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  1. Name :
    Alisa Perar
    Nicknames :
    Little Princess, called by her father.
    Gender :
    Female
    Age and birthday :
    Born in the year 1293, on 6th of October. Thus 9 years old.
    Origin :
    Born in Deliar and is from lower nobility, daughter of Vincent and Aveline Perar.


    Length and build :
    Around 1.45 cm, slim build.
    Weight :
    Weighs around 40 kg.
    Sexuality :
    Too young at the moment,
    Though she thinks boys smell.



    Appearances :
    [​IMG]
    Alisa has inherit the red hair and blue eyes from her mother. Her father has often told her that she also resembles her mother greatly with her laugh and smile.

    Occupation :

    Currently being educated to become a mere lady in waiting. Something she finds horrible.


    Favorite phrase/saying :
    '“It is better to remain silent at the risk of being thought a fool, than to talk and remove all doubt of it.”

    A saying that reminds her of her father.


    Favorite Food :
    She loves fruit, most specially apples. Red ones as she often jokes that they remind her of autumn, her favorite season.


    Favorite Weather and Season :
    She loves it when it rains and Autumn, for the fact that the leaves changes to other colors than just green.


    Patron God/Goddess :
    Miri, for the myths and legends she appear in. That and after hearing Griffons are her servants, she loves to hear tales about them.


    Personality :
    Quite the stubborn person she is. Once Alisa has something in mind, she tries to get it and sometimes goes to long ends to try to achieve or get something. If not, she ends up being grumpy. Though she can be noticed as somebody with quite a drive and being confident as well, Alisa has her fair share moments of being scared. She is terrified for spiders, but won't really admit due her pride. She can also be quite compassionate, but it often requires her to bond or understand the other person. But even then, she can be quite blunt.


    One can also deduce that she is a bit naive, as she thinks that her father is a fabled legend due his career so far. She has absolute no idea that it involved in ending a life of another person or how it is to stare death right into the eyes.

    History :
    Born in Deliar, Alisa lost her mother right away. Her mother was only to hold her for a few moments in her arms before she died due some complications during giving Alisa birth. This however never seemed to scare or hurt Alisa, but that is because she had never experienced what it means to have a mother. Instead she already showed her stubborn nature when she was growing up at the uncle of her father, a scholar in Deliar. She was quite cheeky and confident. From the stories she had heard from in her youth, Alisa always had her mind set on becoming much like how she viewed her father. A daring courageous adventure.


    But when she was five years old, she was brought back to the fortress of Hials. There she would live and be educated in how to become a lady in waiting. Probably to later marry another kinsman of the Perar House or some other noble, to strengthen the bond of the Perar with another noble house. At first Alisa was naive and thought that her father had also experienced a similar kind of education. She did like to learn how to write and read, but always caused a ruckus when she had to wear a skirt or some sort of dress. Same as fashioning her hair in anything other than loose. With her father often busy with his occupation and job, she started to grow less obedient.

    This has earned her a bit of a bad name with the tutors and mentors in Hials, that think she needs some good discpline. Something that her fathers hears a lot, but until now it hasn't been really successful. Alisa dreams of one becoming a fabled hero legend, as the same she views her father.


    Theme song :


    Clothing and/or armor :

    Alisa likes to wear pants and tunics instead of the dresses she needs to wear. Her clothing are mostly of just decent quality as she is of lower noble and not a commoner.



    Tools and weapons :
    Name :
    Stinger
    Description :
    A short blade that Alisa carries on person. Often hiding it, the blade is balanced and made of some good quality steel. The problem however is that it isn't more than a long dagger and isn't a really dangerous weapon in her hands. Yet, it can sting quite if she manages to poke somebody in the right place.
    Appearance :
    Stinger (open)
    [​IMG]

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    Name :
    The red scarf
    Description :
    A red scarf that Alisa loves to carry. Not only cause of it is her favorite color, but also because it was a scarf that her father had given her mother. It is the only thing she has of her mother and it is very dear to her.
    Appearance :
    See her appearance.
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    Skill/Abilities :
    She can read and write and is capable of running fast. Not able to outrun an adult, but she managed to outrun boys of her age and size more than often. She is also a bit agile, but due her weak strength, she isn't capable of performing much movement like parkour or anything else. She also has a knack for staying silent and hiding.


    Traits
    Has a sharp eye for detail and a very strong will. Alisa also is a fast learner, able to pick up things at a fast rate. But that is probably due her curiosity and age.


    I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire.
     
  2. Name :
    Hector Carras
    (Formerly known as Felix Perar)

    Nicknames :
    None

    Gender :
    Male

    Age and birthday :
    26, born on 25 March on the year 1276

    Origin :
    Hials, Awom

    Length and build :
    1.92 m tall and Skinny

    Weight :
    75 Kg

    Sexuality :
    Heterosexual

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    Appearances :
    [​IMG]

    Occupation :
    Traveling Guide

    Favorite phrase/saying :
    None

    Favorite Food :
    Green Salad

    Favorite Weather and Season :
    Rain, Winter

    Patron God/Goddess :
    Carios, God of Travel and Trade

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    Personality :
    Hector appears to be a loner, never trying to make new friends and barely talking to anyone while he escorts people, or simply sit in a tavern between jobs. He never speaks unless he has to, and will often simply communicate by movements. He does not gain enjoyment or happiness from anything he does, as he considers everything he does as a part of living of life, and that everything he does is necessary.

    He will try to avoid fighting as much as possible, as he thinks that taking lives of others or even injuring people needs to be avoided at all costs, unless someone will show that he will not stop until Hector is down, in which case he will try to make the person stop by knocking him unconscious. All of the people he will talk to will see him the same, as he does not give anyone a special attitude, no matter how much time he will spend with people.

    History :
    Born in Hials, Hector was initially named Felix and was born into the Perar lesser noble family. He was raised in a noble fashion as expected from any noble family member, and soon begun showing interest in reading maps and such, making his parents believe that when he grows older he will become a great tactician, knowing the maps by heart thus being able to put the name of Perar even more on the political map. He also always had a tendency to try and climb to high places, so he could "See as much as he can in an area".

    To their disbelief, Felix didn't wish to be trained in fighting, as he apparently decided that life should be preserved, no matter what the case may be. His parents were even more shocked when they discovered him coming back from a small trip with a butler that went to the market to fetch supplies for that evenings meal. While he had successfully made the butler's trip shorter, his parents decided that they cannot allow Felix to do what he wishes any longer and signed him up for military training.

    Felix, not wanting to train in how to kill other people or protect himself by injuring others, decided to make a move, at it was clear that his parents would not give up that easily. At the age of 14 he went with a childhood friend of his to the nearest river. After using a knife to cut his hand, he then spread a bit of blood around the edge of the river and gave the knife to his friend before ripping his shirt, making it damp by dipping it in the river's water and then letting his friend hold it as well. He then wished his friend the best before departing.

    A couple of weeks later, Felix Perar's death was declared after the search party had determined that the story of his friend was truthful. His friend had told them that Felix appeared to be angry, and after a short arguement Felix took out a knife and tried to hit him, only for the friend to manage to take it out of his hand and accidently hit Felix at the same time. Felix stumbled back and fell into the water, but the friend had managed to grab Felix's shirt, but due to the weight of the water he could not pull Felix out. After ten minutes of trying the shirt ripped and Felix vanished from sight.

    After that moment, Felix Perar was no more, and a new person was born. That person was Hector Carras, and he decided that he will not take lives no matter what. He already knew how to read and write from studying while being with his family and was capable to begin making himself a living by showing people the way between the towns. Even though it was hard for others to trust him at the first couple of years due to his young appearance, people started to understand that he knows the safest ways around and more people begun to go with him.

    a year later, Hector was guiding a young couple to Ryros, when they encountered bandits. Using his hand axe, he just barely managed to protect the couple, but he was injured in his leg in the process. He understood that even though he refuses to take lives, that doesn't mean that others won't be willing to take his life. So he decided that if he ever encounters any threats to his or his clients lives, then he will protect them, but he still wont take the lives, but he would be willing to go as far as making the threats unconcious. Ever since, for a few more years, he had gained more knowledge on different routes to different towns, castles and capitals around the world. and became more proficient at scouting, be it in towns or in a forest.

