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Dark Storm | Fire Emblem Awakening

Ok, ao here is my theory.

Dragon and Coyote are already making support conversations.

Dark Storm | Fire Emblem Awakening

TwilightDragon said
I have one ship and that is the one that Coyote pointed out first.

So you would ship your character with Coyotes? Ok then.

*Comes up with a theory*

Dark Storm | Fire Emblem Awakening

I swear, if you ship Vass/Gran with anyone.... There might be something wrong with your logic xD

Dangan Ronpa: In Despair, We Trust

BioHazard said
No rush, take your time.

For some reason I took this as a stupid pun of sorts.

Dark Storm | Fire Emblem Awakening

I wonder how many people Coyote has already shipped.

Dark Storm | Fire Emblem Awakening

-Vass/Gran-
The brunette mage in white garb made his way with the Blades to Ylisstol. He wasn't as bruised up as some of the others, nor was he as tired. Being a part of the Grimleal and their harsh training regiments had taught him many ways to keep your head connected to your body. He thought of the group as nothing but bumbling fools that just got in the way of their plans. Despite the fact that he wanted to just slaughter them on the spot, they could probably handle the Mage due to their numbers. He had to wait for the letter to return, and he had to try to trick the tactician into going along with it.

As he looked around the solemn area, he kept his pace with the others. They were a strange bunch to be considered a huge threat to their cause, but they could end up like the Shepards. The Shepards... They shouldn't of won that battle... They should of just rolled over and die, but someone changed something. Vass felt it was a fluke that they won, an ill fated victory. He shook his head at that thought, and continued on, keeping his little act up. Vass felt it wouldn't be long until this group would fall, and that he would soon move onto another. As he contemplated, he eventually reached with Ylisstol with the others.

He chuckled at the man's comment, as he was one of the few who wasn't even tired from the journey, despite the conditions. It was funny how he expected better of these troops, despite the fact that they wern't trained as well as conditioned battle veterans. He needed to make sure they stayed that way long enough for him to get the plan moving in motion. All he needed was that letter from the Grimleals tactician, and all was good. "(Such foolish people, letting strangers into their group... They're kind of like the others... Anyways, better go get some food as soon as I can... I don't want to starve myself.)"

Before he could say anything, he watched as a young girl rushed off from the group, trying to possibly find food. "(What an airhead,)" he thought to himself as he made his way to the tactician. "Sir, where do you expect us to meet up once we have all filled our stomachs, and once we are finished with recruiting," 'Gran' asked the leader of this rag tag group.

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-Laciel-
It was a few hours before sunrise, and strange loud grunts could be heard in the forest at the moment. A young man could be seen training near a smolder pile that was once a fire pit. The man was slicing at what seemed to be an invisible enemy, trying to destroy the man. The grunts grew louder, and evolved into a screech as the man seemingly finished off his invisible persecutor. ".... That's enough training for now," the man mumbled to himslf, as he looked up through the leaves obscuring his view of the sky. The man sheathed his gleaming blade, which had the words L.D. carved on the hilt of the Brave Sword. "I've got a lot a lot of ground to cover to get to find the Sacred Blades... Better hurry up before they scurry off again, somewhere else," the man sighed, smiling to himself.

The man ran as fast as he could, despite the hindrance of the two blades and a tough stick he found while traveling. It had a sharp point to it, and the sides almost protruded out, forming a sort of hilt. The next was a common sword, which was partly dull to a point, but could still be considered of some use to him. And the last was a special item that was close to him - his mother's blade. He had found it a few years back, and recognized it by the carving of L.D. on it. It was the only remanents of his deceased family that he had, and he cared for it as if it was almost a real person.

The man's mission was unknown to those out of earshot, but if you got close you could hear him mumbling something softly to himself. This was his resolve, and he would not stop until his mission was complete or until he was lying in a pile of his own blood. "Find the Sacred Blades and pledge to join their cause," the man mumbled as he let the wind pass him. "(Find them in Ylisstol... Lets hope that man's rumor was right.)"

As he ran, many thoughts lingered on his mind, including his departure from the Grimleal. He remembered as he tried to kill him, before just letting him go. However, that wasn't the part of the memory that clinged to his mind. "(Grima will rise again, and will devour the world! Those Shepards should of never won, for there is only one truth! You cannot defy the truth!)" He shuddered has the awful memories of the Grimleals training came back, but he shrugged it off, and continued thinking positively as he traveled.

