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Roland Amor Vaughann

[Full Name]
Roland Amor Vaughann

[Alias]
N/A

[Affiliation]
Galbia

[Starting Class]
Commoner

​[Status]
Son of Galbia's Royal Guard Commander

[Crest]
None

[Age]
17​

[Date of Birth]
2nd of the Radiant Moon, Imperial Year 763​

[Appearance Information]
Height comes in around 6'2", with a considerable amount of dense muscle weighing in at 205 pounds. His skin tone is fairly tan due to constant time outdoors. Hair is an ashen black color, kept short and tight with slightly longer bangs that is style to the side. Eyes are a distinct, vibrant amethyst color. Uniform is kept proper and well-maintained, with the only deviation being a decorative pin on his right chest.

[Personality]
Roland is an intensely loyal, fiercely skeptical, and extremely disciplined individual. There is nothing he cares for more than the safety of the one he has been charged to protect. With a duty un-ending, Roland views anything that isn't further his skills as a knight to be a waste of time. He views any strangers as a potential threat and questions the motives of everyone he comes across. Roland fulfills any task, no matter how mundane, with purpose and precision until it has been completed. While he can be forced to adapt, he prefers the security of rules, regulations, and traditions over improvising.

Despite his complete dedication to becoming a Royal Guard, Roland is deeply resentful of the fate bestowed upon him. This has tormented his thoughts and has occasionally led him to lash out at others. His tainted resolve pushes him to go beyond what is necessary when dealing with adversaries. There is little his twisted will won't do at the behest of Galbia's royal family.

[Personal History]
Roland was born to Julius Alvar Vaughann, Commander of the Royal Guard of Galbia. The men of the Vaughann family have served under the royal family of Galbia for generations. The moment Roland was born, at the beginning of the Radiant Moon no less, his fate had been decided for him. It was less than a year that the new heir to the kingdom was born and Roland's role decided. His training had started as early as the moment he began to walk. He was taught economics, civics, and a litany of military theories to prepare him to be both a protector and advisor to the young princess. Mistakes and deviance from his given path was met harshly.

The only time he was given any leniency was the time spent with the princess, and it wasn't much. The concept of a childhood was foreign to him, and the older he grew the more he resented the princess for his troubles. Every time his body was pushed to its limit. Every strike made against him from his father. Every day spent training so that the princess could safely live her life. This was all he had so despite the mental discourse, he pursued his fate to the highest degree. The only choice he felt was ever his was when a visiting mage discovered his aptitude for spells. Roland was sent alongside Sherry to the Officer's Academy, to further his own skills but to more importantly watch over the heir to the kingdom.

[Preferred Fighting Style]
Lance

[Equipment]
Training Lance
Vulnerary x 2

[Learned Spells]
Fire

[Interests]

Magic
Mount Riding
Military Tactics
Alchemy

[Likes]

Hiking
Exercising
War Games
Political Theory
Tea
Pastries

[Dislikes]

Sarcasm
Disorganization
Weakness
Being underestimated

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Augustus Saul, From X-COM 1x1

__________________________________________________________ Name | Augustus Saul __________________________________________________________ Gender | Male __________________________________________________________ Age | 22 __________________________________________________________ Nationality | United States __________________________________________________________ Service | U.S. Military Intelligence Corps __________________________________________________________ Physical Profile __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 6'2" • Weight | 182 lbs • Build | Average, if a bit slim. • Hair Colour | Charcoal Black • Eye Colour | Ocean Bllue Extra __________________________________________________________ [+] • Theme • Fond of tabletop games • Exceptional at making sketches • Photographic Memory

