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Premise
Keen to prove herself as a judge, young Louisa Blakehaven is willing to take just about any mission to show her worth. So when the Arcadian emperor asks for volunteers, Blakehaven soon volunteered herself without truly considering the implications.

Setting
This RP takes place six years preceding XII (Because I haven’t had a chance to finish it) and follows the misadventures of the young Judge Blakehaven of Arcadia.
The world is Ivalice where the driving force is Arcadia and war is years from its declaration despite the whispered rumours.

The mission
‘Espers Ifrit, Shiva and Tonberry missing in action; Bahamut, Ramuh and Madeen are on the rampage. We need one Judge to investigate the desert of Rabanstre’s Westersand.’
- Judge Master Gris

Rewards
- Queen Slayer - Lance, sword of bow of choice
- Promotion by one rank
- 1000 Gil

Completed character Sheets

Player: Pilotslover
Name: Louisa Blakehaven
Known As: Blakehaven, Judge
Age: 21
Species: Hume
Rank/Job etc: Level 5 Judge
Principle Weapon: Spear
Other Weapons: Swords, Axes
Magic: Knows Cure. Desires basic black, white and green only.
Appearance:
Armoured - In keeping with her status, Louisa wears very plain armour; whilst clean it won’t even look very glamorous. The helmet - as with all imperials - covers her face fully; it has a pair of diminutive horns on either side. The whole ensemble is mercilessly buffed and cleaned by its wearer, making it clear that Blakehaven takes it and her job very seriously. The suit of armour lacks the distinctive cape of the higher level Judges but she is very keen indeed to add it.
Normal - Possessing rather plain features, one could almost not blame Louisa for hiding behind a judges helm! Her eyes are a pale grey shade of blue, her hair is a light brown and hangs to her shoulders, She is rather pale - thanks to wearing armour all the time - but even with this she is utterly indistinctive.
Like many who wear armor, Louisa is naturally muscular, however, Louisa manages to have this strength without being butch. This is not to claim she’s delicate, far from it but she has a decent enough figure.
Personality: Louisa is incredably stuffy and she can initially seem arrogant and rather self assured; this is due to years spent in training to be a Judge and it does not display her true self. Confident in her weapon wielding skill, Louisa often uses this as a crutch when times are hard. Authoritarian and strict, Louisa is a perfect example of the Law she champions so diligently; she is not one to go against the law and severely deals with anyone who does.
Louisa may not be the sharpest tool in the she but she is doggedly determined and does not often quit easily; despite being 21 she seems far older. Her devotion to the law can make her seem naïve, almost childlike in her steadfast belief in them. One could accuse her of ‘playing the fool’ but sometimes it genuinely is that she doesn’t know, of course, this means there are times when it is not!
History: Born and raised in Arcadia, Louisa has only ever wanted to be a judge Master; when other little girls were dreaming of marrying rich lords and raising families, she was wishing away her hours on the back of a Chocobo wielding a sword. This tomboyish, tree climbing girl was accepted into the Arcadian military at sixteen and has trained ever since. Each day has been a vigorous pursuit of riding, fighting and learning the law but Louisa relished most every day and learnt the lessons she was taught.
When she still lived at home, Louisa was an only child living in a secure and loving environment, being the daughter of a lord and lady, one would expect no less; the shared barracks and harsh realities of training were quite the education for her. Louisa has learnt a great many things in training and not all of them were to do with swords and the law.

Player: Pilotslover
Name: De’ath
Known as: De'ath, First Mate, Sir, Lizard (Garr only!)
Age: 30
Species: Bangaa
Rank/job etc: First mate, clan leader
Principle Weapon: Swords
Other Weapons: Daggers and bows
Magic: White (Cure only) Black
Appearance: De’ath is a characteristic Bangaa, tall and strong looking with large ears and a reptilian appearance. Being a blue skinned Bangaa, De’ath is slightly shorter then the average Bangaa but is still taller then the average Hume. His left ear is decorated by three plain silver clips and his right is rather ragged from some fight or another.
De’ath is presently lacking a considerable length from his tail thanks to a recent Elite Mark hunt with Garr, this seems to affect his balance a good deal since he is used to it being longer.
Personality: Bangaa tend to have a reputation for spoiling for a fight and in the past this has been true of De’ath too; however, he has mellowed of late and ends up often being the logical voice to Garr’s rampages.
He has a tendency to be rather passive aggressive, relying more on falling silent then rages, this isn’t to say he doesn’t sometimes but De’ath is aware that people expect Bangaa to fly off the handle so decides to be passive instead.
Possessing a noticeable lisp on his S’s, one would be a fool to bring attention to this since this is the one thing that will guarantee a broken limb or a scar.
De’ath finds Garr rather foolhardy but when the world is against him, De’ath can think of no one he would rather have by his side. Sometimes he will affect a put upon nature around Garr, as if fed up with him but it is really just an act.
History: Born in Rabanaster, De’ath had a very normal uneventful childhood.
He met a young and disturbing charismatic sky pirates only five years prior to this RP’s start, the two became fast friends after fighting off a band of Seeq bounty hunters. One of the founding members of the Clan, De’ath oversees a lot of the more normal things to keep it running; together the pair often end up fighting the stronger marks.
It was facing one such mark - only a week before the start of the RP - that De’ath lost his tail tip; it was quickly healed but De’ath opted to wait for it to grow rather then reattach it.

