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Agnes Eulande

"Hello, welcome to FoxTrot!"

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a character in “Fairy Tail: Dunes of Fiore”, originally authored by Alliqua_Dark, as played by RolePlayGateway

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{"The sun shines brightest when you're at your worst, keep that in mind when you claim to hate the glow."}
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{ Main Hexcode || #F2997E \ Secondary Hexcode || #d37ef2]
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{Dark Paradise || Lana Del Rey}



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Full Name

Agnes Myrtle Eulande

Magic Name
Crimson Weaver
   
Gender
Female

Age
24  

Duration at FoxTrot
Nine years, she was there to help set up the foundations, back when it was merely an idea.



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Appearance
Being a smaller female of the species, Aggie stands at a small 5'2" and weighs in at only 96lbs. Her size by no means gives her a handicap, she is ferocious in battle. Her strawberry-blonde hair is worn in a short wavy style, sometimes pulled back out of her eyes, but usually just worn down. She has very large glassy eyes, like that of a baby, almost as if they can stare into your soul or into another world entirely. Framing these unique eyes of hers are her trademark crimson spectacles. She is blind as a bat e without them (the poor dear) but the bright red makes her easily distinguishable, well if you didn't know her already for her guild fame. Her petite figure is usually covered in baggy clothing, which makes her seem even smaller. Yet, cute all at once. Some call her the guild's angel, the innocent cuteness and kindness she has out of combat makes her seem very angelic. Those who have watched her "special" magic at work have other names for her. Like Puppeteer or Crimson.

A sweet smile usually paints her face, while other times her resting face looks lost and confused. This makes her a very unassuming person to just see walking down the street. Just an average girl, in fact most people who see her guess that she's in her early teens. (This aggravates her to no end. She always gets carded when out with friends drinking.)
   



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Personality
Loving, Honest, Skittish, Dreamy, Selfish, Jealous

Aggie is the type of girl who is very sweet and loves her friends like they were family, but they drive her crazy all at once. She is very much her own person, a bit weird and geeky but very kind. She loves to make others smile and if someone were to threaten her friends she would fight to the death to protect them. She can be shy at first but once you know her she is rather loud and strange, just like everyone else. She is easily spooked and tends to be sorta skittish, anxious, or even scared over small things. She is also rather insecure about her appearance and her powers. Her powers scare her, it's a dark type of magic that shouldn't exist, it makes her sick thinking of what she could do with it. What she has done with it.

Her sweetness and cuteness is very much who she is, she's also very easily flustered and tends to throw small tantrums from embarrassment sometimes. Although there is also a side of her that is vicious and terrifying. There is a darkness within her, a cruelty that comes from her family from the very first generation. This darkness perverts her kindness into brutality and ferocity. It causes her to enjoy causing others pain, hurting them or just shattering their emotions. When in tune with this side of her she becomes very aggressive and bold. It makes her think awful things and it scares her to death. This evil is in her families blood, it's in all of them but she was afflicted with the gift, the gift that made it a million times worse. Which is why she prefers going out alone, only her immediate partner has ever seen the evils within her, and sometimes they can't handle it. It's as if there's two people within her, one is a kind, shy girl who hates violence. . . The other is a monster.



Town Reputation:
Very good.
It seems that just about everyone likes Aggie just fine. She is particularly liked by shop keepers, elderly, and children.






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Magic

Magic Type
Caster

Specialization
Varied


Description:
Aggie can cut herself and manipulate her blood around. Her power is best used through physical combat, She is able to channel her blood and use it defensively or offensively. Her powers are very strong however, they are very taxing on her. Because the more she fights the more blood she uses. Which is why some people close to her demanded that she stop fighting, but she just couldn't leave her guild like that. Her power doesn't have any areas where it's stronger or weaker, it's all internal. However to achieve it's total potential she has to recite a short mantra.
"Mother, lend me your grace to defend those I love."
Her powers work without this, this mantra just increases her endurance and the amount of time she can use her abilities. In this mode it also allows her to control blood in the bodies of others. This certain method of her magic is very dangerous because when like this she can't feel pain, leaving her completely vulnerable to serious injury

Spell List
Crimson blade|| Creates a blade that extends from a cut in her fore arm, allowing her to use a sword as hard as steel and as sharp as razors. This takes a lot of blood to do.

Bloody hell|| She fires multiple bloody spikes into the air and rains them down on her opponent in a hard volley of large pikes. This is an area effect and she cannot control where it lands once she uses it. She can only place it in a general direction.

Red shield|| She can use her blood to create a small shield made of blood or a small dome around her and maybe one other person. This takes the most blood to use.