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    Clothing and/or armor :

    He wears the clothes which are shown in the picture, but sometimes adds a hat, to help partially conceal his face.

    His hat (open)

    [​IMG]


    He never wears any kind of armour, as he finds it disturbs his smooth movements.


    Tools and weapons :

    Name :
    A Guide's kit
    Description :
    A small leather pouch which contains a flask with water, a small cloth roll, a knife and a pair of identical rocks which can be used to light fires.
    Appearance :
    A Guide's kit (open)

    [​IMG]

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    Name :
    Hand Axe
    Description :
    A very sharp Hand Axe which Hector bought, in order to be able to give those he guides a safer feeling, as well as be able to protect himself. Made from Iron.
    Appearance :
    Hand Axe (open)

    [​IMG]

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    Skill/Abilities :
    Agile and Flexible.
    Knows how to ride horses very well.
    Knows how to Parkour very well. (Can't climb everything like in AC.)
    Is proficent with the hand axe.
    Has basic education of reading and writing.


    Traits

    Is very quiet and will try to avoid using his voice as much as possible.
    Hates being in any kind of arguement or fight.
    Has a tendency of Disappearing when people aren't looking.

    I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire.
     
  3. Name :
    Jonas Hjamlar
    Nicknames :
    "Jon" and "Jonah"
    Gender :
    Male.
    Age and birthday :
    Jonas was born in 1276, on November 1st, making him 26 years old.
    Origin :
    Born in Deliar, the son of Bryce and Roslyn Hjamlar.

    Length and build :
    Jonas stands 6'4, his build that of a very well in shape soldier. Broad shoulders accentuate a well toned physique.
    Weight :
    230 pounds.
    Sexuality :
    Heterosexual.


    Appearances :
    [​IMG]


    Occupation :
    Currently an Optio Tribune in within the Imperial Army.
    Favorite phrase/saying :
    “Opportunities multiply as they are seized.”

    Favorite Food :
    A steak with the finest red wine.

    Favorite Weather and Season :
    Jonas loves the beauty of winter, the sight of crystal like snow covering trees and mountains.

    Patron God/Goddess :
    Rolor, God of War and Battle.

    Personality :
    Jonas is a confident, yet not overly cocky man, one who is not afraid to speak his mind when the opportunity shines. Despite being born of high class, he treats those of any class (or none), with the same kindness, provided they do the same to him. Kindness being a trait he values in himself and others. He will crack jokes when the time is right, usually when tension is high. In war, where he shines best, he is utterly driven, always storming ideas and strategy. He finds a certain beauty in battle, seeing it like a card game of sorts, skill and planning a massive part, but pure luck as well. He will often ask other soldiers and allies their thoughts on the battlefield, always striving to piece together the best plan. He has a strong respect for his fellow noble warriors, those that prove themselves in battle and outside of it.

    History :
    Jonas Hjamlar was born in Deliar, a high noble born with even higher expectations. His family was (and still is) very wealthy and powerful, though as he grew, Jonas never let this get to far along in his head, by the time he could think for himself, he had intended to leave his own mark on the world, just seeing his high birth as an aid to this, not the defining path. His family gave him the best schooling money could buy, they were grooming him to be a very important person in the world, more than likely a senator, like his father and many other high class persons. This was never the occupation he wanted, as he disliked politics, seeing it as a career full of lies and writing papers. From the moment he could lift a sword, he intended to join the Imperial Army, dreams of becoming a warrior of legend, like those written in the history books that were ingrained into his mind by constant schooling and studying. As soon as he was able to, Jonas implored his parents to let him join the academy, while slightly disappointed in their son's choice not to follow his father in politics, they still supported him.

    Jonas succeeded at the academy, managing to get into the military as soon as he was able, starting at the rank of optio. He established himself as a strong tactician and a powerful swordsman, one that had spent many hours each day honing his skill with a blade. While his high class birth did help him, he always felt even if he were born of a lower class, or even a commoner, he would've been able to get somewhere within the military. He gained further renown in his early battles against barbarian forces around the border, often attempting raids against innocent people. He fought in the battles against the barbarians, often on the frontlines where he nearly demanded he'd be put, charging forward alongside other soldiers on horseback. He flourished in battle, enjoying the sight of watching the barbarian menace get struck down, or fleeing in terror. But he has experinced close calls in battle before, one of which, the most noticeable caused the scar above his left eye, as an axe of barbarian clanged into his helmet, slicing into it enough to cut his face, thankfully, not deep enough to do anything beyond a bloody cut.

    He climbed the ranks in the military, eventually jumping from an optio to someone of greater power in the legion ranks. It seemed with every battle he fought (and won), his desire to be one of the greatest warriors ever only grew, still to this day he looks up, trying to find a way to climb the ranks even further, hoping one day to become a legate of power and fame, one that leads his soldiers to glory with ferocity, honor and strength. Recently his family has been trying to persuade him to get away from the battlefield for an extended period, this has resulted in him getting called back to the capital, which annoys him, but he figured out that his family has so much sway that they would find some way to pull him back home. He's guessed that they are ready to match him up with some woman of importance or use his exploits in battle as some kind of item. Which, while he doesn't have a negative opinion on, would rather not get married at such a young age, especially a marriage where he'd be matched up with someone he didn't know beforehand.​


    Theme song :


    Clothing and/or armor :
    [​IMG]

    In battle, Jonas wears scalemail armor, underneath it he always wears a gambeson jacket. Most notably he has personalized it, madding a crimson red cloak onto the back of it. Out of battle, he always wears the finest clothing that money can by, this one of the things that reflects his high birth. Typically items of flashy colors with jewelry. He admittedly does like some of the clothes they find for him, most of it is quite comfy.


    Tools and weapons :
    Name :
    "Convergence"
    Description :
    A steel greatsword, his main weapon which he very skilled with. It is a large, powerful sword, but one with a hint of grace to it. The sword from one end to another is five feet in length. A sheath is on his back for the blade when it is not in use.
    Appearance :
    [​IMG]
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    Name :
    "Trickster"
    Description :
    His secondary weapon, a steel dagger. It is eighteen inches long in total. He holsters it in a sheath on his belt.
    Appearance :
    [​IMG]
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    Name :
    Baron
    Description :
    Jonas' warhorse, currently three years old. Baron is a stallion bred as a warhorse. Jonas has taken a liking to the creature, caring for it greatly. When he rides it there is always a saddle for Jonas to sit upon, and during battles, usually larger ones, the horse has armor on it. It is a strong and fast creature, the rumor being that Jonas' family back home used their connections to get the horse to Jonas.
    Appearance :
    [​IMG]
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    Skill/Abilities :
    - A masterful swordsman, especially with his two handed greatsword. While he is able to fight with a sword and shield, he always prefers using a two handed blade. In contrast, he is poor with ranged weaponry, never actually using it in battle.
    - Jonas is in top physical shape, military training plus pushing himself to the limit physically has made him into a great athlete.
    - He is skilled on horseback, able to ride a steed with grace and control.
    - He is solid as an unarmed fighter, if ever disarmed he can hold his own.
    - A capable writer and reader, which came with the high class upbringing.

    Traits
    - Has a good sense of humor, often laughing at jokes about himself, or cracking jokes about others (or himself)
    - He is a very determined person, not letting anyone stand in the way of his goals.
    - He's pretty good at coming up with inspiring speeches.


    I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire.
     
  4. “Pretty armour doesn't make a warrior.”
    Name :

    Vincent Perar
    Nicknames :
    Vinc, called by some of his friends.
    Gender :
    Male
    Age and birthday :
    Born in the year 1273, on 8th of January. Thus 29 years old.
    Origin :
    Born in Hials as lower noble, as the son of Koenraad and Leona Perar.


    Length and build :
    Around the 1.81m and normal build.
    Weight :
    75 kg.
    Sexuality :
    Heterosexual.


    Appearances :
    [​IMG]


    Occupation :
    Currently an Optio that is stationed in Hials as captain of a guard unit.

