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[Updated 09/30/13 - supports added]

Name: Sister Victoria

Appearance:
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Class: Bishop
Affinity: Light
Equipment: Divine, Purge, Restore, Heal, Fortify.

Personality: Victoria is very prideful. She takes her gifts of healing and light magic as personal blessings from St. Elimine. Because of her pride, she may come off as arrogant, but she means well. Because she believes she’s truly exceptional, Victoria will not hesitate to use her abilities to help other people in need. She just has a tendency to brag afterward.

As a bishop, Victoria is also very devoted to her patron saint. Throughout her years with the guild, her faith has taken her through the trials she faced. No matter what happens, she never forgets that there is someone up above. She spreads the word of her saint and faith with words of kindness, trying to remind people that higher powers are there to help them.

Past: Victoria’s earliest memories were in a Church of Elimine. She was raised along with many others who were orphaned by the war between Etruria and Bern. A kind bishop named Nathaniel was like a father to her. He taught Victoria the word of the Lady Saint while teaching her the healing arts. The two of them were nearly inseparable.

It wasn’t long before the war spread to church though. Bern’s mighty soldiers marched to take the church’s inhabitants as hostages. In a brave stand, Victoria’s father, Nathaniel and the other bishops distracted the Bern soldiers while the young priests and clerics made their escape. That was the last time Victoria saw him.

After leaving her home, Victoria and her friends from the church split up in order to hide their identities as Etrurians. She became a wandering missionary, spreading the word of St. Elimine as well as using her staff to heal the sick and wounded. Eventually Victoria learned the secrets of light magic, at last gaining the strength to fight for her beliefs. Over hear years and wanderings she became adept at both practices of magic, but still never found a place to call “home.”

One day, as Victoria was wandering to another church in search of people in need, she found a curious pathway. Following it, she ended up walking through the Door, guided by a spirit’s voice to the strange new world of Learania. Her gifts as a healer as well as her zeal have made her an irreplaceable member of the FEF guild.

Supports:

FD/Hikaru: C [X]

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Name: Leon Vatara

Appearance:
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Class: Great Knight
Affinity: Fire
Equipment: Poleaxe, Javelin, Steel Sword, Steel Lance, Knight's Shield (defends against anti-cavalry weapons)

Personality: Leon Vatara is the dedicated Captain of the Eyris City Watch. He puts his duty before all else, sometimes going out of his way to defend civilians. When he was younger, he was known among the ranks for being reckless and somewhat emotional, but his duties to leadership have changed Leon's perspective. For the most part, he takes his job seriously. Some point out that Leon might even take it too seriously.

Beyond his rank and knightly oath though, Leon is optimistic and compassionate. He would never hesitate to help a friend in need, and sometimes goes out of his way to help the strangers who come to Learania. When off the clock, he still knows how to kick back.

Past: Leon Vatara was a soldier in the Archanean army before he arrived in Learania at age 17. Although he was idealistic and full of promise, the harsh realities of war were too much for him to tolerate. One night, he deserted with his faithful steed Anri by his side. The two rode as far and fast as they could, accidentally stepping on a spell circle that took them to a whole different world.

There was no time to go sightseeing though. Shortly after he was carried to this new land by mysterious means, Leon came under bandit attack. Although he was well trained, he was simply too exhausted to fight off the ambush. Just when he thought he was finished, a group of fighters came to his aid. They took him in without question, even though he was a stranger. This group was the Eyris City Watch. Leon joined them as the only way of repaying his life’s debt.

Leon’s hard work (and with his literacy) allowed him to rise in the ranks rather quickly. His loyalty became second to none. He answered the call of duty when the Great Eyris Seige took place. Leon fought many battles for the sake of his friends and his beloved city, but he did not go without loss. With his two superiors killed in action, Leon took up the mantle as the Watch’s newest Captain. Now, he tries his hardest to lead the watch as well as his mentors before him.

Supports:

Leena: A [X]
Amelia: B [X]
Isadora: B [X]
Sain: C
Rahkain: C

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Name: Leena Smith

Appearance:
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Class: Secret Shop Vendor
Affinity: Wind
Equipment: Although not a traditional fighter, Leena always has the forge hammer handy.

Personality: Leena is a friendly and approachable person. It comes from her job to meet and greet customers. She is often polite and very upbeat, and pleasant to her regular customers or new arrivals. Business is one of the most important things to her, so she's always willing to lend an ear to see what her clients want.

Leena has a deep patriotism, showing outward pride in being a Learanian citizen. In particular, her faith lies in the Eyris City Watch, which she once considered the sole defenders of the city until the guild FEF came along. Her respect for both groups is quite high. Leena is known to give Watch or Guild members a half-price discount, feeling it is her small way of helping her homeland she loves so much.