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History
The Eulande family is an old family with deep roots in magic on the feminine side. Every tenth daughter born is gifted with the power from the Matriarch, the very first woman in the genealogy. They become Blood Weavers. It all began when the Matriarch was cursed by a dark wizard, ever since this dark evil has lingered in the blood line.

Then the curse ran cold for generations, they thought maybe it was over. Then on a cold day in September Agnes was born. Her mother could sense the darkness within her and was instantly afflicted with a deep depression over the darkness within her baby girl. They raised her very careful to make sure she had enough goodness to counterbalance the darkness. Even though Agnes never had a father that she knew, her big brother and her mother were all the family she could've ever wanted. They were supportive and loving, honest and they always cared deeply for her. They were broken but whole all at once. When Agnes turned fourteen she discovered her affinity for Weaving. It scared her and she didn't dare tell her mother, so she deemed herself a monster and ran away from home. She discovered a town called Ivalice. There she met this spunky individual who whisked her out of her darkness and gave her a purpose.

"Hey, I saw you beat up those thugs who were threatening that old man. That was super cool of you. . . Your magic is so creepy! I love it. But, hey, why don't you use it to help people all the time. Help me forma guild to give purpose to lost wizards and withes won't ya? C'mon it'll be fun!"

When she was Sixteen she formed the FoxTrot guild with this person, and a handful of others. They were happy and they had the time of their lives running it. But now that person is gone and it's up to Aggie and the others to keep it together and more and more people are joining every day. She often wishes the Guildmaster was back, but she knows she owes them and the guild her very life. As such she won't let anything happen to it. No matter what.


Family

Mother||Heather Eulande
Big brother||Albert-James Eulande





Partnership:-*Veterans-Include your first impressions of your partner. If a Veteran/Veteran pair are there any quirks that drive you up the wall about your partner? How long have you been partners etc. For Newcomers*-Describe your ideal partner and the character you wish to partner with. This may or may not be taken into consideration.


Will be updated after character list is FINALIZED.[/font]





Face Claim:
Mirai Kuriyama||Beyond the Boundary



Character List Info: Agnes Eulande/ 24/ Magic Name / Alliqia_Dark
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So begins...

Agnes Eulande's Story

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Character Portrait: Agnes Eulande Character Portrait: Seraphiel Carrington Character Portrait: Rane Ollum Character Portrait: Onyx Kalon Character Portrait: Rikukazin Naba Character Portrait: Iris Fenil
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Iris Fenil



It was a day like any other in the small town of Ivalice. The sun was scorching, and the sand even more so. Merchants called out their wares and mother attempted to wrangle children into the house to complete chores that had yet to be done. While children did their best outwit their parental units. Yet, around high noon their was something different about this humble place as the air seemed to buzz with excitement. Food merchants and trinket sellers moved their carts to the open town square, forming up around it as crowds of people began milling around, large grins on their faces. You see, today was the first tourney put on by the town given that there actually was a reason for celebrating. Rumors had been floating around that the Guild Foxtrot would be revealing the new members of the Guild to the public eye officially today. Just the name Foxtrot turned some competitors into enemies wanting to settle old grudges against certain members. For you see, the Guild isn't exactly welcomed by all given it's reputation for harboring once-time criminals, thieves and a certain button pushing merchant.

A two plumes of smoke spooked a few tourists as a large cart made it's way down the street bearing shimmering orbs, wooden staffs and even a wand that seemed to bloom flowers on command. Said cart was being pulled by two vicious-looking pack animals known as Camu. The bird-like creatures merely let out a small whistling call as people stumbled out of the way, one in a white feathery down and the other ebony. Clawed hoofs gleamed the ground as the cart finally came to a stop in front of the vast fountain of the town square. Two figures stepped down from the cart as bickering began between "Honestly, I am fine Iris. Don't try to be a big sister. Remember, I am older than you regardless of what you say.". A female voice responded in a shrill reply "It was only by six minutes! Honestly Ivan, you act like I nag you to death daily. I am just saying you really should have just let my piece do the work".

The taller man merely patted the shorter female head before smirking "Well, I haven't died yet. But please continue the nagging and remember that I would like desert lilies on my grave. Now move out of the way so I can set up. No, you can't help. Don't give me that look I saw you eyeing the protective bagel earlier." With a wave of a pale hand dismissing the younger of the duo who merely responded to the insulting comments with a rude gesture. A faint twinkle came from her hand as another plume of ebony smoke drifted around the ebony camu and once it cleared, the beast was gone. This was the magic known as Chessmaster magic, and it was Iris's hope to find suitable treasures to finish off the crown jewel of her chess set..a King piece. Shaking her head of her goal as she observed the set-up of the square. It was an exciting event to say the least, hopefully her new guildmates wouldn't cause too much destructive damage. Stretching her arms above her head as her crimson eyes caught a few puzzled expressions at her attire. So wearing a coat wasn't exactly normal in a desert environment, then again most mages weren't exactly considered 'normal' by the non-combative society. A faint grin appeared on her face as she recalled the flamboyant traveling outfit the Master had chosen since departing on his trip around four months ago.


