This looks good, I'll join

Name - Sol
Age - 23
Gender - Male
Appearance -
Personality - Friendly, but quite. A bit of a lone wolf, but nonetheless warm hearted and kind.
Race - Humes
Weapons - A black Boar Spear, and dual pistols.
Hometown - A kingdom by the name of Athena. A technologically advanced society, but with a mass of poverty. Sol grew up in poverty here, but broke away from this life after he became 18.
Kingdom - Athena
Background - Sol grew up in a slum of the docks of Athena. Poor his entire life, he did not have the pleasantries many kids had. He had few friends, and mostly kept to himself. His mother and father tried to bring their son up as well as they could, but not too long after his eleventh birthday, Sol's father fell ill with a terminal disease. On his deathbed, he told Sol that all of the possessions in a compartment under the floorboards of the basement were his now. After his father's death, Sol looked for this case. Finally, he found a tarnished bronze case about 7 feet long. Opening it, he found a spear and two guns. To this day, he holds these possessions with him, bound by soul. The day he turned 18, he bid his mother goodbye, and left to make a new life for himself. Not two months into his journey, he recieved word that his mother had been found dead, a heart attack. Sol now appears soulless, and callous, but he does not mean to play this card. He now is in search of belonging, and a new life.
Social Life - Sol doesn't talk much, but when engaged in conversation, he is intelligent and enjoys a good debate. Many who meet him grow fond of him, but he never stays in one place too long.
Occupation - Roamer.
Materia - White materia, ability to cure.

How's that?

The day was good. Cloudy, just the way they liked them. Barely any rain, but most important, no sun at all, that thing always got in your way. Arcadia wasn't too bad an empire in general, but the omnipresent military definitely got annoying after a while. Security shouldn't come at the cost of liberty. Millions of things can flash through your mind in seconds, for Nix and Flora this was quite normal, other people had more problems with that.

They were in one of the major cities of Arcadia: Carthach. A huge city, which is just what Nix and Flora need, since it is easier to hide that way and the military is spread thinner, even if more soldiers are present than usually. Nix wore his cloak, hiding his materia and weapons, even though the soldiers probably suspected him of having it thanks to that cloak. Flora was less suspect, even though she had to wear her sword for all to see, but just because she was a woman, a hume woman, people didn't think too much of her, which was their mistake. If she'd had been an Elf or a Viera, people would look at her completely differently. Even though Nix and Flora were close to each other, literally and figuratively, they kept a small distance from each other, so people wouldn't immediately know they were together.

The morning passed, nothing interesting was to be found. No-one even needed guides or bodyguard in this damned kingdom, there simply was no need because no-one travelled unless necessary. And those who had to, did it more often and thus had their usual guides and guards, unfortunately. By noon they had hence left the interior of the city and wandered in the direction of a nearby forest so they could talk and be closer to each other. Their conversation had no serious tone today, there was nothing important to tell, besides where they would travel next. They could go anywhere they wanted, but decided to remain in the vicinity for a few days.



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OoC: A bit rusty at writing...

Running away was a lot easier than she ever suspected. She thought someone would somehow guess her intentions, somehow they knew she was leaving... somehow. Yet, all she got as she walked down the cobblestone road crammed with people were a few chipper hellos. Commoners and nobles alike, all going about their daily buisness.

Had she been anyone else the guards in which lingered about the place would have stopped her. They would have demanded she stop, that she drop her weapons, and that she come with them. If she had been anyone else she would have been walking around looking much like everyone shuffling around her, clad in dark loose fitting attire, bearing no weapons, and looking to the ground whenever a guard was watching them.

But she was Victoria, daughter of Edward and Liza Carlean. She was a noble, she was kind in the eyes of everyone and a good girl with a good head on her shoulders. She had a reputation and she was known. This girl, this sensible kind girl, would never try anything out of the norm. She would serve her country, donate to the army, perhaps loan them some of the many weapons her father left behind. However, that was how the public looked upon Victoria, prizing this favorable opinion of the young Viera.

She was running away from this dreadful place and no one even suspected it. In truth, she would have been someone people would have stared at with wide curious eyes. She was beautiful, as her race is known for being, large bouncy golden curls, large red-brown bunny ears, light sharp face, tanned skin, and sapphire eyes that were forever speculative. Within her brown coat which had been thrown over her golden corset were two daggers, deadly and lethal. On her large brown belt was clasped a sheath and within it an equally deadly sword was held.

She walked briskly toward the woods. This was where she would go first, travel through them and from there find the place she dreamed fondly of. A place where petty wars never occurred, where conflict hardly ever took place, and power and land was shared equally among it's people. A place which would be the polar opposite of where she lived now. However, as her gazed was fixed upon the woods she saw two people heading the same way, both in which looked highly suspicious in her eyes.

Her rosy lips were pursed as she narrowed her blue eyes. It really shouldn't have been too odd, but something seemed slightly off about the two, something she couldn't quite place. Why were they heading to the woods as well?

Tal looked down upon the peaceful city of Port Rosco, Knowing that only too soon this peaceful city, and the country that surrounded it would soon be engulfed in the trappings of war. Tal seriously did not believe the Franciscan kingdom could win the war they found themselves on the verge of suddenly.

Tal thrust himself out of his musings and to the here and now. Just across the great valley which held the city of Port Rosco in it's protective arms, a great elven host was assembled. This great army was there to demonstrate to the kingdom of Francisca just how loyal to the empire of Archadia they were. Tal had come to do what he could so that he might give the civilians of the town much needed time to escape. Even now, Tal's sensitive eyes made out the front lines of the approaching hoarde. Sighing to himself and wondering how he had gotten himslf in this situation, Tal walked out of the sheltering trees he had been standing under and out into the open. It only took a moment for one of the Elven soldiers to spot him and cry out warning to his fellow soldiers, thinking Tal to be the front of an opposing army. About the time Tal got halfway down the slope they relized that that obseravation had been quite incorrect. They started laughing and jeering at Tal, even as they readied their bows to fill him with wood and steel.

As one the released their bows.

As one their arrows flew up into the sky, headin for the seemingly defenceless Tal.

The already dark sky turned an Ugly black above Tal, the arrows blocking off the sunlight.

An as one the elven soldiers stood amazed as their arrows flew every which way, turned aside like paper airplanes by a great shockwave that came from Tal. The golden and silver stones embedded on the top of the shield like object on Tals left arm glowed with a great shine as the energy from the advancing arrows was absorbed.Tal used his free hand to push his glasses up his face, even as he reached for the gun mounted on his back.

"You fools! You missed! Fire at him again!" A thick skuuled elven commander cried, bringing attention to himself.

Tal smiled as he brought his weapon to bear, and fired three shots in rapid succession. All three hit their mark perfectly, shooting through the unfortunate commanders skull in three differant places, making the elven host start to waver in their want to fight this obviously poweful individual.

Tal spared a quick glance over at the town of Port Rosco, pleased to see that they had seen the host, and were preparing thei defences and mobilizing their militia, small though it was.

Tal muttered the key to a transformation spell and yelled "Stone to Mud!" While pointing at the mountain beneath theelven hosts feet. The mountain immediately began to weaken and tremble, it's support having been undermined. THe elven host seemed to notice the problem, mostly because they were now sinking into the mud.