Lionheart

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

I'm sorry, didn't realize the ball was in my court. For some reason I thought I was still waiting on someone.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Alvin listened intently to the proposed plan. The biggest issue he could see with Marwood's plan was the prince being the bait. But if it's what Marwwod wanted to do..... "Why don't you stay here Arathyra, help the people here. Anyone wounded in the field can be brought back." He answered his healer gently. Nobody else seemed to step up to answer her.

Now, the biggest question facing Alvin, would he help as well? He wanted to help his people true, but on the other hand it was only a matter of time until Sion found him. Time that was running short. Was it worth the risk? The world for these few people? These few, precious Gradians who felt abandoned by their government? With that thought the young prince made up his mind.

"I'll help as well, my people need this. And the first responsibility of a monarch is to his people." Alvin declared, facing Archibald dead on, daring the bandit to challenge the pure and unwavering passion that was clear in the price's emerald eyes. His fists clenched and his mind began preparing for the verbal abuse that was sure to come.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

I'll let Marwood get something in before I post again. Alvin has some internal debating to do about whether he needs to move or feed his people.

Dragon Age: Warden's Folly

Garen had arrived at the Tevinter Border Fort an hour or so before midday. He heard the lookouts raise the alarm and watched from his perch in northeast corner of the courtyard as the Wardens unveiled their new playthings, the griffons. Was it impressive? Sure, but was it enough to stop the neverending hordes of Darkspawn? That remained to be seen.

After the attack ended, a few warriors gathered in the center of the courtyard in front of one of the wardens, an elf by the look of him. By the way some had been treating him it was a fair bet he was the man that Garen was supposed to see. He had no issues taking orders from an elf, heck one of the Dragon Heads had been one. Still it surprised him how eager some seemed to take his direction. Still, it was time to make his presence known. So he approached, his footsteps quiet to even the most attuned ears.

He came up behind a Qunari and a dwarf, content to stand there and listen to whatever speech was going to be held. He knew for a fact the elven warden could see him, and that was enough. His fingers ran along the runes carved into the hilt of the sword on his left hip, Tân, as he waited.

Dragon Age: Warden's Folly

I will, tomorrow or day after.

Dragon Age: Warden's Folly

Just a random thought; whenever I see Argetlam's character I can't help but hear "You wheel, you deal."

Dragon Age: Warden's Folly

Garen Steelsinger

Name: Garen Steelsinger
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Allegiance: N/A
Class/Sub-class: Warrior

Appearance:

Portrait

Abilities:
Combat Mastery: Due to countless hours of training and even more hours and years of combat experience Garen has a very keen grasp of martial combat. He has mastered the art of dual wielding his magic longswords, Gwynt and Tân. Also something of a strategist Garen has disciplined his mind to think many moves in advance, as such he's not only an able and dangerous combatant but a capable and quick-thinking commander.

Survivalist: Garen has spent enough time in the wilderness to easily survive on his own for months, even years at a time.

The Song of Steel, Dance of Death: Garen himself would say his extreme proficiency with his blades came with hours upon hours of practice.
Other more superstitious crowds believe him to be a demon warrior incarnate, whose only purpose in the world is to reap death upon whomever he pleases. Whatever the actual case, Garen is so attuned to his weapons and his body that when he fights his blades sing a funeral dirge for his enemies. The only sounds to be heard is the whooshing of blades slicing the air, the clanging of metal beating metal, and the screams of his defeated foes.


Personality: To most Garen is a rough, cynical person having seen and dealt with enough death to make the man cold and indifferent to the cruelties of the world. As a wanderer and professional soldier Garen is disciplined, shrewd, logical, sarcastic, and at times a bit ruthless. Still, his iron like persona has soft spots, particularly towards children whom if he's in an area long enough will teach kids how to read, write, and otherwise survive. He gives those he counts as friends high regards and always pay his debts, loyalty with loyalty, blood with blood.

History

His father was a hunter and was murdered by a band of darkspawn when he was a boy. After that Garen and his mother survived the best they could, eventually she perished as well. After that the boy was recruited by a mercenary company called the Dragon's Blades at the age of 8. He was to serve the fighters much like a squire and eventually become a fighter himself.

He stuck with the company for 10 years, becoming one of the group's most respected fighters and tacticians. He showed great leadership capabilities and quite the mind for battlefield strategy. The group had an established territory, the local villages were grateful for the protection and the company had food and lodging. Garen served as the one of three members of the company known as the "Dragon Heads" for a couple years, marrying the village chief's daughter, Elaine.

The two had a daughter named Alys, they were happy, blissful. However the bliss would not last... One night after returning with his men from a monster hunt they found the village in flames. Tevinter Slavers were ransacking the town and carting off it's inhabitants. Garen and his men did all they could and saved a few. But when the dust settled, Elaine and Alys were nowhere to be found, the village was ruined, burned, and what was left of the population didn't want to be anywhere near there.

After that Garen left the Dragon's Blades, intent on hunting down the slavers and finding his family. That was his mission for years, until finally he did. He and his closest friend Jeremiah Cross who was a tracker hunted the Tevinter to their lair. The two stormed the place, finding horrific things, corpses, tortured, mangled, or worse. Finally the two found Elaine, or what was left of her. They searched but Alys could not be found. And so the two returned and went their separate ways, with Garen wandering the world. Listless aside from finding his daughter.

Now the world is threatened, and a call for heroes has been issued. Though no hero himself, Garen has decided to lend his twin longswords Gwynt and Tân to the cause of saving the world. For if the world is destroyed, if Alys still lives she will perish with it.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Ugh, that post feels terrible. I should've posted sooner, honestly.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Alvin walked through the forest silently, listening to Marwood but really just letting the matter drop for the moment. They were arguing in circles and not getting anywhere. Best to let the matter rest for the time being and get back to it later when they had a bit of time. He accepted the bracelet, but he doubted it'd be necessary.

