Fire Emblem RP Ideas and world building !

[Write]

I'm definitely headed the Mage Fighter route. If that's cool with anyone.

[Melkor]

I'd be interested in this RP idea. Sounds fun.

[Levythelevy]

Hey just confirming my Knight character - I'll post him up tonight after work!

[Bornlucky]

@Dynamo Frokane Players can play as many characters you can play.
@Izaka Sazaka @Levythelevy I can't wait to see them~
@Write That's cool with me~
@Melkor Glad to have you!

[Melkor]

@Bornlucky Do you have a CS template?

[Write]

@Bornlucky

OOC going up soonish?

[Bornlucky]

@Melkor

Here you go

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@Write it should be up in the next few days, I'm just finishing up the NPC's and Skills for it

[Izaka Sazaka]

Urik of Carnheim

Name: Urik of Carnheim

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Thief

Personality: Lazy and mischievous. As a thief Urik often finds himself in a myriad of situations directly related to his swindling nature. Because of this he's learned to spend most of his time relaxing to make up for the numerous high intensity run-for-your-life situations he seems to regularly find himself in.

History: Born an orphan in the city of Carnheim in Isa Lomita, Urik grew up on the streets learning how to talk tough and run quickly. With time his inability to provide for himself turned his nimble fingers to thievery, an art at which he currently excels.

While in the marketplace one day his dastardly attempts at economic gain fell upon a noble of some high status and although he was successful in lifting the man's coinpurse his escape attempt did not fare so well. Thrown into the town's prison he was left to rot for a week before his former mark returned to offer him a second chance.

Impressed with his thieving skills the noble offered Urik a chance to use his talents in a different manner, namely, in the service of the Isa Lomitanite government serving as a spy and general information gatherer. More than happy for a chance to escape his previously dull life aspirations Urik immediately accepted and was inducted as a Lomitanite spy.

Weapons: Iron Sword (Fluff = Two Iron Daggers)

Weapon Rank E

Skills:

Miscellaneous: Wears a headband given to him by a fellow thief before their untimely demise. Also wears a necklace depicting a manakete which is of minor religious significance to him. Worships the departed manaketes as minor deities.

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Knight Artorias of Kimura

Name: Formerly Caim of Lindow, now Knight Artorias of Kimura

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Wyvern Rider

Personality: Pragmatic but resolute. As a soldier, Artorias is well accustomed to making his opinion known regardless of how unpopular it might be. In battle he's quick and ruthless. Virtually uncaring about the lives of both soldier and civilian he seeks out his ultimate goal: victory.

History: Born the son of a simple finsherman Caim grew up on the stories of valorous Kimuran mercenaries and imposing knights. From a young age he set himself to the goal of leaving his village to pursue employment in Kimura's Wyvern Knight Corps. Unfortunately, Caim did not pass his initial entry tests and was turned away time and again due to his inability to bond with a wyvern partner.

Desperate for success, Caim set out for the base of Kimura's western mountain ranges, scaling them by hand until at last he reached the wyvern's nesting grounds. Using his training from the admittance tests he was able to approach and tame a wild wyvern (who he named Lowen). After some practice Caim returned to the Kimuran capital of Quinlan and was able to pass his entry examinations easily, earning himself a position in the Wyvern Knight Corps.

Since then he's spent many years working his way up through the ranks to attain the status of First Captain of his own unit of wyvern riders. In addition, due to his valorous deeds he was also granted knighthood and a new name to reflect this status.

Weapons: Steel Axe

Weapon Rank D

Skills:

Miscellaneous:

[AirBender]

Alright, my dancer is finally done. Here ya go!

Saya

Name:
Saya Ashira

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

Class:
Dancer

Appearance:

Saya is a relatively tall girl, standing at five foot eight. She has a slender build and weighs in at about 120lbs. She has long, wavy, blonde locks and sapphire blue eyes. Long limbs, and pointed features that give her a graceful appearance.

Personality
Saya is brave and determined, despite her lack of fighting prowess she still puts herself at risk on the battlefield in order to help others. She's stubborn and a lot tougher than one would think of her class. She's a bit quiet and likes to listen more than join in conversations. Despite that she is friendly and someone who is easy to talk to. She almost always has a smile on her face, unless on the battlefield, and likes to make sure others do to. She's calm and is able to keep a clear head in chaotic situations.

