FE: The Great Divide Database

Name: Sonja Carrion
Class: Crow Laguz
Starting faction (rebels/militia): Militia
Gender: Female
Age: 99
Appearance: Black eyes, black hair, and black wings.  On the short side, but it's hidden by the fact she very rarely lands.  Her default expression is one of complete boredom.  She usually ignores the expected dress for an easy-to-wear brown tunic.
Personality: Unenthusiastic and laid-back.  Considers the rebel uprising a minor annoyance, at worst.  Doesn't hate beorc in particular; she resents the laguz more after being forced to fight for her position among the hierarchy.  Values freedom above all.
Background: Born the first daughter to the ruling family of a small fiefdom known for its livestock.  Sonja never really cared about the position she was inherited after her father ceded control, and always thought court manners and practices were both dumb and dull.  Regardless of how she feels about her duties, she's still very dedicated to her position.
Personal goal: Some peace and quiet.
Theme: Tetsu no Lullaby/Steel Lullaby (remix) ~ Armored Trooper VOTOMs


Name: Leilah Avandal
Class: Pegasus Knight
Starting faction (rebels/militia): Rebels
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance: Average build and height for her age.  She rarely removes her armor, a red-colored undercoat with a silver breastplate, or her helmet, an ornate silver design with carefully-carved wings.  Her hair is cut short to fit under the helmet, a dark brown.  Her eyes are pale blue.
Personality: Young, friendly, and idealistic.  Leilah's a bit extremely naive and prone to flights of fancy.  She's not completely delusional; she knows that even if the rebels win the war, it'll be a long fight to bring equality to the laguz and beorc.
Background: Leilah was born to a farmer and an author.  Her mother was arrested while she was young on suspicion of practicing magic.  She joined the militia as soon as able and she was found to have an affinity for animals; she eventually wound up being trained as a pegasus knight.  She deserted to join Tilo's revolution.
Personal goal: Restoration of the former equalist status quo and revitilization of Solgen
Theme: You Are My Hope ~ Bravely Default


Name: Tilo Hartmann
Class: Hero
Starting faction (rebels/militia): Rebels (leader)
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:
Personality: Tilo shares one trait with Bastian Ferik - ruthlessness.  Tilo rallies his forces with promises of a brighter future for the beorc.  He doesn't actually hate all laguz, but he won't show any pity to those that get in the way of realizing his dream of placing beorc on top.
Background: Tilo makes no effort to hide that he's a branded, born of a laguz and a human.  He refuses to acknowledge rumors that his father is none other than Bastian Ferik himself.  In truth, he's the result of a one night stand between his mother, owner of a small inn, and a dragon laguz adventurer.  Tilo spent several years of his life traveling between villages, slowly becoming angrier and angrier at what he considered exploitation of beorc.  He led several small revolts, eventually collecting a following large enough to draw the king's eye.
Personal goal: The death of Bastian Ferik.
Theme: Berserk Eren's Theme ~ Attack on Titan


Name: Bastian Ferik
Class: Lion
Starting faction (rebels/militia): Militia
Gender: Male
Age: 353
Appearance: Flaming red-brown hair grown thick and curly, matched by a large beard.  Short, but extremely muscular.  Dark green eyes.  Always wears a flowing, dark-crimson cape (except when sleeping (except sometimes he wears it while sleeping)).  The rest of his outfit varies with his mood.
Personality: Bastian does not tolerate nonsense or dissent.  He deals with it harshly and quickly, and preferably personally.  Although he rules with an iron fist, he truly does want what's best for his kingdom.  And what's best for his kingdom is not erupting into a bloody civil war.
Background: Bastian was born to the mayor of a fairly large city.  As he aged, he continually expanded his sphere of influence by repeatedly challenging neighboring nobles. When he was 236, he finally earned the right to challenge the former king, a powerful, wizened dragon laguz.  Bastian won after a hard-fought battle; it took him 3 weeks to recover, after which he quickly fell into his role as king.
Personal goal: The subjugation of Tilo Hartmann and his movement.
Theme: Yuuki aru Tatakai/The Battle with Courage ~ Yuushaoh GaoGaiGar

Name: Caderyn(Sade-ryn) Emrys
Class: Black Dragon
Starting faction (rebels/militia): Neutral
Gender: male
Age: 334(Looks to be in his mid thirties)
Appearance: He has very tan skin, with long deep black hair with a reddish tint that falls down to his back. He has dark, reddish amber eyes and is extremely tall and muscular, standing at 6'8. He has a wide and deep scar across the center of his chest, and has slightly pointed ears, which poke out of his hair. He wears a white headband around his forehead to keep his wild hair out of his eyes, and he wears a long black coat with a black fur collar over black pants and black boots. His chest is usually bare, though in company, he'll put on a black shirt to be a bit more civilized. Since he obviously tends to fight in Dragon form, and he can change forms at will, he usually doesn't wear anything special into battle, just his normal attire. However, during certain special circumstances, he wears a special suit of black metal armor.

