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Final Fantasy: After the Ashes

@Pyromania99: Accepted.

Final Fantasy: After the Ashes

@thecatinaction: This should be perfectly fine, my only real issue(and it's not at all a dealbreaker) is that his appearance being Gambit from X-men is really distracting. ^^;

But in terms of his abilities and personality and backstory and all that he's perfectly fine.

@Sedjwick: Hmmm. I think I want a little bit more about why his family doesn't like Embria? Not that there can't be a reason, but if you explained a bit more that would give me more tools to integrate character backstories into the plot. Unless you're hiding it for some reason, in which case I would ask you to PM me about it.

Oh, and he should probably have a surname, the only reason Eurie doesn't is something that will be learned later.

Final Fantasy: After the Ashes

I'll take a proper look tomorrow!

Final Fantasy: After the Ashes

Alright, I'll be waiting for that.

Final Fantasy: After the Ashes

@thecatinaction: To begin with, I think you need to describe his personality with some more detail. While you don't even need to go as far as I did, a short paragraph is preferred at least.

The same for his skills.

Final Fantasy: After the Ashes

• Name: Eurie
• Age: 13
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: "I can do it fine by myself." A slender, small, frail-looking girl in her early teens.
• Personality: An isolated girl whose personal skills are somewhat lacking. Eurie's mentality is one that strives for independence in spite of her physical failings. In spite of being socially awkward, she is also temperamental and guarded, and quick to criticize or grow impatient regardless of the situation. Rather than being shy, she is better described as being prickly. She is confident in her ability to protect herself, and yet grows frustrated when her poor health gets in the way of taking action. An easily-angered girl, to say the least. Despite her prickly personality, Eurie is not without soft points. In particular, she is very protective of other children, especially those younger than herself. She is also highly fond of sweets, and loves small animals. She does not deal with anything with more then four limbs very well, and is especially bad with anything with more then six. While she is not without her softer side, Eurie is especially harsh towards anyone who was ever tied to the Alvad military, and is wary of anyone from the former empire.
• Brief Backstory: Eurie is a wanderer, appearing at times in Embrian towns on the edge of the most war-torn locations between Embria and Alvad. She is extremely cagey about her past, though if prompted she may mention her entire village was forced to move by the Alvadian military. Beyond these details, she is highly unlikely to say anything else.
• Skills: Eurie has some basic survival skills, primarily in her ability to render food edible or prepare premade rations. This is not to say that she has any capacity to make food good, just that it will be edible. Probably.
• Abilities: In spite of her young age, Eurie is remarkably potent in the use of magic. Perhaps to a surprising degree, though she still seemingly lacks any sufficient knowledge of spells beyond Fire, Blizzard, and Thunder to be able to cast them freely. Still, her capacity to use magic before requiring rest is considerable, which is perhaps lucky given her physical frailty. In spite of her high magical power and excellent compatibility with lumium, she suffers from poor health. As a result, if too much strain is placed on her she is liable to suffer the consequences, passing out or becoming ill. Regardless, her potency as user of magic cannot be ignored and in a combat scenario it is ideal for her to be providing ranged offense. Her compatibility with spells that are not directly related to offense is very low.
  • Limit Break - Megaflare: A spell normally inaccessible to humanity, magic in the territory of a certain divine spirit. In spite of her seeming novice magical knowledge, Eurie channels an enormous amount of magical energy and releases a beam of white-hot flame, tearing through even solid steel in a single blast. An attack of last resort that places significant strain on Eurie's body, as even the use of ethers cannot recover the toll it takes on her already weak constitution and she is forced to rest in order to recover.
• Equipment: A lumium-infused staff, a typical basic piece of equipment for those who purely use magic as a means to attack. Though she's unlikely to ask unless prompted, she'd like something a little more impressive.

I considered my options and decided playing a party member myself would be the best way to implement certain plot elements.

Final Fantasy: After the Ashes

I'll still use the OOC for pending signups and acceptances, but otherwise discussion will take place in the discord.

Final Fantasy: After the Ashes

How does everyone feel about getting a discord set up for discussing the RP?

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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Fanilly was struggling to understand what she was seeing.

"Mercenaries? Then they were looting the bodies, but how did they..."

She trailed off. Had these Golden Boars killed off the fort's guards? But how had they managed it? She shifted uneasily on the back of her horse, hands gripping at the reins. With no signs of an attack on the fort itself, just how had they managed this? Had they infiltrated prior? But even if they had, a scene of carnage like this precluded the possibility of some kind of perfect stealthy assassination of the fort's occupants.

How had the soldiers died in such numbers?

"Oh? Well, I think you can count the number of Boar bastards I slaughtered by their wounds," commented Alette, cocking her head to one side with a smirk. Indeed, a considerable number of the tattooed corpses had been dispatched with swift, precise spear thrusts that had opened holes in their necks or torsos, "But that fool with the crossbow had tried to ambush me after the rest of his cohorts were dead, so I broke off to finish him."

She shrugged.

"If he'd just run he'd probably still be alive. Idiot."

It was clear she was evading the question of her employer, which was really to be expected. Mercenaries who went outing their employers' identities at the drop of a hat weren't liable to look to good to those in need of their services.

As she spoke, she glanced towards Maritza.

"Oiii, Bors," she called suddenly, "Want to come out?"

With that, the door opposite the main entrance to the innards of the fort swung open, and from within emerged one of the largest people Fanilly had ever seen. She didn't even know if he was a person, at first. Her initial assumption was that he was some sort of gigantic iron golem, clad head to two in dark gray plate and standing several heads taller then even the tallest knight.

He had barely managed to squeeze himself out of the fort.

When he spoke, his voice was like thunder.

"Very well, captain," he replied, calmly, "I see all has gone well."

After getting over the sheer size of the mercenary that had emerged, it was easy to understand what was going on, to Fanilly. Alette had noticed Maritza's movements and responded by calling quite possibly one of the single most threatening mercenaries she had at her disposal, just in case, even it it appeared no violence was likely to ensue.

"That it has!" declared Alette with a grin, "The virgin rose captain here seems pretty reasonable."

If the situation had been less serious, Fanilly would have buried her face in her hands and screamed. Why had the mercenary chosen to describe her like that?

But...

This situation was far too grim to express such feelings. Any embarrassment she felt was buried under her fears over what had occurred here.

"... Putting that aside," she began, "What happened here?"

Alette's cocky grin faded. For a moment, her smug, playful attitude seemed to dissipate.

"I've seen plenty of dead, but this is different."

Within the fort, the situation was far worse.

Soldiers in Thaln's colors lay dead, haphazardly scattered across the floor. Some were slumped on tables, throats slit, or swords buried in their backs. Others had been beaten, some killed seemingly in the middle of a fist fight with a fellow soldier. Two soldiers had died on one another's swords. Some had been taken by surprise, others had died fighting among one another.

A few of the mercenaries under Alette's command were visible here, as well, searching for something other than corpses. Among them was an exceptionally pale, almost bleached white woman in leather armor. She was far more pale then the Shark herself, looking as if she was truly dead, carefully searching drawers. Her long, wavy, pale hair hung to her waist, and she was practically adorned with knives.

One thing was clear, if it hadn't been already.

The soldiers of Thaln...

"... They all killed each other."

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Final Fantasy: After the Ashes

@thecatinaction: Great, looking forward to it!