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Standard detail in each character:
Name: Felona Divinia
Sex: Female (I have always liked the female villains for some reason, so I decided upon a female villain for this concept)
Age: 25 (a rather non-spectacular age)
From: (currently waiting till a location presents itself to me, or perhaps till this character is finished)
Physical Description (I am lously with sketches...too linear as an art teacher once commented going with an indepth look into her physcal attributes)
Physical Guidelines (a simple guideline that I generally use for a quick reference when I am going for an indepth physical description)
Eyes: Left eye milky white, with 3 scars, 2 in scars starting from the eyebrow line terminating to right before the cheek area, 1 4 in scar starting near the hair line terminating at slightly a cm into the cheek area, longest scar in the middle of the two shorter ones; Right eye is emerald with a slight tint of brown
Hair: Black though almost a navy blue coloring, generally shoulder length though bang areas are different the right being vastly shorter then the left side, right bangs terminating just slightly past the shoulder coverinng the right side of the face, though the style of the hair is mostly straight but wavy giving someone the sense that though half her face is hidden the right amount of wind at the perfect time will reveal her entire face.
Mouth: (this was the hardest feature that I couldn't really find suitable words for, so till further notice I will see if any artists can find a mouth that matches the face outline who hopefully take on the challenge of drawing this character)
Nose: (same as the mouth)
General Face Outline: Based upon the hair type, and how this character will act I think an oval face type of outline will work best-though once more considering my background in art I think it would be best left for the artists to decide.
Chest Area: Do to her eventual role and type of character she will be I have decided upon a body type that is pleasing to the eye, though not overly as some might say busty. So a cup size of later B cups to a mid C cup will suffice.
The rest I will leave up the artist to decide upon...though I stress a later B to Mid C cup size.
Physical Attire: Censorship Uniform though with slight differences, but for a beginning sketch a basic uniform minus the helmet.
Mental Description (this is a concept of her thought processes and personality so nothing is actually concrete)
A person that doesn't agree with fighting, yet acknowledges sometimes fighting has to be done and sometimes its better if only a few people actually have to fight; in this way she possesses a self sacrafice mentality towards what she desires to what must be done in the end. Though this is also based upon the history of her scar as well and the resulting impact that has on her life prior to her current present timeline. An example of this she might have an unreasonable hatred for persay Seven but will also give generous terms for surrender when she encounters the party, wishing to avoid a fight if possible but in the end knowing a fight will occur.
With her personality I am aiming for strong though also aiming for a vulnerable side as well so when players meet her they can feel pity with her but also enjoy any confrontations with her as well not to mention a sense of loss when she dies instead of joining said player. A perfect example of this in an early rpg is Final Fantasy 6 when General Leo dies (though trying for a different character type then General Leo but aiming for a feeling such that occurs during that moment) To basically sum up her personality is basically relating to her scar and what having that scar has caused her to choose despite what she truly wants in her life-a what if character personality. In other words she is kind towards people but also she has an almost inflexible sense of duty to what she has to do, hopefully later on I can elaborate on her personality after I have finished her history.
History (after a few days of thinking, and probably a few more of deciding upon different pasts I have finally decided on one....hopefully)
Born in the year of 454 AEB, to two loving people whose names even Felona chooses not to remember-the pain of what her two parents would eventually bring would scar her both physically and mentally for years to come-in a small village of barely any renown exept for the scholarly proweness of only two residents, Felona's mother and father. Growing up with her parents and inside the closed knit village gave Felona what many would have only dreamed a safe and stable enviroment and two loving parents. Though no one questioned what the couple did, Felona in her later years would hate and fear what her parents secretly did, though not at what happened to her or them but what happened to the village whose people only cared for everyone and did not want to get involved with any events that was taking place in the world at the time.
Growing up in the small village, Felona always chaffed that she could never leave the village and see the world-her parents always refusing to leave the village that has taken care of them and their growing daughter...and also loathe to leave their work behind. Despite being only a child at the time Felona always wondered why they did not leave in a big city, having been sent to one at the age of 8 to continue her schooling as the work that still mystified the villagers and even Felona kept her parents busy. But in the end being only a child at the time she didn't pay attention and enjoyed her childhood playing in the woods with her friends, sitting around the table with her adoring parents and being a typical child at that time.
Unbeknownst to the village, or perhaps known but not talked about or chided, Felona's parents despite the warnings that the government gave were in fact part of the rebel faction that wished to learn the past, and fought in their own way by gathering information found by others and recording it for the future to learn from. But to Felona's horror no one can remain neutral while doing something forbidden and in the end others suffer for the mistake of a few. As Felona turned 12, already showing the beauty that her mother possessed and the vast intelligence of her father Felona was finally told of her families secret and their duty in maintaining the past for the future...at first frightened at what might happen Felona grew curious and interested believing her parents were right...this feeling was not to last....