Personality: A man of conflicting natures, he is cold and calculating, and ruthless, but also compassionate and kind to a fault. He tends to have a short temper, and isn't very good at concealing his emotions. He is a brilliant strategist and a terrifying sight on the battlefield, but he despises all forms of war and would rather not fight unless he had to. Once idealistic, he now prefers to live a quiet life, and he rarely meddles in the affairs of mortals. He has an extreme hatred of all Lions that borders on insanity, and because of his lack of control, mostly tries to stay away from them. He also has a very soft spot for Herons, as his wife is a Heron. He has a deep, burning desire for vengeance over something that happened in his distant past, something that he has never forgotten. Despite his many faults, he is knowledgeable and wise, and has almost uncanny foresight. Almost always appears to be deep in thought. Seems to be wild and uncivilized, and he likes people to think he is too. He's gorgeous and he knows it, and is quite the silvertonge. He uses that to his advantage, even when he probably shouldn't, and can be a bit of a playboy and womanizer. His voice is very deep, but he is surprisingly soft spoken, and only raises his voice when drunk or enraged. Otherwise, he always speaks very quietly. However, he's mastered the timeless art of projection, and can easily make himself be heard, seemingly without raising his voice at all. This can make it rather eery to talk to him at times. He has a fondness for drink that often gets him into trouble.

Said to be one of the largest Dragons ever recorded, he was once known as the "Thunderclap", because when he flew, the flapping of his mighty wings sounded like thunder.

Background:

Personal goal: Tear off the Red Lion King's head and put it on a spike for the entire world to see.
Theme: Black Dragon Kalameet ~ Dark Souls

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Name: Rena Estelle Emrys
Class: Heron
Starting faction: Neutral
Gender: female
Age: 253(Looks to be in her early 20s)
Appearance: Fair, pale skin and long golden blond hair worn in a single braid. Average height, slender, with bright emerald green eyes that always seem to sparkle. Her wings are a beautiful pure white, like angel wings. She usually wears a long white strapless Summer dress, or a long white silk gown, and white sandals. However, if she accompanies her overprotective husband out into public, she usually wears simple travelling clothes and light brown leather armor custom made for her, that offers decent protection without hindering mobility. Hey, Herons need armor too.

Personality: Kind, gentle, and very compassionate. She abhors violence, however she has a surprising fiery side, and isn't afraid to stand up for herself or for others. She has some odd behavioral quirks that are usually attributed to Dragon Laguz, which makes her a unique Heron, to say the least. She loves nature, and in return is loved by most animals. There seems to be quite a bit more to her than meets the eye, and while that enigmatic side of her shines through sometimes, often at completely random times, that part of her is locked away with her memories. Due to her tendency to spout random things at random times, she can be very odd.

Background: A Royal Heron who lives in a small cabin deep in the Rosim mountains, near a secluded lake in a naturally hidden valley. She has a severe case of amnesia that nothing seems to be able to cure, though she does remember some things, like her name, a few things about herself and the world, and a few things about her husband. She lived alone for a long time, with her only visitor being another Heron, who regularly checked on her. Until one fateful day, when the dragon Caderyn accidentally stumbled upon her, and recognized her as his missing wife, who had been missing for years. How she lost her memory and why she went missing is a mystery. Now, she lives happily with her husband in the mountains.

Personal goal: to recover her memories.
Theme: Believing ~ Ys Origin

Name: Judah Maximilian/ "Caged Bird"

Class: Phoenix Prince

Starting Faction: Neutral

Gender: Male

Age: 255(Looks 24)

Appearance: 6'0. Judah actually prefers simple beorc clothing. He was once pale due to spending his time in the palace, but has developed a mocha tan after traveling Biessel. His chin and nose are small, and his eyes are turquoise, being sharp with a red rim around the irises. His hair is a reddish orange color that feels and looks feathery, and is slicked back. Has two orange wing-like markings on his legs and biceps for each leg and arm. He's on the well-toned side.

