The Irish Tree

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The Steppe Archer would let out a brief groan as her wrist was grabbed, eyes growing wide as her free hand scrambled to grab at her hilt. She had earnestly thought that the man was kind, but...this was the opposite. She felt the need to fight, and just before she drew her blade to desperately fight back, someone came to her aid. A warrior woman in shining arm...well, some armor. It was more or less a stretch to call it armor, but Steppe Archer found herself completely believing it to be the woman's customary garb of her homeland. If she looked at this way, it was rather nice.

She was however concerned that the steel-rank adventurer would try and fight, before he backed away and went back to what appeared to be his own party. balling her hand over her heart, the Steppe Archer let out a relieved sigh, before she smiled once more. She would stride towards her savior and fervantly shake her left hand with both of her's, saying: "Thank you soooo so so so much! I don't know why he got so mad...but thank you for sticking your neck out for us. You were really cool!"

Now that they were safe, Steppe Archer would bow her head to Shade, apologizing. "I'm really sorry...I feel like that was my fault. Oh and sorry for grabbing you. I was just really curious, since you smelt like a boy. I think. I thought. Now I know though!" As she spoke, Steppe Archer would pump her hands up, turning to the Guard Lady, and taking a quick glance at her chest. Clearly female. "Mhm. We were just about to go hunt down some rats in the sewer. Its not exactly glamorous work, but...if you'd like, you can tag along. If we set some traps they'll be easy, plus, we can sell the pelts for extra money after cleaning! I-I don't want to impose though. You're probably busy with your own quest," the nomad girl would say, offering at least in some way to repay the other adventurer's kindness. It meant splitting the pay three ways, but the work would no doubt go much faster.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Steppe Archer's head tilted ever so slightly as the pale young boy seemingly faltered at her approach. He seemed rather timid for one in a dangerous profession. But the way that he seemed to carry himself said that the boy wasn't lacking for experience. He seemed very terse as he deliberated on whether or not to join her, but he eventually came around. Shade could visibly see as the archer's face lit up with joy, amber eyes sparkling. She'd made a new friend! Excitedly, she would grab Shade's hand and shake it with both of her's, beaming.

Just as she was getting acquainted though, a rather rugged looking man would come up, badgering the two "cuties" into allowing him to show them the ropes. ...Wait, girls?

Steppe Archer hummed, turning to Shade for a moment as she narrowed her eyes, poising a hand under her own chin as she thought really hard. He...she...Heshe...now that she actually focused, it got hard to tell exactly what gender Shade was. As such, in the midst of Shade turning the man down, Steppe Archer would reach out and gingerly squeeze at his chest, feeling the outline of defined enough pectorals to ensure that Shade was, in fact a man. Turning about, she would answer the more veteran ranked adventurer. "Sorry sir, my companion here's a man. Though, he is pretty cute, so I can see why you'd call him that." she said, completely destroying any and all chance of Shade pretending to be a woman to lower his guard in any capacity. Unless he swung that way. But, now that Shade had turned him down, Steppe Archer bowed her head and said: "I'm very sorry Mister, but we'll be just fine with the two of us. Besides, you're a Steel-Ranked adventurer and all. You've definitely got more important and profitable work to be doing than trudging through a sewer hunting rats with us. Thank you though! You're really nice!"

Naturally, the man had no intention of actually doing anything more than getting a good rub and a tug, but before he could even get a word in edge wise, Steppe Archer was moving away. The steel-ranked adventurer would reach out and seize her by the wrist, which took her by surprise.

Shade as well as others in the bar could see, this might go south fast, if the man lost his temper.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The patter of stony hooves clip-clopping against the cobbled stone road leading into Palisade heralded the arrival of yet another adventurer to this frontier town. A young girl dressed in foreign garb rode in past the wooden walls that kept this town safe from the threats of the outside, and as she paid to stable her horse, she would look out at the town before a warm, affectionate brush of a snout against her shoulder redrew her attention to her horse. A grin crossed her lips as her slight hands reached up to pat at her companion's cheeks. "I won't be too long, Torchfire. You sit tight. Be a good girl, okay?" she would ask, to which she received a slight huff from the horse. That meant yes.

Taking off with her gear on her back, the archer of the Steppes would stride proudly through the streets, taking in the interesting sights and sounds of a permanent settlement. Her curiosity would have to wait however, as she only had enough money to live off of for a few days, at best. Keeping a horse stabled was expensive, after all. Pushing the doors open to the adventurer's guild, the girl would practically skip in. Registration would take a moment, but she had thankfully learned to read and write from her mother, so filling out the application was as simple as could be.

