Fire Emblem: Crestfallen | Character Thread

[Marlowe]

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[Marlowe]

Augustine Yohn Mithrel, headmaster of the Officers Academy and archbishop of the Church of Yhirel
Iris Aislinn Calandre, dean of students at the Officers Academy and cardinal of the Church of Yhirel
Juno Cybille Qetesh, professor of the Red Chimeras
Talbot Leron Reeve, professor of the Green Falcons
Francette Albillion Luralei, house leader of the Green Falcons and heiress to House Luralei
Marcus Sauthier Kirlou, student of the Green Falcons and heir to House Kirlou
Victor Rampes Keryth, student of the Green Falcons and heir to House Keryth
Ariel Silke Valyra, student of the Green Falcons and heiress to House Valyra

 

[Marlowe]

Sherry Millefiore Grimdall, Princess of Galbia

[Full Name]

Sherry Millefiore Grimdall​

[Alias]

N/A​

[Affiliation]

Galbia​

[Starting Class]

Noble​

[Status]

Heiress to House Grimdall​

[Crest]

Minor Crest of Grimdall​

[Age]

17​

[Date of Birth]

23rd of the Visceral Moon, Divine Year 764​

[Appearance Information]

The first thing that one might notice about Sherry is the deep, crimson color of her hair. She usually keeps it in a high ponytail that stops just below the middle of her back. Her eyes are a bright emerald green. Standing at 5'8, she's rather slender and more on the lean side. Her skin only holds the beginnings of a tan due to spending time training outside. She keeps her uniform tidy and clean, and wears only a slight amount of makeup.​

[Personality]

While Sherry's smile can warm the coldest of hearts, she is the furthest thing from a sweetheart. Brash, blunt, and somewhat hostile, it's difficult to have her as a friend. Her heritage drives her to arrogance and overconfidence; as princess of Galbia, she believes she can say whatever she wants, whenever she wants. She is also rather nosy, prying whatever information she can from an individual she's interested in. To be honest, it's kind of hard to see her as future queen of Galbia, with how loud and crude she is.

It's true that Sherry is prickly and stuffy, but she is a very bold and determined young woman. Loyal and brave, she believes it is her duty to stand tall in the face of whatever danger might befall her and her friends.​

[Personal History]

Born at the end of a particularly harsh winter season, Sherry was fortunate enough to bear a Crest of Grimdall. Her father, Friedrich Aventus Grimdall, promptly named her the heir to House Grimdall and the princess of Galbia. While her mother taught her how to perform womanly duties, her father and uncle taught her how to fight at the age of nine. As she reached adolescence, her interests wavered from womanly topics and towards the military arts. She spent much time in her father's shadow and was determined to become much like him, despite the whispers and rumors surrounding Friedrich's means of succession.

As Sherry grew older, her father made his brother prepare her for her coming days at the Officers Academy. No longer did Sherry spend hours learning how to cook or clean. Instead, she spent her time practicing the lance and bow, often going out hunting with her uncle. She even sparred with esteemed knights of Grimdall and ate in their midst. While Sherry was the furthest thing from a prim and proper princess, her parents were otherwise proud of her, knowing that she would be able to carry on their legacy with ease. When the time came, her father sent her off to the Officers Academy with many blessings.
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[Preferred Fighting Style]

Lance​

[Equipment]

Training Lance, Training Bow, Vulnerary​

[Learned Spells]

N/A​

[Interests]

• Knitting
• Mount riding

[Likes]

• Stuffed animals
• Secrets
• Lizards
• Hunting
• Tales of heroism

[Dislikes]

• Argumentative people
• Cold weather
• Chores
• Dresses

 

[Psyker Landshark]

Theodoric Branden Marlon, Heir to House Marlon

[Full Name]
Theodoric Branden Marlon

[Alias]
Doric

[Affiliation]
Mordlind Concorde

[Starting Class]
Noble

[Status]
Heir to House Marlon

[Crest]
Minor Crest of Marlon

[Age]
19

[Date of Birth]
12th of the Withered Moon, Divine Year 762

[Appearance Information]
Stands at about 6'1. Has a decent amount of muscle and broad shoulders, weighing in at 190 pounds. Skin tone is fairly average, not particularly tan nor pale either way. Wears the standard uniform, but with a short white side cape mantled on his left shoulder.

[Personality]
Stern and focused, Theodoric treats his duty as both a knight and a landed noble with the utmost importance, throwing himself into his studies of war and governance. Orderly, efficient, and composed, Theodoric looks down upon excessive arrogance and ostentatious displays, being a good deal more subdued in his interactions. One wouldn't be able to tell his family's wealth from his possessions, with his preferred sword being more functional than fashionable and his preferred clothing being light, practical garments. The only concession he makes to vanity is his fondness for capes, and his only vices are good wine and imported coffee.

Despite his understanding of the political field and the knowledge that one day he could potentially wind up being the Speaker of the Concorde, Theodoric bears little taste for politics and desperately hopes he is never chosen for the position. If given the choice, he would vastly prefer remaining on his family estate, overseeing Marlon's lands and people.

[Personal History]
In truth, Theodoric had never been the preferred heir to House Marlon. The bloodline was stronger in his elder sister, Gwendolyn, given that she possessed a Major Crest of Marlon compared to Theodoric's Minor Crest. That, and her influence in the political arena had many observers whispering that she would have been a strong candidate for the next Speaker should she inherit House Marlon before the current one passed. However, after graduating from the Officers' Academy, Gwendolyn went missing on a routine patrol when Theodoric was but ten years of age, and after months of fruitless searching, the title of heir passed to the young boy.

Before becoming heir, Theodoric had been a rather carefree child, but upon his sister's disappearance, the boy was forced to grow up rather quickly. He threw himself into his studies and his training, seeking to match the expectations his parents had of Gwendolyn once upon a time. Years later, most accounts would suggest he'd been successful. Theodoric may not have had his sibling's charm, but his abilities in the fields of knighthood and administration were just as good as the previous heir's. Still, this wasn't enough for him. After learning all he could from what tutors that House Marlon could find, the next logical step was the Officers' Academy. Theodoric seeks to become as worthy a leader as he can for House Marlon, its subject people, and its lands.

