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I'm a newbie so this is a little bit of experimental stuff. If this annoys you then I'm going to kill it when I get the hang of something... though it shouldn't annoy you if you ignore it. Ignore me...

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Welcome to a world where zombies are no more than pesky rats. They invade your house, eat all the food, tear up your garden, turn your neighbours and pee everywhere. Zombies never used to be a problem in the small country town of Eastapple and it wasn't until lately that zombies became a frequent occurance. These zombies are not as bloodthirsty as you'd expect - it appears that all they are looking for is a good boogie with a side quest of world domination. Seriously.

They spend their time partying at night and slinking away during the day, chasing after the living to bite them, eating anything remotely edible and, well, they have the sex drive of rabbits. In small numbers, zombies can be easily dealt with, but, thanks to the local Warlock (who is also an alien) an outbreak occurred. Soon the children of Eastapple found themselves waking up to all adults in the town turned to partying, garden-destroying zombies and trapped behind a magical barrier.

Now, only a small number are left; the gardening club of Eastapple Junior High and the Exterminators from Eastapple Senior High School. The gardening club is primarily focused on keeping their food source, the school vegetable gardens, alive and some are so passionate they value their tomatoes over their own lives. The Exterminators are a group that are determined to wipe out the entire zombie population, despite there probably being a cure. But both groups share a similar goal ... to find that Warlock, kick his ass and end the "apocalypse" once and for all...

... and grow the most amazing vegetables in time for the Eastapple Produce Fair. Yes, even the Exterminators.

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You may have already noticed, but these zombies are based off the zombies from The Sims. Here's some more information about the zombies.

1. So, these zombies are going to be sensitive to sound just like any other.
2. They're also slow walkers, not these new fast zombies.
3. They dance whenever a radio is turned on near them.
4. They constantly hit on one another and can lust over people that aren't turned, so watch out.
5. They can be turned back, but only by the Warlock himself.
6. They don't like being ignored but will not attack you if you pretend to not notice them. They start to question their own existence if people do not notice them - yes, they are that stupid.
7. They have a soft spot for small children and may let you live if you're kawaii enough.

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I'm going to give each character an archetype to make sure that they don't end up too similar, which they often do. Just incorporate the trait/stereotype into your character - but you can be creative with it! Like, make them a complete failure of the stereotype they're supposed to be, or make it their persona/true personality. The characters should all be 12-15 for the gardening club and 15-18 for the Exterminators.

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Character 1: The hero/heroine. Also the leader. // OPEN

Character 2: The stoic. The younger sibling of the leader (can be younger than 12). // OPEN

Character 3: The angel. // OPEN

Character 4: The crazy. // OPEN

Character 5: The asshole. // OPEN

Character 6: The airhead. // OPEN

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Character 7: The badass. Also the leader. // OPEN

Character 8: The genius. // OPEN

Character 9: The sloth. // OPEN

Character 10: That one optimistic guy. // OPEN

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First and foremost, Quinn was not an idiot. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. It was more of a comfort to her than “somebody will come for me” or “when I’m free, you’ll all be dead!” There was no room for wishful thinking or empty promises. She was on her own and if the chance presented itself, it was smarter to not attempt to slaughter all of her captors in a vengeful wrath. That would be something an idiot would do.

She told him not to stray far, before he ran from her. Everything was clear for a moment, then. This was it, the moment they had all been waiting for – the boy was leading her into the trap he had marked her for. She had drawn a pistol and made her way after him to find only the boy. Quinn was quick to pick him up and rush towards the safety of the camp, before she felt it. It was just a tiny, little pinprick. Then time started to meld.

She remembered that farmer being congratulated and offered a position back in the family. She remembered the shot, though she couldn’t remember why it happened. The farmer’s wife screaming as she was dragged off before the Scarecrow stopped them. The Scarecrow, as she nicknamed the man with a crow on his shoulder, had knelt before the pregnant lady and stroked her belly, cooing to the unborn child… something. Quinn had watched the entire exchange from a tiny gap in the coffin.

All that came next were pinpricks and the word Triveila, repeated over and over again. When she was awake once more, her limbs heavy from the constant injections, she dug her nails into the wood and carved that word in there until her fingers bled. She didn’t make it far, before a wheel hit a rock and her coffin shifted. Her priorities changed, then.

Forcing her coffin off the back of the wagon without a plan of what to do wasn’t the most intelligent thing Quinn had ever thought to do, but it wasn’t her escape she had in mind. As Angus made the dash during her distraction, Quinn had felt relief – until his damned mother had to scream out his name, alerting all to his escape. In the struggle she had managed to use the mercenary’s weight against him and make him stab one of the horses with the needle, before being reintroduced to the simple, classic way of knocking someone out.

She didn’t feel the pinpricks after that... but the memories became even more blurred and confusing. Some not making sense at all. She remembered asking for her brother.

Her parents told her he was away on business. It was unfair, Oleander was always busy with something. Sometimes it felt like she didn’t even have a brother. When she did see him, he was so cold and distant, they might as well have been strangers. But if her brother not being around had any positives, it was that her parents’ attentions were solely devoted to her. She watched them eat the cake she had baked, her hands tugging on her frilly green skirts and feet dangling above the ground. The showered her with praises, “This cake is delicious, you put the cook to shame.” “Oh, how your piano has improved. We have to show off your playing next we have guests, and that lovely voice of yours.” “That’s a sad story, little princess. Write a happy ending and I’m sure you will keep your husband entertained.”

“I want to tell my stories to more people than a husband,” she replied to that, to which her parents laughed. Ottavia didn’t know what else to do but laugh too. She must have said something funny, but still, this laughter lasted seconds too long. She squirmed uncomfortable on her bony seat and reached forward to take a slice of the cake for herself. She sat back down with her slice, ignoring the creaking and bringing a small forkful of the cake to her lips… then she set it down on her plate and pushed it away from her.

“Mother, Father,” she began to inquire politely, “What are we doing to these people?”

The sunlight filtering through the window onto this pleasant scene dimmed and the billowing drapes settled down like dead weight. Her father barely looked up from his reading.

“They aren’t people, Ottavia, you are mistaken.”

Quinn, hair pinned up and dress plain and black, gingerly removed her weight from the scarred back she was sitting on. They gave a little moan of relief. “Father –“

“Sit down, Ottavia.” Her father had stood at his end of the table, his olive green eyes – her eyes – looking at her with disdain. Quinn sat back down on the woman's back without question. Her mother gazed sympathetically at her, then shook her head and returned to her meal. Two bony, shaky hands snaked their way over the table, the bruised body of a young man following them. The man crawled his way towards her, his head hanging low as he didn’t dare make eye contact. Her cake was crushed beneath his knees as he knocked everything on the table aside. Her father strolled up to her with him, ignoring the destruction of the table spread. “They aren’t people,” he repeated, not taking his eyes off her as he grabbed the man’s hair and slammed his head down on the table. Quinn gave a short cry and brought her hands to her mouth, falling backwards off the woman on her hands and knees. The young man’s mouth was forced open as her father jammed his fingers in it. The young man’s eyes were dead as they looked directly down at her, his tongue hanging out lewdly, “Do you really consider something so depraved human?”

“Father, please…”

“They aren’t people, Ottavia,” he growled. Quinn scrambled away from him on the floor, only to be held still by more scarred, bony hands. She shook her head in protest, tears threatening to spill. “Say it. Tell me what they are.”