Past: Leena was born in Learania, and still remembers how Eyris was before the guild FEF was in charge. She was the daughter of two commoners, both former mercenaries who hung up their weapons in favor of running a shop together. Leena also had an older brother named Alfred, who joined the Castle Guard in hopes of being a hero. Although sometimes life was hard for her simple home, Leena learned to always keeps a smile. She always imagined her family staying together.

When she was 15 years old, Leena’s life would never be the same. She received news that her brother was killed in action, defending the castle from a riot. Leena and her family were devastated by Alfred’s loss. The stress of running the shop and the pain of his death proved to be too much for Leena’s aging parents, so she took it upon herself to gradually take over for all their duties on the storefront. Through looking at the blacksmithing plans her father left in his old workspace, she figured out how to make the same magical items to continue his work.

With full control over the shop, Leena has expanded her business to great lengths thanks to the high demand for magical items as well as non-magical jewelry. While making high prices, she still maintains the same humble values her merchant family taught her. Using her goods and services, she hopes to give a fair price to all who wear armor in Eyris's defense. In her service to Learania, Leena met Leon, the current Captain of the Watch. They remain close, like brother and sister, and she’s promised to always be there for him and the rest of his new squad.

Supports:

Leon: A [X]

Name: Blossom Cheverell
Class: Mercenary
Weapon of Choice: Sword
Height: 4'10"
Weight: 93 lbs
Hair Color: Light brown
Eye Color: Blue-grey
Complexion: Very fair (burns easily)
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Caelin, Lycia
Birthday: February 28th, 1991
Chinese Zodiac: Ram
Western Zodiac: Pisces
Likes: Peaches, salmon, the outdoors, a clean house, heights, spending time with family, music, long baths, sleeping in late, what's left of her hair (her mom helped her take good care of it when she was little), snow, cooking
Dislikes: Strawberries, snakes, the smell of blood, a dirty house (especially minutes after it was cleaned), card games (she's not very good at them, and she has a horrible poker face), hot temperatures (she likes the cold better), dragons
Personality: Blossom tends to act younger than she really is. She's overly optimistic, always trying to find some sort of bright side even to a terrible situation. She is quick to trust, making it that much easier to surprise her if the person turns out to have less-than-good intentions. Despite her young countenance, she takes it as a personal affront when someone mistakes her for younger than she really is. Blossom's a very go-getter person, typically taking the route that means being active instead of laying around (though she's not stupid enough to push her self to the point of, yannow, killing herself). She's altruistic to a fault, ready and willing to risk her own life if it means saving that of a friend's. Blossom also doesn't like to worry others, whether it's because she's sad, sick, hurt, or for any other reason. However, she's very sweet, and cares deeply for the people close to her. She's almost a little clingy, and dislikes spending time on her own. Blossom's typically quite patient, though, and rarely loses her temper.
Appearance: [Sprite] [Artwork] Blossom might be seventeen years old, but she certainly doesn't look the part, at least at first glance. For one, even at her age, she's only 4'10” (or 147 cm for you non-Americans out there), and weighs a measly 93 pounds (or 42 kg for, again, you non-Americans in not-America). She has very short light brown hair, which brushes against the bottom of her neck, and grey-blue eyes. Her hair used to fall to about two or three inches past her hips when it was out of its usual ponytails, but after a run-in with a spectacularly psychotic and obsessive debt collector, the long hair became a thing of the past. She typically wears a white short-sleeved shirt with a square neck, a dark grey vest, a black pleated skirt with a white stripe along the hem, and big black boots with white stockings, as well as a pair of black gloves, fastened in place by a pair of yellow rings around her wrists. No matter what, though, she always wears her father's old, beaten red scarf.
Past: Blossom was raised in a small village on the outskirts of Caelin, near Sacae. Her father, Roland, held work as a dependable mercenary, and her mother, Corrine, stayed at home to care for the home and her daughter, previously an Ilian pegasus knight. Roland and Corrine met when their duties to their employer intersected. They fell in love, and settled in Caelin, where Roland lived, and Corrine released her pegasus so it might return to Ilia.

Blossom's childhood was an average one. Rambunctious and hyperactive, she constantly came home with skinned elbows or scraped knees. She often played with the other children in the village, as well as simply playing in the house. When she was old enough, she convinced her father to teach her swordplay under the excuse of learning to hunt, when in reality, what she wanted was an excuse to make him stay home more often. His work involved spending days, even weeks, away from home, and Blossom knew her mother very much missed her husband while he was away.

Blossom had never expected anything to happen to her home as time passed. It was a quiet village, and over the course of her seventeen years, things had stayed quiet. However, one day, she awoke early in the morning to the sounds of fighting, and screams. A swarm of bandits had raided the village. Already, homes were beginning to raze, flames licking at the morning sky. Roland had already left the house to fight off the bandits, which were numerous, while Corrine made Blossom hide, having her hide her eyes in her father's old scarf and plug her ears. When Blossom finally dared to look out and open her ears again some time later, she realized that the smoke lingering near her nose was coming from within the house, not outside. Blossom went to find her parents, starting to panic, and found them laying motionlessly in the kitchen. They had fallen in a heap together, near the entryway to the hallway.

