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▀▀▀ basic characteristics

Name▐ Blithe Ebony Harlequin [Formerly Blithe Winddale]
Age▐ Eighteen
Gender▐ Female
Country▐ Hysu'lae
Class▐ Rouge
Level▐ Starter Tier
Occupation▐ Owner of a small pub called 'Winddale's Tavern'.
Religion▐ ---

▀▀▀ external features

Height▐ 5'6"
Hair color▐ Dirty Blonde
Eye color▐ Teal
Overall Appearance▐ Blithe's hair is always worn down, held in place by bandanna's which always rest upon her head. Various jewels and shells hang around her neck, bangles swing loosely around her small wrists every single day. Upon her right arm are various pieces of art tattooed into her skin which she has obtained over many years. Since her tavern is right along the shore, Blithe takes advantage of the beautiful sun and of the wonderful breeze from the sea by wearing as little as possible. Commonly wearing loose, flowing skirts or short skirts and shorts. Generally she shows off her flat, tan stomach with cropped shirts and ripped t-shirts which unfortunately causes her to get much attention from her... male visitors.
Weapon▐ A silver dagger always attached to her waistband. It has her original family name 'Winddale' etched onto the always glimmering blade. It is safely kept in a dark brown leather sheath, her full-name inscribed upon the case in golden stitching. Underneath, the Spanish saying 'El que la sigue, la consigue' is written in elegant letters beneath. Meaning: He who follows it attains it (You get what you work for).

▀▀▀ internal features

Relationship status▐ Single
Personality▐ Blithe is a girl who firmly believes that there is good in everyone. That a person who is evil through and through does not exist. Believing that those who are bad simply have not found the good in themselves, that it does exist but it is keep deep under the surface. Blithe makes her daily mission one to bring out the best in everyone she meets- to bring a smile even to a strangers face.

A light-hearted girl who is true to herself and with a firm head upon her broad shoulders; Blithe is well-liked among the community. With her common regulars who stop by the tavern daily, Blithe commonly makes jokes and enjoys a good laugh. Even to the rudest of her customers she is ever-so polite and kind. Knowing that truly good conquers bad and she lives by that statement everyday.

History▐ Blithe was born into the Winddale family on a very, very hectic day. Blithe was born in the capital city of Kes'sarria, Lue'er . Blithe's small family, only herself and her parents, lived right near the harbor where her father worked as a fisherman. Her mother was a Witch, training carefully and privately whilst raising her only daughter. The tiny family lived happily, supplying themselves with the steady income which came from her father's prosperous fishing career. They all shared the same appearance- fair hair, gold skin and piercing teal-blue eyes. Because of how they all looked, the Winddale family stood out like sore thumbs among the large number of true blood Kes'sarrians. In fact, the Winddale family stood out among the Kes'sarrians in more ways that one...

When whispers of war first began, fear spread throughout the city of Lue'er. It struck the Winddale family with much force- they knew they needed to leave Kes'sarria. They planned for months of how they would leave, would go somewhere where the terrors of war could not be reached. Unfortunately, the family soon realized with much dismay, that no place in all of Aerydreth was safe from war. Unsure of what to do, the family briefly gave up on their plans of fleeing their home, their realm where that had spent their whole lives. However, when the city soon spoke of plotting against Wistera- the Winddales knew the time to leave was then.

They fled to the island of Hysu'lae, to the capital city, which at the time was still called St. Theon. They Winddale family almost immediately established themselves among the community. Blithe's father bought himself his own tavern, entitling it with the respected family name of 'Winddale'. With much pride, the family kept up the pub until it grew to much popularity. Blithe loved her new home, her new city- she had never been so happy before. Then, Isabelle took over the island and things somewhat changed. At first, the nerves which had only existed back in Kes'sarria arose. Then, those feelings passed at the firm hand of Isabelle became one which the family respected and became used to having. Only months before, Blithe's mother and father set off to travel the cities which had not yet been touched by war. As a gift for her eighteenth birthday, Mr Winddale left the tavern to Blithe. Now having money to spend- her parents saw fit to explore their home. A silly thing to do at such a time, the ridiculous dreams were shut down when the Winddale's were trapped in Sorellis, where they now live rather unhappily. Blithe, of course, worries over her parents. However, letters are sent back and fourth between them and therefore, Blithe is currently enjoying her freedom. Starting off fresh- Blithe changed her name (just for fun, she says) and is now training in hopes of joining in Isabelle's forces.

