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[Interest Check] Fire Emblem RP?

Indeed. I haven't finished the entire game though, ugh. I have yet to get to it, unfortunately. x.x I hope that isn't an issue, and it doesn't take away from the eagerness I have for this RP in the slightest. Will we be using any characters from the main storyline? Or their past/future forms if not in the same timeline? Or will all the characters be custom-made, along with NPCs? And should we keep the class-upgrades the same as Awakening has? For example, Pegasus Knights can become Dark Fliers or Falcon Knights? But also can become anything else with a Second Seal?
So many mechanics to work out, eep!

[Interest Check] Fire Emblem RP?

How very interesting...heh.
Do you have a particular storyline or situation in mind? The possibilities with this are limitless, and I'm afraid the beginning note remains very vague! :c But if it's along the Fire Emblem line, especially Awakening, you've got me hooked already, haha! Would love to hear your thoughts soon. Maybe we can get more people and have this kick up speed in no time.

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A handful of seconds passed, perhaps a minute, maybe two at most. The elven woman in the chair with her head in her hands sat a little more straight and breathed a little sigh before clear blue eyes met the world again, curious, playful as they most usually were. They met those of the elven man from earlier, and she'd told by the shape of his ears and how his facial features echoed a definite elven bloodline. She gave him an innocent wave with a little blush and a smile just after, before straightening herself out and adjusting her green cloak around her neck a little, pulling her hair free from its lavender tie and allowing it to cascade down her shoulders to her mid-back, straight, shiny blonde locks. Trying to give your best impression for a second time would need all the physical charm one could put into it, and she had no idea what the elven man's name was either, though his deep blue eyes definitely left her reeling.
"I...suppose I would like to join this guild, please. Sir, and..." her eyes fell on the stunned-seeming dwarven woman who seemed to be murmuring something under her breath at the hot-blooded youth that was now stalking down a hallway, and she bowed her head to her and even got on a knee, as elven custom was to someone you respect.
"You give out quests, my lady? You...must be the guildmistress. It's an honour to meet you. My name is Freija Kiraiian, of the Kiraiian bloodline, and I'd be honoured if I was to be able to join your guild. For the thrill of adventure, and for the experience it will provide me to mature as an explorer, a healer or tactician, and most of all, a person, to grow into a stronger woman with more under her belt and able to provide more to the world overall."

"Well then. Welcome to Aerenthis, miss Kiraiian. I think it would be a pleasure having and being able to train a healer of your abilities." The dwarf smiled and even gave the girl, who rose to her feet from her position with two fingers to her lips in respect still. "It's strange where our resident nurse has gone to, today, however. I most certainly will have to find out why she's been slacking. Adrian over here is my right-hand man, and it actually is his job to give out quests. You report to him once you choose to take one so he can tell the others who'd like to take it, or know where you are if help needs to be sent." she gestured to the elf, who smiled through brown curtains falling down and hiding his own eyes, which made Freija run another hand through her bangs self-consciously.
"Thank you, ma'am. Miss...uh. Guildmistress..um."
"Ivanna, child."
"It is an honour, Guildmistress Ivanna,"

Her exchange with the two remained short, and all the while she had a nagging feeling. They got past formalities and agreed to register her after breakfast, which already had been served by now. Most of the guild remained oblivious to the victim who showed up at the door, going about their own business as such. Freija requested, nervously, to go and attend to Spirit who had been waiting at the station post outside. She was restless without him whenever she knew he was around, and not in a particularly appropriate place. Granted permission, she thanked the two, and proceeded to the main gate in order to move the horse to a stable box he'd been assigned to, which would mean walking him around back to the courtyard and the fields beyond.

On the way, she happened to find herself walking behind the two from earlier, the young man and the mysterious woman, and she loomed close behind, trying to make herself as unnoticeable as possible, though her curiosity got the better of her as always and she found her sensitive ears twitching, dying for some gossip, and leaving her eavesdropping as subtly as she could, with her head lowered, in all respect, should they turn back and notice her.
Who are these people, I wonder. And I wonder if the man can help me out, being new at this guild. Though that means I'll have to be nice to him. And quite frankly, he's quite uncouth, himself.
But the woman is new. She seems strange. She gives off an aura, must be magical to a degree because it's not as strong as a usual elf but I can detect traces of the elven signature there. She must be a half-breed, elf and some other race. I think she's a human.
He most certainly has no magical aura about him. Not even the kind humans can cultivate. So I'm assuming he's useless without his playthings. Interesting.
Very, very interesting.