[Preferred Fighting Style]
Swords

[Equipment]
Training Sword
Vulnerary

[Learned Spells]
Fire

[Interests]

• Swordsmanship
• Winemaking
• Administration

[Likes]

• Seafood
• Coffee
• Sparring
• White wines
• Military treatises
• Poker

[Dislikes]

• Hot weather
• Flying
• Loud people
• Dairy

 

[Solace]

Maelys Ernst Pleiades, Heir to House Pleiades

(minus the eyepatch)​

[Full Name]

Maelys Ernst Pleiades​

[Alias]

Mael (preferred name)​

[Affiliation]

The Syndicate of Cretus​

[Starting Class]

Noble​

[Status]

Heir to House Pleiades​

[Crest]

Major Crest of Pleiades​

[Age]

Seventeen years old​

[Date of Birth]

22nd of the Hallowed Moon, Divine Year 763​

[Appearance Information]

Mael stands at a modest 182 centimeters tall (or 5'11), and weighs around 79 kilograms (or around 175 pounds). He is said to bear a great resemblance to his grandfather in the latter's youth; his long facial features are well-sculpted, his strikingly natural charm attributed to his noble heritage. Many have observed that his thin eyebrows often narrow to give off sudden sharp expressions, his light blue eyes sharing that same articulation. He has medium to long, wavy dark brown hair that he prefers to comb back, going great lengths to style and preserve it each day. Spending plenty of his years basking in the sun, his skin complexion is moderately tan, considered an 'undesirable' trait for someone of his stature and background.​

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While Mael is a fairly slim person, his attention to conditioning has kept his body in a healthy, athletic shape, which he actively works to develop. He wears the standard Officer's Academy uniform in his own personal manner, preferring to keep the jacket loose and unbuttoned (similar to Sylvain) while folding the sleeves up to his elbows unless the weather is too cold or in the case of required formalities. He has tribal markings imprinted on his arms from the biceps to wrists, and wears a necklace with two colorful feathers and a keepsake attached.​

[Personality]

Despite his heritage, Mael is unlike the usual pompous and superfluous attitude that most nobles portray towards their associates and subjects, preferring separation from formality in his everyday interactions. He has been a habitual troublemaker since early adolescence, never seeming to learn from all of the past scolding and reprisal. When the young man doesn't have the urge to scheme another one of his antics, he likes to take the passing days in stride, enjoying casual conversation behind a good meal. He is genuinely friendly and approachable, always looking to befriend others and be within the presence of his companions.​

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Though, when it comes to certain things such as sparring or contests of any sort, he can become fairly competitive against his rivals. Mael is devoted to his conditioning, possessing a strange fixation on becoming the strongest boxer and strengthening himself tirelessly to meet this ambition. To this end, he will accept any sort of challenge regardless of how ridiculous they may be, simply to prove his own power to himself, with the exception of monotonous tasks and chores.​

[Personal History]

Born Maelys Ernst Pleiades, he is the grandson of Farfalle Roose Pleiades, the only Crest-bearing child of the noble family's bloodline. He was declared the heir to House Pleiades after his father, Bachus, fell out of Farfalle's inheritance from the absence of their Crest. While Mael was considered his grandfather's child foremost than his own father, their enormous wealth removed any amount of difficulty from his upbringing, and the young boy found himself in the presence of caretakers and tutors more often than his own family. He would frequently prove to be a troublesome youth, for he would slip out of their extravagant abode to escape the 'boring' instruction against his grandfather's decree to play with the other children.​

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Through all of the stern reminders of the destiny set out for him, Mael accepted the inevitable responsibility of House Pleiades' future on his frail shoulders, however reluctant the boy may have been. His childhood was rife with marriage proposals and promised betrothals to many princesses due to their wealth, but Farfalle refused them all, citing anything short of perfection as meaningless to their name. At the age of ten, he was taken under the wing and personal instruction of his grandfather to undergo the Path of Pleiades, testing the mettle of his birthright when the time would come. Mael would be sent to the Officers Academy after his grandfather's sudden illness prevented the continuation of his grooming, where House Pleiades would await the return of a true man.​

[Preferred Fighting Style]

Brawling​

[Equipment]

Training Gauntlets, Vulnerary​

[Learned Spells]

N/A​

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[Interests]

• Battle training
• Theater

[Likes]

• Hiking
• Fighting
• Strength training
• Acting
• Sweets
• Playing musical instruments

[Dislikes]

• Responsibility
• Boredom
• Spicy foods
• Board games
• Cold weather
• His family

 

[Nim]

Laila Bellwood

[Full Name]
Laila Bellwood

[Alias]
None yet

[Affiliation]
Galbia

[Starting Class]
Commoner

[Status]
A smith's apprentice

[Crest]
N/A

[Age]
16

[Date of Birth]
15th of the Vermilion Moon, Divine Year 765

[Appearance Information]
While Laila has a delicate appearance at first sight, upon closer inspection people will find her skin to be rough, especially around her hands. She stands at about 1.7m, and has a relatively slim body figure. Her hair, blonde in colour, is partially tied up in a simple manner above her ears, with the rest being laid behind her back, reaching just below shoulder height. Her eyes, while being light brown, seem to match her hair when out in the sun, almost as if they turn to a degree of yellow. She is mostly pale-skinned, due to spending much time indoors as a smith's apprentice, and only recently began to gain a bit of colour on her skin. Her outfits are simple work clothes, for the most part, but she does do her best to keep her uniform in good condition.

[Personality]
With a genuine smile, Laila will greet everyone she meets with a rather optimistic look over things. She will attempt to get along with others the best she can, but if she feels it does not work, she will distance herself from the others and be more reclusive. She actually feels more comfort while alone than with others, and her expressions will often show it, but she will always put the friendliest face she can whenever she spends time with others.

It is rather easy to see that when it comes to her work, Laila is always serious. Be it smithing, fighting, or even performing her hobbies. When she puts her mind to it, she will clearly be putting her heart to it as well, always pushing to do her best at everything she does. To always show her value.

[Personal History]
Laila was born on a not so calm winter day. Initially, it was believed that she would not survive the season, as she caught a fever that seemed to run quite high. As her parents did not want to face the loss of a child, they gave her away to the local smith, who had desired a child of his own for some time. Managing to nurse her well, Laila recovered from her fever, and the smith started to raise her as his own. For several years, things were calm, and Laila mostly stayed around the smithey, as her adoptive father told her he wanted her to see how he works, so that she can become his apprentice and later on, also take over the place. However, things did not remain peaceful, as the smith started to fall into some financial problems.