Since it's impossible to hide his wings, he normally wears white robes with red lining and a hood. Has small, reddish orange wings that are easy to hide when not turned sideways. 

Personality: Judah is blunt, straightforward, and has no respect for people he believes haven't earned it. He's a very down-to-earth person, and believes that every leader must know themselves before ruling, which is why he vanished from home unannounced despite the consequences.

He is indifferent towards beorc and their plight, often ignoring them if he comes across them. He's a very honorable and trustworthy fellow that doesn't resort to petty tricks.

Judah has no qualms about using beorc weapons. However, he will discard them in traditional duels. He's fond of animals—particularly birds—and will stop to nurture them time from time. However, he's an odd case. He does not worship Lannis in the slightest.

Background: The brother of Princess Samantha and Queen Honorah. Judah has lived a solitary life in the Ichivale Palace. He's the younger of the siblings, and his attitude towards his life reflects this. Often called the "Caged Bird" by his people because he rarely left the palace. Judah has trained almost all of his life among his people. After a day of contemplating on where his life was going, and wishing to meet his late father's standards, Judah left the palace without a word... His name left on the wind.

Naturally, this threw the Kingdom of Genesis in an uproar and panic as the prince went missing. Judah cares for his family deeply, but his ideals are so rooted deep into him that he feels it is impossible to return without his task complete. He has no intentions of returning to his home country, Lannister anytime soon.

Personal Goal: Self-improvement through his journey, and to open his eyes to the world.

Theme: Corridors of Time (remix) ~ Chronotrigger
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Name: Iscarah Nozdalene/ "Green Maiden"

Class: Dancer

Starting Faction: Neutral

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Appearance: 6'1. She is tall, tan, and slender with long legs she inherited from her mother. She is far from the scrawny side, and actually packs muscle in her abdomen and biceps. Her hair is the color of grass, but a few shades darker, allowing her to blend in with forest backgrounds. She wears a golden circlet around her forehead, and holds her long hair back in a ponytail that reaches her lower neck.

A long jagged scar can be seen on her neck, ending at the bottom of her throat. It hasn't gone away with time. Unlike most dancers, she prefers a more modest approach to her clothing. She's outfitted with a black dress that ends at her upper calves with a slit around the hips, with green lining and azure embroidery sewn into it. The dress hardly affects her fighting, and the sleeves are detached from the dress. It is somewhat of a low-cut dress, but not by much.

A small, beautiful face with inviting amber eyes. She wears a collar-like brooch with an emerald gem embedded inside around her neck to cover the scar. Her brand is a blue wolf claw that is in the center of her lower back.

Personality: Iscarah is a quiet, calm young woman that would prefer to keep her burdens to herself. She has a burning hatred of Laguz and beorc in general. The only four(Five with Relda) beorc she like/ is the group she travels with, yet feel as if she is distant from them regardless.

She doesn't like being abandoned, and has problems opening up to others. When she does, she devotes herself to them and their wellbeing utterly. She is polite, but doesn't hesitate to tell someone they are being foolish if she thinks they are.

Her mind... May not be as stable as appears. She prefers to be called Iscah.

Background: The child of a Laguz and Beorc. As a child, she lived outside Selsen and lived in the forest that surrounded it. She learned the art of song and dance from her mother, who had passed down ancient laguz songs, and mixed them in with beorc dances.

Her father was one of the rare few that signed up for a previous rebellion when tensions broke out. Through lonely days, Iscah had only had her mother to raise her. It came to a head as full tensions broke about between the rebels and Laguz in Solgen once again. With a few more radical beorc rebels wanting to get rid of the Laguz entirely, it was only a matter of time before their home was stumbled upon.

Mistaking Iscah's mother for a Laguz spy, the mob slaughtered the defenseless Laguz in front of a child Iscah. With the event scarring her for life, Iscah ran away from the mob, not even caring if her father would return to clear up the mess. After said rebellion was crushed, she gave up on hope of him returning. She spent years in the wilderness and slipping in and out of beorc villages to read and learn. She followed in her mother's footsteps, and became a dancer after encountering a slightly older dancer by the name of Relda in one village. Her dances and voice have made people consider her as some sort of deity due to the way her 'aura' feels. What they don't know is that she is a Branded, and that affects their perception of her.