Said grin faded as a small amount of irritation came from his departure the declaration that there would be no solo work on missions, partners would have to be chosen. Her partner wasn't the worst possible choice in the world, but their ideals did come to a clash on the occasion as the man had to need to repent for his past actions like a Camu needed water after a long trek. That along with his insistence that his membership at the Guild be kept a secret from the public. Apparently people aren't as easy to persuade that the former bandit did truly turn over a new leaf. She and Riku were not exactly bosom buddies, but didn't loathe the sight of one another. Acquaintances would be a suitable name for their relationship.

Flexing her hands as a smirk slid back on her face, the tourney wasn't a team-based event. So any tension between partners could easily be fix in a quick brawl in public without the fines of creating a disturbance, disturbing the peace and the eventual property damage. The silver bangles of her wrist jingled merrily as her hand came to rest on the spot that beared the Guild's insignia of a grinning fox's face. It paid to be in a guild as job offers were seen as better pay than solo work as a mercenary, treasure hunter etc.

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Character Portrait: Agnes Eulande Character Portrait: Seraphiel Carrington Character Portrait: Rane Ollum Character Portrait: Onyx Kalon Character Portrait: Rikukazin Naba Character Portrait: Iris Fenil
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A few moments later…

Onyx peered down at the girl with disgruntled eyes narrowed at her with immeasurable precision. He had his arm tightly crossed and began to tap the ground with his foot, meanwhile his partner’s tail wagged at a slow rate, a sign that she was preparing for the lecture to come. ”Alright Liz… Do you mind going over the rules we emplaced five years ago?” After wracking through what seemed to be a head only filled with air, the girl suddenly perked up and began to wave her hand eagerly. ”Yes! Rule One, no sneaking into Onyx’s bed! Rule Two, do bathing with Onyx! Rule Three, no intruding upon Onyx while he’s relieving himself!”

”Then don’t disregard the rules if you know them.” Although it was uttered in a low-key tone, in Onyx’s respect, Liz considered it his way of shouting, to which she flailed her arms and rolled over to the farther side of the bed in retreat. The boy only sighed and shook his head in grief. ”Seriously, my heart can’t take it. Anyways… I’ll get the ingredients ready.” Their room was practically a large enclave, split up into smaller sections with their own specific uses, excluding the bathroom which was sectioned off by the only other door. Onyx sluggishly paced his way over to the kitchen counter and began the process of sifting through unorganized shelves for random cooking supplies. After ascertaining an assortment of ingredients, he diverted his attention to accessing the proper silverware. Onyx had eased his fingers around a drawer’s knob when his partner suddenly spoke up.

”It looks nice outside, doesn’t it?” He froze on the spot. The ebullient voice which was just yelping about was replaced by a nonchalant tone. The summoner slowly turned to gaze upon the comrade resting on her knees, her back to the boy as she gazed out the sole window. Rather than the usual dual-delineations of black, her hair was of a fluorescent pink, an almost blinding hue. Onyx could barely make out a sliver of the mask covering her face, ”Oh, it’s you Gamma. In all honesty, it’s the same view everyday. Nothing noteworthy about it.” The girl made a light chuckle before continuing on. ”How long have we been here? Two months. We would usually be moving on for the next town by now. But from the looks of it, you do not have any intent to depart from Ivalice any time soon. I wonder what has you so anchored to this town?”

The way she spoke was refined, with each word meticulously chosen, but there was always that tinge of lingering melancholy in Gamma’s voice. Onyx knew why she was so apologetic, but attempts he’s made to reassure her have failed. She was definitely the most puzzling of the three personalities. ”I wonder too… Not even I can muster a valid reason. I want to say it’s because of that guild, but it wouldn’t sadden me in the slightest if I suddenly dropped out.” The firm statement was nothing but the truth, FoxTrot was just something to do to Onyx. At least, that’s how he felt at the moment. The girl sighed and began turning her face towards him. Upon her rotations, the locks of pink transitioned into longer conglomerations of black. Liz’s stared directly into Onyx’s eyes, greeting him with an endearing smile, backed up by the glistening light shining through the window.