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"Wh...what!" the blonde turned on her heel at the mention of a healer being called, even from inside the building now, and had to bow her apologies to the remaining of the officials before hesitating, and throwing them (well, the dwarven lady, anyway) one last glance, cursing herself under her breath and making her way into the building, following their trail down to the infirmary. It didn't take her too long to get there. Just follow a path, how hard could it have been? Though she never would have found it otherwise, if she was all by her lonesome. The man with the half-elf in his arms definitely had some knowledge of the place. Strange.
She burst through and stood at the door, panting, with her bangs falling in her eyes which shone with adrenaline and excitement, as her chest rose and fall with the breaths she took. "I heard shouting for a healer, and wanted to ask which son of a gun thought he could talk to me the way he did."
She shot a glance to the man standing by the elf, and growled, as much as possible, under her breath, before pinching the bridge of her nose and taking a deep breath before effortlessly gliding right past, nose stuck in the air and not even giving him a second thought, to the woman on the bed. She looked her over from head to toe and sighed at noticing all the little cuts and bruises, indeed wondering how someone could have gotten themselves into this case. She actually leaned forward to brush some stray strands of hair out of the patient's eyes to get a better look at her face, and clicked her tongue against the side of her cheek knowingly at the little trail of blood that ran down her cheek, even reaching with a thumb and gingerly wiping some off. "I see. I wonder how you got yourself into this mess, miss. But I'll fix you right up."
And indeed she did. Forgetting the use of magic for now, the first thing she did was to grab the tweezers and dislodge any bits of debris that had found themselves in any of the half-elf's wounds, and then tend to the cuts still bleeding, and applying pressure in the areas where needed, whilst keeping a cloth she'd grabbed and cleaned with water then wrung out from somewhere ever present and dabbing at the blood as it poured out of the places where pressure was applied. Before cleaning anything with the alcohol present, one would have to make sure the cuts stopped bleeding. And that, unfortunately, took her a while to tend to them all. She liked working by herself, and even had waved the others aside, the elf and the human who both looked quite lost.
"Where is this guild's damned healer? If not here, then they're doing a pretty bad job." she mumbled under her breath. Thankfully to her magic, she could finish up faster than normally applying pressure to all the wounds, and then proceeded to dab at with some more cloth and alcohol, breathing a tiny warning of "It'll sting." just prior and bracing herself for any outbursts the girl might have. "It'll sting, but you'll be fine. An infection however will most definitely kill you."
The wounds later had to be closed up again, and here's where the elven woman stood away from the body and shut her eyes, hands in front of her and concentration apparent on her face as her thin brow furrowed and she even hummed something soft under her breath, and with the power of thought and the murmur of something, almost like a spell but not quite under her breath, her hands made weaving movements and the wounds, ever so slowly, began to come together again and shut and seal, like stitches would have done. This was one of the easiest things an injury would call for. Healing a broken or dislocated bone, now, that was one of the definite hardest. And perhaps most painful to both her and the patient.
Though in due time, the elven woman was finished, and slumped into a nearby waiting chair with her head in her hands and a little groan, having pushed past the men in the room to get some air. She was prone to dizzy spells, and magic left her the tiniest bit woozy every time she'd applied it. It took training and clearing of her mind to get rid of the spell, which she did sit and do in said chair, even if for a couple of seconds.
It was only then she noticed the ferret still around her neck, and decided to reach out and put him down so he could find his way to the stretcher and scurry right up a leg should he want to see his mistress, with nothing more than a little smile and tired eyes, quickly regaining their clear shine though.
She said nothing to the men in the room, for she was in that state and had no need. They were busy checking on the half-elf's healing anyway. That was good. She should be taken care of. Surprisingly, the only cut she'd forgotten to tend to was the puncture in her bottom lip, out of sheer loss of focus and thinking she was finished way before, though if need be, she'd tend to it soon enough.

