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E L I E S T A L I
"My father entrusted this heirloom to me. If I can't preserve my family name and my people, then who will?"
[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N
Class: Lord (Mage)
Title(s): Prince Eli, Crown Prince, Heir of Estala
Birthplace: Estala, Greymont
Race: Beorc
Age: Fifteen
Inventory: The Estali Family Heirloom, a Fire Tome, and a Wind Tome.
Other: Suffers from a fear of Dragons/Wyverns and travelling out in the water. Being a member of the Royal Family, the Estalis, Eli is capable of using any of the three Anima types, provided he has their respective tomes.
Title(s): Prince Eli, Crown Prince, Heir of Estala
Birthplace: Estala, Greymont
Race: Beorc
Age: Fifteen
Inventory: The Estali Family Heirloom, a Fire Tome, and a Wind Tome.
Other: Suffers from a fear of Dragons/Wyverns and travelling out in the water. Being a member of the Royal Family, the Estalis, Eli is capable of using any of the three Anima types, provided he has their respective tomes.
[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
When one thinks of the name 'Estali', great leaders and conquerors are usually the first to come in mind. With Eli, this cannot be farther from the truth. A passionate youth with more dedication to learning magic and the world, Eli is far from taking up the mantle of a leader. His mind is constantly racing on other matters than what is currently at hand. Even his own bravery is put into question by most who meet the young man; he is not without his positive characteristics however. As most Estali are, Eli is noteworthy of his kind heart and eagerness to resolve a matter as peacefully as possible. Conflict without reason is a worthless endeavor and only fuels the flames for more conflict, Eli was taught. Perhaps his greatest characteristic is his inquisitive mind on Anima and the ability to interpret tomes far easier than most mages - a fine quality passed down the Estali bloodline.
Another interesting quality that Eli displays is a lack of romantic feelings, unlike most boys around his age who begin to harbor such thoughts in their pubescent minds. Most advances upon the Prince are met with a polite apology and an easy denial. He has been shown to give a cold shoulder or even a verbal jab to others, so long as they keep it up. This, along with his intensive practice with Anima and exploratory tendencies, have made his father aggravated and even scared at the thought of being unable to continue the bloodline, who'm seeks to arrange a future marriage for the young prince. Of course, just like he does with those who push him, his father is met with a cold shoulder. Despite this, Eli has shown to be quite polite to women, even chivalrous to an extent.
Another interesting quality that Eli displays is a lack of romantic feelings, unlike most boys around his age who begin to harbor such thoughts in their pubescent minds. Most advances upon the Prince are met with a polite apology and an easy denial. He has been shown to give a cold shoulder or even a verbal jab to others, so long as they keep it up. This, along with his intensive practice with Anima and exploratory tendencies, have made his father aggravated and even scared at the thought of being unable to continue the bloodline, who'm seeks to arrange a future marriage for the young prince. Of course, just like he does with those who push him, his father is met with a cold shoulder. Despite this, Eli has shown to be quite polite to women, even chivalrous to an extent.
[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y
When word spread of the prince being born, celebrations and festivities dotted the landscape. For centuries the Estalian Royal Family, the Estali, had governed with wisdom to bring the kingdom to its current glory. With another king on the way, everything seemed to go smoothly. The boy grew up as most Estali do; learning of the world in it's entirety. The inquisitive and exploratory nature Estali are born with developed them into leaders, pushing to understand the world around them. When the time was right, all Estali took up leadership roles of some kind at a considerably young age, where their attitudes mellowed and began to see the globe from a more logical standpoint. With Eli, this was hardly the case. As an Estali, Eli was naturally born with a talent for Anima. What was unperceived was his passion for understanding it and the impressive ability he had as a pupil. What took a year to understand and process took four months. Scholars were baffled at his skill and pointed to his heritage as being the only possible explanation. With every passing day, Eli looked away from the political scene, and more into the beauty of the world, as well as the magic that he possessed.
Eli's very own father, Erigan the IV, was beginning to worry about the path that he took. If there was even a slight chance that Eli had no desire to fill in the spot of king when he passed, how would the kingdom run? Fear of anarchy and future wars led the king to taking desperate measures to thrust Eli into the political scene. Books on the ancient history of the Estalian tribes, wars fought between rival countries, customary manners expected of a ruler, and even going as far to match him up with various other noble girls. All of it was done to ready him for when he was to become king, but all of it fell on deaf ears. The boy wanted nothing to do with politics, thrones, or large scale battles. He wanted to explore the world and adventure with his powers, not coop up in a castle all day.
As the world begins to suffer from rising tensions between countries, Erigan has temporarily set his eyes off of his son in order to defend his kingdom. Eli, free of his fathers pestering, has grown restless of being held in a castle all of his life. With conflict at hand, it seems that Eli just might get his wish...
Eli's very own father, Erigan the IV, was beginning to worry about the path that he took. If there was even a slight chance that Eli had no desire to fill in the spot of king when he passed, how would the kingdom run? Fear of anarchy and future wars led the king to taking desperate measures to thrust Eli into the political scene. Books on the ancient history of the Estalian tribes, wars fought between rival countries, customary manners expected of a ruler, and even going as far to match him up with various other noble girls. All of it was done to ready him for when he was to become king, but all of it fell on deaf ears. The boy wanted nothing to do with politics, thrones, or large scale battles. He wanted to explore the world and adventure with his powers, not coop up in a castle all day.
As the world begins to suffer from rising tensions between countries, Erigan has temporarily set his eyes off of his son in order to defend his kingdom. Eli, free of his fathers pestering, has grown restless of being held in a castle all of his life. With conflict at hand, it seems that Eli just might get his wish...
[ ❇ ] F A M I L Y
Father: Erigan 'IV' Estali
Current ruling monarch of Estala. Through his guidance, Estala has managed to enter a relatively peaceful state, but recent rising tensions, conflicts, and reports of mysterious happenings have put the King on edge. He is well-known for being a war hero, as well as earning the prize of taking Ceiya's hand during said conflict.
Mother: Ceiya Estali - Former queen and wife of Erigan. Ceiya was a widely adored lady that Erigan fought in a war for after a dispute between suitors from both Cesadas and Anarcas. She died from complications during child birth.