”Eeeeeeeeh? Was that Gamma just now? She should stop by more often.” The girl made a haphazard giggle to which Onyx only shook his head yet again. He turned around and lifted the lid of the coffee bean jar. His heart sank into his stomach at the dwindling reserves. The guy nearly dropped dead on the spot but managed to remain attached to the living world. ”Liz…”

”Yeah?” The familiar responded with a tilted head. Onyx suddenly spun around to face her and balled up his fist.

”We have to cook!”

”Don’t say that with such certainty!” She yelped and began to flail her arms at his abrupt declaration. ”And you don’t even cook coffee! Leave it to Will!” As soon as she mentioned their companion, they both began to look around the room for the little creature.

”Wil-?” Onyx was caught off mid-sentence as a flash of orange flew out of a cabinet and into his face, completely encompassing his vision. He held back thoughts of pumpkin stew and plucked the being right off. A pumpkin head, supported by an invisible body enveloped by a cape, and a pair of white gloves connected by nonexistent appendages, that was Will. It began to frivolously wave its hands in apology and wizzed off towards the arrangement of ingredients. ”Say, Liz. How about we grab some groceries before today’s tourney. You know how Beta is when she’s not fighting on a full stomach.” Liz grinned and leaped off the bed, accepting the proposal with alacrity. ”But before that… Put some proper clothes on. Now.”





Liz jumped out of the shop’s door, parading about with the bag of chock full of coffee beans in hand. ”Drop it and you pay for a second one.” Stated Onyx who followed behind, slumped over as if he was sleep-walking. The constant yawns that left his lips would be able to support such a claim. His familiar whimpered and settled down from her procession. ”That should be almost everything on the list. Just another shop or two…” He looked down at the bag clenched in her hand and reluctantly held out his own. ”Girls shouldn’t have to carry around wares when a guy is present.” Liz tilted her head at her partner, then noticed what he meant. She gave the boy a warm smile and guided the bag’s plastic straps onto his arm. ”Your mother taught you a few courtesies, I see. Kinda nostalgic, right?” Onyx clicked his tongue at the girl’s reminiscing. ”Tch. Nothing nostalgic about those memories. The woman could’ve chosen any of our butlers to accompany her, yet she’d always drag me from practicing to carry her stuff. Worst part about it, pricings didn’t derail her at all. She definitely exercised her position in the higher echelons.” A chill ran down his back just thinking about the woman. He tugged on his scarf and motioned for Liz to follow.

”We’ll drop all of this off and then head out for the tourney after a meal. I feel sorry for Will, having to make breakfast with that sub-par supply of leftovers.” As the two strolled through the streets, merchants sold their wares and other pedestrians rushed to their jobs. All passerbys noted the insignias residing on their chests, a smiling fox which was superfluously intimidating. It’s as if the guildmaster wanted all members to get into brawls. ”Hey, today’s the first time we get to personally meet our partner? I wonder what she’s like. I hope she has a few spare plushies~.” Onyx would be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly interested in Seraphiel’s aptitude in combat. He only caught a few glimpses of her during the past two weeks, and made no attempt to reach out to her.

”I just wonder how Beta’ll react towards her. Hope Sera doesn’t mind cursing.” Liz suddenly linked arms with Onyx and began to yank him in a completely different direction. ”Cafeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

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Character Portrait: Agnes Eulande Character Portrait: Seraphiel Carrington Character Portrait: Rane Ollum Character Portrait: Onyx Kalon Character Portrait: Rikukazin Naba Character Portrait: Iris Fenil
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It had begun very early that morning for Agnes. She woke up with a yawn and as she stretched slightly a soft noise escaped her that almost sounded feline. Her fingers fumbled around the white lacquered bedside table, her body still buried under the puffy comforter and quilt, looking for her glasses. It didn't take her that long to find the large crimson frames and she slipped them on as a wave of familiarity washed over her. Like when you leave home for a long time and when you finally come back, all the memories and smells come flooding back. It was like that every morning with Aggie and her glasses, which she lovingly refers to as Reddie.

Swinging her legs off the warmth of her bed and onto the dark, cold, wooden flooring was always a bit hard. At least it woke her up. Shuffling over to her closet she opened the door and inside everything was labeled neatly and perfectly in their places. A soft smile of contentment turned at the corners of her mouth. Just how she liked things. She glanced over to the door of the closet, there was a mirror and all around the edges of it were sticky notes for upcoming "To-Dos" for the day. She sighed as she read over a few. "Make sure Maxy eats his breakfast. NO BOOZE BEFORE NOON." She skimmed a few others and noted that she needed to go sketching to earn some money. Maxy said he's out of spending money again. Her bronze eyes drifted to another one. "Don't let Iris get in too much trouble with her treasure hunting. Remember the incident with the merchants caravan." Aggie shuddered remembering that escapade. Poor Iris gets so excited sometimes. Then it gets them in trouble.

