GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Ciradyl Ianthyra

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Race: Faye

Origin: Osprey

COMBAT INFORMATION

Class: Bard

Weapon:
Heart-String
Heaven's Chorus

Inventory:

• A few potion flasks.
• Quiver & Arrows
• Spare bow strings
• Swimsuit
• Elegant Dress
• Plain clothes
• Dried Fruit

Materia:

• Sense
• Long Range

Limit Breaks:
A Dreamer's Requiem - A soothing, captivating melody is played on the violin that reinvigorates the stamina of nearby allies. This increases their speed, strength, and resistance to mind-altering effects for a short time. The song may be played for longer to increase the duration of its effect.

PERSONAL INFORMATION

Appearance Details:
Ciradyl possesses an hourglass-like figure and is somewhat short for a Faye at 6'1". Her snow-white hair is often kept up in a ponytail when she is travelling but will leave it down when resting at a town or city. She has mint-colored eyes that are normally the most expressive part of her features. Ciradyl's skin nearly matches her hair and only serves to make her typically vibrant choice of clothing more distinctive. She lacks the muscle definition of a typical soldier or adventurer but is in good, general fitness.

Personality:
Ciradyl is a melancholic Faye that rarely shows her true feelings through expressions or pitches in her tone. The hints of emotion are subtle and require a keen eye or some time spent with her. She is a confident speaker and has no trouble acting as the center of attention. Despite her typical coldness, Ciradyl easily dons any type of mask to suit her purposes though she will not do so around those who have earned her trust. The nature of her actions has led this trust to be hard to acquire.

The best way to understand Ciradyl is to listen to her play. When not performing in front of a crowd, her music is a reflection of her very thoughts and feelings. She feels as though there expressing them any other way is a waste of energy and willpower. Ciradyl is skeptical and pessimistic of most situations leading her to be cautious and plan her movements several steps in advance. There is nothing she detests more than being surprised.

Biography:
The only child of a wealthy merchant family, Ciradyl's parents immigrated to Osprey from Draanu Asnaeu shortly before she was born. They were quite strict with the young Faye, especially her father, about retaining the culture of their homeland. Countless sunrises were spent in the woods learning how to track and take down prey with a bow. Ciradyl fondly remembers these hunts despite the harsh methods in which she was taught. Her mother instructed her on proper etiquette befitting their position and pushed her to pursue the arts. One such trip to theatre in Kugane. It was her first true taste of the culture of Osprey and the performance ignited the spark that would push her to become a musician.

Her parents were quick to recognize their daughter's gift, a blessing from the heavens they came to believe from Etro herself. The mere act of listening to her singing seemed to imbue those who listened with a deeper and more acute understanding of their surroundings, as if the sound of her voice opened up their minds. Ciradyl first performed near a street closest to her house and quickly drew in a crowd. She performed music from Osprey and Draanu Asnaeu at first but as time went on she began to blend the two cultures into her own unique style. The performing arts became her main obsession and she learned many techniques from various masters to elevate her performances.

Taverns across Kugane began to hire her to perform which allowed her popularity to snowball. She would pack every tavern that she performed as they all tried to see the Faye Beauty with the voice of a goddess. Ciradyl continued to hunt with her father as her free time grew shorter and shorter. She shared everything with him and was her way to relax and unwind. Her mother attended nearly every show and was not afraid to gush about her talented daughter to anyone that would listen.

The war with Edren broke out shortly after Ciradyl landed a contract with a notable theatre. She performed as normal at first, the crowd often hosting a number of warriors either returning or leaving for the frontlines. Ciradyl poured her heart and soul into every performance, feeling as thought it was her duty to alleviate the worries of her patrons. This tranquil period did not last as the war began to turn against Osprey's favor. Her shows became less frequent and she began volunteering at hospitals to assist in the war effort, giving her insight into just how ugly the world could be.