Uncle: Garen Estali - Erigan's brother and a member of the Counseling Triumvirate, a three-person council with the intention of aiding the king, each with their own respective duties. His duty as the head of the Body of Defense is to ensure Estala's military forces are up to date and performing at peak performance, as well as maintaining security for places of interest.
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Fael
"Frightening as it may be, you are stronger together rather than standing alone."
Name; Fael of the Wintersun
Age; 63.
Class; Wolf
Race; Laguz (Wolf)
Birthplace; Mirivia
Inventory; Fang, Elixir x1
Other; Afraid of storms. He's good at fishing.
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Appearance Description; Fael is far from the hardiest looking person. He is skinny due to not eating a lot and has soft-looking skin. But he's been worn down by weather and has a lot of muscle mass from traveling and the labor that he had to do. He isn't too terribly tall, perhaps around 5'7" (170 cm). When around more than 4 or 5 people at once, his face will usually be streaked by flush out of nerves. Despite not having a place to call home, he is surprisingly well kept. His eyes are a bright silver and his hair a soft gray. These match his transformed state. In it, he has a soft silver-gray coloration and is quite large and lithe. However, he still probably could pose as a large dog if he needed to hide himself.
Personality; Though coming off as usually a bit confused and un-mannerly, Fael is a generally nice guy, albeit childish (without realizing it). He always seems in good spirit, though not the hyperactive kind, especially since overactive people seem to wear him out. He has a lot of pent up frustration and anger, but he ignores it, thinking that if he acknowledges it, it would be the same as giving up, but the more they build the more it sometimes may bubble up. Though, he has given up, but tells himself otherwise, and might space out sometimes. He isn't really the type to ask questions, talk back and will do as he is told for the most part, being afraid of repercussions. Though the lonely type, he will never take the company of others for granted.
Biography; Faels' clan were a smaller group living not far from the coast. When he was young, which is something he can hardly remember, they only ran into a few other travelling laguz. Unfortunately, one fateful evening, they were attacked by a group of slave traders and he was taken away from his family and friends, and they scattered away amongst the sand or were taken. He was taken and smuggled up into Cesadas, where he eventually found himself being under the ownership of a merchant trader. He worked aboard the ships, doing heavy lifting and moving. One night while they were sailing across the sea a storm blew them off course, and they were far from where they were supposed to be. Unfortunately, this left them confused and they ran aground. When Fael came to, he found himself on the shore somewhere in Ibion, under the care of an archer nomad who introduced himself as Anselm. After it seemed he wasn't going to die, the archer asked him about himself and they exchanged a short amount of time together. He however, had to leave for his family, and Fael was left alone. Unsure of what to do, he wandered the land, looking for any word if anyone knew about his clan, how he could get home, or if there were even any survivors that somehow may have made it over. Eventually, he gave up on that dream and wanders freely, without a real goal in mind but to live. He hopes in the back of his mind that he can rebuild his clan, and have them be safe.
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"Whatever the conflict, whatever the barrier, we must continue pressing on to victory no matter the cost."
Name:
Matthias Konstantine
Titles:
"Konstantine the Considerate" | "Lieutenant" | “Sir”
Appearance Description:
Konstantine is a well-built soldier that is riddled with past conflicts of both hostile forces and the bite of winter's constant embrace. His face is unusually tanned for someone in Anarcas, with some people believing he originated from Estala or even Ibion. However, it reveals every minor wrinkle, crust, and scars that accumulates, while also sporting dark hazelnut eyes and longish light brown hair. Some say that constant exposure to such whether makes some age more rapidly, with Konstantine looking several years older than he actually is. His muscular body, riddled in scars from previous battles, is usually encapsulated in a carapace of dark-blue iron armor, lined with gold highlights, being only taken off when in baths and in other rare circumstances. He stands at 5’10” (1.78 Meters) and weighs in at 146 lbs (66.2 Kg) without his bulky armor.
Age:
42
Class:
Lieutenant (Armored)
Race:
Beorc
Birthplace:
Anarcas --> Blackwater
Personality:
Hardened by the brutal battles within Anarcas’ eternal winter, Konstantine is a veteran soldier that strives to ensure the survival of his men. A stern, yet inspiring, lieutenant, he always makes sure that his troops and comrades are in tip-top shape, well-trained, and that they are all ready for battle at a moment’s notice. He barely ever smiles, usually seem issuing a frown that ranges from mildly-calm to that of utter disappointment, which all depends on the situation at hand. Despite his rather imposing persona, Konstantine is also known to be extremely kind and generous to his men, treating them all as if they were his brothers and sisters. This is especially true to the more emotional portion that he undersees, soldier who are new and have not yet seen raw combat outside the safety of their walls. Instead of punishing them, Konstantine sympathizes with their pain and through encouraging words and phrases he often pushes them to become braver and more willing to fight. This is why it so pains him to see when his men fall in battle, but he always carries on, even in the darkest of times.
Biography:
Matthias Constantine was born to a small middle-class family in the Anarcas capital, Blackwater. His father, Vellard, was a simple fishmonger, while his mother, Freya, was a priest for the Anarcan Central Army. Freya was relatively well-known for her commitment on the battlefield as well as her generosity towards her wounded patients she cared for. Most of the generals she worked under applauded her efforts in healing almost every patient under her care, with a mortality rate of only 4%. Meanwhile, Vellard was able to avoid getting enrolled due to a minor limp he had sustained from an infection several years prior. Wanting take after his mother, Matthias wanted to become a respected unit on the battlefield just like her, however he didn't feel like he could be a good cleric. His superiors suggested that he'd become an armored unit, as his physical strength and endurance made him eligible for the task. Accepting the offer, Matthias began training at the age of 12.
Three years later, he would be put to the ultimate test.
