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The Doctor is in.

Doctor Whitewood

Solomon Whitewood⋆ 28 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

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Appearance

Height:

5'10"

Weight:

162 lbs.

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Brown

Skin Tone:

Caucasian

Brief Clothes Description:

Solomon's typical attire is simple, but representative of his position as an educated man. His outfit, of course, depends on where he is and what he is currently doing. Generally, he tends to wear a white cotton long-sleeve button-down shirt, a brown or black vest, a pair of slacks, and a pair of waterproof leather boots with matching belt. When necessary, he can also be seen with a brown or blue coat, and a hat to keep the sun or rain out. When he is reading, it's not uncommon to see the man with a pair of spectacles. During surgery, he eschews most of his outerwear in exchange for a clean white apron.

Inquisitive ⋆ Diligent ⋆ Principled ⋆ Empathetic

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Saving lives.
⋆ Advancing the field of medicine.
⋆ Intellectual conversation.
⋆ Reading.
⋆ Music.
⋆ Tea and coffee.
⋆ Alcohol (In moderation).

Dislikes:

⋆ Excessive violence.
⋆ Loss of human life.
⋆ Human suffering.
⋆ The abuse of narcotics.
⋆ Overly superstitious people.
⋆ Improper hygiene.
⋆ People who don't take care of themselves properly.

Fears:

⋆ Death at sea.
⋆ Being unable to save people.
⋆ Being forced to take a human life.
⋆ Being forgotten.
⋆ Helplessness.
⋆ Magical curses.
⋆ Things Man Was Not Meant To Understand.

Sexuality:

Generally heterosexual.

Personality:

While he was indeed born into a family of doctors, teachers, and other intellectuals, Solomon cannot help but feel truly at ease when he is alone, or within the company of trusted individuals. He is perfectly capable of holding a conversation with other people, and yet prefers solitude, whenever possible. Of course, his line of work means that moments of quiet will be few and far in between. Much like other doctors, Solomon has dedicated his entire life to saving others, and this is reflected in his actions. In fact, you're very much likely to find the man awake late at night, treating patients that many would consider to be a lost cause. He is kind, though not unwilling to be stern, should the situation call for it. If asked to choose between the life of a patient, or his own wellbeing, you can bet on him choosing the former over the latter.

All doctors are trained to remain calm and collected under pressure, and Solomon is no exception. He handles himself well in high-pressure situations, but will not hesitate to voice his opinions if he believes in something. As with any good doctor, he is willing to take his time and analyze the correct course of action. Rash actions can lead to complications, after all. His skills are tempered through years of experience, so he acts quickly and decisively when necessary, shutting away notions of fear, cowardice, or anxiety to do what needs to be done. Of course, to say he is fearless is inaccurate; these emotions are not gone and are merely sealed away until later, and this facade can crack as failures begin to mount.

Having attended various schools and universities in the pursuit of knowledge means that Solomon is the very model of an educated man. Well-versed in medicine, history, literature, and a few other natural sciences means that he is certainly not lacking for information. While some people might find him charming, he lacks the charisma that a leader might be able to command from his subordinates. Solomon's sense of humor is a strange mix of either dry, sardonic wit, or of bleak gallows humor, depending on the mood. The doctor is, thankfully, a completely reasonable person, though some might say that his determination to save people may border on insanity. Due to the nature of his job, Solomon is oftentimes exhausted. Nowadays, tired may just be his default state of mind, which may be why he enjoys the strange bitterness of coffee.

Precocious ⋆ Determined ⋆ Analytical

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Background

Occupation

Surgeon

Which ship are you on?

Avalon Avenger

Living Immediate Family Members:

Doctor Ezekiel Whitewood || Grandfather
Doctor Silas Whitewood || Father
Professor Anne Whitewood || Mother
Isabel Whitewood || Younger Sister
Edward Whitewood || Youngest Brother

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Margaret Whitewood || Grandmother

Current and Past Lover(s):

Once courted a lady known as Abigail Atherton during his younger years, but he was turned down. He has had a few trysts with other women the following years, but nothing serious.

History:
The Whitewood family is a venerable line of doctors, known in Glasston as one of the finest doctors in the land. Some say that the Whitewood Clinic was first established in the nation's capital when an epidemic of the plague had made its resurgence. It's said that their swift action and medical expertise helped turn a potentially devastating pandemic into a controllable spread. Ever since, the clinic has continued to provide medical services for the people of Whiteashe to this day.

So the stories go, at least.

What we do know is that currently, the Whitewood Clinic is larger than ever, and is known as a clinic only in name. The hospital attracts both the sick and diseased for treatment, as well as doctors and healers, who come to do work. Solomon is the firstborn of Silas and Anne Whitewood, both respected in their fields. His father was a surgeon who worked at the clinic, while his mother was a chemist and biologist that taught at the local university. It was under their tutelage that Solomon would grow to take on their mantle.

The young Solomon was talented, ambitious, and eager to prove himself. It's this combination of traits that caused him to earn the admiration of his tutors and teachers while earning the envy of his peers and schoolmates. Although he did his best to join the crowd, the clear divide between his abilities and theirs meant that there would always be a little bit of distance between him and them. The people who did not care about that divide are some of the few that he can truly count on as a friend, even today.

Several years later, during his training, Solomon watched a man on the hospital bed waste away, in spite of everyone's best efforts to treat his affliction. The sick man died slowly and painfully, and all the doctors could do was send his body in for analysis, that they may learn how to treat the disease. It was in this particular moment of his life that his determination and ambition were slowly shaped into something more of a... desire to do what he believed to be the right thing. Prior to this, he simply performed his duties as a descendant of the Whitewood family faithfully, but it was at this point that his true passion for saving lives was ignited. He took to his studies once more with renewed vigor, eager to make sure that he would prevent as many people from dying like that nameless sick man as he possibly could.

In his adulthood, he began to veer away slightly from his focus in an effort to focus on himself a little more. He spent time socializing with nobles and other city folks. He would participate in university competitions to hone his craft. Solomon even attempted to court a beautiful woman that he had taken a fancy to, but was rejected in favor of another. Undaunted, the young man finished his studies, earning his degree as a proper doctor. He soon departed on short expeditions across the sea, researching various plants, animals, and magical sources for things that may revolutionize the field of medicine. Although the results were mixed, this granted him some degree of experience in voyaging, even if it was only as a passenger.

Recently, having just arrived home after his most recent venture, Solomon noticed a letter waiting for him back at the house. As it turned out, the Arcadian, a ship that the Princess Zaleria was aboard, had gone missing near the Shadowmount Isles. Such news was terrible, but it was not uncommon for ships to disappear near that area. The interesting thing, however, was that the letter was from an old friend of his. It simply detailed that the Avalon Avenger would soon be dispatched as a search party to seek the missing ship out, and that an experienced surgeon would be well-paid for their skills.

