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Username: Aura_Tenchi
Character Name: Shyki Lianna (SH-EE-KEY LEE-ANN-AH)
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Race: Neko
Appearance: Shyki Lianna
Stature: Thief
Personality: Shyki is a stubborn girl who dislikes being told what to do. She tries to make the best of any situation as long as it can get her a decent meal or even a place to sleep. She tries to keep a distance between her and other people as to not get noticed if something “mysteriously” goes missing. She likes to play innocent and toy with the mind of others if it means keeping them out of her business.
History: Shyki’s father died in a raid when Shyki was only 4. Her mother was quick to hide the girl in the nearby woods of the town before she ran off to draw attention away from Shyki’s hiding location. Unfortunately, her mother never returned for her and there was no trace of her being murdered either. Hence, Shyki was left to wander the open plans in search for a means of survival, and to hopefully find traces of her mother. Due to her appearance, either her neko features or her raged clothes, Shyki was treated like an outcast in many of the towns she visited. It wasn’t until the age of 6, after learning subtle ways to steal necessities such as food and warm clothes, that Shyki ran into a skilled thief, who after a little miss hap of Shyki trying to steal some coins from him, that she was taken in and taught some advanced skills while polishing her abilities of being a thief. She was given a dagger and trained how to defend herself. She even learned how to pick advanced locks and use the shadows to her advantage when sneaking around for intriguing information. Unfortunately, for safety, thieves don’t stay together, and after 3 years, Shyki was forced to travel alone once more. From then on, Shyki was well enough in both skill and agility that she could take care of herself.
Weapon: Dagger
Power: Shyki has the potential to use holy magic in the form of healing. However, Shyki does not know this, so to her own knowledge, she has never used the power before.
Other: Shyki loves cats, but has trouble dealing with dogs. She loves spending her free time in any place serene, such as an open plain of wild flowers, or a small lake near a quiet town. It gives her a peace of mind without the worry of someone hunting her down over some petty thing she might have stolen.