    Favorite phrase/saying :
    “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”

    Favorite Food :
    Doesn't really have a favorite kind of dish, but he likes sweets a lot.

    Favorite Weather and Season :
    Favorite weather is a pale blue sky and season is Spring.

    Patron God/Goddess :
    Due his profession he prays and curses with Rolor's name, but also prays as curses with Araos name.

    Personality :
    Vincent isn't much an open book. He isn't an ambitious person or one that feigns much of what he thinks of another person. He prefers to be direct and honest, even if he knows his words can hurt another. The reason why is that he believes it helps others as telling a lie, an illusion, will do nothing but to deceive and hurt the person. Even though he is also considered as a good lieutenant, Vincent prefers some solitude now and then. If spend too much time with people, when he isn't on duty, then Vincent often gets a bit grumpy. This has given him to many others that he is a reserved and cool person, who doesn't know how to show his emotions.

    However, that isn't completely true. If he is spending time with his daughter, which isn't often due his occupation, he shows more of his softer and compassionate side. One that even close friends and relatives rarely get to see of him.


    History :
    Born as the only son of Koenraad and Leona Perar, Vincent's youth wasn't that bad at the start. His father was part of the Imperial army, serving as an optio for a legion that was first stationed in Awom. This enabled his father to spend time with his family, though it was really scarce. During these times, Koenraad often took Vincent to the nearby woodlands to teach him about it. It was then where Vincent gained his love for what he considered to be sacred. The more silent and 'peaceful' kind that was often to be found in woodland areas. It were kind of happy times, until his father's unit was transferred towards a legion in Nurvlin. Due some barbarian raid, there was a need of more able bodied soldiers to make sure that the raid of the barbaric scum wouldn't get too far. This meant that Vincent and his mother were alone while his father would march north. Vincent was by then at the age of nine.

    For a short period of time, some months, things stayed well. Koenraad tried to write as often to his spouse and son and the letters kept coming. He told them of the more harsher winters in the province of Nurvlin and how the situation was grim as the unit hadn't fought much against the barbarians up north. Yet, they were optimistic. For a year the letters kept coming, but at some point they stopped. Vincent was at the age of almost eleven, almost being ready to be tutored in the ways of how a lower noble should behave and such when the news hit him and his mother. During a skirmish with the barbarian raiders, Koenraad had died while leading his unit. His skull had been split due an ax strike. Leona took the news so hard that nobody had heard her speak ever again, after she had received the news. And if that wasn't enough for Vincent, she started to stop eating, growing paler and skinnier with each passing day. Eventually, she died on the day that Vincent would receive some lessons from his uncle.


    He moved towards Deliar where his uncle resided. His uncle was unlike his father a scholar, studying at the university of Deliar. For the first few months, Vincent was mostly sulking and being depressed. He didn't want to study. At some point he started to harbor a hatred towards the barbarians, wanting to join the army to eliminate them all. Vincent's uncle however managed to get him on the 'right' path as he started to teach the young boy how to read and write. About the age of fifteen, Vincent was educated in how to act as a normal lower noble and also had abandoned the hatred towards the barbarians up north. Though he would never forget what they had done to him and his mother.

    After that he went into service as a squire for a knight of his own house. For four whole years he was being trained in martial arts as well learning more about chivalry. Even though he would follow the codes and do what his knight would order him to do, Vincent didn't believe in chivalry as much as his knight did. He mostly saw it was rules that were just made to make the whole knighthood as something righteous as they weren't in his opinion. However, he kept his opinion for himself and continue to loyally serve as a squire until he became nineteen years old. During his service he had met a lovely girl who held the name of Aveline, the daughter of the knight. A romance bloomed between the two, but Vincent wanted to make sure he would get a good job that would earn him enough to support him and Aveline. Just a year later, Aveline noticed she was pregnant and the young couple married. They had one daughter, Alisa Perar. Though Aveline died due complications during child birth.

    With the earned money, that he kept saving, Vincent managed to save enough money to afford to study at the Academy. There he was more educated on marital art and tradition as well how to be a good leader, in theory. Vincent managed to graduate from the Academy and just in time. At the age of twenty three, thus four years later, he enrolled in the Legion of Awom. He served as an optio, of shield bearers, sword wielding infantry soldiers. For two years he was stayed and stationed in Awom, continue to drill the men and women he was responsible for.

    Then he was stationed together with the soldiers he led in Nurvlin, reinforcing the Nurvlin legion. For the next few years, he wasn't just fighting against deserters and bandits. In these years he fought against the barbarians, venting some of the cold anger that he held against them. But when he was stationed back in Awom as a guard captain in Hials, to train and drill new soldiers, Vincent managed to become more cooler about it. Though he still holds the cold anger towards the barbarians of the north, he wouldn't let it rule over him any longer.


    Theme song :


    Clothing and/or armor :

    During his spare time, Vincent wears simple clothing. Often dark brown or grey tunics of decent quality with pants. During his duty as option, Vincent wears his armor which consist of a decent linen gambeson. Over that, a chainmail vest with hood, which is quite the standard equipment of his shield bearers unit. He also owns a good quality of leather lamellar vest that he wears over over his chain mail. Of course also a helmet, which is always nice to have when you're in the fray of angry soldiers swinging with weapons.


    Tools and weapons :
    Name :

    Vincent's longsword
    Description :
    A balanced steel longsword that can be wielded with one or both hands. Often handy when mounted or in some other close quarter situations. Other than that, it has no special inscription or emotional attachment with Vincent. It is sheathed in the scabbard that sides with Vincent's left hip.
    Appearance :
    The Longsword (open)
    [​IMG]

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    Name :
    Short sword
    Description :
    A sword that isn't as remotely long as the longsword and only be wielded effectively with one hand. With the razor sharp tip, it is more effective with thrusts as it will try to puncture through enemy armor, such as mail. Residing in a scabbard that sides with Vincent's right hip. He can still easily draw the weapon out with his right hand, due the shorter length and weight as well the training that the type of infantry like his unit get.
    Appearance :
    Short sword (open)
    [​IMG]

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    Name :
    Layered kite shield
    Description :
    A thick wooden kite shield, reinforced with some metal. It can protect the upper body of a man if held high enough and is small enough to also be used as an offensive weapon. Can be quite painful to get the metal edge being slammed in your face.
    Appearance :
    Layered kite shield (open)
    [​IMG]

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    Skill/Abilities :
    Vincent has been trained and experienced with wielding swords and a shield. He has also some experience with riding on horseback, but he prefers not to for obvious reasons that he isn't a very skilled horseman. Though an excellent swordsman, Vincent has almost none to no experience or skill with wielding most ranged weaponry. He can throw a knife quite well, but is a horror with wielding a bow for example. Vincent has also some good reflexes and agility, though don't expect him to perform any cartwheels or great aerobatic movement.

    Traits
    He is smart, but he isn't the sharpest mind around. Though knowing and being experienced in warfare and being able to write and read, Vincent isn't very keen on learning many new things. He has some basic knowledge of herbs and plants, but isn't able to make fantastic herbal medicines or poison. Just enough to know what one can or can't eat. He has also a healthy understanding of politics and the human body, but that can be due his study at the Academy in Deliar. Other than that, he is quite merciless to many.

    I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire.
     
  5. Name :
    Nunrar Enlil
    Nicknames :
    Nu or Auntie Nu, something used by her family, especially her nephew
    Gender :
    Female
    Age and birthday :
    25 years old, born on 1277
    Origin :
    She was born just west of Ryros, to simple farmers of common blood.

    Length and build :
    5'6, pretty normal build, if fairly muscled from use.
    weight :
    149
    Sexuality :
    heterosexual


    Appearances :
    Show Spoiler
    [​IMG]



    Occupation :
    Freelance guard, scout, pretty much any job that she can get along those lines. She had a brief stint as a soldier but that did not last long very long after she had an argument with one of her superiors.

    Favorite phrase/saying :
    Life is like a bow, sometimes you are shooting in the dark, sometimes you are shooting with the sun in your eyes, and sometimes you just have to close your eyes and let go.

