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[b][u]Shepherds[/b][/u]

[b][u]Outsiders[/b][/u]

Username: Zane620

Name: Yu Amagi

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Birthday: July 17th

Class: Swordmaster

Allied to?: Darrian

Weapons: Yu has two signature blades he uses [url= http://fireemblem.wikia.com/wiki/Killing_Edge]Killing Edge[/url] and the other one being his own personal sword he had forged(In appearance) It however is pretty much the same as a silver sword, just with his own design.

Appearance: [img] http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f224/KHprodigy1/SwordsMan-4.jpg[/img]

Personality: Quite the ruthless man, showing no hesitation to trample whatever is in his path. Acts quite cold to those he finds weak, and will be somewhat nice to those he finds to be good enough for a challenge. Most tend to avoid him due to his violent tendencies, and many fear being under his command due to the insane way he charges into battle. Yu is quite the hothead and reacts quite easily to simple taunts, though most that taunt him end up regretting it.

Biography: Ever since a young age, Yu was trained for combat. It was etched into his memory, everything that could be taught to him was drilled into his young mind as he was to practice everyday, so when he got older he would become a soldier. His family house while it wasn't noble, it was well known for raising some of the finest warriors, and that is what they planned on doing with Yu as well. By the time he was eighteen he already surpassed his entire family in terms of strength and did what his entire family had done in the past, he joined the army right away, and quickly moved his way up the ranks with each battle he was in. Yu was far different from his ancestors who trained everyday to perfect themselves. Somewhere along the way Yu got an obsession with combat, and wished for nothing more than fighting worthy people. As he would simply cut through countless of people just to fight a skilled officer. As this continued Yu slowly became more violent and a cold person, as he improved he found the challenges lacking.
When The Exalt died, and Darrian took his place. Yu wondered what kind of ruler he would be and when he found out he wasn't displeased at all. This man demanded the deaths of all Shepards for being traitors. While most would question this. Yu loved it, as he enjoyed every bit of hunting them down and killing them. Yu even went as far as killing his own family members who had joined the Shepards, effectively making him the new and only leader of his household. Due to this eagerness and willingness to kill first and not ask questions later, Darrian promoted the battle loving Yu to General

Quirk: Loves organization, and gets annoyed easily by those who are disorganized.

Strengths: 
-Incredibly fast in combat.
-Being able to adapt to situations against him.
-Good reflexes.

Weaknesses: 
-Easily angered.
-His love for combat sometimes works against him.
-Not very good at listening to strategies.

Likes: Fighting, great fighters, Lagzu, organization.

Dislikes: Insects, annoying people, weaklings, complicated plans, Pegasus riders, sloppy people.

Romantic Interest: Ladddddddies ;)

Other:

Username: Kangutso
Name: Misani 'Sani' AKA 'Gold Reaper'
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 3
Class: Thief
Allied To?: None at the moment. (Will become Shepherds)

Weapon(s): Iron Sword, and a Bow that she stole off a watchman.
Clothing: http://static4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130119105408/fireemblem/images/3/38/Thief_Female.jpg
Appearance: http://i432.photobucket.com/albums/qq48/werewolflover334/anime/Anime%20Girls/thief.jpg

Personality: An arrogant pervert, party goer, and sly thief. Those are some of the ways that people who know her would describe her. All of them are true, and it is also true that she holds her friends close and treats them well. She is also hard to get along with if she doesn't know you, more-so if you are a woman. Never ask her how she steals some of the things she does, you aren't likely to get a straight answer.

Biography: Average, that would be how to best describe how she grew up. She wasn't among the high class or nobility, but neither was her family poor or homeless. She was born into a low class merchant family, able to live well but still have fun. Her parents, thankfully, never wanted to marry her to someone that she didn't want to, and were never worried about using her to join a more rich merchant class. She had the freedom to do what she wanted within reason.

It remained this way for years until she was 13, when a rival merchant family hired thugs to ruin their trade and force them into bankruptsy. In an attempt to recover from it her parents led a caravan out of the city and left Misani in a trusted friend's care, only for them to find out days later that the caravan was raided and there were no survivors. As a result, she ran away a few days later and swore revenge on the people who drove her family to their deaths, deciding that the best way was to steal all they had.