After the Siege of Fort Rigane, the Anarcan-Cesadan Army had been suffering losses left and right against the Estalan army. They were now on the loosing end of the war. As more troops attempted to aid the nearby towns and fortresses that were under attack, the walls of Blackwater became more desolate and empty. So when Erigan IV's forces set their sights on the capital of Anarcas, few were prepared for the landslide of slaughter that was to commence. Forced into the battle alongside his mother, the Konstantines did all they could to aid their companions and push the opposing forces back. Matthias even briefly clashed with Erigan IV's himself before being gravely injured and forced to fall back. Freya was able to heal her son's wound considerably before she was shot down by an enemy sniper straight into her back and penetrating her spine. Fatally paralyzed, Freya told her son to run and to continue carrying her mother's legacy as a protector of the innocent before ultimately dying to her wounds. Matthias didn't run immediately, instead hiding in the shadows as he watched Theodorus Floran, Regent of Anarcas, battle and strike down the enemy king. It was a bittersweet moment, only to be crushed into dust as the army suddenly developed a newfound strength to earn them the final blow that ended the War of the New Leaf.
Meanwhile, Vellard Konstantine seemed to have vanished without a trace for reasons unknown.
Konstantine was somehow able to escape being captured by the enemy as he left the blood-soaked capital and traveled to Floransvale to the southeast. While the Estalan victory left a vile distaste in his mouth, Matthias surprisingly didn't shed much vengeance for the opposing army. Yes they killed his mother, that he'll definitely never forgive them for and will always grieve for, but this was only war. And he understood, thanks to his superiors, that war is cruel and heartless to everyone, regardless of their position. Yet his mother's death would only make him stronger and more willing to ensure that his fellow comrades will survive the following battles and ensure that they'll come back to see their loved ones unharmed. This is something he'd embrace once he achieved the status of lieutenant at the age of 30.
With the lack of battle, Matthias' rank stagnated as he attempts to live a more peaceful lifestyle, while still honoring his rank and position in the army in times of peace. While he still heavily dislikes Estala for what they've done, his views continue to soften, only viewing them as simply a powerful faction within the realm and nothing more. Whether or not Anarcas would return to its former glory is of no concern to him. However with the rumors that a child of the Floran family had somehow survived the war, he couldn't help but to be curious at what the future holds next.
And now with the Pirate War becoming more and more of a threat towards Anarcas, as it slowly makes it's way up towards the Archipelago, Lieutenant Konstantine will have to prepare to engage the scum and villainy that sails ever so closer with each passing day.
Three years later, he would be put to the ultimate test.
After the Siege of Fort Rigane, the Anarcan-Cesadan Army had been suffering losses left and right against the Estalan army. They were now on the loosing end of the war. As more troops attempted to aid the nearby towns and fortresses that were under attack, the walls of Blackwater became more desolate and empty. So when Erigan IV's forces set their sights on the capital of Anarcas, few were prepared for the landslide of slaughter that was to commence. Forced into the battle alongside his mother, the Konstantines did all they could to aid their companions and push the opposing forces back. Matthias even briefly clashed with Erigan IV's himself before being gravely injured and forced to fall back. Freya was able to heal her son's wound considerably before she was shot down by an enemy sniper straight into her back and penetrating her spine. Fatally paralyzed, Freya told her son to run and to continue carrying her mother's legacy as a protector of the innocent before ultimately dying to her wounds. Matthias didn't run immediately, instead hiding in the shadows as he watched Theodorus Floran, Regent of Anarcas, battle and strike down the enemy king. It was a bittersweet moment, only to be crushed into dust as the army suddenly developed a newfound strength to earn them the final blow that ended the War of the New Leaf.
Meanwhile, Vellard Konstantine seemed to have vanished without a trace for reasons unknown.
Konstantine was somehow able to escape being captured by the enemy as he left the blood-soaked capital and traveled to Floransvale to the southeast. While the Estalan victory left a vile distaste in his mouth, Matthias surprisingly didn't shed much vengeance for the opposing army. Yes they killed his mother, that he'll definitely never forgive them for and will always grieve for, but this was only war. And he understood, thanks to his superiors, that war is cruel and heartless to everyone, regardless of their position. Yet his mother's death would only make him stronger and more willing to ensure that his fellow comrades will survive the following battles and ensure that they'll come back to see their loved ones unharmed. This is something he'd embrace once he achieved the status of lieutenant at the age of 30.
With the lack of battle, Matthias' rank stagnated as he attempts to live a more peaceful lifestyle, while still honoring his rank and position in the army in times of peace. While he still heavily dislikes Estala for what they've done, his views continue to soften, only viewing them as simply a powerful faction within the realm and nothing more. Whether or not Anarcas would return to its former glory is of no concern to him. However with the rumors that a child of the Floran family had somehow survived the war, he couldn't help but to be curious at what the future holds next.
And now with the Pirate War becoming more and more of a threat towards Anarcas, as it slowly makes it's way up towards the Archipelago, Lieutenant Konstantine will have to prepare to engage the scum and villainy that sails ever so closer with each passing day.
Inventory:
- Silver Lance: (See Picture)
- Silver Shield: (See Picture)
- Vulnerary: A healing potion that restores 10% - 15% of user's health. (3/3)
- Warm Drink: Provides +20% cold resistance and recovers 5% of user's health. (2/2)
Other:
- Voice Actor: DC Douglas
- Direction: A slightly younger, but more serious, Gunter.
- Direction: A slightly younger, but more serious, Gunter.
"I may look like a damn freak, but keep yer distance and I won' bite."
Name:
Aljahim
Titles:
"Al" | "Hellhound" | "Ravager"
Appearance Description:
Once an elegant wolf coated in silky white fur, Al has turned into a gruesome-looking beast that makes him look like a feral wolf from hell. Besides his rustled hair that is bundled in a man bun, all the hair on his body is gone, replaced by dark red, wrinkled, skin that resembles cauterized blood. He sports eerie cold-blue eyes and his mouth is deformed in having large white jagged fangs run down his entire mouth. Small bony protrusions stick out of his elbow and calf regions, whilst sporting longer arms and legs that are tipped in long sharp claws. Most notably, Al's human legs look much like that of a wolf, yet sport two rows of dagger-like toe claws, with the top row of three sticking out of the foot's cuneiforms. Even Al's tail is lined with these bony spikes, with the biggest being located near the tip.
