Yam I Am

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

_{Interacting With:@Ithradine}

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Elevinthia always made a specific point to ride her own horse to and from everywhere she was required to be. She nary employed carriage or ferry - only when required by savoir-faire. She spared herself any servants or ladies-in-waiting. Those, to her, were the affairs of others, who could not in turn showcase even the slightest willingness to perform the most basic of tasks. That was a clear discomfort; One that Elevinthia had no interest in displaying, and one less weakness to parade about like it were something to take pride in. No - Lady Elevinthia performed most all of her own duties no matter how trivial, and made sure to let this be known: She was not one to be treated like a whelping schoolgirl, nor the likes apropos delicate princesses of faraway courts.

She took specific time to note all of her perspective classmates, eyeing them all up, one by one. She had to levy her eyes downwards to get a full view of most all of them: To be expected. Elevinthia couldn't hide her satisfied smirk. There was little hiding the fact that she took great pleasure in her immense height, and always found it so delightfully quaint when no others could quite measure up to her stature. At the end of her visual tour, Lady Pernachis cupped he hands together as she concluded and left, if not satisfied, then at least placated at what she had seen.

Only the largest of the bunch - a hulking mass of a man - matched her in height. Elevinthia frowned, noting the sheer magnitude of his bearing...and how she did not quite match. Humph. Secretly, she doubted his status as a student, believing that he was rather a retainer of some ilk, but soon dismissed the thought in her mind and simply made notice of the fellow before she had moved on.

Another had caught her eye, for lack of good grace in speaking, she thought with a light chuckle. The white-haired gentleman had his eye missing. Elevinthia hoped dearly it was for disease or accident - not for lack of skill. There was some mixture of what to think on this fellow, for part of her had felt some sympathy for the man, but only in the abstract: Elevinthia did not particularly care for whatever the station or feeling that he was feeling - here and now - but only in the story of how he came to be of monovisual constitution. She knew better than to ask directly.

There were more familiar faces to come, adjoined on their sides and in backgrounds. Another caught her curiosity: A raven-haired man, where he made general pleasantries to those in his company in light tones. Her eye slanted, narrowing to suspicion. To her, he had seemed oddly familiar, as if she had seen him before in passing, long, long ago. Yet she could make no recall of wherever this occasion was, and was left only with the hazy inkling. She would find out later, she noted, and moved her gaze onward throughout the little band.

She felt a compulsion to act on her instinct, wanting to know just where this hazy instinct came from. Elevinthia made ordained approach unto him, introducing herself with all the details in line: Proper, with a slight grin so just as to be warm but not assertive - with her posture so perfectly straight as to let it be known that she still just inched above him.

"Quite the lot, don't you think?" she introduced, flashing him a perfectly-practiced smile. Elevinthia offered him her hand.

"Elevinthia, of Pernachis. Perchance, have we been acquainted?"

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Elevinthia Alexandra Pernachis

_______________________________________________ Dossier - Full Name - Elevinthia Alexandra Pernachis Alias - Levia Age - 18 Birth Date - 21st Hallowed Moon, 762 Origin - Cretus Status - Heir to the Barony of Pernachi Crest - Minor Crest of Valyra Height - 6'3" / 188cm Weight - 178 lbs / 81kg - Class Info - Starting Class - Noble Preferred Fighting Style - Black Magic / Reason Equipment - Training Axe, Vulnerary Learned Spells - Mire, Thunder Personal Info - Interests - Singing & Dancing - Court Intrigue & Drama - Jewelry - Cryptothaumaturgy Likes - An evening of drink with good company - Coffee & cigarettes - Rainy weather - Dashing boys - Stunning girls - Sweet, sweet vengeance Dislikes . - Stubborn people - Disagreeable people - Being one-upped or outshined - People who insist that dark magic is pure evil - Being "voluntold" to do things