Time passed in a blur. The fire had started at the far side of the kitchen and was spreading quickly through the small house. Blossom took her father's sword and found her mother's diary in the main room. Unable to continue trying to salvage anything as the fire chewed through the walls, Blossom ran. The bandits had fled, and most of the buildings in the village had already burned down to rubble and charcoal, or there was nothing for her to do but sit outside her burning home. The question of “What do I do now?” was promptly answered when Lyn's company found her, and after a bit of convincing on Blossom's part, they invited her into the fold. The question of how she would make do on her own could be tackled later. For now, she had a temporary home with the company members.

Blossom fought hard with Lyndis' army, under Aidan's leadership. Time passed more quickly than she thought possible, and before she knew it, the war had passed. What was she supposed to do now? There was no option to speak to Aidan, whom she had grown close to; he disappeared shortly after their final confrontation, prompting Blossom to travel, mostly to visit her old home (or what remained of it) and think over what she was to do. It wasn't until she returned to Pherae that she found her friends, and Aidan again. Through a series of... well, rather odd coincidences, she and Aidan were wed.

Neither really minded the circumstances, however.

When Blossom was around the age of eighteen, a few months after her marriage, Blossom awoke from sleep to find herself in Learania. It was frightening, yes, but she knew she was not alone. That was enough to assuage her fears. Who knew; this could be a good change for the both of them.

Name: Melethia Dagon
Age: 1000+ (she stopped caring to count)
Class: Mage Fighter
Affinity: Fire
Sword Rank: C
Anima Rank: S (Specialized in Fire Magic)
Staff Rank: B
Height: 5'9 in her normal form. 6'9 in half dragon form. 25'6 as a full dragon (from nose to tail)
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Brown in normal form, Red in half and full form when she gets mad enough that her dragonic features are showing
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Dragonis
Birthday: October 30th
Like: The colors red, orange, yellow, black, curry, long battles, fire, summer time, strawberries
Dislikes: winter time, flirtatious men, rich snobs, battles that she wins too quickly, her brothers
Personality:Melethia seems like she is a cold hearted person when truthfully she cares about people and a lot of things. She just doesn't want anyone to take advantage of that. Her brothers back in Dragonis wanted her dead so they could take her spot as the King. She also has a soft spot for a few things such as: Weddings, baby wyverns and baby dragons. She can use fire tomes and go into her half dragon form freely. She full dragon form though requires a good amount of strength for her to maintain it. So she doesn't use it unless it is her last resort. She currently unable to go into half form let alone full form after spending a couple years in Learania.

Appearance: [Artwork 1][Artwork 2][Mugshot]

Melethia is a woman with a haunting past and a long 1000+ year life. Her father, Rangarok Dagon, was a great ruler. When he married Melethia's mother Runa, a woman by the name of Lysera got really jelious because she wanted Rangarok for herself. It angered her even more when she found out that Runa was pregnant with Melethia. She formed a plan to kill both Runa and Melethia. Not long after Melethia was born,(and by not long i mean like 2-4 hours), Lysera attacked the Dragonis Castle. One of the medics took the newborn Melethia into hiding. Rangarok and the still weak Runa tried to fight Lysera to ensure Melethia would be safe. In the battle though, darkness took over Rangarok's body and he stabbed Runa in the stomach. When he got control again he realized that he was the one that stabbed Runa. With Runa's dying words she hopes that Melethia would find Lysera and get revenge for her mother. Lysera knew that Melethia was gone and she would hope that the half dragon princess wouldn't come back.

The medic, that was taking care of Melethia, gave the newborn to a family. Then a fire broke out 4 years later in the house. Melethia unintentionally started the fire. She mangaed to get out of the house, but the others weren't so lucky. She had no one to take care of her now. She wandered the area for a living. She first learned how to fight at the age of 5 due to the fact that she was alone. She wasn't knowing alot of who she was or what she was. She was left with just a name, Melethia.

A few hundred years later she met a man by the name of Requiem Meiuqer. What she didn't know was that Requiem was a dark man. He started making Mel into a dark being and taught her sword fighting. The dark being came to be known as Asami. Asami made a whole lot of havoc in the majority of the world. Asami's mind though about 10 years after her creation started to get unstable. There was a struggle between Asami and Mel for control. Mel gained back control about 10 years later when Asami grabbed a glass cross and some sunlight shone on it. Though Asami wasn't gone she stayed in Mel's mind as a second being.

