[CHAR] Fire Embem: Arise

[Blaze Gamma]

Name: Felix
Gender: Male
Age/Birthdate: 19 (DoB: August 21, 462)
Appearance/Description: A young man with pale sunbleached hair and dark eyes. He stands at 5'11 and has a lithe build, though considerable muscle definition in his arms due to both working on a farm and swinging a sword. Can usually be seen in a red tunic with a hardened leather vest over it. Wears tan pants and heavy boots. He has a sword.
Background/Personality Blurb: Second child of a small farm family living on the countryside. He joined a local militia about a year ago to help keep both his home and the nearby town safe from bandits. While as a child, he favored use of swords in play fights, he shifted to the lance when he joined the militia, and used his experience tending horses to become a mounted fighter. In spite of his occupation and spending a lot of time training and, in his youth, play sword fighting, he's a rather passive individual unless his family is at stake.
Class: Cavalier

[Ezmeralda]

Name: Katherine
Gender: Female
Class: Princess (Lord)
Age/Birthdate: 21
Level : 1

Appearance

Appearance/Description: Katherine has bright green eyes, light brown hair, and a pale complexion. She wears a rather plain white cleric dress that reaches to her ankles, and brown boots.

Background/Personality Blurb:

As a child, Katherine lived a pretty plain life living with on a farm in the countryside. Pretty often she would play together with her younger brother, sword fighting with sticks, or some other childlike game. Although, on occasion it would be chess. More often than not, he beat her in most everything. He was a bit more active and strategic than she, while Kathy was more sweet and carefree.

She was happy, until the day came that her brother decided to become a militiaman. Kathy never quite understood why. She knew he liked sword fighting and wanted to protect as many people as he could, but she didn’t want her brother to get hurt either….but it was his decision, and off he went. She was never able to see him very often.

This made her rather unhappy and bored, and decided to become a cleric. She enjoyed helping people, and soldiers often had need of healing, right? What better way could she help her brother? They were getting too old to play child’s games, but at least she could see him every now and then. And she did enjoy being a cleric. It was nice helping people and relieving their pain and illness. It suited her better than fighting.

That is, of course, until the sigil showed up on her upper right thigh. She knew what it meant. And it meant a whole new life for her…

Stats and Growths:

HP: 17 – 60%
Str: 2 – 20%
Magic: 8 – 50%
Skll: 6 – 40%
Speed: 7 – 50%
Luck: 7 – 30%
Def: 4 – 35%
Res: 5 – 35%
Weapon Ranks:
Light: E
Staff: D

[Pirouette]

Laeva

Name: Laeva Lunaris
Gender: Female
Age/Birthdate: 23 years old, 458 AL

Background/Personality Blurb: Growing up, Laeva was always one to skip out on work around the farm. To her, the brutal work out in the fields or on the animals was always best suited to her brothers and her mother always seem to do just fine in the house without her. Of course, this got her in trouble a lot and her lip didn't make things better for herself, but she was never a fan of getting up at dawn for work anyway. With Laeva being difficult, her parents agreed to send her off to court and become a lady-in-waiting. Laeva lasted about two months before she slipped out from the lord's castle and started wandering the streets as a urchin, quickly being picked up by an older homeless man.

Thankfully it wasn't in a creepy way as it was more of a instructor-student guardianship as Laeva could not have met a better person. The man had served previously under a distant lord but was disgraced and exiled after he was discovered to be having an affair with the lord's wife, though many would consider he got off easy for being the lord's previous friend. In Laeva, the ex-swordsman saw the potential for his legacy to carry on in that girl but more significantly, a chance for him to live out his fantasy of having a family as that was no longer possible for him. The swordsman would go on to train Laeva for three years before recommending her to the tournament circuit. To his surprise, she took on his name at the tournaments. Apollo.

Laeva, under the pseudonym of her former teacher, did impressively well in tournaments. It was nice, for a time, as Laeva was kind of free in between tournaments and even then, only participated when she had to. Unfortunately, the tournaments ended abruptly when a coup on the kingdom of Iris was carried out. Now with the lords of Iris potentially at each others throats, there just isn't time for tournaments anymore so Laeva was a bit out of work at the moment.
Class: Myrmidon

Optional: Stat Spread+Growth Percentages: Stats are: HP Str Mag Def Res Skl Luck Spd(Max total % is 320 minimum 5 in each stat, Roll Each stat 8 times to determine starting stats, Minimum 2 for any stat but luck, start with 8 HP before rolls)

[Grey]

Bitter Pill

Name: Cassio
Gender: Male
Age/Birthdate: 23; November 22
Appearance/Description:

Background/Personality Blurb: A healer who appeared out of nowhere and was taken as the apprentice to a prominent member of the nobility. Though he seems to be an amiable person, he has a terrible personality, and as a result, he has no friends. The best with beasts in the army, and the worst conversationalist.

