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Fire Emblem: Reign of Loptyr [Cynder && Alder]

Ray paused for a second, eyebrows furrowed as he examined the girl from top to bottom. She was lashing out at the bars as he had only moments ago. The girl let out much faster than he did, though. It was no wonder why. She was practically all bone! The right words to greet her eluded his grasp. He looked at her in silence until she at last turned to meet him. He fumbled around his words around his words as she asked his name. Commanded his name was more like it.

"Oh, um...I'm--my name is..." Ray shooked his head. He was struggling to realize the proper way to even say "hello". His title of prince had been revoked. Was there a point to being polite anymore? No, he had to believe he would take it back, and that meant following all of the customs they had engraved into his mind.

The boy cleared his throat.

"A-apologies, my lady. I am Prince Raymond of Gerhard." He spoke stiffly and politely, just as he had been taught. Bah, then again, formalities often weren't that large of a deal when you were a captive. "Although, I am quite partial to 'Ray' if that's alright." Ray's voice was steady. While his eyes were noticeably red, he was determined to hide that he had been crying like a child before she had arrived. An involuntary sniff from his nose gave it all away, as if it was that well hidden in the first place.

"Would it be alright if I asked for your name, please?"

Romance Survival

Survival Island sounds like it'd be amazing! XD

Secrets x of x Lake x Mobius

Name: Pasche Kuran
Age: 14
Personality (Important for Nen, which I will decide the typing, but you can decide the form.): Pasche can appear lazy but if he feels something is important he becomes determined to the point of stubbornness. It is his goal to become a Treasure Hunter and restore the Kuran family name to glory. However despite his goal requiring a large amount of money he refuses to gamble or do anything illegal.
Race (I may allow Chimera Ant hybrids for some flavour): Human
Bio: Pasche comes from a formerly wealthy family. His grandfather lost his fortune through a combination of a poor business sense and a love of gambling, that said he did at least make sure to leave no debt behind that Pasche's father would have to repay.
Appearance:

Hider

Other: Uses a boomerang as a weapon. Schwing!

@Duthguy

I dunno why, but I always see people using this kid as an image...

Romance Survival

Lol, definitely interested. Been looking for something out of my comfort zone and I NEVER do romance so...

Maybe a mix up plot would be good? Like, a Medieval Fantasy/Romance or Sci-fi/Romance setting.

Fire Emblem: Reign of Loptyr [Cynder && Alder]

It's fine! I can wait.

The Angel is back :3

Welcome back, dude! Glad to see that everything worked out for you in the end.

Fire Emblem: Reign of Loptyr [Cynder && Alder]

How did everything go so wrong. Ray asked himself this as he sat on the stone cold floor of Estrelia's dungeon. His eyes were reddened and a stream of fresh tears still streamed down his cheeks. The boy began to hyperventilate uncontrollably. Anger struck him at the hopelessness of the situation. Everything he loved and cared about had been stripped from him within a day. That day felt as if it were a century ago, but the effects it had on him were still very much recent.

In a fit of rage, the boy kicked the door of the cell with all his might...but nothing. He was just as useless as he was when the castle was invaded. Just as useless when his father was killed and when his mother was turned to stone by a figure in black right before his eyes. He could still smell the blood of the knights and servants in his castle alike. All of them slaughtered right before his useless eyes. That was the worst part of it. He failed them. He failed them as a prince and a warrior. When it mattered the most, he was useless.

The door flung open unexpectedly and he jumped as soon as he heard the sound. Could it be a rescue?! Had someone come to help him? No...it was a woman in her mid-thirties and a boy no older than fifteen. The woman looked at him with a sadistic sort of satisfaction. Her smile chilled him to the core. The boy had a blank expression on his face, as if unaware of how he should feel. Ray tears stopped as he spotted the boy. The curly blonde hair and blue eyes immediately brought someone to his mind: Ray's late father.

"Look, Desmond, its the usurper I'm sure you've heard about." Her voice was smooth and low, but he could feel the contempt coming from it.

"But of course, you scarce go a day without mentioning him to me. I'm unimpressed. Must we really let such filth plague our castle? Why not let him roam about the land like a dirty vagabond. I doubt he'd last a day." Desmond's voice reeked similar hatred, yet Ray could tell there was something wrong with it. It seemed...forced.

"And risk him rallying up against us? Of course not! Besides, our good friends have a lot of fun in store for him. They will let him redeem his pig of a father for his sins."