    Favorite Food :
    Beef and barely stew

    Favorite Weather and Season :
    She likes it when the weather is clear and windless, not to warm that she is sweating through her armor and not so cold that she can't feel her fingers. Early autumn.

    Patron God/Goddess :
    As the daughter of a farmer Nunrar has choosen to pray to Noxios and Miri. Miri even more so as she will ask the goddess to keep the wind in her favor so that her arrows don't go astray. On occasion she has been known to offer up a prayer and an offering to Carios for her brother's sake.

    Personality :
    For someone who spends much of their time as a scout and an archer Nunrar is actually pretty personable. She is very down to earth with a warm smile and a quiet kind voice. While quiet in her general mannerisms she carries herself with a fair amount of pride, something she picked up from her uncle. She treats everyone she meets with respect, unless they show her that they do not deserve it, but she gives everyone the same amount of respect no matter their class. This has occasionally gotten her into trouble but for the most part it is of little consequence. While even total strangers can be assured of a fair level of respect there is a fair distance Nunrar likes to keep until she gets to know someone a bit better. To close friends and family she is a jovial, goofy, and generous. She is especially fond of children and none more so than her little nephew Issan. Whenever she has extra time or a bit of extra money she makes a trip to her brothers farm, and while he is most often not there due to his travels she does enjoy the time she spends with her sister-in-law and nephew. But she can get rather serious when it is time to fight but she knows that by having a bow she makes herself a target and she accepts that as the way things are. But she expects that same responsibility of anyone who wields a weapon, if you are not ready for choice than she believes she should not carry a weapon.

    History :
    Nunrar was born and raised on a small farm not to far from the city of Ryros with her parents and her older brother. Much of her early childhood was spent learning the ways of the farm and doing what she could to help out. This made her tough even if some of the tasks were rather tedious, there was no real room for complaints. She understood that no matter how boring some tasks were there was a reason behind them and so she would just furrow her brow and complete the task given her. However what she enjoyed most were the winters that she spent with her father's older brother, her uncle Mar. Winters were a tough time and once the crops were all done and the snow began to fall she was allowed to make the two day trip to her uncle's house where, once she was old enough, she would spend a couple months until the planting season returned.

    Her uncle was the only person in her family, within recent memory, to become a soldier and Nunrar always seems to remember him as a grizzled middle aged man with a heavy limp. From the stories she has heard he managed to reach the rank of Centurion rather early in his career and maintained that position for some time, and with rather good success before he was badly injured and forced to retire. That first winter that she spent with him was rather tough for both of them. Nunrar was young and free-spirited, while her Uncle Mar was stubborn and used to living alone. At the end of that first winter both complained bitterly about the other but still, the winter after that, they found themselves stuck with one another. It was with a simple board game that they first started to bond. Mar began to see a bright young girl that might actually learn something if he took a bit of time to teach her. He was careful never to really push her towards anything, not that it was really needed. Nunrar had more curiosity than was probably good for her and once Mar dropped the hint that she might not be very good at something she had the drive to prove him wrong. But both had to be careful, her parents had seen what had happened to her uncle when he had returned from the constant battles in the north, and they were very reluctant to see their little girl go through the same thing. Out of respect for those wishes Nunrar and her uncle concentrated her training onto the bow and onto self defense.

    By the time she was 19 she felt that she was ready to carve her own path in the world. Much to her parents dismay, who were hoping she might follow her older brother's lead and become a merchant even though she had never learned to read or write like her brother, she decided to become a soldier like her uncle. As a parting gift her uncle gave her the bow that she still uses to this day. She does not know where the bow itself came from but it must have cost quite the pretty penny as it is of extremely fine craftsmanship. So she joined the army but she only lasted for about half a year there. For all her calm demeanor and skill with a bow she disliked the rigors of the army. She was used to hardship and her nerves were hard to break but she worked best when noise was not directed at her, so having her commander screaming orders while she was trying to line up a shot did not sit well with the girl. And in the end, after several loud arguments with her commanding officer, she was dismissed. At that point she knew that she could not just return home so she opted instead to try her luck at a bit of freelance work. To her joy she found that she like that life much better. The constant traveling and walking gave her boundless stamina and her skill with a bow made it so that her work was often rewarded. That and her personable nature made it easy for her to make friends and get recommendations. At the moment she is in Deliar wondering whether to make the trip to Ryros and visit her parents and brother or whether she should take on another job to earn a bit more money.


    Theme song :
    wip


    Clothing and/or armor :
    Since she favors archery and hand to hand combat she only wears a chainmail shirt. Anything more would weigh her down to much. She usually wears a plain long-sleeved shirt under her maille one covering the whole thing with a simple tunic. She wears a wide leather belt at her waist to take some of the weight of her maille shirt off of her shoulders. At her hips she has a smaller belt that holds her hunting/multi purpose knife as well as an all purpose pouch that she uses to hold things that she might immediately need. On her forearms she wears a pair of bracers, however the bracer on her left arm was modified slight so that it could serve as a guard to protect her from the sting of her own bowstring. Her boots are made of brown leather and are very well worn at this point. Across her back she carries a quiver and a rucksack, the quiver she tries to keep well stocked with arrows and the rucksack she tries to keep well stocked with basic traveling supplies. She carries a cloak with her but she only uses it if the weather requires it, for the most part she feels like it limits her vision and mobility.

    Tools and weapons :
    Name :
    Caal
    Description :
    A pony that she bought nearly seven years ago to make travel easier on her. Caal is getting up there in years but he is a smart old pony and he gets the job done. He was originally bred to be an all purpose farm mutt so to speak so he has the stamina and cool temperament that Nunrar requires.
    Appearance :
    Show Spoiler
    [​IMG]

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    Name :
    Reflex bow
    Description :
    A gift from her uncle, of everything she owns this bow is probably worth the most. It is used to kill and protect that is all.
    Appearance :
    Show Spoiler
    [​IMG]

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    Name :
    Hunting/multi purpose knife
    Description :
    Simple knife, it is not much of a weapon more just of a tool.
    Appearance :
    Show Spoiler
    [​IMG]

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    Skill/Abilities :
    First and foremost she is an archer. That was what she was trained the most with and that is the tool she utilizes the most when it comes to fights.
    Since she understood that she might be caught without her bow, without arrows, or in a situation where her target was to close she also choose to learn hand to hand combat. She is rather good at it as well but she is not overly tough, a few good blows can send her staggering.
    A pleasant respectful manner has served her well when it comes to making friends and allies.
    Hunting is a past time of hers and she uses those skills well when it comes to tracking and navigating in different terrains.
    Constant traveling and moving has given her stamina to keep moving when many would just collapse.

    Traits
    While illiterate Nunrar is good at reading maps, although she rarely uses them herself, mainly she uses this skill to direct merchants or any other travelers she might be protecting.
    She is not a very good leader herself, most often she forgets that she actually needs to direct people rather than assume they know what she is thinking. She is however very good at playing second.

    I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire.
     
    #6 E.T., Dec 17, 2014
    Last edited: Dec 17, 2014
  • Heterosexual​

  • Luther is a tall figure, lean, and very well muscled; he has a soft, curly mane falling down to his shoulders and a gruff beard covering his face and a scar running obliquely down right side of his lip to center of his chin. His eyes are brown and hard and has a nose that looks like it's been broken more than several times and without the covering of clothing, Luther's body is covered in scars from stab wounds to minor burns.

  • About the Character


    • [tab= Occupation]
    • A smile breaks all defenses​
    • Apple pie
    • Cloudy weather
    • Winter
    • Rolor, God of War

    Personality and History

    • Luther is known as a kind and generous man with an easy smile on his face and being friendly towards those he deals with. He is a man that loves to laugh and joke with friends, and often when he was a Centurion in the military, he would often go to his underlings in their camps and talk and joke with them. However, behind the laughter and kindness is a deep rooted sense of self hatred for the crimes he was ordered to commit during the war, and although his lips often curve into a smile, if one were to look closely they would see emotionless, grim eyes due to countless years of nightmares and hauntings every time he closed his eyes.

