Solace

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Renvall "Ren" Protego

Ren had scowled for the moment that Maize ruffled a hand through his shaggy hair, and looked on as the knight took to the center of the gathering. While they had been meant to travel rather lightly, armor remained as a valuable component to any soldier's equipment, taking note of the knight's variation; plate mail adorned the right side of the man's body from shoulderblade to boot, the thick layer of gambeson protruding along the cracks and lingering underneath of the crimson cape along his left side. The shield on his back would serve as his front line of defense and, through the flexibility of his left arm, an offensive counterpart.

Expected nothing less from the Dauntless, Ren thought to himself, setting his utensil aside as his liege lord instructed them with urgency. A gauntlet came up to readjust his hair, the other pushing the chair back into place and proceeding towards the palace entrance after Maize. For whatever reason, it had felt awfully quiet for a morning within Greymont Keep, although it was foolish to think that there would be a city-wide festival for their departure. Nobody was going to roll out the red carpet for a bunch of ragtag commoners, much less, a band of children dressed for a field trip.

From his memory, Port Sesta was a three day ride from Greymont on horseback with stops at the smaller towns, and sailing to Rozel would only half a day. Ren had been itching for a chance at sea once more, having grown quite jaded of the same continental landscape. Greymont Keep had been a breathtaking sight to behold upon his first arrival, the castle in the sky nested atop of the quaint elevation and the Walk of the Magi spread along the bustling inland lake towards the capital city.

"I will speak more of our focus as we ride," Ren could hear Maize's voice through the pleasantries of the morning speak, the waking sun's warmth hugging his face. His feet carried him to the Central Pavilion, where their retinue was gathering within the presence of the knight. Through the collection of horses, he could see his own steed trot in a coyness amongst her fellow breed.

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A short smile came upon Ren's expression as his fingers came up to his mouth, a sharp whistle produced between his lips as he called his horse. With a crest white as snow and a heart calm as the nightfall, she scuttled around the other horses, running her muzzle against his cheek as Ren laughed. "Here, Snowball," his hand affectionately stroked her forehead. With the final adjustments to the saddle, the squire took up his horse, setting his boots firmly within the stirrups and riding towards the gathering.

"Squire," Maize called out to Ren as he drew closer on horseback, the knight still adjusting his horse's saddle as he turned back for a moment. Staring down at the shorter boy as Ren dismounted from Snowball, he crossed his arms together, a serious look about his features before a casual smile wore on his face. "How's your mother?"

Ren was unsure of how to respond to the nature of the question, confusion spreading along his expression. "Renvall, correct?" the squire nodded in answer to the inquiry. "It has been some time since I last visited Lady Protego," the knight's laughter caused the boy's brow to rise. "Last spring, I believe."

"She is well," Ren answered the previous question in a simple manner, caught off guard once more by Maize's tendency of messing with his hair.

"That is fortunate to hear," the knight nodded, his eyes looking amongst the members of their caravan before returning to the squire. "Quite a legacy to inherit, boy," Maize commented. "We've all got to start somewhere, after all."

The mention of his mother's fame and the succession forced upon his shoulders irritated Ren quite so. Fortunately, the boy managed to calm his fury, taking the knight's word with a grain of salt.

Maize raised a watchful brow, almost reading him entirely. "Let us begin together then, shall we?" he could tell that the man's voice was one of honesty, watching as Maize raised a hand to gather the attention of the others. "We saddle in five minutes!"

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Reese Kestrel

@LordVoldemort @Aquanthe @Jinxer @HecateProxy @wolverbells

While it was amusing to watch as the two sprung from their beds in an alarming manner, Reese held an expression of concern as Gabriel seemed to react in a complicated manner, seeing that his jest had been in a bit of poor taste. Drawing a sigh, the boy dropped down from the top of the bunk, quickly tying the laces on his boots and storming out of the cabin. At the very least, the sun greeted him with warmth and a pleasant atmosphere. Exhaustion weighed heavily on the boy as he struggled in maintaining his smile, yawning loudly as he stretched his arms out.

"Man, I'm beat..." Reese complained, his hands wiping his face as he spotted the group of girls up ahead. "Morning, Lauren! Hey Mora, Jade," he greeted them as he strode past them, learning of their time constraint and picking up the pace towards the mess hall. When he walked through the doors, he jogged towards the table where Gabriel and Tanner sat, sitting across from them.