With her newly christened Porcelain rank, Steppe Archer looked over the various requests available and pondered which would best suit her. "Hrm..." she said, furrowing her brow at the three "best" options for a Porcelain rank. She'd heard tales of some hunters from neighboring tribes contesting with Goblin raiders, so she at least knew they lived in caves. That was...bad, to say the least for her abilities. She wasn't accustomed to woodlands, and trying to shoot through such thick foliage would mean her accuracy would suffer. The Giant Rat Extermination quest had a similar issue with how tight the corners of the sewers were, but at least rats weren't exactly known to have weapons. And...ditch cleaning was...well, she understood the importance of it, but the pay was lesser than the others. Looking over the rat quest once more, she thought about the possibilities it presented, namely in that rats could at least be skinned for pelts. Goblin hide wasn't particularly tough, so it was useless to collect it.

Smiling confidently, she would grab the quest and consider getting help. Seeing an individual off by his lonesome munching on an apple. She didn't really know why he seemed to be avoided by other people, but at least saw the glint of the white porcelain tag in place on his person. Approaching, the girl would peek her head down to catch a glimpse of his dagger, before she asked: "Um...are you new here too? I was thinking of taking this quest to take care of some rats, and was wondering if you'd be willing to help. We'd split the pay, of course."

Shade could probably infer, this girl had absolutely no idea why people would avoid a Dark Elf.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Had intended to post today, but time slipped away from me. Will get one up as soon as possible though.

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Last Name	Kanzaki
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Age	18
Gender	Male
Bio	Show Hi. I'm Honda. Nice to meet you. (^･o･^)ﾉ” Let's be friends! A young man of few words, Honda's life has been fairly average. Normal parents, normal albeit quiet school life, and a life seemingly lacking anything at all conspicuous. Oddly enough, nobody really knows anything about Honda, as he tends to just blend into the background, out of sight from others. Its for this reason he bleached his hair blonde to try and stand out, only for people to question if he was some new transfer student.

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Kurotora
"Nya...and stuff..."

Age	18
Gender	Male
Race	Werecat
Tale	Show A young man who takes his fights far beyond his opponent's reach, dashing amidst the battlefield in order to remain out of harm's reach. ...Off the battlefield however, he barely skirts by social interactions while constantly fumbling over his words. He lacks confidence in his ability to speak to others, often thinking that due to his Werecat race most people would like to avoid him, especially in combination with the reputation a sneaky assassin has. As such, in the new world he attempts to do things to appear more approachable, ranging from adding verbal cat-based ticks to his speech when he can stand it, and doing his best to dress to impress. The Butler subclass is a fairly recent addition for him, and he has practiced relentlessly to be a confident person capable of interacting with others...but still crumbles as soon as someone raises their voice.

Classes and Abilities

Main Class: Assassin Lv90

Lob	Info As simple a skill as one could think of without being a "basic" attack. A projectile is flung with increased damage compared to if another class were to attempt using them. While just about any "usable" item can be lobbed, the items Kuroneko is most keen to use are Shuriken and Kunai, along with simplistic status inflicting bombs.
Echo Walker	Info A skill that allows one to decrease their [Hate] by a large amount with a risky maneuver. By consuming a sizeable chunk of MP, one creates a Body Double Afterimage that takes the brunt of a blow intended for the user, allowing them to escape unscathed, creating the illusion of them being slain. This causes their Hate to drop to 0, and immediately place the user into a Stealth State, so long as there is sufficient cover or darkness.
Dark Vision	Info A passive Skill that allows the user to see clearly in pitch black darkness. Also removes any Blind based status ailments from dark-based magic attacks.
Sneak	Info A simple skill that's the bread and butter of most Assassin's skillsets, allows one in sufficient cover/darkness to practically become invisible to enemies near their level. Enemies at a range of being over 5+ levels have a chance to instantly see through the user's stealth, meaning Assassins can't just use it to gang up on a high level boss with spamming and then running tactics.
Dervish Dive	Info A skill centered on hit-and-run melee tactics, that rapidly "teleports" the user in a straight line, dealing damage to all things in that line. While it may appear that the user is in the "process of moving", this is in fact a short range hit-scan projectile. This skill has a low MP cost, but has a limited number of uses on a stockpiling cooldown that stacks up to 9 maximum uses. Mostly used to deal a small bit of damage and reposition while avoiding taking damage.
Slipstream	Info A toggleable buff ability that applies to one's Throwing Weapon speed. Greatly increases one's rate of fire while decreasing their critical hit chance, while also applying a chance for any projectile thrown to "double", dealing twice the damage as a ghostly afterimage follows its exact trajectory.
Great Hurricane	Info An area of effect damage ability, considered one of the strongest crowd clearing options in an Assassin's arsenal. With a melee weapon, one unleashes a furious spin slash, followed by others in the opposite direction. This attack has a high MP cost, Cooldown, and Damage, making it perfect for clearing out powerful, but not necessarily 'boss' level monsters that surround a group. Mostly ineffective in PvP, due to the nature of assassin being a glass cannon. Being surrounded means death.
Assassinate	Info An Assassin's key skill, it is the strongest instantaneous damage ability among weapon-based attacking classes. Deals large damage to an enemy's body, with a chance to instantly kill enemies at least ten levels lower than the Assassin's. Since the strength of this skill increases with higher ranks, an Assassin can potentially outclass the firepower of other DPS classes. If the attack lands, a white glow appears on screen surrounding the enemy, showing their silhouette falling if it is instant death. The ranged version of this resembles a lightning strike by numerous arrows, but for Kuroneko's Thrown Weapons, it instead takes the form of chains surrounding an enemy, before constricting painfully.
Poison Fog	Info A Skill that produces a poisonous green fog from a thrown bomb that deals damage in an area around the designated location. One must take care of the timing since it damages both enemies and allies. Skill rank affects the duration, power and range of area affected by the poison fog.
Venom Strike	Info Launches an attack by using a blade or projectile coated with deadly poison. On hit, there is a high chance to poison the enemy, causing damage over time. The weapon takes on a malicious purple hue when in use and when the attack hits it adds a boiling bubbling poison effect.
Hekireki	Info An attack skill that is the antithesis of what an Assassin stands for. Loud, flashy, and extremely high damage, this skill is only usable after a long wind up period, wherin one flings a projectile at high speeds, calling down lightning just as it strikes a target. Deals absurdly high damage, but leaves the user vulnerable while casting, and just two uses of it is enough to leave most Assassins dry on MP.