Three nights after her 12th birthday Felona was awakened from a fitful sleep, her dreams of burning houses intruding upon reality as the screams of the villagers reverabated through the small house her parents owned. Bolting from bed her black hair unkempt from her troubled sleep, the smell of smoke filling her nostrils as the sounds of screaming could be heard from the next house over, clutching her night dress to her slender body already blossoming with woman hood, Felona got out of bed her eyes widing as she caught the glimpse of the village from her window...her dream having become awful reality as the house that once stood infront of her window was engulfed in flame. At first believing that a fire broke out in that house alone Felona was intent on telling her parents if they didn't already know and determined to help the poor people cope with losing their house.
Though before she could turn away from the window to put on an overcoat, it was slightly chilly outside the months having passed into autumn, Felona was shocked at what she heard next...the sudden sharp cracks of gunfire booming though the night; mingling with the screams of the villagers and realizing the screams were too loud for only a few to utter...as if the entire village was screaming. Shocked at her world suddenly disolving infront of her, her father rushing into her room screaming at her to come with him-her mother nowhere to be seen...wondering why her father's arm was hanging limply by his side-not seeing or perhaps not registering the freshblood that was splattering onto her room's floor.
It wasn't until much later that Felona actually became of her surroundings, only remembering brief images of her mother's still form lying at the foot of the staircase in their home, the still forms of people she grew up with...the first boy she kissed leaning against a brick wall his eyes wide open yet he didn't wave at her, to the scenes of villagers carrying guns and swords as they waited at a cave entrance their eyes steely as they peered towards their burning village...all the while smelling the coppery scent of blood, and the biting smell of sulfur in the air. She only came to her senses when her father collapsed against a cave wall, around him where shelves filled with books and the bodies of other villagers who sought sanctuary in this forbidden library of the past.
The sight of her father's body leaning against the wall snapped her out of her shock, her terror filled eyes falling upon the sword that was portruding from his chest...knowing that can't be right, that this was still a dream and she would wake up to her parents loving embrace as she related her nightmare to them. But despite how much she wished she would wake up, as she futiley attemtped to draw the sword from her father; pleading with her father to get up, her eyes blinded by her tears and her own muffled sobs muffling the comming tread of booted feet comming up behind her.
If by reflex or by pure chance, the stroke that should have torn her back open instead only blinded her in her left eye as her head snapped to look behind her-perhaps it was the glassy surface of her father's eyes or perhaps the gleam of the sword , either way the stroke went awry but left its mark in 3 scars over her left eye. Though to Felona the sudden flash of steel, and then the blood red tinge that covered her right eye followed by the jagged flash of pain drove her to passout from the blow, her blood mingling with that of her father's hoping the end would be quick as conscious thought left her...but before falling into the black void, a single word reached her from the darkness, "Stop..."
"...that stroke soldier.", from the other end of the cave, a censorship Captain his hand still held up as his words echoed throughout the room-his eyes going towards the young girl lying across her father's lifeless body. "Return to your squad, to recieve clean up detail from your squad leader...", his voice softening as he eyes the young girl once more, "...there has been enough blood tonight don't you think...enough young blood has been spilt." The soldier, with a glance towards the young girl turns back to his superior before giving a hasty salute with his katar before heading out of the cave, knowing that he too did not have the stomach for any more blood shed...the order to wipe out the village though a voluntary order was one his captain had to take on because it was his duty to follow orders...at least the villagers died quickly...
Alone with the young girl the Captain's eyes fall towards her father, a scowl deeping his already aged face, "Some father you are, knowing what you knew of the consquences you still attempted to do what must not be done...and you dared rear a child...", his eyes once more falling upon the young girl, taking note of the wound, "...now she has lost sight in one eye, but perhaps...perhaps she will see more clearly for the loss...", bending downing his arms gently lifting the young girl form the pool of blood now growing on the cave's floor, his eyes for a moment leaving the girl as he eyes the tomes on the shelves, "...such secrets is not worth the lives of so many...and they are never worth the cost of a child...and yet..", shaking his head, turning his back upon the rows of shelves before vanishing into the darkness his voice is once more heard, "Bring the bodies into this cave, burn the village then burn everything in this cave...leave nothing left but ashes for this village from now on till the end of time will have ceased to exist."
As the night lost its fight with the day, the troop of soldiers left the smoldering grave that was once a prosperous but small village in its wake the wind disturbing the ashe that was covering the ground in a fine black carpet their booted feet muffled in the dawn's new air as the mass of bodies move onward...the lead figure ontop of a horse carrying a young girl in his arms, a white bandage wrapped around her head already crimsoned by the blood that matted her night blue hair. The following days many people were found dead beside either the road or in rooms of an inn, villagers fortunate enough to have escaped or weren't present the day their village was burned but in the end the soldiers caught up to them and each died until save one, that little girl the Captain took from the cave that cold autumn night when a village ceased to be and only a burned out clearing which in time would eventually be covered by the growth of new trees.
It was 5 days before Felona awoke, but to her it seemed that only a night passed when her father pulled her from her room and out into the world where her life was destroyed never to be regained. Upon waking wondering why everything looked strange, lacking depth as her eye became accumstomed to the dim light filtering through the curtains, disoriented to find herself in a bed of surpassing softness-velvet drapes hanging from dark rich brown maghony, and the scent of lavendar tickling her nose. "W..here am I..", her voice sounding muffled, noticing a soarness in her throat and a bitter taste, "...wheres, my parents..."
