[CHAR] Skyfall: A Coming of Age Story

[Ellipses]

GM reserved for a character list!

[Apoalo]

Mikhah the Perceptive Noble

Character Details:

Name: Mikhah
Age: 16

Extra Images

Personality:
Mikhah is an interesting enigma of a teenager. He's filled with the classic teenage angst and attitude yet he tempers it with an intelligence beyond his years. He's always willing to learn something new and has a knack for staring and absorbing various activities that he sees done around the large house. Just in case he should he ever have to do the task himself. A firm believer in knowledge being one's best weapon Mikhah spends a lot of time reading and learning and shows thoughtfulness for others. He was raised as a gentleman and he understands how the 'game' is played, knowing that all his words carry weight. He has struggled with anxiety for some time and to combat it, as it goes against his nature of being the 'perfect' son, he started training in the practice field with sword and shield when not in the library. Mikhah developed a style of his own with Mathus, a guard captain, whom he opened to about his struggles. He developed this style by using his brain along with his speed, and it relies on using his opponent's attacks against them, feinting and outsmarting his opponents into making mistakes that he can capitalize on with ripostes and crisp blade work. Like with his other activities it's his 'true sight' that allows him to perform with this style so well, able to truly observe every move his opponent is making and foresee their next moves based on previous information. The result is a very defensive and very calculating game of cat and mouse, that is until Mikhah figures out his opponent's fighting style. At that point, it's usually too late.

All in all, Mikhah is a teenager in the midst of many changes. He's dealing with trying to keep his family supported, and to perfect his own duties which he's still trying to figure out. He's a mess of anxiousness, tempered by an older instructor who has taught the young man to forge that anxiety into positive energy and to attack the world with boldness instead. You never know what to truly expect from him when you pass him in the hall and even though he's mature for his age he will still break down when he feels overwhelmed and required a sincere support system. He may hate it, and will never show said weakness unless he trusts the person unconditionally.

Background:
Mikhah was born to a wealthy family, a family that served the rulers of the land for centuries or more, their loyalty proven on many occasions as the Kingdom went through the trials of the new landscape. Mostly serving as advisors and military leaders the Aparo name is synonymous with chivalry, respectability, and law. Their lands are noted for minerals and the blacksmiths some of the best in the Kingdom able to use advanced techniques to create patterns in the blades. They are proud and prestigious, and all of that rich history was imparted into the head of the first-born son of Calipsu and Isak Aparo, Mikhah, who is the current heir to the House.

Mikhah grew up wanting for nothing and given everything he could possibly need to be a happy child. Thought as his parents like to say, with great power and privilege came extreme responsibility. In addition to the usual activities of a child, Mikhah spent a large portion of his time studying with tutors and scholars from all around the Kingdom and sometimes beyond. Taught his letters, and how to speak properly the boy was being groomed for a life leading the House and grew addicted to books and learning. Unfortunately, he was combating growing anxiety as he aged into the double digits. At ten he understood the reality of the expectations upon his shoulders. It ended up threatening to burst which was the perfect time for his parents to give him an outlet and contracted a Guard Captain named Mathus to begin teaching the boy how to defend himself.

Instruction started off simply, with standard parries and feints but quickly grew to be quite brutal. Mathus taking the stance that the young man should be prepared for all kinds of fighting, and not what he called 'playing'. As Mikhah grew so did the savagery of the training, and so did the weight of other studies. The pressure was all around but blowing off the steam helped quite a bit. Surprisingly the now teenager found a true calling to the Longsword and with Mathus's help created his own fighting style which has proven many times to be quite a challenge for even some seasoned fighters. Hailed as a gifted youth, Mikhah was placed in a pool of others from around the Kingdom just in case the need should arise.

During his time going about his many lessons and emotions, he met a younger boy who had been wandering around the forests outside the family home. The two struck up an easy friendship that just felt 'right' and after a year the boy or Eidolon revealed his true nature and attaching himself firmly to Mikhah. It was a strange partnership as Lanthiel, the Eidolon's name was determined to be human and to learn their ways. He was unlike any other Mikhah had heard of but the two had grown closer than brothers, and after some consideration by his parents, Lanthiel was allowed to stay.

The day after Mikhah's sixteenth birthday the need for the gifted youth did arrive after a shooting star was seen overhead. And Mikhah now finds that instead of preparing for his test of courage has been summoned to investigate along with the other gifted youth and their Eidolons. Mikhah is eager to prove himself and is eager to get started serving his Kingdom while Lanthiel is excited for his human but also as the chance of adventure and to see how other humans act. His thirst for knowledge and learning as equal, if not more so than his humans own.


