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BASICS
Name: Eron
Class: High Priest (prepromoted)
Weapons: Light [S], Staves [A], Fire [A], Thunder [A], Wind [A]
Country: Megam
Age:65666768 69
Birthday: April 11, 558
Zodiac: Aries
Blood Type: O
Family: Father // Elijah; Mother // Esther; Wife // Chantelle [deceased]; Son // Kerrik [deceased]; Daughter // Mallorie [deceased]
Languages Known: Trade [A], Megam [A], High Megam [A], Old Megam [A], Old High Megam [A]



HISTORY
From his earliest memories growing up in the upper class quarters of the City of Light, it was understood by all what sort of future the then young Eron had waiting for him. His parents, pious and wealthy, yet limited in rough talent and thus never rising as high as they might have liked, made it a point to remind him frequently enough. His teachers, helpful and accommodating, surprised to see such talent from blood so known for limited of quantities of such, reiterated and emphasized his parents' ambition time and again. As he grew older, his talents sharpened, his will hardened, and in time, their ambition became his own; he would be a High Priest, achieve what was among the highest of honors, and catapult his family into the upper circles of the Megam Theocracy in the bargain.

At the age of twenty-eight, he realized this dream, and believed himself content. He established himself as a politically adept, appropriately devout and rather ideal, if somewhat distant High Priest.

At the age of thirty, he began courting the Lady Chantelle, a High Priestess, and more importantly, a previous love interest from the time of his schooling, during which he had always had little time for courting. Less than a year later, they married. There was talk of beginning a family; those influences from his past -- his parents, his teachers -- radiated approval, and he believed himself happy.

His thirty-sixth year would be his happiest, heralding not only the birth of his first son, whom they named Kerrik, but his ascension in the ranks of the Clergy to the often coveted, rarely achieved position of Guardian of the Altar. He accepted the honor with grace, and adjusted himself to his new life as both Guardian and father with the same persistent, indomitable tenacity with which he approached all things.

His thirty-ninth year would bring both joy and heartbreak; the birth of a daughter, the death of a mother. Grief stricken and shaken that the Dragons he served so well and had treated him so kindly in turn could confront him with such a thing, he vowed to do better, to be better, to pick himself up and shine more brilliantly than ever he had before. His son would follow in his footsteps, of course, to become a High Priest and perhaps Guardian himself. His daughter would follow the mother she would never know, become a Sister, and perhaps a High Priestess in time. Of that, there could be no doubt.

And there was none, for several years, until it finally became apparent beyond the point of turning a blind eye that his son saw little in the staff and all in the sword, that his daughter doted more on her brother than the Holy Scriptures, and that little by little, things were not becoming what they should. He hardened his resolve; his children responded in turn, tension building until finally, at last, in his fifty-fourth year, it broke.

His son, with no explanation yet intentions clear as crystal just the same, fled from home; his daughter, heartbroken, turned her eyes from serving the Dragons and toward the increasingly fading hope for his return. He resorted to an outward show of strength, declaring he had no son, while inwardly, he pulled on powerful resources, an array of meticulous political strings and news channels, until he eventually had the truth. His son was a mercenary; a killer, a ruthless force of steel and blood. A murderer.

Eron abandoned the lines he had worked so hard to form, and threw all memory of the son he had as far behind him as he could, choosing to dote on his daughter, Mallorie, instead. She would not fail him.

And yet, two years following the betrayal of his son, his daughter too left him, and he was alone.

She sent a single correspondence; an explanation, a location.

He folded it, quietly, placed it in a drawer, and awaited his daughter's return; for surely, in the task she had foolishly set herself about, there could be only disappointment -- a thing she must learn in her own time.

He waited.

She returned.

She breathed her last in his arms, and he realized, as he closed her eyes, that in this manner she had followed in her mother's footsteps, after all. He grieved.

Then, in his sixty-fifth year, he was left with nothing but the journal of a daughter he thought redeemed, and its tremulous connection to a son that no longer existed. Through this connection, he spoke with Kerrik, but neither could reconcile with the other ... and eventually, Kerrik, too, returned. Unlike his sister, however, Kerrik arrived seeking to end his father's life.

He failed in this regard, and was kept prisoner for many long months in Eron's manse, until an assassin sent by Councilor Gideon of Atsiria freed him after failing to kill him. Kerrik departed at once to Atsiria, and Eron could only watch helplessly, grasping at indications here and there, while his son careened inexorably toward a messy end.