At first, he refused to let Laila help, as she was only seven at the time, but ended up letting her go and advertise the smithy, as he felt that would be a simple task for her. While excited at first, she got lost within Fadell's streets, ending up in the upper city. Trying to advertise as instructed, she was quickly shooed away by some of the nobility, who showed clear disgust towards the commoner girl that was trying to get them, the nobility, to go to a place in the lower city. This led to her first major feelings of rejection, and she ran away, hoping to never need to step a foot into the upper city ever again.

Following the failure, Laila sought another way to help the smithy, and it was around that time that the smith finally decided to start showing her the ropes. Although he couldn't let her try the methods of smithing immediately, he had her recite the steps loudly, to ensure she was paying attention. In the meanwhile, she also began trying to exercise with one of the smith's model axes. Although the man wasn't a big fan of it, seeing Laila swinging the axe made something in his mind decided to let her be. In the following years, she started aiding the smith in his shop, and turned her exercises into proper training sessions.

After making some weapons of her own for Friedrich's knights, they noticed she had good raw skill, but one which could be further refined. A bit of time passed, and she got an official recommendation to go attend the Officers Academy in the Irinudil Monastery. Others that were high in Fadell agreed to support it, as it would show the country in a better light if they sent a commoner, not only nobility, to the academy. Although it was hard, as she did not know how long she would be away, Laila promised to return whenever she could, and to keep practicing in the smith's name.

[Preferred Fighting Style]
Axe

[Equipment]
Training Axe, Training Sword

[Learned Spells]
N/A

[Interests]

• Smithing
• Carving in Wood

[Likes]

• Fine-Quality weaponry
• Axes
• Wind
• Sweets
• Birds

[Dislikes]

• Anything on wheels
• Lack of work
• Noisy places

 

[Astoria]

Parthenia Harland Ciran, Heir to House Ciran

[Full Name]
Parthenia Harland Ciran

[Alias]
Thenia, Parthy

[Affiliation]
Mordlind Concorde

[Starting Class]
Noble

[Status]
Heir to House Ciran

[Crest]
Minor Crest of Ciran

[Age]
18

[Date of Birth]
17th of the Hallowed Moon, Divine Year 762.

[Appearance Information]
Parthenia stands at about 5' 7", with distinctive silvery hair, crowned with a wraparound braid and decorative hair ornaments. Slender but not too skinny, she has a fair skin tone that skews on the side of pale, contrasting her reddish brown eyes. With a flair for aesthetic, she keeps her uniform mostly standard, but adorns its trimmings with modest embroidery in addition to a matching capelet draped over her shoulders.

[Personality]
Egotistical and ambitious, Parthenia has the hallmarks of a less-than-scrupulous noble. Intelligent, calculating, and ruthless, she looks down on the slow-witted. She, however, is charismatic, courteous, and even friendly; socially savvy, she masks her undesirable traits under a subtle layer of charm and personal flair, conducting herself with a mixture of etiquette and restrained energy. To that end, she even admits that she has a bad personality, deriving pleasure from the misfortune of others. With a sharp sense of humor and a fondness for deceit and tomfoolery, Parthenia is a habitual shit-stirrer. However, she has a disdain for ostentatious lies, and has a chivalric attitude towards upholding deals and agreements when she makes them.

As the heir to House Ciran, she understands her potential electability to the office of Speaker, and looks forward to vying for the title.

[Personal History]

Parthenia was the first child among four in the line of succession for the house. Inheriting her house's minor crest along with her other three siblings, she had a trying, but not uncomfortable childhood. Her house, while not wanting of influence, lacked the wealth of the others, and her early childhood gave her a sense of contrasting humility and groundedness that she might not have had otherwise. While never truly poor, she lacked the trappings of many of her peers, with much of the family wealth tied up in their land in keeping up social appearances. Driven from a young age with an ambition for more, she took to her studies and training with disciplined fervor. While she had a strong claim for inheritance, she was always replaceable, with her siblings equally ambitious and having had the luck to share in their inheritance of minor crests. Her life was characterized by intense sibling rivalry, a dynamic that while unhealthy, honed her ability for politics and, by extension, her mischief and humor.

As she grew older, and with her foundations and inheritance solidified, Parthenia slowly began to take on the responsibilities and duties of her house. Taking this to the logical conclusion, along with many of her peers from the other houses and nations, she was sent to the Officer's Academy to continue her training and preparation as eventual head of House Ciran.

[Preferred Fighting Style]
Lance

[Equipment]
Training Lance
Training Sword
Vulnerary

[Learned Spells]
N/A

[Interests]

• Administration
• Flying
• Board games
• Economics

[Likes]

• Spearmanship
• Tea
• Wine
• Puzzles
• Rivals

[Dislikes]

• Gambling & games of chance
• Dullards
• Rain
• Mundanity

 

[Rouge Rogue]

Leonid Hector Sylmare, Heir to House Sylmare

[Full Name]

Leonid Hector Sylmare​

[Alias]

Leon​

[Affiliation]

Cretus​

[Starting Class]

Noble​

[Status]

(Adopted) heir to House Sylmare​

[Crest]

Minor Crest of Sylmare​

[Age]

Seventeen​

[Date of Birth]

27th of the Hallowed Moon, Divine Year 763​

[Appearance Information]

Once an unmistakable product of the streets, the past few months have molded Leonid into the epitome of nobility - as far as appearances go, anyhow. Much as he dislikes tight collars, unnecessary gloves and stiff pants, he wears them like he was born in them, both in classrooms and beyond. And with an impeccable posture to match a confident gait, he doesn't seem out of place even in the most prestigious of gatherings. That is, until he's forced to speak. He can't quite pull off formalities like second nature, and seems to often get lost between what he wants to say and what he should say. Amusing to some, jarring to others - and a source of great concern for his new 'family'.​

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Standing average at 5'9'', Leon is more lean and lithe than muscular, yet fully capable of besting any noble who's never known hard work. He has a very slight tan that makes the scars scattered upon his skin that much more apparent, at least when unclothed. Most are around his arms and back, which formal attire hides quite conveniently. Something good comes outta the stuffy uniform, at least. Whenever given the chance, rare as those instances may be, he likes to slip into more comfortable and loose clothes - not quite the rags he once wore, but clean casual wear befitting nobility.​

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Leon's eyes are a reddish shade of brown, constantly carrying an observant, even sly look - as if he's always assessing everything around him; the places he goes to, the people he meets and the words they speak. Call it a survival instinct or paranoia, it's all the same to him. He has an expressive face, and though he's learnt to fake a polite smile quite well, his gaze rarely changes. Leon's chestnut brown hair is forcibly combed to some form of submission, but a few loose strands still like to stick out every which way no matter how many hours he spends taming them.​