For the next three years she trained herself, making friends in the underworld of the city and going from pickpocket to full fledged thief. It soon came time for her first heist as a thief, and she knew exactly which ones to target. So it came to be that, on the eve of her 17th birthday, she became known as the Gold Reaper, the thief that brought down the city's richest and most powerful family. She had to leave afterward, as staying any longer would have likely gotten her killed, and slowly built up he skills in the following days.

Strengths: Her keen eyesight allows her to see great distances, or see things that others wouldn't notice. She is flexible, which allows her to more easily move and dodge blows, among other things.
Weaknesses: She can't take more then a few hits, especially heavy blows. Some valuables she can't resist trying to steal, or at least get a closer look at. And she is arrogant to a point, wanting to be better than anyone else at what she does.
Likes: The night sky, the dark, treasure, freedom, peeping, drinks, a good party, and being left alone.
Dislikes: Stuckup noblemen, bandits, prison, extreme heights, other thieves.
Romantic Interest: She would like one, but alas, what man would fall for her?

Other:

Username: Bornlucky

Name: Lynn 

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Birthday: 6/6

Class: Sorcerer

Allied to?: Faction-less at the moment (Will Ally with Shepards soon enough)

Weapons: Mire, flux, concoction. 

Appearance: [url=http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/345/1/8/jade_harley_by_luckygirlxx-d4iun2j.png]Lookie here~[/url]

Armor: [url=http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/298/e/1/dogtier_by_kotijumi-d4dxnje.png]Custom made robes~[/url]

 Personality: Lyn is a hyper and happy-go-lucky girl, who always sees the best in people. She is friendly, relaxed and cheerful, many would say she a good person to confide in, but she can be forgetful and overly blunt at times. So to help with her memory problem she keeps forget me knots on her fingers to remember things better. She is rash and charge thing ahead, she might appears to be the manic pixie girl, but she smarter then she seems. She understands people keenly, and she has eye for fine details, and when she remembers things she can remember little things about people and even correct people on what they said. She loves animals, she can understand them and take good care of pretty much any domesticated animals. But be warned she is very scary when angered she is willing to use violence if angry enough, and it hard to calm her back down. She has a hard time understanding depressed people since she can't related with them that will and tries and vain to tell them to cheer up and think of puppy and kittens or frogs.

Biography: Lynn was born to a loving parents, and six sisters. It was a very busy house hold, with everyone learning skills for adulthood. All seven girls of the house hold learn some kind of magic or riding skill. Lynn chose dark magic, because she liked the idea of curses and hex, she was the best with magic in the house. Her childhood was simple with simple wants and simple needs. They lived in Ylisse,Lynn looked up to the Shepherds and hoped to join them no matter the situation with them. She wanted to be a hero and save all people from wrong doing. Her skills with magic was one of the most noticeable amongst the girls, but due to training to hard one day and tripping over a modest height she landed on her head and her memory has been fuzzy since, but her skills were intact, but she tends to wonder off and be gone for days to weeks, but her family adapted due to her being able to protect herself.

 Quirk: Tends to double check all her forget me knots, plays with her stuff frog when bored, dances when she thinks nobody around, wiggles her fingers when cheering up people as if casting a spell to make them happy.

Strengths: Cheerful to a fault. Optimist and can never be brought down to despair. Finds little easily missed details easily. And empathic

Weaknesses: Spotty memory from a mild concussion a year ago still has a hard time remembering some detail without reminders. Can be overbearing and pushy Tries to hard to please everyone. A bit book dumb.

Likes: Frogs, people, talking to new people, being helpful, Happy music

Dislikes: Toads, grumps, forgetting some thing, being in class, hot weather.

Romantic Interest: Nope, free as the wind~

Other: 

 Username: ERode
Name: [url=http://i1047.photobucket.com/albums/b477/ERode/TigerRider_zpsf951362f.jpg]Aelitha[/url]
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 1st
Class: Troubadour
Allied To: Whomever she wishes to travel with.
Weapons: A Troubadour for hire who likes to stay versatile, Aelitha carries four different staves with her: Mend, Fortify, Speed, and Balmwood. Three different types of healing staves as well as a utility staff for the sole sake of increasing the speed of either herself or others. It works with her reputation as being one of the fastest clerics, if nothing else. Healz on wheelz, essentially.
Description: A petite person at 5'4, Aelitha is a person who one would not believe to be a traveling healer-for-hire, one that regularly frequented battles for the shine of a coin. Her complexion is naturally pale and her blond hair and blue eyes make her out to be the daughter of nobles, a fair maiden dressed in white and blue. However, her long hair is usually unkempt and unwashed, while her blue eyes are murky and empty, devoid of any child-like light. Her hands are callused from handling staves, fingernails kept short through constant biting. Aelitha, despite her young age, despite her child-life appearance, despite her noble semblance...