Active Subclass: Animal Trainer Lv90

Beast Master	Info A skill that allows one to tame monsters of a level lower than the user, typically the limit for taming a creature is one that is 5 levels below the Animal Trainer's level. When a beast is tamed, it will function as a combat pet, but only a single pet can be held at a time, and if it dies, it cannot be resurrected.

Roleplay Subclass: Butler 78

Butlery Levels 15-75	Info In general, the Butler subclass is one that is functionally identical to the Maid, but for male characters. In particular, they are very good at cleaning, moderately good at cooking, and being capable of doing light repairs to cloth-based equipment.

Passive Subclass: Slinger Lv 86

Hail Mary	Info A passive buff that greatly increases the range of thrown weapons by using an overhead throw. Less accurate, but deals much more damage.
Juggling Ammunition	Info Increases the "reload speed" between shots of thrown weapons. Put simply, it passively increases one's ability to throw more things.
Contrail Throw	Info Your throws reach the point that they begin to tear through the air, making them fly longer and faster. Increases the default Throwing Weapon Range by about 50%, and increases projectile velocity by 25%.
Terminal Velocity	Info Hail Mary throws now become guaranteed critical hits, but can only be fired outdoors.

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Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Steppe Archer

Name: Steppe Archer

Age: 16

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Appearance:

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A bright eyed girl from the Steppes of the Northeastern highlands, she carries with her a brightness and optimism that would lead one to believe her a simple runaway girl with dreams of adventure. Her complexion is tanned from her time spent under the open sky, and she seems to be in a perpetual good mood, judging from her omnipresent smile. She is of a lithe build, and has a slightly bowlegged stance from her life spent riding on a horse. Her arms and legs are fairly toned and muscular for her frame, making her a lot stronger than your average girl from a farm.

She is almost perpetually seen with her hair in a ratty mess, the only restraint to it being her hairband that keeps her bangs from blocking her vision entirely. Her outfit usually consists of a traditional tunic of the Steppe, with large sleeves that give her arms free movement, a black long skirt that has been ripped at the sides to allow her legs more freedom, and a pair of leather sandals. When adventuring, she wears a leather breastplate beneath her dress for added protection.

Height: 5'7"
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: White

Personality:
A little ball of sunshine and happiness, there doesn't seem to be much in this life that can get the Steppe Archer down. She carries with her an almost infectious energy that brightens up the room, seemingly always in high spirits.

Her optimism is matched by her keen observation skills. In just a few minutes, she can identify the people in a room at a glance, and tell how someone is feeling by their expression. Despite her perceptive nature, she herself is very blunt, and often unable to think before she speaks. It is not uncommon for something she says to come across as harsh due to her lack of common sense compared to most other people.

Likes: Horses, Sweet Meats, and Flowers
Dislikes: Enclosed spaces, Negative thinking, and Insects
Hobbies: Leather working, Cooking, and Stargazing

History:
On the large rolling plains of the Northeastern Highlands, one is born, lives, and dies on the move. There is no pause available to the nomadic people, with each waking moment spent with focus being on procuring food, supplies, and, once those begin to run low, the focus shifts to uprooting the camps and moving elsewhere on the Steppe. Their society is organized by numerous small "tribes" that have banded together to form a Confederacy, overseen by a leader who rules for a period of ten years after a martial tournament is held between the greatest fighters of the tribes.