The depression that fell upon the kingdom after their defeat at the hands of Edren tore at her heartstrings. Valheim's invasion soon after shredded them. War that had felt like a distant horror was now running amok in her home. Ciradyl did not think such acts of evil could be done but the Valheimians showed her the error of her naivety. Her parents were both killed in the collateral damage and most of their fortune was pillaged by Valheim save for what Ciradyl could carry. Osprey had lost before it had known it was under attack. She, however, would carry on the fight in her own way.

Ciradyl spent the next years establishing a network of spies and informants within the city of Kugane and establishing herself as a popular figure among the occupation force. Officers to foot soldiers came to see her performances with some attempting to court the Faye. This proved to be a useful source of information that Ciradyl expanded upon with time. Her fight would be one of subtlety and subterfuge, waiting for the day when they could overthrow their occupiers under a true leader.

Traits:

• Loves the outdoors
• Meticulous and organized
• Tea-connoisseur
• Habitual reader.
• Hopeless romantic
• Broken optimist
• Often lost in her own thoughts

Relationships:

Feron Ianythra - Ciradyl's father and main instructor for the bow. He was killed during the defense of Kugane after refusing to surrender his home.

• Irella Ianythra - Ciradyl's mother and number one supporter of her music. She was slaughtered after refusing to allow a Valheimian officer to take over their manor.
• Ciradyl is well-known in Kugane and surrounding areas, thought her name is not well known outside of Osprey

Name: Robin Fey

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Race: Sollan

Origin: Edren





Class: Swords(wo)man

Weapon: A spada da lato, broader then a rapier but still quite slender, for swift thrusting and slashing attacks. She also possesses a small side-dagger for emergencies, but prefers the far flashier and larger blade.

Inventory:

• Her spada da lato and dagger
• Potions
• Rations
• Travelling Kit
• Surprisingly Warm Cape
• Spare Clothes

Materia:

• Light(used to create flashes and bursts of damaging light along her sword)
• Cover

Limit Breaks: Flash Rose: A series of swift and near-simultaneous sword-thrusts, four in total targeting the upper right, upper left, lower right, and lower left of the target. The final strike is a vertical slash which briefly lingers as a shimmering line of light before bursting, the end result vaguely resembling a rose for a single instant.



Appearance Details: At roughly 154 cm/5'1, Robin doesn't stand particularly tall at all. However, her slender build, taste in fashion, and androgynous appearance and voice all result in many who meet her to mistake her for a short young man as opposed to a young lady. Her high-speed and agility-focused swordplay techniques leave her athletic but not heavily muscled, possessing a very slim physique.

Personality: Robin seeks the adoration and attention of the masses. Not by being bard of great fame or other sort of performer. No, she wants her earn the adoration of the people by becoming a hero of the people. Possessed of a deep affinity towards heroic tales of ages past, Robin styles herself as a flashy and heroic figure, intervening whenever possible for the sake of the innocent. In her eyes, she can become a hero by helping others, by stopping those who would engage in wicked acts towards the innocent.

Confident in herself and her capabilities, Robin throws herself wholly into this mindset. When there are eyes on her, she conducts herself in a theatrical and flashy manner, practically impossible to miss. It isn't merely an act, however, this style of heroic figure is entirely who Robin aspires to be. Helper of the downtrodden, defender of the weak, and a shining figure who embraces justice.

However, when she's alone, it may become far more clear that Robin harbors doubts in herself she tries to ignore. Deep inside, a small part of her fears that rather then seeking to be a hero for the sake of others, she instead seeks to be a hero entirely for her own sake. Her love of praise and adoration certainly drives many of her actions. Is it possible that she's simply tricking herself into thinking that she wants to be a hero for genuine reasons?

Regardless, Robin loves stories of heroism, and is quite a gregarious and talkative person most of the time. Indeed, Robin dislikes being alone, and will become despondent when faced with loneliness. She prefers men's fashion, though this is at least in part because she is very self-conscious of her own appearance and believes she doesn't look good in more feminine wear. She is quite passionate about food, but is a terrible cook herself(much to her dismay).