In his Beorc form, Al stands at 6'2" (1.87 Meters) and weighs in at 163 lbs (73.9 kg), while often sporting a rugged coat, with a hoodie to hide his features, and worn-out pants that stop at his knees.
In his beastial form, Al is around three times as big as a wolf, standing at 7 feet (2.1 meters) tall and 55 feet (17 meters) long.
In his Beorc form, Al stands at 6'2" (1.87 Meters) and weighs in at 163 lbs (73.9 kg), while often sporting a rugged coat, with a hoodie to hide his features, and worn-out pants that stop at his knees.
In his beastial form, Al is around three times as big as a wolf, standing at 7 feet (2.1 meters) tall and 55 feet (17 meters) long.
Age:
124 Years
Class:
Wolf (Cursed)
Race:
Laguz (Cursed Wolf)
Birthplace:
Ibion
Personality:
Since he was cursed into the wretched form he currently resides in, Al's mind has been tainted in a bad-tempered and grouchy persona. Since nearly everyone who approaches him is driven away by his looks, as well as being outcasted from his own tribe due to this, he had to get used to the fact that he'll most likely will never get accepted into a normal society. Thus he tends to bar himself from most social interactions, shooing away most who want to talk to him, and to any being he must force himself to talk to, it's often very brief and straight to the point before he takes his leave. This attitude is also present during times of conflict, where Al would often tend not to fight people and mind his own business, however it's simply to keep his true form hidden from the public. Because once he gets rilled up significantly, he becomes a ravaging ball of animalistic carnage and chaos.
He swears to find the person who cursed him into this monstrosity and either force him to restore his old body if possible, or if not, simply kill him in the most agonizing way imaginable.
He swears to find the person who cursed him into this monstrosity and either force him to restore his old body if possible, or if not, simply kill him in the most agonizing way imaginable.
Biography:
Aljahim was born under the shining shores of Assegai, Ibion to a tribe of nomatic white wolves known as "The Fangs". The Fangs was a migratory tribe, usually residing in the mountains during the Summer, only to come down to the beach in the Winter, all in order to ensure that they have a constant supply of food that they can call upon at will. They are also a completely independent tribe, relying only amongst themselves for they very rarely visit or interact with the other tribes within the area, not even towards other wolf tribe. Due to the infamous nature of the Beorc's, the Fangs also kill any that step foot within their territory, regardless if they are hostile or not. It's all to ensure that they won't be captured and put into slavery.
Al was a noble wolf, one who was very well-liked and was a prime candidate to become the next Fang leader. He was strong, courageous, and very compassionate of his brethren. He'd often attempt to hunt the largest animals within the region by himself or with a few hand-selected elites and was praised for his high-risk work in sustaining the tribe. However, it didn't prepare him when he came face-to-face with HIM. Al encountered a lone man, his faced covered with a void-black hood with red stripes running down both the front and back, all held together by a thick yellow string. The man looked young, but his voice was ominous and brooding, as if he was possessed. Through pure instincts, the wolf attacked him, yet was suddenly taken back as he was blasted with a thick purple fog. Just before he blacked out, he could only hear the chaotic laughter coming from the man, shortly after he said something under his breath.
Soon after, Al woke up to find himself completely mortified at to what had become of him. His lush white fur had completely fallen off his body, save for his hair, replaced with this rough red, wrinkly, scarred skin. His entire features had also seemed to have mutated, sharp fangs, bony spikes jetting out of his arms, legs, and even his tail, as he was turned into what can only be called a monster. It seemed as if the hooded man had placed a curse on him. With his pride shattered, he dreaded what the tribe would think of him in his current state as he heads home, only to be met by his comrades who drove him away. Even as he tried to prove that he was really Al, they didn't trust him and thus they essentially "banished" him from the Fangs.
He was 43 years old when it happened.
Now forced to live a life of solitude, the cursed laguz was to forever wonder the world alone. However, Al also swore to find that same man who cursed him and either force him to change him back into his original self, or otherwise to just simply kill him. But until that day, Al will have to deal with his current predicament and indeed he began to feel more comfortable in his current body. After all, it did have some perks that gave him a step up compared to most of his race... but all for the cost of being the first and perhaps the last of his kind.
Al was a noble wolf, one who was very well-liked and was a prime candidate to become the next Fang leader. He was strong, courageous, and very compassionate of his brethren. He'd often attempt to hunt the largest animals within the region by himself or with a few hand-selected elites and was praised for his high-risk work in sustaining the tribe. However, it didn't prepare him when he came face-to-face with HIM. Al encountered a lone man, his faced covered with a void-black hood with red stripes running down both the front and back, all held together by a thick yellow string. The man looked young, but his voice was ominous and brooding, as if he was possessed. Through pure instincts, the wolf attacked him, yet was suddenly taken back as he was blasted with a thick purple fog. Just before he blacked out, he could only hear the chaotic laughter coming from the man, shortly after he said something under his breath.
Soon after, Al woke up to find himself completely mortified at to what had become of him. His lush white fur had completely fallen off his body, save for his hair, replaced with this rough red, wrinkly, scarred skin. His entire features had also seemed to have mutated, sharp fangs, bony spikes jetting out of his arms, legs, and even his tail, as he was turned into what can only be called a monster. It seemed as if the hooded man had placed a curse on him. With his pride shattered, he dreaded what the tribe would think of him in his current state as he heads home, only to be met by his comrades who drove him away. Even as he tried to prove that he was really Al, they didn't trust him and thus they essentially "banished" him from the Fangs.
He was 43 years old when it happened.
Now forced to live a life of solitude, the cursed laguz was to forever wonder the world alone. However, Al also swore to find that same man who cursed him and either force him to change him back into his original self, or otherwise to just simply kill him. But until that day, Al will have to deal with his current predicament and indeed he began to feel more comfortable in his current body. After all, it did have some perks that gave him a step up compared to most of his race... but all for the cost of being the first and perhaps the last of his kind.
Inventory:
- Fang: User's fangs and claws are used to attack opponents.
- Stamina Drink: Reduces fatigue back to 0 completely. (1/1)
- Speed Tonic: Increases user's speed significantly for the entire battle. (1/1)
Other:
- Voice Actor: Steve Blum
- Direction: Wolverine with some Zeb Orrelios involved.