“Stop it! Leave him alone!” she cried as her father grabbed the man’s tongue, threatening to rip it from his mouth.

“She doesn’t like that, darling,” her mother’s soft, kind voice rang clear over the chaos. Quinn’s fast beating heart calmed ever so slightly as she saw her mother stand from the table and walk over with dignity. Her blue eyes shone with empathy, and then… they were no longer shining and beautiful, they were bulging like a fish being torn from the depths of the sea and brought to the surface. Foam mixed with blood dripped from her mouth as she uttered, “Perhaps this is why she killed us.”

Her parents crumpled, deathly pale and bleeding from their eyes, nose and ears. Quinn shrieked and drew her knees in as they hit the ground, bringing her hands over her ears to shut everything out. Memories popped off like pistols; a whip, a fire, a golden eye and empty rooms and -

She lifted her heavy head, chained to a wall, unable to see anything past the canvas on her head. Every sense felt abused and her body was exhausted. She could hear the soft cawing of crows and running water, something she barely noticed she could hear before. Making out shifting figures through the worn fabric of the bag, she yanked slightly on her chains, then immediately fell limp again and squeezed her eyes shut when she felt eyes turned to her.

“… let me have a turn with the knife,” a voice reached her ears as the drug’s effect on her slowly wore off. She barely heard a response, but picked up on a name – Carringway. Carringway, Carringway… she remembered that name from somewhere distant, like a dream…

“Is the little thing awake?”

That haughty voice took the air from her. She clenched her fists to try and stop the shaking, her chest expanding and falling irregularly. Instinctively, she squirmed her back against the wall like she was trying to bury her way through.

Light suddenly pierced her eyes as the bag was whipped off her head. It felt harsh and painful, though its source was only a few candle fixtures on the walls. She forced her furious, burning eyes open despite the pain and looked up to see her. The narrow, painted face of a woman framed by thick fiery waves. One clever, wicked golden eye regarded her prisoner, the other covered up by hair and a decorative hat fixed over it.

“Rucia,” Quinn rasped, a simple greeting that said so much more from the hatred etched into it.

“Saphine,” the woman corrected her patiently, “I believe I should be calling you Quinn?” Quinn didn’t reply, opting to look away. “Quinn Xe’ Duzelle… a lovely name, though I must confess, I was fond of your old one. You don’t mind if I still call you by it, do you, Lady Virmonte?” Quinn shuddered, bringing a smile to Rucia’s face. She moved forward to graze her fingertips against Quinn’s biceps. Quinn immediately tensed up at her touch and Rucia gave her arms a squeeze, nodded with a vaguely impressed expression, then moved down to her thighs. At last, after a while of poking and prodding, she moved up and slapped Quinn’s face lightly, “Look at me.” Quinn raised her head up slightly and Rucia pinched her cheeks together, moving it around as she observed it, “There’s that pretty face I remember so well. Show me those teeth.” Quinn’s jaw was pried open and Rucia looked inside. Quinn knew this routine… she knew it a bit too well.

“What do you plan to do to me?” she demanded, already quite aware of her plan.

“Must we go into details now?” Rucia lamented. The lanky, dark-skinned man with a crow had entered the room with a tray holding a cute little tea set. It was out of place for… this place, but not unusual for Rucia. “I’ll spoil your appetite. Tea?” Quinn shook her head, but a tea cup was forced up to her lips regardless. Steaming hot tea dribbled down her chin, and despite the scorching pain, Quinn didn’t break eye contact from the woman force feeding her – much to the woman's irritation. She frowned and set the empty cup back on the tray, shooing the crow man away. “It’s been years since we last chatted, Lady Virmonte. Where have you been since you evaded me?” No answer. “You are being a poor guest, dear.

“I went to Veilbrand,” Quinn answered carefully.

“Ah, of course. You seem to have done well for yourself in that shithole. However did you manage to keep the gold flowing?”

“I became a jeweler.”

Rucia’s brow raised in surprise, then her sparkling eye narrowed, “How honest of you.” Her painted nail trailed up her neck and caressed one of the pearl-caged earrings Quinn wore. A small smile crept up on her as she played with it, before she tore herself away and turned her back to her, “Now, I see you’re still travelling with that mercenary. From the corpses of my men he left in the Capital, I’d say he’s quite devoted to you. Are you intimate?”

Quinn was taken aback by the question, her glare faltering for just a moment, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Lady Virmonte,” she said with a casual wave of her hand, “I’m asking whether you are involved with my Marcel.” For a moment, there was only white noise. Rucia turned to see Quinn’s expression and burst out laughing. “Does he never speak of me? How cruel of him.”

“Your what?!"

“Oh, do grow up,” Rucia tutted, “I was hoping to have nice, girly chat about his performance. I didn’t take you for a prude.” She returned to Quinn, getting uncomfortably close for comfort, “I care for you, darling Ottavia. I would love to let you go, to watch you flourish, but when new blood rises…” she sighed almost sadly, wincing as she removed her hat and tucked her bangs behind her ears. Quinn stared at the jagged scar running down her left side, into the squinting red gash an eye should have been, “Old blood dries,” the woman said, a tremble in her voice, “I will not allow you to spit in my face and walk away. This business began to burn from the fire that started with you.”

Quinn raised her chin proudly, growing tired of Rucia and the lies she was trying to beat her with, “Well, maybe, next time you’re in the market for a new secret base, don’t choose the most important building in the city,” she hissed, Especially when it belongs to me.”

The sound a slap echoed around the underground room and Quinn’s cheeks were clawed into, “Listen up, slug,” Rucia snarled into her face, “The Virmonte name ends here! From your reaction to my harmless little question before, I take it you’re a virgin. Don’t fret, I won’t let you die one. And when they’re done with you and you’re humiliated and helpless, I’ll come back for that pretty little face of yours. I will not let you die beautiful, Virmonte. You robbed me of that luxury.” She pulled back, bringing a hand up to cover her shame, then suddenly snatched at Quinn’s ear. Quinn yelped as her earring was torn from her lobe and Rucia raised it before her, then hurriedly took its hook between her lips and suckled off the blood. “As for how you’ll die…” she mused then whispered into Quinn’s bleeding ear, [color=#edb417]“I think poison will sting the most.” As she turned to leave, the crow on her heel, Quinn surged forward against her chains.

“I KNOW IT WAS YOU!” She roared. Rucia froze then looked over her shoulder, confusion evident on her face for just a moment.

“… Be gentle with her,” she said to the men in the room instead of addressing Quinn, “She’s not yours to cleave into.”

She left, some of the men opting to follow her. The only other woman in the room looked over the three men remaining with disgust before following the others.

“Her face and her virginity?” the crow man said with a cocked head as Saphine sighed and came to rest at the dining table. She took out a fan, looking quite exhausted with the ordeal. “Forgive me, Lady Saphine, but it sounds like you’re stripping her of what makes her valuable. You had her promised to Carringway, I believe?”

Saphine’s golden eye snapped up to him, “If you think any of the girls we ship with those pirates retain their virginity before they are sold, then your understanding of the world is foolishly ignorant, Luther.” She shut her eyes and fanned herself in silence for a moment, “I’ve changed my mind about selling her. I’d rather have her disposed where I can see it. And quickly. You heard of what happened to that idiot, Sketch.”

“Putting pride before a profit, Lady Saphine?”