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[Personality]

First impressions, as is often the case, are quite deceiving when it comes to Leonid. Though he looks refined and may come across as such at first, none of it comes naturally to him. In reality, Leonid couldn't care less for etiquette or manners, and sees them as a necessary evil at best. He's quite against the general view that some people are better than others through birthright alone, be it due to wealth, station or the possession of a crest, and he doesn't really believe in god or fate. As far as he's concerned, everyone should earn their place in the world - which is why he feels undeserving of his new title.​

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Everything he's experienced has left him bitter and somewhat cynical - both traits that tend to show through the cracks of his noble mask from time to time. Still, it's not as though he's purposefully antagonistic even behind his facade. He does tend to make quick judgments when he first meets people, if only because living on the streets and dealing with shady folk taught him it was a necessity, but he is also willing to change his views if proven wrong. He's alert and observant, and it's difficult to sneak up on him - in fact, it's more likely that he's the one to sneak up on you! Though he makes sure not to go too far and risk consequences from the Sylmares, he doesn't at all mind rattling up nobles, particularly pompous or arrogant ones - be it with his words or actions.​

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Though he usually appears calm enough, deep down Leonid doesn't have the longest fuse out there. He isn't one to resort to shouting or swinging his fists around, but he does get annoyed somewhat easily in certain circumstances, and that can lead to quite a sharp tongue indeed. He isn't a sore loser, and can even take some insults in a stride - but witnessing injustice or having to listen to nobles spout self-righteous spiels does get under his skin quite fast. Having to pretend to agree with them is even worse. As such, Leonid usually tends to avoid such situations; he knows that when angry, keeping up his act becomes that much more difficult - and his ability to care about being exposed lessens to a dangerous degree. He also has a soft spot for the downtrodden, and particularly hates seeing them mistreated.​

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On most occasions when interacting with others however, Leonid is amiable enough. He's talkative, and though his jokes tend to be a bit strange and some of the things he lets slip unfitting for a man of his status, he isn't looking for trouble - most of the time.​

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[Personal History]

If categorized, Leon's story would be of the "rags to riches" variety. Born as a nobody in the less fortunate parts of Cretus, most of his early life was marked by struggle and poverty. According to the tales his father used to tell, theirs was once a successful merchant business in the heart of Solitaire - but whatever wealth their forefathers had once accrued had long since been lost to time. Bad business decisions, bandits and untimely deaths had eaten away at the success of their business over generations, until naught remained but tales. 'Keep close ever penny,' his father always told him at the end of the story. 'Today's coin is tomorrow's dinner.'​

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At the dawn of Leonid's ninth Amber Moon, his father told stories no longer. Illness claimed him, and at the turn of the year, his mother followed. Devastated and alone, Leonid soon found himself on the streets. At first, he got by with help of strangers' kindness; neighbours who pitied his fate, townspeople who'd known his parents and wished to aid their son in his time of need. Sometimes, he was given food - other times a bed, even coin, a time or two. But kind as the townspeople were, their resources were not infinite. At the end of the day, they had their own families to care for - and the more time passed, the more forgotten Leonid's plight became. New orphans were birthed by the harsh living conditions, and alms were distributed to them in turn. Even when Leonid worked for his coin or spent the entirety of his day begging, the closer the winter came, the less people could afford to give. It wasn't just him; everyone was struggling.​

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Then, with the first snow, they arrived to town; traveling merchants, looking for a roof above their heads for a night. Leonid overheard them talk as he cleaned tables at the tavern, catching wind of their plans to head for the capital to sell their wares come morrow. The capital, Solitaire... a place where his family had once prospered, and where many a merchant had earned their fortune. Perhaps there, Leonid could start to accrue his own fortune. It wasn't easy convincing the merchants to take with them a stray boy, but free labor was free labor and Leonid promised he'd make a fine attendant and didn't have too big a belly. Scraps would suit him just fine.​

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Solitaire was as grand as the stories told, and from the moment Leonid first set foot onto its cobblestone streets, he was in awe. The city was big, beautiful and bustling, worlds apart from the quaint little town he'd called home. Leonid felt as though anything was possible here.​

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His glee did not last.​

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Not long after arrival, he realized that for a filthy boy with no coin in his pocket, Solitaire was no more hospitable than any other city. On the contrary, even; the citizens of the capital did not know him like his neighbours had, and they'd seen enough bastards, scoundrels and thieves that they had no sympathy left to spare. And then there were the unwritten rules of the street; where one could beg, sleep, or tread, carefully dictated by already existing gangs that had claimed parts of the back alleys to their name.​

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Leonid never wanted to steal. He'd heard his father speak ill of the bandits that partook in his family's fall from grace, yet winter was harsh and circumstances dire. It started as grabbing produce when no one was looking, then moved on to picking a pocket, two, three - until finally, he found himself stealing and conning the good people of Solitaire even when no direct need dictated it. He found a certain thrill in a successful gig - and it was only matter of time until it got him into trouble. Not with the locals themselves, nor even guards; certainly, he'd gotten a beating once or twice in his earlier years, but this was worse. He got caught trying to steal from a criminal much worse than him; a trained assassin, part of a guild of his kind.​

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Leonid ended up trading his freedom for a chance to live another day. He was still a boy of thirteen at the time, but the guild never had a shortage of little birds. They did not only deal in assassinations; espionage and information breaking were also part of their trade, and the younger their messenger, the easier they could slip by undetected. That is how he spent the next few years: acquiring, carrying and exchanging information the land over, until fate threw a yet another twist his way. He got caught a second time. But if the first had been a curse, this one was more a blessing.​

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The young criminal had found his way into the manor of the Sylmares - the second wealthiest noble house in all of Cretus. Perhaps in part due to the legalization of assassinations, the house was quite secretive, and so any information he could gather would likely fetch a fine price. Unfortunately, as many others before him, Leonid got caught in the act by the many guards of the estate. Unlike those before him, however, he did not meet his end as punishment. In the process of examination and interrogation, it was discovered that he, against all odds, was in possession of a crest. And not just any crest, either - but the Crest of Sylmare. Someone, somewhere down his line of ancestors, descended from Sylmare.​

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Judging by the look in the lord's eyes, the news bode well for Leonid. All he wanted was to keep his life. What he got, instead, was a new life altogether. As it turned out, apart from the current head herself, they had no one with a crest to inherit the family name. And so, a quick plan was devised to present Leonid as the heir proper. With the legal status of assassinations, it would not be unthinkable for the family to have kept a crest-bearing heir a secret out of fear of attempts on his life, after all. And with him being almost of age, now would be a good time to reveal him to the world - perhaps by sending him to the monastery?​