Though Eron never received official word of his son's death, he knows it is true, nonetheless. There are four graves in his garden, two filled, three marked, and one awaiting his own demise. Even at sixty-seven, however, Eron remains in good health, a force to be reckoned with, and he has thrown himself into affairs both personal and of the state; business and duty are, after all, all that he has left.



PERSONALITY
Eron is focused and deliberate, qualities that may cause him to seem cold to those who do not know him. To his confidants, however, he is open and caring, perhaps even warm. He is a devout follower of both the Dragons of Light and Darkness, following the dictates of the Scriptures as best as he can, and thus is charitable, reasonable, and if not entirely approachable, certainly not overbearing.

His work is quite literally the only thing left in his life; as such, he throws himself into it entirely, comprising sermons, studying Scripture, tending to the meticulous political details of his position, and above all, standing firm as a stalwart Guardian to the Altar of Light.




APPEARANCE
Though it is clear from his appearance that Eron is past his prime, he has aged well; rather than feebleness, he has grown into the form of a stately, stolid elder. His hair has greyed, but grows thick as ever, and he keeps a well trimmed beard. There is no doubting from his appearance alone that he is still quite capable of holding his own where needed, and his eyes hint at the sharp intelligence behind them.



HONORS




[Eron is played by elzie for himitsu_sensou]
[His PB is Fernand, from Gankutsuou.]
[Thanks to northswainglow for the banner/divider]



MALLORIE

Name: Mallorie (Mallory)
Class: Mercenary -> Hero
Weapons: Sword [A]
Country: Megam
Age: 26
Birthday: April 24
Zodiac: Taurus
Blood Type: A
Family: Father // Eron; Mother // Chantelle [deceased]; Brother // Kerrik
Languages Known: Trade [S], Megam [S], Old Megam [A], High Megam [A], Old High Megam [Read/Write B], Atsirian [A]

HISTORY
Mallory was born Mallorie, the daughter of a Head Priest in Megam, and she grew up following the teachings of the temple as obediently as any other child. Her father was a busy man, and often wasn't able to spend that much time with his children due to his work, so Mallory spent much of her younger years with her brother, three years her senior. As for her mother, her father never spoke of the woman, and Mallory never questioned her absence. She was happy enough to be with her brother and father.


As they grew older, her brother became rebellious and declared his intentions not to follow his father as Head Priest. The argument lasted on and off for two years, until Mallory's brother fled when she was fifteen, and her father began acting as if he had never had a son in the first place. Mallory was heartbroken, and would stop merchants as they passed through Megam to ask if they had heard anything of her brother. It took two years before she finally found out that he had become a mercenary for hire in Atsiria.


She couldn't think of any way to explain her intentions to her father without angering him further, as saying her brother's name had become taboo. Desperate, she begged one of the merchants passing through to take her with them, and for a small fee, she left with their caravan. Upon reaching a tavern in Dentoria, she wrote a letter explaining everything to her father, and methods in which to reach her. She never received a reply.


Realizing the only way to find her brother again entailed taking on the same occupation as he had, she tried to enroll in a school for swordplay, but was denied enrollment for being a girl. Several weeks later, a thin young man named Mallory requested enrollment, and though he was somewhat of a weakling and seemed somewhat feminine if you looked hard enough, he didn't do all that badly. After six years of study, Mallory was able to use a sword well enough to become a mercenary just like her brother. Only, since the day she enrolled, she had continued to disguise both her body and her voice to that of a boy.


Now, at 26, she's still searching for her brother, working as a mercenary for hire just as he is. And it only took her ten years to figure out why she had given up everything to locate him- childhood fancy had grown into actual attraction. She's pretty certain that her brother could never return her feelings towards him, which is probably why she has continued to pose as a boy. At least that way, she'll be able to be close to him again, even if only as a good friend.

PERSONALITY
Mallory is persistant, if anything. Once she gets it into her mind to do something, she'll try every possible thing she can to get it done. This primarily applies to locating her brother, which is her main priority, but also applies to any of the work she takes on as a mercenary. As a result, she has been involved in more than one mission involving assasination or general killing, and it doesn't really bother her as much anymore. She will never back down from something once she has agreed to it, and her word is her solemn oath. Her three years as a mercenary-for-hire have given her a rather pessimistic viewpoint, and she has begun to look on the evils of the world as just the way things are.


APPEARANCE
Mallory stands at 5'7", with short blonde hair that falls away from the center of her part and is slightly messy in the back. Her eyes are a brownish gold, and she tends to wear armor and light cloaks both against the weather she faces on a daily basis, and to aid in protecting her identity as a girl.

[Mallorie was played by ataraxia for himitsu_sensou.]
[She was PB'd by Eagle, from Magic Knight Rayearth.]