"Sorry, guys," Reese frowned with his apology, looking down at his cupped hands on the table. His eyes came up shortly after, sticking his tongue out at the despondent Gabriel. "But, hey, if you paid attention in our classes, you'd know that the sighting call is much different!"

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deeznuts

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Maize Bensen

"That would be Sir Maize to you."

Maize Bensen had opted to travel somewhat lightly for the assignment under the recommendation of the king. Donning only a few pieces of his plate mail and a gambeson underneath, he felt that his shield was the only necessary component of protection that he needed against a measly army of pirates. Though, the knight had learned early on that it was not a problem to prepare for the unexpected. His shield rested on his back, the scabbard to his blade attached to the left side of his belt. His crimson cape fluttered along his shield arm, concealing his throwing axe.

Patting the gauntlet down hard against the top of the squire's head, Maize surveyed each of the members of their group, finding it strange that there were more outsiders and many more children than he would have liked. "What is this, Erigan?" he thought, stepping towards the center of the dining table. A hand raised to cup his chin, thinking momentarily as he cleared his throat.

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"Morning, all," the knight silenced the wandering conversations in an authoritative tone, crossing his arms. "My name is Sir Maize Bensen, but call me Maize."

"I suppose that you're all here under the selection of His Majesty. I've been given the responsibility of managing and leading this mission."

There were more faces unrecognized than those that Maize knew of. Whether or not the prince knew about the knight, he had been present for the most of the boy's life from the moment that Eli Estali had been born into the world. Maize had never taken on any squires since his knighthood just over a decade before, and the son of Camellia Protego would be his first. Rhea was one who came under his own personal recommendation, although she would have volunteered, regardless of his word. Jauna Karystane was not exactly the fondest of sights for the knight to behold; her father had been his enemy during the pointless war fifteen years ago, and her choice of attire was more than enough for Maize to know that he would have to babysit the lot of them.

"We must be on our way now if we wish to arrive at Port Sesta on time," Maize turned from the table, starting towards the palace gates with a sigh. Having eaten at an earlier hour, he did not intend on setting their course behind simply because they chose to have breakfast at the time they were supposed to leave. "Start wrapping it up, and come to the gates. We've horses prepared for our journey."

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IM BACK

AH HA I remember what my question was (4 days late *shot*)

How will Laguz transformation take place? Will it be instant like in games and preserve whatever the person is carrying (like clothes) or will it be more like a werewolf, spouting fur and changing shape over a short time? Might be problematic with changing in a fight while wearing armor though. Or anything for that matter.

@Tala Avana

I'd say transformation will be like in the games. Wouldn't want anyone to revert and uh... yes.
At the very least, laguz do not wear armor.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Renvall "Ren" Protego

"Piss off, cunt."

It was unsurprising for Renvall Protego to be in a less than desirable disposition at the early hour. Disheveled ebony hair bounced along the sides of a youthful face as the young squire trudged down the stairwell, dismissing one of the servants who approached the boy about Maize. His idea of an expedition beyond the walls had been everything but the task of pampering the spoiled prince further, and with Maize being his liege lord, there had not even been a slither of a choice for him. Even through spending several weeks in preparation, the very thought of those idiotic lips belonging to Eli Estali served to piss him off.

What did they expect from him? A fake smile, showering them with giddy compliments and questions about the latest pair of extravagant pants to wear? Precisely speaking, they expected Ren to die for these pompous nobles, serving as their front-line shields in the battles to come. And what were they to them, anyway? Expendable manpower? He knew well to look beyond the facade that was these people that he watched every day. If the young were not being sent to give their lives for the kingdom, he knew that the crown would not give a hoot about them. Even those filthy sub-humans have a better chance of care than us.

With armor and cape black as night, Ren kept to his standard expression of derision, his arms folded over his chest as an armored finger tapped along the metal of his gauntlets. His footsteps echoed across the hallway, despite wearing ordinary boots. There were only a few positives in his assignment to the mission, and it was two things: rejoicing over the idea of cutting down the foes to come, and feeling the ocean breeze once they would sail off and be at sea. As his eyes scanned the lot that he would reluctantly share allegiance with, he figured that it would not be that bad of an association, considering that there were some things that would be nice to take a gander at. Or not, he withdrew his momentary episode of hormones, closing his eyes with a shake of his head. His taste for women did not include little girls like some others, after all.

