[@Fabricant451] On a scale from Kate Moss to Donna Moore, how stronk? [@Matador] Noted~ Say hello to the early pre-promote by the way. [hider=Marcus.. wait, no Phillipe] [center][img]https://orig03.deviantart.net/7f4f/f/2015/004/2/9/astal_by_home7654-d8cljfs.png[/img][/center] Name: Phillipe Ecruz Title: Mage General of Etruria, "The Cold Sorceror", Count Emmenz of Etruria Age: 33 Class: Sage Sexuality: Bisexual, preference for men Home: Eburacum Equipment: Fire Tome, Fimbulvetr Tome Economy: 500 Personality: Phillipe is not what you'd expect from a noble. He is neither a man of sinister plots, nor is he a man of great honor. No, instead he's about as average as a person can get. His everyday rituals consist of making the beds, getting up before daybreak, lighting up the campfires, gentle chatter that hardly offends anyone. He is very cautious and careful regarding more or less everything. The only thing that parts him from the rest is his seeming lack of loyalty to the crown, and that he is far more clever than his demenour and appearance may seem. His loyalties lie instead with his own mind, in the sense that he chooses his sides based on what he finds logical. And this is something the nobles of Etruria highly dislikes as a whole, as his wonderful skills with spellcraft is well renowned.. which leaves him a threat. Neither very charismatic nor a leader type, his role as Mage General of Etruria is purely down to his abilities in the field. Presumably. His skills have never graced battle before, only jousts and contests, and so he himself frequently downplays his own strengths. Sadly his thirst for both blood and excitement not only rivals but outtrumps that of the youths he surrounds himself with, despite his skills in hiding it, and glory is a thing he seeks. A champion of the jousting fields, and mercy he hardly knows. [hider=Example Post] Ah, the shining sun. The gentle tune of the birds. A good day to wake up to. The nobleman stood gently up from his sleeping bag and with meticulous care he folded it and placed it into his backpack. His breakfast was already prepared the evening prior, some dried meat with a little salad, giving him the nutrients he needs for the early morning. After munching down his food, he gathered his tools and items together nefore taking a deep whif of the fresh, slightly salty, air in his beloved home island. His lips were curled in a gentle, genuine smile before continuing his little trek. [/hider] Alignment: Lawful Evil Simple description: Phillipe is a simple man, adorning simple robes with a slight cold vibe to their blue-grey-ish tones. Although the garments seems highly plain and boring to the eye, the many pockets hidden on the inside which keeps enough space for even his heavy tomes are perfect for the magician. He also tends to keep his bangs and top hair tied up in a pony tail that falls far down his back, which enhances his rather feminine features. Level: 1 Basestats: Allocate points to the following stats. You have 45 points available at level 1, with 3 extra per level above (level 2: 48, level 3: 51 etcetcetc). [list] [*]Health Points: 24 [*]Magic: 9 [*]Skill: 9 [*]Speed: 10 [*]Luck: 2 [*]Defense: 4 [*]Resistance: 9 [/list] Growths: Allocate the odds for levelups in the following stats. You have 360% available to allocate, or if you're promoted already you have 200% [list] [*]Health Points: 30% [*]Magic: 40% [*]Skill: 25% [*]Speed: 40% [*]Luck: 5% [*]Defense: 25% [*]Resistance: 35% [/list] [/hider] And a non-Etrurian~ [hider=Loli PegKnight] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c3/55/76/c35576108cb790744da9a35ebf7195c5--anime-girls-warrior-evil-anime-girl.jpg[/img][/center] Name: Florenne Phila Title: "The White Spear" Age: 20 Class: Pegasus Knight Sexuality: Bisexual (No preference) Home: Edessa of Ilia Equipment: Slim Lance, Javelin Economy: 500 Personality: Pride. Honor. Kindness. The three ingredients that form this mercenary from the cold North-East. Riding her beautiful mount with pride, fending of bad people with her honorable lance and helping out those in need regardless if they can pay or not, she holds herself in high spirit at most times. When she doesn't ride to battle however, she seems to be a highly friendly and gossipy type of girl, and she absolutely [i]loves[/i] to talk about people's strange and less attractive quirks. Perhaps she just feels a little low on spirits when it comes to very specific things? She certainly holds that air of insecurity when she talks, despite how much she loves to do it. Her youth is only visible in everyday manners, for in battle she maintains a highly focused and skillful air, as if she's no commoner to battle. And that is by no means a lie either, since she's been in almost constant battle as a mercenary for the last ten or so years, even claiming a title that fits her to a tee; The White Spear. Amongst the mercenaries of Ilia as well as the bad bandits rampaging over the Sacaen plains know of her and her lance with brutal and frightening memories. She holds no mercy for those that push the poor men even further down. And neither does her beloved mare, Fiora. [hider=Example Post] "Hmh, another bandit raid is it?" She muttered softly to herself, hidden by the clouds. Her grip on her lance tightened while her eyes peered onto the foul oafs with great interest, examining them and their stances before finally placing her heels into the flanks of her white mare. The gentle flapping of her beautiful steed ends, and instead aims down, nosediving towards the group fearlessly. And within seconds, she's claimed the life of the leader and his right hand, routing the group immediately. Her glare lingered on them, but noting them to be of no threat to the farmers around anymore, she relaxed in her seat. "Fiora, please place me down, would you, dearest darling?" Dismounting, she gave her mare a soft pat on it's muzzle, handing it a carrot to chew on before stepping over to the local farmers. [i]God, why must everyone be so... bloody tall?[/i] She thought softly to herself, though her smile showed nothing of it. "Hello! How are you? Are you well? The crops, they're growing well?" She began, leaving the poor man with no room to answer any of her questions. "Hey, did you see that guy? Yeah, the one I pierced the skull of? Did you see his [i]face[/i]? How gross! I feel I gave him a good service today!" And before the man could respond, she turned on her heels, wiggling her fingers in a goodbye while blinking an eye, "Todeloo~" And she was off. [/hider] Alignment: Neutral/Chaotic Good Simple description: Florenne adores her white armor, consisting of a fine molded breastplate, knee-high boots and a gentle battleskirt. She also wears a far too expensive helmet, beautifully forged with gemstones priding it. However she could afford that with her salary is up to debate, but anyways. Below her armor, she wears a spaceous tunic and underwear, as anything more is too warm. Sadly for her, all of her armor and clothing is made for children. And so, her short stature of barely 4" is what makes itself the most obvious, despite her maternal figure. Level: 1 Basestats: [list] [*]Health Points: 19 [*]Strength: 4 [*]Skill: 6 [*]Speed: 7 [*]Luck: 3 [*]Defense: 3 [*]Resistance: 3 [/list] Growths: Allocate the odds for levelups in the following stats. You have 360% available to allocate, or if you're promoted already you have 200% [list] [*]Health Points: 80% [*]Strength: 35% [*]Skill: 65% [*]Speed: 50% [*]Luck: 35% [*]Defense: 55% [*]Resistance: 40% [/list] [/hider]