While she will do her best to charm others, she is almost entirely oblivious to the affects this can have. To put it simply, anyone attempting to flirt would have to beat her over the head with it.

Biography: Robin's first clear memories were of being cold and alone. Not a single eye fell upon her. Few people acknowledged her existence at all. Clad in nothing but rags, she wandered aimlessly, dully, clinging to vague images of barely-remembered smiles. Despite her very young age, some part of her had long since concluded that she likely wouldn't survive much longer.

It was in this state of dull, mindless resignation that hope suddenly entered her life.

A man reached out to her and took her hand, picking her up in his remaining arm, and bringing her to safety. Over the next few weeks, he nursed the malnourished and nearly dead young girl back to health, giving her the first warm food she could ever remember tasting and tending to her various injuries.

Given this was the first kindness she could remember experiencing, beyond vague images of happy smiles, Robin's first words to him were wondering why he had done this.

The one-armed man never explained. He did introduce himself, however, as Ardor Fey, and continued to care for her. During this time, where she could barely leave bed, he regaled her with tales of heroes of ages past. Robin could only conclude that he was one of these heroes as well.

Over time, she grew stronger, and could soon leave bed and explore her surroundings. The small house that she had been brought to was just outside of a large village, where she would occasionally venture to run errands.

Having long since noticed the weapons and armor Ardor kept in his home, with the memories of the heroes of old and the adoration directed towards them filling her mind, Robin begged to be taught how to fight.

Reluctantly, he ultimately agreed, and gave her daily instruction.

With each day that passed by, Robin proved that she took to her adoptive father's training like it was practically her life's purpose. Each night, fantasies of heroism played out in her mind. Of the love and adoration of the people, of never having to face the cold and dark alone.

All these years later, those fantasies have never faded.

Ardor was not a young man when he saved Robin's life, and he had now become quite aged. But he didn't wish to halt his daughter in her desire to do good for other people.

He bid her to lead a life better then he had.

Robin took these words to heart. She would strive to help others, and make a name for herself. To earn the adoration and praise of the masses.

Following a vague trail of 'wherever she thinks she can perform the most heroics' has given her a minor name for herself, but only within a limited area. From chasing down criminals to slaying hazardous creatures, at least some people in the region may know the name 'Robin Fey'.

Traits:

• Prefers men's fashion, in part due to being self-conscious over her looks.
• The military nature of her outfit has no real significance, beyond Robin finding it to be flashy and cool-looking.
• Cannot hold her alcohol at all.
• Has a tendency to use her Light Materia to create small sparkles around her as she introduces herself or enters as scene.
• Criminally incapable of subterfuge, unless it makes her entrance more dramatic.
• Will always take the most theatrical route to doing something, though not to the point of impracticality. She was properly trained, after all.
• Her showboating nature is backed up by genuine skill, Ardor's teachings having instilled his techniques quite thoroughly into her while simultaneously encouraging her to develop her own style.

Relationships:

• Ardor Fey: A one-armed man, now entering his 70s, and Robin's adoptive father. Robin struck out on her adventure to make a name for herself at his urging. Appears to have some form of military background and considerable skill with a blade, but he never explained his origins to his adopted daughter.
• People of Ezta: The townsfolk of the village Robin and Ardor lived just outside of. They know her quite well, as she frequently entered the village to run errands.
• Various people in the Northeast of Edren: Having spent her time doing all she could to make a name for herself, a handful of people whom she has assisted or who saw her fight exist in various locations.