Solomon pondered this for a moment. The Shadowmount Isles was dangerous, yes, but it was also uncharted. Much research could be done there, if they manage to get there safely. More to the point, however... was that the sailors that would embark on this voyage would need someone to make sure they make it back home alive. Solomon could count the number of friends he had on his fingers, and knew he could not let his friend head towards the island without him. He quickly packed his things and departed, once more into the breach.

It had to be him, after all.

Someone else might've gotten it wrong.

Language Comprehension ⋆ Medical Skills ⋆ Pacifist

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆ Dextrous
⋆ Sure-footed
⋆ Good Vitality

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ Noncombatant
⋆ Unimpressive Physique
⋆ Weak Swimmer

Magic or ability (if applicable):

Language Comprehension

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Catalyst IV

Name: Catalyst IV. "Letitia".
Gender: Female
Race: Homunculus, otherwise known as an Artificial Human
Appearance: At a glance, she appears to be normal, but her status as an Artificial Human becomes more and more evident upon closer inspection. Snow white hair, crimson-red irises, and porcelain skin come to mind. She looks quite beautiful, but her eerily symmetrical features may throw a particularly observant person off. Typically wears whatever she can find or is given to her; she doesn't care much for it, so long it provides adequate coverage.

The numerical symbol for 'four' is branded onto her right shoulder. Whenever she channels her mana, her magical circuits flare to life and her eyes glow a pale red.

Image for reference

Birthplace: Created in the depths of an alchemist's laboratory in the city of Linmark.

Status or Nobility?: As a part of the Catalyst Project, Letitia is the fourth to emerge from the vats. Each Homunculus is a valuable asset, and she is special in that her 'defect' makes for an interesting development that requires further study.

Knack for magic or fighting prowess: It's more apt to call a Homunculus 'a clump of magical circuits resembling a human', than an actual person. Due to the process of their creation, they have immense amounts of mana to fuel their spells. Running out of mana, however, will likely result in a comatose state, or even death. Formed from primordial clay and brought to life with the power of the storm, Letitia is particularly attuned to elements of Earth and Lightning. In addition, by flooding her circuits with mana, she can 'strengthen' her body or things that she comes into contact with to improve its power and durability for as long as she can channel it. Conversely, she can do the inverse, to shatter harder surfaces.

Personality: Letitia is typically described as cold and emotionless by most people. They would be correct; in that, she has yet to develop a proper personality yet. In fact, her sense of self has yet to be properly nurtured, and she frequently refers to herself in the third person. She wonders what it feels like to be truly human, and as such, is curious about the things people normally do.

Brief Background: The first thing the Homunculus could recall is her memories of the tank. She found herself suspended in a vat of warm, magical liquid. She looked up and peered through the glass, spotting several people who were examining her. However, her attention was on the man in front of her. He smiling at her, his hand on the glass. She did not know why, but she ended up mirroring his movement. His expression felt... warm. Even warmer than the false womb that had encapsulated her. Soon, she fell asleep once more.

Every time she awoke within the tank, she would see him. He was there without fail, smiling at her. She could not understand what he was saying from behind the glass, but it felt like he was speaking to her, somehow. When the time came for her to leave the safety of the tank, Catalyst IV would come to know this man as 'Father'. The rest of the Caretakers were not as kind as he was. Over time, they managed to teach her how to speak and to read and write. It turned out that Homunculi were prodigious, in this regard.

The Homunculus became fonder and fonder of Father. She was not certain why but she especially liked it when he gave her a name: Letitia. The other Caretakers never called her anything except "Number Four", but she was supposed to keep it a secret. Letitia wondered what her name meant, and Father told her that it means 'gladness', or 'joy'. He said it once belonged to someone he held very dear to him. She did not understand. Were names a possession to be held by someone? If so, why did she have one?

Over the course of a few weeks, she was taught how to channel her powers. First against logs and stones. Then against practice dummies. Then, against live targets. She did not understand the purpose of these exercises, but she complied. Curiously enough, she did not encounter any of her other brothers and sisters, even if she did know that she was not the only Homunculus here. Still, times marches on, and she began to understand her capabilities.

It all changed one night when she received a strange vision. This was unprecedented. Homunculi do not dream. Was she defective? She consulted Father about the situation, but cryptically, he urged her to keep it a secret. She did not understand, but complied, for a time. However, her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to ask one of the other Caretakers. The man did not seem to understand why either, and pulled Letitia into a room to examine her. Upon completion, he sent her away and told her to wait in her room.

Letitia was not certain as to what came after, but it seemed like there was much debate about something. In the middle of the night, however, Father visited her room. He gave her strange things. A backpack, full of supplies. A set of clothes. A map. She did not understand. He told her that she did not have much time and that she needed to leave. She did not understand. Why did she have to leave? Was she defective? Why won't he come with her? With no time to answer her questions, the man said that if she found the Seraph, she could find the answers for herself. Father then ran off, intent on distracting the other Caretakers long enough for her to make her escape.

She did not understand.

But she complied, regardless.

Following his instructions, she exited through a path she had never known even existed. Soon, she found herself in a large room. It was cold and dark. She could not see the ceiling, and instead of torchlight, an infinitely distant orb in the air provided light. The wind blew on her skin as she wondered what to do. Following Father's instructions, she donned her cloak and walked. The twisting pathways of the city of Linmark were alien to her, but she found her way to one of the gates. Letitia was prepared to make the trek all the way to Khrousahvell on foot when a kindly old carriage driver stopped her. She accepted his offer, and soon, she was well on her way to visit the Festival of Lights.

To this day, she wonders what became of Father. She also thinks of who this Seraph is, and why she dreamt at all. Perhaps she will find out, soon enough.

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Eleanor "Elliot" Roe

Lance Corporal Eleanor "Elliot" Roe

s p e c i e s Human

a g e 26

h e i g h t / w e i g h t 5'2" / 109 lbs.

g e n d e r Female

Infantry

r o l e Sniper

s k i l l s

• Marksmanship Training - A crack shot from the moment she picked up a rifle, Elliot was trained at an early age within the Commonwealth School of Sniping, Scouting, and Observation to elevate her prodigious talents to an even greater level.
• Survival Training - Trained to operate even behind enemy lines, Elliot can subsist on minimal supplies for extended periods. If necessary, she can also hunt and forage for food and water.
• Reconnaisance Training - In addition to her normal Marksmanship Training, Elliot is also an experienced scout, and is often tasked with monitoring enemy activity and relaying that information back to base. Due to this, she's adept at remaining unseen and discerning enemy emplacements, thus making for an excellent spotter.
• Countersniper Training - Although her diminutive size held her back before, her small profile gives her a certain edge in remaining unseen and in cover. It is because of this that she was trained for a secondary purpose: to locate and eliminate enemy snipers. Sometimes, it is as simple as laying traps in spots where they are likely to hide, other times, it is triangulating the angle of their shots to get a bead on their location.

k i t

• Marksman Kit - Marksman kits are designed for long range combat and covert operations. Contains the following:
  
