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As One | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Rain, we're going to put up our other sheets later. Jakki is good for now. ^^

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

The fight started before they could say anything else to each other. Logan took the burly axe-man, while Lumara faced the taller, skinnier swordsman. Her eyes narrowed as she roughly grinded her teeth. No wonder why they’ve been so tough to take out. These people are members of the Riders of Dawn. the grip on her lance tightened, and her hands began to scream with the ache of going through so much pressure. She remembered her bandit family, how they were wiped out by these maggots. The tip of her Killer Lance gleamed dangerously in the hot, Plegian sun as she pointed it at the swordsman. His pale eyes glimmered with malice as he shot forward, swinging his blade and attempting to slice open her belly.

Lumara was quick. She sprang backwards faster than a startled rabbit and swung her lance. It was long and clumsy to wield in this kind of combat, but at least she had something to fight with. The man was hit with the pole, causing a little damage. He grunted, and sprang back as well. The two circled each other like vicious wolves before they shot toward each other again. Lumara dodged the man’s sword as it came for her chest, and he easily sidestepped the route of her lance’s blade. This man was quick, but she was just as quick.

All I have to do is make him angry. she looked at the ground. Even if I have to fight dirty, I’ll win.

With that, she suddenly kicked up her foot, spraying dust and grit and sand into the man’s face. He cried out as he staggered backwards, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand. This childish reaction gave Lumara a clear opening. Screaming a battle cry, she sprinted toward him with her lance, and smacked straight into him with the tip. The lance’s tip shot straight through his form after digging into his abdomen. He coughed out blood, and sank to the floor.

With a scowl, she glanced up at Logan. His face was beaten up. ”Oh, look, your face is even uglier than it once was.” her voice at the moment was unusually bitter, but she ripped off a strip of fabric from her clothes and tossed it at him. ”Clean yourself up.”

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The Varia aren't going to make an appearance, but you can always ask Sol ^^

The link to the OCC is either on the page before this or the other page.

Will you be active? And will you be able to make grammatically correct posts raging from two to three paragraphs in size?

As One | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Certain right hand man.
THAT'S BECAUSE HE LOVES ME MORE-

JK. That's good! XD

I wonder how Sonya is gonna be when she finds out Cyril is gonna take his place. XD

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You can always take a subordinate. ^^

Song of Betrayal | Fire Emblem

Yeah, it is. Will post tomorrow as I was doing collabs tonight.

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As One | Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Name: Fionn Breckenridge
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Wales
Role: To be subordinate
Flame: N/A (yet; in the future may bear Rain/Sun)
Weapon/Fighting Style: Eventually the Claymore. Fionn’s strength shows when he’s in direct combat.
Appearance: Fionn’s fourteen year old self has bushy and messy locks of bright blond hair which fall slightly over his ears. Despite being fourteen, he is taller than most boys his age. Standing at 5’8 and weighing in at 157 pounds, Fionn obviously has much more growing to do. At this age, his body shows the potential to grow into a broad shouldered, physically strong man. At twenty four years old, Fionn displays such an appearance. The Welsh teenager that hardly spoke up before has grown to a whopping height of 6’2, towering over most enemies and friends alike. His weight increased to about 178 or 179 pounds. His hair is just as messy, and his eyes are just as amber as his present self. His arms and legs show signs of going through physical activity. Scars that range in size litter his form.
Personality: Fionn is an introvert. He flinches away at most human interaction and will often burrow himself away in his home after an embarrassing moment in public. Every time someone that isn’t his mother, father, or friend talks to him, his shoulders tense up and he almost always avoids eye contact. This is especially so with people of the opposite sex, his age or not. He stutters and falters when he does talk, making him a prime target for bullies at school. Despite being shy, Fionn has a high academic average. The young lad seems to always get the highest score on exams, difficult or not. With his close group of friends, he is sweet and mellow, often putting others before himself. Some may call him ‘little shadow’, referring to how he usually follows his friends around and always sticks to their side no matter what.
Even though Fionn might be a shy little man that just might be a little too clingy, he displays an overwhelming sense of maturity. When friends get into an argument with each other, he usually acts as the mediator. It is then when Fionn’s voice becomes firm and determined, and not like the shaking little leaf it was before. When conflict cannot be prevented, he stands to the side and only interrupts the fight or heated disagreement when he believes it is going too far. One might think that Fionn barging into a fist fight is the least of their worries, but Fionn proves differently. He has been known to deliver punches so strong that they usually knock the wind out of you the first time.
With foes, Fionn acts no differently. He will often try to avoid conflict; if it can’t be, he will stand to the side and only impede when he believes that his friends are in serious danger.
His obliviousness to specific events is almost painful to witness at times.
History: Fionn was born in the countryside of Wales to an Italian father and a Welsh mother. He was the youngest (and weakest) of all of his eight brothers and sisters. As he grew up, he was bullied by his brothers and teased by his sisters. Fionn knew that, in order to fit in with his siblings, he would have to become as strong as his brothers and as hardworking as his sisters. And so, the young boy ate all that provided nutritional value to him, and trekked out into the fields to help his brothers at the young age of eight. Farm work was tough, but he believed that it was worth it. His siblings soon saw him as a true “man” and did not bully or “pull his leg” any longer.
When he was ten, most of his kin had left their small home to start new lives with their own spouses. Fionn was left alone with his mother and father, and had to do thrice the work he did before. Without all of the extra pairs of hands, his father and he could not tend to the farm on their lonesome. Luckily, the family had enough money to move from the countryside of Wales, and traveled to Italy when he was twelve. They moved in with his older brother, who had recently gotten married and lived in Trespiano. Even though there were not many fair people in Venice, the Breckenridge family soon got used to their new home.
Overview: Fionn Breckenbridge is a Welsh-Italian tall youth of fourteen. He is very shy and awkward with people that aren’t his blood or friends. Fionn is possibly the smartest kid in his class. When there is conflict, he usually acts as the mediator. He is also very oblivious at times…
Other: “Truth is, everyone hurts you at times. You just gotta find someone worth suffering for.”

