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[center][h1][color=red]Red Branch Company Leader[/color][/h1]
[h2][color=pink]Aria Gilnesse[/color][/h2]
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[center]Standing at 5ft 7in with a fair build and near flawless skin, (it does show slight scarring from working as expected from a soldier with her hands being the worst, hence her penchent for soft gloves). She has pink hair (its her natural hair color), and weighs approximately 56kg. She has managed to maintain an extremely youthful appearance even at the age of 44 years, likely due to having very good genes, and looking after herself. Even during her drunkard phase. [/center]

[hider=The Red Witch (Class Information)]
[b][color=red]Class:[/color][/b] Witch
[b][color=red]Level:[/color][/b] 10 
[b][color=red]Personal Skill:[/color][/b]
Superior Tactics : When Initating Combat, Unit makes a guranteed followup attack before the enemy can counterattack. Unit cannot double attack during the enemy phase. 
[color=red][b]Skills:[/b][/color] 
Shadowgift : Able to equip dark magic tomes of any type.
Witchs Brew : Chance to discover items on the battlefield. 

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[hider=Equipment] 
Luna (Tome)
Thunder (Tome)
Vulnary (x3)
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[hider=Back Story]
A Nuniel born citizen, Aria's life has been a long. She had been a trained and highly potent general in her younger years, leading a few notorious campaigns for Nuniel in the strife prior to the 20 years of peace. though there were many generals, many of which had had noticeable advancements on their own battlefields. Aria had a blatant youthful arrogance about her. She certainly had the perfect tactical mind in order to understand what losses had to be made yet the fact she enforced that War was just a game lead to her grossly underestimating an enemy, and in her callous arrogance, She made one of, if not the most bloody tactical blunder. Her entire White Branch Battalion. A force that had an neigh unbeatable track record for winning battles, completely decimated by a simple smoke and mirrors tactic to hide the enemies true numbers. 

Safe to say, the humiliation she suffered from her peers was great, in addition to that humiliation. She had her rank of General of Nuniels forces stripped from her and was demoted down to an officer for the remainder of the conflict. To say she fought with an almost suicidal vigour for the remainder of the conflict was an understatement. She was doing anything to get onto the front lines that wasn't directly breaking an order. 


When the War ended for everyone else... She was still stuck on that same battlefield. While many soldiers were able to reintegrate back into normal professions. She was one of the few that squandered her intellect, wallowing in her own guilt. The villages where she had previously been accepted before with open arms and a warm smile now kept their distance from the disgraced general that had got their sons and daughters killed. She deserved it, and with her slowly dwindling money, she would have drank herself into poverty.

That was until another cruical moment in her life happened. She was drinking again in a tavern when the village was attacked by a bandit skirmish. It was an uncommon occurance in the era of peace. But bandits [i]will[/i] be bandits. As a result of the era of peace, many of the villages weapons had fallen into partial disrepair, resulting in the villagers having poor equipment to fend off an attack. They were also unversed in tactics and were generally fighting like headless chickens.

Until a disgraced general kicked her way out of the tavern, red wine bottle in hand as she smashed it on the ground looking pissed off as all hell. Some villagers even thought she was possessed by something. This however wasn't entirely true. She just really wanted a fight, because a fight was the only thing she knew how to do right. 

The villagers hesitated to follow her orders at first. This woman whom had failed in the past, she'd probably get them killed. But her tone and presence forced the villagers fall back on her command. With the village now half on fire due to a bandit attack, she directed the men to secure an exit route for the mothers and children, whilst directing any excess villagers, armed with pitchforks and farming implement, to create an encircling manuever around the bandits which went off with a success.

Three quarters of the village was in ruins as a result of the fires. However the loss of life had been minimal as a result of her timely intervention. She took no reward from this instead opting to just not have to pay for the wine bottle she smashed. 

This single battle was what she needed to regain her confidence as a leader. Events lead into one another as she slowly moved across the country, and eventually she had founded the Red Branch mercenary company. summarily named after her old battalion. A white branch now stained red, She would honour her fallen allies that had fought by her side by continuing to fight alongside her new allies... She won't make the same mistake twice. 
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[hider=Sample Post]
Aria sighed softly as she drank another glass of the red wine inside the damp rudimentary Tavern. She didn't go to the city to drink because she couldn't bare showing her face there. Her outfit was modest unlike how it once was. Instead of purposely showing off her figure in order to strike fear and distraction into her enemies. She now simply covered up with a white shirt and tailored trousers, swirling the last little bit of liquid in her glass she drank it down. She looked up at the barmen.  [color=pink]"Another."[/color] She said tapping twice on the wooden top as she placed down another pair of coins. 

The Barmen sighed as he took her cup and wiped a class around it. "You know I am going to have to kick you out eventually when you run out of coins." They said to her with concern. "Still, are you just going to come in here every day quietly or are you going to be at least sociable. Your the only regular I have." They said with chuckle. Leading Aria frown once before resuming her stonefaced facade. [color=pink]"What do you want from me."[/color] Aria responded simply as if treating it as an exchange.