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The man coming over didn't frighten Freija, and even as he commanded the others to move she held her ground. It didn't seem like it was directed to her, anyway, so she just looked the half-elf on the ground over, same as the man on the opposite end. "It's good they're okay. I'm actually a healer-" she began, but the voices of the people around her drowned hers out and it made her clench her fist with a little pout, albeit determined. She repeated out loud, "I'm actually a healer, so if you'd let me take a good look at her..." but it was too late and the man carrying the woman beneath her was already gone.
During this, she'd been startled by the pet ferret scrambling up her body, and though she flinched, she quickly took to soothing the animal with gentle words and even phrases in the elven tongue, almost like incantations though they most certainly weren't. She stroked over the white fur before getting to her feet and sighing as she watched the man hurry away with the woman in her arms, hoping that they were competent enough to even deal with her wounds. When they'd turned her around, she looked pretty damn severe.
"Hey, little guy. It's all okay." she cooed some more as she went back to a surprised horse. She even left a kiss on the stallion's muzzle, with a white star-shaped cut and nuzzled into his neck a little before taking him by the reign. He stood a good foot and a half or more taller than her with his head raised high so she had to put in some effort to do so. Regardless, she had one hand on the frightened ferret and the other on the reigns, quickly binding them at the opportunity she got to a post with a trough of water just beneath it, a station post for horses as it were, and fastening the reigns around the bar and giving Spirit a reassuring nod before stepping away from him and to the two people still dazed and standing there, and with the badges they wore, assuming they were important. "Excuse me, could you lead me to the master of this guild? I'd like to enroll myself as part of it, please, and was wondering for requirements, and rules, and...ah. Apologies, sincerely."

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The sun crept through the sky as lazily as Spirit's walking was towards where his mistress led. "C'mon, it's not very far" she clicked encouragingly and stroked his neck a little, though he was stubborn if anything and refused to move any faster, which drew a sigh from the girl's lips, coral and speaking of life in the warm morning air. She loved the sun, and its warmth, and being outside in general and it was her favourite part about being born and raised in a trading town. She'd often accompany family on trips to the store, but that would be about it, before she was locked up again and immersed in her studies. She studied pretty hard, as was expected of most, if not all elves. And she was no different. No, Freija was definitely no exception.

Though in one thing, she did differ from her family,and most of her siblings, and that was her lust for adventure. The only other person she'd thought who even came close to mirroring her in that fact was her older brother, Daeron, one of two. When they were little, they'd often joke and laugh about running away into the woods with Spirit to start their own adventure. And she thought of him as she made her way, past cobblestone and dirt and sand and whatever else led her to the guild, and it made her glow with the warmth, now inside as well as out. Her brother's image and voice played in her mind, and how he used to taunt and tease her about being too soft for adventure, and how his hair and eyes, matching hers down to the very last strand though his was definitely shorter, messy and ending a little above his shoulders, would light up in laughter when he played with her. Her brother would almost be her most favourite person in the whole world, if she were to have one. He was everything she wanted to be, within adventure as well as without.

Whilst she was lost in daydreaming how it'd be like if he could come with her, were he not doing as their parents' bidding and being the middle son of the children, learning the ways of the trade and getting prepared to be married off at his 19 years of human age as well as her oldest brother and his 22, she hadn't noticed just how close the guild was, and was surprised when the gate manifested itself off in the distance. She grabbed the horse's reigns a little tighter and nervousness was evident for about a split-second in her voice, though quickly dispelled, "There it is, Spirit! I...we have to get there. I hope we're not late, I really don't."
They'd been going a little bit, for her parents lived on the other side of town, further away from the guild, and had to make their way through crowded streets, as busy as always in the morning, and that's what took her as long. It was chaotic to a degree, walking through with a horse. You'd think they'd organised some sort of system for those on horseback but alas, though even their guard was equipped with the finest weapons from the finest smithy and the finest eyes that side of the region, they still couldn't see a way to make it easier and less traumatic for the animals and people alike.

It would save a surprising amount of trouble. Heh, would give them less jobs to do and an easier time being rendered redundant, though, too.