Skills:

• Diplomacy: Mikhah has been trained and schooled to negotiate with even people he normally would dislike and hate with a burning passion. In control of his emotions at the table, he is a talented and skilled diplomat already having been sent by his family to treat with other noble families. Mikhah's talent at 'seeing' through people's actions and get a feel for his environment has helped him in this endeavor and the combination of his youth and oddity of an Eidolon has made many people underestimate those talents.
• Perception: Ever since he could walk Mikhah has been curious about the world and searched for answers. An inquisitive mind that always asks why and calculates Mikhah looks at things and can see past what others may have missed, or passed over as unimportant. To Mikhah, everything is important and he files it away in an excellent memory for later. His perception has become a part of his very being and is used in all other traits. Mikhah would consider this to be his fundamental trait and the one that any others are built upon.
• Swordplay: Trained to fight not just other noble fighters but everyday bandits, larger men, shorter men, and multiple opponents. How to move, where to place his back, under-handed tactics to watch out for, and the necessity for keeping ones cool Mikhah is a well oiled and drilled fighters that also has a true talent for swinging a blade. His swordsmanship is a sight to behold, elegant and deadly but also careful and planned. He's a dangerous fighter as he has developed a style to use his enemies' weaknesses and strengths against them.

Gear:

• Longsword named Tamerlein which has been in the family for four decades after being gifted to them by a Master Blacksmith. On his left hip.
• Arming Sword on his right hip.
• Dagger behind his back, leaning towards the right for ease of access.
• Many sets of clothing. One for more political aspects, one for traveling, and one for fighting. His court clothing is a mix of gold, blue, and silver which are the Aparo colors while his traveling clothing is a simple soft blue leather suit with some chain mail underneath. Finally when knowingly entering combat his combat attire consists of a mix of cloth gambeson, chain mail hauberk, leather, and scale with a tabard and cloak displaying the Aparo eagle in either direction but also to hide his footwork from his enemy.
• Large travel pack with food rations, his spare clothing, and water canteens.

Misc.: Enjoys singing and has a decent singing voice. Also can play the violin and read music. Color code: color=1E90FF

---

Eidolon Details:

Name: Lanthiel the elf! HUMAN! He meant human of course...
Appearance: Standing at exactly four feet, the Eidolon appears a young squire to his 'master' while he wears hoods and his hair is kept long to hide the points.

Lanthiel

Abilities:

• Elven Agility: Lanthiel is fast and agile making him extremely difficult to hit. So fast that it seems he becomes a blur for a time. Pay no attention to the muttered words at the start... He isn't using magic you are!
• Healing Magic: Lanthiel is able to call upon the forces of the earth to accelerate and mend wounds, draw out infections and poisons, as well as slow blood flow to form clots and prevent one from bleeding out. The more he heals the more exhausted he becomes, as channeling elemental forces can be tiring as a young Eido-human...
• Nature Manipulation: Lanthiel has a strong bond with the elements, and can call upon them to aid him or Mikhah if required. Stronger spells require more power but most of these abilities strength come from nature giving willingly and as such is less taxing than channeling the power into someone else.

[Utrax]

De'yaego, the Forceful Brute

Character Details:
Name:
De'yaego
Age:
18
Appearance:
Standing at 6ft 2in and built thickly, here's a young man who was fed well but lifted a lot of heavy stuff in his life. Warm brown skin, large brown eyes with a dreamy stare, and a scruffy beard immediately stand out about his face. He's kept his hair oiled and protected by styling it into dread-locks, as the rest of his family has done, and has only once had to cut them, in all his life, after an unfortunate encounter with a fireball. He has the full lips and regal nose of his heroic lineage-- as his elders say. Still, despite being on the cusp of adulthood, he's still got the youthful features of a young man-- often having guesses at his age aimed downward. As is tradition, he's had his canine teeth plated in gold, via a very secret and painful method-- such is the symbol of his lineage, as they emulate their ancestral heroes, and the tales speak of the warrior with "golden fangs"-- the symbol of the warrior which he bares.

Large Picture

Personality:
Well this guy thinks he's in charge all the time. Sure, he's certainly a responsible and honest sort, but why must he insist on taking care of everyone, taking charge of the situation, or issuing out orders as if he were the King? This is a bossy fellow but in an oddly mellow way. He maintains a cool-headed exterior, sometimes even icy, even when demanding attention-- which he often does so by lowering his voice and gesturing sternly. A lot of his emotions aren't spoken of but they do show on his face. Deep sighs and head shakes accent the fact that he thinks he's always right and that everyone else should just do as he says. He can be so straightforward and honest that his bluntness boarders on rudeness. There's a stubborn streak in him and more than a few cultural oddities-- such as solving arguments with your fists and baring your teeth as a sign of hostility.