"How about a story, You know. I fought in that war too. I heard about what you did General." The Barmen said glancing at her with a wink. Leading Aria to slam her fist on the wooden tabletop. "Hey now. I wasn't going to touch any nerves. But I just wanted to know what happened." They said softly wiping down the spilled drink of wine quickly with a towel as they looked at her patiently. "To sweeten the deal, I'll also refund your spilt drink." 

Aria rolled her eyes. [color=pink]"I miscalculated the enemies numbers..."[/color] She said simply tailing of as  she began thinking back to that fateful day on the battlefield. What had appeared to be a 30 man enemy vanguard which they had all believed to have been the scouting party for the enemy. Had actually turned out to be the entire main force. Which had moved there slowly under-nightfall. So the fact she had taken her brigade into that dense mountainous battlefield. Well, they were beseeched from all sides. 

"Lost in thought are we?" The Barmen interrupted. Snapping her back to cruel reality. "I don't see how a single mistake like that results in an entire battalion being wiped out. " Aria sighed at the Barmen's observation. [color=pink]"I had pushed my forces deep into the mountain territories on foot. In order to best utilise the terrain, So when we were ambushed from the front and back by the enemy forces, we couldn't move fast enough to escape due to the lack of horseback or dragon riders[/color]

"How many do you think you took down before you got out of there?" The Barmen said as they reached under the counter in order to procure a new glass bottle of wine. Popping the cork and pouring it as they planted it in front of her. Aria taking it and downing it. [color=pink]"I never quite managed to measure the true size of the enemy forces, but I'd say we cut their numbers by at least in half. But half isn't good enough if the resulting defeat leads to a loss of territory that had only been recently acquired."[/color] Aria spoke, her voice twinged with a hint of spite, mostly at the people that ridiculed her not towards the barmen keeping her company

"Last Question. How many got out?" The Barmen said nodding their head slowly. Aria's voice cracked a little at the response. [color=pink]"12. 12 people out of a 260 man battalion. A Knight, four archers, six Cleric's and myself."[/color] Aria looked down at the tabletop in shame. "Strange, and here I heard the white branch had so many good military endeavours. Thanks in part to their General whom knew her way around handling an army better then I know my way around handling a bar." The Barman said laughing causing to Aria to scowl. That laugh emanating from the old wizened man sounded familiar to the disgraced General. "Sorry but follow up question.  Do you know what happened to the others that got out?" The Barman asked 

[color=pink]"No. I only know they were spaced out among the other forces like myself. I pray that they are at least better off."[/color]  Aria said tracing her finger around the rim of the cup that had once  contained the sweet  red wine that dulled her senses and let her go off to a somewhat fake happy place. Before looking up and staring the man in the eyes [color=pink]"Whats it to you?"[/color] She said frowning slightly at his inquisitive nature. She would much prefer to keep to herself.

"Nothing much, I was just curious why your hanging around here. Letting folk get to you. What was it you told your men. Something about 'the things worth doing were the things you believed in'?" The Barmen laughed again. "By the gods I remember how you came in all fiery when people were thinking you couldn't do it. How you gripped that darn troubadour by his collar and threatened to discharge him with the highest disgrace you could muster." The old bartender kept laughing at this. Thinking back to his days serving in the white branch, he was an old man even then.

Aria blinked at him, the gears clicking slowly in her half-drunk brain. [color=pink]"Branholdt? What the hell are you doing!"[/color] The now disgraced general said in surprise staring at the much older, once heavy armoured knight, 12 years had not been kind to him. [color=pink]"I'm living out my retirement."[/color] The Old man laughed softly. "Yet you still have work to do. Come on General, ya think ye honouring your dead comrades by wallowing in your own guilt? I think not, come now."

Suddenly a villager burst into the bar panicked. The villager, a man named Wallace looked at the two, the barmen and the disgraced general, and cried out something that would spur Aria to action. [color=gray]"Bandits! Bandits attacking the village."[/color] Wallace said with a frantic screech. The poor mans eyes were tearing up as a result of the smoke from the fires beginning to rage outside.

Old Branholdt eyed Aria at the side of their eye. "Well Mam, Seems like you got a job to do." They said with a wink. Aria nodded slowly and picked up  the bottle, taking a swig. [color=pink]"Well I'm partially drunk, I'm in a real sad state, and now I feel like I should of done better. So lets go crack some head. Wallace! Get as many of the physically able adults together as possible.  Hell if I let some damn bandits this damned village."[/color] The disgraced General said fervently. A familiar fire burning within her chest as she walked out the door. Turning back to Branholdt as she smiled softly. [color=pink]"I forgot to tell you. Good work Soldier!"[/color] She said giving him a salute, which caused the old man to smile back. She then turned and left. She had a village to defend.

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