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I just left ya hanging. XD

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Username: Dragon
Name: Cyril Leggieri
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Italy [more specifically, Lipari, Sicily].
Role: Student -> Subordinate -> Future Eleventh Generation Storm Ring Guardian.
Flame: Storm
Weapon/Fighting Style: Will be Chakrams; currently, he has no weapons and fights like a normal teenager- with his fists.
Appearance: At fifteen years old, Cyril has long hair that goes a bit past his neck. The young man is approximately 5’7—not necessarily tall, but he doesn’t care much for height. His physique is slender and built perfectly for someone who relies on speed. Even though he’s scrawny, one shouldn’t mess with Cyril. At twenty five years old (person on the right), his hair has become longer to the point where he can’t stand keeping it loose anymore; he keeps his rowdy hair tied up in a taut ponytail. Cyril continued to grow until he reached 5’9, yet he became a mere 136 pound man. It is obvious that Cyril has a small frame, even in his adult form.
Personality: Young Cyril is dark and humorless with people who don’t know him well. His face is usually set at a deadpanned expression. Exasperated sighs, annoyed grunts, and light hums as he gathers his thoughts are the only things that show that he actually has feelings and thinks about things other than being solemn. Sometimes a wry grin or a sarcastic bark of a chuckle escapes his lips when someone dares confront or annoy him. Despite taking on a very aggressive appearance, Cyril has an amazing amount of patience. He allows people to curse and spit at him, shoving his anger, fear, frustration, annoyance, and other feelings deep inside himself. Yet, even someone as patient as Cyril has a breaking point. All of bottled rage can spill out at any time, however, he tries to keep such “moments” as fuel in battle. Depending on the amount of feelings he’s closed away, he could be the first or last to strike in an encounter with an enemy. In combat, he is almost purely offensive, lest he have to block or defend a particularly powerful blow.
Even though Leggieri seems like a bland youth, he has a couple of quirks that don’t sit well with him. He easily blushes, which often makes him frustrated and adds more fuel to his inner fire. He also draws random doodles on the sides of his notes and chews on pencils.
Cyril only shows his mischievous and playful side to his aunt.
History: Cyril was born in Lipari to a subordinate of a very small Family. Being the only child, he was very pampered and spoiled. His parents would give him whatever he asked for. Yet, the younger years of his life were very lonely—he had no one his age to play with. Thus, he began spending his time reading books, drawing, and even writing. His sloppy artwork and crude stories began to evolve when he was around ten. It was at this time that he created very imaginative—and legible—stories of his own. Though, it was also around this time that his father began to show him how to fight and behave like a proper Mafioso. Cyril found that he had less and less time to draw, read, or write, and this didn’t bode well with him. He was not interested in becoming part of the Family. When he told his parents, they paid him no heed. Cyril’s father continued to train him until he was about twelve. Frustrated at his predicament, and after having suffered under his father’s lessons for two years, he fled from his home in Lipari with only the clothes on his back and a pocket full of money. He used said money to travel to Trespiano, where he found his aunt. His aunt welcomed him with open arms and allowed him to stay at her home for as long as he needed.
Cyril believed that his father would send someone after him, but none of the members of the Family back in Lipari ever showed up in Trespiano. The young man returned to his calm life style of drawing, reading, and writing. His aunt, of course, enrolled him in the local middle school in order for him to receive a proper education. Cyril picked up a few more hobbies, such as playing video games and (occasionally) playing the violin.
Overview: Cyril Leggieri is a dark haired, dark eyed fifteen year old who seems like he doesn’t know how to smile. His battle philosophy is “take no prisoners”. Born in Lipari, he fled to Trespiano at a young age and currently lives with his aunt.
Other: “My aunt says that I should forgive my enemies. Now, where’s the fun in that?”