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Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

That's two people who posted it in the wrong place first. Eh, acceptable enough. Nice image! XD

... An image that I have in my folder here immediately went through my mind when I read of this... "Sir Wilhelm the White"... Did you have to theme him after a color...? Because this image so totally fit my mental projection...

Hider

Unfortunately he wasn't "Wilhelm the Purple". XD

@PlatinumSkink

Now that is an amazing picture. I just wanted the alliteration, to be honest. I'm changing his name to Wilhelm the Whatever-the-DM-Wants. The Wonderful? The Worthy? Something that doesn't use alliteration? I dunno.

Hm. I am raising my eyebrow a little bit at how great you're making Wilhelm sound, even in the second paragraph. He's sounding like he's THE man of Grado, pretty much, with bards praising him and him leading entire armies against hordes and such. I was kind of intending that to be Rioga, but to a smaller scale than this. Remember, monsters are few enough in number that normal villages still exist relatively safely with but a standard wall. While protection is in order, there are few groups of monsters large enough to be deemed a major hero by defeating. As well, Grado's supposed to be rather weakened, this guy sounds like he's got everything handled by himself. But, seeing how he apparently had enough mercenaries under his command that they could defeat him, suppose mercenaries of Jehanna actually comprised most of that army. Not that armies does much use when the majority of your enemies are spread out like that. Oh, well. It is fine, I just want to point it out. I'll decide myself how much of it is overblown.

@PlatinumSkink

You're right on that front, and I'll change that up if you want. Army-related mistakes are due to my lack of general Fire Emblem knowledge, and that I always sort of imagined that what happened on the field in front of the player was representative of a larger battle. Wilhelm's exploits, while probably fairly impressive, are likely exaggerated or used as a sort of rallying cry to boost morale. Seems like Grado needs the confidence boost.

Eh, otherwise, there wasn't very much data on the guy himself, so there's not that much to argue about. Other than the fact that... Gosh, he has such a normal-sounding name in a world filled with fantasy-names...! XD ... Kevin is accepted~!

@PlatinumSkink

You're right, and I was worried about that. Initially I figured since a large part of the premise was that he was overshadowed it was thematically appropriate, but I've thought of a few more things to add.
The name thing was because I couldn't think of a better one completely intentional because I thought it'd be funny.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Sorry for posting in the character's section: I missed the "Post it Here First" clause, and I don't know if there's a way for me to delete my posts. My bad!

Kevin

Male, Level 5 Villager
Weapon Mastery: Lances D
Allegiance: Grado


(This is probably a placeholder picture. Kevin looks nothing like this.)

Appearance: The first thing you’ll notice about Kevin is that he is tall: well over six feet, in fact. However, he is still gangly and clumsy. He has a thin layer of stubble on his chin and dark hair that he does his best to keep short. Even in non-combat environments, he can usually be seen wearing some sort of shabby armour and a light, wooden shield strapped to his off-hand. In truth, his “armor” is made of old, thick leather padding covered with small, salvaged bits from discarded or broken platemail. This makeshift plating covers his torso, knees and shoulders, but not much else. This, combined with his wrought-iron kettle hat [[Not an actual kettle, it is a type of helmet]] gives him the image of the stereotypical peasant militiaman, forced to fight to protect his home. Kevin doesn’t mind this, though: even if he is of higher birth, he would sooner not be associated with his family’s name for fear of shaming it.

Apparent Age: Kevin is in his late teens, but looks a great deal older if he allows his stubble to grow out. (~19 years old)

Background:
To understand Kevin’s background, one must first learn of his father. Few knights and warriors of Grado could claim the same combat prowess and tactical genius as Sir Wilhelm the White, who as his nickname may suggest, would always ride into battle wearing a gleaming white surcoat emblazoned with his family’s crest: a winged shield with two swords crossed behind it. According to songs sung by traveling bards, he wore armour made of dragon scales and carried with him a fabled greatspear tipped with a magical alloy said to have the power to puncture any metal as though it were made of paper. Kevin is fairly certain that these legends aren’t true.

Both on and off horseback, he was a fearsome warrior, slaying every foe who dared to cross his path. From when he was anointed as “Sir” in his later teen years, he commanded armies in dozens battles to victory against the monster hordes and fell 200 foemen by his own hands. Wilhelm the White, the Sword in the Darkness, symbolized a revival of the heroism and chivalry that initially made the Empire of Grado great. He took a Grado noblewoman from a distant branch of the royal family to wife, giving birth to three sons and two daughters: Clyde, Gordon, Gertrude, Layla, and of course his youngest, Kevin.