Name: Asakura Chisato

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Viera

Origin: Osprey





Class: Rogue

Weapon: Chisato is equipped with a variety of weaponry. Her primary option for offense is a straight-bladed katana with a somewhat shorter than average length, though she also keeps a wakizashi sheathed on her back, just above her tail. Additionally, she carries a number of kunai concealed inside of her clothing, as well as caltrops, smoke bombs, and a few other small explosives powerful enough to heavily injure or kill but only at close range. Finally, Chisato also utilizes a heavy, high-power hand cannon nearly as large as most of her body. Decorated with red and yellow paint, the hand cannon is entirely unuseable for her unless she properly prepares and sets up. Even then, it is likely to knock her off her feet. Its high power can even punch through thick armor, but it has a long reload time making it unsuitable for most combat.

Inventory:

• Her katana, wakizashi, kunai, caltrops, smoke bombs, and small explosives.
• Her hand cannon, though its heavy weight and impracticality outside of ambushes means she does not carry it on her person most of the time.
• Potions
• Rations, consisting largely of riceballs and dried fish.
• Travelling Kit
• Spare outfits, suitable for disguise

Materia:

• Fire, not only used for direct offensive purposes but also igniting her smokebombs and explosives after throwing them.
• Exit, used primarily to disengage from combat and swiftly conceal herself before re-engaging her opponent(s).

Limit Breaks: Sensen Sange: A technique in which Chisato swiftly dashes to approach her opponent and deliver a slash roughly to their mid-torso with her katana. A trail of drifting, luminescent cherry petals is left behind by her advance, culminating in a swirling storm around the target. Each petal glows brighter before erupting into a burst of pink flames, bathing the already-injured enemy in destruction.



Appearance Details: A small, lightly-built girl, extraordinarily short for a Viera of roughly 139 cm in height. Whether this is due to the conditions of her early life or some quirk of her bloodline is difficult to discern. She can be easily mistaken for a child, something utilized for the purposes of completing her duty in some situations.

Personality: Chisato is, at first glance, quiet and difficult to approach. Her expression rarely changes, and her voice possesses very little inflection of any sort. She is usually very polite to anyone who she is required to work with, and rarely appears to complain.

---At first glance.

Despite this reserved and polite demeanor, it quickly becomes clear that Chisato is prone to making dry, sarcastic comments, often about anything that happens to irritate her. This is most often directed at other people, though never at anyone whose orders she has accepted. Her intense loyalty does not allow her to treat them in the same way. That being said, those she works with are not so lucky. If she judges them unsuitable for whatever reason, she will not hesitate to point it out. This is partially motivated by her dedication to her duties, as if she does not believe someone is up to the same level of competency that she is it may impact her mission. That being said, it is hardly the only reason.

Having killed since she was a child in order to complete her duties, Chisato has little qualms when it comes to violence. She will take quick and merciful paths to ending an opponent's life, but she possesses zero hesitation when the matter of death is involved. This includes herself. A strong sense of loyalty and duty over her own life has been instilled within her, and while she will not carelessly throw her life away she will not hesitate if it is the best possible course to completing her mission. Her sense of self-worth is very low, and despite her derisive sarcasm towards allies she is likely to place them before her.

In her mind, her existence only affects the outcomes of her mission. She expects this attitude from others, but at the same time subconsciously treats them as more important then herself. This mindset was solidified during the incident four years ago.

Despite her small size, Chisato is frequently seen eating, especially sweets. She is particularly fond of a certain fish-shaped, filled pastry.

Biography: Chisato never knew her parents.

It's possible this was because they died from some illness. Or perhaps because she was abandoned. She has no clear memory of their faces. Given she was born within the depths of a pleasure district riddled with crime and prostitution, a myriad of potential origins could explain her situation.

Regardless, she only survived her first few years due to some passing kindness by others in similar situations to her, and a higher-class courtesan who happened to have been passing by at the time.

But none of it lasted.

Those living in this darkest and least gentle part of the pleasure district could not afford to take care of her. It was not out of unkindness, simply their situation permitted for little else.

As Chisato came to understand this, she did not resent them.