Though his history prior to arriving on the Irisian court social scene is quite nebulous, by his own admission, Cassio is a foreigner from the hinterlands of the west - a fact which has done little to establish social rapport in the court of Iris due to the ill-reputation of the land: decayed and insular, with a strange, cultish culture and even stranger people. The only reason his presence is tolerated is because he serves as the protege to the royal physician, and a skilled, reliable one at that...So long as you disregard his morbid fixation with the art and science of injury, and his appalling bedside manner.

That said, the relationship between himself and his mentor is hardly mother-son; it's quite full of vitriol, but there is no questioning the mutual loyalty and understanding between the two. While it seems strange that an enemy national would ally himself so closely to the monarchy (and why the monarchy would allow an enemy national so close), he's actually more loyal to the people in the institution rather than the institution itself - a loyalist in name only, especially since politics like that are of little interest to him. But although he'd made a point to distance himself from the political tension occurring in Iris, things have a way of coming to him instead of the other way around.

And now he is quite upset.
Class: Troubadour

[AquaAzura]

Gayle

Name: Gayle

Gender: Female

Age/Birthdate: 21, March, 21, 460 AL

LVL: 1

Appearance/Description: Gayle is a young woman with pale skin, black hair, and light green eyes. She stands at a tall 5'10", with a limber frame, with considerable muscles on her shoulders and arms from years of archery.

Background/Personality Blurb: Gayle was born as a high ranking noble in the Kingdom of Iris. Gayle was loved and cared for by her family. She had many siblings who all joined the royal army and it was expected of her to join the army as well. Gayle learned how to use a bow and arrow during her youth, Gayle was a decent shot.

But due to raising tension between Iris's royalty and the rebels, Gayle was forced to join the Iris militia. Gayle's particular duty was to help protect the royal family with her siblings, and what a duty that was for a rookie. Gayle and her siblings failed in their mission and the royal family died. Gayle barely escaped the castle before she could be killed, but one of her older sister's told her about the kings youthful affairs and that if she escaped the Castle that he should look for this mysterious child and protect them until they were strong enough to reclaim their rightful title. From what Gayle knows none of her siblings survived the coup.

Gayle's sister's gave her enough time to escape, and now she only has one reason to keep moving forward. To find the royal heir and protect them with her life or else her siblings deaths were in vain.

Class: Archer

Stats and Growths

HP: 16 – 55%
Str: 7 – 60%
Mag: 1 – 5%
Skl: 7 – 65%
Spd: 5 – 40%
Lck: 2 – 20%
Def: 7 – 50%
Res: 3 – 25%
Weapon Ranks:
Bow: C

[AluminumDude]

Aaron Heruscir

Name: Aaron Heruscir (Hair-ooh-sea-r)
Gender: Male
Level: 2
Age/Birthdate: 28. Born December 2nd, 453 AL
Appearance/Description: Aaron has curled red hair that stretches down his neck, but not past his shoulders. He keeps his bangs relatively short to keep his vision clear. He is moderately tall, reaching about 5'10", and he is built moderately. His eyes are blue, and he has some freckles above his cheeks. Aaron is fairly pale and wears a red robe with yellow trimming into battle, to match his hair of course. When not in battle he wears his tan tunic and slightly darker leggings with splendor. His tunic is laden with many stains of various drinks and foods, since he doesn't really care about sanitation or other's feelings towards him.
Background/Personality Blurb: Aaron was born to a well respected royal family in Iris who were both court jesters and mages for the empire to use in various battles. They worked hard, and were famed for the speed they could cast their spells at. However, once the kingdom of Iris was under siege, Aaron's father Hamilcar decided to abandon the kingdom, and fight for the opposing side. Aaron refused to join the army, for they had captured his crush, a young maid that worked for the royals of Iris. Hamilcar attempted to spare his son from the opposing army by burning the maid alive with his magic so that Aaron wouldn't have to make the choice to stay with the maid or join him. Feeling outraged by his father's decision, for not understanding his love, he fled into the town chased by his father's men, only to find a hiding place in a dark alley by some rubbish, heart pounding.
Since I intend for Aaron to have some growth following the death of his crush and the betrayal of his father I don't want to give away too much, but I'll give some detail. Before the attack, Aaron was a carefree lighthearted individual. He had an infactuation with being well respected, and typically gave the butlers and maids a hard time, forgetting things and leaving them strewn about, and not being careful with any food or beverages. He believed the world was going to be perfect, even if the other kingdoms didn't enjoy the kingdom of Iris too much. He was content to study his magic, and let that carry him through live with a grin on his face. Aaron also fell into and out of love fairly easily as he could never really tell his feelings out straight and then ignored his interests until he wasn't interested anymore.
Class: Mage (If we're going by type of mage, then Fire mage)