Dangan Ronpa: In Despair, We Trust

-Samuel Gray : Cleopatra- MKC:0
Samuel was absolutely stunned by Cleos statement, and was just plain speechless. He couldn't deny what she was saying was the absolute truth, but he was afraid to admit it. "Wha... What?" Sams mouth was agape, as he leaned on her words. "..... Cleo, that..." Sam just cutted off mid-sentence and stared at the floor. Was he that easy to read to her? "(... Is absolutely right. I am hurt by someone... But.)" Sam watched as she put her hand to his chest, but he didn't say anything. He just let her continue on, and he let himself continue on in his own conscienceness.

"That's..." Why didn't these painful memories go away? Why did they have to keep clinging on, always being a constant reminder to him about his own mistakes. He didn't know if it was a ruse or if she was being honest, but she did strike something, because he was acting a lot different than usual after her remarks. It was because of that memory, playing over and over again like a broken record. He wanted it to be gone, but the mark he left was permanent. Why did the blasted bloodied broken record stay? "That's... Right," he finally uttered.

Dark Storm | Fire Emblem Awakening

Well, here's my second app then.

Username: Savo
Name: Gran Veular (Vass Daelam)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Birthday/Zodiac:February 5/Aquarius
Allegiance: Sacred Blades (Grimleal)
Class: (Dark) Mage -> Sage (Sorcerer)

Appearance and Clothing:http://s276.photobucket.com/user/joyrock_dragon/media/AnimeMaleMage.jpg.html
Him in his usual attire. He is just as tall as his younger brother.

http://s279.photobucket.com/user/goldn_scales/media/Anime/Mage-2.jpg.html
His disguise. He makes himself look like a good guy mage with this attire.

Weapons: Arcfire, Arcwind, Waste

Personality: A once chivalrous brother has degraded to nothing but a mere shell of himself. He is deceptive, cruel, and malicious due to the mind alteration he went through. Due to the training, he has become a sadistic killing machine who will show no mercy to the ones he hates. His mentality is twisted to the point where he could be considered borderline insane. He does seem to show lots of sympathy and love for Grima and his followers though. In fact, he isn't twisted around them, probably because he himself became twisted by those same twisted people. Anyone who denies the truth will be painfully executed mentally or physically by him. In a nutshell, this guy is a zealous nutcase.

However, this is only when he is Vass... Gran, on the other hand...

Backstory: His backstory is kind of like his brothers backstory, except with a few minor differences.

Vass was born to a traveling group of mercenaries, and lived with each of them. One day his brother was born, and that was the start of a soon to be rivalry. When they were older, they often competed with each other in different things, like sword fighting, magic, and all that good stuff. Vass exceled in magic, but he lacked the skill to use the sword. His brother on the other hand exceled in sword fighting, and was a mediocre magician.

One day, Grimleal stuff happened, kidnapping, sadness, and yeah. Its that one part in Laciels backstory. Only difference is, that he was too shocked to do anything, and just stood there with his mouth agape.

The same training happened with him, his brother, and the others. He was one of the many who had their mind warped, but didn't realize his brother was faking the whole thing. This hollow illusion was broken when his brother told him about what he was going to do. Vass would of followed after his fleeing brother, but he had strict orders to stay with the group. Angered at his brother for 'treason' he vowed to make him suffer one day.

Over the years, he continued training under the Grimleal, becoming one of their best assassins who took care of groups who would often be considered a threat to their cause. The Sacred Blades group has come to his attention, and he has recently joined the group under the guise of Gran Vuelar. His mission is to relay info back to a scout where they will put this information to destroying them to use. He isn't expecting that his brother might join the group, so he isn't worrying about him for the mean time. However, his brother is a high risk target to him if he finds out who he really is and exposes his intentions.

Ability: A great magic wielder, and an amazing liar. He can easily breathe out a believable lie without using any energy.

Quirk: He enjoys puppeting fire around to make it almost like a show.

Strengths: Great actor, skilled magic user, and unpredictable.