With his mind awry and attention elsewhere, Ren had simply strut past the group without a single word of acknowledgement. He kept to himself, a brief glance preceding over the sword resting at his belt before he stepped into the royal dining hall. Through habit, the squire took a seat at one of the far-off tables, seated by himself as his eyes caught sight of the party stepping inside. No peace or quiet, he looked down to his plate of food, running the fork through its contents.

For whatever reason, Ren could not bring himself to take even a single bite. It was then that he took another look to the group amassing among the noble's table, drawing a heavy sigh. He dismissed his place, carrying the plate of food along the tip of his fingers and warily taking a seat at the end of the populated table. Continually stabbing into the eggs but feeling little of an appetite rise, the squire slammed an armored fist against the surface of the table, inadvertently and unintentionally directing the attention of the group.

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"Maize will come soon," Ren spoke through the awkward situation with a neutral look, his blue eyes not looking at the members of the group for long before his attention returned to his food.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Yay, Day 2 of Anime Expo is finally over and I can have some of my life back. gee I should really check Fire Emblem since I haven't read anything since I left-

20 IC posts

oh

fuck me

nice work ya'll, but

guess it's time to read

EDIT: Gonna have a crappy placeholder post header for the time being, created entirely from random websites. Yikes

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Reese Kestrel

@LordVoldemort @Aquanthe @LetMeDoStuff

A blur, the night had become. The cadets had been able to enjoy a once-in-a-while respite at their leisure,though it had become a series of photographic memories for Reese, who had come to the rude awakening that the next morning had brought upon them. The young soldier knew that something had been amiss; after all, he had been one of the last to awaken at the proper hour, and the bricks of pressure that flattened against his small head was more than discomforting. Beyond the muzzy coherence, there was a feeling of laziness that hampered his will to move, though he knew better than to place himself at even greater trouble with the instructor.

Despite the adverse effects of the previous night working against him, Reese kept to his usual demeanor, a smile on his face as he tossed one of the excess pair of boots towards the husk residing within the lair that Gabriel slept in. When the giant seemed to not respond, the boy looked over to the opposing bed where Tanner rested. The fact that the other boy was still asleep baffled the blond, his lips narrowing to a playful grin.

Setting his fingers between his lips, the boy produced a whistle that they had been taught in the classroom for the sighting of titans, feigning a stern look. "The Titans are coming!" Reese contained his laughter, hoping that it would surely be their wake-up call. Ensuring that the soldiers outside did not hear his whistle, he quickly climbed to the upper bunk hanging over Gabriel, staying in view for the other two but hidden from the giant when they would awaken. He held a gesture of silence over his lips, waiting in anticipation.

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I'll fix anything / have better wording at some other point, it's two in the morning over here and I wanted to get this out of the way while I have the opportunity. I'll try to get a post in tomorrow night!

_{M A I Z E B E N S E N / / T H I R T Y - F O U R}

_{Character Theme: Koven - More Than You (Unplugged Version)}

_{"For what it's worth, I felt sorry knowing that you didn't have a chance against me."}

_{[ ❇ ] O R I G I N}

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Title(s): Sir, The Dauntless

Race: Beorc

Birthplace: Blackwater, Anarcas

_{[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N}

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Class: Hero

Height: 6'1

Weight: 202lbs

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Brown

Complexion: Fair

Body Composition: Muscular

_{[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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As dauntless as his nickname may suggest, Maize can actually appear to be quite the opposite; in the warmth of his home and the halls of his kingdom, he is a loving husband and father to his wife and children, and a frequent jester to those who call him friend. He does have a casual swagger to his tone through the accomplishments that he has claimed, although he himself does not wish to reminisce of those times, showing a stout opposition to killing without a worthy purpose.

While Maize does enjoy fighting of all sorts, he judges the strength of the individual through their own morals and their actions beyond fighting. Like most knights, he holds himself to the code of chivalry, and respects honor and loyalty out of others. He will only use violence if it is to combat violence, not wishing to spill unnecessary blood over any matter. The knight has a habit for attempting to instill these principles and lessons on others, showing an immense care for younger children.

_{[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y}

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Life was not all that difficult for Maize Bensen and his family; despite the inclement weather conditions, his father, Mael Bensen, was able to cover the expenses of their livelihood through his mercenary work, possessing many ties to the crown in Blackwater, Anarcas. He was the younger twin to Hassan Bensen, which would later lead to many feuds over who was superior over the other in whatever regard.