There was a long pause, in which even Luther’s crow stopped fidgeting on his shoulder. She dangled Quinn’s earring above her, watching it catch the light, before shaking her head. “Luther, my darling, you know my heart better than I." She reached out a hand as a gesture for Luther to lean into it and stroked his cheek fondly, "I won’t disfigure her. I understand her worth.”

“Then what of the men?” Luther asked cautiously.

There was a furious scream from below, the scream of a man. Saphine stood up and fixed Quinn’s cage earring onto her left lobe, caught a glimpse of her reflection in a mirror, then beamed at herself. “Men?” she spoke up innocently, then frowned and shook her head, “What men? There have never been any men. She’s a virgin.” She held out her arm for Luther to take. He smiled reluctantly and escorted her out the door.






Quinn barely noticed the hand that was gripping her thigh, only that the little beast that had been tearing at her head had ceased, and even then, she had barely been awake for that. Her eyes fluttered open slightly to see a dark shape leaving the room just as another figure blocked everything from view. Her head drooped down and she weakly knocked him with a knee, feeling her consciousness slip, either out of exhaustion or to protect herself.

She heard the sounds of bones cracking and muscles being turned to bloody pulp, she even just managed to see it all through her lashes, but it didn’t feel real. None of what she was seeing felt real. She must have been hallucinating again. She watched as two burning red eyes came closer. In that moment, in what she thought was her final breath, she wondered how those eyes could be feared. They were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

As soon as the gag was removed from her mouth, she spat out a bloody chunk of ear that had been festering in her mouth. Saliva poured down her chin as she gasped for air, nearly hyperventilating. Thank the gods, it was finally out. She thought she would eventually have to swallow it.

“That’s disgusting,” the demon had remarked before freeing her from the chains. She dropped gracelessly to the ground and looked around in a daze at the gore that surrounded them, the headless man and the pulverized bird, then drooped her head back down and looked at the ear near her knees. Her mouth opened into an exhausted grin and she just… laughed.

It was an airy, pathetic laugh. She looked up at the demon, wincing at the pain laughing gave her. “You think…” she rasped between painful chuckles, You think… this is disgus-” She was interrupted by the sudden vomit surging up her throat.

Once she was done emptying her already empty gut, she remained curled over. Her shoulders shook violently and raw, bloodied fingers scraped against the stone floors as they curled into fists. Her head raised, furious eyes peering through the long blonde hair that had fallen over her face – looking directly at the last man the demon had left behind. He was offering him to her. She forced herself to her feet, stepped over her sick, and promptly wobbled and hit the floor again. She didn’t give up. Crawling over the blood-slicked ground towards him, she snatched a dagger from the beheaded man. The man had looked over to the Red-Eyed Demon and slumped to his knees in acceptance, allowing Quinn to hold the blade to his throat without taking the painfully long effort to stand. He looked at her with just as much hatred as she regarded him.

Quinn stopped herself from outright slitting his throat. She shut her eyes and took in a ragged breath, her brain ticking. With restraint she didn’t think she was capable of, she lowered the dagger and took his wrist, fixing his hand on the floor.
“How many fingers will I take?” she uttered dully. The man stirred slightly with panic.

“I dunno. All of ‘em?” he spat at her with a glare. She shook her head solemnly.

“How many fingers will I take?” she repeated, then added in barely a whisper, “You know how many.”

The man’s glare faltered a moment, before he shut his eyes and sighed. He looked up at the ceiling in defeat, “Three.”

Quinn just nodded. She didn’t have to say anything more. They both understood it. Turning her attention to his hand, she positioned the dagger, grit her teeth, and brought the blade down on his index finger with a sickly crunch. The man shouted and squirmed, but the pain she had caused him caused a sudden wave of strength and power to crash over Quinn and she kept his hand still as she severed the second finger. That finger took two attempts to completely detach.

“Y-You think this is justice, don’t you?” the man gasped as she sawed through the bone. His gasps of pain were replaced with growls, “My brother was fourteen. You didn’t even bother to know who you burned that day, Virmonte filth.” There was a small splash on the back of his hand and he looked up at Quinn, her eyes averted from his. The surprise on his face was quickly overridden by disbelieving anger. “Don’t you dare –“

He howled as the third finger was removed and tossed aside. Almost as quick as it happened, Quinn brought the dagger back up to his throat, “I’m not going to kill you,” she said strongly, “You tell Rucia of my ally. You tell her that I know what her family did to me. And you tell her…” she pressed the blade further, drawing blood, “That I will not be baited.”[/color] She drew away from him, pointing at the door with the dagger, “Go.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. He scrambled out of the room, glancing back at the demon. Quinn sat in silence, resting her forehead against the end of the dagger’s hilt, as she listened to the man take a horse and hurry away with it. When she could hear nothing, she lifted herself from the ground and steadied herself against the wall. Still in her heels, she slowly lumbered to the door using the wall for balance, not even paying attention to gods-know-what she was stepping on. She paused at the door, turning her head slightly towards the demon without looking at him.

“I’m taking a bath,” she said, then walked out.

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The journey had been hellish, but they finally made it.

It was sundown the next day when they trudged into that small, dried up mining village. All weary, almost all of them travelling on three to four hours sleep. All but Linde; still wrapped up and sleeping in Sieghardt's arms, drugged up with whatever could help numb the pain, and Jeanne; her head flopped on Marcel's shoulder, where she had been softly snoring for the past two hours. Miriam had been on edge watching out for Te'i Sai, now their only protector against them, while Quinn had navigated their way through the tunnels and very, very secretly panicked that she might not know where they were. Xia's fervent faith in Quinn did reassure her when she thought they were going in circles in her tired paranoia.

“This is it,” Quinn declared. Marcel glanced at the top of Jeanne’s head and started gently shrugging his shoulder in an effort to wake her kindly.

“Jeanne,” he whispered, giving her a tired smile when she came to. He looked just as haggard as she was. “Time to get down.” He released her legs and she slid off his back before he started walking after Quinn again.

There were only ten buildings scattered around, and people were scarcer. They all watched the group arrive, and one young boy jumped to his feet and sprinted away the moment he saw them. Nobody moved to approach them as Quinn led the group towards the mine; they only watched. Inside the mine when they reached the elevator, the man in charge of the lever shot to his feet and gave a quick bow before standing aside to let them on. Quinn opened her mouth to say something, but she snapped it shut and just moved to stand on the wooden platform.

“Nobody is asking us how we are,” she whispered to Marcel as the platform descended, nudging him.

“Huh?” he croaked, then slurred, “Mmmyep. How rude of ‘em.” He finished with a yawn, which Quinn caught, then it infected everybody.

“N-No,” Quinn squeezed through her yawn, “That’s the phrase. They ask how you are, you slip ‘there’s only up from here’ into your response, and they let you in.”

“But... we’re going down,” Marcel replied slowly. Quinn replied to him with an even slower blink. “... Mmmtired. What?”

“They’re letting us in without a password.”

“Yeah. You’re the Maiden, aren’t you?”

Quinn shushed him, folding her arms as she glanced over to Linde. She wished this thing could crawl faster. “... They don’t know that,” she murmured. Marcel gave her a confused look.

When they reached the bottom, a bit more walking had to be done before Quinn paused, scanned a wall, then reached her arm through a crack in it. Her face scrunched up as she wiggled her arm around, then suddenly a rumbling echoed throughout the cavern. Quinn slipped her hand back out and walked out before a segment of the rocky wall that had begun shifting and she waited expectantly with crossed arms as it very, very slowly began to slide upwards. The rebellion was just on the other side. They had made it...