The camp was horrible for Alvin. Though his face a mask of unbreakable stone the mere sight of what was going on here broke his heart. Eventually they got into the meeting room. Alvin remained silent throughout the conversation, absorbing information and taking whatever verbal abuse the bandit hurled at him without losing his composure. That was the most important thing; never let your enemy, or friends for that matter, see you rattled. Though Alvin was, the sights in the place were horrific. Enough so that if he wasn't as well disciplined he might be sobbing in the street. As much as he hated to admit it, the bandit's remarks dug deep. He had failed, plain and simple. And now this man was rubbing it in like salt in a fresh wound. Sure Alvin had no chance to help in the first place and truthfully it wasn't really his fault but it still hurt all the same. Being prince meant taking responsibility for your people, no matter what.

Finally Alvin started paying attention to the conversation again. Marwood was proposing a raid on a food caravan in Serafew. The biggest issue Alvin saw was the same the bandit pointed out as soon as he heard. The time it would take to get to Serafew and back would take awhile. However the young prince had a different thought. "If it's in Serafew, it's a fair bet it's on it's way to the castle." He said as he approached the map, rubbing his chin as thought. "Which means it has to pass through this forest, probably on this road here." Alvin pointed to a spot on the map. "Set up an ambush, kill all the guards. Clean, and the Jehannans will have no trace as to what happened to their caravan. And besides, as Aldo pointed out if they hear I'm on the move they might just be too busy to care. That is, if they are aware of my escape in the first place. Though I'm sure Sion will work that out soon."

A few more ifs then Alvin would usually care for, but hopefully it would serve. The reason these refugees are here in the first place is because Grado failed. They were on the track of strengthening their military but they hadn't got there yet. The least Alvin could do was contribute whatever he could so his people could eat.

"As for the stone," The young prince turned to the bandit leader. "I'm going to take it and hide. If Sion gets it, he will use it's power to destroy the world. That is my purpose. I plead, do not try and hinder me. Whatever your grievances, I am sorry. But I must do this, whatever the cost." He turned from everyone and gazed out the window. It was a reality that physically made Alvin sick, but it was reality all the same. If his nation needed to be sacrificed to keep the stone out of Sion's hand, then so be it. The alternative was far, far worse.

Dragon Age: Warden's Folly

Again, I don't particularly care to pick talents. If it's an issue I'll change it.

Garen Steelsinger

Name: Garen Steelsinger
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Allegiance: N/A
Class/Sub-class: Warrior

Appearance:

Portrait

Abilities:
Combat Mastery: Due to countless hours of training and even more hours and years of combat experience Garen has a very keen grasp of martial combat. Skilled with the sword, lance, warhammer, crossbow, and many other armaments. Also something of a strategist Garen has disciplined his mind to think many moves in advance, as such he's not only an able and dangerous combatant but a capable and quick-thinking commander.

Survivalist: Garen has spent enough time in the wilderness to easily survive on his own for months, even years at a time.

The Song of Steel, Dance of Death: Garen himself would say his extreme proficiency with his blades came with hours upon hours of practice.
Other more superstitious crowds believe him to be a demon warrior incarnate, whose only purpose in the world is to reap death upon whomever he pleases. Whatever the actual case, Garen is so attuned to his weapons and his body that when he fights his blades sing a funeral dirge for his enemies. The only sounds to be heard is the whooshing of blades slicing the air, the clanging of metal beating metal, and the screams of his defeated foes.


Personality: To most Garen is a rough, cynical person having seen and dealt with enough death to make the man cold and indifferent to the cruelties of the world. As a wanderer and professional soldier Garen is disciplined, shrewd, logical, sarcastic, and at times a bit ruthless. Still, his iron like persona has soft spots, particularly towards children whom if he's in an area long enough will teach kids how to read, write, and otherwise survive. He gives those he counts as friends high regards and always pay his debts, loyalty with loyalty, blood with blood.

History

His father was a hunter and was murdered by a band of darkspawn when he was a boy. After that Garen and his mother survived the best they could, eventually she perished as well. After that the boy was recruited by a mercenary company called the Dragon's Blades at the age of 8. He was to serve the fighters much like a squire and eventually become a fighter himself.

He stuck with the company for 10 years, becoming one of the group's most respected fighters and tacticians. He showed great leadership capabilities and quite the mind for battlefield strategy. The group had an established territory, the local villages were grateful for the protection and the company had food and lodging. Garen served as the one of three members of the company known as the "Dragon Heads" for a couple years, marrying the village chief's daughter, Elaine.

The two had a daughter named Alys, they were happy, blissful. However the bliss would not last... One night after returning with his men from a monster hunt they found the village in flames. Tevinter Slavers were ransacking the town and carting off it's inhabitants. Garen and his men did all they could and saved a few. But when the dust settled, Elaine and Alys were nowhere to be found, the village was ruined, burned, and what was left of the population didn't want to be anywhere near there.

After that Garen left the Dragon's Blades, intent on hunting down the slavers and finding his family. That was his mission for years, until finally he did. He and his closest friend Jeremiah Cross who was a tracker hunted the Tevinter to their lair. The two stormed the place, finding horrific things, corpses, tortured, mangled, or worse. Finally the two found Elaine, or what was left of her. They searched but Alys could not be found. And so the two returned and went their separate ways, with Garen wandering the world. Listless aside from finding his daughter.

Now the world is threatened, and a call for heroes has been issued. Though no hero himself, Garen has decided to lend his twin longswords Gwynt and Tân to the cause of saving the world. For if the world is destroyed, if Alys still lives she will perish with it.