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Here's my first entry for a character. What should I change?

Alright, haven't shown many signs of life but I'll post a character either this evening or tomorrow.

EDIT: Wait, I'm a bit confused. I saw the interest check in the Casual section but the RP is in Advanced?
Showing my interest.
Is this still alive?
Interested. What do you say is the average power level for the characters?
As the smoke started to settle and the signal for retreat was heard, Alm's words ringed true in Freir's head. As his brain started working a mile a minute, he swiftly scanned their surroundings. Xia was either still hidden somewhere near or, most likely, had taken off at the thought of gaining other glories in battle. Alm and himself, good warriors as they were, had already been fighting for some time while what seemed like fresh endless hordes of orcs made their way to the center of the city.

"Holding our ground is out of the question," Freir retorted. "Both retreat signals have been made so we can't count on backup from now on and I have the feeling that this is just the welcoming committee. Besides, there's probably a good reason why we've been called back."

Despite having arrived at the Irregulars as an insolent troublemaker who made a mockery of the chain of command, the northerner had learned, rather painfully, that in battle you're more likely to live longer if you do as the more experienced soldiers tell you. If it had been anyone else, Freir would have left the company a long time ago but Captain Sanada was a man he could tolerate taking orders from.

"There's a good to fair chance that Lady Sanada might ignore the call for retreat in order to raise her body count," the blonde haired thief mused. "We'll look over the area for 10 minutes and try to run into her. Any longer and we risk getting caught under the orcs' swords ourselves." Freir strapped his axe to his belt and readied himself to start running. "Stay near me and don't engage them directly. Tracking is not my strong suit but I know a thing or two about staying out of sight."
Getting ready to fly home for the holidays and stuff.
Freir silently trailed Xia's footsteps. As the sound of steel clashing against steel intensified, he tapped into his sword's Soul Stone and cast an Evasion spell, one of his favourites. This little trick confused the victims around him and, as long as he didn't do anything to attract attention to himself, gave the burglar an easier time slipping past commotions. He turned around the corner in time to observe Xia charging a small ogre party in a fury. He spied Alm towards the side, stirring up his frost magic in preparation to take on a behemoth of a troll. These targets weren't what interested Freir however.

Without pause, the northern thief kept up his pace. He approached an orc, still trying to recover from Xia's vicious attack towards it's shins, and rammed his boot into the creature's sternum. Freir's smaller frame betrayed his strength. His foot destroyed his opponents ribs and was placed precisely enough to induce immediate hearth failure from blunt trauma. Without giving the downed fiend a second thought, Freir rushed forwards, one hand reaching for the small axe strapped to his belt. In one swift movement, the axe flew from his belt and found the throat of another orc distracted by Xia's assault. As his second victim hit the ground, the turquoise eyed Irregular proceeded his march. His attention turned towards the Orc that his partner had slipped past. He took advantage of the monster's distraction to hurl his weapon towards the back of it's skull. His aim was true and the orc's body hit the ground with a loud thud.

As he recovered his axe, he saw his captain's daughter along with a small contingent of guards heading towards a new group of invaders. "This one has a more suitable mark", he observed. With Xia's rearguard secured, he picked up a felled guardsman's shield and dashed into an alley between two houses. As he ran, he once again tapped into the Soul Stone and produced another one of his trademark tricks. He cast a Reinforcement spell on his right glove and readied himself to flank his opponents.

As soon as Xia's smokebombs exploded, momentarily lowering the guard of the orcs, Freir leapt from his hiding place. For a few moments he soared over several orcs' heads before ramming the shield into the back of the neck of a tall orc standing at the back of the group. Before two surrounding orcs could understand what had just transpired, the thief dropped the shield in order to regain his footing, taking the moment to slash the heels of his nearest enemy and, without dropping a beat, uppercutting the next one's jaw with his hard reinforced fist. Freir then retreated towards the smokescreen, not wanting to be caught in the middle of an enraged group of monstrous orcs. Now that the pack leader laid on the ground with a broken neck, the group would loose whatever organisation they had in their ranks.
From the corner of his eye, Freir watched Xia run past him. He rolled his eyes at the prospect of being the designated adult of the group. While the Irregulars did have the talent, some of the ranks lacked the maturity. Much like when he grew up under the northern priest's roof, he found himself bailing out children out of their own trouble.

The captain had given the order so there was nothing he could do. In his few years with the Bloodrose he had learned, sometimes painfully, that mutiny and mouthing off when not needed would only result in trouble for him and his superiors. Resigned to his duties, he followed his insecure companion with his eyes.

Xia's naivety was something he envied though. The smile she flashed reminded him once more of the orphans from back home. Of something he did not allow himself to have. As with his foster siblings, he did not wish for an innocent smile to become an infant's demise. Verily, if Freir would let himself grow closer to his partners he would later berate her for treating the situation like a game.

He gripped the pommel of his sword and bolted behind Xia after letting a final thought run through his head:

"Children will be children."
Freir let a sigh escape under his breath as he got up and made from his table at the back of the inn. If there was one thing he had no patience for was to babysit the strong heroic types when they were way over their heads. They were amazing decoys, he gave them that. At the very least he was partnered with Xia, whose style he did admire when she wasn't trying to get daddy dearest's attention. The ninja theatrics were a tad exaggerated but he did like her pragmatism when it came to fight.

He tightened his sword under his belt while walking past the captain's daughter. "Let's get going then, lady Sanada." He spoke while walking towards the door. "The quicker we bail out Alm, the quicker we can get everyone out of here." Despite uttering those words a small part inside he did feel excitement for knowing he was about to bash some of the Ogres.

Covering his head with his cowl, Freir stepped outside the Inn, spinning on his heels to check if Xia was following behind him.
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