Then the grinding came to a halt.

Quinn’s arms dropped and she looked up to the ceiling with an, “Ugh.” She walked back to the crack in the wall and plunged her arm into it. Some fiddling. The rumble. Small lumps of stone pelting them from above. Impressive secret door still stuck and not being very impressive. After storming over to the door grumbling about someone named Hector and how nothing ever gets fixed around here, Quinn hit the rock with her hand.

“Door!” she called out. No reply. “Hey! Wake up! Who’s on duty?!”

A startled commotion. “Me, miss.”

“We have a dying woman out here. If you do not get this door open right now...” Quinn let herself trail off as she heard flailing and clanking from the other side of the wall. She leaned her shoulder against it and folded her arms, looking back to the others. Marcel looked like he was trying not to laugh. “You must understand, this isn’t usual,” she suddenly blurted, the tips of her ears turning pink. “We’re – we’re very organized, and under control, and – and – and one’s merits do not lie in how one opens a door!”

“Did you try from your side?”

Quinn’s blushing face whipped away from the others to glare at the stone and she snapped in one breath, “YES, and I am only answering your stupid inquiry and not leaving you in silence to stew on it because I haven’t the time to wait for your brain to catch up to your idiotic mouth. Yes, I tried to open it from my own side, the side I am stuck on with A DYING WOMAN.”

“... Can you try it again?”

Quinn shut her eyes, took a deep breath, then stepped to the side, “Miriam, be a dear and get the door for me,” she said calmly, déjà vu rolling over her like the words off her tongue.

Soon, the acne-riddled teenager behind the moving wall was treated to the sight of the slab of rock being lifted up by a woman in gladiator attire, all by her lonesome. His jaw dropped, then immediately snapped shut when Quinn walked through the door. He stood up into a hurried bow, while Quinn wagged a finger at him.

“I am having words with your superior,” she hissed.

“You are his superior,” Marcel whispered as he passed.

“I know,” she whined back quietly, “Just let me – threaten – ngh!” She jabbed her finger at his face, “Fix it,” she said, ice dripping from her lips. The kid nodded with disbelieving eyes, looking past her to the enormous black knight that had just ducked under the stone door the woman held up. The door slid down slowly when it was released, but still shut with an ominous thud. The boy fell to his knees as he watched the very unusual, terrifying group walk out of the corridor and into the base, almost traumatized.

“There are more doors,” Quinn reassured the others as they walked, then added on a quieter, slightly embarrassed, “Obviously.” The moment they entered the main cavern, Quinn cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted at the top of her lungs, “WE NEED A DOCTOR!” Eyes turned to them, one pair belonging to a fragile looking young man in white robes. Quinn immediately singled him out. “Priest of Velran, why do you stand there? This woman has been stabbed.”

Quinn didn’t notice how the cavern seemed to stop its commotion to stare, but Marcel did. This seemed to be an underground trading hub of sorts, or a rebel storehouse. Some shops were set up, further back was an area for training, and he could see a shrine to Velran near a few set up tents. There were stairs to a room held up by mostly scaffolding, set up to oversee the entire operation. A shape shifted in one of the windows, but he barely paid it attention, nor to the figure emerging from a tent by the Velran shrine. No, what caught his eye was the Shaharan woman prowling upon a tall stack of crates, watching them with interest.

It was her dark skin that caught his eye, that instant familiarity and companionship one felt when recognizing another of their homeland, that he resisted so tirelessly - but her dark eyes weren’t looking at him. She suddenly grinned and leaped off the crates to reveal a small, flat figure, and landed lightly on her feet. As she bounced up, her curly afro of golden brown hair bounced with her. Then she turned to the woman leaning against the crates that Marcel had not noticed before. Also Shaharan, skin as dark as charcoal, and huge. Not as big as Sieghardt, but her biceps bulged as big as Linde’s bust, and that was saying something. She had a shaved head and a dark red bandanna covering her nose and mouth, and was staring straight ahead at the group, her dark eyes and stillness... terrifying. Absolutely chilling. But the little one wasn’t afraid. She stood up on her toes, making excitable hand gestures that the hulking woman picked up in her peripheral vision as she stared dead ahead. Marcel couldn’t tell what most of them meant, but he definitely knew what the hand on top of her head miming a fin referred to.

Meanwhile, the flushed young man Quinn had addressed finally overcame his shock at being spoken to. His grey eyes lit up with what could only be interpreted as joy and his already pink-tinted face grew a shade deeper, “O-Of course, my Lady,” he stammered, then moved forward to Linde. Quinn frowned at what he called her. “Forgive me, sir.” He peeled back the blanket just enough to see the closed wound, seemingly unaffected by her state of undress, and his brow creased with sympathy. He let out a soft sigh and stood aside as others came to take Linde from Sieghardt’s arms. Before he followed them, he looked to Quinn, brushing a lock of his straight, dark ash-blonde hair from his what seemed to be a permanently pink face. “My Lady, we need someone to come with us to answer any questions a-”

“Oh, Monsieur Carter~!”

Quinn’s head whipped up to where that insufferably relaxed voice chimed from. A man was leaning over the balcony of the room held up by scaffolding. A man of discernible age from their distance, with an eyepatch, a hat, and a curly mop of dark hair. A man who looked somewhat familiar to her, for once.

“Lady Crescalla, go with him,” she said distractedly. The unlucky noble had been caught in Quinn’s peripheral vision as she looked up at the man and was waved towards the priest. When Quinn saw the man’s wry smile, she broke out into a relieved grin, which faltered as he slowly raised up his hands and began clapping.

Oh no.

This was not good.

This could not possibly be good.

What was he -

“The Maiden of Revolution has returned!”

Quinn’s smile was completely gone in favor of looking up at the man in both shock and horror.

“... So be sure to make her feel welcome,” he finished his announcement to the entire cavern, dropping his hands down.

Silence.

Then suddenly, applause.

The Priest of Velran beamed excitedly, ducking his head down as he led Xia away with him. A tall, thin, stern-faced woman in robes gazed over from the shrine, largely unimpressed, before she turned to walk into the tent Linde was being attended to in. The small Shaharan woman clapped enthusiastically then tilted her head back and let out a whistle. From somewhere in the cavern, an animal howled in the same pitch. The wild-haired woman’s scary companion tapped her fingers against her arm once or twice, but didn’t uncross her arms for the occasion. And everyone else... well, they cheered.

Quinn was frozen.

The man on the balcony lifted a hand while maintaining eye contact with her, then turned to walk inside the room.

“Psst, Quinn,” Marcel hissed to her out of the corner of his mouth as he nudged her, “Aren’t you going to address your people?”

Quinn looked around at the crowd in a daze, her eyes not really seeing anything. “I don’t... uh...” Her eyes fixated back on the place of the balcony where the man had once stood. “I... need to go. Now.”

She began to move forward, but she didn’t make it very far when that person – the person she had told herself she could go her entire life without seeing and never be disappointed for it...

That person let himself be seen.

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Luca Amaranda


Plot Purpose: Essentially Quinn's manager

NPC Importance: High

BBCode: [#2e335b]

Character Theme: Complication



Biography

A Gweynuran conman that came to Veilbrand, seeing a chance to raise his status within a rebellion. Now, he practically runs it. That's all that will ever be known of him, past his involvement in the rebellion.


