Name : Cedric

Nation : Gallia

Age : 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality : Straight

Marital Status : Single

Race : Beorc

Occupation : Mercenary

Class : Bow knight


Tell Me The Facts

Height : 5”6’

Weight : 135lbs

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Blue

Build : between light and medium muscle build

Scars/Wounds : none


Shape Your Future

Personality :
Very reserved about his real past, when asked often just saying he left his family to hone his skills. He doesn’t mind being alone, but prefers being around people. He’s very competent on the battle field, except when he’s thrust into a leadership roll. He likes being in the spotlight, except when he would have to lead people in anyway. He can’t stand the idea of his choices hurting people.
He has a fear of corpses, but only when they’re in decay. When he sees one he usually vomits or passes out. He has a distinct sense of honor, due to his rearing, and had always wanted to be a Crimean Guard like his father, but can’t bring himself to go back to Crimea. Since he first came to Galia, he was amazed with Laguz and holds a deep respect for them.

History :
Cedric grew up in a forested area in Crimea alone with his parents and older sister Marie.  His father was a retired guard at the Crimean Palace, and taught him various things about being a guard, soldier, and an honorable man. Because they didn’t tend any animals, except a few horses, they hunted wild game. They sometimes would sell some of the things killed at towns around the castle. Cedric would normally hunt by himself, trying to improve his archery.
When he was thirteen his sister seemed to contract a small cold, with a handful of strange symptoms. A few weeks after the symptoms died down, she became completely bedridden, unable to keep down small amounts of food and usually disoriented. Scared of getting it himself, he avoided spending almost no time in his house, even going as far as to sleep outside.  After about three months his father started to get the same strange cold his sister started with. He took it upon himself to travel to the palace to hopefully find a scholar or doctor who knows how to cure his family. Finally bringing up enough courage to see his sister before he rides off, he went into her room. Seeing only the already decaying flesh of her arm he promptly charged outside and passed out.
Making quick time to the castle, he found no one who knew anything relevant about the disease plaguing his family. A few had heard of something similar that had once been seen in Gallia. He began his journey as soon as he could, by the time he made it to the capital he knew his sister was already lost and his father was already bedridden. He spent as much time as he could trying to learn about the disease, but couldn’t find anything there. Giving up (failing) on his self imposed mission, he couldn’t even bring himself to return to his home. The next few years he’s spent doing random jobs for money, mostly as a mercenary, not knowing if his father or sister could possibly be alive.

Family: Father (mortality unknown), Mother, and an elder sister Marie(deceased)

Likes :
- Sleeping outdoors
- The taste of game animals.
- Laguz
- His horse
- Airborne cavalry


Dislikes:
- Political workings, doesn’t know or particularly care about the relationships and such the different kingdoms hold.
- Honorless foes: people that take hostages, kill townspeople, ect...
- Cheese, he find finds the concept of rotting milk horrifying

Weaknesses:
- Weak runner, so he’s restrained to his horse during combat
- Leading people
- Weak around corpses showing decay
- A little self loathing

Strengths:
- Longbows, prefers the extra range and has never himself found them any less accurate
- Eyesight
- Trumpet,

Personal Quotes:
-“What do you mean my music will give away our position?”
-“Don’t worry, not many people could miss this shot.”

Friend or Foe: Good

Roleplay Sample:
‘There it stands, a good forty yards away. An easy target,’ Cedric thought to himself.  Off his horse to better mask into the surroundings, he revealed himself from behind a tree.  In the small clearing ahead lie a rabbit, not something that would make a magnificent meal, but a decent one.  He knew that much larger of an animal would take too long to clean, and he had no salts to preserve the extra meat.  ‘This will have to do,’ he thought as the string was released from his fingers.  The rabbit was hit, but managed to scamper a few feet before it stopped moving.  Cedric walked over to reclaim his prey.