensive.

Even though Ansgar was, for most children of other lands, strong for his age, he lacked the frame and raw muscle to support a Knight's heavy armor, and seemed to have a stark aversion to their approach of grinding forward through a fight with shield and lance. This created a great deal of argument between Ansgar and his parents, who expected him to wear the heavy mantle of knighthood and march to war along with the order their family had sworn themselves to, owing as both his other siblings were abroad as mages and scholars instead of staying at home to learn the family trade. Many nights were spent arguing, and it would come to a head when his father, tired of his son's insubordinate refusal to take up the armor of a knight, intended to whip sense into him, literally as well as figuratively. Upon hearing of his father's intentions, Ansgar instead took up arms, finding himself opposed to his father, in his full armor astride a horse, while he was on the young thoroughbred that he had grown up learning to ride and fight on. Iron and determination versus steel and experience, Ansgar had one advantage the old man was unaware of. His father was deadly confident in his armor and ability to shrug off a hit, the crush of armored warhorse and biting sting of silver lance preventing a counter assault from being effective.

Ansgar fled, fully knowing his father was a far more experienced rider and would likely catch up to the boy as he rode hard into the woods, waiting for his old man to ride too close at full gallop, bursting forth in a desperate, all or nothing charge against the unready Great Knight. Whether it was luck or divine guidance, Ansgar's iron lance found a gap in the armor of his father, snapping off the lance in his side and striking what would be a fatal wound against the man, sending him collapsing. Fear of retribution and punishment gripped him, and he rode hard into the night, leaving the armored horse and dying form of his father, never confirming the fact he was indeed dead. Whether he was or not mattered not to the tortured mind of Ansgar, who had never slain another until that fateful night, and he found himself torn into two separate people, figuratively speaking. With the only skills he knew being warfare, he sold his skills to whomever could afford them, usually Nohrian regiments who needed extra bodies. Ansgar would slip into a blood thirsty death seeker when riding in battle, and find himself drunk and free when off the field. It was a strange dichotomy that disturbed him, but he hid it well. After all, the coin was often good, the drink came cheap, and he was etching out a living free of the expectations from his family.

Routinely selling his skills to the Nohrian army led Ansgar to many dubious activities and engagements, including early attempts to breach and invade Hoshido, foiled due to Queen Mitoko's barrier sapping their will to fight and causing them to stumble back to Nohrian controlled holdings, dazed, confused, but unharmed. Ansgar would ride into many situations, from putting down renegade Faceless to suppressing rebellions with a brutal and heavy hand. Ansgar felt regret for being little more than a brutish tool for oppression and cleaning up the dirty messes of Nohr, but he was paid well, so he kept his silence and rode hard, reveling in every battle while waiting for that fateful arrow or blow to fell him at last. The strike would never come, rather, and he would spend seven years riding hard, honing his skills and drinking and being merry, an unusual sight in often somber and serious Nohr regiments. Soon he would find himself at a very fateful day, when Nohr and Hoshido would finally meet in open war, riding openly alongside the flying banners of Nohr, paid to slaughter every Hoshidan he could reach.

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Weapons:
Iron Sword
Steel Lance

Items:

Other:
The most likely to inadvertently insult an ally.
Has two sisters who he often has to play the voice of reason between, should fortune frown upon him and stumble across them together again.

[vancexentan]

Really solid good work i'll accept it.

[Eisenhorn]

Excellent, I'll get it posted in the CS Tab and start looking at getting an intro post made then.

[vancexentan]

I can post a reply with Millow or whoever but I don't want mech and colm to feel rushed.

[MechonRaptor]

No worries, I haven't been home all day, so I'll definitely have a post up tomorrow ^_^