Appearance

Currently, you know him as a pale man in a trench coat of indiscernible of age, standing about 5'7'', with an eyepatch over his right eye and a hat over his shoulder-lengthed, curly dark hair. Through his hair and beneath the shadows of his hat peers a heavy-lidded, sly blue eye, and thin lips always on the edge of a wry smile.

I say that this is how you currently know him, as the next you meet him, and the next, and the next, you will find yourself unable to recognize who he is. There are some things that remain a constant: his relaxed attitude, his smile, and the way he gestures. Lazily, like he moved his hand as an afterthought.


Personality

Luca is a man that you never feel that you have the complete attention of, but with the confidence and charm of somebody you want to pay attention to you. Impossible to make laugh but always looking like he's holding back a smirk, people like Quinn have a one word summary for him: "Frustrating."

He's intelligent, sarcastic and what feels to be a bit too chilled out for his job. When Luca looks serious, you know that shit is about to go down.

He will always believe in doing missions more discreetly, especially since learning of Te’i Sai’s involvement with Egruus. He doesn’t condemn nobility and only wishes to do his job in removing Egruus from power.

In summary, Luca is your cool uncle.




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Notable relationships with/opinions on other characters

Quinn Xe' Duzelle

Ah, his Maiden of Revolution. The girl he stole away from both Moriah and the Wavecrest Shipping Company once he learned what she did to make her flee to Veilbrand. He gave the rebel a cause and groomed her to be the next Maiden of Revolution. He takes pride in her much like a father, though he'd never tell her. In truth, he's glad that it was her who became the Maiden without a mask. He perhaps takes a little too much "ownership" of her. Expect a lot of "my Maiden" and "my Quinn

Ruben Landolt

Another "kid" Luca took under his wing and feels he has responsibility for. Luca never got along with Ruben as well as he did with Quinn. Their personalities clash on a good day, and their ideologies on a worse one. Luca may rile him up on purpose and not outwardly show how deeply he cares, but he keeps a good eye on Ruben and tries to keep him out of trouble by putting a stop to his personal crusades. Ruben isn't grateful for it.

Very Important Opinions!

"How should Veilbrand be ruled?"

"Eh, let's figure that out when we get there."

"We have the Red-Eyed Demon on our side. Thoughts?"

He'd prefer to keep this information hidden from almost everybody involved in the rebellion and the public, even if Egruus already knows. But he's happy to have him on board, as long as he doesn't have to meet him.

More to come!





Other

Luca is that character that's going to pop up everywhere. Every rebel base we hang out in, every time without fail, he will be there in a different disguise. Consider him that NPC you have to talk to to save your game.

In his spare time, he's either napping or messing with people.

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Xia Jua' Crescalla


Plot Purpose: Quinn's slave The meat shield we make go first to check for traps The person that keeps getting left behind because everybody forgets about them Eventually our undoing ... Quinn's biggest fan?

NPC Importance: Mid-tier.

BBCode: [#af0090]

Character Theme: Nope. I can't chose a theme for Kumori's character. It's too much pressure!



Biography


Born and raised as a daughter of a Triveilan Noble house, Xia was a sheltered young girl who was too shy to come out from hiding behind her mother's leg when she was introduced to Ottavia Virmonte. Despite Ottavia forgetting her face in about a week, little Xia was inspired by her. From that day onward, she tried to be more like Ottavia. Elegant. Regal. Noble and proud. She practiced hard to carry herself with those qualities, and carries them still to this day. Now, she has finally reunited with the one whom she fashioned herself after... but when Xia wipes the stardust from her eyes, she may find herself questioning whether Quinn Xe' Duzelle is still the image of perfection she strove for.

(Highlight below for spoilers.)

Her brother, Hektor Crescalla, was a member of the Cre' Itian Royal Guard. Despite being eight years Xia's senior, they were still close. His death came at the hands of none other than Linde Xe' Almna.


Appearance

Xia has black hair reaching her lower back, amber brown eyes and a fair Cre'Itian complexion. She possesses a slender build with a lithe frame, more indicative of agility and flexibility rather than brute strength. Despite the katana on her hip indicating her to be battle-ready, she still wears clothes fit for nobility but forgoes anything too flashy or extravagant. Just a shorter skirt and pantyhose so she can move around easily in combat while avoiding showing off bare legs.

Personality

Xia is very proud and elegant, and formal to almost all she meets. She is sweet-natured and likes sticking to routine. When there is a deviation from that routine/a change in plan it flusters her, but she tries to keep it to herself. She's got a temper on her, most easily aggravated when Linde is nearby or (worse still) the direct cause. If anyone gets under her skin, or worse still, insults her honor or noble stature, they'd better be prepared to draw some kind of weapon to defend themselves because her katana is unsheathed and headed their way.

Beyond her anger, Xia's greatest flaw is that she's not very courageous in times of great stress. She's not going to be the first to jump in to save someone from a powerful enemy or dash towards a cliff to catch someone who just fell. But, if you managed to piss her off first, she'll be the first to toss herself into the fray.

(My own observations of her) She seems to be quite optimistic, driven and has an idolizing faith in Quinn's abilities. She also doesn't want to offend anyone and is quick to apologize - to anyone other than Linde.




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Notable relationships with/opinions on other characters

Linde Xe' Almna

Highlight for spoilers!

SHE. MURDERED. YOUR. BROTHER. GURL, HOW HAVE YOU NOT FUCKED HER SHIT UP YET?!?! I guess it's because she's the Demon's second, so she has to work with her. BUT STILL!!!! How this has not escalated past catty remarks at this point amazes me. And Linde!! What right do you have to be such a bitch to her?! Kill her brother than bother her with some petty bullshit I can forgive you for wanting to torture a child and I can forgive you giving Quinn a death threat BUT LEAVE THIS POOR GIRL ALONE!!!!

Ahem. So, Xia hates Linde. For good reason. And torturemum continues to live up to her name.


The Gang!

I'm also putting Quinn in here because I'm pretty sure you already get how much Xia slobbers over Quinn from the rest of the NPC profile - oh god. This really is a harem.

Xia is completely indifferent to Marcel's presence, which somehow hurts more than her finding him irritating. She finds Jeanne charming, albeit a bit odd. She considers Miriam to be barbaric, but not without her own charm (Miriam and charm in the same sentence unsettles me). She is intimidated by Sieg's size, though she is grateful that he is a good man at heart. Marcus' roguish background concerns her, but she can tolerate him well enough.

Promise me that by the end of the rebellion she either ends up adopting us as a second family or absolutely despising us for the shit we're gonna put her through.


Very Important Opinions!

"How should Veilbrand be ruled?"

The nature of Veilbrand's ruling after Egruus has been removed from power is of no concern to her. She just wants to do her part to help Quinn for giving her the inspiration to become a stronger person.

"You have to choose to stand by the Red-Eyed Demon or Quinn. Who do you stand with?"

She's on team Red-Eyed Demon. As much as she would hate to do so, she would turn against Quinn should the scenario arise. Her true battle lies with the Red-Eyed Demon, helping Quinn's rebellion is more something she's doing because she feels that a debt is owed to her, despite that Quinn literally did nothing but exist to deserve her loyalty.

More to come!