Appearance◢ Elevtheria is a simply commanding presence - Even by the metrics of her own family does she stand a full head taller than even her own older brother, only made taller with platformed boots and heeled shoes. Her faint, glowing smile is matched by a piercing set of crimson eyes, set with the stare of cold, prying analysis of one's every last move and bearing to glean for any usefulness. She keeps her uniform always presentable and in the most current fashion, enough such that all may behold it while in her presence. Personality◢ Indefatigable purpose, altitudinous ambition, silver of tongue, dual of heart - all admirable traits for the nobility of Cretus, and Levinthia possesses them all. Of all the Pernachis, Elevinthia by far possesses the most pure of hearts of her family. Compared to the likes of her hellion brother, her acrimonious sister, or the infinite scorn possessed in the barbed tongues and steeled hearts of Baron and Baroness Pernachis, Levinthia is a cherub capable of only kindness and amity. To those whose company she has taken fondness to, Levinthia makes sure to treat well, ensuring they are constantly pampered with inexhaustible supplies of gifts so perfect - down to the most minute detail - so as to think she may as well be utterly Delphian in her knowledge of her friends. Make no mistake, for Elevinthia is still a Pernachis: Levinthia is - for all her stipulation of savoir-faire, diligence and honor - notoriously foul of temper, known to harbor spite in her heart and grudge in her soul, holding onto countless vindications until appropriate revenge or apology is delivered unto her. While one is in her good graces, Levinthia is a righteous accomplice and honest friend, a true companion and invaluable ally. While one is not - a bad penny always turns up. Background Information ◢ It is nothing short of a miracle that Elevinthia has turned out as well as she has: By in large reasonable, comparatively tempered, cunning - and crested, at that. Baron Pernachis is a flamboyant, aggressive one, belligerent in demeanor in ways not unlike an intrepid wyvern guarding its homeland. The villagers often spoke in hushed rumor that the Baron of Pernachis, together with his wicked wife, one night made pact in the Witching Hour to cling to what remained of their hold, steadfast and praying to whichever fell God might listen that their hold would last for a thousand years longer; No matter how petty. Baroness Pernachis was the worse of the two; Her temperament was so easily inflamed that many believed her to be utterly insane. With parentage the likes of hers in a land brimming with constant feuding, it comes as little surprise that Elevinthia knew from birth what was set out for her, for anything meaningful to come would need to be made of her own volition. The Pernachis family is the barony beneath the patronage of Valyra - one of the hundreds of tiny landed nobility dotting the country, owing fealty to theirs higher in status and often at their mercy. Inch by inch, field by field, acre by acre the rightful tithes of Pernachis have been scratched and clawed away from their family. Elevtheria knows that the place for Pernachis is not in the reclamation of their petty fiefdom: No. It lie far, far beyond, in the keeps of Solitaire, where every last inch dredged from her ancestry would be repaid by the skullduggery til it all rightfully become theirs. The Wyvern of Pernachis shall roar before all of Cretus, and dirk and poison must provide what word and parchment cannot. For Elevinthia, there is much, much work to be done.

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Ok so since Stuff dragged me back into RPing I arrive, fashionably late.
EDIT: Spelling is hard

Elevinthia Alexandra Pernachis

_______________________________________________ Dossier - Full Name - Elevinthia Alexandra Pernachis Alias - Levia Age - 18 Birth Date - 21st Hallowed Moon, 762 Origin - Cretus Status - Heir to the Barony of Pernachi Crest - Minor Crest of Valyra Height - 6'3" / 188cm Weight - 178 lbs / 81kg - Class Info - Starting Class - Noble Preferred Fighting Style - Black Magic / Reason Equipment - Training Axe, Vulnerary Learned Spells - Mire, Thunder Personal Info - Interests - Singing & Dancing - Court Intrigue & Drama - Jewelry - Cryptothaumaturgy Likes - An evening of drink with good company - Coffee & cigarettes - Rainy weather - Dashing boys - Stunning girls - Sweet, sweet vengeance Dislikes. - Stubborn people - Disagreeable people - Being one-upped or outshined - People who insist that dark magic is pure evil - Being "voluntold" to do things