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(I love your history section, by the way. Very nicely done.)

Everything On Paper

x x || Your Lips Should Say: Ayden Leeson is what it says on all of my papers, but I won't respond to anything but 'Ayd'.

x x || Been At This A While: I'm twenty, but that doesn't mean that I'm too young to earn respect.

x x || Under All Those Clothes: Despite the long hair, I am in fact a male.

x x || Loyal Only To: A proud, pure Kes'sarrian. I would not have it any other way.

x x || My Specialty: I am a Swordsman, as it is in my blood.

x x || Climbing The Ranks: I may be in the Starter Tier, but once I have been better recognized, that should change.

x x || Toil The Days Away: I have very recently signed into the army. Before that, however, I wasn't truly employed- my father has been setting me up for signing up since birth, practically.

x x || Hidden In This House Of Worship: ---

Just Keep Staring

x x || A Tower To You: I'm a strong, thin, six-foot-two.

x x || Around Me, It Swirls: Completely black, from root to tip, aside from the shock of white that hangs in my face.

x x || A Veil For The Truth: My eyes are a very light grey color, similar to that of dirtied snow.

x x || From Head To Toe: Firstly, I should note the obvious. The combination of my hair and my eyes- black and grey -has certainly proven my lineage- I am undoubtedly Kes'sarrian, and I doubt a single soul would combat that.

Oftentimes, people are put off by my appearance. I should be as sweet and charming as others, but it's simply not in my blood. My hair is long, oh-so-long, and oftentimes better kept than the hair of any girl I've encountered. My fingers are often found buried in it, twirling a lock or brushing it away from my face- my hair is the source of almost every nervous habit I indulge, such is why I keep the indulgence. I feel so awkward, socially, where others shine… So I am often nervous, and found avoiding crowds.

I’m tall and willowy, with curves that speak for more than a simple trace of femininity- the hair, and my smooth facial features don’t exactly help, either. My body is thin, lithe, loose-jointed with a talent for quick, flexible movements. I am good at covering others, as I am talented at matching movements and parrying blows- but don't expect me to charge right in. I'm a little too much of a thinker for such foolishness. My build is slight, and I cover it with close- fitting attire, for I don't much like being hindered by annoying frivolities and 'detail'.

The clothing I wear is tight, and accentuates the fact that I am so effortlessly tall. I dress in a darker clothing, blacks and blues. It is a little off-putting I suppose, but mainly it is because I like to frame my pale skin, as I find it to be one of the few features of mine I truly like. I look striking, often threatening, and so many take my antisocial demeanor to the extreme, finding something close to 'scary'. Hah.

x x || Tools Of The Trade: I am rarely found with out one of my father's rapiers at my hip, but I find myself most comfortable with a standard, balanced, longsword. That style of swordplay is far more forgiving.




x x || Eligibility: Hah! I'm quite single.

x x || My Own Disclaimer: Like a wounded dog, I am both vicious and weakened. I have endured enough, in this life, to turn anyone's face pallid, but I do not come off as such. I am more like a human shield, my sole purpose in life to defend my country, my land. Truly, I know that I am just another one of the Queen's pawns, a nameless face to sacrifice... But I do not mind, in some submissive way. I dream of being close to the power, one day being more than a pawn.

I can force smiles, pretend to be nice, attempt to be social- but it is all just a facade, really. An odd way of protecting myself from suffering another blow, either emotionally or physically. I make myself impenetrable, one wall, the body in front of every arrow shot at my companions. All that matters is my land's prosperity, the completion of this war. I will do as as I am bidden, weave my swords with dainty slashes falling like ice onto chilling flesh. I control the blade, twist it's uses in ways few have ever experienced. I am truly frightening, when defending my one and only.

But that is what I am. Defense. Something akin to a bodyguard. I am not the attacker, I am not the type to run headlong into things without deciding the need, first. I am the stalwart guide that directs my land's anger, channels into our purpose. I have no anger, no seething fury in me... I am cold, no fire burns for hatred. I am icy and merciless inside, and I need only the faintest sign of possible harm to my country to be provoked into back into my icy state. I know I can be terrifying, when I am doing what I was born for, fighting.