Before she was born, her father was heralded as the mightiest man on the Steppe, unbested in archery, and a master of wrestling. On the second year after she was born, he was dethroned and retired to his previous life of being a hunter to provide. In the time she spent with her father, she would learn the art of the hunt, and come to grow into a young girl. Life would proceed as it did, the circle of life in an unending loop, marching onwards with the beat of the people who's lives were spent chasing life. It wasn't all bad, not in the slightest. The meat was plentiful, the hunt was thrilling, and the life lead was one far from purposeless.

Eventually however, the decade-held tournament would be held, and with the rise of a new chief came new and bizarre laws. One of which being that a "bride" of each tribe was to be offered to his son, as if they were pieces of meat to be handed out. And quite unfortunately, she was "selected" as the delegated bride. Rather than accept some impish demand for her virtue and hand in marriage to some spineless whelp, she would instead flee the Steppe with her father and mother's blessings, figuring that she could eek out a living as a mercenary or adventurer.

With no military willing to accept such a young girl despite her demonstrated skills, she was left with no avenue but to become an adventurer, arriving in Palisade town on the Frontier due to its closeness to home.

Adventuring Rank: Porcelain

Equipment:
Nomad Bow: A composite recurve bow of Steppe Archer's own making, made out of horn, wood, and sinew. It is well used from the years that Steppe Archer has spent hunting. Due to its smaller overall size compared to a normal bow, it is ideal for shooting on horseback and while moving, while not sacrificing the power of a full bow.

Nomad's Sword: A steel curved sword resembling a slightly less curved scimitar. Ideal for slashing things apart, or gliding past something with a slash. Has a large enough grip to be two-handed.

Torchfire: A beautiful mature auburn colored horse that Steppe Archer rode into town on. Despite the fact that she isn't able to bring it on many adventures due to the danger, she still insists on keeping it stabled up in Palisade Town, just in case she needs it. She is Steppe Archer's pride and joy, and her greatest asset in battle on a more open plain.

Skinning Knife: A small knife that's sharp enough to cut through flesh. Usually used by Steppe Archer to skin the beasts that she slays, in order to sell the pelts for a sizable sum. Steppe life taught her never to be wasteful.

Steppe Ensemble: Steppe Archer's protective leather breastplate beneath her folk-style dress. Her clothes keep her cool in just about any climate, and the leather armor beneath provides enough protection to shield her from light damage.

Porcelain Adventurer's Tag

Skills:
Horseback Riding: There are few that can match the riders of the Steppe when it comes to equestrian based combat, and as a proud Steppe child, Steppe Archer can ride with the best of them.

Trap Setting/Disarming: Much of the Steppe's hunting is done using traps to catch prey. As such, Steppe Archer is proficient in finding the perfect spots to place traps, whether that be to aid her friends, or harm her foes.

Handy Woman: On the Steppe, work is divided amongst the men and women equally. As such, Steppe Archer is skilled with physical labor, capable of many tasks that many in the realm would consider "men's" work.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Steppe Archer

Name: Steppe Archer

Age: 16

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Picture

A bright eyed girl from the Steppes of the Northeastern highlands, she carries with her a brightness and optimism that would lead one to believe her a simple runaway girl with dreams of adventure. Her complexion is tanned from her time spent under the open sky, and she seems to be in a perpetual good mood, judging from her omnipresent smile. She is of a lithe build, and has a slightly bowlegged stance from her life spent riding on a horse. Her arms and legs are fairly toned and muscular for her frame, making her a lot stronger than your average girl from a farm.

She is almost perpetually seen with her hair in a ratty mess, the only restraint to it being her hairband that keeps her bangs from blocking her vision entirely. Her outfit usually consists of a traditional tunic of the Steppe, with large sleeves that give her arms free movement, a black long skirt that has been ripped at the sides to allow her legs more freedom, and a pair of leather sandals. When adventuring, she wears a leather breastplate beneath her dress for added protection.

Height: 5'7"
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: White

Personality:
A little ball of sunshine and happiness, there doesn't seem to be much in this life that can get the Steppe Archer down. She carries with her an almost infectious energy that brightens up the room, seemingly always in high spirits.

Her optimism is matched by her keen observation skills. In just a few minutes, she can identify the people in a room at a glance, and tell how someone is feeling by their expression. Despite her perceptive nature, she herself is very blunt, and often unable to think before she speaks. It is not uncommon for something she says to come across as harsh due to her lack of common sense compared to most other people.

Likes: Horses, Sweet Meats, and Flowers
Dislikes: Enclosed spaces, Negative thinking, and Insects
Hobbies: Leather working, Cooking, and Stargazing

History:
On the large rolling plains of the Northeastern Highlands, one is born, lives, and dies on the move. There is no pause available to the nomadic people, with each waking moment spent with focus being on procuring food, supplies, and, once those begin to run low, the focus shifts to uprooting the camps and moving elsewhere on the Steppe. Their society is organized by numerous small "tribes" that have banded together to form a Confederacy, overseen by a leader who rules for a period of ten years after a martial tournament is held between the greatest fighters of the tribes.

