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[spoiler=Virgo ♍]

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"L-Let's all get along now, okay?"

Name: Violet Fairspring

Epithet(s): Stiff, Zombie (Derogatory nicknames from the D.N.I.)

Age and Birthday: 24 (9 Thawing)

Sex and Orientation: Female (Mostly Heterosexual)

[spoiler=Appearance]Picture: http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=52499598

Violet's appearance is almost exactly as seen in the picture; she looks very young for her age even though she doesn't exactly look healthy. Pallid skin made paler by contrast with her midnight hair, Violet has a sickly complexion that makes her embarrassment easy to spot when she is flushed. Due to undernourishment as a child, she has actually has a frail build despite her military training. Her grey eyes are large and bright, but their effect is lost with their perpetual bags and anxious expression. All of this combined with the unruly nature of her hair and the stiff way she walks, it is not difficult to see how Violet earned the nickname of "Zombie" at the Dunhaven Naval Institute.

 

Although she was provided with sufficient money for new clothing, Violet usually wears her school uniform which still fits her perfectly since she has stayed the same 157 cm (5'2") since she was 16. It is an elaborate piece of dress in style of a suit, as seen in the picture, with small cape and a silver alloy shoulder guard in representation of the protection of the Church. Her ear adornments are also silver and representative of her faith.

[spoiler=Personality]Not a particularly complicated character, Violet is an awkward girl driven by two main desires in her life: to find security and comfort, and to chase her passions in engineering and science.

 

Violet's greatest wish would be for security and stability. She may come off as a scared small animal to others, always insecure in public and likely to stay holed up in her room whenever possible. If she speaks, it is usually regarding strictly professional matters. Yet despite her anxiety and social ineptitude, there are times when Violet works up the courage to speak up and try to hold a conversation with others. These attempts usually end in failure, as she usually ends up freezing up and even beating a swift retreat when she doesn't know how to continue, but once she has recovered from her embarrassment, she usually begins building up the courage to try again. If there is anyone she manages to talk comfortably with, she becomes hopelessly attached, even if she isn't one to show her emotions if possible. Some day, she hopes to be able to overcome her difficulties and find that she can fit in comfortably with other people.

 

As Violet clings to any sort of stability, she is very particular about rules and protocols; she doesn't cut corners nor bend regulations, and any moral greyness is unthinkable for her. While this ethical integrity makes her an upstanding engineering, her tight morals gave her the reputation as a stiff back in her student days, so she's recently become more easily persuaded, especially since she lacks the courage to say no.

 

The other thing Violet holds strongly to is her faith in the Church of the Serpent. Having been raised by the Church, she is well-versed in the teachings and theology of the Serpent. While she is not exactly a fanatic, there is little that can shake her beliefs. Every morning, Violet wakes up to pray before breakfast. Reciting the scriptures allows her a degree of peace in meditation to start the day.

 

Her greatest peace, however, is found in engaging herself in books and engineering pursuits. Violet easily becomes totally immersed that she loses touch with her external environment; she wouldn't notice if a thief came in right in front of her and stole a book off her desk until she went to reach for that book to find it missing. She usually stays up in the deep hours of the night, often falling asleep at her desk just before the sun rises again. If there is anything that can break her out of her shell, it is to talk to her about science and new technologies, one would find her slowly getting more animated the longer the conversation goes on, so much that she'd lose all resemblance to the shy girl she usually is.

[spoiler=History]Violet was born to a lower middle-class family, but she was soon taken in by the Church after her parents died of illness. Her grief and weakened health as a child did not allow her to play much with the other children, and instead she followed around a particular Father of the Church, who was in charge of the orphanage. Hoping to follow in the Father's footsteps, she entered church school and there she discovered her passion for science and technology. Miraculously, she worked up the courage to tell the Father she wanted to change her vocation.

 

Violet soon enrolled into Dunhaven Naval Institute. It was her only choice for a poor girl like her if she wanted to pursue engineering, her tuition was waived because she signed a contract to join the Navy upon graduation. There, she was noticed by a teacher who realized her talents and work ethic, and she became his personal assistant. Driven by her passions, Violet managed to enter many advanced classes and excel academically, extending her period of study. Finally, when Violet had to graduate, the teacher managed to get Violet hired by House Montague, where she would have a shorter military contract and higher pay.