Appearance◢ Elevtheria is a simply commanding presence - Even by the metrics of her own family does she stand a full head taller than even her own older brother, only made taller with platformed boots and heeled shoes. Her faint, glowing smile is matched by a piercing set of crimson eyes, set with the stare of cold, prying analysis of one's every last move and bearing to glean for any usefulness. She keeps her uniform always presentable and in the most current fashion, enough such that all may behold it while in her presence. Personality◢ Indefatigable purpose, altitudinous ambition, silver of tongue, dual of heart - all admirable traits for the nobility of Cretus, and Levinthia possesses them all. Of all the Pernachis, Elevinthia by far possesses the most pure of hearts of her family. Compared to the likes of her hellion brother, her acrimonious sister, or the infinite scorn possessed in the barbed tongues and steeled hearts of Baron and Baroness Pernachis, Levinthia is a cherub capable of only kindness and amity. To those whose company she has taken fondness to, Levinthia makes sure to treat well, ensuring they are constantly pampered with inexhaustible supplies of gifts so perfect - down to the most minute detail - so as to think she may as well be utterly Delphian in her knowledge of her friends. Make no mistake, for Elevinthia is still a Pernachis: Levinthia is - for all her stipulation of savoir-faire, diligence and honor - notoriously foul of temper, known to harbor spite in her heart and grudge in her soul, holding onto countless vindications until appropriate revenge or apology is delivered unto her. While one is in her good graces, Levinthia is a righteous accomplice and honest friend, a true companion and invaluable ally. While one is not - a bad penny always turns up. Background Information ◢ It is nothing short of a miracle that Elevinthia has turned out as well as she has: By in large reasonable, comparatively tempered, cunning - and crested, at that. Baron Pernachis is a flamboyant, aggressive one, belligerent in demeanor in ways not unlike an intrepid wyvern guarding its homeland. The villagers often spoke in hushed rumor that the Baron of Pernachis, together with his wicked wife, one night made pact in the Witching Hour to cling to what remained of their hold, steadfast and praying to whichever fell God might listen that their hold would last for a thousand years longer; No matter how petty. Baroness Pernachis was the worse of the two; Her temperament was so easily inflamed that many believed her to be utterly insane. With parentage the likes of hers in a land brimming with constant feuding, it comes as little surprise that Elevinthia knew from birth what was set out for her, for anything meaningful to come would need to be made of her own volition. The Pernachis family is the barony beneath the patronage of Valyra - one of the hundreds of tiny landed nobility dotting the country, owing fealty to theirs higher in status and often at their mercy. Inch by inch, field by field, acre by acre the rightful tithes of Pernachis have been scratched and clawed away from their family. Elevtheria knows that the place for Pernachis is not in the reclamation of their petty fiefdom: No. It lie far, far beyond, in the keeps of Solitaire, where every last inch dredged from her ancestry would be repaid by the skullduggery til it all rightfully become theirs. The Wyvern of Pernachis shall roar before all of Cretus, and dirk and poison must provide what word and parchment cannot. For Elevinthia, there is much, much work to be done.

~ AoT - The Western Siege ~ [OPEN]

Kai Falkner

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This is what I could finish before PDN crashed and my stupid ass forgot to save the file.

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Name
Kai Falkner

Gender
Male

Age
19 (Currently)

Sexuality
Sexy

Ethnicity

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Height
5'9" / 175 cm

Personality
The forte he's most proud of, Kai is always an advocate for being a hard worker - when he's not the one doing the work. Since he was a child, Kai has tried to weasel his way out of anything that needs doing, either putting it off for later or getting someone else to do the job for him, and after years of practice, Kai is very deft at charming or excusing his way out of things. If you believe that this in any way deters him from bragging about his accomplishments, you'd be wrong; Kai will be the first to remind you about, "how he was the one who did it last time".

Kai began smoking at the age of seven and drinking at the age of thirteen. Those who know him well enough (for better or for worse) likewise know that you can typically goad him into doing something in exchange for a smoke.

To his credit, Kai isn't without altruism or value for labour. When a task is pressing or a friend is in need, Kai is willing (but not eager) to lend a helping hand. He does, however, live by the mantra that, "He helps those who help themselves", and tends to prioritize that his own needs are met before others. If one so desires, Kai will also be sure to bequeath some of his wisdom" on others, offering advice on getting "in the know".

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Branch
Trainee Corps

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Biography
Born the middle child of poor farmers on the outskirts of the walls, not much was expected to come from Kai in earnest. From the moment he was born, it was assumed that he would take up the generational life of agrarianism, working, living, and ultimately dying before passing on the torch to his children - potatoes, beats, cabbage, rye, and the real money-maker, tobacco. He'd do it all on the same plot of land that his family had for generations. The youngest of the lot was an infirm little girl, a tad too small and a touch to frail to walk for long. Kai and his older brother would be relegated to doing most of the farmhand's labour.

Kai learned early to always take shortcuts with work. If there was a means to get something and get it quicker, he'd learn it inside, outside, upside, downside. Kai got out of tilling, turning, harvesting, pulping, rolling, planting, you name it, he got his older brother or one of the other farmhands to do it. The only thing he would always do without any ifs or buts was go out to the market. He'd always sell whole bushels and come back with beer casks full of salt and spice and the coffers still most of the way full. His mother never knew how he did it. His dad would always say he'd find out and that he knew Kai was always up to no good, and on the day he found out he'd tan Kai's hide so bad the markets would use his ass for sheepskin parchment. He could never prove it. Life was good.

It was, until the breach.