Regardless, she pressed on, picking up a bit of speed on a light trot on her horse as they walked past trees hanging down as if to meet them on the path they trod on, with her hands gripping the reigns ever firmer, and firmer still. She tossed her head back and freed the hood of the dark green cloak she'd been wearing from her head and to pool at the nape of her neck, letting her light hair catch the light and finally be able to sway in the breeze like she liked best, though tied back in a high ponytail as it usually ended up being. She adjusted her bangs with a quick swipe through, and urged Spirit faster, and since it took a little bit to get him out of his morning daze every morning, she had to even give him more than the usual number of gentle kicking to get him to move. Drafting horses were built to carry weight, and he had no problem with that, but they weren't built for speed in particular, or to be particularly responsive early in the morning, Freija was coming to find out.

Her heart leapt when the gate approached, its iron designs and the path beyond, and she arched her back and stuck her chest out proud as they walked past, like the noble she'd wished to be for quite a while. It was often her daydreaming she was the commander of some ranks, on her high horse, riding past for all to admire. Though it didn't take long before she was stopped dead in her tracks and had to pull back the reigns. A figure lay at the entrance of the guild, collapsed on the floor and not moving very much either, and it worried her seeing someone look so...collapsed. It didn't even look like a person with all the clothing it wore, and she had no idea what race or even if it was still moving, but a big lump covered in a dark trench-coat was not in the ordinary, and her curiosity got the better of her, and she did decide to check it out.

Spirit wasn't un-used to his mistress just randomly choosing to dismount wherever and whenever, because even when she was learning to ride she did several times for no apparent reason and though it bothered him, he'd gotten used to it, so he held still as always and received a loving cuddle from her as she approached the body on foot, reigns in hand though and guiding the stallion closer. He was at least 17 hands high, as most Clydesdale tend to be, and equally as heavy, but she had little worry about where his feathered hooves landed. He was careful, and there was a certain bond between them. He knew when to stop, or go, just by how her body tensed. They'd been together for the better part of his life, after all.

Freija stopped just before the figure on the ground, kneeling over and nudging it with her hand, and then pushing it slightly, with a voice soft and worried to a degree, though a definite childlike curiosity came through as well. "Hey....hey, are you...alive? Are you...okay?"

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Aurum town, built some centuries ago, now grows and thrives as a trading town with its location being prime to its purpose: situated just on the edge of a water body that brings in ships with goods and eager traders. Also connected to the mainland, and located near other to-note destinations makes the town no small place. A city in its size, though perhaps not recognised yet, the town brings together many races in its cultural centre, and they have learnt to come to accepting terms of each other for the most part, despite the occasional disagreement. With resources like forests and caves littered across in the vicinity that tempt the residents to come and take, bountiful and benevolent as the gods they serve, it's no wonder it's so popular and 'hip' in its time.
But our story isn't set in this town. Just a little bit away, really.
Not too far away from this happy, bustling little trade-town lies a mighty guild, welcoming to all those who set eyes on the intricate iron gates, ever open, ever warm. The mosaic path beyond leading to the building is to be admired: creams and blues and burnt siennas lighting up the area and glinting when they catch the sun's light. Forests nearby keep the guild under the coverage it needs to be safe, and to provide its members with some challenge. Some adventure, as it were. Caves can be a particular favourite.
Though there comes an occasion where a team is sent far off, outside their comfort zone, to explore what we call a 'dungeon', or a 'labyrinth'. Obviously open to any fool who wishes to try, newbies are sent to the guildmaster's particular favourite to show off their skills, and complete her request. With her eyes and ears ever present in the walls, she learns of the ability of the team, as to set them challenges in the future that they'll rise to.
Our story is set here, in this guild, with some very unlikely people. With some very unexpected fates. Destined to meet in a very unexpected place, and continue to venture into places forth that their greatest dreams and desires could never have imagined.
Aerenthis awaits.

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Wake up call: 8-8:30 AM (most people don't get up unless there's a horn blaring for several minutes unfortunately)

Breakfast: Served at 9 AM sharp, and can go on to 11 AM. Daily announcements made here and in this time notices are put on notice boards for guild-members to see.

Lunch: Served at 1 PM, and can go on to 3 PM. Not a mandatory meal for most explorers as they can find their own lunch whilst out, but for anyone still at the guild a hot meal remains ever ready.