Kevin’s older brothers Clyde and Gordon were the heirs that Wilhelm wanted. Kevin, though still liked, was largely ignored by his father and was generally considered a disappointment. He had the same impressive stature as his brothers and more discipline than either of them, but he found himself unable to summon the same level of courage or raw skill that helped his father to greatness. To toughen him up, Wilhelm sent Kevin to join the military as Wilhelm had done with his other sons. He improved on the basic techniques his father had taught him, though was still having trouble with more advanced maneuvers.

Of course, no amount of greatness could prepare Wilhelm the White for his own betrayal. Exhausted after a major battle, mercenaries from Jehanna under his command turned against him. The last Kevin heard of them, his father and brothers had not been seen since, and were most likely dead. Though he had only a small portion of his training left to go, he was rushed to the front before he could complete it, and is woefully unprepared to fight a war...

Plot-Susceptive: Very yes.

Items: Iron Lance, Javelin, Vulnerary x3

Personality: “Brave” would be a poor word to describe Kevin, though “craven” may not be entirely accurate either. Kevin will quake in his boots when an enemy shows up, but he will never flee from a fight. A man of extraordinary perseverance, he will always remain staunchly on the field regardless of how completely terrified he may be. Though he is not especially skilled in battle yet, Kevin is loyal and disciplined to a fault, and will do almost any task that is asked of him. He has difficulty disobeying and immense respect for authority, as well as those he believes can teach him the ways of the warrior. Kevin takes instructions well and is quite eager to learn, though tends to be hard on himself, and has difficulty acknowledging when he has done a good job himself.

The tales about his father and brothers have saddled him somewhat of an inferiority complex. He has a lot to live up to, and prefers not to reveal his lineage so he is not seen as a disappointment to people who are familiar with his family history, or hounded about their knightly actions.

Ability Assessment: Slowly but surely, Kevin is turning his awkward stature and clumsiness into a unique combat strength. His unorthodox skills and maneuvers can confuse and trip up less experienced opponents, and his dedication to his training is serving him well for the time-being. In one-on-one battles, he emphasizes control over the fight instead of straight-forward attacks. His overly cautious nature and clumsiness give him trouble utilizing his full strength in battle, but his battlefield control and sheer tenacity make him very, very hard to kill.

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Kevin has two prized possessions. The first is a small wooden violin, though his playing isn’t anything special. The second is a tattered piece of white cloth from his father’s cloak that he has tied around his left arm. This serves as a reminder to himself that he has a legacy to uphold, and that cowardice is not an option.

If a piece of Kevin’s armour breaks, he will repair it with whatever he can find. These quick fixes can range from resourceful to downright absurd, but they typically hold well.

Kevin hopes to be able to live up to one day live up to his father’s name, and to one day charge into battle screaming “I am Kevin, Son of Wilhelm!” without bringing shame to his noble line. Unfortunately, that day seems pretty far off.

R-button Summarization: The son of a great knight. He has a lot to live up to.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Sorry for posting in the character's section: I missed the "Post it Here First" clause, and I don't know if there's a way for me to delete my posts. My bad!

Kevin

Male, Level 5 Villager
Weapon Mastery: Lances D
Allegiance: Grado



Appearance: The first thing you’ll notice about Kevin is that he is tall: well over six feet, in fact. However, he is clumsy, and can't seem to manage his own long legs. He has grey eyes, a thin layer of stubble on his chin, and dark hair that he does his best to keep short. Even in non-combat environments, he can usually be seen wearing some sort of shabby armour and a light, wooden shield strapped to his off-hand. In truth, his “armor” is made of old, thick leather padding covered with small, salvaged bits from discarded or broken pieces from other suits. This makeshift plating covers his torso, knees and shoulders, but not much else. This, combined with his wrought-iron kettle hat [[Not an actual kettle, it is a type of helmet]] gives him the image of the stereotypical peasant militiaman, forced to fight to protect his home. Kevin doesn’t mind this, though: even if he is of higher birth, he would sooner not be associated with his family’s name for fear of shaming it.

Apparent Age: Kevin looks to be a bit older than he actually is, around his mid-20s, particularly if he allows his stubble to grow out. (True Age: nineteen)

Background:
To understand Kevin’s background, one must first learn of his father. Sir Wilhelm possessed immense tactical and combat prowess that was hard to find among average soldiers. According to songs sung by traveling bards, he wore armour made of dragon scales and carried with him a fabled greatspear tipped with a magical alloy said to have the power to puncture any metal as though it were made of paper. Kevin is fairly certain that these legends aren’t true.

