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Character: Ashelia (Ashe) B'nargin Dalmasca
Series: Final Fantasy XII
Age: 19
Canon: The king has been slain, the newly-widowed princess has taken her own life, and with no one to defend it the small country of Dalmasca falls to the Archadian empire - Well, it can't get much worse than this, can it? This is the tragedy that Final Fantasy XII opens with, another title in the chain that is never quite finished. In this incarnation, the machinations and plots of every empire and country, mad scientist and magical god-like race come to light as a slap-dash group of people from every walk of life (sky pirates, dancers, and bunny girls, oh my!) unravels exactly what is going down in Ivalice.
In the school of Badass Princesses, Ashe is the valedictorian. The last heir of Dalmasca does not lay down her duties after losing her father, husband, and living in exile after her death is announced by her own uncle. Instead, Ashe puts together a resistance and lives in hiding for two years, biding her time til she can take her crown and country back. Ashe is a strong woman who fights her own battles, leading from the front lines with fierce pride, a hefty broadsword, and a barely there mini-skirt and top. She doesn't quite know the meaning of being soft-spoken or demure as she accepts nothing less than diligence from those around her and is quick to remind everyone of it. Ashe can let down her guard at times, revealing a woman that is still touched by the loss of her husband and able to be guided by her allies towards what she should do. Yet even with her doubts, Ashe has been groomed and forged from experience to be a just ruler.
Note: Hume is the name of the race of humans.
Sample Post:
Quit these games! I cannot stay my time kissing frogs, receiving apples - And would you kindly return my boot? It has been a long and trying time for all those here, but resorting to common thievery only darkens this plight! Now, direct me to the Lady Director; I should be expected.
With such reception and hospitality - If only manners were their sole difficulty. Neglected by ally and governor alike, it is no small feat that the people only go hungry but once a week. I should not be over hasty though. The morale of this city-state is faring better than any would expect with such circumstances. The people have not deserted their land, and that fealty should be given due respect and reward. The nation is it's people and there is still yet hope in this one, though it is tried. With undead beasts roaming hume quarters so openly, it is not startling that they make offerings, albeit unorthodox ones, to those from afar who would help them and resort to rudimentary cures for the curious ails here - To think I'd need a whistle to ward against turning into a swan, of all things.
Yes, the people are grievously struggling, but to harbour such hatred of the Lady Director. . . I know all too well how it is to be cursed by those people who had expected a godsent savior in perilous times and received none. But cannot these good people empathize with her? To have lost her engaged without any cause or reason is lamentable. She is a lady of strong will to be able to bear the ire of her beloved people alone for so long. And though I can understand the need for concealment, were the Lady easier to find it would be to her favor. It is no wonder the previous ambassadors were unable to locate her. There ought be a way - Ah, if the whole of the people were set at ease then perhaps it would assuage her fear. The Lady Director could then reveal herself.
People of Cahmpr F'uk Yul Dai! Stay your swords, let hume and gorillae work in much needed harmonious unison, and do not overburden the Moogles with unsatisfying exertions of thy stress upon others! It profits none. And those who bear animosity to your Lady Director should quit their vexation. She is no more ensnared in the fate of this land than you. Were she given a people who would understand her plight rather than bear wrath towards her; the lady could, at last, make a valuable ally to your shared cause. She as your governor cares for this land in untold ways. Even if she has failed you in times past, listen to her now. You would find more reason with her in words than in steel or magic or. . . wheeled shoe.
Now, whom among you is ready to - Do not interrupt! After the trials I have faced to get here with beasts that cast Silence at every turn, I will not be stopped in my work until this nation is - ... ... ... !!
Voting goes here.
Series: Final Fantasy XII
Age: 19
Canon: The king has been slain, the newly-widowed princess has taken her own life, and with no one to defend it the small country of Dalmasca falls to the Archadian empire - Well, it can't get much worse than this, can it? This is the tragedy that Final Fantasy XII opens with, another title in the chain that is never quite finished. In this incarnation, the machinations and plots of every empire and country, mad scientist and magical god-like race come to light as a slap-dash group of people from every walk of life (sky pirates, dancers, and bunny girls, oh my!) unravels exactly what is going down in Ivalice.
In the school of Badass Princesses, Ashe is the valedictorian. The last heir of Dalmasca does not lay down her duties after losing her father, husband, and living in exile after her death is announced by her own uncle. Instead, Ashe puts together a resistance and lives in hiding for two years, biding her time til she can take her crown and country back. Ashe is a strong woman who fights her own battles, leading from the front lines with fierce pride, a hefty broadsword, and a barely there mini-skirt and top. She doesn't quite know the meaning of being soft-spoken or demure as she accepts nothing less than diligence from those around her and is quick to remind everyone of it. Ashe can let down her guard at times, revealing a woman that is still touched by the loss of her husband and able to be guided by her allies towards what she should do. Yet even with her doubts, Ashe has been groomed and forged from experience to be a just ruler.
Note: Hume is the name of the race of humans.
Sample Post:
Quit these games! I cannot stay my time kissing frogs, receiving apples - And would you kindly return my boot? It has been a long and trying time for all those here, but resorting to common thievery only darkens this plight! Now, direct me to the Lady Director; I should be expected.
With such reception and hospitality - If only manners were their sole difficulty. Neglected by ally and governor alike, it is no small feat that the people only go hungry but once a week. I should not be over hasty though. The morale of this city-state is faring better than any would expect with such circumstances. The people have not deserted their land, and that fealty should be given due respect and reward. The nation is it's people and there is still yet hope in this one, though it is tried. With undead beasts roaming hume quarters so openly, it is not startling that they make offerings, albeit unorthodox ones, to those from afar who would help them and resort to rudimentary cures for the curious ails here - To think I'd need a whistle to ward against turning into a swan, of all things.
Yes, the people are grievously struggling, but to harbour such hatred of the Lady Director. . . I know all too well how it is to be cursed by those people who had expected a godsent savior in perilous times and received none. But cannot these good people empathize with her? To have lost her engaged without any cause or reason is lamentable. She is a lady of strong will to be able to bear the ire of her beloved people alone for so long. And though I can understand the need for concealment, were the Lady easier to find it would be to her favor. It is no wonder the previous ambassadors were unable to locate her. There ought be a way - Ah, if the whole of the people were set at ease then perhaps it would assuage her fear. The Lady Director could then reveal herself.
People of Cahmpr F'uk Yul Dai! Stay your swords, let hume and gorillae work in much needed harmonious unison, and do not overburden the Moogles with unsatisfying exertions of thy stress upon others! It profits none. And those who bear animosity to your Lady Director should quit their vexation. She is no more ensnared in the fate of this land than you. Were she given a people who would understand her plight rather than bear wrath towards her; the lady could, at last, make a valuable ally to your shared cause. She as your governor cares for this land in untold ways. Even if she has failed you in times past, listen to her now. You would find more reason with her in words than in steel or magic or. . . wheeled shoe.
Now, whom among you is ready to - Do not interrupt! After the trials I have faced to get here with beasts that cast Silence at every turn, I will not be stopped in my work until this nation is - ... ... ... !!
Voting goes here.