  Hider

  
  
  • Standard Uniform x1
  • Lee-Schreiber Marksman Rifle x1
  • Bayonet x1
  • Silencer x1
  • Rifle Magazines w/ Ammunition x6
  • Smith Self-Loading Pistol x1
  • Pistol Magazines w/ Ammunition x4
  • Trip Mines x3
  • Garrote Wire x1
  • Binoculars x1
  • Bedroll x1
  • Backpack x1
    
    
    
    • Canned MRE x3
    • Canteen x1
    • Matches x12
    • Weapon Cleaning Kit w/ Spare Parts x1
    • Cloak x1
    • Compass x1
    • Serrated Knife x1
    • 30ft. Paracord x1
    • Sharpening Stone x1
    • Flare Pistol x1
    • Flares x3

I N F O

b i o g r a p h y

Living in one of the middle-class districts of the capital city of Edrain, Eleanor was born to a small family that got by about as well as everyone else. Her father worked as a laborer in the city's munitions factory, while her mother was a public accountant. Her older brother, Elliot, attended school and apprenticed as an aspiring watchmaker. The reason as to why they were working so hard in spite of the relative prosperity in the nation's peacetime is because the family was deep in debt to a bank that had provided the money for a start-up business. Although they were up-and-comer at the time, they were quickly muscled in by rival competitors and lost much of their sales to bigger conglomerates. The now-defunct business was a burden that the family all wished to carry.

Fast-forward several years, to when she was at the age of sixteen. Eleanor's father and brother came down with a disease that required expensive medicine. With no other choice, the family paid for the treatments, even if it would set them back on their debt payments by a significant amount. Although the family had intended for Eleanor to be wed to a gentleman uptown, it became increasingly evident that her prospective husband cared little for the rest of the girl's family at all. As she returned home one night, she noticed a flier plastered against the aging stone walls of the city- it turned out a recruitment drive was being held, calling for young men to join the Commonwealth in their new peacekeeping force. The cogs turned in her head, and she knew what she had to do.

Against her family's wishes, Eleanor called the betrothal off in a rather unorthodox manner. Namely, she disappeared one morning and did not return, leaving only a vague note as to her whereabouts. It simply stated that she had left the city to find work and that they would receive some money within the coming months. As they would later find out, it turns out that she had registered for the conscription drive that the Commonwealth was holding under her brother's identity. The young girl was always androgynous enough to pass as a man, if she wanted to, after all. She lied to the recruiter about her name, sex, and age. Still, the documents and reports she had given the man were legitimate. Donning the new name "Elliot", the young "man" was shipped off to assist a neighboring country in pacifying their civil war.

She managed to barely squeeze past acceptable levels in basic training, all the while keeping her true identity a secret. Although often mocked for her small stature and her difficulty in keeping up with some of the physical training regimens, Elliot impressed her instructors and fellow conscripts in the firing range. It turned out that she was quite prodigious with the rifle. Once the training period was finished, she was sent off to the front, to assist in pacifying local riots. It was in the crucible of war that she was truly tested. With her skills and more than a little bit of luck, she returned home a distinguished sharpshooter, having earned a medal for eliminating an enemy officer at long-range.

A year later, by the end of the war, Eleanor was shipped back home, but she did not remain for long. After spending some time with her family (who both simultaneously welcomed her back with open arms, and heavily chastised her for her actions), she was visited by a recruiter who went to their door. As it turned out, they were looking to recruit "Elliot Roe" for further training. Caught off-guard, the family came clean about the situation about the impersonation, and the recruiter left, scratching his head. Eleanor did not expect him to return (and even half-expected police to show up at their doorstep), but to everyone's surprise, the recruiter did end up coming back. It seemed that they were willing to overlook this criminal offense in exchange for her services. They would re-enlist her in the army after giving her specialized training to hone her talents. All expenses paid, and complete with a stipend.

The decision was clear to her.

As such, she was sent to the Commonwealth School of Sniping, Scouting, and Observation. The academy was new; they must have been scouting for talent like her to put the place through its paces. It was there that she was trained in marksmanship, reconnaissance, survival, and even countersniping. Eleanor ended up spending six long years in that place, learning the ins-and-outs of being a sniper. She graduated at the top of her class as a Specialist.

As if right on cue, word of the Iron Crown invading Thaejhal had reached the Commonwealth's ears. After some negotiations between the Commonwealth and their new allies, Eleanor was dispatched alongside the 115th Browncoat Brigade to assist the Thae in driving the Iron Crown from their shores. It was on these mysterious islands that she began to distinguish herself even further, rising to the rank of Lance Corporal. Even now, she continues to fight. She has a family back home awaiting her return, after all.

Besides, at this point, this job is all she's good at.

...Not that she minds at all, mind you.

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Alexei Vsevolodovich Pyzhalov

Name: Alexei Vsevolodovich Pyzhalov

Age: 47

Appearance:

Alexei Vsevolodovich Pyzhalov

With medium-length black hair, steely-gray eyes, and a strong jawline, Alexei strikes an intimidating figure. He is tall and burly, thanks to his physical activities. He has a tendency to keep his beard and moustache short, enjoying the protection they provide against the cold, but not so much that it bothers him. In spite of his age, the man's physique is not bad in the slightest, as he regularly exercises to utilize his abilities more effectively.

Alexei typically wears clothing and accessories with runes inscribed onto them. These runes provide minor, but useful effects, mostly when it comes to resisting the elements. Simple charms that help ward against the cold, and keep clothes safe from fire, acid, or lightning burns. He also has runes tattooed onto his skin that he tends to use to surprise his enemies, or to use as a last resort.

Brief Bio: Alexei was born on a cold winter night in the isolated, yet peaceful country of Iceland. The Pyzhalov family is viewed with disdain amongst other magi within the Clock Tower due to their status as a mage family with only four generations in their bloodline. In addition, their flagrant use of modern technology had resulted them in being mostly shunned by their peers. Still, in spite of their lesser capacity for magic, they make up for it in a singular form of magic that would normally be considered unorthodox: runes.

In spite of their Russian origins, the Pyzhalov family's expertise lies within the Thaumaturgical System that originated in Scandanavia. In spite of the flexibility that runes can provide, it is wholly clear that Modern Runes are merely imitations of the truth. It is due to this that they constantly seek out the Primordial Runes and Old Runes created by Odin, and used by Scathach, Brynhildr, Cu Chulainn, and Sigurd.

Alexei was no different. As the only child of the fourth generation, he was expected to succeed the family line.

And so he did.

The man spurned all other forms of magic, instead substituting their processes with runes. In the end, most forms of magecraft were distilled to remove the necessity of actually drawing the runes. Alexei continued his research into the ancient forms of runes, but was unable to procure any of sigils he needed. The Fraga family simply held too much of a monopoly on that knowledge. Still, the man was not satisfied.