But fear is my greatest weapon.

x x || Turn These Pages: Until I reached about five years of age, my father was a general in the altogether unused army of Kes'sarria. He stepped down only because of my mother's death, and he did it to 'tend' to me.

I was a very girlish sort of child, as my father had never been home, and my mother had treated me more like a daughter, raising me the way she had been raised. All of that was abruptly turned around when my father took her place, as his parental style was more akin to 'training' than anything else. I had my hair cut, my clothing changed, my toys and gifts all removed. On my sixth birthday, my father put a dagger into my hand and had me start to skirmish with him out back.

I was isolated from the other children, taught to cook dinner, sleep, and train. Those were my only duties for as long as I can remember with him, and it never seemed to phase him that I was a child, not a soldier. Every misstep during my lessons with him would get me smacked with the flat of the blade, every time I requested something not usually allotted to me, I was banished to my room without food until my father decided I was 'deserving' again.

By the time I was thirteen, I was beating him at his own game. I would never strike him, but whenever he would come at me, he was disarmed within moments. As you could imagine, he didn't take kindly to it. He began to see flaws in everything I was doing, in every style of swordplay he was having me versed in, and the blows dealt with his sword became heavier and more routine.

I was sick of it, entirely fed up, and on my nineteenth birthday I told him I was leaving. I was going to go join the army, and I was leaving him behind to take care of himself. I had never seen him truly angry until that day, and when I close my eyes, the thought still scares me. He is the man that has hardened me into ice. I was then kept there for one more lingering year, until I could disarm him every day, every time he came at me, for three months. Now, finally free of that sickening perfection and staggering expectations, I'm headed to the only thing I could ever truly be good at- war.

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OoC Notes://
I know that he's not technically in the army until I fill out the little form and all, so if you'd rather I change that until then, let me know.

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(You don't have to change anything since he's going straight into the army, anyway.)

"Chisel it on my tombstone..."

The Makings of the Man
Name: Leonard "Leo" Æstar
Age:21
Gender: Male
Country: Wistera
Class: Swordsman
Level: Starter Tier
Occupation: Foreman of Tree Chompers Lumberjack company
Religion: ---

That which you see; The animus
Height: 5'11"
Hair color: Orange
Eye color: Black
Overall Appearance: With bright orange hair and eyes with no discernible iris or pupil Leo's first impression often has quite the large impact on people. Colors of clothing don't matter to him, he wears whatever he feels like because it's more about functionality. Often jackets with hoods lined with fur are found on him with his favorite bright orange shirt underneath. On the shirt is a pair of crossed axes under a traditional bomb image with a skull engraved on it. Of course these images are self stitched and terrifyingly bright green in color. Thick pants and boots are just standard for his line of work. A life of hard work has given him quite an impressive physique, which he has never complained about. His eye patch is kept to a thin material, more for keeping light out than hiding his eye.
Weapon: Though Leo favors the larger two-handed variety of swords, he also has a smaller one handed falchion.
Hidden Deep below; The anima
Relationship status: Divorced
Personality: It's easy to say that Leo is a cynic. With a sarcastic humor and a 'things can only get worse' sort of attitude one would surprised to find that most people enjoy his company. He's often found laughing at himself and his 'misfortune' and has been known to be arrogant. He jokes with just about anyone around him, as he is a friendly person. Never has he met a person he can't get along with, but that doesn't mean he likes everyone. Brave and fearless to the point of stupidity fellow lumberjacks tell tales of him diving to save people from falling trees. Casually impartial to most matters involving his family, he seems careless but hates it when people think that he is apathetic or uncaring.

History: Early life involved a lot of moving around, from the city to the coast, back to the city and finally near the east end of the county. His father changed jobs constantly, and the stress of moving had just about literally killed his mother, who died when he was 10 during the move to the east. Over the next few years he fell in love with a girl and married her at a young age. Barely being 16 the marriage lasted a few years before it fell apart and he moved to the mountains to begin what would be an illustrious career in cutting down trees. Hard physical labor shaped his body and mind, even saving a few fellow workers from death as trees and limbs plummeted to the ground. During one event, when he was about 19 and first starting his trade, a splinter from a tree came into brutal contact with his right eye. Aside from being in pain, Leo cracked jokes about how he should try to work with his eyes closed. Instead of being blinded, the splinter marred his black eye to make it slightly grey in appearance and sensitive to light which is why he wears the eye patch.