Other

In Xia's spare time, you may find her reading poetry and old folk stories... or, jumping across sizable gaps between rooftops. She practices running across the rooftops, attempting to mimic the Red-Eyed Demon. Leaping across platforms at great heights is the only time she demonstrates fearlessness, other than when she's too pissed off to remember that she's terrified. However... if she has to make that leap under a stressful situation, there may be some reluctance...

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Xanth and Teyren


Plot Purpose: People to hang out with that are really cool I promise

NPC Importance: Low... technically...

BBCode: [#5b0707] and Bold (Teyren), nothing for Xanth.

Character Theme(s): Xanth ... Teyren ... Xanth AND Teyren




Biography

Nothing much is known about these two, other than the fact that they are Shaharan mercenaries hanging around the rebellion because of the work that keeps getting thrown their way.

Teyren claims that she simply found Xanth four years ago while travelling the same way, and the only reason they stuck together was because Xanth was quiet. Xanth stuck with Teyren because she liked how she didn't treat her like a child, or 'other'. She was a scary, anti-social bitch to everyone. It was later as Teyren learned to read Xanth's hands that she learned how Xanth was not quiet, and Xanth discovered that Teyren wasn't a bitch to everyone.


Appearance

Teyren is a huge, bulky figure with nearly ink-black skin and dark, serious eyes. She keeps her head shaved and wears a red bandanna over her mouth and nose purely because it discourages people from talking to her, as if her appearance and terrifying aura didn't do that well enough already. As a general rule, she's always looking imposing with folded arms, and very rarely breaks out of that default position.

She has the body for heavy armor which she only forgoes for leather beneath a cloak because of full plate armor being too suspicious. In battle, you can see her wielding an impractically large two handed battle-ax with ease.

Xanth is short and flat in every way - except when it comes to her hair. That is never flattening down. A curly, bouncing mass of golden brown that stands out against her chocolate skin and adds at least four more inches to her full height, it makes her quite easy to spot in a crowd. Her hair almost distracts from the pink, nasty looking scar on her throat. A black and red dragon tattoo crawls up the right side of her torso and spreads across her chest. She wears as little armor as she can get away with, leaping around the battlefield with two thin daggers and a bow. Her wardog is never far from her side.


Personality

Teyren isn't a talker. Neither is Xanth, you say. But no. Xanth talks a lot.

Frank, shameless, excitable and mischievous Xanth talks a lot, and Teyren is her begrudging interpreter. Her awkward, anti-social interpreter of few words. As much as Teyren comes off as stand-offish, in truth, she is overwhelmingly shy and would much rather communicate through grunts and fists rather than hold a conversation with strangers... which Xanth forces her to do. She just cuts down on the word count, getting the bare minimum of what Xanth's saying out.

If anyone makes fun of Xanth's muteness, or even so much as slows down their words while talking to her, they have hell to pay. Teyren will knock their block off. Xanth likes to threaten to set Doot on anyone who offends her like so, but if they're being real assholes, she'll get a nice seat as she watches Teyren work the charm.




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Notable relationships with/opinions on other characters

Each Other

Closer than friends, and more like family. Teyren knows the story behind Xanth's scar and accepts her regardless, and Xanth knows the insecure sweetheart that Teyren really is, but doesn't tease her about her shyness despite how much fun she pokes at others.

Doot

Xanth's precious pup! Xanth communicates to Doot through whistles and has taught him many tricks, mostly for messing with other people. Doot is still intimidated by Teyren and Teyren acts like she doesn't care, but she's dying inside.

Aberdeen

Screw that racist bastard. Xanth and Teyren will always be willing to help a fellow Shaharan out when dealing with that guy, or just make his life that much harder.

Kay Dunzt

Xanth gets irritable whenever this guy approaches, thinking that he keeps trying to convert them. Teyren has a very different reaction. She empathizes with his low self-esteem but admires how he fights through it to be open and kind to others, something she just can't seem to do. She also secretly likes how he doesn't approach her with caution and has the same kind smile for her that he does for everyone else. Maybe she just kinda... like-likes him... just a little bit...

The Gang!

Xanth struck up a bond with Marcel right away, which is quite unusual for her, so Teyren has decided that she likes him. But she's just waiting for him to mess it up. Teyren loves the arena from back home, so imagine her excitement when a popular gladiator suddenly waltzed into the rebel base she was loitering around in! That's right, Teyren is the Shark fan. Xanth is just forcing her to go speak to her.

~Will be added to as they interact with the crew more~


Very Important Opinions!

"How should Veilbrand be ruled?"

Pfft, who cares? They're just here for gold.

More to come!





Other

Yes I named their dog Doot I can't help myself

I feel like Teyren secretly likes pretty shoes and dresses but could never bring herself to wear them because of her titan figure, so instead she just settles for staring at Quinn and Xia when she thinks nobody is looking

Despite not having the voice to spread it, Xanth is a huge gossip who is all up in your business and if she senses anything romantic going on then be warned she's gonna tell everybody.

As bright and cute as Xanth appears, you can't help but feel that there is something darker and almost wise behind those brown eyes...







Doot


Plot Purpose: DOG

NPC Importance: THE HIGHEST

BBCode: A color so beautiful it cannot be seen by human eyes

Character Theme: WOOF




Biography

Doot only started travelling with Xanth and Teyren about a month ago. They don't know where he came from. He just is.


Appearance

Not a Mabari.

...

(sigh) Yes, he's a Mabari.


Personality

A very good boy.



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Notable relationships with/opinions on other characters

Xanth

Best friend! Smells good! Like lots!

Teyren

Scary tree. Doesn't like being peed on. Don't like.

The Gang!

Lots of pats! Lots of love! Like lots! (Definitely is gonna pee on Sieg if he stands too still in his armor around the doggo.)

Very Important Opinions!

"How should Veilbrand be ruled?"

"Woof!"

More to come!





Other

Scared by nothing... nothing but big bugs.

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Sevaka Emon


Plot Purpose: High Priestess "Don't do that" of the Temple of Velran

NPC Importance: High

BBCode: [#ba8305]

Character Theme: Sleepy Willow



Biography


Sevaka does not speak of her history, but it is safe to assume that she was once somebody of a less reputable background who turned to religion for redemption. She looks almost sorrowful while she prays.

Appearance

Sevaka is a tall, gaunt figure wearing long white robes. She has a long face, high cheekbones and stern features, marred by a jagged scar running from her nose to the right side of her constantly pursed lips. Her salt-and-pepper hair is cut very short (think Cersei Lannister), and her narrow dark hazel eyes always look like they're silently judging you. Her slender, aged hands are clasp in front of her when she stands, upright and dignified. When she moves, she glides. Almost eerily so.

Personality

Sevaka is a no-nonsense kind of person, coming off as both cold and serious. She's your scary math teacher that waits for the class to be quiet while silently marking down the minutes. She has a mild temperament despite her resting bitch face, and is often the one to break up or contain arguments with only a few words or a look. Whenever she does argue, it's against something that goes against everything Velran stands for, and she carries her arguments with grace and care. Generally, she keeps negative opinions to herself (especially when they're of other people). If she starts shouting at you, then you dun goofed.

She is diligent and generous, everything you would expect from the representative of Velran, and has been noted on some occasions to smile. Her cold eyes light up with a flicker of passion when she preaches Velran's teachings. She strongly believes that it is her purpose to make sure Velran's teachings are not forgotten by the people under Egruus' rule.