The day the walls came down was the day that the Falkners may as well have taken a torch to their furnace and burned the whole fields themselves: Because before they could take the initiative, a good neighbour to their south in between fits of screaming panic lit their good iron sconces and tossed them into the Falkner Fields.

It was for their own good, of course. The titans never made it to the house, but just beyond the charcoal clouds and a sea of fire, Kai and his siblings watched from their porch: A hundred giant, deformed giants, picking up people like they were bushels of grain and eating them whole. His mother didn't come out; She just sat near their fireplace and cried the whole time, praying frantically it'd all go away, a bad dream she needed to wake up from. Dad sat in his rocking chair the whole time, plugging away jar after jar of rye whiskey as he waited for the end to come when it did. He wasn't in any rush.

And by the time of the end, the Falkners walked out onto their decrepit farm, their neighbours huddled still in the basement, and - exhausted - took inventory... No more grain, no more tobacco, no more maize or turnips or chickens or rye. Gone, all gone. Just char-black charcoal fields and the rest of the grain trampled and uprooted by giant footsteps.

Even the recovery would be brutal for the family. What was left of the good soil was maybe a third of what they'd usually have had, and the rest of it would take too long to recover from the burns. A year, two years maybe, they'd guessed. They went all in on the tobacco crop, and they paid for it. Bad harvest that year. Spring was drier than usual and the summer was too cloudy.

It was then that Kai - and everyone else of the Falkners - knew there wasn't any more future here in agriculture. Mum and dad would try to His older brother would go on working for some factory job doing furniture and woodwork, and Kai would go onto the army. His youngest sister, God would look out for for. Always did.

When Kai was enlisting, he neither knew the divisions of any of the armed branches nor paid any mind - to him, soldiering was soldiering and looking good with swords and a gear was probably better money than he'd get in a lifetime of cutting up tobacco and grain in the hot sun for a loaf of bread a day. And when the bureau-men would beat around the bush and ask all sorts of questions about how well he could read and if he'd ever broken bones or whatnot, Kai would dismiss all that drivel and tell them to "just sign him up for the damn infantry".

Of course, had no clue what he was in for.

Affiliations / Relationships

• Aran Falkner - Father
• Priscilla Falkner - Mother
• Kirk Falkner - Older Brother
• Karina Falkner - Younger Sister

~ AoT - The Western Siege ~ [OPEN]

<Snipped quote by LetMeDoStuff>

John Roleplay II: The Reboot.

@SaintJiub

John Roleplay: Rebootening

~ AoT - The Western Siege ~ [OPEN]

You've dragged me out of retirement. Congratulations. Now that SXSW is over and i'm marginally less busy here's my CS done

Character Sheet

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This is what I could finish before PDN crashed and my stupid ass forgot to save the file.

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Name
Kai Falkner

Gender
Male

Age
19 (Currently)

Sexuality
Sexy

Ethnicity

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Height
5'9" / 175 cm

Personality
The forte he's most proud of, Kai is always an advocate for being a hard worker - when he's not the one doing the work. Since he was a child, Kai has tried to weasel his way out of anything that needs doing, either putting it off for later or getting someone else to do the job for him, and after years of practice, Kai is very deft at charming or excusing his way out of things. If you believe that this in any way deters him from bragging about his accomplishments, you'd be wrong; Kai will be the first to remind you about, "how he was the one who did it last time".

Kai began smoking at the age of seven and drinking at the age of thirteen. Those who know him well enough (for better or for worse) likewise know that you can typically goad him into doing something in exchange for a smoke.

To his credit, Kai isn't without altruism or value for labour. When a task is pressing or a friend is in need, Kai is willing (but not eager) to lend a helping hand. He does, however, live by the mantra that, "He helps those who help themselves", and tends to prioritize that his own needs are met before others. If one so desires, Kai will also be sure to bequeath some of his wisdom" on others, offering advice on getting "in the know".

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Branch
Trainee Corps

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Biography
Born the middle child of poor farmers on the outskirts of the walls, not much was expected to come from Kai in earnest. From the moment he was born, it was assumed that he would take up the generational life of agrarianism, working, living, and ultimately dying before passing on the torch to his children - potatoes, beats, cabbage, rye, and the real money-maker, tobacco. He'd do it all on the same plot of land that his family had for generations. The youngest of the lot was an infirm little girl, a tad too small and a touch to frail to walk for long. Kai and his older brother would be relegated to doing most of the farmhand's labour.