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Leonid was not thrilled, yet he found himself given little choice. And so, for the next few excruciating months, he was trained in the ways of nobility. Etiquette, dancing, proper manner of dress and address - he did his best to learn it all, if only to keep his head. And when the next academic year begun, he was sent off to learn the rest of the skills necessary for someone in his position.​

[Preferred Fighting Style]

Sword​

[Equipment]

Training Sword, Training Bow​

[Learned Spells]

N/A​

[Interests]

• Climbing
• Archery
• Cooking
• Storytelling

[Likes]

• Money
• Sweets
• Rain
• Nighttime
• Banter
• Naps

[Dislikes]

• Nobles
• Horses
• Fleas
• Hypocrites
• Etiquette
• Restrictive clothing

 

[Jessica]

Lapis Zuval

[Full Name]

Lapiz Zuval

[Alias]

N/A

[Affiliation]

The Mordlind Concorde

[Starting Class]

Commoner (technically)

[Status]

Commoner; heiress to her aunt's library

[Crest]

None

[Age]

18

[Date of Birth]

16th of Visceral Moon, Divine Year 763


[Appearance Information]

Standing at about 5'6 in height with a slim build that holds no muscle definition, Lapis is very unintimidating by appearance and may come across as a pushover.

She believes that first impressions are very important and so takes extra special care of her clothes and grooming. Lapis is usually seen in a long-sleeved, white button-up shirt, a brown commoner's corset, a white frilly skirt with black shorts underneath (to prevent showing more skin than she wants) and knee-high low pump boots that match her corset. When in uniform, it is always neat and tidy.

On her neck, she wears a blue bow that matches her hair accessory, both items from her days when she was a noble. She cherishes these accessories and is rarely seen without them.

Lapis's favorite feature about herself is her long dark blue hair. It is what catches people's eye first, so she takes extra special care of it however she can. Lapis was also born with a rarity of having silver hair within her bangs, and though she has embraced this imperfection, she gets a little annoyed with how much they stand out when she first meets someone.


[Personality]

A curious young woman with a love for knowledge, Lapis has always adored the world of the arts more than she has people. Magical, performance, cooking, Art history; thanks to spending a good portion of her childhood with books, Lapis is quite knowledgable in many histories, facts, and stories. Her particular favorite type of art and main hobby is fortune-telling. Unfortunate for her, Lapis tends to confuse her fortunes all the time to the point that they are almost always wrong. For instance, if her fortunes read "loss of money," more likely than not the recipient will find a bag of gold later that day. Her most particular one is when she foretold "good health" on a recipient and later that day that same recipient ruined their clothing with a sudden case of the runs. Lapis does not let this stop her and is determined to get at least one right, even though her confidence in her fortunes is not what it used to be.

Aside from this, Lapis, from having witnessed what it has done to her father, has a dislike of Crests and does not believe them to be as important as everyone makes them out to be. She believes "Strength and Worth in character" rather than Crests and has a distaste for anyone who believes themselves better just because they have one. She hopes to one day prove that having a Crest isn't everything.

Lapis is also a kind and polite girl who is a bit eccentric. She is not afraid to ask what she wants, can get in people's personal bubbles without meaning to, and can be easily excited when she learns or is in the process of learning something new. Her favorite thing to learn is other people's stories since she cannot hear or read about them anywhere else (unless that person wrote an autobiography, but then that's less exciting). She also tends to be a bit weird due to her slight lack of social skills.

She has a fear of abandonment and despises false information being presented as true.



[Personal History]


Born into a minor house of nobility, Lapis was treated as a disposable child because she did not bear a Crest. Her father, a man obsessed with bringing more power to his name via a Crest, married and divorced often in the search of having the one child who would bring honor; to the point that his children only knew their mothers by name. As a last-ditch effort for his children, Lapis's father had tried marrying his eldest daughters off to different nobles with Crests in their bloodline in the hopes his wish would come true. It was because of this Lapis learned quite a bit in manners and conducting herself properly, but there was no luck in betrothing her. Her father was successful in marrying off his two eldests to families that held Crests in their bloodlines (mainly due to their beauty), but that still left Lapis and her two younger siblings.

Each child who did not have a Crest had been rehomed with relatives or adopted into other houses by commoners or nobles willing to take them, separating the siblings for the years to come. To Lapis, they too were forgotten faces and she only remembered their first names. This was how Lapis found herself living with her father's sister, an ex-noble removed from the House for not holding a Crest, and her husband, a former knight of The Mordlind Concorde, whom she had come to call her mother and father.

Her aunt was the proud owner of a library located within the outskirts of The Mordlind Concorde, where she offered free reading lessons and storytimes for the local children. Her uncle worked within the library taking charge of the funding they received and telling tales of his days as a knight to anyone who would listen. Because of their work, Lapis was always surrounded by literature and held a particular interest in the books about knights and heroism. She found these as well as other stories far more interesting than actual people that her social skills took a hit from isolating herself. It was only during her aunt's storytimes that Lapis would be willing to play and interact with other children.

To remedy this, her uncle expressed excitement about learning about other people, because everyone is like their own walking books. Each person has a story to tell with them as the main characters, and that Lapis should put an effort into understanding people as well. Needless to say, this worked.

As she grew older, her uncle discovered that Lapis had a gift for knowledge. She was learning faster than what was deemed normal, and he, being an ex-knight, decided to teach her about Magic and how to wield it. As he expected, Lapis quickly learned and she learned well. He continued training her for the years to come, taking time out of his day to learn with Lapis so that he could continue teaching her and not fall behind. Her aunt, in order to bond with Lapis, decided to show her more obscure versions of Magic such as fortune-telling and illusion tricks. Lapis had become particularly interested in fortune-telling and learned more about it with her aunt, making her the Teller-in-training that she is today.

After her aunt and uncle spoke to one another, the two sat her down one night and asked her if she had ever thought about being becoming a knight for The Mordlind Concorde. Lapis held a special talent for magic, according to her uncle, and it would be nice to see her use it to its full potential. To their surprise, Lapis had in fact been thinking about becoming a knight. The stories she read and heard from her uncle had really stuck with her, but the one thing that made her want to become one had been her biological father.