...is ultimately a whimsical girl, one who has seen enough death and despair that she no longer thinks too heavily about such things. A mercenary working alone, she's prone to speaking to herself, vocalizing her thoughts whenever she's not on the job. Despite her lone wolf nature though, she's a dependable leader if it came down to it, having had many chances to sponge up the strategies and tactics of other leaders that she had worked under. Combine that with an increasingly potent woman's intuition, and Aelitha has the potential of being a rather capable second-in-command...but only when she feels like it. She derives pleasure from watching plans come together, and likes to spend her money on quirky accessories or specialty foods, even though Aelitha has no actual experience with fashion and fine meals. Independent, there's nothing to hold her down. Resolute, she makes her decisions and then sees it through. Selfish, anything she does should benefit her in some way.

There's only one thing that she follows. A single sentence that she says from time to time.

“Even if the captain is evil, doesn't mean their soldiers are.”

Biography: The only daughter of Alier Velone and Lacie Burrows, two merchants running a rather popular grocery shop in a town in Rosanne. Helping out with menial tasks ever since she became old enough to walk, Aelitha became a rather responsible person rather early. She learned how to cook alongside her mother when she was seven, and by the time she was nine, she had already started to run her shop herself. While she was still uneducated, as most female commoners were, Aelitha's work ethic was enough to get her noticed by the town's healer, and thus, she became that man's apprentice. Her little brother was going to be born soon, and the family would benefit from extra income. With those thoughts in mind, Aelitha strove towards the path of being a healer, learning the ways of the staff.

In three years, at the age of 12, the young girl had become a healer with potent enough abilities that she could begin working along. Yet at the same time, with these powers, she was at the stage of life where she wanted to do more. Adolescence was an interesting period of life, after all. After 12 years of obediently living with her parents and doing what she was told, Aelitha was finally wondering what she wanted to do with her own life. For that, she had thought about it for a long time. Thought about the consequences, the reactions, the sustainability, the future. And finally, it was not herself who took the first step, but her father, Alier Velone, who asked her what she wanted to do with her life.

Though she did not know it at the time, she was following his footsteps. Though she inherited her appearance from her mother, Aelitha had inherited her father's wanderlust.

The horse had already been prepared for her, a gentle mare accustom to travelling long distances. New staves were already purchased, wrapped up in a neat bundle. Her family had already set aside money for that day.

When she was thirteen, having learned to read maps, ride horses, and set up game traps, the girl said good bye to her parents and left her nest.

Four memorable, hard, tragic, funny, nostalgic years passed as she travelled the world, offering her services to anyone who would have her. Now, she was in the theocratic kingdom of Plegia, a Troubadour for hire.

Quirks: Aelitha has an interesting habit of scouring the fields of battle after victory had been achieved, looking for injured soldiers who had been abandoned by their allies so she could nurse them back to health and send them running off on their way. A habit that has gotten her in trouble more than once in her career.
Strengths: Mobile healing, Capable of adapting to new situations and allegiances quickly, Thinking up fancy plans
Weaknesses: Close combat against anyone with a sharp weapon, Arrows (to the knee), Her own mercy healings, Lotsa money, Dealing with stubborn idiots
Likes: Rare dishes, Travelling, Camping out, MONEY, Her job, Little kids, Perfectly executed plans, Making people believe in lies, Knights
Dislikes: Archers, Arrows, Flying horses, Being in the same place for too long, Bad food, Men who don't know how to do household chores, Rich people who are stingy, Leeroy Jenkins-type people
Romantic Interest: No one in particular, but she does seem to smile at boys younger than her the most. Something to do with an inherent attraction to their naivety.
Other:

