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(Finding guys in full plate wielding spears is hard, so let's just say this is a spear.)
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[color=00a651]Name:[/color] George Gallagher
[color=00a651]Age:[/color] 20

[color=00a651]Class:[/color] Knight
[color=00a651]Level:[/color] 1

[color=00a651]Personal Skill:[/color] 
[i]Optimism:[/i] This unit recovers 150% the usual HP when healed by a staff

[color=00a651]Skills: [/color]
[i]Defense +2:[/i] Increases Defense by 2.

[color=00a651]Equipment:[/color]  
- Iron Lance
- Vulnerary x2

[color=00a651]Story:[/color] 
Born to a wealthy family in Coris, George experienced a significant portion of his life from the perspective of a nobleman - he was pampered, waited upon, and the only actual exertion he experienced was the voluntary exercising he performed every few days. Hunger was never a real concern and his father, an arms dealer, experienced regularly traded with Nuniel and lining the family coffers. George was satisfied with his destined future of taking over the family business, and never experienced that call for freedom that seemed so common among the wealthy. 

At the age of 18, the family estate was robbed - his father killed while trying to keep the rest of the family hidden. This event traumatized George and, against his Mother's wishes, he immediately began to train so he could one day get his vengeance. Six months went by, and while he was far from a disciplined warrior, he was ready to find the killer - George left his Mother and Younger Brother, the latter of which took up the family business. With no leads to go on, George turned to the mercenaries that always were present in the Coris forces - and after being turned away from many of them as well, one man finally suggested a company that could help George find his prey.

With the help of a wagon and Mules commisioned by his Younger Brother, George finally found the Red Branch Company. It only took a bit of convincing and some bribes to get within their ranks from there.

[color=00a651]Sample Post: [/color]
George awoke with a start, reaching for his Lance. The hot air on his face ceased as he rose and, pointing the blade, George sighed. Cocoa, unlike her brother, did not enjoy sleeping outside. And it seemed, like usual, she had climbed into the wagon and tried to claim the blanket for herself. George kneeled down, petting the mule gently so as not to wake her.

[color=00a651]"One of these days I might end up hurting you, girl."[/color]

George immediately began his morning ritual - he washed up with some of the water he kept in the back of the wagon, shined his armor, and then proceeded the long process of donning it. He had it custom-made, and he could wear it all day before it grew tiresome. As the sun rose in the distance, George began to cook breakfast for the early risers in the company, sitting next to Gus as he did so. The mule was absentmindedly chewing on some feed as he watched the fire.

With many of his teammates fed, George proceeded to feed his two favorite members - the mules eagerly consumed the bag of feed, before eventually finishing. With that, George tied them up to the wagon and prepared for the journey to the next battle.

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A days march later and camp was set up once more. While the others set up tents, George cooked dinner using more of the Company provisions. Mother always said that it'd be easy to find a wife if he could cook! Not that it mattered, on the battlefield, but he was glad to pitch in any way he could to the team. After everyone had their fill, George took the remnants and had them for dinner. Climbing into the wagon, he proceeded to remove his armor, make his 'bed' and lied down. As he did so, with a second or two of contemplation, he laid down one of the spare blankets on the other side of the wagon. If Cocoa was going to sleep in here, it would be best for her to not wake him up so early again.

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