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Decisive • Proud • Adaptable • Abrasive • Resourceful • Impulsive He prefers to be called by his last name to the point only very close friends have the right to call him by his first name. Saul has a strong sense of duty but is willing to bend the rules to accomplish his mission. His attitude is typically serious and his sense of humor tends to lean towards the darker side, but he is willing to comfort those he's fought alongside. Anyone who is not part of the GIB he views as outsiders and rarely ever converses with them. Saul handles stressful situation well and adapts quickly to new information, but can sometimes act too quickly. He absolutely refuses to show any signs of weakness even if it is detrimental to himself. It takes a lot warming up to him in order to gain his trust, but he is a reliable ally to have. History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Saul comes from a long lineage of servicemen dating back to the Continental Army during the United States' Revolutionary War. Every generation since then has served in one of the military branches gaining his family a high reputation and along with it an expectation of excellence. The same discipline taught in the military is adapted to be taught to their children at home. Respect, duty, and honesty are heavily enforced in the Saul household above all other virtues. Children know better than to bully a Saul at school and if they don't they quickly find out why. Just like how soldiers have each other's backs, Saul siblings have the back of their brother or sister. Augustus was born the youngest of four brothers to a wealthy middle-class family. His father was Jacob Saul, a respected officer in the U.S. Marines, and his mother Allison was a intelligence operator in the CIA. Augustus was often a target for his older brothers as he was the weakest of them and he could never win a straight-forward engagement with any of them. That was why he began studying extensively in military tactics, strategies, and defenses in order to turn the tide in his favor. Augustus thus began his long campaign of guerrilla tactics using trip-wires, traps, and even recordings of his voice to outsmart his older brothers. It was not until one such trap, using wire and a bottle of ink, got him into major trouble with his father when he had returned from duty and the ink got all over his uniform. Jacob Saul had a very long talk with his youngest son after that where he was punished severely, but also praised for his ingenuity. His father told him that fighting unconventionally is not a bad thing at all but it is important not to go to far. From that point onward, Augustus's fighting with his brothers decreased significantly and the four became an unstoppable team. It was no surprise to anyone when the brothers all decided that they would all join the U.S. Army Rangers one after the other. A couple years into the Army and Augustus had gotten in trouble more than couple times for breaking protocol and deviating from orders. The only reason he was never properly reprimanded for such actions was that they had saved the lives of his fellow soldiers several times and gotten them out of a bad situation. What finally forced their hand was when Augustus, now in charge of his own team, broke off from his squad in pursuit of enemy forces after a bombing in Bosnia. There was only one survivor besides Augustus after they were ambushed but even he eventually succumbed to his injuries. Allied forces managed to move in and eliminate them and relieve the pinned down Augustus. He was afterwards transferred to the Military Intelligence Corps thanks to his family's influence where he truly excelled. He was approached at his residence in Charleston, North Carolina during his leave with an offer to join a global initiative to protect the world from global threats. Augustus accepted the offer wanting the chance to make a real difference in the world, unaware of what exactly the threats they were talking about were. He packed up a few of things and was sent to the GIB HQ located in an extensive cold war-era bunker in the French Alps.

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Ciradyl Ianthyra - FF Lightseekers

"I will see us to the journey's end. No exceptions."

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 lifts 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 adventure but is in good, general fitness.

Personality:
Ciradyl is a melancholic Faye that rarely shows her true feelings through her 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