Name: Kalar Pallax
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Birthday: July 21st
Class: Hero
Allied to: Nobody (He is a mercenary who has fallen upon hard times)
Weapons: Steel Sword, Steel Axe, Silver Sword (heavily used, but kept in good repair), Vulnerary 3/3 
Appearance: [img]http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/b95292fbd4cdba9855403ab7775b7c99/http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c247/AnimePhotoGallery/Anime/Anime%20Guys/ShadowWarrior4.jpg[/img]
Personality: Very dark and mysterious. Once paid, he will be loyal until the contract is over. It is possible to bring him to make alliance with him if able to convince him with a good reason. If given a right cause, he would be willing to die for it. He does not engage in conversation with others; others have to start to speak with him before he will respond. 
Biography: Walking across the land, this man has traveled, never staying in one place. Nobody knows from where he hails, only that he leaves a wake of blood behind him. In far-out countries, he is rumored to have fought in their wars, allowing the side he is on to win. Then, the next day, he may be killing the same side he was just on. It is said, though, that he once settled for a time, where he gave up the sword so he could settle once and for all. The villagers were wary at first, but seeing he simply wanted to live in peace, they let him alone. After two years, he left for a bit, so he could gather supplies. When he got back, the entire village he was staying in was annihilated. Many rumors say it was because the ruler of a opposing lord wanted Kalar to join his army, but the mercenary had refused too. Others say he went berserk and killed everyone there. Whatever may be speculated, because of this tragedy, he has never stopped moving. 

Quirk: Likes to keep to himself. May be heard muttering to himself. 

Strengths: Able to move around fast (Dodge and Movement), Uses more finesse than strength
Weakness: Does not trust people so he will want the full information, even if it is critical to keep it silent. Also, he is not very physically strong. 

Likes: Wilderness, swordplay, to blacksmith, cooking
Dislikes: Brutality on the battlefield, people, liars
Romantic Interest: N/A

Username: Eklispe

Name: Accel

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Birthday: Feb. 18

Class: Myrmidon

Allied to? : Shepherds

Weapons: Killing edge X2, Storm sword, Vulnerary 3/3

Appearance: Well since my previous image was scorned :*( I made my own, just a little thinner and shorter than the picture. Also he has sheaths for his two killing edges like the sword master has in awakening. And finally the sword on his back is his Storm Sword
[img] https://scontent-a-pao.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/t1/1661783_472497106206010_1167691493_n.jpg[/img]

Personality: Accel is very curious because he doesn't have a lot of real world experience. He wants to help people who can't help themselves but this often leads to him acting naive. His hate of Darrian and his men can also lead to rash decisions. When training in the military he was always the best and received praise from his instructors so he can be overconfident about his skills as well, however he has decided he wants to be the best sword master so if he finds someone superior he will start training until he is better.

Biography: Lived in a city with father as a simple flower shop owner and his mother supporting him. Every week a richly dressed man with bodyguards came into the shop and let with a bag of coins. One night he heard his father and mother whispering about something and how they would have to send Accel away. 

Then next morning they told him they he would be joining the army to help protect his nation. Accel went through basic training and was selected for a special unit of sword users. He stayed for about a month before he was given a day off for a holiday.

He immediately went to see his parents but there was no one in the shop and it was boarded up. He asked one of the passersby how long the shop had been closed for and learned it had been about a month. When he inquired further the passerby also told him that there was a rumor that the couple living there couldn't pay the heavy taxes and were killed. Accel linked the rich man to a tax collector and the tax collector to their “wonderful exalt” Darrian. He decided the Darrian was responsible for his parent’s death and left the army. He heard a rumor that Darrian had ordered the Shepherds to be killed and decided he had to find them and see if he could help fight against Darrian.

Quirk: Always has a flower with him.

Strengths: His sheath drawing and alternation of his two killing edges overwhelm most opponents quickly and his Storm blade is usually totally unexpected allowing him to score at least one vital hit.

Weaknesses: Doesn't know enough swordplay to do well in a prolonged fight, Can’t take a hit very well, Can be naive at times, can be rash if provoked

Likes: Animals, Swordplay, Meat 

Dislikes: Animal abuse, Innocents being hurt, Darrian

Romantic interest: Female

Username: TentacleLord

Name: Logan

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Birthday: March 5th

Class: Dark Mage

Allied to?: The ones who promise him the best experience.

Weapons: 
-Dying Blaze(Looks to be falling apart.)
-Mire
-Thunder

Clothing: The basic clothing of one of Plegia's dark mages, adorned with a large coat for colder climates.