Both on and off horseback, he was a fearsome warrior, slaying every foe who dared to cross his path. From when he was anointed as “Sir” in his later teen years, he commanded battalions to victory in dozens of battles against the monster hordes, as well as defeating many foes himself. Sir Wilhelm, the Sword in the Darkness, along with many other elite knights, were shown off to symbolize a revival of the heroism and chivalry that initially made the Empire of Grado great. Though stories of his greatness are oft-exaggerated, his confirmed accomplishments are fairly impressive. He took a Grado noblewoman from a distant branch of the royal family to wife, who gave birth to three sons and two daughters: Clyde, Gordon, Gertrude, Layla, and of course his youngest, Kevin.

Kevin's childhood was not particularly different from that of any other squire, though people soon began to realize that he did not have the same caliber of grit that his older brothers Clyde and Gordon did. They were the heirs that Wilhelm wanted, whereas Kevin, though still liked, was largely ignored by his father and considered a disappointment. He learned courtly behaviour and manners, was able to grasp the basics of spear-fighting, had the same impressive stature as his brothers, and had more discipline than either one of them. However, he was unable to summon the same level of courage or raw skill that helped his father to greatness. Wilhelm sent Kevin to join the military once he realized that Kevin would need more training than the aging knight had time to give him. Here, Kevin improved upon the basic techniques his father had taught him, though he was slow to learn more advanced maneuvers. It was here that he met Caine, whom he considers to be a good (albeit rather bothersome) friend.

Sadly, no amount of greatness could prepare Wilhelm for his own betrayal. Exhausted after a major battle, Jehannan mercenaries under his own command turned against him. This is the last Kevin has heard of his father and brothers, who are presumed to be dead. Though he had only a small portion of his training left to go, many trainees were scattered or rushed to the front before he could complete it, and fears that he is mentally unprepared to fight in a war.

Plot-Susceptive: Very yes.

Items: Heavy Spear, Javelin, Vulnerary (3 uses)

Personality: “Brave” would be a poor word to describe Kevin, though “craven” may not be entirely accurate either. Kevin will quake in his boots when a powerful enemy shows up, but he will never flee from a fight unless commanded to do so. A man of extraordinary perseverance, he will always remain staunchly on the field with his lance held... regardless of how completely terrified or outmatched he may be. Though he is not especially skilled in battle yet, Kevin is loyal and disciplined to a fault, and will do almost any task that is asked of him. He has difficulty disobeying his superiors and immense, almost excessive, respect for authority. This is a result of his noble upbringing, which always placed a great emphasis on ranks and titles. Expect him to show even greater respect to potential teachers. Kevin takes instructions well and is quite eager to learn, though he tends to be hard on himself and has difficulty acknowledging when he has done a good job.

The tales about Kevin's father and brothers have saddled him somewhat of an inferiority complex, whether said tales entirely true or not. He has a lot to live up to, and prefers not to reveal his lineage so he is not seen as a disappointment to people who are familiar with his family history. He has a bad habit of comparing his own worst qualities and skills to others' best.

Ability Assessment: Slowly but surely, Kevin is turning his awkward stature and clumsiness into a unique combat strength. His unorthodox skills and maneuvers can confuse and trip up less experienced opponents, and his dedication to his training serves him quite well. In one-on-one battles, he emphasizes control over the fight instead of straight-forward attacking. He is quite strong, if only because of his sheer size, but he is simply too cautious and clumsiness to effectively use his full strength in battle. That said, his battlefield control and sheer tenacity make him very, very hard to kill. He can throw a javelin incredibly long distances, but has poor accuracy. (Decent skill, high HP, high defenses, but slow attacks and mediocre offenses.)

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:

• Kevin has two prized possessions. The first is a small wooden violin, though his playing isn’t anything special. The second is a tattered piece of white cloth from one of his father’s old cloaks that he has tied around his left arm. This serves as a reminder to himself that he has a legacy to uphold, and that cowardice is not an option.
• If a piece of Kevin’s armour breaks, he will repair it with whatever he can find. These quick fixes can range from resourceful to downright absurd, but they typically hold well. Though not a knight himself, the practice has earned Kevin the nickname the "Walking Junkyard", "Junkyard Knight" or "Knight of One Man's Trash" among some circles.
• Though Kevin doesn't dislike bards, he believes most of them to be liars. "Fun liars, though," he says.
• Kevin hopes to be able to live up to one day live up to his father’s name, and to one day charge into battle screaming “I am Kevin, Son of Wilhelm!” without bringing shame to his noble line. Unfortunately, that day seems pretty far off. He also hopes to have a story or song written about him, but an entirely truthful one uncorrupted by bards' pleasant lies.
• Wilhelm often repeats anecdotes of supposedly "sagely" advice from one of his past instructors, regardless of whether the advice actually applies to the situation.
• Lastly, he's got a pretty big appetite. That's not too surprising, given his size.

R-button Summarization: The not-so-great son of a truly great knight. He has a lot to live up to.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Just curious: what are the rules for class promotion in this RP?