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Notable relationships/opinions on other characters

Luca Amaranda

She has a complicated relationship with this man. He irritates her, but is too useful to throw away because of his background, and she does begrudgingly respect some aspects of him. She does wish he'd at least make himself look busy once in a while. The way Luca defends or praises Quinn makes her quite irritable, and it shows. She considers him to just be defending his bad decision, and he won't admit it.

There is a small part of her that blames him for her late pupil's passing, a part of her that she knows is being ridiculous.


Xanth and Teyren (and Doot)

She wishes they'd go back to Shaharan. They're leaches on their resources, and Sevaka has no tolerance for their Goddess. Also, the dog is a hygiene risk and keeps sneaking into the medic tents.

Quinn Xe' Duzelle

So, Quinn is the Maiden. That aloof little girl who once openly stated that she had no love for Velran, and no desire to learn it. This is the face of their revolution? A non-believer? Sevaka will keep her mouth shut, but the disdain for her is in her eyes.

Kay Dunzt

Sevaka is Kay's strict-but-fair superior. She holds some affection for the boy as his mentor, but also feels responsibility for him. She knows that his late older sister was the last Maiden of Revolution, but has not told him.

The Gang!

Has respect for Linde as a fellow woman of medicine, and respects Sieghardt as a fellow child of Velran. Everybody else is somebody she silently judges Quinn for hanging out with. If you haven't noticed yet, she's a fairly judgmental person.

Very Important Opinions!

"How should Veilbrand be ruled?"

By her and the Temple of Velran. Only those with their lives devoted to their God can truly restore the country to what it was.

"We have a Demon. Thoughts?"

*affinity with everybody goes down -1000*

But seriously, she'll force herself to tolerate, but will make an objection every time somebody makes a suggestion that involves the Red-Eyed Demon. She's going to be one hell of a thorn.

More to come!





Other

Sevaka and Luca are the only two people that knew the identity of the last Maiden of Revolution. Her name was Lara Dunzt, a priestess-turned-fighter. Quinn took up her mask and identity of the Maiden just as Mable did before her. Sevaka does not believe Quinn will ever live up to her old pupil and detests that it was Quinn who was exposed as the Maiden.

Strongly believes that after Egruus' passing, the country's name should be changed to something that isn't the name of their late tyrant. Quinn agrees.

Strikes me as the sort of person that loves chilling at a spa/fancy bathhouse, but given the current circumstances, she hasn't been able to get to one for an entire decade.

Knows dozens of natural beauty tips, such as things to put in your hair to de-frizz it and natural anti-aging face masks and whatnot. Obviously, she keeps this interest of hers to herself, but if there's ever a situation where the girls find themselves hanging with her for a day... :3c

Seems frail... but an unnervingly good shot with a flintlock rifle...







Kay Dunzt


Plot Purpose: Bishie Priestie Being a sweetheart.

NPC Importance: Low

BBCode: [#42877f]

Character Theme: Dekiru kana (Can I do it?)



Biography


Kay's parents were highly devout to Velran, and when they spoke out against the outlawing of Velran-worship, they were disposed of. Kay and his big sister Lara were taken in by priests of the temple that were in hiding. When they were old enough to devote themselves to the revolution, Mable dragged the hesitant Kade with her.

Lara was always more of a fighter than Kay, and for that reason, she ended up leaving him to join the rebellion outdoors instead of staying behind closed doors to heal the wounded. Almost a year before now, she didn't return.

Instead of being taken by grief or rushing out into the fight to avenge her, Kay remained a healer. He would be a lost cause out there. Lara always said that his biggest strength was his heart, and he was going to use it.


Appearance

A deathly pale, fragile looking young man with a slight, almost feminine build and soft features. His dark ash blonde hair comes down to just past his jaw, sometimes being yanking into a tiny ponytail that falls out almost instantly. When he's alone, he may try his luck with pigtails, that stay in and get his hair out of the way but are just embarrassing to be caught in. Speaking of embarrassment, Kay can never seem to erase the light flush across his cheeks and the tip of his nose. His eyes are large, expressive and grey.

He looks like a ghost in his white robes. An insecure, pink-faced ghost who's always looking at his feet.


Personality

Kay is overwhelmingly nice. The kind of nice that makes you want to not like him just out of spite. He has a deep empathy for everyone and everything and is most happy when he's helping someone, even if it's as small as running an errand. He's forever hopeful, polite and sees the good in others first, and does not shy away from remarking on somebody's good qualities.

He's easily flustered and startled, but sheepishly laughs it off whenever he stammers for too long or jumps out of fright. He's quite happy to be the butt of the joke. Despite being incredibly noticeable (if you shone a light on him in the dark, he'd probably glow), he still gets taken aback and clams up whenever somebody important addresses him.

He does everything in his ability to help the sickly and wounded, and does not let himself be taken by depression after every life lost under his care. He's diligent and hard-working and doesn't let the stress from his job ever get him down. Despite being gentle in nature, his rage will flare when the taking of innocent lives is involved. It's a quiet rage.

If you see Kay give up and cry, we're all screwed.




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Notable relationships/opinions on other characters

Sevaka Emon

His superior. He has the highest respect for her and enjoys her company, no matter how strict and cold she is.

Xanth and Teyren (and Doot)

Xanth has wolf-whistled him a couple times since they've been at the base, and Kay has suffered through the consequences. He is a little wary of her and her dog now. Despite Sevaka's disdain for the mercs, Kay sees no issue with them being here. On the contrary, he quite enjoys the company of one of them.

Quinn Xe' Duzelle

D-Did she just - Did the Maiden of Revolution just speak to him?! She noticed him! This is the best day of his life!!!

The Gang!

Positive opinions of all of them, but Linde especially. He thinks that she has a lot of medicinal knowledge he can learn from.

Very Important Opinions!

"How should Veilbrand be ruled?"

By the Temple of Velran. This country deserves to be taken in kind hands.

More to come!





Other

Yes. Yes, in the background of all the chaos of the rebellion arc, there is gonna be an adorably awkward little romance blooming between this little white wisp of a man and the enormous hulking shadow that is Teyren. And it shall be the most precious thing in the world.

His big sister was the old Maiden of Revolution and he has no idea. He thinks, like practically everybody else in the rebellion, that Quinn has always been the Maiden of Revolution. Which, might I add here, is why "She's younger than I expected" is a phrase that is thrown about a lot during the arc.

He doesn't have any hobbies because working is his hobby. Trying to drag him away from it and making him do something "fun" will result in a lot of flustering.

Nothing to see here. Move along, 2759023.

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Willard Aberdeen


Plot Purpose: Drugs Person to buy/trade from at the mines

NPC Importance: Low/Mid-tier

BBCode: [#91531a]

Character Theme/"the Shopping Theme": Yes.



Biography

Veilbrand born. Does business with the Wavecrest Shipping Company and Fable, currently in charge of distributing weapon supplies here but runs his own gigs on the side. The person you talk to if you're after a particular item, or if you ever want something... special.


Appearance

If I had to compare this guy to anything, it'd be a sultana. He's a squat, fairly rotund fellow with a tanned, weathered complexion and a particularly large birthmark on his neck, peeking out from his well-maintained goatee. His brown hair is slicked back to hide the fact that he's starting to bald. Beady dark eyes that only light up when money is being passed over into his hands are set beneath a heavy brow. He wears dozens of layers with a ridiculous number of pockets and pouches that he seems to navigate with ease.