Background:
Out on the fringes of society, in a tiny coastal village, to the north of the E'lyzabeth islands, there is a very small clan of warriors made of fifteen families, that claim to be descendants of a "Grand Band of Heroes". Wither or not this is true, they live as another nameless village, with lands barely claimed or owned, in huts made of rubble and metal. Here they live off the land as best they can, mostly subsisting on hunting and gathering, while scavenging from what's left of the world before, to fashion weapons and armor.

They keep strong the traditional fighting styles and skills of their ancestors-- being something of a village of warriors as a result. Families that carry the ancestral blood of the heroes emulate them as a means of paying tribute physically. As a result, many of the villagers have golden "fangs", the cross chest scar, the white streaked hair, and other cultural signifiers. It was in this village that De'yaego was born.

This is a boy that was the oldest of his siblings and forced to grow up too fast. His Mother raised him as brutally as his mother before her-- as she hailed from the lineage of some Great Hero and the techniques they used demanded passing down. There was a brutal balance in her style of care. For every beating he received, there was equivalent care-- for every missed meal as punishment, there was a feast. De'yaego grew up helping raise his siblings as well, as his mother was very busy, outside of training him, and it often left him and his aunt and second mother to care for the children. Oh, his father? Dead before he met him. Each of his siblings is only half-- the four of them having four completely different fathers but the same mother.

And all of them having dead fathers.

As is the tradition of their somewhat forgotten village, new fathers embark on a lonely sail, out into the sea which crashes upon their cliffside village. While many return, the journey must be taken upon the birth of the child, even if the weather swells the waves and cracks the skies. De'yaego figures it was some sort of curse. The fathers of his friends returned-- but whenever any of his siblings were born, winds howled and thunder boomed, which forced their fathers into mosfortune.

When his mother sent him away on his eighteenth birthday, he didn't question it, and knows he can never return. His mother made that abundantly clear. Through his life there were others which left the village-- those born to the "true lineage," that he never saw again. Oral tradition often spoke of it in song and dance-- how the fabled warriors were exiled by the elders. Were it not for the exile, say the tales, those heroes never would have awakened to their true destiny. As is believed by the elders, certain children have a sacred "spirit reading" conducted at birth, wherein which their exile is predetermined, and known only to the parents, until the day comes. Such is the burden which De'yaego was born into-- a fact that was purposefully hidden from him up until this point.

It's been a few days since then and naturally he misses his home and his family quite dearly, though he keeps his composure, and hides the sound of his rumbling stomach very well.

Skills:
Hammer/Mace/Club Proficiency + Hand-to-Hand Proficiency + Stand Your Ground-ism
De'yaego can take a punch, grit his teeth through pain, and stand his ground probably a good deal firmer than most young men his age. His knuckles, hand, and feet are calloused for his fighting style is brutal, made for killing by any means, and his training matched. He will not run or turn his back to his opponent unless he's dead set on saving his life for next time. The fighting style consists of very close range attacks, grapples, knees, kicks, and lots of nasty "unsportsmanlike" moves-- he will absolutely bite someone's face and gouge their eyes out if necessary.

Free Climbing
The village he hails from is full of ruins, caves, holes, and cliffs, which gives him some skill when approaching climbable objects. Though he's not the most agile, he's got some bravery, and can leap and bound without much regard for heights. All of his climbing skills is without gear and he definitely doesn't know how to use much other than a rope-- but even then he'd rather just climb using his hands and feet.

Gear:
Traveling Pack: Hunting Knife, Canteen, flint and steel, dried fish/squid, oatmeal.
Worn: Rusted Steel Bludgeon, trench-coat with hood, fighter's hand-wraps, shade-lens goggles, a very green gold chain necklace, dirty cargo-pants, and thick leather boots. That's right. He's not wearing a shirt.

Misc.:
He can lift 280lbs at max but can't run very well at all. It's not that he lacks the stamina, it's simply that he lacks the speed. So focused on fighting and lifting that, as they say, "All gains and no cardio etc. etc...". With that in mind, it's no wonder that he absolutely cannot read. He was training to be a warrior and no part of that involved reading, learning more than about how to hurt and kill people effectively, and how to properly treat his own wounds. He can't cook other than charring the meat over an open flame and only has a slight knowledge of edible berries and mushrooms.

Eidolon Details:

Name:
Craigerius -- The Molten Core of Shol
^{Craig for short but don't say that too loud, they're sensitive.}

Appearance:
Tremble in fear and wail in terror mortal, for Craigerius The Molten Core of Shol, has arrived! Run as it summons volcanoes with a single stomp-- scream as streams of magma burst from the ground TO BURN ALL WHO STAND BEFORE IT! Which would be impressive if it was larger than knee height.

Craigerius!