Before she was born, her father was heralded as the mightiest man on the Steppe, unbested in archery, and a master of wrestling. On the second year after she was born, he was dethroned and retired to his previous life of being a hunter to provide. In the time she spent with her father, she would learn the art of the hunt, and come to grow into a young girl. Life would proceed as it did, the circle of life in an unending loop, marching onwards with the beat of the people who's lives were spent chasing life. It wasn't all bad, not in the slightest. The meat was plentiful, the hunt was thrilling, and the life lead was one far from purposeless.

Eventually however, the decade-held tournament would be held, and with the rise of a new chief came new and bizarre laws. One of which being that a "bride" of each tribe was to be offered to his son, as if they were pieces of meat to be handed out. And quite unfortunately, she was "selected" as the delegated bride. Rather than accept some impish demand for her virtue and hand in marriage to some spineless whelp, she would instead flee the Steppe with her father and mother's blessings, figuring that she could eek out a living as a mercenary or adventurer.

With no military willing to accept such a young girl despite her demonstrated skills, she was left with no avenue but to become an adventurer, arriving in Palisade town on the Frontier due to its closeness to home.

Adventuring Rank: Porcelain

Equipment:
Nomad Bow: A composite recurve bow of Steppe Archer's own making, made out of horn, wood, and sinew. It is well used from the years that Steppe Archer has spent hunting. Due to its smaller overall size compared to a normal bow, it is ideal for shooting on horseback and while moving, while not sacrificing the power of a full bow.

Nomad's Sword: A steel curved sword resembling a slightly less curved scimitar. Ideal for slashing things apart, or gliding past something with a slash. Has a large enough grip to be two-handed.

Torchfire: A beautiful mature auburn colored horse that Steppe Archer rode into town on. Despite the fact that she isn't able to bring it on many adventures due to the danger, she still insists on keeping it stabled up in Palisade Town, just in case she needs it. She is Steppe Archer's pride and joy, and her greatest asset in battle on a more open plain.

Skinning Knife: A small knife that's sharp enough to cut through flesh. Usually used by Steppe Archer to skin the beasts that she slays, in order to sell the pelts for a sizable sum. Steppe life taught her never to be wasteful.

Steppe Ensemble: Steppe Archer's protective leather breastplate beneath her folk-style dress. Her clothes keep her cool in just about any climate, and the leather armor beneath provides enough protection to shield her from light damage.

Porcelain Adventurer's Tag

Skills:
Horseback Riding: There are few that can match the riders of the Steppe when it comes to equestrian based combat, and as a proud Steppe child, Steppe Archer can ride with the best of them.

Trap Setting/Disarming: Much of the Steppe's hunting is done using traps to catch prey. As such, Steppe Archer is proficient in finding the perfect spots to place traps, whether that be to aid her friends, or harm her foes.

Handy Woman: On the Steppe, work is divided amongst the men and women equally. As such, Steppe Archer is skilled with physical labor, capable of many tasks that many in the realm would consider "men's" work.

ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

When Theodore had rode in on Ul'Dah, he had very well expected the blistering heat that made him feel as if he was melting within his piece-mail armor. He also expected the rather..."enthusiastic" merchants that attempted to badger him into wasting gil on things he'd have no use for, or have nowhere to put. What he hadn't expected however had been for a Padjal to be sitting in a bar without a Wood Wailer in sight, nor any sort of entourage whatsoever. That was...surprising, to say the least. If not utterly baffling. Regardless, it was pretty rude of him to stare, so he would instead turn his attention to the Hyruan lady that was kind enough to have a tab open for the ale that Theodore ordered. Very polite, before she made about half the parties interested outright leave the room from the sudden asking of favors in place of a normal free company's rousing speech about hard work, camaraderie, and definitely not being a pyramid scheme that involves funneling resources into a crafting fiend's pockets.

Theodore would however remain firmly seated, an ale in hand, and his ears trained on an individual's plea for aid. The young man's eyes would close as he relaxed in his bar seat for just a moment, before the uproar of approval from those who remained started. The Padjal had spoken with wisdom beyond his apparent years in asking for more details...and the audacity of it all set Theodore's blood boiling. Someone just...lied!? And stole in broad daylight as if it belonged to them!? He'd heard that Ul'Dah was a cutthroat city of merchants that would sooner kill a man than let him get ahead with more coin, but to steal someone's home was beyond forgivable. Slamming his emptied mug on the table he was seated at, Theodore would wipe the foam off his mouth with a thumb before speaking up: "Where the guards cannot help you, it falls to the valorous to bring justice."