By the time the twin brothers were strong enough to hold a blade in their hands, Mael intended on grooming his sons to serve in the Anarcasi Army, putting them through questionably intense training throughout the tundras of Anarcas. They would accompany their father on their first mercenary work at the age of fourteen, and later that year, they were sent into the recruitment drive for the military.

Despite all of his father's emphasis on fighting as a career, Maize himself was not keen on the profession as a killer, and went through the process with many reservations. While he decided to go into the servitude as a squire towards knighthood, his brother would drift from his life momentarily after their separation. Wishing to uphold the law instead of committing what he considered to be barbaric, he sought to hone his swordsmanship ahead, becoming quite the skilled fighter and duelist by the time he turned nineteen years of age.

Watching the fever rise to a pitch between the warring kingdoms concerned Maize greatly, who had been known as a vocal conscientious objector to the war. He would later recount this conflict as 'nothing but a cesspool of selfish murder, the lives of countless people lost over some man's lust.' He holds a grudge towards all of the involved parties to the present day, including his own King Erigan.

As a protector to the realm of Anarcas, Maize was called upon to fight against the Estalans, though their efforts were crushed under the mystical might of the Archsage. While his liege lord fell in the melee that ensued at their castle's gates, he was but the sole survivor of this battle, forced to surrender his service to Anarcas. Within the palace, he would also be among the few to bear witness to the burning of Theodorus and Jaedal.

As shell-shocked and disturbed as he could be, the conflict would only take a greater toll on Maize as he attempted to search for his family, only to find that his mother and younger brother were missing, and his twin brother, Hassan, had slain their father, who had intended on surrendering to the Estalans. This caused the young man to cut down his twin brother, only to bask at his own hands; the hands of a kinslayer. With his dying breath, Hassan Bensen revealed that their mother intended to return to her tribe in Ibion.

While Maize was forced under the servitude of Estala for the remainder of his years to come, he would lighten to the once-hostile kingdom over the times of reparation, though he would remain a squire until his mission to Ibion in search of his mother. The journey would turn for the worst as they were ambushed by a raiding party of tribesman, crippling Sir Lunis, the knight that he was serving under.

In their captivity, Maize was thrown into an arena of sorts, forced into a pit fighting routine for others' entertainment at the expense of his and Sir Lunis' own survival. By the grace of the goddess, the swordfighter survived through the countless rounds of duels to the death, which would grant him his freedom. They rode back to the Estalan capital where Sir Lunis preached to the council of the young man's actions, his speech spawning the nickname, The Dauntless.

In addition, Maize was anointed as a knight of Estala at the age of twenty-three, becoming one of the youngest to ever be knighted in Estalan history. Since then, he has served the crown well, and has been appointed as the guide to Crown Prince Eli Estali in their mission to Rozel.

_{[ ❇ ] F A M I L Y}

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Wife: Miranda Bensen (nee Leylal) — Alive

Son (Older): Maize Bensen II — Alive

Daughter (Younger): Amaranta Bensen - Alive

Father: Mael Bensen — Deceased

Mother: Su'lon — Unknown

Brother (Older Twin): Hassan Bensen — Deceased

Brother (Younger): Mendes Bensen — Unknown

_{[ ❇ ] I N V E N T O R Y}

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Iron Blade, Hand Axe, Elixir

_{[ ❇ ] O T H E R}

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His nickname is a not-so-safeguarded secret, and on occasion, he is formally addressed in futility as The Dauntless Sir Maize. Loves to eat corn, and dislikes storms.

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Renvall Protego

_{R E N V A L L P R O T E G O / / S E V E N T E E N}

_{Character Theme: ginkiha — nightfall (short version)}

_{"It's not like I ever had a choice, anyway."}

_{[ ❇ ] O R I G I N}

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Race: Beorc

Birthplace: The Island—Kingdom of Rozel

_{[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N}

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Class: Squire (Sword) ⇨ Gallant (Sword)

Squire — Young aspirants clung to the fleeting dream of knighthood, they are fierce swordfighters on-and-off horseback, and incur zero penalties to their fighting ability when dismounted. When mounted, they are affected by anti-armor and anti-cavalry weapons. When dismounted, they are affected by anti-armor weapons. A variation between the Sword Knight and Mercenary classes.

Gallant — Decorated knights with courage in heart and steel in hand, they are champions to none but the steed they ride, their ascension an echoing fable. When mounted, they are affected by anti-armor and anti-cavalry weapons. When dismounted, they are affected by anti-armor weapons. A variation between the Sword Paladin and Hero classes, lacking the ability to wield axes.