She founded the "Five Maidens" dancing troupe, and has travelled with four other dancers as well during the last few years. This has caused them to make a name for themselves among the beorc.

Personal Goal: Finding a place where she belongs.

Theme: Never More ~ Persona 4

Name: Rocangus MacPhearsome
Class: Hawk
Starting faction (rebels/militia): Militia
Gender: Male
Age: 196
Appearance:
Small relative to others his age. Bright orange hair and dark brown wings with grey speckles and black tips. Wears bandages wrapped around his hands, wrists, and forearms. Wears another series of bandages around his forehead, covering his eyes save for thin slits for him to see out of. Usually wears a tan coat with a green shirt, beige pants, brown leather shoes.

Personality:
Rocangus was born with a mental disorder similar to Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder. He is fixated mainly on amounts and measurements. If it occurs to him that there is an "amount" of something, he will be forced to know much of of it there is, no matter what it is, or else start to experience crippling anxiety. At his worst, he can't handle a messy table because he must count every object on it. Looking at a wall, he'll have to count every brick, and if he loses count, he'll start all over again. A bag of gold is a nightmare. Or worse? A bag of sand. He has 1572 feathers on his right wing and 1578 on his left wing. That being said, he's gotten really good at counting. In terms of measurements, once he discovered the beorc have things called "units" it was drilled into his head that you can count anything: the distance between any two points, the size and weight of any object, etc. The initial realization of this sent him into a frenzy, during which he was compulsed to simply burn everything down so there was nothing. He can transform into his hawk form, but its enhanced senses drive him insane. When you can see every blade of grass in a field...well, you get the picture.

However, he has a remedy. When he inhales the smoke of certain herbal blend, his anxiety and compulsions dissipate. As a result, he keeps a large amount of herb cigarettes on his person and smokes them frequently. He has a habit of isolating himself since the smoke is not pleasant to most other people, and especially not other bird laguz. This blend does not work on his hawk form (and how would a hawk smoke anyways?), so he is still not able to transform easily. He desperately wants a remedy that will work in hawk form though. He also knows how to trick himself. For example, he can approximate how much a bag of sand weighs, and from that extrapolate the number of grains inside of it. This, while not accurate, satisfies him, and was a necessary skill to learn in order to function in every day life.

Personally, he is very aloof, and interacts with others in general quite normally. He isn't quite charismatic, and he smells funny, so he wouldn't be the most popular. You wouldn't think there was anything wrong with him, other than the fact that he keeps a burning weed in his mouth. His disinterest in things is deliberate, since for him, it's a slippery slope between care and obsession.

Background:
The noble clan MacPhearsome of Gauren takes pride in their strength, wealth, and influence, but Rocangus fell outside that curve. He is the eldest child in the next generation of a powerful first-born MacPhearsome family that stretches back generations, but his "defection" happened to terminate this trend. He was often locked away for being ill, and his symptoms only got worse with age although he was forced to learn to respectfully cope with it. After incident where one of his anxiety attacks caused the accidental incineration of a merchant caravan, he was exiled (on mutually beneficial terms) to Solgen. He wished to separate himself from his family as to not harm their reputation any further. But more personally, he found that the smoke from that fire alleviated his symptoms, allowing him to even fly for the first time, and he hoped to find a beorc who could replicate this.

Since his arrival in Solgen 50 years ago, he managed to find company with some merchants. He was used to their ways due to his family's trade, and under his direction they managed to recreate the herbal blend from the caravan fire. In addition, he's found a way to utilize his obsessions in order to concoct vulneraries and other goods with vastly improved potency. His new "talent" has got him noticed by the nobles and militia of Solgen however, who want him to put his skills to work on something that does quite the opposite of healing.

Personal goal: To become strong enough to rejoin his family.
Theme: L's Theme - Hideki Taniuchi (Death Note OST)