Username: Zeine
Character Name: Lloyd Sidium
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: Human
Appearance: Lloyd Sidium
Stature: Town Guard
Personality: Lloyd is a strong hearted young man with an ironically thick shell. Several years of guard and military service taught him that trust was something earned, not given. If misplaced, it was used against you. He learned that the hard way more than once. Due to these experiences, Lloyd changed his carefree boyish nature into a cautious, reserved approach. This didn't mean he didn't know how to have fun. Regardless of his wounded heart, he is still one to make jokes and do practically anything to have a good time.
History: Lloyd can't remember much about his family. He was orphaned at a young age alongside his older brother. His father had been serving in the Aden military and was recently wounded during a battle. It was not severe, but it hindered his abilities and was not permitted to participate in combat until it healed. He, and several other wounded soldiers, were being treated at a nearby town known as Luthen. Later that night while everyone was asleep, a Giran platoon infiltrated the town and wreaked havoc upon its residents. Both soldier and civilian were slaughtered without discrimination. Upon the rising of the sun, the town was left a smoldering ruin of ash and stone, there were no survivors. Lloyd's mother, worried about her beloved husband, decided she would make a short journey to a nearby outpost to question her loves location. She left her two boys behind, leaving them with shelter and food to last through the two days that would be her absence. It wasn't until three weeks later did word reach them that their mother had been found dead not far off from the caravan roads, arrows still pierced into her back. Lloyd and his brother, Icarus, were left to fend for themselves. They had no knowledge of other family and were very much alone in the city.
Ten years passed and the brothers managed to survive in their silent home. Icarus, being the eldest had made it his duty to go out into town to search for odd jobs in order to fund their survival. Lloyd managed to tend to the house while his brother was away, taking care of cooking and cleaning. When he was of ten years, however, he joined his brother in the work life. The town quickly became aware of the brothers' existence through either word of mouth or being one of the many the two would visit in search of work. Several of the townspeople knew them by name, some merchants even offering them a small, yet entirely free, meal or set of supplies. Word eventually made its way to the bordering towns, and then onward...
One morning, there was a knock on the door of their small home. This was quite unusual for they never had any visitors. The occasional guard would come by to question them of mischief, but Lloyd was always careful not to be caught and Icarus... well he just had a way with words. Even when the evidence was against the poor boy, his elder brother could convince otherwise. When the elder opened the door, he was greeted by what appeared to be a noblemen and his armed escorts. After treating their guests to a small feast, the noblemen revealed himself to be a retired general of Aden and had heard of the orphaned pair. The aged man offered them a home in his private castle of a house. Food and shelter would be supplied and all that was to be given in return were chores and errands if they were required. Lloyd was skeptical of the offer, finding it to be overly generous, but as his brother accepted the offer, he had little choice to agree that it was best.
They spent the next three years living with the nobleman, doing whatever chores his countless maids and menservants required of them. Their lives had turned from a poor and ragged home to a luxurious life of, well, luxury. The pair even managed to stumble across the Ex-Generals armory during a session of chores. Curious, the boys paused their chores for the moment and inspected everything they could. Lloyd, being the curious one of the pair, decided to pick up what he later learned was a claymore. A heavy two-handed sword that he soon realized was impossible to lift. Icarus, following suit of his brother, had found himself an old Dai-Katana. This was a light, yet long bladed weapon used for swift, distanced combat. The older boy was able to wield this weapon unlike his brother and held it somewhat proficiently. It was at this moment when Lord Barof, the nobleman to which they lived under, caught the two in the act. Intrigued by their interests and amused by the eldest brother's abilities without proper training, he decided that he would not punish them. Instead, he told them to finish their chores and meet in the courtyard. Eager, they finished within the hour and did just that. Waiting for them was their Lord and behind him, an array of weapons and armor. For the next three years, the aged general trained him with every ounce of his abilities as a forty year war veteran.
The two lived under his roof until they set themselves to join the rank of Aden military. Specifically, the Knights of the White Dragon. The Ex-General spoke highly of their ranks and recommended they continued their training there. Icarus, having far surpassed his younger brother in skill, easily made their ranks and was welcomed with open arms. The seventeen year old Lloyd, however, was denied. He was quite skilled for his age, but that was partly the problem. He was too young, lacking experience of both life and the taking of it. Of course, he likely had more experience in life then the lot of them, but it wasn't in his ability to change their minds. Instead, he took the role of a guard in his home town and has been so since, waiting until his age finally caught up to his maturity.
Weapon: Halberd
Power: Before he and his brother parted ways, Icarus taught him to unleash the inner magics that slept within him and how to control them. With his ever growing knowledge as a knight, he was able to show Lloyd both offensive and defensive ways of the holy path.
Other: Although a guard, Lloyd is often caught disobeying the same rules he enforces. He is good at his job, there is no doubting that, and it is likely that he is the best fighter in the entire town, but something inside of him makes it difficult to punish others. Often, he'll warn people and let them be on their way. In short, he's a bit of a softy.

The town worked like clockwork. Merchants had today's stock all set up on their individual shops, trying to persuade each customer that theirs was in every way superior than the shop across the way. Guard's stood stiff at every entrance to the town, momentarily breaking their pose to exchange words with their partner. They always traveled in two's, safety reasons most likely. The town crier stood proudly on his wooden crate, informing everyone who could hear over the crowd that it was now one in the afternoon. Some people began to rush as if they were behind schedule while others continued on as if there were no change. Everyone went about their business, following whatever errands or tasks their daily schedule required. Well... all but one.

Lloyd...?

Lloyd, wake up!

Lloyd!