Some time later Mel walks her way into a desert which leads her to the kingdom of Dragonis. The people there treat her like she's royalty. Mel being confused at this goes to the castle. Where she meets her father. She finds out that not only is she a princess she is also part dragon. She marries Kunzite Gem(How original -.-) and after her father kills himself she becomes queen. Not long after she became queen, Lysera comes back to kill Melethia. Though Melethia in the end defeated Lysera, but didn't kill her. The happiness though is cut short when some invaders kill Kunzite in battle. Melethia not able to stand the pain she had of Kunzite being killed, ran from the kingdom. As she was running away she went into an abandoned home. The door though was a portal that lead to Leandra.

Interesting facts about Melethia:
-Out of everyone in her family, her grandmother, 2 of her brothers, and her son, Shadowclaw, are still alive.
-Her favorite curry dish is green curry.
-Her favorite animal that doesn't have wings is a cat.
-Counting the scar she got from Asami, Melethia now has 4 scars on her body. One scar on each hand, one on her abdomen, and the scar on her face from Asami.
-Melethia learned her sword skills from Requiem and then her father, both times she discarded the skills in favor of magic. She can't fully get away from the sword skills though. There are times were she feels like she has to practice the skills and she does so with sticks usually.
-Melethia has a good sense of smell from being a half dragon, but her hearing is not too great.

Username: Ganon Firenight
Name: Ganon "Firenight" V'Chek
Class: Bard
Description or Splice:
Ganon is a strange reptilian creature who, at roughly eight and a half feet tall, towers over everyone around him. He is also perhaps one of the single strangest men in Learania, with a unique body and even more unique skills. Ganon's entire body is covered in small, bright-green scales, with larger, slightly softer scales on his underbelly, which runs down the front of his body from his neck to his crotch and down the underside of his six-foot-long tail. On his back and tail are a few well-spaced, thin bands of white scales. His snake head is mounted on a long, graceful neck, and hosts several rows of sharp, curved teeth in his smooth, wide muzzle. A scar and simple black eyepatch cover his left eye, but the right eye is bright green, with a tall, slit pupil. Along the top of his head and down his neck, Ganon has a messy crimson mohawk that he styles meticulously into long, thin quills. His nimble hands bear retractable claws, and he stands on powerful legs that end with wicked talons. His clothing is usually a loose black shirt with matching pants and a colorful scarf tied around his belly, along with a strap over one shoulder and under his other arm with a mandolin, a violin, or both attached to it. Like laguz and dragons, his species has an incredibly long lifespan, so he looks much younger than he actually is.
Personality: Ganon is incredibly friendly, even toward his enemies. Many believe it to be an act, but if it is he maintains it extremely well. There is little that genuinely angers the bard, who keeps up a smile even in battle as he plays for his friends and to slay his foes. He delights in the dramatic, and prefers to make an adventure of anything-- even something as simple as attending the market-- than to allow himself to settle into the mundane. His greatest pleasures in life are music and the entertainment of children, whose untainted views of the world around them give them what he feels is deeper insight into his music than most musically-trained adults could ever manage.
Past: Ganon, a Tokkan hgi-val, was born the first son of the dreamweaver of his village in the jungles of Brisal, a large country that takes up much of southern Tokka. As such, Ganon was taught from a very young age to play the drums and tell stories, as part of his training to become the next dreamweaver. The dreamweaver, or mnoh-ha't`chk, of a village would pass on the stories and lore of their ancestors.

For three years, Ganon was taught rhythm, and in that time he was not allowed to touch the drums. Instead, he developed Perfect Rhythm using his voice and hands. It was apparent from very early on that Ganon was a musical prodigy, and his skill on the drums rapidly grew. At a little past thirty years old, Ganon set out to explore all of Tokka so that he could return with new stories. Down on his luck, without work or money, Ganon found a discarded guitar and fixed it up, then taught himself to play it over a few weeks. With his prodigious skill, it was not long before he began to play for audiences, and his fame began to grow along with his repertoire.

After forty years, he had assembled quite a lot of music and instruments, along with his own cart and ox-- horses seem to hate him, for some reason, as do pegasi-- and was bound for home to share his tales with his village. As he passed through the gates out of the town in which he had spent the previous day, he seemed to pass directly from a world in which it was midnight to a world in which it was noon. He had entered Learania, and with a new world and a new adventure before him, he set off to explore it and never looked back.
Attacks: Ganon has two primary attacks: one involves creating high-speed, invisible blades that whip through the air with his music, and the other turns his violin and bow into a kusarigama-- a small scythe attached to a weight on a long chain.

He always gives his foes a second chance or an opportunity to re-think their decision before his first strike, but after that he fights ferociously with blades of sound from his violin, which are easily capable of slicing straight through a human's body and out the other side. His attacks are nonmagical, but they are affected by his enemy's resistance to magic, so bishops will have a better time against Ganon's music than myrmidons.

Ganon's kusarigama is a very dangerous weapon, especially against sword- or spear-wielding enemies. He whips the weight around and wraps the chain around his enemy's weapon to disarm and trap them, then moves in close for the kill with the scythe. He never throws out the scythe, even against magic-wielding, armorless foes; he simply uses the weight as a bludgeon or catches them by the legs, arms, or neck with the chain.
Debut in the Canon?: Easter '09, but ICly has been in Learania for over 7 years.