      In addition to the mental scars war has left him with, ever since he killed his first man Luther has been compelled to tap every surface he sees three times as well as open doors three times before entering or exiting them. He realized early on not doing so would make him extraordinarily anxious which would be translated into rage until he was able to tap untapped surface, in addition to this is a tendency to count to three before doing any sort of action or a series of actions.

    • Luther is the first born son of the Tinath family, the son of a knight and a healer. His parents often said Luther learned how to parry before he could walk, and his father noticed the potential and began training him early on sword techniques and discipline. His life wasn't all training, however, when his younger brothers were born, they would often run around their yard with wooden sticks and play war, like most boys their age. Things in the household became more interesting when Lucilia was born and they noticed early on she wasn't the typical girl. She often joined them in their wrestling matches and fights, and before long she was beating his two younger brothers.

      Once he reached adulthood, he bade farewell to his parents and left to join the Legion. He considers it the biggest mistake of his life.

      A prodigy. It's what they called him, and like any noble born, he relished in the attention. That is until he partook in his first battle and consequently killed his first man. He calls it the first stain on his soul, and although the battle faded from his memory, he recalls that first kill as if it only happened the day before. It was a minor skirmish against a bandit raid, and a young man no more than fourteen charged at him with a hatchet and he instinctively side stepped the boy, took a grab of the hatchet, and plunged his xiphos into the back of the boy's throat and watched as his went limp and fell to the floor, the boy's eyes looking right at him from the ground.

      The kill had left its mark and he wasn't able to sleep for nearly a week and a half. Afterwards, and for the rest of his life, he would have fitful sleeps, sometimes waking up screaming, and also found he had developed a curious habit. Luther then found himself promoted to Centurion and soon after his sister joined his Legion, they were sent off north to fight the Barbarians. He had never seen cruelty on such a massive scale, and although ever fiber within him begged him to turn his back on the oppression his countrymen brought onto the Barbarians, he stayed if only out of a sense of duty and patriotism.

      Soon afterwards, his Legion was sent back to Hials and he promptly retired as a soldier and decided to follow in his father's footsteps and be squired for a knight in Deliar for several months before being knighted himself.

    Gear

    • [tab= Clothing and/or Armour]

    • Name:
      Bane

      Description:
      The weapon is a bastard sword with a hilt wrapped in tight leather and a bright sapphire within its pommel that was given to him by his father as a gift when he became a Centurion. He tries to keep the blade sheathed as much as possible as it brings back haunting memories of his time in the north.

      Appearance:
      [​IMG]


      Name:
      Blood Oath

      Description:
      The first weapon he used to kill a man. The weapon is a simple xiphos and isn't distinct from others in any way except for a red tinge in the blade, which he added on after he retired from the military. Otherwise the sword is quite ordinary and he uses it for hacking and stabbing.

      Appearance:
      [​IMG]


      Name:
      Neleser

      Description:
      Neleser is the war horse he had gained after had achieved the rank of Legate and he's kept the horse ever since. It has scars all along its legs and body from use during the war against the Barbarians and is fiercely loyal to him but is known to often be bad tempered and stomp on Luther's feet or try to bite him.
      Appearance:
      [​IMG]


    Skills and Traits

    • [tab= Skills and Abilities]
    • Luther has a severe case of OCD and has to tap most surfaces three times, open doors three times before entering them, and count to three before doing anything.
    • Luther is known for his extraordinary patience.
     
  • Name :
    Aldis Hjalmar.
    Nicknames :
    The old (greedy) Wolf
    Gender :
    Male
    Age and birthday :
    Born in the 1257, on 5th of August. Thus 45 years old.
    Origin :
    Born in Hials, as son of Ardor and Patricia Hjalmar.

    Length and build :
    Around the length of 1.74m and slight toned build, body of a veteran.
    Weight :
    88 kg.
    Sexuality :
    Heterosexual.


    Appearances :
    [​IMG]


    Occupation :
    Used to be at his prime time a Tribune, though one may speculate that it has been achieved with the influence of the House of Hjalmar. These days he is the governor of the province of Awom.

    Favorite phrase/saying :
    ''Whoever wins the war gets to write the history.''

    Favorite Food :
    Bitter tasting food.

    Favorite Weather and Season :
    Clouded weather and Fall.

    Patron God/Goddess :
    Prays to Noxios, but curses by Skelatia.

    Personality :
    Aldis is a very devious and ruthless person. One that wouldn't be showing somebody remorse or any kind of pity if he manages to end their lives. In his opinion, all that matters are his goals and pleasures. That of others are either a mean to achieve something for himself, such as pleasing somebody that he needs, or a nuisance, like somebody who likes to give pity. He tends to act polite, friendly and even genuinely caring in public, to keep up his reputation as rather benevolent governor of the Awom province. However, he is a rather shady figure that uses means that one of honor would be disgust by. Furthermore, he is a person who has some patience, but those who have been around him and are somewhat trusted (take this with a bit of salt as he won't regret killing somebody who he first saw as friend), know that he can also be easily turn to anger.

    History :
    Born into the small family of the High House of Hjalmar, Aldis never had much trouble in his youth. All he asked was delivered. From sweets to fancy and expensive clothes. This is presumably the cause of what caused that Aldis can be sometimes a bit vain, but that is probably one of his least worrisome traits. As youngest, as he had two older brothers, Aldis soon realized that he would need to do either something about that or try to surpass the two brothers. But even as he tried his best, he couldn't beat the other in being more smarter or trying to surpass the other in marital skills. Due this, Aldis decided on the young age of twelve that he would seek out another way. One that would bring surely disgrace on him, but what other choice did the young ambitious boy had?

    But asking for help wouldn't likely get him to achieve his goals, nor demanding them. Thus began the young Girvus his first vile act on the age of sixteen. Just when he was about to be sent towards the Academy. During a horse ride with one of his older brothers, he had bribed a man into placing a snake in the horse bag of his brother. This eventually scared the horse of Aldis brother, who was thrown of the horse and broke some bones. Soon afterwards, he passed away. Who received the blame?

    The other and remaining brother of Aldis was suspected of murdering the now dead one. Aldis managed to manipulate that it would be seen that it was an act of trying to get rid of the oldest of the siblings in order to inherit the title of family head. With one brother dead and one other in disgrace, Aldis way towards the seat of becoming the next head of the High House of Hjalmar was free. But his vile acts nor his ambition stopped there.

    After he managed to graduate from the Academy, Aldis joined the Imperial military as an optio. Being set in an unit of heavy cavalry, Aldis wasn't much interested in swinging a sword or wielding a lance. He was decent at it, but he wasn't comfortable with the condition of a soldier. Though he fought well, he lead his mean with literally an iron fist. Eventually it became that worse that the soldiers underneath his leadership feared him more than a skirmish or battle against the barbarians north or any kind of deserters.

    For some years he kept leading as an optio, but managed to proceed through the ranks till he was a tribune. Still using his rather stern and harsh leadership to force the respect of his betters and using the fear of his minors, Aldis didn't had it that bad. He wasn't satisfied yet with his current station and renown, though he was stationed within the province of Dyati. A far better province than Nurvlin in his opinion. There he started to work more on his political career, trying to gain already some influence at the Senate as he heard that his father was not in the best kind of health anymore. It became clear that his father would either pass away soon or forced to hand over the leadership of House Hjalmar to Aldis.

    This happened in the year 1297, that Aldis inherit the title of Head of the Hjalmar family and became instantly promoted to be the governor of the province of Awom. Though more content with the political station of a governor, for which he has been for five years, Aldis is still like he used to be. Always looking for what he grab from others as long as he sees a good chance.

    Theme song :


    Clothing and/or armor :
    He wears his battle gear, which is seen at his image, during parades or when he is needed to try to impose others. But most often he wears fine clothing that fits a man of his status.


    Tools and weapons :
    Name :
    The sword of the Wolf
    Description :
    A sword made of pure steel, is both balanced and very well crafted. Its a blade that is not only a weapon of status, as only nobility can afford weapons of this state.,
    Appearance :
    Sword of the Wolf (open)
    [​IMG]

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    Skill/Abilities :
    * Skillful liar,
    * Great strategist
    * Able to read and write,
    * Knows how to put a facade.
    * Not that strong and fit as he was in his youth, he does knows how to wield a blade. It is just not that effective as it once was.