Name: Cairbre Ahearn (Pronounced Car-bruh Ay-hern)
Class: Cavalier
Starting faction (rebels/militia): Militia
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:
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Wears green cavalry gear, and when entering actual combat, wears a small helmet that doesn't cover his face. Out of his armor, he generally wears plainclothes, but usually in a shade of green. Uses a bill hook as a primary weapon, but also carries a side sword for back-up.
Personality: Calm in the house but fierce in the battlefield, Cairbre has a high sense of honor and duty. He thinks Laguz are often too set in their ways, whatever they may be.
Background: Born and raised in one of the smaller fiefdoms in Solgen, nothing much ever really happened until a radical cult attacked. He was part of the small volunteer militia assembled to combat the cult, and he brought glory to himself and was promoted for his valor in combat. While he was sergeant, his commander gave him an order to execute a family who had failed to pay their taxes in full, so he challenged the commander to a duel and won. With the commander dead, Cairbre presented his head to the new governor, Sonja, and was promoted to take his place in addition to being given the previous commander's prized horse.
Personal goal: He wants to stop the rebels from further damaging the Laguz's view of beorc, and wants to use his own reputation to bolster the standing of beorc in society.
Theme: Punch Bowl ~ Donkey Kong Country Tropical Freeze

Name: Halcyon
Class: Heron Shieldmaiden
Starting faction (rebels/militia): Neutral
Gender: Female
Age: 282
Appearance: Soft facial features, bright, wavy red hair that goes past her waist, golden eyes. Very tall, muscular build, black wings. Wears traditional heron style robes while not going into battle. Her armor for battle is heavy armor that is black, with the clothing underneath it, which can be seen in several places where it is pulled through to act as an accent also being black, but with traditional ornate white patterns. Uses a scythe as her primary weapon, and a battleaxe as a secondary weapon.
Personality: Coolheaded and not easily provoked. Very loyal, but only fights for what she believes in. If she loses faith in a cause she will leave without hesitating. She is guided by the traditional values of her isolated heron tribe, and has never left their small village inside the deepest part of the forest. Fears the idea of visiting a large city, or finding herself in a large group of complete strangers.
Background: Born and raised in a heron settlement that has had minimal contact with the outside world (every couple hundreds years or so), where their only knowledge of the rest of the world's state comes in the form of visions the sage has. Her people safeguard many ancient secrets, and act as the historians of the world, recording all the knowledge they've ever gained and storing it away. Halcyon, a black heron (which always possess a natural apptitude for combat), was chosen as the new guardian, or "Keeper" of the heron tribe's most sacred grounds recently, making her one of the two authority figures or leaders for the village alongside the current sage. She is still hard at work learning her new duties, which is already overwhelming, while also having to learn to accept that the people she once enjoyed calling her peers now look to her for guidance and protection.
Personal goal: To see her tribe through a peaceful era in the world, even if it means she must intervene directly to help establish that same peace in the outside world in order to accomplish that.
Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?list=PLajKQSBOo4K0SxDXctys5BrMfcduO0iOu&v=JfU5dOgVaS0

Name: Caro Tekinen

Class: MYRMIDON!
Starting faction (rebels/militia): Rebels
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Blue haired yellow eyed guy. You know the picture.

Personality: Always on the lookout for danger, Caro wants to secure his freedom for all eternity, believing that the best way to accomplish such a notion is to find a country... or overthrow a current one His hatred of the Laguz occassionally gets the better of him. Least likely to eat vegetables.

Background: Born to a loving mother with no father in sight, Caro was thrown into the world, homeless after a tragic fire at the age of 8. His mom did everything she could to ensure
he at least had food, even as she herself was going hungry. Nontheless, he was actually taken in by a kind old cat laguz, who was upset at how his young life was so far, when his own was so cushy. For years the cat trained him in the way of speed, Caro getting better every day. Unfortunatly, when he was 13 he saw just what his mother did to endure they did not starve. Seeing his mother bed with older, perverted Laguz broke him, his innocence shattering, rascism taking it's place. He never brought it up to his mother, and she died thinking he never knew. In his grief, he killed laguz as much ad possible before running away, joining the rebellion. Knowing firsthand the fate of poor beorc, Caro has vowed to erradicate any laguz that dare not help, eyeing to make a new nation for himself.

Personal goal: Topple the laguz royalty, become royalty himself, make better living conditions for beorc.
Theme: The Eternal Struggle for Freedom. (Link... uh, way later. Youtube linking on a phone will take a while.)

Secret: Unbeknownst to him due to a strange lack of brand, he is actually a branded, his father being a cat. Of course, he also does not hang around laguz, so he would not know they can generally smell it.

Fighting style: Caro is fast, but that's the best thing going for him. He can't take a hit, physical or magical, and his own hits only bite a little. Typical Myrmidon fare.