Dinner: Served at 7 PM, and can go on to 9 PM. This is to ensure that everyone returning home gets a proper meal before a good night's sleep. Second most important meal of the day. (Best food served at this time, in Guildmistress Ivanna's opinion!)

Lights Out: 11:30 PM, to ensure all guild-members get a good night's sleep of about 8 and a half hours. Whatever you choose to do outside of 'lights out' is your own responsibility. But if you bother anyone else's sleep, rest assured, here are consequences.

Rules and timings are set to keep guild-members as safe as possible, and make sure they're cared for.

A fraction of any money earned as rewards for tasks completed for the townpeople goes to the guild, obviously. Most items are allowed to be kept by the guild-members, though.

A storage account can be started at Aurum Town (barely a 7 minute walk away, and a 3 minute ride on horseback) under the name or account of a party registered with the guild, to store any items that cannot be kept in the inventory, or cannot be kept in quarters at the guild. Money can also be stored for safe-keeping, in case of being robbed in an exploration, a dungeon, or just generally.

With two floors above ground, top and main floor mostly for dorms and such, and two floors below the ground and a courtyard that extends behind the guild also containing about 20 or so stable boxes and designated areas for riding, including a path leading off into the wood, it's a pretty big place. Mess hall located on the bottom-most floor, and the guildmistress' office located on the main floor. Notice boards with jobs will be posted on all floors except the top-most, with different job descriptions and requirements and requests. The notice board on the top floor would be reserved for the guild-members, and any personal messages or things they'd like to post up there, as in lost item reports, love-letters, organised events for the guild, etc.
Teaching would take place on the first floor underground of the guild, as a couple of qualified individuals wait, and along with their duties to the guild, happily share their knowledge and school anyone interested. We currently have teachers for hand-to-hand combat, weapons up-close and personal like swordplay, or the use of lances or axes, archery/ranged weapon and how to develop skills with them, different magics, general literature (for those who might not know how to read and write), and some language teachers of different tongues, if you were to venture deep into the hearts of other regions, where the influence of the humans and their 'english language' wasn't as widespread.

Housing in the guild generally has a room for four people, and berths are pretty simple, with rooms being homey more than anything else with tall windows to the outside world and orange/cream internal decor. Each individual would have a chest to keep their belongings in, in the decently sized room, and a main, larger chest for other things like bedsheets and just essentials. Minimal decor, some tables, and attached restrooms with mirrors and running water (thank the guild being located along the line of that water body for the fresh water).

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"Good morning, miss." came a warm voice from somewhere behind a little lady glancing out of a tall window outside. She seemed lost in thought, and had to be nudged before she responded to the elven man behind her, and then she smiled a warm smile and waved her hand dismissively up at him.
“I’m fine, Adrian. Just watching the morning sun rise as always, and offering it my prayers. I have a feeling something’s going to happen today. Something new.” She beamed, and glowed even more radiant with the light hitting her face. For her thirty-two years, this dwarven woman had kept herself well in shape with her skin glowing to date even without the sun.
“Miss Ivanna, I know, but you say that every day.” The elven man, Adrian, shrugged with a laugh, and an affectionate glance over at her. He even ruffled her hair a little, though she was a good foot and a half shorter than his 6’1. “We’ll see, as every day, shall we?”
“You’re such a tease. Whippersnapper.” The older woman faked an overdramatic sigh before giving him a smile, almost playful now. “Come. It’s almost time for breakfast, isn’t it?”
“You’re quite right, as always, Guildmistress.”
“Good. Then come. We’ll see what the day brings over a nice breakfast, of bread and fruit, as I expect no fresh meat has been bought or hunted for the day.” She looked almost a little saddened. One of her favourite meals was roast lamb, but that would be quite inappropriate at the time, being 8:45 in the morning. Breakfast was at 9, and usually went on to 11, and lunch was served at 1 PM, and went on to 3. Dinner in the evening was at 7, and went on to 9, and ‘lights out’ (officially, anyway) would be at 11:30.
“Of course. Don’t fret though, we’ll have some by the afternoon. For now, let us leave.” His blue eyes shone with turquoise specks from the light pouring through the window, as he put a hand on the shorter woman’s shoulder and led her off to the cafeteria, after a brief stop at her office of course to see what adventures were available, and requests had been made by the nearby townspeople on that day.
One that would prove to be fateful indeed.