Abilities:^{Luckily(?) fire's dangerous even if it's small...}
Volcanic Stomp/Molten Rock Control -- With a single stomp of their tiny foot-nub, a 1ft tall volcano emerges from the ground, and erupts violently with smoke and lava, setting up the point from which a lot of abilities are cast. Craigerius has full control over molten rock but the rock must be molten first. They can melt other rocks down but it's just easier to use the tiny volcano. One can see how this could quickly get out of hand if large quantities of molten rock are formed or if, you know, you're in a library combination rug and dry wood store. That said, the control over the molten rock is difficult and takes a lot of stamina and concentration-- while a large quantity can be controlled, it gets more difficult as the amount goes up. A bucket of lava is all fun and games but a silo? Difficult! ^{And who even stores lava in a silo?}

Rather notably, Craigerius and De'yaego don't work together very well-- the Eidolon having taking a liking to him but De'yaego seeing it as a bothersome creature that doesn't follow instructions. The two couldn't be more alike. De'yaego met Craigerius only a month ago-- the creature having found him and insisted on following him. Their communication has a definite barrier as Craigerius' speech comes out as sputters, hisses, and clicks to the untrained ear. Other Eidolons understand Craigerius' communication without effort and seem to be rather nervous about whatever they ramble about. Luckily, it seems the "Stupid Giant" has no idea what Craig is saying. For now.

[vietmyke]

Joe'shwa, the Deadeye Hunter

Character Details:

Name: Joe'shwa
Age: 18
Appearance:
Standing in at 5'11, a tall and lanky frame belie a surprisingly developed set of arm and back muscles. Lean and lithe, his is a body that appears used to regular travel and exertion, if not heavy physical labor. His pale skin is pockmarked with scars, cuts, bruises, scrapes and tattoos, with new ones appearing seemingly every time someone lays their eyes on him. Setting off his pale skin is a set of reddish brown eyes, which despite his punk-like exterior, seems to exude a sense of calmness and calculated confidence. he keeps his hair shaved off the sides of his head, and will typically keep his face clean shaven.

Extra Images

Personality:
Quiet and reserved, but not unfriendly, Joe'shwa is a bit of a wallflower- preferring to let others take the initiative. Calmer and more mature than most around his age, Joe is a fairly down to earth and well grounded individual, and kinder than his scruffy appearance would imply. Despite this, Joe'shwa isn't afraid of confrontation, and will readily stick up for what he thinks is right, and jumps to the defense of those he values. Somewhat lazy and sleepy-headed, it isn't uncommon for Joe'shwa to attempt to skip out on camp duties or doze off after or even during conversations- and he claims to have perfected the ability to sleep while on horseback.

Background:
Born to a pair of parents he's never met, Joe'shwa spent his infant and childhood years at the Fordes Orphanage. While not poorly treated at the orphanage, Joe'shwa would spend most of his formative childhood and adolescent years acting up and doing what rowdy kids his age did- namely running away from the orphanage and into the city where they'd stir up some trouble, inevitably get caught, get a beating, and then get sent back to the orphanage. Joe would form bonds with the orphans and other urchin kids- forming what many adults would call gangs. Schooling for the lower class and orphan children was never a particularly strong priority, and most of what the lower class children learned in their youth was the lessons they learned in the streets- with the orphanage teaching mathematics, letters and reading as admirably as they could given their resources.

Despite his troublesome childhood, Joe'shwa actually got along quite well with the orphanage staff and caretakers- whom while severely overworked and understaffed, were not unkind to the children. As they got older, Joe'shwa and a few of the other older orphans would slowly transition from general rabble rousing to helping out the exhausted staff of the orphanage- in their own chaotic ways. One of the old caretakers was once a soldier for the kingdom, and had taken to teaching the orphans archery, swordplay and other martial skills as a way of instilling chivalry and moral values as well as working off teenage angst. Joe'shwa and a few of the other orphans would adapt these skills and go into the woods to go poaching- not exactly what the orphanage had intended when they taught the young orphans, but at the same time not complaining about the influx of meat and food that started appearing on their tables.

It was also around this time Joe'shwa would find his Eidolon. The two had a rocky start to their relationship, Joe'shwa initially attempting to catch the creature for a meal, and the Eidolon subsequently electrocuting him in self defense. As a stunned(ha) Joe'shwa and an agitated Eidolon prepared to fight, a much larger and very angry bear appeared- upset that an annoying teen and weird other creature had disturbed its den. Sudden comrades born of fear and the threat of a much larger creature, the Eidolon and boy fled together back to town. After a rather shocking(ha) introduction, the two would eventually form a bond and became companions.