- Aljahim ("Ale-sha-heem") means "Hell" in Arabic (edgy, I know).
- Al is known to be a fighter who is quick on his feet, yet hits extremely hard.
- Al can be deterred by most magics, however more so when in contact with thunder and holy magics.
- Direction: Wolverine with some Zeb Orrelios involved.
- Aljahim ("Ale-sha-heem") means "Hell" in Arabic (edgy, I know).
- Al is known to be a fighter who is quick on his feet, yet hits extremely hard.
- Al can be deterred by most magics, however more so when in contact with thunder and holy magics.
D A V O R D E L ' T R E U S E
Name: Davor Magdas Del’Treuse
Title: Baron Magdas, Sir Davor of Myre
Age: Twenty-Three
Class: Bow Knight (Bow) ⇨ Bow Paladin (Bow / Lance)
Race: Beorc
Birthplace: Myre, Cesadas
Appearance Description:
With a lithe silhouette and a large, metal longbow at his side, not to mention him mounted on a muscular, black horse, Davor appears built for the back line of combat. Davor stands relatively tall, and always seems to be perfectly groomed, with a head of muted brown hair, a pair of dark blue eyes, and a smile on his clean-shaven, warm beige face. His well-kept armor and war-gear features various shades and material, with the metallic plate-like pieces being a shining silver, the flowing cloth being several shades of teal and blue for the majority. The leather straps, gloves and such are dark shades of brown, and other accoutrements and metallic bits in brass and gold.
Personality:
Davor seems very calm, cheerful, and collected; not the life of the party, but a wise friend. This seems to be a recurring theme in most of his roles he takes in the majority of things: a cunning tactician, an accurate sharpshooter, a follower of orders, a head of the family wine trade. Because of this however, Davor tends to be rather aloof when faced with matters he fancies significantly less, making him rather niche, yet fantastic at the jobs he can do. One can expect him to give all his effort to his passions, but only just.
In terms of being around people, Davor is partially indifferent. He can tell when other people like or dislike him, and he acts accordingly. Because of this, he seems quite detached from most other folk. This renders him quite hard to befriend. Despite this, however, Davor will always strive for your best intentions, if it aligns with his own moral code. He finds enjoyment in the improvement of others, whether friend or simple acquaintance.
Biography:
Davor was raised from childhood in the seat of nobility. Being in the trade capital of the entire world, Davor never knew of a time he wasn’t without money, or without some kind of benefit plan. It helped, too, that his family owned a winery business, quite famous around the cities, raking in countless millions in cash. In this overindulgent lifestyle, Davor grew up having just about everything he ever wanted: a top-notch education, a great deal of reputation among his peers, and any and every form of entertainment money could afford.
Davor discovered archery at the age of six. Since then, he was fascinated by the wonders of precise, perfect accuracy, and the dance between a man and his bow. His parents, with much reluctance, allowed him to learn the art one year later, starting from the ground up as a page for one Sir Ellowyn, a female knight with an expertise with the bow. With her teachings, Davor learned the importance of responsibility, duty, and the art of war.
Davor spent the next 14 years under the tutelage of Sir Ellowyn, learning all the ins and outs of archery, armor maintenance and the importance of battle tactics, a job Davor proved to be quite proficient in. Finally, at the age of 21, after all the effort put into being the man he was, he was finally knighted as Sir Davor of Myre… and was thrust directly into the fray.
For the next year and a half, Davor was juggling both his family business and being deployed constantly to defend Myre’s borders. This appeared to be where he was at his element, honing both his mind and body to be as tactical, accurate and efficient as possible. Davor indulged in the rush it gave him, and this perspective earned him a place as a tactician in the royal guard, a title he did not take lightly.
Lo and behold, the news of growing tension across the Thanatian Sea; pirates, just along the border of the landmass of Cesadas. Suddenly, a declaration of a pirate war, one to threaten Estala and the Archipelago, and soon enough, Cesadas as well. As the capital city, of course Myre would send their greatest guard to aid in the fray, solely for the purpose of self-defense. Davor’s own family would have personal squabble in this, too, as wartime greatly affects the status of the family business, a risk the family is not amicable to taking. All the reason for Davor, personally, to go. With a skip in his step and a longstriding smile, Davor sets off for Port Sylvanus, and eventually, the rest of the world.
Inventory:
- Steel Longbow
- Vulnerary (3/3)
Other:
- Heir to the Magdas family business, and the Magdas household.
- Excellent at household chores.
C Y L O R E I S S A R
"Music makes people happy. I like that about it."
Name: Cylo Reissar
Titles: Miss Cyrei; Lady Reissar; La Chanteuse (Stage Name)
Age: 26
Class: Heron
Race: Laguz (Heron)
Birthplace: Port Sesta, Estala
Appearance Description:
Cylo never fails to stand out against crowds with her strikingly ethereal outfits and her elegant, floaty demeanor. She stands tall and proper, and carries herself with a formal grace. She has delicate features: narrow jawline, rounded cheeks, slightly pointed nose. She has clear, aqua eyes, sometimes heavy with a lidded expression. Her ivory face sits underneath a tightly bound, intricately braided, platinum blonde chignon. Lastly, a pair of pointed, triangular ears, a sign of a Laguz of any bird tribe.
Her outfits tend to vary, but her outfit as of this conquest is an expensive, white dress, cut open in the front and ending in a short, flowing train. This is worn under a beautifully embroidered shoulder cape, also white in color. However, the most obvious feature of the outfit is a big, fluffy, cream colored fur scarf, which presents itself ostentatiously against the rest of the outfit. Lastly, a pair of elegant, white wings sit proudly on her shoulder blades, giving her a very angelic, almost incorporeal appearance.
Personality:
Cylo can be described as a proper lady who exudes grace. She stands upright with a straight spine, almost leaning back, and takes light steps, as if stepping on rough surfaces. She keeps a cool head, especially when faced with public groups. She also tends to be very, very quiet, her voice never seeming to go higher than a whisper, and if one tries to listen in, it seems that there’s a certain hoarseness to it. This, however, is in stark contrast to when she sings, where her voice is loud, silvery, and well-modulated.