Name: Barabas Levitt
Class: Butler (wields Knives and Staves, promotes to Strategist.)
Starting faction: Militia
Gender: Male
Age: 32

Appearance: Though Barabas is a full-blooded Beorc, and a common one at that, he is of above average overall height standing at six feet tall. His hair is jet black and very smooth, swept back away from his distinctive brow and sharp, piercing hazel eyes. He has an angular face, with very pronounced bones and strong jawline. His skin is an olive colour and somewhat tanned by a balance of outdoor gardening and upkeep alongside indoor serving and care. Equally, his years of work and training have given him a well toned body, hidden though this fact is by his full butler's attire which compliments his innate handsomeness with its own. The suit itself is a monotone black and white ensemble with even the buttons and layout so mathematically precise that not a piece of it, down to the unstained cravat, betrays any individuality.

Personality: Barabas carries himself calmly and humbly, almost to the point of prostration. He plays the perfect servant, and is skilled at entrusting himself to his superiors. He is however, very cold, calculating and detached, constantly appraising those around him and adapting his strategies to his surroundings. He's naturally distrustful, but can foster some strange form of respect for and mutual understanding with those he comes to understand as strong figures.

Background: Barabas was raised from birth in the palacious surroundings of upper Nasain nobility. His mother was a lowly maid servant and so too was he raised by she and the other Beorc of the house staff to serve their wolf Laguz superiors. Though he was taught before he could even speak to know his place, he only ever knew one thing of his father. His mother said that the man was a wandering sorcerer, a secret practitioner of the dark arts who appeared in the court one day and disappeared after their illicit tryst. In spite of that, Barabas appeared to play the role of a house servant perfectly. He acted with proper diligence and accord and endeared himself so to his superiors that he was allowed access to tools and mentors beyond his traditional means. He learned from religious scholars and practitioners of the healing arts, self defense experts and even secret toxicologists, acquiring alongside his necessary housemaking skills an arsenal of talents to get ahead.

Through his hard work and manipulation of his surroundings, Barabas became the head butler at the unprecedented young age of 23 and attended to the lord of the house personally. Although he had always had an eye for the instinctual grabs at dominance and bids for personal gain in every day interaction, Barabas came to help his lord through such thick and thin that the will and sacrifice of the lord's decisions too many times baffled him and he developed a strong respect for the man. The lord would allow Barabas to entertain his search for knowledge, and in exchange he was as faithful as could be.

One day, as ancient custom would have it, the wolf lord saw fit to secede his position to his eldest son, who he had deemed stronger and more fit to rule, and so the lord moved on to a position in the Solgen military. The son was decadent and callous, wasting away resources on pompous parades of power and taking from his people when the treasurers came to him about it. For a time, relative peace remained in Solgen and the father was only away on military exercises, so Barabas would keep contact with him and beg for his return. The wolf lord would have none of it, and so Barabas held fast through discontent and conspiracy until the rebel faction took their stand. Receiving word that the wolf lord had died in a skirmish against the upstarts, Barabas waited until his lord's son was called to an audience with the king of Nasain and departed with the lordling and some retainers. After they all vanished into the wilderness, neither court investigator nor royal guard ever heard from them again. Barabas, invisible to the world, slipped away to find new gains in another land.

Personal goal: Barabas' primary goal is to attain knowledge, particularly that which can help him combat the greedy and spiteful courses of change around him. He sees everything as an exchange and always tries to maintain the most beneficial social position he can. However, his interests in personal gain don't extend beyond that and he sees no benefit in trying to climb the ladder of political or economic power.

Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=oV5OGh8D-ok

Name: Charles Philo, {The Scene}
Class: Barbarian
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Short, black, straight hair, lightly tanned skin, and brown eyes. His jagged smile contrasts his soft facial structure. Maintains stubble. Stands tall, with very broad shoulders. His forearms and back are heavily tattooed with thin, elegant patterns.
Generally wears light leather under a black cloak into combat, while going shirtless outside of it. Plain, dark brown pants and shoes. Covers his face at times with a black turban wrapped around his head, and a pair of rose-tinted, silver-framed glasses.
Personality: Crude, crass, and cutthroat, Charles, or Charlie, as he prefers, freely gives his affection, until the slightest offense is taken. Possesses a bandit-esque mentality, fond of using violence to get his way, quite lewd, slightly immature, and strongly favors anyone he knows well.
Very susceptible to his vices, which are numerous. Enjoys singing and bare knuckle brawling.


