[hider=Eizabeth][color=8dc73f]Name:[/color]
Elizabeth

[color=8dc73f]Age: [/color]
27

[color=8dc73f]Appearance: [/color]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/F2BR0xh.png[/img]

[color=8dc73f]Weapon: [/color]
A heavy long sword, and her own ability to use magic runes, namely those of Fire, Water and Darkness. The long sword, though ornate and beautiful like in the picture, is still a long sword, and carries all the perks and disadvantages of a long sword being a long sword. It is longer than most long swords however. The rune magic is of course magic cast through runes, needing a specific rune to cast a specific spell. It can also be etched onto things to enchant them, though if the rune fades the enchantment will also fade. It, of course, needs to be actually drawn, and to cast them for effects like a fireball or the likes would need her to take out the black talon she carries around to actually use them.

[color=8dc73f]Hobbies: [/color]
Rune magics, training in them, and singing. The first two were obvious. Power was rather enticing for her, plus it helps her get stronger so her sister doesn't have to. The last... the last was a secret. It was something she does alone when no one is watching, somewhere secluded. It soothes and calms her, as if singing was her natural state.

[color=8dc73f]Assets: [/color]
Aside from being a rather well to do family and may still have pull among her people, she could, with time and enough talons, enchant quite a lot of things. Other than that, she has that certain type of charisma, being able to naturally pull people towards her, though her boisterous nature kept her from really exploiting that save as her position as the eldest daughter of the house. Sorting out servants and dealing with such and such was second nature to her, though she was more effective with those below her status as royalty, again, due to her own nature.

[color=8dc73f]Liability:[/color]
Her love and her own overprotective nature for her own sister. It was hard to just... let her go when she had been protecting her, watching over her, for most of their life. There is nothing she would not do for her, and if she had to kill herself for her sister, then she would do it with a smile. This extends to her youngest sibling, Arash, as well, though to a lesser extent due to him being rather physically fit.

[color=8dc73f]Brief Summary: [/color]
As the eldest daughter, she was expected to carry on the traditions and name of the family, and her own upbringing reflected that. With her high magic potential, she was slated to be a magician by her own right, as was customary of the family, though she was trained in other things as well, such as history, mathematics, elegance and the likes. It never really went well, since she wasn't interested in magic at that point.

Of course, she took care of her little sister as best she could as well. Carmella was always the sickly type, so Elizabeth made a point of visiting her every now and then. When the war started, she paid it little attention doing only the barest minimum required of her, for she was busy with her own duties. What was the use of worrying about something when there were ministers and generals who could worry about it AND do something about it as well. Worrying about something that would probably last just a few months or so before the might of their kingdom was a fruitless endeavor. 

Or so she thought.

During one of their travels throughout the country, she and her sister's entourage was attacked, apparently under the misguided belief that it was carrying some important cargo. It was then that her little sister was injured, it was then that she truly fell into rage. Pulling out the black etching talon, she carved out a rune in midair, manifesting a fireball that engulfed the attackers. Rallying what was left of the guards and utilizing her own magical talents, she managed to push back the raid just enough to be able to retreat, forcing pursuit to cease as she laid down trap after trap upon the land until the etching talon broke. It was an attack that seemed to burn fresh in her memories regardless of how much time passed. It was after all, the first day that she had ever killed someone else, and the first time she had failed her sister so badly.

Elizabeth took the war more seriously after that, training more in her arts, and actively taking to the field in the war. It was then that she grew closer to that... someone, that knight, who seemed to never waver from his ideals. However, he seemed rather fixated on something he called a greater danger, something her sister believe in wholeheartedly. She herself was a lot more cynical on that, a war doesn't really need a fanciful dark figure in the background to pull strings to start, but since her sister believed in it, she was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt.

That was why she wasn't sure of what to believe, when the knight arranged a meeting with two of the royal family from the other side of the war. The other two did show up, but the ambush that happened next? That was highly unbelieveable. When forces from Nohr showed up, she was convinced at that moment she and her sister was set up, but when forces from her own kingdom showed up and started attacking them... It was more than what she could wrap her head around.

Thus, here she was, exiled and reviled as traitors with her sister. Whatever that was happening, it seemed enough to influence even Mikoto.[/hider]
[hider=Carmella]
[color=6ecff6]Name: [/color]
Carmella 

[color=6ecff6]Age: [/color]
24

[color=6ecff6]Appearance:[/color] 
[img]http://i.imgur.com/aNjxn1E.png[/img]

[color=6ecff6]Weapon: 
[/color]A longsword, and a shield. Both are exactly what they are.

[color=6ecff6]Hobbies: [/color]
Due to her being rather sickly when she was younger, she liked arts quite a lot. Whether it was painting, reading or music, she liked all those. They allow her to escape, even for a brief moment, into another world. Worlds where things were made right eventually, and the heroes always win. For one who was bedridden most of the time back then, it was her only respite and comfort when her sister wasn't around. Even when she had gotten healthier, they remained her most cherished things.

[color=6ecff6]Assets: 
[/color]She has soft features and a kind disposition, making it easier for her to actually talk to people. Its enough to make people lower their guards more around her, making some people show better disposition towards her. Secondly, she has knowledge over a broad variety of things, especially about medicine, treatment, and the likes. It was born of a desire to help her sister, so she does not have to bear a lot of burdens. 

[color=6ecff6]Liability: [/color]
Her indecisiveness. She is unlikely to make a decision quick, since she has a tendency to really mull over the merits of her choices, especially decisions she deems as important or ones that affects a lot more people than just her.

[color=6ecff6]Brief Summary: [/color]
Her sister had always protected her.

Even when she was smaller, because of her weaker body, her sister would have her back towards her, protecting her from whatever may come. If there was any hard things she was facing, her sister will come and help her, regardless of what happens. In the early peaceful days, she was content to let her sister deal with the hard things. Even when the war started, she was barred from actually fighting by her sister herself. It was not something she was resentful of however; she did not like to really fight, and hoped her sister and the rest of the army can finish the war as quickly as possible.

A raid on one of their regular travels changed that view however. Her guards was killed left and right, and she herself had come face to face with an enemy soldier. She put up a pitiful show of resistance, before being injured badly. Her sister managed to rescue her before the soldier killed her, but the look of pain an anguish on her sister's face as she saw the wound was worse than any wounds Carmella could have received. The desperate battle afterwards as they tried to retreat only served to further hammer home the fact that she was helpless without her sister. 

From that day on, she trained.

She trained until she felt like dying. But dying was a better fate than seeing that expression on her sister's face again. Her body strengthened, and her own skill grew. Soon she was a better swordsman than her own sister, having a more refined technique to make up for her lack of magic. In her trainings, she met a knight, one of their own, who had a rather terrifying theory. But from all that she had read, and all that she knew, it seemed highly plausible, for the two kingdoms had been at peace with each other for years. A sudden war declared between them was odd to say the least.

Her sister wasn't convinced however. Carmella could hardly blame her. It seemed highly farfetched, and wars had happened for lesser reasons. But she had a feeling it was correct. 

The knight arranged a secret meeting between them and two of the other kingdom's royalty. It seemed earnest, even if what happened next made it seemed like there was a traitor among them. She and her sister was completely innocent, for her sister rather disliked this sort of subtle intrigue and whatnot. The two from the other kingdom? They fought alongside them, so they can't be the traitor. Not unless there was a bigger plan for them in the works.

It was worrying, but she was more worried about her sister. In this new life they were about to lead, how would one such as she survive? 

Perhaps this time, she would be the one to support her sister.
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