Username: Lance Dartel
Name: Lance Dartel
Class: Scoundrel --> Trickster --> Criminal Mastermind
Gender: Male
Birthday: 1st day in the Month of the Dancer (April 1st, allegedly)
Deity: Tymora, The Lady of Fortune (Lance has a firm belief in the power of luck.)
Species: Errant (a specialized morph)

Description:
Lance has quite a few handsome features, having a lean body with most of his weight in muscles, and a fair face few girls would say no too. However, because of a scar he has over his left eye as well as the almost golden glowing eyes, his looks take a turn for the worse. His hair is long, reaching down to his lower neck, which he usually ties up in a ponytail and letting his bangs cover the side of his head. When he's not using them, he holds up this hairstyle from going down into his face with a pair of goggles. As an Errant, Lance only aged up to the age where the quintessence of the "host" from it was taken from, which leaves him looking like he's in his early twenties or late teens, even though he's probably older than that.

While Lance has a preferability for dark clothes, his wardrobe contains so much more. Having a dozens of different outfits for various occasions, he has a wide diversity to fit every need.

His usual outfit is a black tank top, black pants and dark brown boots reaching up to below his knees, covering his shins. Over his hands he wears black fingerless gauntlets. Around his neck he wears either a scarf, muffler or a special cape that's fastened into his top with clasps that are easily removed through pressing a button on them in case he'd quickly need to remove it as a distraction. He wears a belt around his waists with a lot of pouches, pockets and bags, and it contains any thievery tools he'd ever need; different type of powders (including but not limited to sleep and aphrodisiac), lockpicks, his Elemental Coins, and many more items and gadgets. Most of his clothes expand and retract depending on who wears it, so his clothes are never too big or too small, and his regular outfit circulates the air easily, ideal for the harsh environments of the Nabata desert. His boot has a combat knife hidden in them, and his belt has two curved small bladed weapons, one at each side of his hip, and they're adorned with an emerald and a ruby in the hilt, respectively. The daggers also have a socket in them where he can place his Elemental Coins.

Past: Many years ago (around 37 years before FE7), a countess in Etruria conducted experiments with draconic magic and more specifically, the use of quintessence. She was especially fascinated by the creation of morphs and as such spent a great deal of time with them. One of these experiments was to take the strong quintessence, compress it and make the morph a baby. Theoretically, the baby would then grow up and the quintessence it was made with would expand as it grew, making the morph in the end much stronger than a normal morph. The baby would then also get trained as it grow up, and the Countess had in mind that she would then create an elite morph bodyguard that would be able to lead the other more menial morphs.

In the beginning, her experiment showed great progress. The first of the morphs did seem to grow up healthy, and a lot more talented than the regular morphs, as for example a child morph could easily best a normal morph in magical combat, and for a long time her experiment seemed to be a success.

However, the first of her baby morphs started showing some flaws. For one, certain defects appeared that was not intended, and some of the morphs even lost their speciality because of them. Loss of control in the limbs, the inability to speak arcane words to name a few.

Secondly, as they grew up, just like normal children, the morphs started showing a greater level of insight and self-awareness, making them more independant. Though it might seem as an asset because the morphs would be able to make decisions for themselves, it also came with the possibility that they one day might rebel.

Adding in the long time it would take to make the morphs complete, she deemed the experiment not worthwhile, and decided to decommision the newest six baby morphs, who was now categorized as Errants.

One of the countess' servants, Nadia, took pity on the babies, and managed to persuade five other servants to help the Errants escape. The three other servants got away safely, but Nadia was injured as she was evading capture. Wounded, she still managed to get across the border to Nabata, where she collapsed in the sands. She, and the Errant, would've died if she hadn't been found by a mamkute by the name of Lenard Dartel. He took her and the Errant back to Arcadia, where he nursed her and the morph back to health (he eventually also married Nadia, but that's another story).

That morph was Lance.

As Lance grew up, he was often met coldly by the other residents of the Dragon Village, as they all knew his heritage. Despite that, Lance did his best to get along with everyone, and while not always successful, the respect his foster father held in the village was enough to erase most of the animosity towards the young morph. However, the sheltered life was putting a strain on Lance who wanted nothing else than to travel the world. At the age of 12, he left the village to travel Elibe.

As a young child he could not make much of a living, so he scrounged together just barely to survive. He managed to find out he had a knack for pickpocketing, and conning people into giving him money, which started him down the path of a thief. For a few months it worked well, until he was caught by the leader of a mercenary and talents-for-hire-group called Xavier's Ghasts. Xavier's Ghasts consisted of a wide variety of personalities and people using different fighting styles, and Lance started learning martial arts in this time. It was also during this time that Lance gained a name for himself, and his infamity gave him quite a bounty on his head. It was due to this bounty that Lance, at an "impressing" age of 16 was betrayed by one of his closest friends, and he barely escaped alive. He got his scar over his left eye as a memento of the betrayal, and for a long time, he was still haunted by the experience.