With a smile on his lips, Theodore would open his left palm and bring it level to his chest, before smacking his free right fist into it, the gauntlets clashing together giving a resounding metallic clunk that drew a bit of attention to himself. "Do you know where these charlatans are? I'm sure any 'reasonable' gentleman is sure to come see reason for such a cause," the white haired swordsman said, clearly eager to go right ahead and dispense some justice, ass-kicking, and long-winded lectures on why grown men shouldn't be stealing.

But before he would actually seem too reliable, he did make sure to grab one of the biscuits he'd ordered from his plate, and stuff the whole thing into his mouth. It had been a while since he'd had any real food.

Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

"Wow, I can't believe anywhere outside of the Demon's Realm has Double-Deviled Eggs," Charlotte would say as she carried C-3 in a bucket, letting her slimy companion take a short nap after that meal. They'd had a nice little distraction after their argument in the aqueducts, so now was the time to relax. In fact, she had actually forgotten about Tristan's dumb dull fish eyes for just a moment. of course, seeing his red-head again would remind her that she was still (technically) number two of the party, and seeing two figures move with him peeved her a smidge. She got a say in who could join and hog glory from herself and her glorious displays of...being glorious. While maintaining a firm, yet balanced grip on the bucket, she would approach and peek behind a building, only to see Tristan holding hands with a small girl...who seemed to be in the process of being devoured by a large bat.

"Thank you for agreeing to help me, Mister Tristan. I promise that once we find that alchemist, I won't bother you ever again. U-Unless you want me to. Or if it would cause you bodily harm if I were to not bother you." Nimoa would say, finally taking off her backpack once they were in the shade, allowing Tristan to see all the junk fall free from her backpack. While Nimoa scrambled to pick it all up as she made a sound akin to an embarrassed squeak, he would see the contents were several pouches of blood, presumably animal blood since they all had a label proudly stating: "100% Non-Human! For the last bit of humanity in you!". In addition, a small blacksmith's hammer that was made of some strange pink metal clanged, smashing the cobbled stone that it fell upon. A bundled change of clothes was also present, and beside it was a book titled: "How to Make Friends: An Undead Monstrosity's Guide to Small Talk and Friendship".

Nimoa would scramble it all into her bag, stuffing it in without care as her face got a tinge pink from embarrassment. "Y-You um...didn't see anything." she said, scrambling into the shop before Tristan could get a word in.

Charlotte would hum, smirking as she suddenly appeared behind Tristan. Smugly, she would place her chin above his shoulder and ask: "So, the hero's into little girls? Or maybe its your secret incredibly adorable love child? Either way, vampires are a-okay with me. How's your day been, by the by?" she would ask, taking a step back and bumping into Valkira. "Hey, watch it you...hey wait..." she would say, pointing at Valkira. "You're from that...town...that C-3 is still mad I burnt down. Midboss, right? You look like a midboss."

ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

Theodore Graham, Free Paladin

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Theodore stands at a fairly average Midlander's height of 5'10", with a middling build. In terms of muscular development he's not particularly impressive. His hair is an ashen blonde, and often winds up covering one of his hazel colored eyes.
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Ishgard is a cold place, filled with colder people. In spite of this, Theodore is a notably warm person. He is kind to those whom he hardly knows, courteous to in need of it, and more than willing to draw his blade in defense for what he believes is right. He is however, very naive and easy to fool. More than once, he's found himself aiding "innocents" that turned out to be brigands or other such criminals. Though the events at the Battle of Cartenau did dull his thirst for glory, he cannot help but boast proudly after accomplishing something, and is a fan of friendly competition.

Frankly speaking, he's an idiot. A proud, kind, naive fool that is willing to die for people that he scarcely knows. And he wouldn't want to live any other way.

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Warning: Long

The realm of Coerthas is a harsh, unforgiving icy wasteland, one where only a sole settlement endures to this day. For countless years, dragons and men have waged war against one another. These bloody conflicts continue without any end in sight, and for the average citizen of Ishgard, the thought of avenging the lost is all that keeps them interested in potentially joining the war. That and the lucrative promise of lordship to dragon slayers.

Of course, lordship is merely a pipe dream. Only the most talented at warfare can effectively fell a dragon alone, and wealthiness doesn't allow one to desert the fields of war. Its a place where one is born to die in a never ending conflict against a foe who swears revenge, and in turn, mankind swears revenge as well.

But, none of that really matters. Not to Theodore. Born to a servant's family for house Haillenarte, the boy's future prospects seemed to be limited to the scrubbing of stone floors, and the polishing of the "brave" men and women of the House's arms and armor. It wasn't a bad life, nor an especially hard one given the house's relatively lackluster estate compared to the other three houses. The head of the house was a bit disciplinary, but that just reinforced the idea in Theodore's head that serving was...really all that he was good for.