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Shehzade Aslam Kadir

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Full Title | Shehzade Aslam Kadir (The Slumbering Lion) • Age | 27 • Gender | Male • Sexuality | Straight • Current Occupation: | Eldest Prince and practicing Alchemist • Previous Occupation: | Royal-in-training/academic student Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 5'11"/ 180cm • Weight | 185lbs/ 84kg • Build | Lean with faintly distinct muscles • Eye Color | Emerald • Hair Color & Style | Rich black, wavy hair that flows just past his shoulders. Tied in ponytail when experimenting • Skin Tone | Rich tan • Facial Details | Small scar running from under his left brow to mid-forehead. • Distinguishing Features | Aslam has what might be best described as masculine beauty. His skin is always well cared for to the point of being almost radiant. • Clothing Preferences | Current fashion trend in most situations. Basic, tight clothing when working in alchemy lab. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Willingness to Friendship (1-5) | 4 (Enemies who think they are friends lower their guard) • Willingness to Romance (1-5) | 2 (He found out the hard way there is no love without trust) • Friends | None at present • Enemies | None at present • Relatives | Sultan Raif (father) Sultana Esrin (mother; deceased) Grand Vizier Hafiz (uncle) Siblings: Layla (29), twins Amir & Kahrem (25; on deceased, believed Kahrem), Nahir (25), Saiya (24; adopted), Mayet (22), Munir (20) Cousins: Farim (24), Kalliope (24; ward of Hafiz, not blood related in any way)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Investigating mysteries ✦ Guarding his siblings ✦ Exotic/Taboo concepts and ideas ✦ Advancing alchemy ✦ Setting up 'games' for his siblings ✦ Exploring ancient ruins ✦ Martial arts • Likes | ✦ Reading ✦ Strong, fragrant tea ✦ Engaging Debates ✦ Spending time with his siblings (especially Ranya) ✦ Tasting new cuisine (loves sweets)✦ Conversing with unique people ✦ Fashion Trends ✦ Shopping open markets • Dislikes | ✦ Threats against his siblings ✦ Close-minded people (Zealots in particular) ✦ Frigid environments ✦ Crowds ✦ Slow music ✦ No sense of humor ✦ Walking in the dark Personality Summary Aslam maintains an aura of calm aloofness both in public settings and amidst his family. One would be inclined to call him lazy with the smooth, soft way he speaks and the unhurried manner in which he moves. That energy is instead direct to his projects and goals, working intensely and tirelessly when something captures his attention. It is not unheard of for him to seal himself in the palace's lab only to fall into a deep slumber once whatever he was working on is finished. Emotions beyond a friendly tone rarely tint his voice. He is one to insist on solving disputes and arguments at later date when time has passed and the two parties can meet more privately. Aslam is one to dwell on details and the particulars of any situation or conversation. Sometimes his curiosity can bring him to probe uncomfortable or sensitive topics. Underlying all of this is a sleeping beast, a monster to some. Aslam was always protective of his siblings but it only worsened after his mother died and the incident regarding his last love. He keeps a diligent watch over all of his siblings and has taken care of troublesome people that stood against them on more than a few occasions. To a degree, he eagerly awaits those who try to stand against his family just so he can put them in their place. It is for this reason he has a noticeable obsession with poisons and ingredients that cause a variety of maladies. Main Ambition The Elixir of Life. A fantastical legend about a miracle potion that can cure any disease...or revive the dead. Aslam's passionate research of alchemy is in pursuit of this elusive and mythical concoction throwing whatever resources he has when a lead comes up. This is all for the purpose of of keeping his family and close friends alive throughout the turbulent times they find themselves in. Aslam wishes to advances the science of alchemy to the point where magic is viewed as antiquated and irrelevant. This, along with his drive to protect his family, stirs him to act behind the scenes in most regards to the running of his kingdom. Magic shall and will be obsolete if Aslam's ambitions are met.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Skills | ✦ Martial Arts ✦ Alchemy ✦ Medicine ✦ Singing ✦ Tactics/Strategy ✦ Subterfuge ✦ Quick-thinking ✦ Controlling own emotions ✦ Research and Development The first son of the Sultan was a joyous occassion and he may have been just as spoiled and entitled as his older sister if not for her influence. Aslam found his older sister to be highly amusing and often worked behind her back to create situations that both reinforced and challenged her believed superiority. However, it did dissuade him from acting similar and inspire the curious mind that would dominate his actions and personality going forward. Aslam became the ideal prince of the kingdom if only for his own sake and amusement, blending pride and humility into his interactions with the citizens. His knack for observation and study allowed him to navigate social events deftly while remaining aloof enough to cause others to underestimate his ambition. He breezed through his various tutors' instructions and soon found himself diving into independent study and research. His first foray into the world of Alchemy sparked something within him. A drive to see just where it could go and take him. Untraceable poisons, remedies for all ailments...the promise of such wonderful concoctions drew his complete devotion and love. That was until one day wandering the various market stalls of a bazaar within the royal capital that he met her. She was not from any noble house he could extract from her nor was she the daughter of a wealthy merchant. Yet, she