In the public eye, Cylo seems very distant, acting rather cold to those she doesn’t know well. However, with more softened relationships, one may find that Cylo gets livelier the more you get to know her. She is rather introspective, always looking for the meaning of things, what’s underneath the first layer. She cares deeply for friends, and longs for more, though she doesn’t seem confident enough to go out of her way to make some.
She has a real soft spot for music. She can’t help swaying her head to the lovely tune of a piano, or giving a skip or two when she hears the sound of a lively fiddle. There are moments where she will contribute her voice to the song, if she knows the lyrics, or if she had memorized the tune by heart. Music seems to be her muse, a trait many folks know well. It is her contribution to the sad serious world, one she performs with passion and gusto.
Biography:
A small, heron child was born in the middle of a smuggling operation, where she came out early due to her mother’s stress. For the first few days of her life, she didn’t seem like she was going to make it. This pushed the Laguz of that specific circumstance to fight, harder than they ever did before. Eventually, they did get out, just in time. They had just arrived at Port Sesta, free of their bonds. However, the heron’s mother did not make it.
She spent the next few years of her life sheltered in an orphanage, her caretaker being a Laguz himself. Something was off with her voice, and no one in that poor community could figure out what. The baby didn’t speak, didn’t cry, didn’t make any sort of sounds that confirmed any sort of communication. Rather, she seemed to mime it out, yet no one could hear her voice. She was effectively mute.
Just when the orphanage was going bankrupt, a wealthy Beorc showman took her in, raising her as his own. This, of course, sparked a great controversy: Theodore Reissar, widowed and childless, resorting to adopting a young, poor Laguz off the street. Regardless, Theodore endured through all of it, raising this child as his own, giving her the name Cylo, his own songbird.
Cylo was raised in Greymont ever since, her father always trying to make her life the best it can be. He showered her constantly with whatever he thought she wanted, even if she didn’t want it. At first, she was grateful. Who wouldn’t be, if put in the same situation? However, after a while, she began to grow concerned. She saw the stress on her father’s face. She was the only thing that mattered to him, and it showed through his obsession.
It was the eve before her tenth birthday. Not many folks would want to celebrate a birthday for a Laguz, even if she is the daughter of a respected showman, with his professional theater stage. This year was especially dour; It seemed that his esteemed compatriots’ patience ran thin, not wishing to put up with their friend’s blasphemy any longer. Theodore sat, head in his hands, furrowing his brow over what would be the first imperfect birthday for his daughter in six years.
Suddenly, he heard a voice, wafting clear throughout the hallways. A light, beautiful tone, singing a melancholy song, one that Theodore knew well, as he sang it to Cylo when she was very, very young. He followed the sound of the voice, travelling from hallway to stairwell, before arriving at the room of his daughter. There he stood, shocked, as in front of him was his mute, Laguz daughter, singing to her doll, her voice breaking the air, clear as day. She turned to face him, tears streaming down his face. His own songbird.
Her life seemed to change drastically since then. She was brought to a private school instead of homeschooling, and she started to have private singing lessons, where she honed her voice with the help of an unknown Mr. Nyrid, a bright-eyed old man with a passion for music and a liveliness to his voice. Despite the relatively short lessons Mr. Nyrid may have taught, they were certainly indispensable, and the two were able to bring Cylo’s voice to new heights, where she learned that her silvered voice and charisma could press deep into her audience, bringing out emotions from even the hardiest of folk.
Her father eventually found her talents to be quite enchanting, both in her human and her awakened heron form. He eventually added her as a talent in his theatre, a new performance that was as spectacular as it was controversial, pulling in and driving away many a crowd. Despite all this, Cylo became a beacon for Beorc and Laguz interrelations everywhere, in a movement that showed nearly all that it’s possible for the two to get along.
It has been about four years since she had joined the theatre. The Esteemed Siren, La Chanteuse, known to impress and impart emotions deep within Beorc and Laguz alike. As happy as she was with her life and how it had impacted relations between Laguz and Beorc all across Estala as well as the recognition she got as an advocate between the races, Nyrid had also imparted some lesson of meaning to Cylo, some deep insights into what it means to have a voice as powerful as hers. Soon, she found the idea of branching out quite tempting, and a need arose to (quite literally) spread her wings and fly, a thirst for adventure as an advocate of peace. She pitched the idea to her father, and after a deep conversation was had… she was allowed to go.
News befell the bright-eyed woman: Port Sesta, in deep trouble, being directly next to the Thanatian Sea, where a pirate war befell. It was also said that the son of the King, a young lad with the surname of Estali, would also be joining the fray. With little combat experience, yet a clear, open-minded optimism, Miss Cyrei: La Chanteuse, enters the fray.
Inventory:
- Ornate Hair Comb
- Vulnerary (3/3)
Other:
Cylo doesn’t particularly like entering her Heron form out of combat. She feels out of place, maybe a side-effect of being raised under a Beorc-majority town. However, despite this, she seems to always advocate for both Beorc and Laguz, always an intermediary in between the two. Cylo has an affinity for the winter season, and her shows sell better in that season too.
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Zachary Nyrid
“Life is much like a song. It has its ups and downs, but in the end its how we interpret it that matters.”
[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N
Name: Zachary Nyrid
Age: 17
Class: Bard (Support)
Race: Beorc
Birthplace: Jakrin, Ibion
Inventory: Acoustic instrument, journal.
[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
As with all Bards Zachary comes with a caring soul that loves demonstrating the beauty of music to people. No matter where Zachary goes it’s with a smile on his face as he plays his instrument as an extension of himself. He is a youthful and passionate boy who has dedicated his life to bringing the beauty of music to life. Zachary approaches any situation he can with an open, merciful heart just as his grandfather taught him. Even with his gleaming positivity he still feels a weight in his heart. The guilt of leaving his dear mother and father at a young age has taken its toll on Zachary.