A flying pail of water flew towards the sleeping man, colliding with his head and emptying the liquid inside everywhere. Quickly, the man sat up straight in bed and launched the thing right back at it's source whom ducked around the corner, "For God's sake Lloyd, be careful with that thing!" The young Lloyd mumbled some obscenities about how his assailant could go to hell and the what not. As the man returned, Lloyd gave him a desperate look, "Can I go back to sleep now?" The man made a move for the pail again, but decided against it. Most likely it would make a round trip. "No, it's one in the afternoon. Your shift is about to start in..." He makes sarcastic glance out the window as if to check the time, "...nine hours ago." Lloyd practically threw himself out of bed, soaked sheets flying and all, "Dammit Oren, who the hell wakes up at six?" His boots were barely half way on as he stumbled through the doorway past the fellow guard, whom soon followed. "Not you apparently," The man joked, grabbing Lloyd's cuirass and tossing it to him as if this was a daily routine. A mumbled shut up followed shortly after as he put the tradition guards armor on. "Where am I posted again?" Lloyd asked, head partially stuck fitting the thing down on him. Oren walked over to him, unbuckled the harnesses that held the two plate pieces in place and easily slid the thing into fit. More mumbling, something about thinking it would be quicker this way. "Market District, patrol route," Oren replied, holding back a laugh. "On it!" Lloyd shouted as he opened the door to exit the barracks. A sudden chill was realized, the reason coming short after as Oren shouted to him, "Will you be wearing pants today or shall I hold on to them for now?" The man practically stomped back to him, snatched his pants and quickly pulled them on over his boots and all, mumbled another shut up, and then headed out on his way to fulfill his duties.

After a short five minute walk Lloyd had started his patrol duties. He loved patrol duty, or it seemed that way when compared to the others he so commonly had. Gate Post was the worst. Standing in the same exact spot for hours on end with only one person to talk to. Half the time it didn't even seem like there was another person there. The guards rarely talked and if they did they would answer with short one worded phrases. It wasn't surprising that almost every time he would want to knock the other guard's helmet off and tell him to stop being such a stiff, but that was against protocol. Occasionally, a civilian would approach him to ask a question, but that was for the most part uncommon. Not to mention guards on duty weren't allowed to engage in conversation with them unless necessary. Something about avoiding distractions and staying alert. Market post was similar, but had fewer restrictions. Or at least they were easier to get away with. Due to the districts high crowding it was easier to converse with those who passed by. Some would approach the shop you stood next to and ask about your day, at times asking an opinion of the shop. Lloyd was always honest, though not brutally.

Patrol Duty, on the other hand, was by far the best. You were required to wander around the ordered district and make sure peace was maintained and the law was enforced, all that goody goody nonsense. That was basically it. If you were tired, you were allowed to stop for a short rest, be it standing or sitting. Lloyd took full advantage of this during his duties, especially when he was assigned alone. Today wasn't one of those days, but Oren had left him on his own anyway, the lovable oaf. He was a good man though, Lloyd would never say otherwise. If it wasn't for Oren, he would have very little sanity left at this point.

After a good ten minute walk, the young guard decided that he would take a hard earned rest. The lane he was in was rather crowded at the time so to not risk being bumped around during what was suppose to be his relaxing break he slid himself into a nearby alleyway. Leaning up against the wall of what was probably a blacksmith, he tried to shove his hands into his pockets only to remember that the standard guard uniform didn't have them. Cheap bastards... he mumbled under his breath. He held his halberd behind his shorter so he didn't have to weight the whole thing on his arm. It wasn't too heavy, but he felt like doing it anyway.

Lloyd really hated this job. It was just so boring. Nothing ever happened and when something did, it was something small like a little kid stole a piece of food or two people bumping into each other and having it out with words, but that's as far as it would ever get. He was grateful that the town was rather peaceful and that they didn't have much to worry about, but if only there was a little more excitement. His mind clung to the memory of the Knights he trained so desperately to join. How adventurous that would be! Journeying to far away lands on secret missions to slay monsters or corrupt rulers, saving princess' and maidens, finding and defeating the leader of a crew of bandits. How he dreamed to join their ranks, to be a knight. He would finally be able to see his brother again after two years apart. His fist clenched slightly, hitting the wall behind him in a slight rage. It would be another year before he had a chance to catch his brother. He wasn't old enough, not yet at least.