possessed a mind that seemed to rival his own and he found himself talking late into the night with her that day they met. With a promise to talk more, Aslam found himself sneaking to that market over and over just to spend time with her and discuss a variety of subjects they were passionate about at the time. It was not long that this budding friendship sprouted into something much more. He more than once gushed about his new flame to his closer siblings, rarely ever speaking of her appearance. What she had failed to mention to him was her involvement with the darker side of Alidasht. Aslam would later find out that she was responsible for the creation of many poisons and drugs that filtered through the underworld. She might have saw a way out with Aslam as she began to distance herself from that life without his knowledge. It had just been another day slipping out of the palace to see her when she first went missing. Aslam had brushed it off as something that came up and needed her attention. His view and attitude shifted quickly once a couple days had passed without being able to spot her once. Aslam wasted no time going towards her home, where they had spent intimate moments together. There he found her sliced open, let to rot, nails split with her struggle. He was distant and cold for many months after that gruesome discovery, locking himself in his study or room for most of the day. During that same periods, a notorious organization was picked apart with numerous raids and busts. What made the inquisition of the group strange was the majority of leaders were either found dead or perish shortly after being sentenced. Aslam ended up with a overwhelming fear of the unknown as a result. Mysteries became obsessions. Questions always demanded answers. This developed into his own personal network of spies and informants, centered around his family and close friends. The death of their mother hit him especially hard and its mystery is one that haunts him to this day. An adjoining room of his personal chambers is cluttered with documents and rambling notes all concerning her death. Time has blunted his obsession but he is forever on the lookout for the missing piece that will point him in the right direction. For now, Aslam does his best to balance his obligations as a prince with his pursuit of knowledge and enjoying what time he can with his beloved siblings. Questionaire History Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: "I must admit that parents were quite invested into my early development, my father in particular. I consider myself blessed to have the siblings I do." When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: "That would have to the royal library. It was quiet and offered a place to think about the problem over a good book." What were you like in your teenage years?:"Very opinionated and outspoken with those opinions. A sharp mind and a sharp tongue does not make you right." How close are you to your parents?: "I hold my father in the highest regard even if mother's passing has hardened his soul. I...visit her grave often." Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: "The two most important women in my life are gone. All this knowledge and it didn't protect them." What advice would you give your younger self?: "Theory is only worth as much as it can be applied." Were you an obedient child or defiant?: "I suppose I was defiant to an extent. I often disobeyed my parents when I thought I knew better." What is your biggest regret?: "Not being there when it mattered." Romance Have you ever been in love? : "I have and she was the most wonderful, intelligent woman." What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: "What I desire most is a woman who can match me in curiosity and passion. They need to be ambitious while appreciating the wider world. Perhaps most of all, communication should be open and effortless." How do you display affection? What is your love language?: "I find great happiness in performing thoughtful acts and giving meaningful gifts. Though, I personally find greater comfort in receiving physical displays." Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:"It was...quite disastrous. My younger self found that relying on storybooks and pictures does not guarantee success." Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: "Yes, I do. Love is a spectrum and when the right people meet in the right situation that spark can be instant. That, I believe, is what constitutes a soul mate." What does marriage mean to you?: "At best, a partner united in mutual goals. At worst, a means to an end." Are you currently crushing on anyone?: "No. The luxury and innocence of having a crush were stripped from me." Do you ever consider having children in the future?: "Of course. I love my siblings dearly and I can only imagine the joy of raising my children." Personality Describe your ideal Sunday morning: "Family breakfast followed by brewing a new potion in my lab." What kind of person do you aspire to be?: "A bulwark against the unjust and wretched of this world." What bad habits do you have?: "I tend to hyper-fixate on problems and have trouble focusing on anything else until it is solved. That, and I find tidying up a great waste of time." If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: "I would have brought her before my father and scoured the underworld with my own hands." What is your greatest fear?: "Losing more of the people I care about." What are your pet peeves?: "Those who cannot keep their hands to themselves. Also, those high and mighty nobles who can't even bother to wear proper seasonal colors." When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: "It does no one any good to be around me if I have reached that state of mind." Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: "Words ring hollow if you can not bring up the necessary physical force to back them up."