But, destiny conspires in peculiar ways. Namely, that Haillenarte was really, really damn bad at actually performing their knightly duties. As Skyfire Locks was constantly under siege, even the serving staff started being allowed to sign on to join the proud knights of Haillenarte. With the prospect of an upgrade from servanthood to lordship on the line, Theodore was excited. He'd often read stories of the brave knights of old in the libraries when he had free time, and the prospect of both letting his family live a life of comfort and becoming a hero was more than tantalizing to the young man of 14 years. It was downright seductive.

Of course, knighthood is anything but glamorous. Parking your fully armored arse in the icy outskirts of Coerthas, often fending off Goobbues and wolvevs more than anything remotely resembling a dragon was just a bit dismaying. Just a little. The Stone Vigil to the north was claimed by the dragonic brood, and Haillenarte didn't have the manpower, nor the support to reclaim it. If a knight was lucky, or perhaps foolish enough, they could ambush a Dravanian wyrm and attempt to fell it alone. Many tried, and so few succeeded, that it started being called the "Haillenarte Retirement Plan". Theodore, thankfully, learned well enough that this wasn't the glamorous crusade with promise of profit that he had assumed. This was a dead end...an infuriating, pointless dead end.

This only tempered the youth's thirst for that glory, that desire to better his family's lives. Three years would pass, each draining his resolve more and more. So much so that when the battle of Cartenau erupted to the south, and the Dragonic army of Midgardsormr fell upon the Garlean airships, Theodore felt a stirring in his soul. Not one devoted to the pursuit of wealth and dragon slaying, but of the desire for glory, and to defend his home. After all, Ishgard was part of the Eorzea that the Empire coveted, so if the Battle of Cartenau were to end in the Garleans' victory, they would be but a stone's throw away from Ishgard. As mighty as Ishgard's walls and wards were, the Empire had every possible technological, militaristic, and resource based advantage poised to overtake the whole of Ishgard. Not even the Heavensward, in his mind, could fight off the world's largest empire.

And so, alone, he would desert his post. Likely, he could never return to Ishgard for fear of execution for the crime of desertion. If he could make a difference then and there, he would. If not...it wasn't like the Empire took prisoners. It was either die then and there, or die knowing his home would be taken. And so he would march, a strange, foreign "knight" armed with the most basic of armor, sword, and shield, a temporary addition amongst the Gridanian Woodwailers. Every hand was needed in the fighting, and as Dalamud's red light began to shine down upon the battlefield.

The Garlean army, mighty as it was, proved a fearsome match for the conscripted armies, as well as the free companies of the adventurers. Theodore himself scarcely managed to square off against one Garlean footsoldier, before he found an arrow impale his shoulder. Now without the use of his sword arm, all he could do was throw his all against the next attacker. With shield striking back against steel, he was certain that he would meet his end at the end of a Garlean's blade. As his shield was splintered and his guard broken, he felt time slow as a blade moved against him, ilm by ilm growing closer. He closed his eyes and braced for the end, before the sound of steel clashing and time passing made him realize his life hadn't ended just yet.

A figure clad in white, an Elezen man that towered over him, had caught the blow with his shield. He would bark something to Theodore that he couldn't quite recall, his memory a haze from the battle. All he could remember was putting his sword in his good arm, and continuing to fight, covered by the Elezen paladin.

When Dalamud opened...that was when he felt the specter of death once more loom. Bahamut, the Primal of the Dragons, raged against the battlefield. Flare spells erupted, splitting apart the earth. There was no point in running anymore...no man could fight that thing. At once, he felt himself surrender, sword dropping to the dirt as he collapsed to his knees. Despair wracked his heart, before he felt a hand clasp his shoulder and shake him violently. Another set of words that he couldn't remember. Another rouse to his spirit that bade him to run. And run he would, as the blue lights erupted over the remnants of the battlefield. Flares pursued all upon the fields, and even the paladin's shield proved insufficient to block the primal's powerful attack.

When he awoke, he was half buried in the dirt, the courageous Elezen laying beside him, motionless. His body ached, his eyes burnt, and his limbs felt heavy as iron, but he bade himself to crawl. A hand felt at the man's neck, only to find nothing. No pulse of life, and no warmth. Only the cold embrace of the end had greeted this heroic man, who'd have most certainly survived had he not gone back for Theodore. Something shined within the dirt that caught his eye. Slowly he would reach out, and take grasp of a brilliant blue gemstone with a shield emblazoned on it.

As he ran his gloved fingers over it, he felt runes inscribed in it, in a language he did not know. But as he held it, he felt...at peace, somehow. He knew this had belonged to the paladin beside him, but...the stone made him feel as if it needed him to carry it. He would grasp it tightly in his hand before losing consciousness.

It was a mere stroke of luck that he survived. In the aftermath of Bahamut's defeat and the Garleans' retreat, he was lucky enough to be tended to by the Conjurers of the Twelveswood. Sadly, healing magic could only do so much on its own, and as such he was cooped up for six months while the wound to his shoulder healed.