    Traits
    * Cold person, as he cares little for the well being of others other than his goals and himself,
    * A loved person within the Awom province
    * Experienced in politics and dealing with rivals.
    * Very intellectual person
    * Good in leading (ordering people around)
    * Though once being able to fight as a rider of a heavy cavalry unit (knight), his body isn't that stout as it once was.
    I've pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire
     
  • Name :
    Melisa
    Nicknames :
    Mel by some of her friends.
    Gender :
    Female
    Age and birthday :
    Born in the year of 1278, on the 26th of November. She is 24 years old.
    Origin :
    Born at a farm close to Deliar, daughter of Rick and Lily.

    Length and build :
    1.64m and slim build.
    Weight :
    Around 60 kg.
    Sexuality :
    Heterosexual.


    Appearances :
    [​IMG]


    Occupation :
    Currently helps at her fathers horse farm, where she takes care of the animals as well trains some of the horses.

    Favorite phrase/saying :
    ''An apple doesn't fall far from its tree.''

    Favorite Food :
    Apples.

    Favorite Weather and Season :
    Sunny weather, but doesn't mind an occasional rain fall. Her favorite season is Summer.

    Patron God/Goddess :
    Prays to Carios and somewhat to Noxios.

    Personality :
    Melisa is a kind and somewhat stubborn person. She loves to talk and perhaps a bit too much, but does know when to keep her mouth shut. At least, she keeps saying she does, but sometimes she has the urge to talk about something as she just can't stand silences. Other than that she has sometimes a bit of a naive look on the world as she doesn't see why there is a need of differences of origins, why that a noble should hold more privileges than a commoner for example. Then again, it is also where she shows that she is wise and old enough to know what she needs to be silent about.

    History :
    Born in a somewhat large family, Melisa grew up as the fourth child in her family. With at least three younger siblings, all boys, she has been a somewhat of a tomboyish person in her youth. Not that there were many girly girls around the small gathering of houses that formed a small hamlet near Deliar. A simple farming kind of community of several farming families together. A kind of place where everybody knew each other and Melisa hadn't know any other way of living until she became eleven years old.

    As one of commoners birth, she had never learn to read or write. A rather expensive skill, one that would be a waste of coin for commoners in general and such is the reason why Melisa had only heard of cities and such information from mouth to mouth. At her eleventh year, she was allowed to accompany her father to Deliar. He was going to try to sell four steeds, that were trained to be somewhat more disciplined than the normal horse for farming. Fascinated, Melisa was also somewhat scared of the big buzzing city. Though she has always remains curious of finding more out what makes people want to live and work in a thriving city, she feels more comfort at the country side. A place where she knows the people better.

    For several winters, she has been allowed to help her father with more tasks. With only one older sister, many of her brothers went either to sign up for the legion or going to the city to learn a craft. With just her older sister and two younger siblings, she remains at her home with her parents. Living a somewhat more 'easier' and quiet kind of life than nobles and soldiers.


    Theme song :
    TBD

    Clothing and/or armor :

    Simple tunics. Her favorite color is brown or dark green, though clothing that is fancy or having a rather special color is a tad too expensive for her. Yet, Melisa kind hopes she will have the resources or money one day.


    Tools and weapons :
    Name :
    Carios Protection
    Description :
    A leather bracer that Melisa carries with her on her right forearm. It doesn't really serve the purpose of protection as she isn't somebody who has dabbled herself in the arts of combat in any kind of manner. But it is a memento of her oldest brother, who is a veteran soldier.
    Appearance :
    Carios Protection (open)
    [​IMG]




    Skill/Abilities :
    Born and raised in the countryside, Melisa has a strong connection with other commoners. As she considers herself, rightfully, as one she has an easy understanding of how many of them feel and think. Which makes her often capable of dealing and trading with them. She is also an experienced and great horse rider, capable of seeing and estimating the skill a horse. Something she is rather proud of. Other than that, she has a good knack for sensing a situation where she shouldn't be or when she should leave for her own good.

    Traits
    Sometimes rather stubborn or full with courage as she would call it. She has the tendency to talk a lot and often wrinkles her nose when she thinks about something that troubles her. Other than that, she can be quite resourceful in some situations, though she isn't the sharpest tool in the shed so to say.


    I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire.

     
    #9 Aliceee, Dec 17, 2014
    Last edited: Dec 18, 2014
  • Name :
    Lucilia Tinath
    Nicknames :
    Lucy (Shorten), Sunshine (Her pet name used by her family and close friends), Riovas (her mother's maiden name which she uses when trying to hide her nobility)
    Gender :
    Female
    Age and birthday :
    24, Summer of 1278
    Origin :
    Born of low nobility in the House of Tinath. Her father is a squire-turned-knight while her mother is an acclaimed herbalist. She has three older brothers and a younger sister.

    Length and build :
    Stands at a height taller than most men (Six feet three inches) and built like a fortress. That is to say, underneath the layers of clothing, she is very muscular, as though she has spent years hauling rocks. She has a healthy layer of fat around her stomach and other major muscles that don't take away from her well-toned physique, but also allow her to keep on going even under duress. Not very feminine.
    Weight :
    Two Hundred Twenty Pounds
    Sexuality :
    Bisexual, but admittedly would only marry to males.


    Appearances :
    [​IMG]
    No dragon unfortunately. Wears a helmet.

    Occupation :
    Town Guard

    Favorite phrase/saying :
    "There is more color to this world than black and white."

    Favorite Food :
    Apple Cabbage Soup and Garlic Bread

    Favorite Weather and Season :
    Lucilia likes the spring, where the plants are just beginning to bloom. But she also likes cold days, so that she doesn't burn up when she's in her uniform.

    Patron God/Goddess :
    Brafald, for the obvious reason that she wishes to protect the people using justice as her tool of her trade.

    Personality :
    Lucilia is a stoic girl, good for a guard, not so much for everything else. It seems like she simply is apathetic to the world as a whole, like she wouldn't shed a tear at her own father's funeral (She won't). But it's just now she's learn to deal with things. Lucilia isn't one to likes to constantly create close personal attachments to everyone and everything; all things physical will be gone one day, and who is she to have to mourn the inevitable? Not that she won't feel sadden by it, she just learned not to show it under the impression that it makes her look weak. But aside from her stone-expression, she has a heart of gold. Or maybe silver, depending on how charitable she is that day. She didn't become a guard just to mooch off the power; she wants to take an active part in helping protect the people of the land, from the royal court to the lowly beggars. While she isn't afraid to dirty her hands in the name of justice, she also won't betray her principles and honor just to fulfill the letter of her credo. She wants to do good the best way she can; sometimes this means following the law, other times it means commanding the law itself.

    History :
    Lucilia's story began with a knight and a healer. The knight was deathly ill, stricken with a disease that had plagued his family for years. He sought to use his short time on this world to do good, but as he neared his end, he regretted that there was much more to do, and very little time to do it. That's when he met the healer. The healer saw his pain, and she worked hard to alleviate the worse of it. But she was able to do much more. She was able to cure him of his curse. The knight, no longer ill, was able to continue to fight for justice and honor. To thank the anonymous healer the knight took her hand in marriage, to live with him and his family. And that's the basic basics of how Lucilia's parents met. Her father was a knight of House Tinath, while her mother was simply an herbalist who happened to chance upon the knight's sicken body. It was a storybook romance that had a happy ending, that ending involving five children and a family who does well for itself.

    As a child Lucilia always loved stories. tales from her father, mother, friends, extended family, complete strangers. The tales of fantasy drew her into a world that seemed magical and awesome. And she wanted to be part of a world like to, to be the hero who vanquishes great evils and brings happiness to the land. Lucky for her, her father was more than willing to show her the ropes of how to uphold justice. While her three older brothers were, at first, much stronger than she was, as they grew older her strength began to surpass their. Only her eldest brother could outdo her in strength and skill, so it came to no surprise that when he reached adulthood he joined the Legion, and attained the rank of Centurion before Lucilia would have been considered a young woman. She too wished to join the legion and fight along side her brother, imagining that he protects the land from the likes of criminals and the barbarians of the north.

