Let's be the guy who arrives basically at the last possible minute on account of having literally just recently registered! Yay! And since starting this, someone else made a swordsman->mercenary, and I don't have time to change concept so yay to that, too.
Name: Lysander Oxtal
Class: Swordsman Trainee->Mercenary->Commander
Affinity:
Character Skill: Ignis
Personal Fault: Solo Inefficiency (-15% Hit when less than 3 allies are within 3 tiles)
Personal Skill: Covering Fire (+15% Hit when an ally is in an adjacent tile)
||Personal Skill (Mercenary): TBD
||Personal Skill (Commander): TBD
Preferred Stats: Skill, Speed
Weapon Proficiencies: Sword (E)
Inventory: Wooden Sword
Level: 1
Total Level: 1
Progression Spent: 330
HP: 18 [60%]
STR: 4 [45%]
MAG: 1 (+1) [35%]
SKL: 5 (+1) [55%]
LCK: 2 [20%]
DEF: 2 [40%]
RES: 0 (+1) [35%]
SPD: 4 [40%]
CON: 5 (+1)
AID: 4
MOV: 4
Bio:
The Oxtal were a minor house allied to the Argaven, of which Lysander was the second son in a family of three children. As the second brother and last born, he could not look forward to much of an inheritance, and so in the interest of having some sort of skill to survive his lack of a large inheritance - especially since his older brother had little interest in supporting him - he was trained as a mage in an academy. Which wasn't without costing a pretty penny, of course, but the family could afford that.
Unfortunately, the machinations of nobility do not stop for one's studies, and fate had not been kind to the Oxtal especially. One day, he returned home to learn of his father's death. With his brother at the head of his family... His studies never reached their end. Seeing little reason to be kept around only so long as he could aid in forging an alliance with another house, he resolved to make do with what he had.
...It had no been very succesful. With what money and assets he had inherited running short, he had been this close to swallowing his pride and returning home, when a retainer of Isabeau's Uncle who had once seen him as a child chose to aid him. Teaching him the way of the sword, in lieu of magic, his newfound mentor ensured he would have something to fall back on aside from his rather spotty knowledge of tomes.
It had been a few years since. His training had recently finished, and he was ready to try and put his training into practice. How convenient, then, that he heard of lady Isabeau's need for allies soon after setting out. Eager to make a name for himself, and to aid the Argaven in the process, he went to her aid. Perhaps, once all that was over, he would be able to take over his brother's estate... Or maybe just set up his own. Plenty of time to decide.