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Occupation: Chief Engineer. Violet's diligence and attention to detail as well as her natural mental capacity makes her almost the ideal engineer.

Weaponry: Pistol, rifle, elaborate silver dagger. Violet is not a particularly competent fighter at close range, but she is a pretty crack shot with her rifle, capable of hitting what she wants most of the time.

Inventory: Enginner's toolkit. A small metal box with basic tools of the trade.

Aptitudes:

  • Strong problem-solving abilities that crucial to a successful engineer.
  • Great memory that allows her to retain all the knowledge necessary to maintain the ship.
  • Basic level of fitness necessary for a soldier and a sailor.

 

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[spoiler=Heron]

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*checks reflection in spoon when he thinks no one is looking*

Name: Heron Rothbarat

Epithet: Lucky

Age: 24 l 5 Storming

Sex and Orientation: Male l "Heterosexual"

[spoiler=Appearance]

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It's the eyes. Always the eyes that the writer has to comment on. What is it about them? I suppose that is my job to tell you. So, yes, it is the eyes that are often first remarked on about Heron and later remembered about him. A luminous shade of fiery amber, they often catch the light and dance with dangerous mirth. Shaven close to his head around the sides and back, Heron allows his hair to grow out on top. Though he would never admit it, he wakes up early every morning to make sure his hair looks perfectly disheveled so that he looks good, but not like he cares too much about his appearance. It's the perfect dose of manufactured pretension.

 

Very proud of his body, Heron keeps in peak physical condition. Hardly hosting an ounce of body fat, he is well muscled and toned; however, he is not overly built. Knowing only a one-handed fighting style that requires quick, lithe movements: Heron can't allow himself to build up too much muscle...as much as he might want to. His height is a bit of sore spot with him, a bit under the average at 5'6". He wears some padding in his boots however that get him up just above 5'7". Still, he yearns to be taller. This, obviously, isn't something he can easily fix, however, and just settles with snapping at anyone taller than him that comments on his height. 

 

Not wearing too much protective gear, the only real pieces of "armor" that Heron dons are the steel plated guards that are lashed up to his knees and the metal plate that is worn across his chest to protect his heart. Underneath that, he simply wears a sleeveless, leather tunic and hunting breeches. Of course, a warrior would not be complete without some sort of stylish, fingerless glove and wrapping on their forearm (Heron is no exception). Likewise, Heron is never seen far from his sword which boasts a very unusual blade type. 

 

 

 

[spoiler=Personality]

Can you say daddy issues? Personally, I can't. Not without getting a cold shiver down my spine because of the weird connotation that now surrounds the word daddy, but I digress. Anything and everything that this guy does can be traced back to some horrible influence that his father had on him as a child. Essentially, Heron has been acting out for...*checks watch*...his entire life to get attention because being reprimanded is better than being forgotten. Classic story of father failing to live up to son's expectations of being a parent, right? As an adult, these behaviors have manifested to more destructive habits. Excessive drinking. Excessive gambling. Excessive fighting. Excessive excessiveness. I mean the guy is just begging for someone to give him a good lashing. Oh wait, I promised I wouldn't talk about his sex life. Moving on. 

 

Needing to feel in control ( "Daddy, look at me I am the toughest kid on the playground!" ), Heron doesn't take to subordination well. If he didn't lose a job because he was caught drinking or fighting with a customer, he lost it because he couldn't follow the orders of his superiors. Of course, not really the kind of guy you'd want aboard a ship. Right? I mean, if he can't take orders then what good is he? Fortunately, despite his pride and need to feel in control, Heron is loyal to those that have proven to be good friends or to those that he owes. Gaius falls somewhere in there. So he'll do as he asks. He may b**** and moan, but he'll do as he asks. 

 

Impossibly vain, Heron is obsessed with his own self-image but is much to proud to admit to that fact. He often to checks his own appearance in mirrors, or any reflective surface really, but if he is called out on it he immediately denies it. The king of melodrama, if things become too dull Heron will overreact to anything to start to liven things. 

 

He has a hidden passion to be an actor, but knows his father wouldn't approve so never mentions it. Some nights you can hear him practicing classic plays in his cabin. He's not bad.

