FE:A - Outsiders

It has been twenty years since Robin made a sacrifice to banish Grima from the world forever. Nearly that long since the tactician was found again, having succeeded in their mission. All the Shepherds, satisfied to have accomplished everything they set out to do, and having all returned home safely, scattered across the world to settle down. Chrom returned, at long last, to being the Exalt of Ylisse, where he and his wife Sumia were more intensely idolized by their people. Robin went to Plegia, with fellow Plegians Gangrel & Aversa in tow, to restore the desert kingdom to its former glory, as they all felt somewhat guilty for its present state. As Validar's child, Robin was placed upon the throne, and made sure to create a council that possessed the power to veto kingly decisions, as part of a safeguard against against any later kings behaving as Gangrel or Validar did. Flavia, Basilio, and Lon'qu all returned to Regna Ferox, which stayed as constant of a nation as it always had. Say'ri returned with Tiki to Valm, stabilizing the otherwise volatile nations that make up the continent, and bringing a little extra prosperity to the humble Chon'sin. To this day, the world has been in peace.

But the peace was not for you. As you approach a village, you stop & look back at the sunset, and recall the last time you had seen such a sight with your family. But you find the thought a tad unpleasant, as you realize the last time was when you trained with your...

A. mother, the Child of Change, Lucina. She taught you and your sister swordplay, and intends to pass her sword down to one of you some day.

B. father, the King of Madness, Gangrel. While perhaps not the best role model, he taught you how to gain the upper hand on the world, generally underhandedly.

C. father, the Champion of Blue Fire, Priam. Not a day goes by where you fail to hear his rants in your head, guiding each of your body's swings.

D. mother, the Exalt of Peace, Emmeryn. Her gentle voice always seemed elevated, distant, but the knowledge she imparted left you as a highly skilled healer, and an exceptionally tranquil one at that.

E. mother, the Voice of Divinity, Tiki. Asleep as often as she was awake, each second of training with her was precious to you, both to learn to use your dragonstone and to hear her millennia of accrued wisdom.

F. mother, the Merchant of Greed, Anna. Despite the lavish life of the palace, she taught you frugality and profitability above all else, though her skills with swords were also very valuable.

G. father, the Blade of Sacrifice, Yen'fay. A quiet man, most talkative during your sparring. His unusual talent for throwing swords around and picking apart armor was not lost on you among the hours of meditation and other facets of swordplay.

H. father, the Knight of Devotion, Frederick. Every day was training day, and given how he trained you, you find yourself uncertain if it was enough. Horseback combat, the sword, the lance, the axe, unarmed combat, eating bear meat, diplomacy, dinner arrangements...

I. mother, the Wings of Protection, Phila. One of the few people close to your father who was not a part of his army, she manages to display a diligence that seems to exceed even theirs. You spent many hours together in both the stables and the training yard, learning to live and fight alongside pegasi.

J. father, the Warrior of Whimsy, Basilio. A jolly fighter, he left you as skilled with banter as he did the axe, and as thirsty for adventure as he was too. About half as thirsty for whiskey as him, too, which still exceeds the average drinker...