He took to compensating for his lack of power with innovation. New combinations of runes with differing effects, the potential risks be damned. Alexei was so engrossed in his research that he almost seemed to forget about the world around him. By the time he was an adult, the elders of the Pyzhalov family had passed, leaving him as the sole heir of the Pyzhalov Crest.

The man decided to take his skills out into the field. The unorthodox nature of his craft made him quite the strange magus, but unpredictability in his field, was something to be appreciated. The man had signed on to hunt those with Seal Designations. Although his colleagues did not appreciate his magic, nor his use of technology, Alexei grew more and more experienced at what he did. Thus, they gave him their begrudging respect. He was at the very least, quite effective at what he did.

Eventually, the task of sealing a particularly dangerous individual came to bear: Echidna. The situation was so dire, that it had seemed that the Mage Association had summoned Counter Guardians to deal with the threat. How interesting. Alexei decided to lend his expertise. This would easily be among his most dangerous tasks yet, but there was glory and renown to be won in performing this ordeal. With that in mind, the man packed his bags and took a plane to southern France.

Abilities:

Rune Magic - Alexei spurns generalization; he is a singular scalpel in a toolbox of Swiss-army knives. Ironically, although he says this, runes can substitute most forms of magic, provided that the right combination is used in succession. A single misstep can cause runic spells to fail, or to backfire spectacularly. Still, in spite of the risks, there is no denying that runes are certainly a powerful form of magic.

He can use runes to create Bounded Fields, to Reinforce his body or an object, or to use weaker forms of elemental magecraft. However, while you do not need to speak to cast Runic spells, somatic gestures and time become more of an issue than ever.

Hand-to-Hand Combat - As self-defense is a required course in many magi curriculums, Alexei found that he had excelled in bare-knuckle boxing and Jiu-Jitsu. He can further amplify this with his Rune Magic to increase the impact of his attacks.

Marksmanship - Although no expert, Alexei is not a bad shot with handguns and revolvers. He found that he can further improve the capabilities of his weapon if he engraves runes onto the bullets beforehand, so to reach this skill's full potential, he requires time and mana.

Stats:

Magic Circuits: D+
Mana: C
Athleticism: B+

Other: Thank you for taking the time to read this. I am open to suggestions and criticism.

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Ryon Hyun-Shik

Name: Ryon Hyun-Shik

Age: 42

Origin: Hang-Jun, the Fortress.

Appearance:

Ryon Hyun-Shik

A tall, burly man whose muscles are borne of years of training and experience. He keeps his medium-length black hair tied up in a bun so as not to obstruct his vision. He has a tendency to shave every so often, but it seems this time around, he has decided against it, causing some minor facial hair to propagate. Behind his friendly expression is the eyes of a man who had seen too much bloodshed, but has elected to continue on his path regardless. His face and body is marred with scars and pockmarks, memories of injuries long-past. His palms are rough and calloused, resembling the hands of an artisan, like a blacksmith or carpenter.

Personality: A friendly, jovial man with just the barest hint of arrogance, forged by a silent pride that had up until recently, remained unbroken. In spite of his rugged appearance, Ryon is remarkably well-learned, especially when it came to arithmetic and geometry. Regardless of his personality, the man has seen more than his fair share of bloodshed. His tactical acumen and years of experience make him an excellent choice for a commander. One notable thing about him is his distinct lack of honor on the battlefield; the way he sees it, the Undead are already at an advantage, so he would readily discard old traditions if it meant leveling the playing field. That being said, his intentions are nevertheless good. He's more inclined to perform ambushes and clandestine attacks if it means preserving the lives of his men.

However, while he easily gets along with men and women of all factions, he seems to have a burning hatred for the Undead. While the same could be said of all soldiers under the Five Faction Concord, his rage is zealous and unyielding. Ryon spares no mercy for those who have rejected their humanity. The same extends to their sympathizers and is only amplified towards the top brass: the Sanguine Nobles.

He fights for two simple reasons. To save Humanity, and to destroy those who have abandoned it.

Sacred Weapon: The Bulg-Eun Yuseong, or Red Meteor. This beast of an arbalest was the result of Ryon's multiple attempts to merge the Zhuge Nu (repeater crossbow) with the Weigong Nu (siege crossbow). The result was a powerful long range weapon capable of piercing lamellar. This weapon could fire five bolts in quick succession before requiring a reload. However, this design was not without flaws. Not only was the weapon immensely heavy and unwieldy, but it was also intricate, requiring constant maintenance, lest it fail on the battlefield. Additionally, while the rate of fire has increased due to the repeater design, the heavier bolts require sturdier casings. Due to the cumbersome cartridges, reloading the Red Meteor takes several moments, making it a gambit to attempt a reload in the middle of battle. Ryon must make every shot count.

Mundane weapons: A ubiquitous steel hwando for close encounters, standard issue for most soldiers. An ornate dagger with precious jade gemstones inset into its handle, a parting gift from a friend. If all goes well, he will not have to use either of these.

Equipment: Ryon's outfit does not deviate too much from a normal guardsman from the Fortress. He is covered in lamellar from head to toe, though his particular outfit is modified with extra straps and pouches to fit his extra gear. Soldiers have likened Ryon to a walking armory. When traveling, it's not uncommon to see his packs laden with armaments. Caltrops, steel wire, primers, grenades, fire bombs, smoke bombs, flash bombs, and the materials to produce more can be easily found with him.

Background Story:

Backstory

Born in the sprawling metropolis city of Hang-Jun, Ryon was the son of one of the siege engineers that managed, maintained, and developed the various siege engines that stood proudly atop the massive walls of the Fortress. The Hyun-Shik family had created a long and venerable line of engineers and tinkerers, and Ryon would be no different. He was homeschooled for majority of his childhood, before eventually being sent to learn at the academy at the age of eight. There, he met his best friend and rival, Yang Eun-Soo. She was a girl his age with a similar background. Just enough to be relatable, but just enough to competitive. Needless to say, they both took to their competitions with gusto.

First it was a footrace to see who could run the perimeter of the city the quickest. Then it became a wager to see who could get the highest score on the school examinations. Over the years, their rivalry only intensified further. Throughout their lives, they learned about new things, and sought to outdo the other. The discovery of blackpowder proved to be a very volatile one, and naturally, the saw it only as another hurdle to overcome. Who could make the biggest fireworks in the city? The Hyun-Shik/Eun-Soo rivalry was a topic that many could laugh or shake their heads at.

Both Ryon and Yang's hotheadedness was cooled immensely during their adolescent years when the latter had lost several fingers in an accident involving blackpowder. Fingers were something very important to an engineer. A grave setback indeed. Since then, they've calmed down somewhat. Their rivalry became less about execution, and more about ideas. Where the body failed, the mind could substitute. Thus, they turned their talents to aiding the city of Hang-Jun. Everything from the lowly drainage system to the mighty wall defenses. They became rising stars in the engineer community.

But once the Sanguine Fever began to spread, everything had changed.