    And Lucilia was given that chance when she turned eighteen years old herself. Training since she was a little girl, Lucilia was one of the better skilled soldiers of the Legion. Thanks to her father's influence, she was indeed able to work within the same unit as her brother. But that's where this tale stops being so whimsical. Her brother's unit was sent to assist a Legion towards the north, against a growing barbarian tribe that threaten to overrun one of the smaller villages. The battle was a slaughter, but it also showed the true colors of the world. The barbarians, savage as they were, did not come across as mindless monsters in the shape of men. Instead they looked like a mass collation of desperate men and women trying to survive. Lucilia saw cruelty from her people worse than the villains she heard of in stories. This went on for years as her brother was stationed there. Only recently has Lucilia returned to her home city of Hials, where she spends most of her days patrolling the streets for trouble.

    Theme song :
    We are all one.

    Clothing and/or armor :

    Lucilia is often seen in her full armor (Image above) when walking the streets, as she is a guard. However she also has more casual attire in the form of fine linen trousers and a tunics. She's still wear her armored boots however, as they're the only footwear she owns. She also has other outfits thanks to her family's status, but they're highly situational attire, such as ballgowns, cold weather clothing, mourning clothing, etc.


    Tools and weapons :
    Name :
    Carnifex the bardiche
    Description :
    Lucilia's main weapon that she is very skilled at using. Capable of impaling, hacking, or slashing her enemies into slabs of flesh and bones. She received this weapon when she joined her eldest brother against the barbarians of the north.
    Appearance :
    It is the same weapon in her appearance image. On the blade is written a written engraving: Cast in the name of God, ye not guilty.

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    Name :
    Lanius the Kopis
    Description :
    Lucilia's sidearm. While not as skilled at it's use as she is with Carnifex, she is more than deadly with it. A parting gift from her brother, who rewarded it to her for her strength in battle.
    Appearance :
    [​IMG]
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    Name :
    Benedictus
    Description :
    Lucilia's horse. It's five years old, and she received it during her time in the north. A close companion of Lucilia's she would often ride it during patrols. Benedictus also has it's own armor, but Lucilia doesn't put it on him unless she's expecting trouble. Benedictus is a war horse and thus more than capable in a fight, but he's also very intelligent, and knows the difference between an army and a crowd of people. Lucilia can whistle for him and he'll come running.
    Appearance :
    [​IMG]
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    Skill/Abilities :
    Skill/Abilities :

    Literate - Lucilia knows how to read and write quite well. If she ever decided to put aside the guardsmen life, she could potentially retire as an author.

    Skilled Fighter - Lucilia spent six years fighting against the hordes of the north. While they aren't exactly a professional army, Lucilia has fought against many cunning and brutal warriors and came out on top. She fights best with her Bardiche, but can kill with her sword or bare-hands if needed.

    Horse Rider - Lucilia and Benedictus are quite a pair together. Benedictus himself is a very fast, very strong horse, and with Lucilia at the reins they can do various maneuvers that would take others years to learn.

    Plant Identification - Lucilia has spent some time with her mother, enough that she knows much about the local plants around Hials, such as which ones can sooth a upset stomach and which one will cause you to defecate yourself uncontrollably.

    Traits
    Lucilia is a level-headed individual who tries not to let the confusion and chaos around her to muddle her thinking process. She can be very authoritative thanks to this, good if someone needs to take commands right than and there, but not so much in more casual situations like what to have for dinner.

    Lucilia is also a good-hearted person who only wants to try to help. Granted, she doesn't always do things perfectly, and no good deed goes unpunished, but regardless she'll want to help. Whether you want her to or not.

    I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire


    Name :
    Leeson
    Nicknames :
    Wordy, an ironic name used because he doesn't often speak, but when he does he tends to talk a lot. He would also sometimes go by Lee if you aren't referring to his father.
    Gender :
    Male
    Age and birthday :
    22; Autumn of 1280
    Origin :
    A commoner in title, but Leeson's ancestors, including his father, was quite favored in some of the lower nobility houses for his skills in the forge. Leeson's family was well known for their general knowledge in metal working, and more importantly, sword crafting. Leeson's great-grandfather learned it from a highly skilled smith from a low nobility, and than passed down the knowledge to his sons.

    Length and build :
    Leeson stands at around five feet and five inches, and is rather portly. His muscles show that he is a man familiar with hard labor, but his guts also tells that he is a man who eats well. While not certainly as large as other men who lounge on their wealth, Leeson is deceptively larger than his clothing would reveal.
    Weight :
    Around two hundred pounds
    Sexuality :
    He is a heterosexual in that he stills to marry a woman, but he would not reject companionship with another man if he offers pleasant company.


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    Appearances :
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    Some would say that Leeson looks like a foreigner compared to some of his neighbors, such as his almond shaped eyes, fairly small nose, and other features. And while Leeson does not know exactly where his ancestors originate from (The furthest records are from his Grandfather's, who they only know migrated to Delias, but not from where), his father and his father before him were born and raised in these lands, and each one were a splitting image of each other regardless of the women they were birthed from.

    Leeson himself has many scars and burns on his arms due to years in the forge, and his skin has darken to reflect this. One particular feature he tries to hide from the public eye is a scar that goes around his neck; savvy observers could tell that it would had come from a hanging. But since Leeson still lives, it's obvious that he was not killed by it. Not quickly anyways.

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    Occupation :
    Currently Leeson is a blacksmith, though for how much longer is in question.

    Favorite phrase/saying :
    "Two things can control this world: Gold and Iron."

    Favorite Food :
    Leeson favors oyster mushrooms, but he likes anything with a spicy taste to it.

    Favorite Weather and Season :
    Leeson prefers the Autumn, where it's near the end of the harvest season and the sun isn't so harsh, but it's not so cold that one could not enjoy a day outside. Weather wise Leeson actually prefers breezy but sunny days, so that he could go for long walks and keep cool.

    Patron God/Goddess :
    Though Leeson isn't not a very religious type, when he must pledge his alliance with any god in particular he would chose Iatia, as he sees her as what true perfection is; always outside the reach of mortals, not too look down upon them, but so they know where the next goal lies.

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    Personality :
    As many of his community might tell you, Leeson seems to be a fairly solitary man. Sure, he would speak to people, make his appearance present, but even amongst a crowd he would seem to be alone. Always doing his work, and his time with others often involve their assistance in his work. He's not a trouble maker by far, and indeed if you went to him for help he'll be willing to offer it however he can. He could not simply say no, just try as hard as he can, even if he will fail anyways. But that's what an observation from the outside would be if you don't ask him what he thinks of himself. He would be honest; he does not know if he is a good judge of character, least of all his own. His only desires is to be a person who can be relied on when asked, and to not be a burden otherwise. Leeson is a romanticist trying to be a cynic; he believes and sees the world for it's good and it's benefits, but feels responsible for the flaws and issues, so much that he feels he must confront them regardless if he has any reason to be involved in the first place. In a better world, he could have been a knight in shining armor, wandering the world righting wrongs and doing good for the land for the sake of making it a better place. But he knows these are just fantasies, but even so he tries to make them realities, as small and insignificantly as they tend to be.

    That being said, Leeson is not a nice person. He is not an honest person either, and frankly can come across as rather blunt, sometimes even aggressive. To Leeson, he is simply trying to establish himself as someone who is not going to allow others to try to push or manipulate him against his will. His attitude, be it subtly or blatant, is made to convey a sense of control over the situation at hand. Depending on who you are depends on how subtle he'll make his attitude; close friends are more likely to get extreme reactions from him, where as strangers get more neutral, apathetic responses. And while Leeson does believe himself to be an understanding and reasonable person, he is either lying or a worse person than he appears when he still gives harsh judgement regardless of the circumstances. He believes in equality, sure, but it's not a balance; if he were a judge you would be executed for your crimes, be it petty thievery or murder. His ability to stand by his beliefs regardless of the opposition is admirable, but not always right.