One more note caught her eye in particular. Mainly because the words on it had slipped her mind. "Remember! The Tourney is today!" Aggie stood, her baggy, soft pink, sweater half on. Her eyes fixed on the note taking it all in. As if it took her a moment to register. Suddenly Aggie cried out in distress and placed her hands on her head.

"Craaaap was that today? Max might hurt himself! He always, ALWAYS forgets to stretch first! I gotta go warn him!"

Aggie threw the sweater all the way on over her black leggings and white combat boots as she ran out the door frantic. As she made her way down the bustling main street Aggie looked around, her face bearing a worried expression. A few of her friends amongst the elderly asked her if she was alright. She'd only respond with a smile and a question about the whereabouts of her red-haired counterpart. None knew of where the crimson wanderer was however, to Aggie's chagrin. Had she lost him. . . Again?

As she made her way down the street the noise was rather overwhelming. A few meters ahead she saw the Guild. She had her own quarters there as well, but it just wasn't as cozy as her house. In front was the sectioned off spot for the tourney. She saw a few others starting to gather there. Sighing in defeat over finding Max in this mess, she had really hoped to find him because her anxieties were acting up again, she made her way over to wait. She knew very well that geezer would rear his most likely drunk head here eventually.

Boy would he be in for it when he did too.

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Red? Blue? Or perhaps purple.... Ah, to heck with it! It doesn't matter.

A hand reached up to his raven hair, rubbing the sore and bruised spot forming on his head. Green paint slipped between strands of his hair, between his fingers, down the back of his neck and the side of his face. He could almost swear it was blood if it wasn't luke warm. Well, that's was nothing new. At least he didn't need to go to a sick bay or anything this time.

As usual, Rikukazin had walked up to a stranger to offer his help. It was a pleasant enough looking elderly man, struggling with a ladder and a paint can out by the side of his house. He was clearly trying to paint the side of his house, so Rikukazin had walked up to him and openly offered his assistance. The man nearly fell over, clutching at his chest as he threw the paint can as hard as his pencil thin arms could throw. Surprisingly, that old man could pack a punch and the can hit Rikukazin square on the top of his head, knocking him down on his ass. He was presently getting an earful about how he wasn't going to be able to sneak up on him and slit his throat and how pathetic he was for making a man waste a perfectly good can of paint. The blue eyed young man listened patiently to the elder, standing up slowly as to not alarm him once again. Once the man's spiel was over, Riku bowed deeply and apologized, earning nothing more than a scoff, a curse, and more bitter words. The old man retreated back into his house, finally letting Rikukazin be.

He let out a long sigh, rubbing his sore head once more while bending at the waist in an exaggerated manner.

"Bloody codger.... Have mercy on a wretched soul would you?"

Nearly completely covered in paint, he needed a change of clothes, not to mention something to cover his face. Today was the 'all important tourney'. Rikukazin wasn't too eager to join in, having nothing really to gain from it. Though he may earn a decent reputation from it, hopefully enough to bring in more work for Foxtrot, but if he went as is not only would his cover be blown, he'd make Foxtrot's reputation plummet through the mud. Another factor was the woman whom is his partner. She wanted tourney money, so he felt obliged to join in. He wasn't going to win for her, not in the least, but she was greatly in debt and he wanted to help the people she owed.

Image The young man didn't take long to clean up and cover up the majority of his face, keeping a wrap around his neck as a habit more so than anything. He was beside the others gathering at the event, standing proudly beside the other guild members. This was the first time he's ever done that, and truth be told it felt very weird to him.

He wouldn't be surprised if some of the older members could recognize him, but it was obviously apparent that the newcomers had no idea who he was, looking at him questioningly. He didn't mind the stares though, at least they weren't judging him all that badly anymore. He rubbed the tender spot on his head, looking around a bit boredly. His mask was kind of stuffy...

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Character Portrait: Agnes Eulande Character Portrait: Seraphiel Carrington Character Portrait: Rane Ollum Character Portrait: Namid Kachina Character Portrait: Onyx Kalon Character Portrait: Rikukazin Naba
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"Would you like some water and a room to stay in, traveler?" A man asked, noticing the cloaked figure wandering the streets aimlessly, wondering if this person was indeed a foreigner. The way the stranger put themselves out there sure made it seem like it. His or her garb was marked with unfamiliar signs and even stranger pieces of jewelry peeked out of the cloth. And despite the figures small frame, a monstrously large pack was strapped to their back, and he could only guess that whoever it was, traveled from far away (and was freakishly strong). "You must be tired from what seems like a long journey.. here for the tourney perhaps?" He continued, hoping to strike up a small conversation out of the silent visitor.