By the time Joe'shwa had turned 18, he was a fairly well received individual at the orphanage. Younger children looked up to him and would often attempt to imitate him- occasionally to the chagrin of the staff- and the caretakers appreciated the assistance he provided them. In turn, Joe'shwa had already begun seeing the orphanage, and the children and staff inside it as his new extended family. The old caretaker that had trained him suggested that he seek out and join the king's military forces for a stable life. Joe'shwa agreed, promising to bring fortune and aid to the orphanage when he returned.

While he was preparing to leave, a massive shooting star was seen in the sky, and a few days later a call came searching for gifted young youths to investigate the occurrence, offering a sizable reward- almost as though it was a sign of fate. Though loathe to leave his life behind, Joe'shwa and his Eidolon would heed the call, fully intending on taking the reward and returning to his home to share the spoils.

Skills:

• Archery - More than just marksmanship, but the ability to continually draw heavy bows and consistently hit targets. Though primarily versed with a bow and arrow, Joe'shwa is presumably capable of accurate usage of most ranged weapons- if given enough time to understand its operation. Capable of shooting still and moving targets from distances up to 35-50 yards, Joe'shwa has shot at plenty of targets and animals, but never other humans. Joe'shwa is also well versed in the basics of bow care, and will often carve his own arrows.
• Survivalist - The catch-all term for scouting, hunting, and tracking, Joe'shwa is well suited to skulking through the trees and underbrush, following and stalking his quarry while remaining unseen and unheard. He can throw together simple snares and work wonders with some fishing line and a hook.
• First Aid - Armed with a variety of poultices, herbs, wraps, and other small supplies, Joe'shwa isn't a surgeon by any stretch of the imagination, but he can keep himself or others from dying from a basic wound or cut.

Gear:

• Recurve Bow - A well maintained bow made of carbonfiber and aluminum- a relic from the old world and a gift from Joe'shwa's trainer. It pairs off with a dark leather quiver with space for 6-12 arrows.
• Tomahawk - A simple, sturdy steel axe. Useful as a general purpose tool, as well as an emergency close combat weapon.
• Clothes - A plain brown hunting jacket over a crewneck sweater, durable work pants and boots, gloves and a leather archery vambrace.
• Rucksack - A tinderbox, a spool of fishing line and hook, hunting knife, fletching for 20 arrows, a case with metal arrowheads, a small whittling knife, a spool of fine thread and needle, a roll of clean cloth and bottle of spirits for cleaning and treating wounds, a pouch of herbal ointment, a few days worth of dried food and a small tarp. A water canteen hangs off the back.

Eidolon Details:

Name: Raijū - though more affectionately referred to by Joe'shwa as 'Spork'

Appearance:
Raijū typically takes on the shape of a glowing kitten, seemingly made entirely out of electricity. He is perpetually warm to the touch and will often give or cause people to give each other static shocks. When threatened, Raijū takes on his true form- a much larger (but still rather diminutive) electrical ocelot.

Abilities:

• Shockingly Fast - In combat, Raijū is nimble and bounds around quickly to deliver light but painful shocks to his target- not unlike a taser.
• Lightning Arrows - Raijū is capable of manipulating large amounts of electricity, most easily delivered through an accurately placed arrow from Joe'shwa's bow. The two have been working on delivering lightning bolts via the bow without an arrow, with successful results, but unreliable delivery- dropping the effective range to just within 10 yards. When using his powers in this manner, Raijū cannot engage in combat himself and must stay attached to Joe'shwa.
• Thundering Blows - Similar to delivering electricity via arrow, Raijū, when attached to Joe'shwa can charge electricity into his axe or punches, allowing him to deliver more powerful, electrically charged blows.

[Jeep Wrangler]

Roe'mynn, the Dexterous Nomad

---

---

Name: Roe'mynn
Age: 18
Appearance:
As 5'8" a, loosely built man with a semi-raggedy look, Roe'mynn doesn't come across as the individual he is. Though lean, he doesn't showcase much muscle visually and looks rather average. Long umber hair drapes down to the back of his neck and circumnavigates his ears, all the while being generally ignored in style and ruffled to a untouched, virginal manner. Almost as if it were coated with flickers of dirt, his skin is a slight tone darker than being completely pale. And, though out of place, a feature of common interest seems to be his hazel-emerald blend in his iris, adding a splash of colour to his eyes. However, his complexion is rather sweet, smoothed by the gift of youth. When it comes to his attire, Roe'mynn tends to keep himself lightly clad, as to not weigh himself down.