History:
Saya was born and raised in Sihala. Her family didn't have much, but they never went hungry and were happy enough. From a young age, Saya knew she wanted to be a dancer, but lessons were expensive, so her parents told her that she couldn't. Determined, Saya watched outside the window of the school, learning the steps on her own that way. One day, the teacher caught her outside, and instead of scolding her, asked if she wanted to come inside. Of course she said yes, and was able to join in the classes for free. Just a few weeks later, the teacher took her on as an apprentice, seeing great potential in here. In just a few short years she became one of the best dancers in Sihala and was sought after by many. Honestly though, she grew bored of just performing on stage, and decided to try dancing in battle. Adding a weapon and some danger into the mix was actually a lot of fun, and she hasn't gone back since.

Weapons:
Dancing, Iron Sword.

Weapon Rank:
Sword rank D.

Skills:
N/A

Miscellaneous:
Saya's dancing lends her well on the battlefield, and while she may not be able to hit hard, its very hard to hit her.
Saya is ambidextrous due to her dance training and can wield her sword equally well in each hand.
Since she lived in the desert her entire life, she can't swim.
The most likely to win a drinking contest.

[Eisenhorn]

My nomad should be done tonight, find a good representation of him, and knock out the rest.

[Write]

Alright, well I saw that races was an option and ran with it hopefully this is allowed, if not I can always change it.

Owari

Name:

Owari

Age:

19

Gender:

Female

Race:

Bird-Folk

Class:
Raven

Appearance:



Personality

As a member of the Bird-Folk, Owari is incredibly untrusting towards outsiders. However, after being forced to flee from Quartzsite she has begun to trust others out of necessity. Having traveled very far and for a very long time, Owari has found herself avoiding human contact wishing to avoid conflict. As for a prolonged period of time, Owari has suffered from lack of reliable nourishment she also has a weak spot for a home cooked meal, warming up to people who offer such reliable necessities quite quickly. In battle Owari seeks to play a pivotal role in dismantling enemy forces, whether that means she guard the flank or take up the vanguard, she is ready to do it.

History:

Born in the mountainous region of Quartzsite, Owari was a power young girl. Attaining flight at the meager age of three, Owari was known throughout her people as someone with lauded potential for commander of the Bird-Folk forces when she grew older. Day in and day out she would train under the keen eye of her mother. Owari’s mistakes would be pointed out at dinner every night and she would reflect and attempt to improve upon those mistakes during her training regimen afterwards. By the time Owari turned 16 years old she was told to scale the mountain, reach it’s peak and return with some form of proof.

By the time anyone who has spent a great deal of time in Quartzsite has attempts to climb the peak of the mountain they rest on the cold doesn’t bother them too much. However, while the cold isn’t as troublesome as onlookers would assume it to be it affected Owari in a way she didn’t foresee. She found herself exhausted after only minutes of travel. Any small amount of flight felt disastrous as if she could fall at any moment. Owari found herself struggling up the mountain on foot for the majority of her ascent, something that she felt great shame in. It wasn’t long, however before she finally rose above the clouds and greeted a star filled ocean above her. It was there Owari met a Manakete.

He was a large, barrel chested man who must’ve stood at least six feet tall. He grimaced down at Owari, she glared up at him. This lasted about a minute before she struck first. In an instant she had taken on her Raven form, talons at the ready slashing the throat of the Manakete just as he shifted into his draconic form. This was her evidence, the star soaked night watched her, it felt as if each of those stars were meant for her. If only she could’ve encapsulated that feeling for the rest of her days and nights.

When Owari laid the proof of her ascent on the ground in the center of Quartzsite she didn’t know what to expect, disbelief, shock, applause.

Well she got the first two. She was met by gasps, even disgusted glares. Owari was confused, she searched for her mother’s gaze but she did not find it. Instead she found the gaze of a mother, whose daughter had just died.

Owari’s mother held council with the Manakete leaders, it took days for a resolution and Owari was told to wait for their verdict. When it came, it was exile. Owari was exiled from Quartzsite never to return. Thus, Owari’s journey began.

Weapons:
N/A

Weapon Rank
N/A

Skills:
N/A

Miscellaneous:
Owari is very keen eyed, living among blizzards her entire life, her bird-like traits don’t hurt either.
She isn’t very keen of people who either touch her wings or comment upon them incessantly.
Owari allowing someone to touch her wings shows a great deal of trust and potentially, love.
She has a huge stomach and could out eat three grown men with ease.

So yeah, let me know what y'all think feel free to shoot me down (though I think it'd be more interesting from a plot/political aspect to have multiple races).

[Izaka Sazaka]

Finished my thief, trying to think up a good name for my wyvern rider.