However, the response he received was only silence, as if the person didnt hear him. He blinked, about to say something to catch their attention only to tense- startled by a surprisingly soft voice. "No thank you.." The figure pulled down the hood, allowing shockingly red hair to come tumbling out. If he didnt think of her as a traveler before he certainly did now for such crimson colored hair was rare in these parts, he could only imagine where she came from. "Oh a fanalis?" This certainly caught the girls attention, "Yes, you know of them?" The man only laughed, "Of course, it may not seem like it but I traveled quite a bit in my golden days..." He lingered off, remembering the power the clan oh so prided themselves in, "They are indeed fearsome people, their strength, speed, and hunting prowess so well known and revered.. so Im sure you're amazingly strong." He smiled nicely, "So Im assuming youre indeed here for the tourney... sadly I heard its only for the guild of Foxtrot-"

She suddenly cut in, "But I am of Fox trot," She blinked her bright red eyes, rather confused, "and Im not really a traveler, I just.. like to move a lot." She admitted (her fanalis blood craves to keep her in motion), "Ive actually been here for... 4 months now."

The inn keeper flushed embarrassingly, "Oh im sorry I didnt know.." She quickly dismissed it, not too bothered... Namid did find herself out and about, but until recently, she was designated a partner- nice man, so she had to eventually stop this nomadic behavior of hers. "Well, Im sure you need to get going to the tourney, its not too far from here.." He pointed out the way, "Good luck Miss!"

Namid smiled a surprisingly bright smile, before dashing off at break neck speeds- she had to get there before the first round. If she remembered clearly Rane was looking forward to it, and she had to admit it, she too wanted to see Onyx and Seraphiel do their thing, mainly because she wanted to be of the same caliber one day.

Shaking her head to clear it of any wandering and wishful thoughts, she found herself standing in the middle of the square... It was then that Rane decided to step out of the guild, and she could only wave, smiling a bit. "Rane." Namid called out, her voice not as soft as before but lingering with guilt, "Sorry If im late.. but I got her as quick as I could." She pictured herself causing a sandstorm as she raced across the desert, surely she could have been faster... since she didnt want to disappoint her partner. If she had to be honest, Namid had a huge amount of respect for Rane.. She found herself fortunate enough to even be partners with him, for he was strong and kind.. and she? Well, Namid always fears that she would drag him behind, so she would compensate her weakness by being there for him (and she hopes that was enough) until she got stronger, "Hopefully I didnt miss Onyx and Seraphiel's round.."

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Character Portrait: Agnes Eulande Character Portrait: Seraphiel Carrington Character Portrait: Rane Ollum Character Portrait: Namid Kachina Character Portrait: Onyx Kalon Character Portrait: Rikukazin Naba
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Tension filled the air as attendees held their breath as a large rope in the middle of the town square lit up with fire. Like the ticking of a bomb after five seconds the singular rope dissolved into a single gust of wind as a multitude of smaller ropes sprang from the air. Each thickly twined fiber latched onto nearby buildings as nearby assistants threw large fabric tarps over the make-shift tent, then simple lines were drawn into the sand forming three sparring rings. Or at least the lines appeared to be simple enough, but if one looked closer small runes could be seen. Said runes were able to dispel any wayward magic and act as boundary lines for sparring opponents, the effect of getting slammed into the barrier was unknown although it wouldn't be a fun experience.

As on-lookers were drawn away from the display as a raspy voice echoed throughout the square "Ladies and Gentlemen, if you would please avoid contract with the areas before you as only those competing in this tourney will be allowed to enter unharmed. Do note that any forms of cheating is highly discouraged as is gam---". Static filled the air as the elder's words were cut off as a shrill yelping overtook it "Place your bets here! You there, sir care to place a bet on the might of Foxtrot! Yes you! Now don't worry this cutie won't bite just whisper your bet in it's ear!". A dog-sized crimson fox gave the gambler a large grin before giving a single wag of it's tail as a crimson paper floated up from it. Said paper was snatched from the air by an overexcited Ivan as Berry signs seemed to appear in his eyes as a set of numbers was written on a large board behind his merchant stand. A single hiss of disapproval came from a mortified Iris as a few select chuckles came from her twins antics followed by birth of numerous crimson tickets. So bets were being placed and there were a few select numbers that could change her luck.