Production within Hang-Jun quickly shifted to a military-based one. Even more so than before, that is. Workshops and engineers could produce armaments at an alarming rate, but soldiers were needed. In hindsight, one could say that they were taken in by the propaganda, but a part in both of them wished to defend their home. Plus, it would be a chance to see the siege engines they were working on in action. Thus, the two were drafted into the Jinju Army.

Through years of service, the two became experienced in marksmanship. Their rivalry began to show once more, though this time it was to see who could put a bolt through an Unresting from the furthest distance away. In spite of Yang's missing fingers, they managed to be valuable assets in the army, eventually gaining actual military positions. They both reached the rank of lieutenant, the two going their own ways to manage their own squads and battalions. During his command, Ryon began to slowly loathe the Undead more and more, remembering all the lives that have been lost to them.

Over time, it became increasingly clear that the new weapons designed by the engineers were only serving to slow the advance of the stronger Undead. It was as if there was nothing that could slay the Jiang Ji or Sanguine Nobles. Nevertheless, part of the military was mobilized to sally forth and break the Undead forces before they could set up a proper siege camp. The resulting bloodbath was horrific. The ground was muddied by the blood and gore that was left behind. In the end, the sally was successful; the siege was repelled before it began. The cost? Only the lives of thousands of men. If there were to be another victory like that, there would be no returning to Hang-Jun.

However, the Undead were only repelled momentarily. They would return, and everyone knew it. As the battered soldiers steeled themselves for another gruesome siege, a messenger had brought word from neighboring lands. The undead could be stopped.

They only needed weapons.

Although the process was a shock to most, there was no shortage of volunteers. Ryon and Yang were no exception. And thus, Kae Sun-Yung had selected them to come along as well. Ryon and Yang both looked to each other. They could've flipped a coin and be done with it, but where was the fun in that?

They had one last contest. The one who could produce the greatest arbalest design would be the victor. The loser would give their life to make that weapon reality. They both said their goodbyes and made their peace. There was no ill-will or animosity between them. They both knew what needed to be done. Thus, they set out to work one final time.

For three days and three nights, they had toiled. Tirelessly, they planned to see who could come up with the best design. In the end, it was a contest between Ryon's Red Meteor against Yang's Lone Dragon. It was judged before other engineers, and then by each other. After some deliberation, it was clear who was the winner.

Ryon had won, if only by a little bit. His design proved heavier, but more reliable. The two embraced, had a drink, and then said their goodbyes. The Red Meteor was named after Yang's first firework. A blazing comet that streaked across the city's night sky. Now armed with a weapon capable of harming the Sanguine, Ryon set out to fight. For those who had been lost in the war, and so that others may continue to live.

Hawthorne's RPGuild Characters

Table of Contents
Year One
February 18, 2019	Sanguine Empire	Ryon Hyun-Shik
March 19, 2019	Fate/Counter Force	Alexei Vsevolodovich Pyzhalov
October 15, 2019	The Iron Crusade	Eleanor "Elliot" Roe
October 18, 2019	The Heroes Go Forth!	Catalyst IV
November 22, 2019	Ossvien	Doctor Solomon Whitewood
Year Two
July 19, 2020	Into The Depths!	Brother Alistair
July 22, 2020	Advance on Distant Proxima	Holden "Castle" Cross
August 29, 2020	Fate/Glimmering Oasis	Queen Tomyris
October 24, 2020	The Prince's Royal Guard	Lord Balthazar Trevarthen
Year Three
March 20, 2021	Valkyria Chronicles Pt.2 - Changing of the Guard	Eleanor "Elliot" Roe
April 21, 2021	Falling Skies: Reboot	Dieuseul Robert "Bob" Etienne
April 29, 2021	DIVINE INTERVENTION	Alistair Ardizzone
May 30, 2021	Falling Skies: Reboot ver 2	Dieuseul Robert "Bob" Etienne
Year Four
January 18, 2022	Fire Emblem: Legacy of the Empyrean Throne	Matsuyama Izumi
Year Five
May 18, 2023	Vigil of the Faithful	Father Alistair Ardizzone

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This page will mostly be used as an archive for my characters in various RPs on this site, past and present. These RPs are arranged in chronological order (by date of the character sheet's posting), and will only include characters I have actually written. If all goes well, this list will update very time I post a new character sheet.

Probably.

If you're me, then don't forget to update-- you know how lazy you can get sometimes. If you're a visitor perusing the Character Sheets section for whatever reason, then I hope you have as much fun reading about my characters as I have spent bringing them into existence!

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

A nod, and a tip of the hat.

_{December 30th - Observation Post}

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All things considered, the boy was in a good enough mood. He had long-grown accustomed to the distant echo of explosions from miles away, the conditions of the trenches, the ever-present tension that permeated garrisons like this. As Elliot stepped across the muddy floorboards of the frontline dugouts, he secured his belongings one last time, pulling on the straps of his ushanka tight as a cold breeze blew past overhead.

It wasn't a pleasant day, by any sense of the word...

But it was not Elliot's first day in the trenches.

Sometimes, the days would blur together without any action. Sometimes, Elliot would have to shoot more than a few hapless soldiers who had popped their heads out of the trench... and sometimes, fighting would intensify to the point of a full-scale attack. It seemed things were quiet enough that today was one of the calmer days.

For now, anyway.

Moving past the dugouts, the boy would report to the nearest observation post, where he spotted another boy, even shorter than he was. Elliot had seen this young man before, though he hadn't learned his name. Still, a familiar face was a familiar face, and Elliot's posture stooped slightly to avoid exposing his head, he couldn't help but lower his head a little more and tip his hat-- a nod of acknowledgment. It seemed the other boy was busy tinkering with the periscope, and although the marksman was a little curious, he didn't pry.

"Good morning." It wasn't a 'good' morning, but it could be a lot worse, and it didn't hurt to be polite. "I'm here to take over your shift." His tone was neutral, but not unfriendly.

The Prince's Royal Guard

Co-GM IC:

The Keep

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The four assassins hopped from rooftop to rooftop under cover of darkness, and under the festive noise of the celebration, none would notice their approach unless they had an idea that they were coming in the first place. The plan was simple enough. All they would need to do is to eliminate key figures in their sleep. On their way there, they would kill only if spotted, and if they had encountered too much resistance, they were either to flee or to deny the enemy the opportunity to interrogate them.

But if all went well... then perhaps they'd still have a chance of making their master's plan a reality.

The assassins then split into pairs, one duo entering through the kitchen's service entrance, and the other having scaled the keep, entering through one of the windows in the guest rooms. Their targets? Duke Manuel Karstilli, and Lord Balthazar Trevarthen. Each group would search for the former in the master bedrooms, and the latter in the guest bedrooms. Should they fail to find their target, they would begin searching more public rooms, before moving to search each room individually.