Since his eyes already make people uneasy, Leo prefers to keep the patch on even at night when he could easily take it off. He also thinks it makes him look pretty bad a**. After these last few years of working, and the massacre at The Shaded Plains, Leo made up his mind to do whatever he could for his country. Well, that and his recently deceased father had always wanted him to make something of himself. Not that Leo ever cared about what he thought, but it would be a welcome change.

((Yes I know the picture is Badou from DOGS. It just fitted best with the image I had in my head. And I kept it short....for my own reasons. XD))

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(Yay~ First Wisteran profile! xD)

{ Name } Saga Lee
{ Age } Twenty-one
{ Gender } Femme
{ Country } Kes'sarria
{ Class } Archer
{ Level } Starter Tier
{ Occupation } Currently, Saga works as a shop girl for one of the more respected clothing distributers. It is her job to tend to the often snobbish customer's needs. She soon plans to serve her country by joining the Kes'sarrian army.
{ Religion } ---




{ Height } 5'3"
{ Hair color } Ebony
{ Eye color } Light pink
{ Overall Appearance } True to her Kes'sarrian blood, Saga has both dark hair, ivory skin and oddly vibrant eyes. Her hair, the darkest of blacks, is short cropped, straight, and an utter mess which frames her oval face. Often times, a stray ribbon or two will make its way onto the black void, offering a bit of color. Her skin, a dainty white with underlying tones of gold and silver, isn't flawless though its appearance may show otherwise. The tint of her eyes is just short of brown. She has orbs of pink, a color not commonly seen. Wide and misleading, Saga's almond shaped eyes are often flooded with false emotion.

If Saga is ever overlooked in a crowd it is because of her petite stature rather than her looks. She isn't comely. She isn't beautiful. Saga draws attention the way a feline does- She's pretty and seemingly aloof. From lack of proper food and strict appearances to keep up, Saga borders on thin. If she could, she'd stuff her face and worry about calories the way normal girls do, but more of that, later. Her body, though not overly muscular, isn't as weak as it seems. Saga can pull her own weight, if the need should arise.

Her sense of fashion is somewhat bizarre but ultimately stylish. Under intricately designed normally black silk robes, she wears simple cotton undershirts and a pair of shorts. Any robe she wears has a long scrap of fabric that ties securely around her waist. When it is cold she wears gauzy nylons. Any other time her legs are bare of material. Shoes consists of slippers. Not only do they mold to one's foot shape but they also allow easy grip and quicken running pace.

On a side note, Saga is quite vain about appearance. She likes to experiment with different face paints when she has a minute to spare.
{ Weapon } Her weapon of choosing is a bow. It is slender in design and not very heavy. The arrows are carved out of unbendable wood and have sharp arrow heads that can penetrate flesh cleanly. Her weapon is designed to minimze pain but still inflinct serious damage.





{ Relationship status } Saga insists she is single though her parents say she is engaged to a wealthy lord of some sort, an arranged marriage Saga will have no part in.
{ Personality } Saga is quite the manipulator. Appearing the obedient lap-dog, Saga is hard to figure out. She is friendly without warmth. She is full of secret motives. She can tell a lie without blinking an eye, unless it is a lie that isn't worth hiding. Persuasive, Saga is sharp enough to trap people into doing her bidding. She has a quiet temper that doesn't exceed a glare and a grudge.

The good side to the rather impish girl is that she is quick to care and quick to forgive. She is fiercely protective of people who've penetrated whatever wall she may have built, her morals, and what is right and what is wrong. With a strong sense of justice, Saga wants to join the war not to defend her country but to right the wrong that has been done.
{ History } Though Saga was born the oldest, her younger brother would be the one to inherit the family business. Why? Because he was born with a third 'leg' while she was born with a chest that would one day fill out. Her parents were old fashioned and well-off, though not part of the higher upper class. She had tutors and took archery lessons. She was taught proper etiquette. Raised in such a confining society, Saga broke free when she turned 15.

She convinced her parents to allow her to go to work. They agreed on the condition that she be hired by her mother's favorite clothing designer. Her parents believed it would help her to associate herself with some of the richer men they hoped to ensnare her to. Their plan worked like a charm.