Lance's life from his 18th birthday to the present is a mostly mystery to him. Because of his Errant heritage, his mind is gradually beginning to fade. This has left a lot of his memories blurry. He only has a faint idea of what he's been up to the past years, which includes, but not limits to, thievery, mercenary work, various minor employments and even a brief time in the Illian army. Because losing his mind isn't all that fun, Lance is putting everything he got into figuring out a way to get his memories back and stop his mind from breaking down. This has taken him travelling around Elibe looking for answers, while keeping up with his talent-for-hire business to have an income. His travels has now taken him to Learania, which he suddenly had gotten into without any real knowledge, as he went asleep in some tree in Lycia and awoke in Learania.

However, for some arbitrary reason, Lance has lost all of his infamity in Learania, as no one seem to know him, not even people he had met in Elibe. That has deprived him of all his income (no one hires a no-name thief in Learania), and he almost starved to death if he hadn't been rescued by the Lance Knight Finn. The two has since then become friends (though only semi-mutual). Now Lance is trying to find some sort of cure for him, while fighting the rising insanity.

Finn, having gotten tired of the constant struggles in and around Eyris, took the young Leaf with him, disappearing without little trace, leaving Lance on his own. Now no longer constrained by the Knight's code of honor, Lance started working his way from the bottom, dealing with petty crime, until he got more and more of a reputation in the underworld. Using his uncanny talent for making money, Lance has amassed a minor fortune, which he's now spending on his own mercenary guild, Cloak. His true goal, curing his decaying mind, is still priority, but the guild is part of his plan. He now lives in the forests surrounding Eyris together with his newest friend, Khalid.

Personality: For quite a while, Lance was mistrusting and taking a long time to befriend anyone. That all changed almost suddenly about the time he became 18. Now, Lance is a happy-go-lucky, caring fellow, who's a very loyal friend once he'd befriend someone, and always trying to see the best in people. He goes by the saying "Every day is a new day for retribution", and as such quickly forgets about wrong-doings against him. Wrong-doings against people close to him he does not, however. Lance has despite his profession quite a high sense of justice and honor, disliking acts of evil and prejudice. He dislikes unnecessary violence (necessary violence is A-OK), and especially killing others, going for either talking his way out of conflict or immobilizing his opponents. He's generally lazy and carefree, but willing to do his part if he has to. Despite his laziness, he's very quick and nimble, which is useful when say, running away. Lance is proud of his legs, as he's able to sprint extremely fast, more so than most humans.

Lance has the heart of a child which leaves him joyful and wanting to play around, with an uncanny ability to get down to a child's level and play easily with them. However, despite his child-like demeanour, Lance is much older than he looks, and as such possess a great deal of wisdom as well. While he appear weak, he's actually much more powerful than what meets the eye, which has left more than one assailant underestimating him quite a bit.

Lance is highly intelligent, both being able to come up with intricate plans or acting based on gut-feeling or reflex. However, he can easily lose focus, and if he doesn't settle for the first best plan, he'll either go overthinking every possibility and never getting to act, or his mind wanders to trivial things with no relation to the current events.

The happy-go-lucky Errant has always been interested in women as well. No matter what the age, he's been know to compliment them to the point of flirting, which has left him with a lot of worry in the past (especially when faced with the parents of younger women). Despite his flirtyness, he has very little experience with them, and is known to freeze when faced with a woman that actually seem to take a liking to him. He's in reality very shy around the opposite sex, not knowing what to do when all comes down to it, which creates a sharp contrast when he goes from flirty to almost frigid. Lance actually has some dreams about becoming a father and marrying at some point, but the fact that he's slowly going insane, as well as the lack of knowledge of if he can actually reproduce makes it really difficult to find a suitable partner.

Of course, all of his previous mentioned personality is overshadowed by the fact that he's losing his mind.

Because his Errant heritage, Lance has in later years experienced more and more craziness with him. He has random mood swings, internal discussions with himself, and a tendency to be overdramatic with poses. He can recite long mottos or the like to people around him. That leaves him with difficulties befriending people, as they label him as insane, and people have a hard time taking him seriously. Lance realizes all of this, but he has lost most of his control, and he helplessly see himself screw up one encounter after another. This has left him a bit depressed too, and all he wants in Learania is to befriend someone that sees him for what he is and overlooks his craziness. So far, he's had little luck.

Strengths: A lot of life experiences, and versatile at a lot. While he does not fight directly with a type of weapon, he's been taught a lot of different styles, which he could use to surprise an opponent by changing style completely, which gets helped by the fact that he's ambidextrous. Also, Lance is incredibly lucky.