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Name: Freija Fey Kiraiian (Of the Kiraiian bloodline)

Gender: Female

Age: 17 (human years)

Race: Elven

Height: 5’6”

Hair colour: Strawberry blonde

Eye colour: Light blue

General Appearance: The first thing you’d notice about Freija would be her hair, if you weren’t looking her right in the face. A light strawberry blonde, her hair falls (more bounces, really, with the health and life it contains, almost a feature of most men and women of the Kiraiian blood) to her mid back and is poker-straight for the most part, though the ends of odd strands tend to fall in curls. Razor-slashed bangs fall over her left eye and she usually has to pin them back when she works. Her eyes, for that matter, are clear and the slightest blue, not to the point of being icy however. They contrast with her hair, but not with her skin, which remains pale. If you’d notice, she actually has an intricate floral design running down her temple, all the way down the right side of her body, to her ankles, like a birthmark in a tan peach/rose colour that looks natural against the colour of her skin. She stands at 5’6 and is built delicate like most elves, to the point of being almost light and weightless when she moves, and aids her in getting away should the situation call.
Her attire mainly consists of flowing gowns on special occasions, though she’s found in breeches and riding boots and not-as-dressy tunics for everyday use with her hair tied back in a ponytail with a roll of lavender ribbon she always seems to carry.

Personality: Lively doesn’t even begin to describe Freija. She’s bouncy, flirty, and her pride can get the better of her more often than not. A definite people person, she goes at every opportunity to make contact with anyone and everyone, verbally or otherwise. She could be considered friendly, but that’s just how she likes it to be. For herself to be easily approachable.
Not as superficially, she runs pretty deep with emotions and has the ability to empathise should need require, though her patience can tend to be short if someone doesn’t take heed of what she’s saying. Essential qualities in a healer: To be able to understand the pain, need and want of the patients she’s presented. A love for animals, especially the horse she owns.
Her downfalls would happen to be the worldly flaws of everyone else. She’s incredibly envious though she’d never admit it, and smile and laugh though backbiting’s another sin befalling her. Her pride comes into play as well and she can end up being the slightest bit narcissistic when not careful. She’s greedy if presented something, and if she favours it, will thirst for more and do whatever to get it in her power.
(More to come when I’m less tired ahahaha)

History/Backstory: Freija had nothing to complain about growing up. Nothing of note, anyway. Her family came to the town and through business there, grew closer to the humans, dwarves and other races that inhabited it and drew out of their shells soon enough. The only time she’d ever remembered being scarred was when a relative was killed off by a more animalistic race over some dispute she thought was utterly petty when the news had reached her. Though she wasn’t the closest to them, she still grew frightened, and wary of said race. More than her parents, she spent her life learning from her aunt, a herbalist, who taught her everything she knows to date, but also leaving her quite a sheltered child because of the time she devoted to studies. Her over-eagerness for life outside her childhood comes from being cooped up for so long and craving and thirsting for the outside world, and hence fuels her charming disposition and ability to befriend most anyone willing to give her a try.
Unfortunately, this leaves her very, very naïve, even as a young adult she’s coming to be, and quite the ‘damsel in distress’ in most situations.
The reason for her coming to the guild was simple, though perhaps not one her parents particularly agreed with. She wanted, as always, to taste more of the outside world. To explore the different areas of the region and live out 'the dream' of every teenager with a wandering heart and spirit at that age.

Abilities (No OP, please!): Skilled at equestrian sport and an archer best fit on horseback, though her main powers lie with her healing abilities and so knowledge of what herbs do what, and archery was taken up more in self defense. Magic is included in her healing though barely ever used by her if a herb can’t do the trick. Can perform basic damaging spells though she plans to work on those at the guild because they only wound, never enough. She’s absolutely useless with anything other than a bow and arrow, and would sooner end up hurting herself than anyone else if given a weapon to use.

Special Mentions(if any): Owns a drafting horse she calls Spirit. A black stallion of 6 who’s been with her for quite a long time now, and in the prime of his ‘career’. Parents got him for her as a present and they’ve been inseparable since.