Name: Jennifer Lupus, {Three Tears}
Class: Thief
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Appearance: Cropped, dark purple hair, of a shade that, depending on the lighting, can resemble black or red hair. Blue-eyed. Petite in almost every way except for her eyes, she keeps up a fit body, though she splits time between working on her flexibility and strength. Branded, her brand is on the back of her right hip, but is covered in tribal tattoos of the same color, that spread out to her belly button and spine, as low as her kneecap and as high as the bottom of her breast.
Wears a maroon cloak over her light armor in combat, and over her street clothes too, though she turns it inside-out to show off a dark blue color. Prefers loose-fitting tunics. Wears a mask at times that she helped design, it bears three tear marks below the left eye, with a black 3 next to them. On the left side, a butterfly wing pattern is carved, barely noticeable until closely observed. The mask is mostly a dark blue.
Personality: While she shares some of Charlie's violent mindset, Jennifer, or Jenny, is much less volatile, and even enjoys thinking on intellectual matters, such as the repercussions of stealing or the practicality of fighting. As a result, she does most of the thinking for the duo, and takes responsibility for most of their problems. Much more closed off with her affections, and much more mature.
Very competitive, afraid of heights. Enjoys poetry and lyricism, along with playing the lute. Her daughter's future is among her priorities, but she insists the child is strong, and will be fine regardless of her own fate in the war. Cares little for her Branded status or her deceased wolf mother, but hides the fact for simplicity's sake.

Background: Growing up in a small town, both born to merchants, Charlie and Jenny were raised side-by-side, and received a decent bit of schooling before they decided to disregard this together. The two largely bonded over shared interest in music and debauchery, but never grew closer than friends. Jenny would cite this as simply not in their interests, while Charlie would switch his story up between "Because she said so" and "Because I know her better than that."
As they grew, the two tried several trades, going from failing musicians, to labourers, to failing merchants, to bandits. As bandits, the two felt accomplished, but disliked the leaders when they were followers, and disliked the followers when they were leaders. The two decided to go at it alone after a time, which they manage mostly by con artistry and quiet jobs, occasionally numerous easy ones.
Upon hearing about the rebellion, they decided it sounded glorious and fun, and aimed to sign up, hoping the bounties on their heads, listed under their aliases, might earn them respect and decent work with the rebels.
Starting faction: Rebels
Personal goal: To live life how they want, which mostly involves lazing about, making music, fighting, and drinking, without the government being asses.
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Name: Amelia Sacraria
Class: Dark Mage
Starting faction: Rebels
Gender: Female
Age: 23

Appearance: A Beorc with bright blonde hair, generally worn with a loose ponytail and her bangs swept to the sides, where they fall down her shoulders. Her face is very angular, with a pointed chin and nose, and her eyes are sharp too, their icy blue irises drawing as much attention as the pupils seem to give out. Her lips maintain a deep, purplish hue, in and out of the cold. Her body is slightly underweight, but more fit than the average citizen. Very pale skin.
Always wears an astrakhan hat, a large, somewhat loose fur coat over her clothes, and mukluks, all made of dark grey wolf fur.

Personality: As cold emotionally as she often is physically, Amelia prizes functionality above all else. This has led her to be very studious and hardworking, but with little in the way of friends, or even exposure to informal social activity for the most part, not that she's bothered by it.
She fully acknowledges and curses Beorc's inferior bodies, and even Branded to some extent, but considers the Laguz cultures to be simplistic, thoughtless, complacent, or some mix thereof, and thusly looks down upon them in general, while seeking to make up for the Beorc's deficiencies as best they can. Believes Laguz should be working class, while Branded should be bred as much as possible.

Background: A village girl from a small, Beorc-filled town, her parents taught her dark magic. Naturally cold after an accident in the mountains. Joined the rebellion knowing full well Beorc stood little chance against Laguz armies without magic.

Personal goal: Domination and exploitation of the Laguz
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Zeugen, creator of animals
Ziehen, creator of plants
Luwurl the Fearsome, creator of dragons
Iba the Graceful, creator of herons
Lowen the Mighty, creator of lions
Lannis the Ageless, creator of phoenixes
Gauren the Sharp-eyed, creator of hawks
Vanta the Trickster, creator of crows
Nasain the Proud, creator of wolves
Saelin the Aloof, creator of cats
Terik the Brave, creator of tigers
Kanin the Fleet-footed, creator of taguel
Selsen the Ambitious, creator of beorc
Solgen the Merciful

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