Personality:
Unlike some adventurers, Roe'mynn can come across as a constrained young man with little input on life. However, with quick realisation, one would discover that he acts more as a person who puts value in blessings of the day, and the spoils of the night. Honour is not a concept he holds close to heart nor does he think of it as a pathway to solidarity. His upbringing taught him of present troubles to the civics of prosperous lands. An underbelly always exists - those who know of its cynical reality can learn to survive before others can. Regardless of him bordering cynicism, Roe'mynn can detach himself and become a rather cheerful individual, someone who enjoys the company of others on his travels and covertly depends on it for meaning. For he does not live life to achieve reward, as there is no goal for Roe'mynn to ascertain. He lives as days go past, hoping that the next chapter in his years would give him something to hold onto dearly.


Background:
And when civilisation returns, building kingdoms, towns and cities to house its people, there is always a group separated by culture. Nomadic, yet familial, the Wyandurah People were a small, closely tied community that moved by foot and hoof. In search of something, a select few individuals lead the group through the northernmost regions above Ahmeryca, where their origins are loosely connected to. These were the people that housed the birth of Roe'mynn, second son to the third collective of the tribe. Life was always met with great difficulty as their greatest foe surrounded them at every second: the unforgiving world of nature's climate.

The people, however, were not pushovers. Roe'mynn was brought up on the virtues of resilience, a testimony to their generations of survival. As per the civil roles, Roe'mynn was brought up as a defender, a child who trained vigorously to ensure that the people remained safe from threats. He was by no means a hunter, but a few times had proven the value of arming oneself. Specifically, he seemed to gain great proficiency with polearms, coupled with his natural dexterity. Eventually, he upgraded to a light, versatile glaive, shorter than most of its counterparts. Quick with his hands, all the while calculated and precise in where he landed his hits, all Roe'mynn knew was how to stay on the move and look out for the families that enlisted his help. Life became not about individuality, but the effort of the group and the housing of affectionate company. The community cared about each other and did everything within their powers to maintain their numbers if danger arose. As long as they kept moving in almost senseless directions, they could keep their eyes on the food they needed and maintain their course from settlement.

He trained from the moment he hit eight, and upon reaching the age of thirteen he saw his first encounter with the fabled creatures of the wild - the destructive prowlers that lurked in the mythos of Ahmeryca. And whilst he never fought them during the encounter, he used his nimbleness to whatever commands his elders gave him, be it distraction or supply movement. Following that day, he soon encountered something unexpected - his Eidolon.

On the banks of Ahmeryca, during a torrential rainstorm, Roe'mynn was separated from the nomads. Traditions of his family kept him alive for the first day, until he stumbled upon the spirit that would alter his life's journey for good. Initially, Roe'mynn tried to kill it, seeing it as a monster distorted by the feats of its past. The Eidolon immediately took a liking to the young boy's tenacity to stick a sharp blade into it, eventually wearing him down overtime through a light pursuit. Roe'mynn never understood why the creature took a liking to him, as if it were reading his thoughts or heart before his actions. After much exhaustion, the Eidolon spoke to him and catered for his safety until the rainstorm passed two days later. Compliant with his company, Roe'mynn offered it the opportunity to accompany him back to the nomadic people, as he believed it'd proved itself as an asset of survival. This was a poor choice, of course. When they eventually crossed paths, the Wyandurah People were mortified at the implication of the boy accepting the influence of the creature, and thus in an act of rage he was exiled westward, toward the shore, and told to find the community that would take him for what he was.

Three years have passed now. Roe'mynn doesn't have a community. He roams between towns within the Kingdom of E'lyzahbyeth from time to time, sometimes doing jobs, sometimes getting into hassles with low-end authorities, all with the Eidolon in close proximity. His lonesome travels have allowed him to further his polearm and glaive skillset, creating an independent young man with a grim view on the places he came from. One day, a great star flushed through the night sky. And when word spread of Elders looking for young talent to investigate its occurrence, Roe'mynn was amongst the first to put his name forward - not because of the promised wealth, the spoils of honour or the chance to see the outside world, but because he wanted a sense of purpose again.

Skills:

• Polearms - Specifically with the glaive, Roe'mynn has spent extensive and apt amounts of his childhood honing his ability with weapons of the class. Having a sharp blade postured into the body of a staff finds itself as the perfect combination, scaling it down ever so slightly to account for his smaller stature. Though they can prove tedious and burdensome in tight spaces, unlike a dagger or shortsword, his nimble fingers and accurate handiwork does its best to negate the troubles of his innate choice of martial fighting.
• Judicious Dexterity - From childhood, he always expressed a talent for his hands. Whether its with working on small mechanisms, threading needles or twirling poles between his fingers, Roe'mynn is proud of the handiwork he can commit to. It proves useful in a lot of situations, such as climbing, as well as any hand-based work.
• Nomadic - Being a nomad isn't just a status of constant movement. It's a lifestyle, in which survival is tested on the daily; where communities have to work together to provide for one another. Food, water, clothing, logistics and protection are the main pillars of a stable community. Rationing, improvised warmth and temporary shelters are menial work that he can provide to a small group of travellers alongside him.