 

 

[spoiler=History]

Heron was born to one of the oldest Houses of Dunhaven, the House of Rothbarat. Known for a very traditional upbringing, those with the Rothbarat name are expected to follow a certain path in life. Go to church. Succeed in the church. Train in the local militia. Succeed in the militia. Return to the church. Meet your wife at the church. Have kids, expect them to do the same. To be quite honest, Heron wanted to live up to that. He really did. Despite his best efforts, however, he just couldn't live up to those expectations. This, of course, caused great contention with his father. Heron was the eldest son and thus had the most pressure to live up to the family name. This led Valon Rothbarat, his father, to result to more unorthodox parenting styles to try and whip Heron into shape. Whatever standard the Rothbarat men were supposed to meet, he just didn't.

 

Except for one. When in combat training in the local militia, an armed force in the town of Hortenshire, an offshoot of the capital, Heron excelled at all things. Perhaps too much. Beating all his sparring opponents to a pulp, Heron was feared by his fellow trainees as an unpredictable brawler. There were several times that Heron had to be removed from training so that the others would feel safe and continue with their practice. Despite his excellence in combat and weapon arts, Heron didn't exactly impress those in the local militia. His unruliness, tendency for violence, and insubordination were all of great concern to them. Earning him many disapproving visits from his father. But, hey, at least he was visiting. 

 

As Heron got older, he tried to continue to be a part of the family. However, it was clear that he just didn't belong. He didn't get along with those in Hortenshire like his siblings. He didn't demonstrate leadership like his younger brothers or the same religious zeal that his older sister. Most of all, he couldn't handle the constant disapproval that he got from the eyes of his father on a daily basis. So Heron left Hortenshire for the big city. 

 

He bounced around from job to job, making honest money where he could. Doing whatever it took to feed himself when he couldn't. Sorrelhale was a big place. Crime could be easily forgotten if you ran fast and hit hard. Eventually, Heron fell in with an old captain of an older seafaring vessel. That's right. Seafaring. He taught Heron a lot about sailing, of which, Heron retained little. What Heron does remember is the guns that the old man had on that boat. Heron listened to the tales of sea battles with rapt attention and cared for those cannons as if they were living things. 

 

It became a project for him to update the ship, bit by bit, of course starting with the weaponry. So what Heron knows of large weaponry he knows from the mind of an old man and black market dealings. Still, he considers it a pretty good education. It's quite unfortunate that he had just finished the weapon's deck of the old ship when his lifestyle caught up with him. Apparently it doesn't matter how fast you are or how hard you hit. The past eventually catches up. 

 

Thrown in jail for stealing to get by. Heron was imprisoned for several months before a wealthy aristocrat came to visit. He thought it might be his father when he heard who was visiting. No such luck. That was the day he became indebted to Gaius for bailing him out. When offered a job on HRS Midnight, Heron turned it down originally. Claiming he already had a job. Of course, as all tragedies go, while in jail the old captain that he had grown close to had died. The sea ship impounded. 

 

Heron returned to Gaius asking if the spot was still open. There was nothing left in Sorrelhale for him now. 

 

 

Zodiac Sign: Leo

 

Occupation: Master Gunner

Weaponry:

  • Custom Falchion: Fitted with a one-and-a-half-handed hilt to allow for a versatile one-handed to two-handed switching fighting style, this sword boasts a peculiar shaped blade that Heron keeps in pristine condition.
  • Short-barrel Pistol: Holstered at his hip, Heron carries a pistol, of which he is a good shot. Unfortunately, it does not boast great accuracy at far ranges.

Inventory: 

  • Gunpowder & Matches: Heron always has a nice amount of gunpowder and matches on hand. You can fix just about anything with a few explosions.
  • The tools that Heron would need to maintain the heavy weaponry on the ship is far too large to carry on, thus he keeps the majority of his tools stored on the weapons decks.

Aptitudes:

  • Weapon Aficionado: Highly knowledgeable about the firepower that just about any airship is packing, Heron's interests don't stop there. His ears tend to perk up at the mention of swords, pistols, or even the measly knife. 
  • Combat Prowess: A highly capable fighter, Heron is a skilled swordsman, brawler, and shooter. Beyond that he has the spirit of a fighter, something that can't be taught. Unfortunately, this makes unpredictable and sometimes overzealous, to the point of being dangerous.
  • Acting: Little known fact, Heron is actually a really good actor. 

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