The young bard wishes his parents only the best, but he has a mission in life he must pursue. The Nyrid family name must regain its prestigious status as musicians once again; a legacy left to him by his grandfather years ago. If his father would dismiss the family heritage then it was Zachary who would gladly step up to the mantle. The emotions Zachary harbors for his deserted family do not weigh him down completely, though. Instead it ties him back home so that one day he will return once his quest is complete. Zachary is a young man driven by his passion for music and he intends on making a name for the Nyrid family once again.
The young bard wishes his parents only the best, but he has a mission in life he must pursue. The Nyrid family name must regain its prestigious status as musicians once again; a legacy left to him by his grandfather years ago. If his father would dismiss the family heritage then it was Zachary who would gladly step up to the mantle. The emotions Zachary harbors for his deserted family do not weigh him down completely, though. Instead it ties him back home so that one day he will return once his quest is complete. Zachary is a young man driven by his passion for music and he intends on making a name for the Nyrid family once again.
[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y
Born into a poor household in the city of Jakrin in northern Ibion, Zachary and his family lived peacefully. Zachary lived with his mother, father, and grandfather in the slums of the northern city. His parents spent their days out fishing whilst he stayed home with his grandfather. There was not much to do besides household chores and going to the market. With little else to do during the day, Zachary’s grandfather would bring out an instrument and sing songs of old about the Nyrid family. Ages ago their ancestors once played music for any royalty willing to request their talents. Their musical talent was unrivaled for generations, and the way they produced such music seemed to be magic for the patrons.
The stories were spoken almost lyrically as his grandfather played every day. It wasn’t until he was older that Zachary’s grandfather revealed a hidden truth of their family. Zachary’s ancestors did not just play music for royal events. Instead they took to the battlefield with the soldiers of war. It was there that they inspired the troops in the heat of the battle to keep on the fight. For years his grandfather would keep him enthralled every day about the ways of his heritage.
However, Zachary’s father did not take too kindly to grandfather “speaking absolute nonsense”. Zachary’s father always complained that chasing lucrative fantasies of being a musician were nonsense. The stories were simply stories, nothing more. Zachary would become a fisherman just as his father and mother. Thus on one fateful day a storm blew in and Zachary’s parents came home early during a story. His father lost his temper for the final time. Through the heat of the argument was when Zachary’s grandfather was cast from the household forever. The only things left behind were his grandfather’s hat and instrument.
Many weeks past from then and Zachary protested his father’s overreaction every day. Zachary had enough of his father’s harshness and doubts. The Nyrid family name meant something to the world once and has faded from history. Someone must reclaim their glory. One evening Zachary attempted to sneak away quietly with his grandfather’s possessions. However, he was caught in the act. With little time to react as his father tried to grab him, Zachary struck his father and fled his home of many years.
Zachary wandered further north from then on, earning spare currency from passersby he played for. He was now on a personal quest to find his grandfather and thank him. The stories Zachary heard mostly took place in the great kingdom of Estala and it was there he traveled to. Along the way he acquired a red breasted grosbeak as a traveling companion and they have been traveling northward into Estala. They were in search of a master gone by…
The stories were spoken almost lyrically as his grandfather played every day. It wasn’t until he was older that Zachary’s grandfather revealed a hidden truth of their family. Zachary’s ancestors did not just play music for royal events. Instead they took to the battlefield with the soldiers of war. It was there that they inspired the troops in the heat of the battle to keep on the fight. For years his grandfather would keep him enthralled every day about the ways of his heritage.
However, Zachary’s father did not take too kindly to grandfather “speaking absolute nonsense”. Zachary’s father always complained that chasing lucrative fantasies of being a musician were nonsense. The stories were simply stories, nothing more. Zachary would become a fisherman just as his father and mother. Thus on one fateful day a storm blew in and Zachary’s parents came home early during a story. His father lost his temper for the final time. Through the heat of the argument was when Zachary’s grandfather was cast from the household forever. The only things left behind were his grandfather’s hat and instrument.
Many weeks past from then and Zachary protested his father’s overreaction every day. Zachary had enough of his father’s harshness and doubts. The Nyrid family name meant something to the world once and has faded from history. Someone must reclaim their glory. One evening Zachary attempted to sneak away quietly with his grandfather’s possessions. However, he was caught in the act. With little time to react as his father tried to grab him, Zachary struck his father and fled his home of many years.
Zachary wandered further north from then on, earning spare currency from passersby he played for. He was now on a personal quest to find his grandfather and thank him. The stories Zachary heard mostly took place in the great kingdom of Estala and it was there he traveled to. Along the way he acquired a red breasted grosbeak as a traveling companion and they have been traveling northward into Estala. They were in search of a master gone by…
[ ❇ ] O T H E R
Zachary is quite protective of both his hat and instrument. Both are gifts to him left by his grandfather to carry out his quest. If someone were to attempt and take these items from him he would protest greatly. Another thing is that even though it seems like Zachary can be quite flirtatious, he’s actually just extremely kind. To him every woman holds a unique beauty but he’s not in search of love quite yet; at least, not until his quest is complete. Lastly he speaks in broken tongue sometimes. The Ibion local tongue sometimes mixes with the international language. It’s quite common for him since he tends to say whatever is on his mind.
[ ❇ ] F A M I L Y
Father: Yakuso Nyrid - A self-taught fisherman by trade. He did not buy into Angelo's stories and musical lessons like Zachary did. Yakuso believes that those story are mere children's tales and that the only true meaning in life is the profit earned from hard work and labor.
Mother: Isabella Nyrid - A woman whom was taught the trades of fishing by her husband's family. As much as she tried to participate in raising Zachary, she reluctantly passed that responsibility onto Angelo whom was more available to watch her child. Isabella wishes that her work wasn't as demanding as it was.
Grandfather: Angelo Nyrid - Zachary's sole reason for his passion in music. Angelo is the father of Zachary’s mother. He was taught how to play by his own grandfather, and used the knowledge and talent he possessed to pass on the mantle to his own grandchild.
Pyce Mess
“Your biography is built by what you tell others, so make a story so grand no one knows what’s true.”
[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N
Name: Pyce Mess
Age: 28
Class: Priest (Support)
Race: Brand
Birthplace: Norathe Archipelago
Inventory: vulnerary, staff, fishing pole, rain coat, scarf.