    History :
    Leeson is the first and only child of Lee the Armorer, a well known blacksmith in the city of Delias. His family's claim to fame was that they knew the subtle arts of sword making and armoring, two skills that often take a normal man years to learn, and not both together. Leeson's father would often boast that the knowledge is carried in their blood, and that the sons would know how to work with metal like how a baby would walk. But this was mostly boasting; Leeson was indeed talented in his profession, quickly taking up the hammer and tongs at a young age of ten years. But his crafts consisted mostly of kitchen ware and cutlery; it took him three years of constant practice every day of the week before he was even allowed to start making things such as axe hands and shovels. Leeson's father would have taught him how to create swords and armor when Leeson was at an adult age too, where it not for one fateful day.

    It was the spring of 1295. Leeson was fifteen years of age at that time, and while a skilled blacksmith for his age, he was no where near his father's ability. His father could provide arms and armor for ten men in a week, something that made him rather famous in the city. If Leeson could match his father's skill, the two of them could have worked together and raised their family up to at least a low nobility. But Leeson wouldn't get a chance, not for three years. But during the spring of 1295, Leeson's father headed north towards Nuale, to sell their wares there during a grand festival of some sort. But Leeson's father never returned. A month passed since Leeson's father left for his trip, and when Leeson and his mother asked what had become of him, they could only discover that during that time, there was a high rise in bandit activity in southern Nurvlin. In all likelihood, Leeson's father was captured by the bandits, or killed. Leeson never saw his father after that day. And after that day, Leeson's life became to crumble around him.

    His mother, grief stricken, married off to another man, a merchant, who left her only son to their family forge. Leeson himself, while skilled in the forge, had no experience on how to run it as a business. For a while, he tried to take care of the forge himself. He did rather well too, for about three years. But by then he soon discovered that for all his skills in working with metals, without his father's knowledge no one cared for what Leeson could do. Blacksmiths who could shape pots and pans were a dime a dozen; Leeson could hardly forge a decent dagger, let alone a masterwork weapon. He tried to get by as a mundane maker of tools and kitchen ware, picking up some knowledge in making chains, locks, hinges, even managed to make himself a fairly decent war axe, but as he grew older his business slowed down. Leeson knew that he had three, maybe five more years before his business would be forgotten, and he'd be forced to sell his family's forge just to survive. Leeson came to terms with his fate, and tried to live the rest of his life as comfortably as he could. He made friends with various people including a mine and smelter owner, and was sweet on an herbalist girl back in his community.

    Cut to now, the 1302 year since the empire was formed. Leeson still owns his forge, albeit he only gets by providing pickaxes for the local iron mine and occasionally repairing weapons and armor for local guardsmen. Leeson spends most of his time at the forge trying to make works of art out of the materials he gets, which he can occasionally sale for enough money to keep his shop afloat. Though Leeson has gained the skills to almost emulate his father's ability, he no longer is concerned about trying to keep his forge afloat. Leeson spent much of his time experimenting with whatever metals he gets, making them into shapes and things that he hopes one day would have great use in the future. Sometimes he and a few others in his community would sometimes come together at a tavern and write poetry and sing ballads for more money, but it was mostly for entertainment. When they weren't trying to earn money and company at the tavern, they would be out and about the city, doing foolish youthful antics. One such antics nearly ended with Leeson hanging himself, though he luckily managed to cut the rope before his life was snapped out. Nowadays, the fairly young smith is considering traveling the world, to find a place to settle down or die peacefully.

    Theme song :
    Tears of the Dragon

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    Clothing and/or armor :
    Leeson wears a dirty woolen robe of sorts that goes a bit towards his knees, pants, gloves, and a strange set of shoes. The robe was blue, but after many years in the forge, it's something of a coal black. He also has some gloves made of wool and deer leather, which he got so his hands would stop getting burnt in the forge. His footwear is strange in that it looks like fairly normal pair of shoes made of cloth, but inside there is wood at the feet, giving his footprints an odd rectangular shape. He also has a leather belt with many loops on it so that he made tie or hang things from them. He also still keeps his blacksmith apron on, which he mainly uses so he has pockets to store things in. The only form of armor he really owns is a strange wood/steel hat, which is actually a buckler, but Leeson doesn't know that.

    Tools and weapons :
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    Name :
    Bow Staff
    Description :
    A rather ingenious creation; it appears to be a bog standard wooden staff, but Leeson has treated the wood in such a way that he can use it not only for general stick purposes, but he can also turn the simple staff into a deceptively efficient longbow.
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    Name :
    Ring Dagger
    Description :
    A dagger Leeson made for situations that require things to be cut or stabbed. He calls it a ring dagger because he put a ring near the hilt so that he could fasten it onto his staff and make it into a spear.
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    Name :
    Rope
    Description :
    Leeson carries a large length of rope in the event something needs to be tied up. Highly versatile.
    Appearance :
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    Skill/Abilities :
    Smithing - Leeson is a very talented smith, and has even learned the subtle nuances of sword making and armoring. He is more than able to make more mundane items such as kitchen ware, farm tools, chains, locks, and even has experimented with other things that people may either see as useless garbage or great ingenuity in disguise.

    Reading/Writing - Unlike some commoners, Leeson is actually literate in the common script. While he's never read any books, he's something of an amateur poet and often writes in his journal his daily observations, notes, and poems.

    Young and Healthy - Despite his appearance, Leeson is quite an athletic fellow, a fast runner and a bit of an acrobat (He can do a backflip). He's hauled his own ore from a mine before and is accustomed to traveling long distances with a heavy load, to the point that a hundred pounds on his shoulders may as well be his evening wear.

    Archer - Though Leeson does his best to keep this skill a secret, he's a decent archer. He learned how to use a bow thanks to some friends in the town, but honed it poaching when he is suffering through some lean months.

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    Traits
    Could be considered a quiet type as he doesn't seem to speak out, but when he does, oh boy, he says a lot. Most of it is rambling, but if you could piece together his thoughts you might be able to get an understanding of what he's trying to say.

    Leeson is fairly creative, though not to say that he's all that impressive with his creations. What he makes is quaint and maybe something worth conversing about, but hardly anything life changing. Usually. Often, Leeson is able improvises tools and such with whatever is around him. Usually it involves a lot of rope.

    One could say that Leeson has something of a noble spirit. He does not simply stand down when faced with injustice, especially noticeable since he's just a commoner. Always willing to lend a hand, to stand up for his fellow man (Or woman), and will give as much as he can get. Though there are times were he seems to be rather confrontational, he does so out of good intentions.


    I pledge loyalty and honor to the High Ruler of the Empire
     
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    The Knights' Order


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    • The war against the Barbarians had begun and it was Maximus Hjalmar who noticed that seeking the aid of knights, and calling them in to take care of problems that required their skills, had become increasingly difficult due to the large amount of them being called in to the war taking place in the north. Bandits and thugs took advantage of this and city guards were hard pressed to keep their cities safe. As one of the few knights that wasn't called in to the war, due to his age at the time, Maximus decided to found the Knights' Order, a place where knights can not only call home, but also a known, unified Order where people in need could contact. He used his wealth to create the building and asked his sons to call in every knight within Awom that hadn't gone to the war and join the Order.

      As the years grew on, the Knights Order grew with it, branching out of Deliar, making outposts in other cities, and eventually the Knights order branched into other provinces until it spanned the whole Empire.
    • The Council - consists of three most skilled and veteran members​
    • Knight Commanders - leaders within the outposts in other provinces.​
    • The Knights​
    • The Acolytes - new members who must prove their skill before being fully accepted into the Order.​

  • Most of the knights within the Order have their own equipment but they do have a red cloak with their crest on it that must be worn by all members, and an optional shield, in addition the Order also has it's own blacksmith which usually gives them or fixes their equipment at a discount price from the rest of the populace. Also, there is almost no ranks within the Order, save for the acolytes and the Council, this was decided by Servantus, Maximus's son who saw knights as brothers and thought the Order should implement that. This idea also holds true when choosing members for the Council, not only would the applicant have to be skilled, but they would also have to be deemed worthy of leadership by most of their brothers.
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