Downstairs, particularly attentive characters might be able to detect the presence of two individuals moving silently through the Keep. Upstairs, the assassins would be less likely to be noticed-- though prepared characters may still be able to find a way to surprise their assailants. Characters simply wandering the halls may be able to chance upon the intruders, if they're lucky.

The Trade Square

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With the celebration in full swing, people would be unlikely to spot the pair of assassins moving silently through the crowd, their hooded figures blending in with the crowd seamlessly. There was also one hopping from rooftop to rooftop, overseeing the whole thing. Their mission, similar to their compatriots, was to eliminate one of the key figures holding the siege together: the Crown Prince Leonidas Lionheart. If they succeeded, there would of course be repercussions that extend past the siege, but whether or not they would succeed is another question entirely.

In plain sight, these assassins would try to poison the Crown Prince's meal or wine. Failing that, they would resort to more overt actions-- either stabbing the man with an envenomed blade or firing at him from atop the rooftops. If caught, they would use the pandemonium of the crowd to make a quick escape, not wanting to risk their lives more than they have to.

Someone particularly perceptive who was watching the crowds may be able to note how suspicious these assassins are. Meanwhile, anyone paying general attention to their surroundings may notice the strange individual moving silently atop the rooftops. Characters partaking in the festivities are less likely to spot these individuals until it is too late, but may get a chance to react, if nimble enough.

The City Streets

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Meanwhile, the remaining two assassins have different objectives from their comrades. Their goals were twofold: they would move to poison the town's water wells. Although the townspeople have an alternative water source in the nearby river, they do this in the hope of inflicting damage to the town's infrastructure and some of the defenders before the battle begins. Their next objective, however, was more insidious: they had planned to plant detonation charges on the city's East Gate, where damage to the gatehouse was most serious.

If they succeed in their plan, then it was likely that the gate would fall the next day-- something that would make defending the city exponentially more difficult. Of course, first, the assassins would have to make it to these facilities. A pair of hooded individuals walking the city streets was noticeable enough, considering that they're so far away from the main festivities. Anyone simply walking around the streets may be able to find them randomly, and anyone actively searching for them would not have to look particularly far to spot them in the first place.

...but would the Royal Guard and the City Watch be able to mobilize quickly enough to neutralize all these threats? Only time would tell.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

Eleanor "Elliot" Roe

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Gender

Female.

Age

17 years old, born May 24th, 1897.

Sexuality

Bisexual, with a preference towards males.

Place of Birth

United Kingdom of Edinburgh, Castleton.

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Appearance

Standing at a diminutive 5’1” and weighing 103 lbs, Elliot is small in every sense of the word. She does not eat much, but she's not in bad shape. She tends to keep her jet-black hair short, though the strands have lost much of their silky lustre over years of wartime. Comparatively, her eyes have not changed much since the beginning of her enlistment: large, intrepid orbs of a blue-grey shade.

Due to the nature of her enlistment, she is typically issued male uniforms, which she does not mind wearing. Elliot does have a habit of keeping herself and her surroundings neat and tidy. She keeps a number of utility belts and pouches on her person for easy access to her gear, and typically sports an ushanka and a long coat when in colder climates.

With her androgynous appearance, tomboyish demeanor, and masculine choice of clothing, Elliot can easily pass for a young man (albeit, an oddly pretty one), which the marksman leverages to great effect in her military career. Even in the darkest of times, she wears a neutral, but focused expression-- she has been known to smile under certain circumstances.

Elliot, in her uniform.

Personality

Composed, stoic, and precocious. She is often seen as 'cold' at times due to her lack of outward reactions. She’s slow to trust strangers but is generally not unfriendly. Although seemingly apathetic, Elliot is a caring and understanding individual, owing to her upbringing. Methodical, inquisitive, and detail-oriented, she loves discussing technical details about machines and weapons. Her honesty is brutal, and her self-loyalty trumps all of her actions. However, she is known to assist others out of her own inconvenience simply because "she wants to."

Though she's only been in the war for two years, she's developed several ways to cope, having joined at such a young age. She has compartmentalized the worst of her experiences in an effort to maintain her sanity. She views the war as a grim necessity, and that fighting in it is her duty-- for her family, for her friends who've died in the war, and for her country. Elliot views her own role as a marksman with pride, though she finds the fact that killing is one of her few talents... concerning, and wonders what she will do when the war ends, only to push that thought aside for the future.

Strangely enough, even after everything she's seen and done, Elliot believes that the world is a beautiful place and that its many imperfections make it all the more admirable. Only time will tell if she retains this worldview.

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Rank

Private.

Role

Marksman.

Equipment

Equipment List.

	SM-Longfield Mk. 3 Rifle (Marksman Variant)	A ubiquitous firearm carried by the bulk of the Federation infantry. This rifle in particular is modified for long-range engagements for use of a marksman, with a x8 scope on top of where the iron sights normally are.
	Suppressor	An experimental attachment for the Longfield Mk. 3 Rifle. Helps muffle the noise of the muzzle blast when firing, allowing for better concealment.
	Rifle Ammunition	Ammunition for the Longfield Mk. 3 Rifle.
	John-Wissel Revolver	A revolver given to officers and marksmen of the Federation. Has a loading lever for easy removal of spent casings, and packs a punch.
	Revolver Ammunition	Ammunition for the John-Wissel Revolver.
	Flare Gun	Can be used to fire a small flare to send signals that anyone can see.
	Flares	Ammunition for the flare gun. Comes in different colors that denote different signals.
	Illumination Flares	Throwable flares that emit extremely bright light meant to reveal an area shrouded in darkness.
	Garotte Wire	A short ligature, which can be used to suffocate someone from behind. Rarely used due to Elliot's small size, but nevertheless useful in clandestine operations.
	Trip Mines	A set of antipersonnel devices with a small explosive payload that can be triggered via pressure or tripwire. Needs time to set up.
	Periscope	A telescopic device that allows the user to see around cover. Useful for safely peeking while in the trenches.
	Edinburgh Military Uniform	The standard uniform typically issued to male soldiers, notably of one of the smallest available sizes-- and still doesn't quite fit her.
	Trenchcoat and Cloak	A leather trenchcoat that helps keep cold, wind, and moisture out. Comes with a camouflaged cloak that helps conceals the wearer's position, especially in foliage.
	Military Webbing	Tactical rigging. Contains a number of ammunition and utility pouches, as well as holsters and slings for all of the weapons she carries.
	Gas Mask	A mask with respirator that covers the entirety of the face. Obscures vision, but the filters keep out dangerous airborne chemicals.
	Elliot's Ushanka	A trapper's hat with brim bound by a pair of motorcycle goggles. A keepsake from an old friend. Very comfortable.