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Hooray~! <3 I'll make sure to properly thank Lionheart then. :D

I've got a pegasus knight almost done. I have to step out for a bit, but I only need the background fleshed out and I'll be done.

@Skittles

Lionheart is a pretty cool guy, what with his character and getting us spots and whatnot.

I'll have my sheet up tonight. He's a soldier-to-be, and can be easily introduced later and with other characters.

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

Wilhelm managed to give a friendly, if uneasy laugh, then got up from his seat. The food was extraordinary, to be sure, but he’d eaten most of his fill at the tavern. Out of respect for Lord Hamheart, he left his pollaxe under the watchful eye of Roger. There was still a dagger in Wilhelm’s belt, though it wouldn’t be much good in a fight with an opponent with much more reach than his. “Be careful,” Roger whispered, this time pulling in Wilhelm close so that nobody else could hear, “Hamheart’s leading you into a trap for all we know.”

When they were safety out of view, Wilhelm began to explain his side to the story. “You’ve probably heard the song. It’s very popular with the peasants, ‘n you lot seem to like music well enough. Parts of it are true, actually. Three of the kings men showed up one day, but they didn’t ask for anyone specific. At least not right away. They just started…” Wilhelm gulped. He had spent the last few weeks trying to forget what had happened. It seemed as though even now he was piecing the chaotic string of events together for the first time. “They just started burnin’. My uncle’s farm, my mum’s house...” He paused. “O’ course, we had to get outta there, but the king’s men were waiting for us. Only mum knew I was the royal bastard, so I didn’t have any idea what this band o’ blowhards was talkin’ about. First error in the song, I guess, is I’d never met Rodrick or Matilda or Lily. ‘S a matter of fact, I hadn’t even heard of them before I heard the ballad.”

Wilhelm sighed. “Fortunately, my cousins, the ones I brought in with me; we’d all brought our weapons with us. We’d been to war before, ya see; that’s why I have my pollaxe. Didn’t use no sickle; that’s the second error in that little ballad. I killed two of ‘em with my axe, and a bit of royal sorcery.” He held out his hand, and as he did so, his dagger rose from its scabbard, stabbed the empty air out in front of the balcony, then returned to its place on his belt. “Roger’s the best fighter outta the three of us, though, and he killed the last one while Frederick grabbed the horses for us to escape. My uncle and my mother…” He paused for a moment. “… They were riding with us, but they were cut down by some more o’ the king’s knights.”

He leaned forward on the balcony and looked off into the distance wistfully, remembering his mother’s smiling face, and the face of terror she'd made right before she died. I might as well cover the rest of the rumours, too… “Most of the other stuff you heard about’s probably Frederick or Roger’s doing. Roger’s the one who slew twelve men single-handedly during the Battle of Westwood, and Freddy’s the one who deflowered the baron’s daughter on her sister's wedding night, and both of those things happened almost a year before any of this royal bastard nonsense. 'M just a farmer-turned-soldier with a fancy weapon and some sorcerer's blood. I'm no hero, that's for sure.”

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

Roger stepped between the runner and Wilhelm. "Alright, alright, we get it. If you're trying to help us, how about a bit of personal space?" Unlike his younger cousin, Roger was not intimidated by the size of the runner, and rightly so. For a normal human, Roger was rather massive, though still perhaps not quite as tall or as muscular as your average mountain man. "For future reference, I don't appreciate being intimidated."

Wilhelm yanked on his brother's shirt to calm him down. "Uhm... if you don't mind, I'd like to speak with your runner friend for a moment..." He leaned in to whisper to the runner. "You know who we are then? Figures. I expect dad's got my face plastered on every wall in the kingdom. We'll feast with Lord Hamheart, but my identity remains a secret. Rumours spread fast, and I'm sure there's at least one mountain man who'll sell me out for the king's money." Solemnly, he took his hand out, which was still glowing, and allowed the magical energy to dissipate. "Don't look like you're plannin' on locking me up or cuttin' off my head."

"Who, these gentlemen?" Frederick laughed, clearly not used to the potency of mountain-man ale. "Good one, Wilhelm! You should do some of your fancy sorcery for Lord Hamheart! Are there any mages up here? Are we the only lowlanders here?" Frederick continued asking questions and joking with the guards all the way to the dining hall.

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

Sorry about mine as well. I was having some problems with my connection to the site.

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

I keep mixing up Frederick and Roger.

Roger's the quiet, stoic one, whereas Frederick is the charismatic diplomat.

This Dance We Call War [A Game of Thrones Based RP]

I keep mixing up Frederick and Roger.

For future reference, Roger's the quiet, stoic one, whereas Freddy's the charismatic diplomat.