Appearance: Skinny and pale, with dark shaggy hair that falls past his chin, with the back usually tied up. Behind his thick bangs lie sharp, exceptionally focused eyes, their dark color nearly indistinguishable from that of his hair. Upon Logan's forehead(usually kept well hidden behind the hair) is a tattoo that stretches across his face, wherein three eyes of Grima stare outward, etched in a vivid purple. More such tattoos mar his pale body, one running down each limb and a large, complex tattoo stretching across his back.
Overall Picture: http://imgur.com/fTFmpPc

Forehead Tattoos: [img] http://i.imgur.com/AJjiyB7.png?1[/img]

Personality: A seeker of knowledge. Is overactive in this pursuit, coming across as almost forceful in if something piques his interest. Easily swayed with the promise of new things to examine and learn. Turns hostile when refused or spurned away from people or things of interest, giving no head to himself or others. Treats everything he comes across as an experiment. While not ashamed of his past, doesn't like speaking about it(More specifically his tattoos) as it usually ruins any first impressions that could be made.

Biography: The young Logan was born in Plegia, in a dark temple that once housed thousands of the cultists of Grima. It was a dark place, lonely, with about thirty hopeless worshipers of the fell dragon wishing furiously in for their god to reawaken once more. The leader of the small band, an especially devout Grimleal, took it upon herself to make sure that Logan would be able to support the next bearer of the Fell Blood as the future of the failing religion. As soon as the youngest addition to the cultists was able to talk, he was told to join in on the rituals, both arcane and physical, and to offer his body and soul to Grima so that the dark god would stalk the land once more. 

Years past before anything brought change to Logan's cramped world. Upon his "true" ascension into the ranks of the Grimleal (A ritual that permanently carved the marks of Grima onto his skin) the young man was taken outside to see the horrors that the "heroes" of Naga had wrought. As his escort swayed and moaned, pointing to the hated light and the 'twisted, hateful, living creatures' the would-be cultist felt only a disturbing amount of interest in this thing that his 'family' feared. The temple was boring, with the people inside speaking worn-out phrases of hate and despair over and over, with only the darkness and the damp for company. Logan's decision was as set in stone as the words the priests of Grima recited. He began to plot to escape, taking renewed interest in the dark magic that his people constantly used, dissecting weapons and tools in order to slate his thirst for knowledge, taking to exploring by himself in order to find the best way to navigate the dark corridors of what was once his home, and now his prison. 

It would be another full year before Logan made his move. After making sure he had soaked up as much information as he could from his surroundings, the young man slipped away in the early hours of the morning, bearing powerful tomes and the most unique items he could get his hands on. His escape was quick as it was clean, with nary an alarm raised nor a swift arrow to the spine. For the first time in his life, Logan was able to go where he pleased. Unfortunately for him, that meant to the nearest roadway, where he was promptly and swiftly reported to the local authorities for his obvious affiliation with Grima. 

After confirming that the young man with the vibrant tattoos and the clothes of a dark mage didn't mean death to the living and the resurrection of the bearers of the Fell Blood(Mostly because the guards didn't want to upset a magi), the guards of the area reluctantly let him go, informing Logan that it wasn't wise to flaunt his markings if he was going to make it in the world. He took the words to heart as he left the city, before vanishing into the barren Plegian landscape for a time. He appeared in towns randomly, usually with more than a few scrapes and bruises. As his hair grew out, the questions about his origins faded away and he began to explore the people he had been warned about. Logan found that the more he asked questions, the more information he got, and the better questions he could ask. The young man began to feel the interest that spurned him to escape from his old life burn more and more as he discovered new things, and found unique ways to discover. He began to obsessively collect things that were viewed as rare, and dismiss any care for personal safety. He took on jobs that nearly killed him for a chance to see something that no-one else had, and began to spread out his searches even more.

He heard of the purge that the current Exalt of Ylisse was performing, and began to search for something that promised to soon not be of this world: The Shepards.

Quirk: Will eat absolutely anything once.

Strengths: Intelligence, inquisitiveness. 

Weaknesses: Lacks common sense. Will opt to go for rarity rather than function, and is greedy to a fault when it comes to discovering new things.

Likes: Knowledge, magic, tomes, rare things, interesting people, discovery, honesty, puzzles, hot weather, experiences of all sorts, life, death, sweet food, and observation

Dislikes: Liars, anti-intellectualism, people asking him questions, boring people, pain, damp places, cold weather, the Grimleal(only the cultists, he's fine with Grima)

Romantic Interest: None, but he's open to new experiences.

Other:

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