Miscellaneous Supplies

	Survival Knife	A small dagger ill-suited for combat, but good for activities at camp. Elliot keeps it sharp.
	Backpack	A military rucksack to store supplies and equipment.
	Canteen	A metal container that can be filled with water.
	Mess Kit	A set of stainless steel utensils, as well as a metal cup and tray, in case the soldier needs to eat in the field.
	Field Rations	A set of nonperishable foodstuffs that will virtually keep forever, as long as it is protected from the elements. Only typically issued if the soldier is sent on extended missions outside the trenches.
	Matches	A set of matches for lighting fires.
	Repair Kit w/ Spare Parts	Tools and supplies needed to keep a soldier's gear in prime condition.
	Compass	A small navigation tool that can be used to determine which way is north. Useful for checking maps.
	Pocketwatch	A slighty-tarnished brass timepiece given to Elliot by her brother. Contains a torn-up photograph of the Roe family, though Elliot herself is not present in the picture.
	Personal Journal	A small book that can fit in a pocket. Contains Elliot's memoirs and records of the war. Also contains letters and photographs from back home, as well as her own personal notes and designs.
	Sharpening Stone	A small whetstone used to keep blades sharp.

Potentials

• Sharpshooter - A crack shot from the moment she picked up a rifle, Elliot's skills are honed by training and experience, which elevates her prodigious talents to an even greater level.
• Countersniper - Although her diminutive size held her back before, her small profile gives her a certain edge in remaining unseen and in cover. It is because of this that she excels at a secondary purpose: to locate and eliminate enemy snipers. Sometimes, it is as simple as laying traps in spots where they are likely to hide, other times, it is triangulating the angle of their shots to get a bead on their location.
• Tunnel Vision - It is expected that marksmen, owing to their scopes, tend to focus heavily on one task or target, and Elliot is no different. She prefers to work as a scalpel: taking out key targets with surgical precision, but this can be problematic in its own right. Unless told otherwise, she tends to miss the big picture, preferring to take things one at a time. In addition, missed shots and elusive targets irritate her, which may cause her to double down at the task at hand, rather than to step back and reassess the situation.

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Biography

Living in one of the middle-class districts of Castleton, Eleanor was born to a small family that got by about as well as everyone else. Her father worked as an engineer in the city's munitions factory, while her mother was a public accountant. Her older brother, Elliot, was born sickly, but attended school and apprenticed as an aspiring watchmaker. The reason why they were working so hard in spite of the relative prosperity in the nation's peacetime is that the family was deep in debt to a bank that had provided the money for a start-up business. Although they were up-and-comer at the time, they were quickly muscled in by rival competitors and lost much of their sales to bigger conglomerates. The now-defunct business was a burden that the family all wished to carry.

Fast-forward several years, to when she was at the age of fifteen: the advent of the Great Europan War. Eleanor's brother came down with a disease that required expensive medicine-- an insidious illness that left him bedridden. With no other choice, the family paid for the treatments, even if it would set them back on their debt payments by a significant amount. Though he was still only just recovering, the conscription drive would have left him labeled as a draft dodger if he refused to go, and thus with a heavy heart, prepared to send Elliot to his probable death in the frontlines.

Meanwhile, as she reached marriageable age, plans were put in place for Eleanor's betrothal. Although the family had intended for Eleanor to be wed to a gentleman uptown, it became increasingly evident to Eleanor that her prospective husband cared little for the rest of the girl's family at all. As she returned home one night, she noticed a flier plastered against the aging stone walls of the city- perhaps that very same recruitment drive would be the answer to everything.

Against her family's wishes, Eleanor called the betrothal off in a rather unorthodox manner. Namely, she disappeared one morning, stole her brother's credentials, and did not return, leaving only a vague note as to her whereabouts. It simply stated that she had left the city to find work and that they would receive some money within the coming months. As they would later find out, it turns out that she had registered for the conscription drive that the Edinburgh military was holding under her brother's identity, which spared her brother Elliot from draft evasion. Eleanor was always androgynous enough to pass as a man if she wanted to, after all. And although she had lied to the recruiter about her name, sex, and age, the documents and reports she had given the man were legitimate. Donning the new name "Elliot", the young "man" was sent to a military base for training.

She managed to barely squeeze past acceptable levels in basic training, all the while keeping her true identity a secret. Although often mocked for her small stature and her difficulty in keeping up with some of the physical training regimens, Elliot impressed her instructors and fellow conscripts in the firing range. It turned out that she was quite prodigious with the rifle. Once the training period was finished, she was sent off to the eastern front, to assist in the war effort. It was in the crucible of war that she was truly tested. With her skills and more than a little bit of luck, she managed to survive, emerging as a distinguished sharpshooter, having earned a medal for eliminating an enemy officer at long-range.

The girl would spend the next couple of years in the war, her role firmly cemented as a marksman. Assigned mostly to eliminate high-value targets or to scout out locations, Elliot was lucky enough to survive various offensives, in no small thanks to her talent. During her last mission, Edinburgh forces had to retreat, their position having been overwhelmed by the enemy, resulting in massive casualties. Following the dissolution of her battalion in the latest battle against Imperial forces, she was transferred to the 15th Atlantic Rifles to await further orders.

Affiliations

• Silas Roe || Father (39)
• Anne Roe || Mother (36)
• Elliot Roe || Elder Brother (18)

Relationships

None, yet.

Character Theme

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

Eleanor "Elliot" Roe

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Gender

Female.

Age

17 years old, born May 24th, 1897.

Sexuality

Bisexual, with a preference towards males.

Place of Birth

United Kingdom of Edinburgh, Castleton.

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Appearance

Standing at a diminutive 5’1” and weighing 103 lbs, Elliot is small in every sense of the word. She does not eat much, but she's not in bad shape. Due to the nature of her enlistment, she is typically issued male uniforms, which she does not mind wearing. Elliot does have a habit of keeping herself and her surroundings neat and tidy. She tends to keep her hair short, typically sporting an ushanka and a long coat when in colder climates. She keeps a number of utility belts and pouches on her person for easy access to her gear.

Personality

Composed, stoic, and precocious. She is often seen as 'cold' at times due to her lack of outward reactions. She’s slow to trust strangers but is generally not unfriendly. Although seemingly apathetic, Elliot is a caring and understanding individual, owing to her upbringing. Methodical, inquisitive, and detail-oriented, she loves discussing technical details about machines and weapons. Her honesty is brutal, and her self-loyalty trumps all of her actions. However, she is known to assist others out of her own inconvenience simply because "she wants to."

Though she's only been in the war for two years, she's developed several ways to cope, having joined at such a young age. She has compartmentalized the worst of her experiences in an effort to maintain her sanity. She views the war as a grim necessity, and that fighting in it is her duty-- for her family, for her friends who've died in the war, and for her country. Elliot views her own role as a marksman with pride, though she finds the fact that killing is one of her few talents... concerning, and wonders what she will do when the war ends, only to push that thought aside for the future.

Strangely enough, even after everything she's seen and done, Elliot believes that the world is a beautiful place and that its many imperfections make it all the more admirable. Only time will tell if she retains this worldview.

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Rank

Private.

Role

Marksman.