Kai learned early to always take shortcuts with work. If there was a means to get something and get it quicker, he'd learn it inside, outside, upside, downside. Kai got out of tilling, turning, harvesting, pulping, rolling, planting, you name it, he got his older brother or one of the other farmhands to do it. The only thing he would always do without any ifs or buts was go out to the market. He'd always sell whole bushels and come back with beer casks full of salt and spice and the coffers still most of the way full. His mother never knew how he did it. His dad would always say he'd find out and that he knew Kai was always up to no good, and on the day he found out he'd tan Kai's hide so bad the markets would use his ass for sheepskin parchment. He could never prove it. Life was good.

It was, until the breach.

The day the walls came down was the day that the Falkners may as well have taken a torch to their furnace and burned the whole fields themselves: Because before they could take the initiative, a good neighbour to their south in between fits of screaming panic lit their good iron sconces and tossed them into the Falkner Fields.

It was for their own good, of course. The titans never made it to the house, but just beyond the charcoal clouds and a sea of fire, Kai and his siblings watched from their porch: A hundred giant, deformed giants, picking up people like they were bushels of grain and eating them whole. His mother didn't come out; She just sat near their fireplace and cried the whole time, praying frantically it'd all go away, a bad dream she needed to wake up from. Dad sat in his rocking chair the whole time, plugging away jar after jar of rye whiskey as he waited for the end to come when it did. He wasn't in any rush.

And by the time of the end, the Falkners walked out onto their decrepit farm, their neighbours huddled still in the basement, and - exhausted - took inventory... No more grain, no more tobacco, no more maize or turnips or chickens or rye. Gone, all gone. Just char-black charcoal fields and the rest of the grain trampled and uprooted by giant footsteps.

Even the recovery would be brutal for the family. What was left of the good soil was maybe a third of what they'd usually have had, and the rest of it would take too long to recover from the burns. A year, two years maybe, they'd guessed. They went all in on the tobacco crop, and they paid for it. Bad harvest that year. Spring was drier than usual and the summer was too cloudy.

It was then that Kai - and everyone else of the Falkners - knew there wasn't any more future here in agriculture. Mum and dad would try to His older brother would go on working for some factory job doing furniture and woodwork, and Kai would go onto the army. His youngest sister, God would look out for for. Always did.

When Kai was enlisting, he neither knew the divisions of any of the armed branches nor paid any mind - to him, soldiering was soldiering and looking good with swords and a gear was probably better money than he'd get in a lifetime of cutting up tobacco and grain in the hot sun for a loaf of bread a day. And when the bureau-men would beat around the bush and ask all sorts of questions about how well he could read and if he'd ever broken bones or whatnot, Kai would dismiss all that drivel and tell them to "just sign him up for the damn infantry".

Of course, had no clue what he was in for.

Affiliations / Relationships

• Aran Falkner - Father
• Priscilla Falkner - Mother
• Kirk Falkner - Older Brother
• Karina Falkner - Younger Sister

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

I, shockingly, don't need your food for thought. I, respectfully, offered a counterargument and solution to Vita. Not you.

If Vita says, my counterargument and offered solution won't work, so be it. Plenty of other ideas. But, trust me, I don't need yours.

@Enkryption

Poking my head back in from out of retirement to say that you should probably shut up before you make things worse for yourself.

See You Space Cowboy...

_{Before you ask - I got the title because that's the band i'm listening to right now.}

So as some of you guys i've talked to already know - i've been working on a video game as a pet project of mine for a little over a year now. I had brought it up in discussion a few times with some colleagues of mine - and I just got word the other day that a lot of them are interested in becoming investors in the creation of an indie studio, with me at the helm and this as our flagship project! While I can't disclose the contents of the project quite yet, this has definitely been a HUGE vote of confidence for getting this project off the ground!

Now, this also means: I'm going to be taking an indefinite hiatus from Roleplaying - and this site - for a while. I can't really give a timeframe on when (or if) i'll be really back and active. I've met some amazing people on here years ago that I still talk to on a daily basis, and there's tons more of super creative folks around here that I haven't ever gotten the chance to even talk to personally, and i'll always keep this place near and dear to my heart for those folks and feels.

I'm usually not one for super long goodbyes, so...yeah. Guess i'll just go off into the cosmos.

See You Space Cowboy...

Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝)

<Snipped quote by Yam I Am>

To be fair, character selection only just started today.

@hatakekuro

Please. On RPG we have no time to discuss such trivial topics such as "fairness", "equity", "writing quality", or "coherency" in Persona roleplay.

Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝)

>481 OOC posts
>3 CS posts
>0 IC posts

Honestly, this is just the most perfect encapsulation of Persona RP.