Crimson eyes scowled at the smirk on Ivan's face as his own bet was placed as Iris hissed out [color=#a59818 ]"Wait! You are betting against me too! I am your sister. Where is the moral support!"[/color]. Ivan merely chuckled and patted his furious sister's head like a master would a pet "Now, baby sister, don't act so put out. My bet was that you wouldn't win the tourney..not that you would get your ass kicked in the first round." Unable to find the energy for a retort, an aggravated Iris merely huffed away from the booth and nearly ran into a semi-conspicuous Riku still wearing a scarf around his neck like a security blanket as Iris stretched out her arms before teasing lightly "So is today the day you get rid of the security blanket? I mean, come on Riku the fact that the town is allowing us to be involved in the tourney says something".

The sound of familiar protest and laughter made her blood pressure spike once again as an elderly man dressed in a flowing white tunic with a small clasp of metal around his throat was waving a large fan at her twin who was merely shrugging his shoulders. Said elder was Mayor Renly, a pure and simple man in the public eye, but with a fondness for precious gems and praise like any normal man. There was little love between the button-pushing Ivan refusing to discount even for the mayor, much to the leader's chagrin. So when the twin openly defied the mayor's request for it to be a gambling free affair..without consulting him for personal affairs..things tended to get heated.


Eventually after being dragged away by well-meaning associates, a fatigued Renly merely coughed a few times before waving a bright purple flag signaling the officials to start the matches. It would be quite some time before any matches came Iris's way as before curiously asking "So are you going to compete as a guild member under the eye of the public bearing your Guild's mark with pride? I am sure everyone would appreciate it."

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Character Portrait: Agnes Eulande Character Portrait: Seraphiel Carrington Character Portrait: Rane Ollum Character Portrait: Namid Kachina Character Portrait: Onyx Kalon Character Portrait: Rikukazin Naba
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”Yummy~!” Liz giggled while inhaling a cake chock-full of sugar. As if that girl needed even more energy, she’ll probably end up crashing later on. Onyx narrowed his eyes at the girl sitting across from him before reclining in his chair. He shut his lids and diverted all attention to the sense of taste, taking a reserved sip of the bitter beverage.

”Tch. Will’s brew is ten times better.” He mumbled under his breath as he placed the cup back on its serving plate. The summoner glanced to his sides, noting the surprising amount of customer flow within the establishment. Most of the people had the same expression as Liz plastered onto their face; overflowing delight. Chances are, most of them never had a single morsel of what was known as a sweet delicacy, and after factoring in their rarity and pricing, it was no surprise why. But it seemed that his companion had no idea how blessed she was, as rather than praising every little bite, she had already consumed the entire cake and rang the bell for another. Onyx sighed as she energetically machine-gunned out another order at the waiter. After the employee walked off, Liz began to swing her legs under the table, kicking the boy in the process. ”I didn’t even know a place like this existed in Ivalice. You’d find a whole lot of these in the capital, but in a satellite town such as this, they should be nonexistent.” The girl was without a doubt captivated by the aesthetics of the cafe. The walls were of a finely smoothened sandstone, complemented by flooring laid out with extravagant tiles and carpeting. Not a single grain of sand from the outside found its way through the front door, as if the traction from the customer’s footwear was instantaneously cleaned up. Onyx didn’t show the same level of admiration and merely shrugged at the girl’s claim.

”It’s really simple when you think about it. They probably erected this place overnight. The owners of this establishment have a contract with sand spirits.” He too had an agreement with the spirits which encompassed the sandy dunes of the territory, but not on this level. Liz’s mouth was left agape at what her partner said, she then tilted her head, waiting for Onyx to explain in more detail. The boy stared at her for a few moments before giving in to her silent demand, ”They had the spirits raise sandstone deposits from below with a few certain cantations. My guess is, is that they had a few highly skilled summoners within the staff to offer up an equitable appeasement for the feat. They then had the tiling and ingredients moved in via caravan, and also have the stables for their livestock in a nearby town which is close to an oasis. Although the required ingredients are scarce, they still turn a profit after looking at their margins, knowing that people would get hooked on this stuff after having a single bite. It’s a shop where they price by priority, knowing that their customers indefinitely want what they’re selling.”

Onyx relaxed his shoulder and took another sip of his beverage. Liz let out a surprised ”Ooooooooh” and clapped at her partner’s analysis. ”As expected of the heir to the Kalon enterprise~!” The summoner simply nodded at the compliment and drank the last of his coffee. When the waiter arrived with the cake, he nonchalantly ordered another and began to gather enough coins for the bill. ”On another note, what do you think of the other summoners? Kinda funny how all of the newer members have that ability, yeah?” Onyx was slightly caught off guard by his summon’s power of observation. He hadn’t given it much thought, but it was quite the coincidence indeed. All of them were temporal summoners, whilst he was the only perpetual one. ”Well, I don’t know much about Seraphiel, I just read that she can summon the undead and also wields a versatile weapon. Rane’s seems kinda… dangerous. But that’s the case with summons who take control of their summoner’s body. He’s undoubtedly the most powerful out of the three, since he divvies up his entire soul to whatever he hails. But if he peeves off one of them while they’re behind the reins, he might be in for a tough time.”