But it hardly alleviated her struggle. On the streets she was forced to do whatever she could in order to get by. Had things continued like this, it was likely her best possible life would have been to become a courtesan if she had been lucky. And that was only a single path amongst many that were far darker.

---And then something unexpected happened.

A woman who looked unlike even the high-class courtesans of the district approached her, one day. She was finely dressed, but not in the flashy and alluring manner of such women.

She offered to take her from this place, to give her a different existence.

Thin, spending every day hungry---

It was no wonder that Chisato took the chance with all of her heart.

She learned the woman's name was Asakura Hisami, and that she was a disciple of a man named Asakura Ryoji, whom she would soon meet.

This is when she became Asakura Chisato, and after her health and weight were at acceptable levels, her training began. It was intensive, every day marked by something that honed her existence further and further. Her life was to be sharpened into something that could take the lives of others.

Her training felt almost like it came naturally. Perhaps it was largely because she was glad to have escaped the unkind world of the pleasure district's underbelly, that she would embrace anything that dragged her further away from it.

An existence as a blade was fine with her.

There were others, girls who were trained in a similar manner to herself. Both in subterfuge and deception, and in the swiftest ways to take a life.

The first time she killed anyone was when she was only ten years old. It had left a strange feeling inside of her, but he had been a cruel man who dragged others down to step on top of them, a criminal who had used his bloodline to shield himself. She had nearly botched it, but before he could draw his own blade she had buried hers in his throat.

After that, she killed many more. Even considering her young age, she began to coat her hands in blood. But it was for the good of Osprey. The good of her fellow ninja. The good of the people.

That was her existence. A blade that severed the lives of Osprey's enemies both within and without.

This was true of the conflict with Edren, as well. She was sent further then she had ever been, to covertly slay a number of important enemies, to be a manslaying ghost.

She retreated, eventually, and not long after that the conflict was brought to an end.

---It was a mission after, for the purpose of trying to halt Valheim's ambitions.

It was that day that nearly every other girl who she had trained alongside was killed or cripplingly injured, at the hands of a traitorous samurai.

Only Chisato survived mostly unscathed.

In the aftermath, she couldn't understand it. Why? Why was she the one who lived? Why would a man of Osprey betray his people after swearing himself to his country?

Why?

Why did everyone else have to die?

Obviously, she had not carried out her duty sufficiently. Maybe, if she had done something, maybe if she had sacrificed herself, then she would have been the only one.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Traits:

• Utilizes her youthful looks for the purposes of deception.
• Prefers extremely efficient and direct methods of killing opponents.
• While she usually eats very simple meals, loves sweets.
• Is inherently suspicious of men from Edren, and likely to be harder on them by default.
• Currently in the employ of Lord Hien.
• While she is trained to employ stealth, her capacity as a direct fighter is not to be ignored. She easily outperforms the average soldier in melee combat.
• Despite having long since left the pleasure district, some part of her still remembers the beautiful outfits of the high-class courtesans she sometimes witnessed as if they were some sort of fantasy.

Relationships:

• Lord Rijin Hien: She is currently employed by him, and greatly respects him. He is beneath only her clan head in terms of her loyalty.
• Asakura Ryoji: An old sollan man, head of the Asakura branch of her clan, is the peak of her loyalty. He is shrewd and intelligent, and does not hesitate to make sacrifices if he believes it will be the best outcome.
• Asakura Hisami: A beautiful, seemingly-sollan woman who does not appear to have aged since recruiting Chisato. She was one of Chisato's trainers, and the closest think to a mother in her life.
• Asakura Kunoichi: Many of the Asakura Kunoichi of Chisato's generation are dead, the few remaining no longer able to fight aside from Chisato. Chisato still considers them to be her sisters.
• Lord Shigemoto Dairoku: A traitorous samurai of terrifying skill and little mercy. His reasons for betraying Osprey in favor of Valheim are unknown. It is likely that Chisato would be unable to maintain her composure in his presence.