When she was rehomed, she never got over the feeling of worthlessness because of something she couldn't control. Lapis would have lived and grown up with her biological father and possibly mother if he had not been so obsessive about having a Crest in his family. He would have loved her and her siblings, but because of that one difference, he didn't.

She is certain that there are other people out there who have been in her situations, and others feeling worthless because they were not born "fortunate" enough to have a Crest, and so she wants to become their Symbol of Hope. Lapis told her adoptive guardians that she wanted to become a knight and climb the ranks so that she can prove that a Crest doesn't mean anything if there is no strength and character behind it.

With that, her aunt and uncle gathered the necessary funds for Lapis's schooling, taught her basic swordsmanship to hone her combat capabilities, and prepared her for the coming year at the academy.

Lapis knew just how much her aunt and uncle put in for this, and she knew that failure was not an option. Not when this selfishness almost bankrupted the library.



[Preferred Fighting Style]

Reason

[Equipment]


-Training sword

-Vulnerary


[Learned Spells]

-Wind


[Interests]

• Arts of all kind (Painting, Stories, Cooking, Magical, etc.)
• Other people

[Likes]

• Fortune telling (telling them and having them told)
• Books
• Learning new things
• Cooking

[Dislikes]

• Intense exercises
• Crest obsession

 

[Demon Shinobi]

Click Here for Ya Boi

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[Full Name]

Alexander Zephaniah Ravaleth​

[Alias]

Alex, Xander (he hates this one)​

[Affiliation]

The Kingdom of Galbia​

[Starting Class]

Noble ​

[Status]

Potential Heir to House Ravaleth​

[Crest]

Major Crest of Ravaleth​

[Age]

17​

[Date of Birth]

15th of the Soaring Moon, Divine Year 764​

[Appearance Information]

Upon first glance at Alexander one may first take note of his navy blue hair, tan complexion, and (most notably) his gray eyes. Still, Alex boasts a fairly athletic physique, standing at 5'9" tall with a lean, but muscular, build. He weighs in at roughly 184 pounds and is remarkably light on his feet, allowing him to skillfully maneuver around most opponents with relative ease, which he often uses to his advantage in combat. However, that isn't to say that he can't hold his own in a clash of strength, his daily training regimen making quite sure of this. He makes sure to take care of himself, knowing that he has to work hard if he wishes to move forward with his future plans for House Ravaleth. ​

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When it comes to appearance, Alex isn't what one would expect of a noble. While he keeps tries to keep his body in top form, his clothing doesn't often receive the same treatment. His uniform is kept well enough to just passably abide by the regulations of the Officer's Academy. It is devoid of stains, but often a bit unkempt and, at times, wrinkly. The only exception to this are his arm and leg guards (seen in picture), which he keeps almost immaculately maintained and generally worn over his uniform, as well as into battle, unless expressly forbidden. ​

[Personality]

Alexander in many ways is a kindhearted, loyal, and devoted to those he comes to trust and care for. Unfortunately, most of his redeeming qualities have a tendency to be buried under all of his less than favorable qualities. First, ever the pragmatist, Alex has a tendency to speak his mind, rather bluntly at that, even to those who may hold a higher position of power than himself when it comes to the things he feels particularly strongly about. This ties into the second note; Alex has a tendency to wear his heart on his sleeve. Essentially, if he doesn't like you, you'll know it. This often extends to members of nobility whom he believes to embody the more undesirable traits of the spoiled, upper class. Alex understands and even, at times, acknowledges the hypocrisy in his beliefs, but doesn't seem to care much about it. After all, he may be a noble in title, but he is not the same. Moving on, it is quite clear that Alex is indeed one to hold a grudge. This is evidenced by his anger towards his father (Zandus), step-mother (tbnl), and half-sister (tbnl).​

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In spite of these unappealing aspects of Alex's personality, he still attempts to give people the benefit of the doubt. He can, at times, be surprisingly helpful, and when it isn't in a bad mood, he's actually pretty tolerable. In fact, one might even go as far as to say, he is a good guy to be around. He does have a bit of a tendency to joke around with, or even mock, others, but it's all in good fun (at least for Alex). He is quick to apologize if he realizes that he has gone to far. He'll even go as far as to try and make amends, even if the price comes at his own expense. In the end, he may be a bit rough around the edges, but if he is able to come to terms with and overcome his shortcomings, Alex may just make a fine knight and perhaps even more one day. ​

[Personal History]

Much of Alexander's earliest memories revolve around his time with his mother, Eliana Grimmond. Alex doesn't quite know why, but sometime before she was born she left the Ravaleth Territory. Perhaps she believed it would be safer for her and her child. Regardless, Alex was born into poverty in the Lower City of Fadell. It didn't matter to him though because he always believed he was safe under her watchful eyes. He remembers waking up to help her tend her makeshift garden as she regailed him with stories of his father. He didn't understand why the man she seemed to praise so much was not apart of their humble life, but he understood that his mother simply thought the world of the man. However, as he grew up, he would begin to realize exactly who his father was; a man of power within the kingdom, and yet, a man of cowardice. At least... that's how Alexander perceived Zandus Shearmund Ravaleth.​

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Alex struggled with his mother to make ends meat for years. He helped her work odd jobs, sell things they'd made and grown together, and helped with chores. Still, working together, surviving among the crime ridden filth of the Lower City filled Alex with a sense of pride. In himself, as he grew to understand the position he and his mother were in, and in her for working as hard as she did. As hard as it must have been for her, Eliana never cried. She carried on, doing her best to support herself and her child. It was hard. It must have been. Alex was a young boy quickly growing resentful of a man he did not know, and Eliana a woman trying to show him all the good the world had to offer beyond the confines of the Lower City. Perhaps it was this that seemed to keep Alexander so cheerful despite all he was coming to "understand."​

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Despite all their hardships, the two were happy. They spent time together. They lived as best as they could. Perhaps it was because of this happiness that everything hurt that much more. Eliana became extremely sick. They didn't have the money to seek help, at least not as a long term solution. Alex was devastated. It was as though his world was crumbling before his eyes. He began to do much of the work he'd done together with her on his own to try and spare her the trouble. He began to practice hunting, learned on to fight, the way of the sword, and more from a traveling former mercenary who often spent time in the among the riff raff of the Lower City.​