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Princess Sylvia Camilia (WIP)

__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Full Title | Princess Sylvia Camilia • Age | 20 • Gender | Female • Sexuality | Straight • Current Occupation: | Princess • Previous Occupation: | Royal-in-training Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 5'6"/ 165cm • Weight | 145lbs/ 66kg • Build | Lean with faintly distinct muscles • Eye Color | Crystal Blue • Hair Color & Style | Deep crimson. Length runs to lower back, but is most often tied up in intricate buns. • Skin Tone | Soft pink • Facial Details | Faint freckles on both cheeks • Distinguishing Features | Often has a jeweled hair ornament holding up her bun • Clothing Preferences | Bold, colorful dresses that often sparkle. Tight-fitting adventuring gear when trying to blend into the crowd. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Willingness to Friendship (1-5) | 5 ("Kill everybody with kindness! That's how it goes...right?") • Willingness to Romance (1-5) | 5 ("I'm going to smother my prince charming with love...once I find them, of course! I am sure they are out there!") • Friends | None at present • Enemies | None at present • Relatives | King Alixandre (father) Queen Rosa (mother) Siblings: Lucian, Marina,

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Running (Especially early in morning) ✦ Pranks ✦ Cooking ✦ Collecting Gossip ✦ Gardening (Flowers mostly) ✦ Singing (Not in front of anyone) • Likes | ✦ Floral decorations ✦ "Bad boys" (AKA strong, silent types) ✦ Cute desserts ✦ Colorful Festivals ✦ Exotic pets/animals ✦ Meeting new people • Dislikes | ✦ Pungent smells ✦ Bad hair days ✦ Being scolded ✦ Long meetings ✦ Witch-hunters ✦ Being told No ✦ Excessively elaborate dresses Personality Summary Sylvia is a fountain of endless energy and boundless curiosity that often puts her at odds with those more laid-back or reserved. She is not one to mince words and often will speak her mind if the situation demands it. Everything she chooses to do or take on is done at 110% and telling her to slow her pace is about the worst phrase someone can say to her. Sylvia is quick to form bonds with people she meets and remembers the name of every person she has spoken too. She has little love for putting on facades of personality to maintain the regal image of a royal princess. It is something she assigns as a necessary evil of her position. It is often when forced into matters of state or official ceremonies that she expresses her explosive nature afterwards most. If not for her love of her family, she would undoubtedly be a wild hellfire of a princess. Not all of her excitable nature is benevolent. That determination and enthusiasm that carries her through her days also blends into the darker sides of her person. Throats are cut open with a smile and lives are ruined with a laugh. When Sylvia dirties her hands, she makes sure that she extracts her fun out of it. Main Ambition Sylvia wants nothing more than to enrich the lives of those around her and find the perfect man to match her. She has little desire for the throne or similar positions of power. A part of her does wish to be known for her voice, singing for large crowded opera houses and other venues. It might be fine to say she wishes to be an Icon for Varia and- Nothing less than the complete extermination of Witch Hunters and their entire order will allow her to rest comfortably at night. She wants to track every single one of them herself and bleed them dry once they show up in her path. It is a almost instinctual desire to watch them suffer at her hands and make them regret every life they ever took.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Skills | ✦ Voice Control ✦ Writing ✦ Athletics ✦ Horse-riding ✦ Dancing ✦ Needlework ✦ Blending in ✦ Finding people in a crowd ✦ Staying positive ✦ Reading others Sylvia was nothing less than a little, chaotic monster that prowled the halls of the castle. She certainly made the servants work for their coin with her antics, but she would also freely apologize and offer gift. Her interests changed quickly during those times, but she always put maximum effort into them. It was hard to know exactly what the little terror of a princess would get up too, but whatever she did Sylvia would try to make up for whatever wrong she caused in her own ways. Growing up, She favored her older sister Marina quite strongly and would often be seen following her around the castle when she wasn't up to her usual mischief. Marina was usually the target of her love of pranks, always trying to get one over her. Lucian was the next closest she was too but for a different reason all together. Sylvia thought and still thinks that Lucian is pinnacle of what it means to be a Prince and likes to think of herself as one of his greatest supporters...even if she sometimes puts small firecrackers in his carriages. Whereas Lucian might have grown out of his troublesome youth, Sylvia has yet to shake off the over-the-top playfulness that often lands her in the crosshairs of those lacking her sense of humor. It wasn't until she met the old hermit that her life began to take a significant turn. She met the hermit on one of her many secret journeys from the castle, finding within a dilapidated tower in the deep woods. It was there he showed her the most wondrous of sights and told her the best stories. Sylvia could tell the old man had been lonely for some time and she could see the genuine happiness her visit brought to him. So she made it more of a habit. Sylvia began sneaking out of the castle enough that some began to suspect she was having some secret rendezvous. She was, but not in the way they thought. They talked to each