He was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard what sounded like a young woman raising her voice. The words were mostly drowned out by the nearby crowd, but what he could make out didn't sound very good. From what he could tell, it seemed like a drunk from the adjacent tavern had gotten a hold of a young girl and was trying to persuade her to join him. It wasn't in his patrol route so he wasn't sure if he should investigate the matter. In the end, he decided he'd have to. It's not like he had much to do at the time. Lloyd pushed himself off the wall and made his way down the alleyways, halberd shouldered careless behind him.

The struggle seemed to get louder the further he walked. He wasn't sure if he was getting closer or if their voices were just being raised. The words still weren't completely clear, however. The alleyway wasn't able to completely block out the noises from the nearby market, which was starting to be a bigger deal the further he got through. Due to the natural echoes that formed in the halls of an alley, the sounds seemed to bounce around randomly. This caused him to be unable to tell where they had originated. Of course, he knew where the market was. Seventeen years of living hear had taught him that much. The only problem was he didn't know where the source of the dispute was.

Starting to get frustrated with this game of hide and seek, he was about ready to give up. It seemed that by the time he found them the offender probably would have been off with the girl already. That or she'd be lying dead on the ground. Before another option could sneak into the young man's mind, he turned a corner and found the two that had been causing all the commotion. Although he probably should have immediately drew attention to himself in order to draw hesitance from the pair, an instinct inside of him decided it would be better to observe the scene first. The man had his hand grasped around her ankle, which at first made Lloyd believe his initial assumptions were correct. However, when he noticed the blood on his free hand the young wasn't so sure. Not to mention the dagger that laid on the ground was closer in proximity to the woman than it was to the male. Self defense or no, brandishing a weapon and attacking with it was an offense against the law. His conclusion: Both parties would likely be guilty in some form or another. "What exactly is going on here? A young, yet stern voice demanded from behind them.

The hunter's voice had made it clear to Lloyd that he was indeed sober. His call for assistance caused the young guard to doubt his intentions further. If he wasn't drunkenly stumbling over this woman, then what was he after? Before he was about to question the man, his victim took her chance and made a run for it. Now the suspicion was drawn to her. There was no need to run from the presence of a guard unless you were worried about being caught yourself. She also had picked up the dagger as she ran off giving a strong indication that it was indeed hers. Now he had to think fast. Although he was suspicious of the man, chasing a criminal was his top priority. Before she could get too far ahead, Lloyd bolted on after her. Even with his heavy halberd on his back, the man was quite fast.

Oren had been on his way to join Lloyd on their patrol when he too had heard the commotion. After a short trek he came to a fallen man, who though injured slightly on the hand, seemed otherwise fine and able. Unsure about approaching him, he stood his ground, "Sir? Are you alright?"

Lloyd had soon discovered that he had fallen behind the runaway girl when the next corner turned back into the crowded streets. Refusing to let the girl get away, he jumped and grabbed the roof's edge of a nearby building then hoisted himself up for a better view. When he surveyed the area, however, he could not find a single person running. "Where could you have.." Obviously the girl was smarter than he had originally thought and it also confirmed that she was running from him. If she had been running from the man in the alley than she would have kept running to put as much distance between them as she could. She wouldn't have a need to hide. Now the question was where was she hiding? Lloyd had followed her stops all the way to the crowd before they were no longer traceable. If that were the case then maybe she was still there. He had no other lead to follow. Putting his eyes back to the crowd, he resumed his struggle to locate the girl. Now think. What was she wearing? Something that would make he stand out... As far as he could remember, the woman didn't wear anything too unusual. She did wear a cap, however. That was the best he could do for now. It wasn't too difficult to separate those who wore hats and those who didn't, but that didn't make it easy to identify each hat and it's owner. He'd have to get a better look. He lowered himself down from the roof and headed into the crowd. As a guard, especially one with a long wielded weapon, people tend to move out of the way. This made his passage that much easier as he made his way through the streets unhindered. Surely, he would find this girl.