Gear:

• Short Glaive - Though the weapon itself was considered a relic of the past, the high-carbon spring steel polearm, acts as a sturdy improvement over wooden counterparts, capable of bending and stretching itself whilst maintaining its strength.
• Tanto Boot Knife - Boot knives, doubling up for hunting and light craftwork, act as common emergency weapons for dire circumstances.
• Attire - Still rooted within the nomadic clothing he grew up with, layers of scarfs, light jackets and cloth act as protection from the elements and remove the hindrance of weight during combat. Occasionally decorated with belts, wraps, straps and fur, sitting atop of toe-capped boots and cargo trousers.
• Travel Pack - Stored dry meat and grain foods. Two clean cloths. Small canteen and a whetstone.

---

---

Name: Aurin

Appearance:
Aurin appears as a transparent otter, glistening with an angelic, ethereal-like effect. Though transparent, with no discernible endoskeleton, Aurin does appear to be a living manifestation. Anyone can touch him and feel the cloud-like furry goodness of its spirited coat. Despite looking like a ghost, it cannot pass through solid objects, but it does seem to ignore gravity and floats around freely without too much restriction.


Abilities:

• Strong Gusts - As a creature of wind, Aurin acts as a defensive and evasive Eidolon. Using quick, widespread gales, it can try to push back nearby opponents, or enough to stagger them, giving Roe'mynn more space to work with.
• Concentrated Airburst - Instead of spreading the gusts around a wider area, Aurin can concentrate its windpower to more precise areas, or singular directions, which allows for greater precision. Creatively, it acts as a way to deflect specific targets, or to throw Roe'mynn at slightly extended distances for lunging at targets, dodging attacks or traversing terrain. However, due to the nature of its concentration, Aurin appears to get tired out a lot quicker when doing so.

[Crusader Lord]

Leyann

The Smith, The Reader, The Eidolon-Taming Spear-Wielder

~Character Details~

Name: Leyann

Age: 17

Appearance: (pic in below hider)

Hope This One Works

Personality: Leyann is someone for whom work and hard work especially are not alien concepts, but rather more akin to close friends than anything else. She is someone who will ‘bite the bullet’ to push down her own pain or tiredness to assist others, a fierce determination to ‘get things done’ pushing her to greater heights in what she does but also at times pushing her to greater hurt to herself. One could call her a tomboy as well, due to her work habits and gung--ho attitude to get her hands dirty, and to her own admission she is more alien to the concept of a ‘soft, pretty lady who sits about dolled up’ than anything else.

This being said, underneath the ‘responsible elder sister’ side and ‘hard worker’ she is...something else as well. A tired child who is curious about the past, a hopeful girl who looks to the future and t\he stars with wonder, a selfless woman who seeks the best, and yet someone who has for a long time not had much help in lightening her load. The weight of it all has been a pressure on her, and she does bottle things up to an extent to keep a smiling face in front of others. Especially when she is pushing herself too much, she can even be stubborn about things unless forced or pressured to take more care of herself.

Background: The daughter of a skilled smith and his wife, and the second oldest of five children, Leyann had much responsibility hefted onto her from a young age. As her older brother was in the king’s military, he wasn’t at home all the time, yet ultimately ended uip abandoning his family after a spat with his father some years ago. This left Leyann to take on multiple roles as her father’s work increased due to his praised skills and her mother became more busy caring for her younger siblings in her growing household. At times she might assist in the care of her siblings, others she was with her father in the forge and learning his craft as his oldest remaining child, and at others helping gather food supplies and hunting or foraging as her mother neatened up the house. It was a multi-purposed role that became necessary to keep her family running, and one that she embraced out of necessity.

...It was also an exhausting role, one that left her sometimes looking for ways to cope. Sitting in the tallest tree near the village to watch the stars at night became one of her personal pastimes, when able, but what truly caught her eye was an eccentric older man in her village named Toum. In his home were etched stones, shelves of parchment, and ancient ‘paper’ and such vessels of words that bore upon them ancient stories and learnings and even old tales once only passed down by word of mouth. Whilst the local nobles seemed to make use of his library and came there at times, even agreeing to place guards to ensure its safety, the use by locals in her village was not much. However, Leyann began to talk to the old man and became curious about his collection.

Conversation eventually turned to a desire to ‘learn’, to grasp at the knowledge of the past somehow. She would come to work for the old man, helping care for and organize his tomes and information in return for learning how to read. Reading would eventually give way to discovering an old English textbook hidden among the older areas of the library, and a curiosity-filled and self-driven desire to learn this ‘ancient tongue’ on her part. From here even a math textbook or two would come to arise, and when she wasn’t busy helping family one could ultimately find Leyann hidden away in the old man’s library reading and trying to learn.