Height: 5'9

Weight: 170lbs

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Morning blue

Complexion: Fair

Body Composition: Lean

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Sharp-tongued and quick-witted, Renvall is more an outsider to the grandeur that is the upper echelons of society, cynical and disillusioned with his path and the world around it. The young boy stands against the principles of tradition, loosely abiding the tenets of chivalry through his own core of beliefs as a human being. His choice of reticence, at times, may cause him to distance himself from others, where he would rather muse among his own thoughts. He is known to dislike optimism, preferring to view things from a realistic standpoint rather than cling to hope.

Where he does not pose a problem in socializing, Renvall is prone to speaking without a filter when his beliefs are thrown into the equation, preferring to be the approached when it comes to ordinary conversations. When it comes to women, he feels more open to speaking with them, where his playful side can be heard. That being said, he adheres to the common association in holding immense contempt for the Laguz, viewing them as sub-human savages and tying into his stubborn nature. While the boy may come off as impolite and disrespectful at times, his quiet demeanor speaks more of his deepest emotions; when his name is called, his heart will show.

_{[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y}

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Renvall Protego had very faint memories of his earliest childhood moments. His father, only known to him from his mother by the name of Percival, was a Rozelian Islander, bound through an illicit union that led to his parents' mutual separation. Camellia Protego, a knight-in-service to the Island-Kingdom of Rozel, was his mother. He was granted her family name, as opposed to his father's.

Unaware of his elevation in the status quo due to his mother's title, Ren was always looked upon in a peculiar manner, the child's choice of friends being that of the common folk outside of the palace. The court officials often criticized his lack of interest in 'noble manners' and the like, leading his mother to regularly scold the child into 'proper mannerisms'.

There came a time where the court marshals regarded Renvall's disregard for debonair behavior to be dishonorable, leading to his mother's dismissal from her service to Rozel. While Camellia did not blame the eight-year old for his wish of a simpler life, she viewed his refusal to listen as a failure, and would continue to place pressure upon the boy.

Being a known name around the continent of Aralea had its advantages, and Camellia Protego soon found herself sworn into the service of Estala. Even as Ren was thrust back into the life of the upper class in addition to a newfound responsibility as an older brother, he continually mingled with the commoners throughout his years, whether they were his everyday source of mischief or his solace from an inescapable life.

Ren continued his tutelage as a page to the Estalan family, albeit with disdain. One morning, within the company of his mother and half-brother, Walden, in the busy marketplace, a thief attacked Walden to the surprise of the crowd around them. When the thief revealed itself to be a Laguz of the Tiger Tribe and the bystanders refused to arm themselves in retaliation, the twelve-year old drew his mother's sword from her own scabbard instead.

With little expertise in swordsmanship, Ren could only direct the attention of the beast towards himself, the Laguz delivering a scarring wound before retreating. While this moment would spur the Estalan court to grant him a squireship, he felt that this would only set him further down a path that he never chose to walk, and for the years to come, this remained to be true.

_{[ ❇ ] F A M I L Y}

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Father: Percival — Unknown

Mother: Camellia Protego — Alive

Half-Brother (Younger): Walden Protego — Alive

_{[ ❇ ] I N V E N T O R Y}

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Steel Sword, Vulnerary

_{[ ❇ ] O T H E R}

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Goes by "Ren" for short. The name of his horse is Snowball. Growing up among the islands, Ren has a knack for fishing and enjoys being at sea, and dislikes extremely hot weather. He has a notable scar running down the right breast in the form of a tiger's claw.

Maize Bensen

_{M A I Z E B E N S E N / / T H I R T Y - F O U R}

_{Character Theme: Koven — More Than You (Unplugged Version)}

_{"For what it's worth, I felt sorry knowing that you didn't have a chance against me."}

_{[ ❇ ] O R I G I N}

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Title(s): Sir, The Dauntless

Race: Beorc

Birthplace: Blackwater, Anarcas

_{[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N}

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Class: Hero

Height: 6'1

Weight: 202lbs

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Brown

Complexion: Fair

Body Composition: Muscular

_{[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y}

---

As dauntless as his nickname may suggest, Maize can actually appear to be quite the opposite; in the warmth of his home and the halls of his kingdom, he is a loving husband and father to his wife and children, and a frequent jester to those who call him friend. He does have a casual swagger to his tone through the accomplishments that he has claimed, although he himself does not wish to reminisce of those times, showing a stout opposition to killing without a worthy purpose.