Lance's brain is near if not at genius level. He can process tons of information, and he has a large memory base for information and knowledge (which strangely enough was left mostly intact from his memory loss.)

Lance has the ability to go into a buffed up mode which he calls Errancy. When he does that, he releases the limiters that keeps the magic he's created with in a bodily form. That makes Lance basically a living source of magic, getting an ethereal body, the ability to pass through, enhanced magical hits, you name it. He can hold that power up for at most 30 seconds, and he is virtually invulnerable during this time. It is, however, difficult to activate it, and not even Lance knows the exact details of what he has to do.

Lance has the ability, as a special kind of errant, to use his abundant magical energy to release a short burst of it in what he calls Impact which relieves him of having to speak incantations. He can also "feel people's rhythm". It can be the heart-beat, breathing, footsteps or body language of people. Everyone has a special kind of beat to them, and when that beat changes, either from a sudden action or a change of thought, he can predict what can happen. This has made Lance being able to gain insight in a fight, and dodging, counter attacking or parrying becomes much easier. With that he has developed his own fighting style, Hand of Unexpected Glory (well, he's not the best at naming stuff), which looks a lot like some sort of dance, where he tries to flow around with handstandings, and mixing it with his Impact attacks. He makes use of every movement here, either putting it into neverending attacks or dodges or parries. Check weaknesses.

Weaknesses: Lance has no alcohol resistance whatsoever, and can get giddy just on a pint of beer.

Even though Lance is smart, if he doesn't react instinctively, he's more likely to start overthinking things, never coming to a conclusion or failing to act because of that.

Lance is also narcoleptic, causing him to fall asleep randomly, sometimes even standing up. While it doesn't matter if he falls asleep normally, it is a problem when he falls asleep during a fight. Because of this, Lance almost always sleeps in, as the odds for him falling asleep during the day gets reduced. And while he's lucky, he has a tendency to end up in bad or embarrassing situations.

While Lance's power is powerful, the weaknesses it gives are great. First, the fact that he can only hold it for 30 seconds is sometimes not enough. Secondly, after the time is up, he gets shrunk to the size of a toddler standing up for twice the time he activated the power. While his clothes expand and tighten depending on the person wearing it, he becomes really weak for a while.

As he gradually began to lose his mind, he also lost many of the abilities he had. Feeling other people's rhythms, using Impacts and with it his Hand of Unexpected Glory (though he can still charge his Elemental Coins) and exactly how to use his buffed up Errant state (he can use it, he just don't know exactly how). This might come back to him over time, but until then, it's not even something he can rely on.

Likes: Games(including gambling), talking, meeting people, catching up on his lost rest, things going his way.
Dislikes: Evil, people doing injustice, not being able to read a person, things not going his way.

Fighting Style: Lance has a wide variety of fighting styles, all derived from companions he has travelled with in the past. Though he hasn't been taught the arts of each individual person, he has copied moves and stances from what they've been using and implemented it into his own. Though he's lost most of the knowledge about them, they still exist deep inside his head, waiting to emerge whenever he manages to fix his deteriorating mind.

At the present, he's the most known for using his Elemental Coins to battle. His Elemental Coins are made from a rare mineral called Arcanium, which is a metal that can absorb magic and get infused with its powers. Then the metal can use that magic inside, much like mages use spellbooks for their spells. The difference is that anyone, if they learn how to eject magical energy, can use Elemental Coins to a certain degree. It's just that Lance is the first person to use the Coins like this, since he cannot read or speak Arcane words. The coins eject different types of magical effects depending on what properties the Arcanium the coins was made with to begin with. There are several known properties, but Lance mainly uses coins with the properties of Flash, Thunder, Wind, Fire, Ice, Heal and Light, though there are at least just as many types as there are spells in the world.

Elemental Coins are first infused with magical energy. Then they are activated by releasing a quick burst of magic of the same wavelength as the user in the vicinity of the coin. That means that even though Lance is primarily who can activate them, anyone that can get close enough to the same wavelength can activate them. The Elemental Coins can also be put into special sockets in his daggers to gived his blades the traits of the coins put him, such as a Fire Dagger or an Ice Dagger.

Lance is a martial artist by heart and soul, and utilizes the so called Doppelgänger school of fighting. Lance has a very good eye for details, and as such he can pinpoint and break down any techniques he sees and learn the mechanics for it, which has given him a wide arrange of moves at his disposal from the many opponents he has had. While it might not be perfected versions, all the moves he can use are deadly regardless, as well as making him a very unpredictable fighter.