Eventually, however, the fall of a great star from the sky and the call to assemble ‘gifted youth’ to venture out and investigate reached her ears and village. When she volunteered to go, however, there was more on her mind than simply taking her test of courage to become an adult. It was a chance also for her to get out into the outside world, to get out and maybe see some of the ruins left behind by the ‘Builders’ along the way. All she knew was...something in her cried out: “I have to see it all with my own two eyes!”. As such, she never looked back...simply promising her family she would return alive and as an adult.

Skills:

-Literacy: A skill gleaned from years of talking and learning with the old man and his collection of tomes. A rather unorthodox skill for a commoner to possess, and yet one that she possesses all the same. She can read and write in ‘ancient’ English, though to some limited extent has some very rough semblance of ‘speaking’ it as compared to the normal tongue of her people. She also has mathematical or scientific knowledge gleaned from scant old textbooks or passed on knowledge recorded there by past nobles who were patrons of the library, and some general knowledge of legends and tales and such things.

A very rare and generally not-useful thing for someone focused on a life of survival and craft learning, but a skill she’s fostered for herself and invested weightily into all the same.

-Smithing: She is a capable enough smith who can work metal, knows how to build and use a proper forge, and is capable of making use of raw materials and scavenged metal scraps to do her work. A solid crafts-related skill that can be handy in the field given enough time to make use of it.

-Spear Combat: A skill mostly practical in nature due to her going hunting with one to help her family, though she had learned some ways to practice and use one from her military-trained older brother before he finally abandoned their family for good. She has put those things learned from her older brother to heart and her practice, both to remember him and become a stronger and better hunter.

Gear:

-Steel Spear: A deadly sharp metal spear suitable for combat and hunting larger game, forged with the guidance of her father by her own two hands.

-Light Armor: A pair of light metal shoulder pauldrons, a pair of lighter thigh-protecting metal greaves, and a pair of boots with metal-toe protection (roughly based on steel toed boots) and a piece of light metal on the back of the ankle of the boot to protect the back of the heel.

-Traveling Cloak: Thicker trench coat with an added hood, but styled more to be simply secure to the body for long journeys. Great thing to wear against the elements.

-Travel Pack: Bedroll, cured meats and such preserved rations, water-filled canteen, smithing tools, a knife, and-...oh. An old worn compass? Did she find that at the old man’s library?

Misc.: She met her Eidolon, "Melu", as she was hunting in the woods one day. Melu stalked and observed her throughout her hunt, though at the end seemed to come out of hiding to see her more closely. Despite initially hesitant of the odd creature, however, the diminutive creature seemed to regard her curiously more than anything. Ultimately she offered Melu some meat from a prior kill in her hunting bag...and the little creature happily accepted the gift with eager haste. Safe to say, her family were more than surprised to see Melu at first until she proved well able to take care of pests and in one instance a pesky thief with a seeming death-wish.

However, the old man Leyann helped took a shine to Melu on first sight. Kept calling her 'Lady Edelgard' and letting her climb about and read as well as Leyann did her own reading and such. On occasion, the female Eidolon would curl up with Leyann and read silently with her as well.

~Eidolon Details~

Name: Melu

Appearance: An Eidolon the size of a small child, yet whose body appears like a haunting forest spirit that wanders the wilds. More so, she bears resemblance to the ancient human tradition of the "Wild Hunt" in some capacity.

Melu

Abilities:

-Miniature Manifestation: Melu can manifest similarly ethereal-looking creatures, shaped after a wide variety of animals (including wolves and horses and deer). Of course they are all her size at largest, ultimately, and she can even ride on them to boot due to her own size. They can at least be useful in maybe hunting pests, killing smaller creatures, and wielded in enough numbers can even be used in fighting larger creatures or larger tasks.

Of course if Melu is knocked out, she can't sustain these creatures of hers and they disappear once more.

-Speaker of Tongues: Melu is odd in that she...is frankly capable of speaking and reading in the various tongues of humankind. Perhaps more, if those creatures that came from space had or have any sort of 'language' or similar concept to it.

-Weather Manipulation: While not capable of grand feats like manipulating the weather in the skies above, she can generate smaller 'weather' about herself. Human-sized that produce lightning and come with strong winds, a cloud formed to let loose a rain shower to wash off an unlucky ally, or even a concentrated little area of fog that can be formed. Even creating a little 'dry space' about her and her master/allies to protect them from a heavy rain would be generally speaking possible for her.

Imagine these as small little localized things, something she could tire herself out with in a hurry for sure by just spamming it, but even so can be useful in their own way.