Weaknesses: Cocky, easily angered when nothing goes as planned, and he can become obsessive over almost anything.

Likes: The Grimleal, butterflies, herbal tea, learning new spells for... obvious reasons, and sweet food.

Dislikes: His brother, Naga, traitors, chickens (the animal), and spicy food.

Other: Fake: "It's all over for you, enemy/coward/vermin/fool!"

Real: "There is only one truth!"

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Username: Savo
Name: Laciel Daelam
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthday/Zodiac: August 1/Leo
Allegiance: Sacred Blades (used to be Other)
Class: [Mercenary] -> Hero -> Dread Fighter

Appearence and Clothing:

This is what he looks like. This is also technically his Mercenary class getup. He is 6'3".


Hero getup. He doesn't look like that though


Dread Fighter getup. Remember, the mercenary attire picture has his real face.

Weapons: Paragon (Reforged Brave Sword, don't expect him to use it much), Iron Sword, Poking Stick (Reforged Tree Branch).

Personality: Laciel is a laid back individual, and rarely jumps to fighting unless it is completely necessary. This leads him to often being called lazy by others, but that isn't necessarily true. He has worked hard almost every day on his travels, honing his skills. He is very level headed in situations where he is pressured, and rarely gets angry. Often when he does, it's usually for a few seconds, because what's anger going to help him with?

He is pretty friendly to those around him, and is one of the more modest blades. Laciel also can lend a helping hand to almost anyone, and tries to come up with a good solution. He is also a very strong-willed person, qnd very rarely gives in to any type of temptation.

Backstory: Laciel was born into a family of traveling mercenaries who traveled throughout the lands. He had an older brother named Vass, who often tried to outplay him in many different things, but often he lost to his younger brother. He was born to two Ylissian parents - man of magic, and woman of the blade, and these two tought him how to live his life. They taught him and his brother to have a strong resolve, and enjoy their lives. The family he has traveled with his whole life has shared hardships, happiness, and sadness, however one event would soon leave a permanent scar on his life.

One day, the pack of mercenaries was sent to take care of a few bandits lingering near the borders of Ylisse and Plegia. Little did the group know that this was a trap set up by the Grimleal to separate them both, and weaken a part of the group. As half of the group headed out to deal with the "bandits," the other group stayed behind to take care of the others due to there being children in the group (other than Laciel and Vass). The Grimleal sought to turn many of these children over to their side, gaining more allies in the future. They striked quickly, slaughtering the adults, and kidnapping the children. Laciel could only watch in horror as his only mother and father were slaughtered before him, and he was quickly taken away by the Grimleal at the age of 12.

He endured the Grimleals attempts to "fix" him, and often faked being turned over to their side to avoid being killed. Laciel was one of the few who resisted their mind altering magic, however his brother was not one of the few. Laciel continued being trained in the many arts of the Grimleal, and sought a way out of the volatile group. After biding his time for 4 years, he eventually found the chance to escape, and fled. His brother was angered with his brothers decision, and vowed to one day find and slaughter his treasonous brother.

The years past by as the young man continued traveling, training, and even doing a job or two to earn himself a bit of pay. He was often charitous to others, and often assisted other travelers with their problems. After wandering throughout the land, he eventually heard of the Sacred Blades mercenary group. He wasn't interested at first, but he remembered his mother's saying. "We are a band of misfits with no home. We care for each other, we suffer with each other, and we never give in to adversity. We will live, breathe, and die together, as a family... Thats what it means to be in a mercenary group." He was overcome by sadness, and decided to live by his mothers memory and find this group.

Ability: An amazing swordplayer, and magic user (later in the story). He can also sing any song blissfully in any octave.

Quirk: He is considered to be one of the best singers in the land.

Strengths: Great sword fighter and magic fighter(once he remembers how to use magic), very friendly to others, and is very patient.

Weaknesses: Very overprotective, curious, and an outright horrible liar.

Likes: Spicy food, gaining knowledge, others (except for the Grimleal), his family, and training.

Dislikes: Sour food, no resolve, the Grimleal, spiders, and uptight people.

Other: I couldn't think of a good one at the moment, so I might of stole one of the Avatars critical hit comments. If you want me to change it, I'll do it. I'll try and come up with a good one on my next character.

"Time to tip the scales!"

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