-More to be added as it gets thought up-

Name// Annis
Age// The beorc equivalent of 26 or so. She's not about to reveal her actual age, goodness. Never ask a lady that!
Birthday// April 16th
Height// 5'7”
Weight// She won't even tell me that.
Skintone// Fair, very fair; no blemishes or freckles to speak of
Hair// Short, styled to spike out, dark shade of brown, like dark chocolate
Eyes// A little cat-like; angular and focused, jade green
Affinity// Thunder
Miscellanea// Small hands and feet, small toes; very ticklish; big eater, but does have proper table manners, thank you very much.
Overall Appearance// Standing just taller than average, Annis is clearly slim, lithe, and very agile. She's quite flexible – not to any insane degree, more along the lines that a dancer would be flexible. She has a graceful walk, hips swaying back and forth when she moves. She constantly has something for her hands to do; flipping her knives around like a circus performer, holding some sort of food, something like that. It's not that she's got nervous energy, she's just bored frequently.
The clothes she typically wears involve a sleeveless black shirt and knee-length black pants, a pair of brown boots held closed by a short series of yellow buckles, a brown corset over the black shirt, and a pair of brown and goldenrod-colored gloves with black straps over her upper arms. While not inappropriately skintight, it clings comfortably to the lean muscles and soft curves of her body. It's kind of nice when your work involves sneaking about, and clothes catching on things would not help that sort of job, would it?
Personality// Annis is... well, she tries to be friendly. She'll fiercely defend you if you're in trouble and will just as quickly lash at someone with words as she would with her knives, and she's too stubborn to leave you alone if you're in need of aid, but that tends to just go for people who haven't pissed her off. That group mostly includes her friends and a few other friendly acquaintances she doesn't quite consider pals. Most other people are given a certain degree of reserved wariness. Combined with her sarcastic nature and impatience, she's not the easiest person to get close to. Annis would make a good friend, she's sure, she just... has a hard time actually getting to know people. They either avoid her because she's so critical, or she avoids them because their first impressions make her too frustrated with the person. She's not the type of person who will ignore you if you ask for the time of day, she'd be more likely to send you on a wild goose chase in response or give an entirely wrong answer just to see how you would react to her.
As much as people irritate her, Annis still finds both beorc and laguz rather fascinating. Sometimes, when you get that feeling that you're being watched, you ought to just look high; Annis is probably hiding in plain sight somewhere watching you. One of her favorite hobbies, when not off on a job or doing something to further her own personal benefit, is to stretch out somewhere and watch people interact. She's quite good at it, too; rarely does anyone notice her.
Annis isn't fond of babies, by the way. Or small children. If it's a small child that can play by his or herself without constant attention, then she won't mind him or her, but energetic rugrats that insist on playing with her at this very moment are not children Annis likes to spend time with. She likes heights, as any being with the ability to fly could probably attest to. She's also a daredevil, and enjoys doing risky things to see how people will react to her. She's also got quite the active imagination, as looking at any of her writings from her teenage years might tell you.
History// Annis actually has no memory of Kilvas nor her family, despite being a Kilvas raven. Her mother panicked when she learned she had become pregnant, still being young (by laguz standards, of course), and when Annis was born, she and Annis' father left her upon a family's doorstep, as they had heard tales of beorc doing the same thing. However, they took the story a little too literally, leaving her—on accident—on a beorc family's doorstep. Annis got rather lucky, then, that the couple there were willing to raise the infant properly, as a daughter instead of as a slave, as other winged laguz were subject to during that time. The two beorc, Allen and Lenore, moved soon after the claim to their newfound daughter to the edge of the Serenes Forest, still within Begnion borders, to attempt to move further away from laguz prejudice. Apostle Misaha smiled upon Begnion during most of Annis' life. As a laguz raised by beorc, however, much of her heritage was left a mystery to her, including the ease of transformation. Not once did Annis shift into her raven form, learning instead to fight with knives. Annis stayed close to home during her years growing up with her beorc parents; not many people were very supportive of the fact that Allen and Lenore were, well, parents to a raven laguz. Understandably, they tended to believe that the raven was more likely to plunder all their stores than to rightfully buy any of their wares. (Annis firmly refuted the rumors of thievery, despite turning to that line of work when becoming an adult in laguz terms).
Things were going rather smoothly for her. Allen and Lenore were beorc, and thus died as she approached adulthood. In their absence, their son and his wife, Landry and Karen, acted as guardians for her, ready to give support or advice if need be as Annis, for lack of a less punny term, spread her wings and left the nest.
Then the Serenes Massacre came.
Annis was forced to leave Landry and Karen behind in order to run. Despite not being a heron, the fury and insanity that consumed the beorc in the face of their beloved Apostle's assassination made Annis a target. Landry and Karen stayed behind to attempt to calm the crowds and protect the herons, whom they had lived near, thus knowing of their peaceful nature. Annis was unable to help, or even see if they would make it out all right; one of the beorc, a mage, chased her off with blasts of magic. Annis, burned and frightened, ducked into an abandoned home in order to hide...
And found herself falling through a clear Learanian sky, towards Eyris.
Annis settled in the city since then, managing to make something of a name for herself outside of the city as a mercenary. The next time you need something, no matter how legal the process, look up the brown-haired raven. She's good at what she does.