Username: Athreon
Name: Archron
Class: Lord
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Items: Bronze Sword, Rapier, 1 Vulnerary
Personality: Archron is the kind of man who can be laughing and smiling one minute, and dead serious the next. However, he is only serious when he feels the situation demands it. In battle, Archron may act at times casual and confident, but on the inside he is examining every movement of his opponent and calculating the result of every move of his own. And, should he ever find himself fighting alongside someone, he would be just as concerned about his ally’s well being as his own, if not more so. Archron is a born leader, but has little experience in using his gift. Should he learn to lead effectively, he and his allies may just rival the splendor of the Shepherds of the Great War.
History: Archron is the third child of Chrom, Exhalt of Ylisse, and Sumia, his wife. His arrival was surprising, as he was not one of the children who returned from the broken future during the Great War. They realized that this must be because he had never had the chance to be conceived, as they had both been called away in battle much of the time after Lucina and Cynthia had been born. This revelation only made the birth of Archron more joyous. As the boy grew, he trained in the art of swordsman ship and fencing daily, and took regular tactical classes under Athreon. He excelled at the combat lessons, but it was obvious that strategy was not his strongest point. It soon grew apparent, with every competitive sport he played and every team project that came up in his education, that he was a leader. Other children would look up to him and do whatever he wished them to do, be it large and important or small and overlooked. The result was often a Grade-A project or a victorious game. Nonetheless, Chrom knew that leading a group of children was very different than leading a group of soldiers. As the boy grew older, his desire to join the Shepherds grew with him. He became impatient, the only desire of his heart being to serve his Halidom as a Shepherd. It only grew worse as Lucina, and then Cynthia, joined the order, each on their twentieth birthday. As his eighteenth birthday approached, Archron made a plan. He couldn’t wait until his twentieth birthday to serve his country, not when he could serve them now. So, the day after his eighteenth birthday, he took his sword and left. Not running away, mind you, but more planning on doing something great for his country before returning. And so, his adventure began.
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Name: Leon
Age: Age 20
Class: Tactician
Items: Bronze sword, Fire tome, 1 Vulnerary
Personality: Shap and Kind. Leon has always been one to think before acting. He trusts quickly and forgives just as fast. He is witty and believes that everyone deserves a second chance. The only times he is truly harsh is when he is angered, few things bring him to this rage but when it does he tends to forget things like "restraint" Despite his thin and frail appearance he is rather well versed with both blades and magic and never shies away when he needs to use those skills.
History: When he was a boy growing up in Ylisse he and his friends dreamed about being heroes like Chrome and his warriors. But while his friends wanted to be like The great Chrome, the mighty Vaike, The noble Fredrick or even the cunning Gaius. Leon wanted to be a Tactician like Athreon was. He studied the way of magic and the sword, as well as pouring over any books he could about Fighting tactics, even those wrote by Athreon during and after the war. As he grew older some of his friends went off chasing their dreams, joining the Army or going off to study magic. Some gave up and took up normal jobs like smiths and bakers. But Leon Kept to his studies in hopes that one day he could join the shepherds as there Tactician like Athreon. You should be careful what you wish for.
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Username: SilverLich
Name: Tycho
Age:32
Class: Wyvern Rider
Items: 1 Vulnerary, Bronze Axe
Personality: Cautious, friendly to those who know him, cold to his enemies, Tycho is a man who at times prefers to let his skills and power speak for him. He's never been one for gods either, having nothing for disdain for them after seeing all the things people had done in Grima's name, in Naga's name, as such, he admires the way the Conqueror strove to have mankind take hold of its own destiny. He also has what could be described as a love-hate relationship with his Wyvern, Drasil. He and the Wyvern have their 'arguements', but it's their way of showing their respect and care for one another, most of the time at least. Despite letting their arguements occasionally slip into the battlefield, the pair are a terror on the battlefield.
History: Growing up in Plegia, a nation that enforced the worship of Grima, did not help Tycho's perception of the gods in a good light in the slightest, growing up with the scars of the last exalts' war only beginning to heal left him with an ever lasting hate for the gods. He could not understand why one would allow this to happen, or why the other would even let it happen in the first place, were always a constant reminder to him of how the gods seemed only fit to bring about the evils of men. Despite this, he grudgingly joined the Grimleal, if only to assure his career in the military, and did his best to have as little to do with the cult at possible.
By the time his training had begun though, King Gangrel was dead, the new war with Ylisse over, leaving Plegia to rebuild once again. When Validar took the throne though, that was all the incentive Tycho needed to leave Plegia despite his training having only just begun, a king from the ranks of the grimleal only meant men like Tycho would be held back, would suffer in way he had no intention of suffering. So he set out for Valm, what loyalty he still held for his country keeping him from going to the one that smashed it twice and the other which raided their coffers.
It was during his time in Valm that he found a new man to follow, one who sought to break the hold that the gods held over mankind, Walhart. For two years he counted himself among the ranks of the Valmese, until Ylisse robbed him of the only man who held similar ideals, leaving him to eck out a temporary living in the many provinces that once made up the empire. When Grima was killed and the power the Grimleal once held shattered though, he returned home, feeling that he would finally be rid of one problem. The years went by, Plegia rebuilt itself, Tycho settled into the hope that he was done watching his country burn. But when men like him looked to their neighbors for problems, they did not expect the problem to be the likes of a warlord, who took control of Plegia and seemed just as likely to set himself up as the next Gangrel.
Those that didn't join him fled, Tycho among them, eager to find a way to depose the man who seeks to bring ruin to their country. While they wait, Tycho and Drasil patrol the skies, looking for potential aid.
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Name: Victor "Vic"
Age: 26
Class: Archer
Items: 1 Vulnerary, Bronze Bow
Personality: Carefree is one word, enlightened another, but one thing is for certain Vic lives life in the now, not the past or future. He has a sarcastic form of humor, but it only rears it head when people start to get too worried or tense. He can be very mellow, and you might say that helps him keep his cool under pressure, able to hit his mark without flinching. Being from Ferox he is quick witted and knows who to and not to trust. His friends say he is pretty closed off and might not even care about them but nothing could be farther from the truth. Vic's friends get his guiding hand, able to keep situations light and not let his friends lose themselves. He does not beat around the bush when he speaks to you, though he rarely gets into serious conversation. A man of few words, but his words will be deep in meaning.
History:
A native of Ferox, though where in Ferox Vic will only say "Oh somewhere up north with trees" where he grew up with his family and kin. Learned how to hunt and hunt well, also learned how to be fast on his feat both Physically and mentally. He was happy then, more happy then he is now. Happy until he lost his parents and many family members to pointless conflicts that were common in his wild homeland. After seeking revenge and taking it in the form of quite literally hunting each of the members of the tribe that murderer his own, he fell into a nihilistic way of life for some years. Mercenary work, banditry, taking his place in the armies of his Khan; keeping himself occupied as to keep himself from relieving the deaths he experienced and caused. Eventually not even constant conflict or a good amount of drink could keep away the pain.
His mind writhing in guilt and sorrow he fled back to his ancestral lands. There he found himself or so he says. Something to do with his family never truly being gone while they still lied within his heart and mind. Since then he has gone place to place, but mostly keeping to his homeland, using his skills to live off the land and trying to find a use for the skills he had developed through the years. No taste for a king's war, but will more than happily fight for a just cause for little or no pay. Though sometimes he will take a job when he is really strapped for cash. He will fight and kill quite coldly yet efficiently, almost machine like, with only a wink in your direction letting you know that he is on your side.
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