[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
Pyce is usually a shadow person within crowds until he trust someone within to begin to talk. He finds comfort in being quiet and taking in the sounds of nature and his surroundings which lets him sit at a table with a group of people and just listen to them converse without needing to talk to feel a part of it. He so keeps his background and personal history hidden from everyone always, as a result he ends up just throwing out a different story each time he is asked.
[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y
Pyce grew up on Norathe, but after a few years of a quiet and peaceful life, his brand was seen and his parents had two decisions either let their son be killed or fake his death and send him to Moros to live alone. His parents choose to never see their son again and he has lived on the outskirts of the island traveling in a circle since. He occasionally goes into one of the towns along the coast to get the occasional supplies he needs to survive. Growing up in the wilderness and getting books the he could get his hands on he found his natural affinity for healing magic using it to heal cuts and other injuries he would collect along his way. After nearly 15 years of living on the island people from the towns he occasionally visited started to realize hes not ageing at the same rate as he should be they started to question who and what he is, this lead to him living on longer outings before returning back into a town. Today he is trying to leave Moros and go somewhere where he can restart his life again and hopefully blend quietly into the community and be forgotten.
[ ❇ ] O T H E R
Pyce’s brand is on the center of his back located between his shoulder blades, this location of his brand allowed him to keep it hidden relatively easily, but he still wears a scarf to ensure that no one can approach him from behind and see the brand below his shirt collar.
[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N
Class: Myrmidon
Birthplace: Cesadas, Myre
Race: Branded(Peacock Tribe)
Age: Seventeen
Inventory: Iron Sword, Vulnerary.
[ ❇ ] A P P E A R A N C E
Percy is rather tall for his age, standing at a perfect six foot. Despite a thin figure, it's well toned due to training his body well; He has a tanned complexion as well. His straight jet black hair is long enough to drop to the back of his neck, and almost covers his piercing golden eyes. Being a Branded, his brand is under his shirt and on the center of his torso, the color being a deep purple.
[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
The first thing noticeable about Percy's personality is his unfortunate knack for getting into trouble, whether it be because of his attitude or his constant meddling. Despite this, Percy has an unusually strong sense of duty to those close to him, as well as a clear goal to become stronger for personal reasons. Being alone for most of his life, Percy has developed an ineptness of forming a strong bond, despite his strong sense of loyalty. Although, Percy is always willing to lend an ear for whoever needs it, as well as give them advice when needed. If someone manages to discover that he has a brand, Percy's personality shifts around and he ends up going to unnatural means to make sure that they had forgotten what they had seen. One could say that he could become more violent than he is already prone to be.
[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y
It all started once a strapping young noble man living in Cesadas fell in love with one of the young female slaves working as the help in his father's property. The young couple learned that the woman was going to give birth to a boy, but so did the father who did not approve of his son's actions. He sent mercenaries to drive the woman away, making her escape into the forests nearby where the woman and her newborn baby boy would live there for the remainder of her days before she had suddenly disappeared from her son's life at the age of eight. That boy, of course, was Percy. From then on, he fed and took care of himself alone and had to learn how to do things usually the hard way. At first, he was resentful of the people around him because of his upbringing as well as his lack of belonging. Percy eventually learned that he could shape his own destiny the way he wanted to. Despite this revelation, Percy is adamant on hiding his true identity as a Branded and tries to hide his brand in order to fool people into thinking that he is a pure-blooded Beorc.
“Ah~ Is it the witching hour?”
[ ♡ ] I N F O R M A T I O N
Name: Malia Khune
Age: 21
Class: Fire Mage (Fire Magic) ⇨ Fire Sage (Anima Magic / Staves)
Race: Beorc
Birthplace: Greymont
Inventory: A special star pendent, Trusty book of spells, Fire Tome, Diary, Vulnerary
[ ♡ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y
Malia is an....interesting sort of person. It's never quite clear what exactly she wants or why she wants it, and to be honest, it isn't entirely clear if she could even tell you. She is bright in both personality and intellect without a doubt - although she often seems to be without the sense she was born with. But be warned, although Malia may seem like she is one spell short of a full Tome, she belies a cunning and on occasion malicious streak.
[ ♡ ] B I O G R A P H Y
Malia was born in Graymont to a loving mother and father. Her parents own a small shop which sold various trinkets and nicknacks. They were by no means a wealthy family, but comfortable and happy would be accurate descriptors. Malia never wanted for anything, but as a girl, she was always curious. What made things tick? How did the earth come to be? She often turned to books for answers, and when books did not provide what she was looking for she would find the answers herself - often by venturing somewhere or taking something apart. Her parents were not overly worried, as it was natural for a young girl to be so curious of the world around her but one day she discovered her talent for the arcane. Able to wield the element of fire was a wondorous thing for the teenager, but she lacked control. Her parents worried about what she might accidentally do and so arranged for her to meet an instructor and go on a journey. At first, Malia wrote to her parents, informing them of all her adventures and progress and then one day the letters stopped. About a month later Malia's instructor returned to her parent's shop and informed that when he had awoken one day Malia had gone - he'd spent weeks trying to find her but to no avail. There had been reports of brigands in the area and so he feared the worse. Malia's parents spent a painful three years grieving for their daughter until one day she came home. She walked through the door to the family shop as if she'd only been gone five minutes. Her parents were relieved but when they asked where Malia was she only ever gave one answer - I was learning to be a witch!
Malia was different from before; she dressed oddly and consistently referred to herself as a witch, she wrote in a diary and would sometimes chuckle to herself and she had a strange pendant that she always kept on her person. Her parents were confused but were grateful just to have their daughter back alive and well.
Malia was different from before; she dressed oddly and consistently referred to herself as a witch, she wrote in a diary and would sometimes chuckle to herself and she had a strange pendant that she always kept on her person. Her parents were confused but were grateful just to have their daughter back alive and well.
[ ♡ ] O T H E R
Malia is left handed. She also has a bit of a sweet tooth and has a bad habit of literally taking candy from children. Finally, although she has incredibly neat handwriting, her artistic skills are equivalent to about a four year old - she is still unable to colour inside the lines.
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