Personality

You're either there to talk business with Abe, or you're not there at all.

Though his responsibilities in the resistance include fairly distributing weapon supplies, he's quite eager to charge for whatever he can. He may be lenient (and sometimes generous) when it comes to fellow children of Veilbrand, but any outsiders (*cough*Shaharans*cough*) that try to cheat him out of money and dip their hands in the rebellion's supplies better watch themselves. He's always sneakily promoting himself as somebody who can get less reputable items. Anything for some loose change.

He's a grump, has "don't trust me" written all over him and is openly greedy, with no shame in it. The only time you may ever see him gleeful is after a good deal. He considers himself a "respectable businessman" ... though, really, he's as much of one as Quinn is a respectable businesswoman.

(Despite not looking like it, he is true to his word. You can trust him to stick to his deal.)




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Notable relationships/opinions on other characters

Xanth and Teyren (and Doot)

Damn Shaharan mercs, always trying to cheat the rebels out of their supplies and him out of his money! What are these damn leeches doing here, anyway? Looking for a handout?!

The Gang!

All I know right now is that he's taken an instant dislike to Marcel because he's Shaharan, but, if the team gives him enough work (and coin), he'll warm up to us right away! He has dealt with Emile Carter before, but not enough to really remember or care that Emile and Quinn are one and the same.

Very Important Opinions!

"How should Veilbrand be ruled?"

By anybody with half a brain who can figure out how to maintain a damn functioning economy. Hell, even he could do it! In all honesty, he does like the idea of a council that's been floating about. A country run by the people, rather than by one big wig.

More to come!





Other

Yeah, his name is Willard, but call him Aberdeen.

Bit of a racist prick, really.








Earnest and Elizabeth Atwood

Plot Purpose: Guns and blades/Jeanne's minions

NPC Importance: Mid-tier

BBCode: [#ff56a2] (Elizabeth), [#c12c47] (Earnest)

Character Theme: FINALLY I GET TO USE THIS FOR SOMEONE.



Biography

Head blacksmith and gunsmith at the mines. Earnest and Elizabeth are twins. It's known that they come from a family of blacksmiths who work to supply Egruus' army, and their descent into the rebellion began with them sneaking weapons to the rebels before they decided "screw it" and just left their double-lives behind to work full-time for them.


Appearance

Liz is a tomboyish figure, despite her curves and attire at first glance. She keeps her strawberry blonde curls short and tucked behind her ears, beneath a white peasant's cap. Her puffy sleeves and frilly apron look more suited to a maid than a gunsmith, but look closer and you'll see that black wasn't the original color of her attire. Her arms and hands are littered with burns, her fingers pink from being worked raw, and gunpowder, without fail, will always be smeared across her nose. She has a several beauty spots dotting her round face, and her eyes are angular and amber in color.

Earnest is quite taller than his twin. He shares her angular amber eyes, short thick eyebrows and scattered moles, but his strawberry blonde curls are darker in color and longer, swept up into a lazy bun on top of his head. He has patchy stubble and really can't be bothered maintaining a beard. He has burns the same as Katie, but also has a scar running across the palm of his left, dominant palm. Just because he doesn't work so much with gunpowder doesn't mean he's any less filthy than his sister.


Personality

Liz is the gunsmith. She's hardworking, practical, and very good at her job. But she isn't inventive. She believes that guns are useful and a no-nonsense way of getting the job done. If Jeanne's suggestions for a new weapon sound even mildly ridiculous, she will be incredibly skeptical of it and consider it just a time-waster.

Earnest is the blacksmith. As a kid he was more of a dreamer and romanticized the skills and values of honorable warriors, while his sister would be the one to bring a slingshot to a stick fight. He shares the same work ethic as his sister, but with ambition to make something amazing rather than just "practical". He's constantly designing super-cool (and sometimes ridiculous) looking blades, which his sister just considers a waste of resources. He will be disappointed if Jeanne's new invention involves gunpowder and isn't really an "honorable" weapon, but he'll help.

The two constantly bicker about whose chosen profession is the greatest, with Liz's arguments for guns being "everybody can use them" and "this is the future", and Earnest's being "they're no weapon for a warrior" and "yeah, everybody can use them, that's why young people lack honor these days". As immature as it is, they seem to have a prank war going on, as well as a constant competition with everything.

In summary: Liz is the realist, Earnest is the hipster dreamer. But Liz is harder to convince than Earnest to help with Jeanne's inventions.




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Notable relationships/opinions on other characters

Each Other

They may bicker, but it's plain to see they love each other despite their differences. When they work together on something, they move as fluidly as a machine and barely have to openly communicate. Neither of them fulfill the 'protected younger sibling' or 'protective big sibling' role. They both are equally protective of each other, but know that they can both stand on their own.

Xanth and Teyren (and Doot)

Liz doesn't think much of them at all, but she doesn't have a tolerance for Doot disrupting her work. Earnest however loves having them around. Shaharan still holds swordplay and honor in high regard, and he wishes to find work in the country once Veilbrand is free.

Kade Dunzt

Liz and Earnest are good friends with the little priest, simply from spending time together. They're all workaholics, but a burn here or other workplace injury there has sometimes placed Liz and Earnest in Kade's tent. They were friends with his sister, too, before her passing. Earnest tries to get Kade to come out for drinks sometimes.

The Gang!

Earnest knows of Sieghardt's reputation and finds the knight admirable. He also has respect for Marcel and Miriam, purely because of their Shaharan heritage/involvement in Shaharan culture. He'd take an immediate liking to anyone who looks at his more unconventional looking blades and goes "Cool!" (So he's [i]definitely going to like Marcel.) They'd both come to respect Jeanne's resourcefulness and handiness with a hammer. They respect the Maiden as their flag to rally behind, but Earnest silently judges her flimsy umbrella blade and hates that she keeps shooting down his designs for a new, much more epic sword for the figurehead of the rebellion to use.[/i]

Very Important Opinions!

"How should Veilbrand be ruled?"

Earnest plans on leaving the country anyway, but Kade's passionate babbling about the Temple of Velran has him thinking that the temple isn't the worst decision. Liz doesn't see anything wrong with the temple, she just leans more towards the idea of a council.

More to come!





Other

Liz can make a sword, Earnest can make a gun. They just don't like to.

Liz is Elizabeth's nickname and what she'll ask people to call her. People that are closer to her call her Lizzie. Liz calls Earnest "Ernie", just because it annoys him.

Liz and Earnest are both capable at using what they create, with Liz being a good shot and Earnest a decent swordsman. If they have to, they'll take up arms, but generally just to defend.

The moment Earnest finds out Shiver is orichalcum, you can bet he's gonna do everything in his power to pinch it from Marcel - everything above just stealing it, of course. That's not honorable.







Fable

Plot Purpose: Convenience

NPC Importance: High

BBCode: ???

Character Theme: ???



Biography
If you need a weapon off your hands, or armor waiting for you at a certain location, Fable will make sure it gets there without detection.

Appearance

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Personality

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Notable relationships/opinions on other characters

Everybody

Nobody knows them. Not even those who are "in contact" with them. Perhaps somebody has seen them or knows something, but they are holding their tongue.

Very Important Opinions!

"How should Veilbrand be ruled?"

"..."

More to come!





Other

You may sometimes find tangerine peel near areas you're picking your stuff up from.

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