While Maize does enjoy fighting of all sorts, he judges the strength of the individual through their own morals and their actions beyond fighting. Like most knights, he holds himself to the code of chivalry, and respects honor and loyalty out of others. He will only use violence if it is to combat violence, not wishing to spill unnecessary blood over any matter. The knight has a habit for attempting to instill these principles and lessons on others, showing an immense care for younger children.

_{[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y}

---

Life was not all that difficult for Maize Bensen and his family; despite the inclement weather conditions, his father, Mael Bensen, was able to cover the expenses of their livelihood through his mercenary work, possessing many ties to the crown in Blackwater, Anarcas. He was the younger twin to Hassan Bensen, which would later lead to many feuds over who was superior over the other in whatever regard.

By the time the twin brothers were strong enough to hold a blade in their hands, Mael intended on grooming his sons to serve in the Anarcasi Army, putting them through questionably intense training throughout the tundras of Anarcas. They would accompany their father on their first mercenary work at the age of fourteen, and later that year, they were sent into the recruitment drive for the military.

Despite all of his father's emphasis on fighting as a career, Maize himself was not keen on the profession as a killer, and went through the process with many reservations. While he decided to go into the servitude as a squire towards knighthood, his brother would drift from his life momentarily after their separation. Wishing to uphold the law instead of committing what he considered to be barbaric, he sought to hone his swordsmanship ahead, becoming quite the skilled fighter and duelist by the time he turned nineteen years of age.

Watching the fever rise to a pitch between the warring kingdoms concerned Maize greatly, who had been known as a vocal conscientious objector to the war. He would later recount this conflict as 'nothing but a cesspool of selfish murder, the lives of countless people lost over some man's lust.' He holds a grudge towards all of the involved parties to the present day, including his own King Erigan.

As a protector to the realm of Anarcas, Maize was called upon to fight against the Estalans, though their efforts were crushed under the mystical might of the Archsage. While his liege lord fell in the melee that ensued at their castle's gates, he was but the sole survivor of this battle, forced to surrender his service to Anarcas. Within the palace, he would also be among the few to bear witness to the burning of Theodorus and Jaedal.

As shell-shocked and disturbed as he could be, the conflict would only take a greater toll on Maize as he attempted to search for his family, only to find that his mother and younger brother were missing, and his twin brother, Hassan, had slain their father, who had intended on surrendering to the Estalans. This caused the young man to cut down his twin brother, only to bask at his own hands; the hands of a kinslayer. With his dying breath, Hassan Bensen revealed that their mother intended to return to her tribe in Ibion.

While Maize was forced under the servitude of Estala for the remainder of his years to come, he would lighten to the once-hostile kingdom over the times of reparation, though he would remain a squire until his mission to Ibion in search of his mother. The journey would turn for the worst as they were ambushed by a raiding party of tribesman, crippling Sir Lunis, the knight that he was serving under.

In their captivity, Maize was thrown into an arena of sorts, forced into a pit fighting routine for others' entertainment at the expense of his and Sir Lunis' own survival. By the grace of the goddess, the swordfighter survived through the countless rounds of duels to the death, which would grant him his freedom. They rode back to the Estalan capital where Sir Lunis preached to the council of the young man's actions, his speech spawning the nickname, The Dauntless.

In addition, Maize was anointed as a knight of Estala at the age of twenty-three, becoming one of the youngest to ever be knighted in Estalan history. Since then, he has served the crown well, and has been appointed as the guide to Crown Prince Eli Estali in their mission to Rozel.

_{[ ❇ ] F A M I L Y}

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Wife: Miranda Bensen (nee Leylal) — Alive

Son (Older): Maize Bensen II — Alive

Daughter (Younger): Amaranta Bensen — Alive

Father: Mael Bensen — Deceased

Mother: Su'lon — Unknown

Brother (Older Twin): Hassan Bensen — Deceased

Brother (Younger): Mendes Bensen — Unknown

_{[ ❇ ] I N V E N T O R Y}

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Iron Blade, Hand Axe, Elixir

_{[ ❇ ] O T H E R}

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His nickname is a not-so-safeguarded secret, and on occasion, he is formally addressed in futility as The Dauntless Sir Maize. Loves to eat corn, and dislikes storms. He has many scars along his arms and body, scattered slashes and cuts from battles long past.