After a lengthy recovery period in Gridania, Theodore would turn his back to Ishgard once more, taking up the mantle of being an Adventurer...and a free Paladin, one who would honor the tales inscribed upon the soul stone, and to carry on the unknown will of the man he never knew. Now a member of the Adventurers, he would perform various odd jobs for several years, until the day that a flier stuck to a tavern wall caught his eye.

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Favorite Foods: Sohm Al Tart, Shepherd's Pie, and Salmon Muffins

His Ishgardian heritage has given him an inclination to distrust Au Ra, though that's solely due to his lack of interaction with them.

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The Knight of the North

"BEGIN"

As one man's shout rang out, two fighters within the "arena" of the Lancer's guild begain sizing one another up. One, a Hyuran Midlander with hair white as snow, and eyes focused upon his opponent. His opposite, an Elezen Wildwood Woodwailer, bearing the traditional mask of his ocupation. With hair as black as coals and hands tightening on his lance, the Elezen would thrust forward wildly, using rapid thrusts to attempt to back the hyur into a corner.

The momentum he carried was wild at best. After all, the elezen was only ranked as a First Spear, barely better than a fresh recruit. His thrusts kept missing the mark, often easy enough for the Hyur to track with the steel shield clutched in his arm. With one large step, the Elezen attempted to bypass the shield and disarm his opponent...

*CLANG*

The impact of spearhead against shield resounded throughout the Lancer's Guild, as iron ground hard against flat steel and attempted to slide past the defense of the Knight of the North. He had taken a step back, nearly to the wall even. In one swift motion, Theodore would step forward while lowering his posture, pushing the shield upon his arm upwards and away, effectively leaving the Woodwailer recruit completely open. Now ilms from his throat was Theodore's blade, which slowly sunk back to his hip.

Relaxing his stance, the Ishgardian would smile. "That's the biggest thing you need to watch out for with a lance. Its a really good weapon for keeping your distance, but once that distance is breached then you have no choice but to retreat. And the best way to make sure you're unlikely to be caught off guard like that..." he would explain, guiding the recruit's feet and shoulders, so that his left shoulder was facing Theodore.

"Lead with your less dominant hand to guide the spear, when you're on the offensive, then put your dominant hand at the front instead if you're on the defensive. Easier to parry with more control, but easier to thrust with more force in the back. Oh, and make sure you carry something light as a side arm..."

"I think that's enough, Graham. Thanks for the lesson." The Woodwailer's superior, a midlander woman would say, smiling a bit beneath her mask. "Hard to believe you don't even use a spear with all the advice you spout. You ever thought about joining up? The Twin Adders could use a man that can whip recruits up a bit, she would add, giving her fresh recruit a clap on the back that nearly knocked the young Elezen off his feet.

Giving the thought a quick mulling over, Theodore simply shrugged before sheathing his sword at his hip once more. "Its a good offer, but...I'm still not done searching yet. Besides, its a big world. And someone's always in need of a good sword arm or two," he would say, a smile tugging at his cheeks. "Thanks for everything though. Popping in here now and again has helped me improve a lot. Sorry for messing up some of your plans though, Ywain." the paladin would say, bowing to the guild master of the Lancer's Guild.

The Hyuran lancer would give a slight shrug. All were welcome to learn the art of the lance so long as they had the conviction, but he seldom got a request from someone asking for sparring. Ywain had trounced Theodore thoroughly in more than a few sparring sessions, but the score over the past year had netted Theodore a few victories. "In a way, it helps my students to fight people with other weapons. After all, one can hardly call a lancer who's never fought a sword user 'experienced'. Good luck to you."

With all that needed to be said spoken, Theodore would stride out of the guild, still a might bit sore that he never did manage to even the score with Ywain. It was a bit of gil to rent a chocobo all the way to Thanalan, but performing odd jobs in the Black Shroud, especially near the honey yard, had netted him sufficient funds for that and lodgings for a few days when he arrived. He had heard of a free company's formation...or perhaps "reformation" was a more apt description. The "Blessed Twelve" had posters up all within the Gridanian Adventurer's Guild, so it was no surprise that it caught the young paladin's eye.

Whether he would join or not would depend on the characters seeking enlistment. After all, he couldn't judge a free company until he knew what "company" they kept. With that in mind, he would pay the porter with a small sack of gil, and hop upon his assigned Chocobo. He was no stranger to riding them, there were enough times in Coerthas that he would ride upon the birds...and ever since, he couldn't help but love the feeling of riding upon one. the somewhat soft yellow and black plumes, the adorable way their eyes glittered when something sparked their curiosity...perhaps one day, he'd open a chocobo ranch. Even their smell entranced him, the bird he was riding getting a quick sniff on its neck from the Knight before he hopped on.

With a thirst for glory and companionship in his heart, he would ride to the South. To the city of gold, Ul'Dah, where there were no doubt many in need of one willing to fight for what was right, not just for what was profitable.