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Despite all of his best efforts, Alex was forced to face the death of his mother much sooner than he could ever have imagined. However, unbeknownst to him, before her death, Eliana had sent a letter to his estranged father. She'd explained that she didn't have time left. She'd hoped that Zandus would take care of their son after she was gone. In truth, Zandus had made contact well before this, but now was the time when his presence would truly matter. Zandus took Alex in, though not without a bit of a fight on the part of his stubborn son. However, despite his struggling, it wasn't long before Alexander found himself living with Zandus, his wife, and an apparent half-sister that the young man had never known he had. Evidently, she had been conceived only a few months before him; a fact that she would not let him forget as his elder. However, if that wasn't enough, he had to deal with his father's wife constantly reminding him of her daughter's place as the legitimate child.​

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It took time to get used to living among the nobility, though not much to bare his fangs at those who would speak ill of his mother or of him. He continued to train, now more effectively than ever. And as soon as he'd established himself as more than a bastard child from the Lower City, at least among the ranks of a few of the warriors of House Ravaleth, he had a meeting with his father. He wished to be considered as a potential heir to the House. Zandus' wife scoffed at the notion; why would they consider anyone other than Zandus' legitimate child, especially if that child bore the Crest of Ravaleth, minor though it was. Zandus... agreed. Alex kept that in mind as he left, dejected. Still, he didn't give up. He trained more, and after learning a bit more about the sword and about crests returned. He made his case and announced that he would be better suited as heir because of his rapid growth in skill over his half-sister AND because he also bore the Crest of Ravaleth. Zandus' wife was infuriated at the gall of this boy, even more so as further studied proved his claim to be true.​

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Zandus, against his wife's wishes, accepted Alex's proposal, the two would be in formal competition from then on. But a decision would not be made until such a point when they either graduated from the Officer's Academy, or when he was prepared to relinquish his position. And so, Alex resolved to become the recognized Heir of House Ravaleth and use that power to... make some changes. At least, that is the plan.​

[Preferred Fighting Style]

Swords​

[Equipment]

Training Sword​

Vulnerary​

[Learned Spells]

Thunder​

[Interests]

• Training and combat
• Painting
• Travelling

[Likes]

• Different styles of swordsmanship
• Drawing in his free time
• Sparring
• Lizards
• Chess
• Savory foods and meat based dishes

[Dislikes]

• Nobility and Crest Obsession
• Cold weather
• Badmouthing his Mom
• Spoiled brats

 

[Marlowe]

Orianna Schuyler Keryth

[Full Name]
Orianna Schuyler Keryth

[Alias]
Ori

[Affiliation]
Mordlind Concorde

[Starting Class]
Noble

[Status]
Sibling to the Heir of House Keryth

[Crest]
None

[Age]
16

[Date of Birth]
2nd of the Withered Moon, Divine Year 767

[Appearance Information]
Orianna bears a petite, delicate appearance, only standing at 5'4" and weighing about 108 pounds. Her skin is silk white from spending far too many years in a cold environment-- due to this, she burns easily in the sun. Her hair is a hazel color while her eyes are warm brown, and her expression always offers a smile to anyone willing to accept it. She often wears her hair long and brushed to the side, away from her face.

[Personality]
Timid, shy, and very much clumsy, Orianna has little worth as a noble due to having no Crest. That being said, she is always eager to please, no matter what that might entail. She's literally willing to make a fool of herself to gain favors from her peers, and is fairly easy to manipulate. Perhaps this stems from the fact that her parents practically ignore her due to the fact that she has little worth for them. She is her brother's shadow, an afterthought in the minds of her father and mother.

Despite this, she deeply adores her brother, as he does her. Orianna is desperate to be her own person, but she finds this easier said than done. While she might have the disposition of a noble, she feels like she is far from actually being one. Due to having low self-esteem, she looks up to pretty much everyone, especially the heirs of the other houses of Musentia. She also has a deep affinity for the tales of the grand hero, Marlon, the First Dream, along with his descendants.

[Personal History]
Since her birth, Orianna was cursed to have an ordinary life; she could hope for little else than marrying someone with a Crest, for she was born with none. Her parents were very much disinterested with her, only caring if she learned how to behave like a proper noblewoman. No matter what she did, they would only look upon her with disinterest and disdain, despite the fact that she loved them more than the world. If it hadn't been for her brother, Victor, she would have certainly faded into the afterthoughts of her entire family. Her brother aided in raising her right, bringing her books on sciences and magicks so she could hone her skills. His comfort and care allowed her to stand on her own two feet, somewhat, for if it wasn't for his aid, she wouldn't even know how to read.

When Victor was permitted leave to go to the Irinduil Monastery, Orianna begged her parents to grant her permission to follow. However, they denied her request, stating that she must stay and wait for them to arrange a betrothal to another member of nobility. Victor was quick to respond, however-- he wrote back to his parents, stating that he would return home if they did not grant her permission to leave home. Begrudgingly, they let her leave, and Orianna was quick to pack her bags and set off after her brother.

[Preferred Fighting Style]
Faith

[Equipment]
- Vulnerary (x3)

[Learned Spells]
- Nosferatu
- Heal

[Interests]
- Science and alchemy
- Mythology and legend
- Cooking

[Likes]
- Sweets
- Animals
- The cold, along with snow

[Dislikes]
- Injustice
- Lack of confidence
- Hot weather
- Being treated like a child

 

[Solace]

Lucien Matias Kard

[Full Name]

Lucien Matias Kard​

[Alias]

Luce (childhood nickname), Lucy (undesired nickname)​

[Affiliation]

The Kingdom of Galbia—Church of Yhirel​

[Starting Class]

Commoner​

[Status]

Squire for the Knights of Yhirel, Member of the Green Falcons​

[Crest]

N/A​

[Age]

Eighteen years old​

[Date of Birth]

1st of the Radiant Moon, Divine Year 762​

[Appearance Information]

Standing at 176 centimeters tall (or 5'9) and weighing around 69 kilograms (or around 152 pounds), Lucien is of healthy physique and lean composition, teetering towards the thinner side. His dirty blonde hair is a bit ruffled and messy, cut from short to medium length at most to not cover his plum-covered eyes.​

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His outfit is a cross between the uniform of the Officers Academy and his squire garments, styled and dyed to fit his appearance. Lucien always wears a fancy pair of gloves over his long fingers, both for show and practical use in channeling magic. The individual studded buttons on his uniform are frequently polished like his boots, and he wears an ordinary pair of earrings.​

[Personality]

Lucien often likes to keep to himself, exuding a calm and collected nature that borders shyness. It can be difficult to hold a conversation with the boy if it is an uninteresting subject, or one that he is ignorant of; awkward as he is, some have observed that he will outright abandon an interaction if he finds himself choked up or embarrassed in the slightest by swiftly walking away. This can give off an impression of rudeness, but besides his compulsion to flee from flustering moments, he is a kind and compassionate soul that enjoys company with like-minded colleagues.​