Rage filled him as his hands grasped the bars of his cell and pulled. Blood rushed to his face in anger, and at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to pick up the Tyrfing and slash her to pieces himself! Tears beyond his control still flowed down his face. Within seconds, he hated the woman. He hated everything about her. Her dark hair, her slender body, her stupid smile, everything! Frustration filled him as he became increasingly aware of his inability to reach her. A woman undeserving of chivalry? Now he had seen everything.

"Feisty, aren't you? For your sake, I hope you calm down by the time your cellmate arrives. The guards should be delivering her momentarily. It was rather nice seeing you for the first time, love, but I must be making my leave now. Ta! Come, Desmond." The pair left through a door leading to a staircase and shut it extra hard to mock him.

Ray punched the floor in fury.

He'd escape if it were the last thing he did.

Fire Emblem: Reign of Loptyr [Cynder && Alder]

Ray of Gerhard

Name: Raymond "Ray" of Gerhard

Class: Prince

Age: 12 (child) --> 17 (adult)

Appearance: Ray is a boy of about five feet tall with a skinny physique about right for someone in his position. His jet black hair is usually well maintained and straight. Its short length makes keeping it in check fairly simple. The same can be said for his posture, for he is a boy who would rarely be seen slouching. His face seems perpetually stern for someone as young as him, his brown eyes giving off a sense of seriousness. Being mainly held within Gerhard's castle has made his skin slightly pale. Ray's clothing of choice is rather basic for a royal. He wears a silk, blue shirt with long sleeves and brown leather pants.

Biography: Ray is the second born son of Gerhard's king, Darius. Initially born a bastard conceived from the wedlock of the king and one of his favorite concubines, his mother usurped the position of queen from Darius' wife after the two fell in love. The former queen, Ariana, was disgusted and rushed back to her home kingdom, Estrelia, taking the king's first born son, Desmond, with her. Ray's existence itself, unbeknownst to him, is the primary reason for the tension between the two kingdoms. The one thing preventing Desmond's rightful claim to the throne being his own father's refusal to let the child of anyone but his one true love take the throne. Not even the major holy blood of Baldur running through the child's veins could convince him otherwise.

Ray himself grew up fully aware of this fact. The murmurings of others behind his back made hiding this information nigh impossible. This fact motivated Ray to prove his own worth. He studied hard, practiced swordplay with vigor, and did his best to assure that he could be someone his people could happily call king. One nagging sensation always crept in the back of his mind, however. The thought that his father had done something so dishonorable wounded him. He had always looked up to the man due for his fair ruling and natural charisma. The man he was now and the man he was over a decade ago seemed far apart. Thus, he chose to believe that there was some rational explanation for his father's deeds.

Taking to his duties as prince quite seriously, he chose to impose the same standards he had placed upon himself onto other people. He gained quite the nasty tongue for people he viewed as incompetent and would have many choice words for those he felt were shirking their obligations. Making sure to practice what he preached, he made sure to work nearly twice as hard as he expected others to do.

Of course, any good crown prince would have to listen to the needs of his people. Out of obligation more than anything else, the boy spoke to any servant he could get his hands on and listened carefully to their lives. This act brought him insight on the lives of all the people who served him. Some came from poor backgrounds and came to work directly for the king to provide for their families. Others came under pure devotion to their country, seeking nothing more than a chance to assist their liege directly. These stories made him swear to protect all the citizens of his homeland out of genuine concern and empathy, not just because it was essentially his job. His goal was to become adept with a sword by the age of 15 and directly start fighting bandits on his own, making sure no one under his watch was harmed.

Despite his lack of any magical talent, he also trained with staves under the guidance of local Gerhardian priests and bishops. If he ever failed to fight, the best thing he could do was heal. While he eventually learned to use them, most of the more complex staves still evade his understanding.

This dream would soon come tumbling down. At the mere age of twelve, Estrelia attacked Gerhard in an unprovoked assault. The reason for this was obvious to everyone. Lives were to be taken from them due to the petty grudge between the now princess Ariana and king Darius. The king had taken offense that his daughter had been thrown to the sidelines so easily, but was hesitant to attack. That is, until he came into contact with a certain church...

Gerhard's knights were preoccupied with increasing reports of attacks on small villages, all but the children being burnt to the ground. The castle's defenses were easily overcome. Not even the king himself survived the onslaught. Only the holy blade Tyfring and the prince himself were spare calamity. Both were taken by Estrelia.

Filled with a chaotic mix of fear, sadness, and anger, the young prince awaits whatever trials are in store for him behind bars in Estrelia's prison.

Cynder's Adventure Map

I'd be interested in doing the Fire Emblem RPs! It, by far, has some of the most potential for horror, especially if you look at some of the past games in the series. But if you have some other plot you're particularly interested, I'm down for about anything.

Any fellow Fire Emblem Fans out there?

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