Working wasn't so hard aside from her uncaring boss and her tendencies to starve her workers when they became too ... plump. How could wearing the latest fashions and serving guests fancy teas and simple sweets be? One of their frequent customers, a fat women with a habit of choosing unflattering colors, took a fancy to Saga and so the deal was done. She consulted Saga's parents and they arranged the marriage from there. Her parent's chosen wasn't bad looking but he was incredibly dull. The good thing that came out of one of her many meets with 'Sir Dreary' was his informative droning about the war. She decided then and there she would use the skill she had perfected years ago and enlist.

•Basic Characteristics

Name• Fynn Clyde Dace
Age• Twenty-Two
Gender• Male
Country• Hysu'lae
Class• Rogue
Level• Starter Tier
Occupation• He works at the local carpenter's, doing a variety of jobs all around town.
Religion• ----

•External Features

Height• 6"2
Hair color• Black
Eye color• Deep Blue
Overall Appearance• Tall and well built, Fynn seems specially made for hard labor work. With his jet black hair, pale skin, and deep blue eyes he tends to look exotic to others, but he considers himself purely a citizen of Hysu'lae. He tends to wear clothes that are easy to work in. Loose and comfortable. He's most often a black, sleeveless top and white pants, accompanied by black combat boots. He has a white coat, but rarely wears it as he likes feeling the sun warming his skin. There's a bandage always wrapped around his left eye, which was lost in an unfortunate battle, but he doesn't really mind. If someone asks about it, he'll just laugh and says it gives him more character. An odd sort of accessory that he adorns quite often is a pair of golden bracelets, which one might not think suits his character but he's worn them since his days at sea and will always treasure them.
Weapon• Fynn always carriers around his special set of daggers, strapped to him by his leather black belt, easily accessible but hidden by his clothing in case of troubling circumstances.

•Internal Features

Relationship status• Single
Personality• Fynn's quite the off little character. He's easy going, and completely care free. Always a laugh to be had with him, since he's so damn hilarious. He comes off charming, charismatic and appealing. He knows all the right words and all the right buttons to push. It's always been a sort of talent he's possessed, people skills. They've gotten him out of many a tight spots.

Although with being absolutely charming, he's quite the witty fellow. Although many sea-rats like him didn't give a second thought about any education at all, Fynn found certain subjects absolutely fascinating. Such as literature, and languages. He's learned things that have helped him out in this rogue world of his that most others were oblivious to. His education has helped him in ways many would not even think of. Fynn's not a bad guy, really. He's actually a very kind, thoughtful person. But he's a rogue, an ex-pirate who still digs up old habits once in a while.
History• Fynn Clyde Dace is a mystery. Even from his first memory, all he remembers is being on a pirate ship, doing what he can to pull his weight. He doesn't know his mother, his father, his home country, or anything about him. He took his last name from the ship's captain, who was the man that practically raised him. He grew up on that ship, called the 'Death's Trail', with the crew members and the captain. He wasn't made allowances, and had to do what he could but it wasn't a bad place. He was happy.

On the contrary to popular belief, the crew of this pirate ship wasn't made of a bunch of low-life scum who didn't give a damn about anyone else but themselves. There were also merry, happy men who considered their fellow crew members to be their family and friends. As he grew to be a strapping young man, he was taught the ways of a pirate. How to pillage and plunge, fight with a pistol and cutlass, scrub the deck and spy from the crow's nest. But the one thing he had always wanted to experience was a treasure hunt. It was a long while before he was allowed this privilege, for on this ship the captain would let few come with him on the hunt for fear of mutiny. When he was fourteen, he was taken along. Nothing unusual happened on this particular treasure hunt, but to Fynn it was an important experience and one of his best memories. On that day, he received the pair of golden bracelet's he's worn ever since.

As we grew from less of a gangly boy to a man, Fynn started to find himself growing tired of this pirate life. Of course, he absolutely adorned sailing the seas everyday, but he found himself wanting to experience more in life than just pillaging towns. He wanted to live a more normal life, so he left his home, his captain and crew to the island of Hysu'lae, and fell in love instantly. Of course, being an island it's completely surrounded by the sea, so he didn't miss the joy of hearing the sound of the waves crashing about every morning when he awoke, or the smell of the salty air. At the same time, he got to meet to inhabitants of the island, learn how to live normally, with a job and home to take care of. Although he loved being a pirate, life on the island was an experience he had to partake in.