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As he is being fostered into a sworn knight, Lucien lives by the tenets of chivalry and honor, seeking to uphold justice wherever necessary. He views most of his noble brethren in lesser regard for their typical tendency to look down on their fellow peers, and is disgusted by their indoctrinated ideology of superiority over the common person. He would never inflict harm upon a person who doesn't deserve it, and is always keen on serving as the sword and shield of his friends and innocent people. He is sometimes known to take this action too dramatically at times, and unintentionally seem corny to friends and those that he is trying to impress.​

[Personal History]

Lucien Matias Kard was like many of the children that flocked the streets in the Lower City of Fadell. An orphan at birth, the boy never knew of the man and woman who had brought him into the world, only of the reeking poverty that lined the slums and his new life. Yet, he refused to allow those derelict conditions to define his worth of character; it was a simple lesson of humility that he had learned under the matron of her orphanage. He was groomed to become her assistant in organizing and running the shelter over the years as he slowly came of age, and it was by his work ethic that the establishment flourished as a sanctuary from wayward children like himself. The youth helped teach them crucial skills such as reading and writing, even guiding their efforts to find simple work to support the adults' finances for the orphanage.​

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As time passed on and children after children were adopted into loving families, that time would inevitably come for Lucien, as well, at the age of thirteen. He was fostered by a middle-aged couple, his to-be parents identifying themselves as knights under the service of House Grimdall. While he was reluctant to leave the orphanage, the boy vowed to return in the future when he became a man, and promised to continue what he had started. When it came to living in the Upper City, he was shocked by the sheer differences in their quality of life, though he never allowed himself to grow lazy. His adopted parents would honor their fostered child's request to follow in their steed, swearing under House Grimdall as a page.​

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He would serve the royal family for the next five years, though Lucien found himself discriminated against by the collective children and lesser nobles of the court for his modest upbringing. The eighteen year old would prove himself more than worthy when he was offerred the opportunity of attending the Officers Academy as a squire for the Knights of Yhirel, and at the behest of his foster parents, Lucien humbly accepted.​

[Preferred Fighting Style]

Reason​

[Equipment]

Training Lance​

[Learned Spells]

Blizzard​

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[Interests]

• Magic Research
• Cooking

[Likes]

• Looking after children
• Literature
• Tales of heroism
• Coffee
• Outdoor activities
• Fishing

[Dislikes]

• Bugs
• Most nobles
• Politics
• Ghosts
• Injustice
• Blind Reliance on Gods

 

[Reanimator Buns]

Ellie Larest

[Full Name]

Elias Larest​

[Alias]

Ellie (El-ee)​

[Affiliation]

Mordlind​

[Starting Class]

Commoner​

[Status]

Apprenticed Priest​

[Crest]

N/A​

[Age]

14​

[Date of Birth]

12th of Visceral Moon 767​

[Appearance Information]

Blessed with natural beauty Ellie is often mistaken for a woman. With long silky blond hair and cool blue eyes, skin smooth and clear without blemishes, his appearance is often the envy of many other women. Ellie stand about 5'5 inches tall, being far smaller than most of the other students, partly due to his age, but even in that case, he is quite short.​

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However his pale skin is mostly brought on by the fact that he is often sickly or keeping to himself in the libraries. He would rarely make an appearance outside unless on a perfect day. Which is a cloudy day for him. His clothing is often adorned by a white and blue cloak he wore at the monastery he grew up in.​

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[Personality]

Contrary to his appearance, Ellie is actually a smart-mouthed brat. Its easy to overlook it however, as his voice is soft and light, making it come across as flirtatious rather than arrogant. Furthermore, Ellie knows this and uses it to his advantage. He can get others to work for him, not making an effort to correct any misconceptions someone may have about his gender. This he tries to use to nonchalantly play off things like using bathhouses with woman or similar situations​

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However, Ellie is quick to break down when things don't go his way, or at least the way he planned. Being a calculating mind, he often thinks things through, but is so confident that he rarely creates a contingency, and being a poor improviser, if caught off guard, he will become a stammering blushing and embarrassed mess. Ellie is still quite young, even if he forgets this and often needs to be reminded that his is a child and is not experienced in the world.​

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[Personal History]

For Ellie, life was strange. He grew up in a small orphanage ran by a few monks and priests. However, he was actually the first child to be taken in. Before hand, the church never had the proper funding to perform such an act, and yet they were given a sizeable sum of money from a mysterious benefactor to raise this child with the only requirement being his enrollment at the Irinduil Monastery. Regardless, this was enough for this little church to take in a few other children.​

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He never heard of what happened to his parents, or how he got there, but he came to the conclusion that he was abandoned for one reason or another. And while for some, that kind of history would feel tragic, to Ellie, he figured it actually was for the best. He was well fed, he had warmth, and people to raise him and educate him as well as many friends. Ellie was happy with this.​

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He was raised normally, but never took much of an interest in physical play, instead opting for board games or reading and studying. But in spite of this fact, he was well loved by the younger children as a negotiator, a mediator, a teacher, and so many more. He never played any games, but was quick to think up strategies to break through the other teams defenses that he needed to be impartial.​

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When he reached the age of 12, he was informed of the circumstances of how he came to be at this church. He was confused and a little upset, having to be dragged away from the life he liked so much. Due to his churches affiliation with the Monastery, he was already given a place to stay there. It would be good for him, as he had exhausted any and all books for him to study there. Even if not actively taking classes, he may be given the opportunity to read through the great library there.​

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Once there, without being with those who he grew up with, he had less of an interest in trying to make new friends. Furthermore, everyone treated him a little differently. They were far more willing to get him something he needed. When reaching for a tall book, someone was always there to help him, when it started to rain, someone offered up their own cover to keep him dry. And the he realized, they thought him a girl. And quite the beautiful one at that. Something that he would soon learn to manipulate for his own benefit with the people of the monastery. Which he used right up until he was finally able to join the classes​

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[Preferred Fighting Style]

Faith​

[Equipment]

Vulnerary​

[Learned Spells]

Heal​

Nosferatu​

[Interests]

• Dance!
• History (Particularly of the saints)
• Tea brewing

[Likes]

• Girls
• High quality tea
• Gardens

[Dislikes]

• Poor quality tea
• Physical Training
• "Childish dishes" (Sweets, What ever would be the equivalent of chicken tenders)