He paused to take another sip of his drink, then eyed the cake Liz was slowly honing in on. He quickly grabbed his fork and cut out a slice for himself, allowing himself to enjoy the rich and creamy flavor. ”Waaaaaaah! Sadist! Thief!”

”Oi. No complaints. I’m the one paying for it, after all. Anyways, lastly, Namid. She’s already quite the adversary even without a summon, but her familiars are a bit incomplete. She faces the restrictions of magic supply, as all summoners do. Nobody is exempted from that principle. They’re all interesting in their own ways, I guess. Meanwhile we’re stuck with Beta, who only knows how to speak with curses and her fists.” A chill ran down his spine at the mention of that persona of Kerberos. The two were surprisingly friendly with one another, it’s just that she sometimes acts too recklessly and gets herself into risky situations. The waiter walked by and showed Onyx the check. He gave the parchment a once-over and placed a mixture of gold and silver coinage in the man’s palm. Liz and Onyx pushed themselves from the table in unison and bid the waiter farewell. ”Well, let’s drop off our groceries at the apartment and pick up Will, then continue on to the tourney. I’m sure Beta’s edging for a fight.”






”Is that alright? Sure you’re okay?” Onyx asked while fastening the button on the girl’s shirt. She gave him an affirming nod and flicked the insignia just to confirm. The boy sighed and rose from where he knelt, then patted off the sand stuck to his knees. Just a few moments prior, a thief was fleeing from a stall with merchandise in hand. With Liz in his path, he unknowingly bumped into the ambivalent girl, but soon fell flat on his face after tripping over Onyx’s leg, which he claimed to have accidentally held out. Will peeked its head over the boy’s shoulder briefly before retreating back into refuge. Thievery wasn’t a rare occurrence, especially in such a backwoo- interesting town. After being raised with a silver spoon in his mouth, adapting to a more nomadic and free way of living, but also advantageously accepting the risks entailed. He ran a hand through his hair and let a sigh pass through his lips. With a quick motion, the trio continued on with their trek to their destination, the very place where the tourney and arena resided.

Either way, it was an ordinary through the bustling ‘streets’ of Ivalice, one of the many melting pots of the outer districts. A place where the law’s grasp wavered, but was still evident enough to enforce some of its policies. Thus, places like this reached a perfect equilibrium between freedom and restraint. It was places like this Onyx could sink into a life of respite, one without any economic worries or drastic changes in the repetitive routine. Wake up, dress, scrutinize Liz a few times, eat breakfast, et cetera, et cetera.

It wasn’t soon before Onyx found himself at the aforementioned location, already a few of his fellow guildmates were present. Surprisingly enough, it was the newcomers that were there on time. He could spot a certain clump of strawberry-blonde cresting the crowd once in a while, but surely the older members weren’t as pepped up as the newbies. In addition, a pair of mischievous velvet irises and yet another scarf-wearer also arrived. Liz raised Onyx’s arm and bolted from under it, stopping on a dime in front of Rane and Namid. ”Morning guys! Our round hasn’t started just yet, but I hope you get a good seat! I’ll definitely be doing twice the rooting when you two are up! Yaaaaaay!” Too. Damn. Loud. Before the girl began lose herself in a loop of energetic jumping, Onyx flicked the girl’s forehead when he finally made his way over. ”Morning Rane. Morning Sugar Boops.” The summoner put on a not-so ecstatic form of greeting, barely making a legitimate wave before letting his hand drop to his side. He still presented to his comrades the iconic blank expression everybody who met Onyx received. That lackadaisical face of nonchalance.

”Actually… Things seem to be picking up now.” Just like out of thin air, bursts of fire ascended from the ground, lining the entire town square. He held onto his scarf as he subconsciously shifted into a defensive posture, keeping his figure close to Liz and Will. The boy glanced at the waves of people which had suddenly come into fruition, ”Rane, Sugar Boops. Let’s fade into the crowd for now and wait our turns. I’ll look around for Seraphiel before our round kicks off, but the two of you remember to stick close.” He pointed the finger sporting the ring of Kerberos at the insignia buttoned to his apparel, ”Wear it with that thing people call ‘pride.’ Good luck to you both.” Sure, it may have not been motivating in the slightest, but it was all the reticent boy could meager. Onyx led his summons out of the the open and found themselves a roomy pocket without the stands.