Weakly, wondering why she felt so weak, using her arms to lever herself up to a sitting position, not understanding why she couldn't see anything on her left side, noticing for the first time something was wrapped around her head, particularly around her left eye. Before she could venture a feel with her left hand, her strength gave out as her head fell back into the soft embrace of the pillows once more, her breath comming quick as even that small exertion exhausted her; added with her fear of this unknown place and memories of the night of the attack she couldn't help but stop the tears that began to fall-except where she use to feel the wetness of tears in her left eye, there was no feeling....adding upon her fear and frustration, "Mother....Father...", her voice sounding petulant and for the first time she felt lost and completely alone, "..someone help me please...", her left hand once more reaching up to her left eye, her fingers trembling as to what she might find....
Startled, her right eye unable to see on her left side, and already to tired to turn her head, as a large calloused hand catches hold of her left hand; her fear rising before noticing the hand though rough was holding her own gently, as another hand was felt rubbing her own trembling hand, "Ssshh...you have gone through a lot recently and its better to rest, you came close to death young one.", the voice sounding harsh and yet there was a softness to it that made Felona feel comforted but yet her mind was wondering even though once more a foggy, hazzy feeling was falling upon her...."Who...a..re...yo...", her voice failing as her right eye slowly closed before her left fell limp once more.
Standing over the young girl once more, though as he thought about it a bit more the Captain should really call her by name rather, his hands still holding Felona's before placing it once more onto the bed, giving it a pat befoer turning away from the young girl's still form to the doctor standing beside him, the doctor throwing away the used needle into the trash beside the bed, "Don't worry Captain, it was only a sedative to put her back to sleep.", the woman's voice sounding as always confident before turning her gaze back to the grizzled soldier before her-a smile curving her lips before her eyes once more fell upon the sleeping form of the girl, "It is truly amazing, despite how close this girl came to death from that wound she was awake in only 5 days after the operation...lucky you got her to me as quickly as you did."
The Captain, his eyes going back towards the peaceful face of Felona before turning back to face the doctor; who though noticed the brief look of concern on the Captain's face chose not to acknowledge it, a small smile forming on her lips before sitting down on the side of the bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping form of the girl.
"By the way, you never told me why you disobeyed a direct order...this is the first time I have every known you to break your word...Sasoul...", seeing Sasoul tighten his jaw at the mention of his name, a small laugh escaping her mouth before shaking her head, her short cropped blond hair sparkling in the faint light, "..so serious as always.." Her attention once more returning to the calm, peaceful face of Felona, "You...are right she does look like...my sister's child...", reaching up to move a strand of black hair from Felona's face, her voice filled with an almost tangible feeling of regret and sorrow as her eyes study the sleeping' girl's peaceful face, "Felona...thats her name isn't it, how terrible it must have been for her that night...and yet how fortunate that it was you who commanded the raid on that village.", Sasuol in turns simply stares towards the window, his hand reaching out to touch the soft fabric of the curtains-so unlike the rough linen in Felona's past home, "Sometimes...people simply grow tired of constant blood shed...in her I can at least try to find redemption for my life, no matter how small that redemption is..."
The following years were filled with doubts, and accussations between Felona and Sasoul; one in her youth the other in his declining years when one's body starts to slowly fail after years of use, or perhaps it was the weight of the man's conscious that eventually led him to preservere over the billigernece of youth. Felona herself couldn't really name the event that to her opened her eyes to what her parents did and how ultimately the attack on the village was their fault; perhaps it was how gentle and patient Sasoul was with her...or perhaps how kind he was to people. In the end, it was Sasoul's words before she started taking the training necessary to follow in his foot steps, "Years ago, both your eyes were blind to what your parents did...and for that you lost the sight of one eye and yet now you can see clearly for the first time with one where two you couldn't see; its up to you to find clarification as to what you now see."
As Felona grew her training and abilities grew with her; where once her father's mind was sharp in finding knowledge in the most unlikeliest of places her mind became attuned to battle but also attuned as a needle to what must be done and her own purpose in life. Taking the lesson she learned she rose to the rank of similiar to a Captain in the CT's though unlike others see never took a partner-many unable to cope with her almost tunnel like perception of what her duty means to her in both to the perservation of the law she was given but also her duty to protect the people with all her ability.
In certain towns her name was linked to mercy and compassion, and her presence in most towns were welcomed the populace knowing that she never raised her hand against bystanders but rather trying everything in her power to contorl any collateral damage to the populace in her duty to ensure the past was never uncovered. Though where the general populace named her, the Merciful Sword, the rebel faction came to know her almost precised brutality in punishing those she viewed as dangerous to the society....in those circles she came to be known as the, Weaver, due to her use of a rapier in her fights, and her attacks appear as if she is weaving a tapestry-her attacks quick and precised.
Following the report of a miner locating a relic, Felona was dispatched-her superiors knowing that she would keep the populace in check and finding out where and who found this mysterious Relic...little did she know how this small event that she has done many times in the past will both shatter her beliefs and also change the world with the events that will follow....
(The beginning segement of her childhood, now currently working on her history in the censorship training, to her eventual present)
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