[Bornlucky]

@Izaka Sazaka Oh I like Urik already, and I like the idea of Departed Manaketes being considered minor deities. Can't wait to see the Wyvern Rider~

@AirBender Can't wait to see her in action!

@Write oooh~ I like her a lot already~ It be interesting to see you play a character that did one of the biggest taboos in Yumira!

[Eisenhorn]

Got distracted, took longer then anticipated, but got it cranked out finally!

Nomad CS

Name: Jerod of Asala

Age: 44

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Nomad

Appearance:

On Foot

Horse

Personality: Jerod is as hardy and hale as the horse he rides into combat. Spending his adult, and a fair bit of his childhood, life wandering the realm of men and chimera alike, he has a very humbled, simple view on life. He is very much for living and let live, and typically has no interest in petty conflicts over trivial matters, being very blunt and honest when it comes to calling out people for their flaws. Jovial and lax, its as easy to find Jerod under a tree, drinking the day away than bothering himself with the trivial and often times transient problems of the world. He is spiritual and speaks with experience, not bothering with pleasant words or eloquent speech. He is an honest man who believes in the freedom of all, before loyalty to nations or individuals. Anarchy at its finest, no need for ruling governments, let people be people and go about their lives and make ends meet. He knows this would not work in large scale, but he is a firm believer of letting the people work on their own and all the good a government is for is dealing with other governments. And nothing else.

History: Jerod was born to the Democracy of Asala, both parents members of their cavalry forces. His father, a conventional Cavalier, his mother a rider of Pegasus. So, in effect, the man was born into the saddle. He followed his father's footsteps, but handled a bow far better than any other weapon, so he was trained as a Nomad for Asala. He did, however, inherit the free spirit of his mother and, as soon as he was old enough to, joined a mercenary company leaving the country to see the world. He would lend his bow and his growing skill on horse back to whomever had the coin, riding into countless battles against countless banners. It was never personal, just business of war, so he rapidly lost any real concern about loyalty to a nation or a cause. He eventually left that band when it started going down a darker road, instead joining roving bands that were in the process of aiding those under attack by bandits. It was a far less luxorious life, but a far more fulfilling one. He wouldn't have any real commander or master, roving from group to group as they formed and disbanded, often times living in the woods and off the land alongside his faithful steed. He spent his life roaming the lands, holding no grudges but hunting any who trespassed against honest folk without mercy. He made a name for himself, flashing onto the field of battle to place arrows with accuracy from his bow before vanishing. Granted, he thinks these tales are vastly overrated, but he doesn't do anything to dissuade them. Too much work, in his opinion, so he much continues to wander wherever he sees fit, letting the wind and fate guide his path to wherever he needed to be most.

Weapons: Iron Bow

Weapon Rank: Bow Rank D

Skills:

Miscellaneous:
Jerod is a natural with animals of all sorts, often times seeming more comfortable with them then other humans.
Often professes to have spiritual beliefs, but refuses to share them with all but the most trusted friends.
Most likely to be found asleep under a tree.

[Rogue Colm]

Hey guys. Hope this is still open. If so, here's my throw-in:

My Character

Name: Seth

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Myrmidon

Appearance:
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Personality: Seth is quiet and reserved. He prefers to observe than participate, but will speak his mind if necessary.

History: Seth grew up on the way of the sword in Sihala. The most important thing was never the strength of the hit, but the hit landing in the right spot. Finding the weak point and focusing on it. His father taught him in total silence, so quiet has always been a large part of Seth's life. After learning all his father could teach him, he left home (by the suggestion of his father). His mother wasn't a big part of his live, though she chatted much. She traded, polished, and improved armor, so getting some protection before he left wasn't too hard, even though he didn't wear anything heavy it was good enough to protect his vitals. Seth's plan is to travel North. He figures he'll either land in the capital and be a blade for hire or pass through and hunt the creatures in the Northern Forest.

Weapons: Slim Sword

Weapon Rank: Sword D

Skills:

Miscellaneous:

[Write]

@Bornlucky thanks! Yeah I thought what the hell lets just do it! Can't wait for the OOC!

[Bornlucky]

@Eisenhorn Late is better then never~

@Rogue Colm He's good for the most part but his weapon ranking is too high for a base class, lower it to D then it will be good~

[Izaka Sazaka]

WHOO!

I was able to finish the wyvern rider. Both characters are complete now!

[Write]

@Izaka Sazaka

Woo woo!

[Izaka Sazaka]

Welcome to. . .



Everyone get excited!