other about everything. He was her favorite person to vent to besides her siblings, only because she could complain about them too. The reveal that he had been an old wizard didn't even scare her off and she in-fact wanted to learn more. He felt like a grandfather to her, after all. All of it came to a brutal end one stormy night when she went to visit him. His tower was in the worst state she had ever saw it and the beautiful garden that surrounded it had been ripped up and ruined. Sylvia, fearless as she could be, entered the tower worried about her dear old friend. It was the first time she saw someone so wounded and so much blood. The lighting strikes barely help illuminate the dark room but the faint light from the small candles gave her enough vision. The old hermit was slouched against the wall barely breathing. A strange pattern etched into the wooden floor and marked with blood. She could hear the barest mumbling about family, a daughter or granddaughter. Sylvia held a small hope he was referring to her but the sad, apologetic look in his eyes filled with a grim determination chilled her bones. A pain she had never felt before crawled through her skin and compounded in her heard. It felt as if some force was trying to rip her in half starting from the top. It wasn't until the next morning that she woke, a damp cold clinging to her as she managed to collect her thoughts. A pounding headache made it hard to think. There was a burning rage that she felt deep in her chest when she saw the dead body of the hermit, beyond any anger she had ever felt before. She had always heard about those who had hunted people who wielded strange powers. He hadn't done anything wrong, so why?!? Sylvia felt as confused as she was angry. The old hermit was buried in the dug up garden. Sylvia didn't know what else she could do for him. Tears were already spilling down her cheeks when something did spark in her mind. An idea that she didn't know exactly where she came up with it. This was an injustice. A wrongful execution. She would just have to punish those responsible. That would make the world a better place. Sylvia left that clearing in the wood with an all too sweet smile that day. Questionaire History Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: "Oh, my parents and siblings were the absolute best! I just might have been a little brat sometimes..." When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: "Well, sometimes I would hide in Lulu's room so Marnie didn't find after I made her mad...but mostly I really liked walking in the garden...when it wasn't raining obviously...but sometimes it felt nice." What were you like in your teenage years?:"The cutest lady there ever was, of course! I was the definition of a perfect prin- ow, why are you PINCHING ME MARNIE!" How close are you to your parents?: "I do not talk about it much to my siblings, but I worry they think I'm a failure...I know I can be much for them." Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: "I had to bury my grandfather when he passed away." What advice would you give your younger self?: "It might be what you want to do, but think twice if its the right choice." Were you an obedient child or defiant?: "I was an absolute delight...No, Marnie! Don't! Fine, ugh...I was probably the biggest troublemaker ever..." What is your biggest regret?: "Just one? Ah, let's see....um, does it have to go on record? See, there was this dress I borrowed before a big ball..." Romance Have you ever been in love? : "I hope I will soon. I feel like I sometimes scare them away..." What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: "Well, I, uh would like someone who is always there for me and listens to what I say even though I know I can talk a lot. Handsome, of course! That is just a given, right, if you had to choose the perfect partner. Oh! I would like a man who is really funny! What else.... How do you display affection? What is your love language?: "I mean, it is a little embarrassing to say but I would kiss them. A lot. Sweet, quick ones on the lips or cheek...." Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:"Um, well, not yet. I have had my hand kissed if that counts...but I doubt it. I am....too busy! Right...official princes duties..." Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: "Of course I do! This is a idiotic question! You can hate someone at first sight so why not love?!?" What does marriage mean to you?: "A promise to support and enrich the life of your partner." Are you currently crushing on anyone?: "That list is secret. I will not have it fall into my brother's hands." Do you ever consider having children in the future?: "Children?!? Oh, sorry. Well, I wouldn't mind with the right person I suppose." Personality Describe your ideal Sunday morning: "That's easy. Cakes. Cakes all over the bed and I don't have to get up out of the covers." What kind of person do you aspire to be?: "I want to be a icon of the people that can inspire everyone to be better." What bad habits do you have?: "I can talk way too long and way too quickly. Mother says it isn't very princess-like." If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: "Definitely turning off the oven after I tried to make Lucian a cake for his birthday. We had to replace the whole kitchen that time." What is your greatest fear?: "Losing my family to a organization of fanatics...Wait..what was the question again?" What are your pet peeves?: "It has to be when someone can't appreciate a well thought out prank-I mean plan." When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: "I don't really like to be alone when I feel like that." Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: "Mental scars are forever."