Equipment

Equipment List

	SM-Longfield Mk. 3 Rifle (Marksman Variant)	A ubiquitous firearm carried by the bulk of the Federation infantry. This rifle in particular is modified for long-range engagements for use of a marksman, with a x8 scope on top of where the iron sights normally are.
	Suppressor	An experimental attachment for the Longfield Mk. 3 Rifle. Helps muffle the noise of the muzzle blast when firing, allowing for better concealment.
	Rifle Ammunition	Ammunition for the Longfield Mk. 3 Rifle.
	John-Wissel Revolver	A revolver given to officers and marksmen of the Federation. Has a loading lever for easy removal of spent casings, and packs a punch.
	Revolver Ammunition	Ammunition for the John-Wissel Revolver.
	Flare Gun	Can be used to fire a small flare to send signals that anyone can see.
	Flares	Ammunition for the flare gun. Comes in different colors that denote different signals.
	Illumination Flares	Throwable flares that emit extremely bright light meant to reveal an area shrouded in darkness.
	Garotte Wire	A short ligature, which can be used to suffocate someone from behind. Rarely used due to Elliot's small size, but nevertheless useful in clandestine operations.
	Trip Mines	A set of antipersonnel devices with a small explosive payload that can be triggered via pressure or tripwire. Needs time to set up.
	Binoculars	A device that allows for long-range surveillance, beyond the range of a normal sniper scope. Useful for reconnaissance missions.
	Periscope	A telescopic device that allows the user to see around cover. Useful for safely peeking while in the trenches.
	Edinburgh Military Uniform	The standard uniform typically issued to male soldiers, notably of one of the smallest available sizes-- and still doesn't quite fit her.
	Trenchcoat and Cloak	A leather trenchcoat that helps keep cold, wind, and moisture out. Comes with a camouflaged cloak that helps conceals the wearer's position, especially in foliage.
	Elliot's Ushanka	A trapper's hat with brim bound by a pair of motorcycle goggles. A keepsake from an old friend. Very comfortable.

Miscellaneous Supplies

	Survival Knife	A small dagger ill-suited for combat, but good for activities at camp. Elliot keeps it sharp.
	Backpack	A military rucksack to store supplies and equipment.
	Canteen	A metal container that can be filled with water.
	Mess Kit	A set of stainless steel utensils, as well as a metal cup and tray, in case the soldier needs to eat in the field.
	Field Rations	A set of nonperishable foodstuffs that will virtually keep forever, as long as it is protected from the elements. Only typically issued if the soldier is sent on extended missions outside the trenches.
	Matches	A set of matches for lighting fires.
	Repair Kit w/ Spare Parts	Tools and supplies needed to keep a soldier's gear in prime condition.
	Compass	A small navigation tool that can be used to determine which way is north. Useful for checking maps.
	Sharpening Stone	A small whetstone used to keep blades sharp.

Potentials

• Sharpshooter - A crack shot from the moment she picked up a rifle, Elliot's skills are honed by experience, which elevates her prodigious talents to an even greater level.
• Countersniper - Although her diminutive size held her back before, her small profile gives her a certain edge in remaining unseen and in cover. It is because of this that she excels at a secondary purpose: to locate and eliminate enemy snipers. Sometimes, it is as simple as laying traps in spots where they are likely to hide, other times, it is triangulating the angle of their shots to get a bead on their location.
• Tunnel Vision - It is expected that marksmen, owing to their scopes, tend to focus heavily on one task or target, and Elliot is no different. She prefers to work as a scalpel: taking out key targets with surgical precision, but this can be problematic in its own right. Unless told otherwise, she tends to miss the big picture, preferring to take things one at a time. In addition, missed shots and elusive targets irritate her, which may cause her to double down at the task at hand, rather than to step back and reassess the situation.

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Biography

Living in one of the middle-class districts of Castleton, Eleanor was born to a small family that got by about as well as everyone else. Her father worked as an engineer in the city's munitions factory, while her mother was a public accountant. Her older brother, Elliot, was born sickly, but attended school and apprenticed as an aspiring watchmaker. The reason why they were working so hard in spite of the relative prosperity in the nation's peacetime is that the family was deep in debt to a bank that had provided the money for a start-up business. Although they were up-and-comer at the time, they were quickly muscled in by rival competitors and lost much of their sales to bigger conglomerates. The now-defunct business was a burden that the family all wished to carry.

Fast-forward several years, to when she was at the age of fifteen: the advent of the Great Europan War. Eleanor's brother came down with a disease that required expensive medicine-- an insidious illness that left him bedridden. With no other choice, the family paid for the treatments, even if it would set them back on their debt payments by a significant amount. Though he was still only just recovering, the conscription drive would have left him labeled as a draft dodger if he refused to go, and thus with a heavy heart, prepared to send Elliot to his probable death in the frontlines.

Meanwhile, as she reached marriageable age, plans were put in place for Eleanor's betrothal. Although the family had intended for Eleanor to be wed to a gentleman uptown, it became increasingly evident to Eleanor that her prospective husband cared little for the rest of the girl's family at all. As she returned home one night, she noticed a flier plastered against the aging stone walls of the city- perhaps that very same recruitment drive would be the answer to everything.

Against her family's wishes, Eleanor called the betrothal off in a rather unorthodox manner. Namely, she disappeared one morning, stole her brother's credentials, and did not return, leaving only a vague note as to her whereabouts. It simply stated that she had left the city to find work and that they would receive some money within the coming months. As they would later find out, it turns out that she had registered for the conscription drive that the Edinburgh military was holding under her brother's identity, which spared her brother Elliot from draft evasion. Eleanor was always androgynous enough to pass as a man if she wanted to, after all. And although she had lied to the recruiter about her name, sex, and age, the documents and reports she had given the man were legitimate. Donning the new name "Elliot", the young "man" was sent to a military base for training.

She managed to barely squeeze past acceptable levels in basic training, all the while keeping her true identity a secret. Although often mocked for her small stature and her difficulty in keeping up with some of the physical training regimens, Elliot impressed her instructors and fellow conscripts in the firing range. It turned out that she was quite prodigious with the rifle. Once the training period was finished, she was sent off to the eastern front, to assist in the war effort. It was in the crucible of war that she was truly tested. With her skills and more than a little bit of luck, she managed to survive, emerging as a distinguished sharpshooter, having earned a medal for eliminating an enemy officer at long-range.

The girl would spend the next couple of years in the war, her role firmly cemented as a marksman. Assigned mostly to eliminate high-value targets or to scout out locations, Elliot was lucky enough to survive various offensives, in no small thanks to her talent. During her last mission, Edinburgh forces had to retreat, their position having been overwhelmed by the enemy, resulting in massive casualties. Following the dissolution of her battalion in the latest battle against Imperial forces, she was transferred to the 15th Atlantic Rifles to await further orders.

Affiliations

• Silas Roe || Father (39)
• Anne Roe || Mother (36)
• Elliot Roe || Elder Brother (18)

Relationships

None, yet.

Character Theme