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__________________________________________________________ Basic Information __________________________________________________________ • Full Title | Count Elias Granstone • Age | 26 • Gender | Female • Sexuality | Straight • Current Occupation: | Count of • Previous Occupation: | Mercenary for Hire Appearance __________________________________________________________ [+] • Height | 6'3"/ 165cm • Weight | 225 lbs/ 66kg • Build | Broad shoulders with prominent muscles • Eye Color | Crystal Blue • Hair Color & Style | Chocolate Brown hair grown to shoulder length and pulled back into a short ponytail • Skin Tone | Sun-tanned • Facial Details | Small scars on right side of face • Distinguishing Features | Often has dark bags under eyes, rarely ever smiles • Clothing Preferences | Practical as possible without upsetting noble decorum. Relationships __________________________________________________________ [+] • Willingness to Friendship (1-5) | 2 ("Everybody wants or needs something. Just hope you can always provide.") • Willingness to Romance (1-5) | 2 ("Nobody has stayed long enough for me to think about it.") • Friends | None at present • Enemies | None at present • Relatives | Count Darian (Biological Father, Deceased) Penelope (Mother, Deceased) Elias (Step-Father, Deceased) Siblings: Lord Matthias (Deceased), Lady Kalina (Deceased)

Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • Hobbies/Interests | ✦ Running (Especially early in morning) ✦ Pranks ✦ Cooking ✦ Collecting Gossip ✦ Gardening (Flowers mostly) ✦ Singing (Not in front of anyone) • Likes | ✦ Floral decorations ✦ "Bad boys" (AKA strong, silent types) ✦ Cute desserts ✦ Colorful Festivals ✦ Exotic pets/animals ✦ Meeting new people • Dislikes | ✦ Pungent smells ✦ Bad hair days ✦ Being scolded ✦ Long meetings ✦ Witch-hunters ✦ Being told No ✦ Excessively elaborate dresses Personality Summary Sylvia is a fountain of endless energy and boundless curiosity that often puts her at odds with those more laid-back or reserved. She is not one to mince words and often will speak her mind if the situation demands it. Everything she chooses to do or take on is done at 110% and telling her to slow her pace is about the worst phrase someone can say to her. Sylvia is quick to form bonds with people she meets and remembers the name of every person she has spoken too. She has little love for putting on facades of personality to maintain the regal image of a royal princess. It is something she assigns as a necessary evil of her position. It is often when forced into matters of state or official ceremonies that she expresses her explosive nature afterwards most. If not for her love of her family, she would undoubtedly be a wild hellfire of a princess. Not all of her excitable nature is benevolent. That determination and enthusiasm that carries her through her days also blends into the darker sides of her person. Throats are cut open with a smile and lives are ruined with a laugh. When Sylvia dirties her hands, she makes sure that she extracts her fun out of it. Main Ambition Sylvia wants nothing more than to enrich the lives of those around her and find the perfect man to match her. She has little desire for the throne or similar positions of power. A part of her does wish to be known for her voice, singing for large crowded opera houses and other venues. It might be fine to say she wishes to be an Icon for Varia and- Nothing less than the complete extermination of Witch Hunters and their entire order will allow her to rest comfortably at night. She wants to track every single one of them herself and bleed them dry once they show up in her path. It is a almost instinctual desire to watch them suffer at her hands and make them regret every life they ever took.

Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Skills | ✦ Voice Control ✦ Writing ✦ Athletics ✦ Horse-riding ✦ Dancing ✦ Needlework ✦ Blending in ✦ Finding people in a crowd ✦ Staying positive ✦ Reading others Sylvia was nothing less than a little, chaotic monster that prowled the halls of the castle. She certainly made the servants work for their coin with her antics, but she would also freely apologize and offer gift. Her interests changed quickly during those times, but she always put maximum effort into them. It was hard to know exactly what the little terror of a princess would get up too, but whatever she did Sylvia would try to make up for whatever wrong she caused in her own ways. Growing up, She favored her older sister Marina quite strongly and would often be seen following her around the castle when she wasn't up to her usual mischief. Marina was usually the target of her love of pranks, always trying to get one over her. Lucian was the next closest she was too but for a different reason all together. Sylvia thought and still thinks that Lucian is pinnacle of what it means to be a Prince and likes to think of herself as one of his greatest supporters...even if she sometimes puts small firecrackers in his carriages. Whereas Lucian might have grown out of his troublesome youth, Sylvia has yet to shake off the over-the-top playfulness that often lands her in the crosshairs of those lacking her sense of humor. It wasn't until she met the old hermit that her life began to take a significant turn. She met the hermit on one of her many secret journeys from the castle, finding within a dilapidated tower in the deep woods. It was there he showed her the most wondrous of sights and told her the best stories. Sylvia could tell the old man had been lonely for some time and she could see the genuine happiness her visit brought to him. So she made it more of a habit. Sylvia began sneaking out of the castle enough that some began to suspect she was having some secret rendezvous. She was, but not in the way they thought. They talked to each other about everything. He was her favorite person to vent to besides her siblings, only because she could complain about them too. The reveal that he had been an old wizard didn't even scare her off and she in-fact wanted to learn more. He felt like a grandfather to her, after all. All of it came to a brutal end one stormy night when she went to visit him. His tower was in the worst state she had ever saw it and the beautiful garden that surrounded it had been ripped up and ruined. Sylvia, fearless as she could be, entered the tower worried about her dear old friend. It was the first time she saw someone so wounded and so much blood. The lighting strikes barely help illuminate the dark room but the faint light from the small candles gave her enough vision. The old hermit was slouched against the wall barely breathing. A strange pattern etched into the wooden floor and marked with blood. She could hear the barest mumbling about family, a daughter or granddaughter. Sylvia held a small hope he was referring to her but the sad, apologetic look in his eyes filled with a grim determination chilled her bones. A pain she had never felt before crawled through her skin and compounded in her heard. It felt as if some force was trying to rip her in half starting from the top. It wasn't until the next morning that she woke, a damp cold clinging to her as she managed to collect her thoughts. A pounding headache made it hard to think. There was a burning rage that she felt deep in her chest when she saw the dead body of the hermit, beyond any anger she had ever felt before. She had always heard about those who had hunted people who wielded strange powers. He hadn't done anything wrong, so why?!? Sylvia felt as confused as she was angry. The old hermit was buried in the dug up garden. Sylvia didn't know what else she could do for him. Tears were already spilling down her cheeks when something did spark in her mind. An idea that she didn't know exactly where she came up with it. This was an injustice. A wrongful execution. She would just have to punish those responsible. That would make the world a better place. Sylvia left that clearing in the wood with an all too sweet smile that day. Questionaire History Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: "Oh, my parents and siblings were the absolute best! I just might have been a little brat sometimes..." When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: "Well, sometimes I would hide in Lulu's room so Marnie didn't find after I made her mad...but mostly I really liked walking in the garden...when it wasn't raining obviously...but sometimes it felt nice." What were you like in your teenage years?:"The cutest lady there ever was, of course! I was the definition of a perfect prin- ow, why are you PINCHING ME MARNIE!" How close are you to your parents?: "I do not talk about it much to my siblings, but I worry they think I'm a failure...I know I can be much for them." Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: "I had to bury my grandfather when he passed away." What advice would you give your younger self?: "It might be what you want to do, but think twice if its the right choice." Were you an obedient child or defiant?: "I was an absolute delight...No, Marnie! Don't! Fine, ugh...I was probably the biggest troublemaker ever..." What is your biggest regret?: "Just one? Ah, let's see....um, does it have to go on record? See, there was this dress I borrowed before a big ball..." Romance Have you ever been in love? : "I hope I will soon. I feel like I sometimes scare them away..." What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: "Well, I, uh would like someone who is always there for me and listens to what I say even though I know I can talk a lot. Handsome, of course! That is just a given, right, if you had to choose the perfect partner. Oh! I would like a man who is really funny! What else.... How do you display affection? What is your love language?: "I mean, it is a little embarrassing to say but I would kiss them. A lot. Sweet, quick ones on the lips or cheek...." Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:"Um, well, not yet. I have had my hand kissed if that counts...but I doubt it. I am....too busy! Right...official princes duties..." Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: "Of course I do! This is a idiotic question! You can hate someone at first sight so why not love?!?" What does marriage mean to you?: "A promise to support and enrich the life of your partner." Are you currently crushing on anyone?: "That list is secret. I will not have it fall into my brother's hands." Do you ever consider having children in the future?: "Children?!? Oh, sorry. Well, I wouldn't mind with the right person I suppose." Personality Describe your ideal Sunday morning: "That's easy. Cakes. Cakes all over the bed and I don't have to get up out of the covers." What kind of person do you aspire to be?: "I want to be a icon of the people that can inspire everyone to be better." What bad habits do you have?: "I can talk way too long and way too quickly. Mother says it isn't very princess-like." If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: "Definitely turning off the oven after I tried to make Lucian a cake for his birthday. We had to replace the whole kitchen that time." What is your greatest fear?: "Losing my family to a organization of fanatics...Wait..what was the question again?" What are your pet peeves?: "It has to be when someone can't appreciate a well thought out prank-I mean plan." When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: "I don't really like to be alone when I feel like that." Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: "Mental scars are forever."