Name: Garr Monkey, Short for Garland, Captain, Captain Garr.
Age: 23
Species: Hume
Rank: Sky Pirate Captain and Clan Leader
Weapon of Choice (Just one): Katanas (thick ones like Auron uses)
Other possible Weapons (Two others): Swords, Poles
Magicks: Many, doesn't use magick though, he says it "Takes the fun out of fighting."
Appearance: The most noticable feature is his bright orange, spikey hair. He has red eyes that seem to be on fire, making some think of him as a demon, though it's just a trick of the light. His smile seems a little frantic, lending to the air of madness he seems to give off. He wears a straw pimp hat to hide his distinctive hair on the rare occaisons when he doesn't feel like drawing attention to himself. He wears a long, knee-length white coat draped over his shoulders with his clan insignia on the back, this coat is what identifies him as the clan leader. In battle the coat is removed and forgotten about. He also wears black trousers and black boots.
Personality: He is a total nut-job. He loves fighting and lives to battle the strongest opponents he can find. He isn't afraid of death and, as such, doesn't place much importance on defence, sometimes leaving himself wide-open in battle. He is strongly against using technicks and magicks in battle, saying they detract from the experience, taking the fun out of it. He is impulsive and quick to anger, often seeking to solve problems through violence even when the peaceful solutions are easier. He doesn't like to listen to other people and generally doesn't, one of the exceptions being his first mate (who generally stops him ramming other ships with his own ship). He is often mistaken for an idiot, however he can use his head rather effectively if forced.
History: He was once a member of a powerful clan, however he got kicked out for fighting with the other members too much so he started his own with a small group of people. They have quickly earned the reputation of being a band of troublemakers, many of whom have since earned a bounty on their heads... there's some more I'd like to include, but I need a little more time to work on it.

Player: shadowangelx
Name: Cephas
Known As: The Fortress of Might
Age: 30
Species: hume
Rank/Job etc: an escort for a variety of clients, prefers the more dangerous missions
Principle Weapon: b*****d sword ((a really big sword, like Cloud's))
Other Weapons: (x2) katana and dikatana ((has twice the length of a normal katana))
Magick: power ups
Appearance: Wears a black coat and a red bandana. The bandana is to cover up his baldness. Scar accross his left eye, can't use the eye, which makes his right eye stronger than normal. Taller than a normal person by 4 inches. Brown eye turns red when angered.
Personality: He's usually a very mellow guy. He has only been seen angry on the battlefield. This usually happens either when the opponents show dishonor, or when he's taking on an unusually powerful monster. He will also let his anger out on anyone who threatens his current client.
History: He was born as the son of gaurd. His father lost his life in a situation with a man of power. He was 8 at the time, and tried to save his father's life. A sword struk his left eye as he pushed his father out of the way of the man's blade. This made him blind in that eye for the rest of his life. After his father was killed, the killer punished him severly. From that point on, he wanted to get stronger to avenge his father's death. One day, when he was older and stronger, he found out that his father comitted a terrible crime, and was sentanced to death. Upon realizing that, he dedicated his life to atone for his foolishness. And even though he doesn't particularly like killing anyone, he must kill anyone who tries to kill his clients. Thus, he creates more reasons for atonement. He considers his eye a constant reminder of what he has dedicated his life to.

Player: Decronite (That guy who rocked you socks that one time.)
Name: Murry
Known As: Mog, Murry, Pomless
Age: Unknown
Species: Moogle
Rank/Job etc: Merchant, Mage
Principle Weapon: Chop Sticks
Other Weapons: (x2) Spears, Dynomite
Magic: Fire, Blizzard, Thunder, - Desires Higher Black only
Appearance: His small bat like wings erect from his gray back, he wears a large straw hat with two slits from his abnormally large ears (even for a moogle) He wears a black sleeveless robe and a yellow scarf, His Mog eyes are a clear green. He has no pom on the top of his head it seems to have been cut off.
Personality: Murry is an unusually angry Moogle, He seems intent on blowing things up whenever he gets a reason, and he usually makes a reason. His Temperment is almost psychotic in nature, Trusting few and befriending none this moogle is an outcast from the rest of his usually friendly race.
History: Murry was exiled from the moogle race when he was quite young, after he maimed one of his childhood friends accidentally ripping off his wings. Murry was punished by having his Pom removed, the most shameful act to do upon a Moogle, Without his Pom Murry is known as an outcast and is shuned by all moogles No exception. In return Murry has developed a hatred for moogles that stems deep, and rarely hesitates to attack them.
Additional: If any other Moogles joins RP Murry is forced to ignore the moogle at all costs, If he becomes annoyed with the moogle he will attack, All moogles that join the RP will automatically HATE Murry, Murry may get along with other outcasts but will never stay attached. The Stigma of the missing Pom still burried deep in his mind he will eventually look down on the fellow outcast no matter how delicate there ordeal. This of course means Murry Hates himself, and has a tendency to destroy mirrors.

Elec - Approved so far, obviously.

PL

A single ship flew in from above the convoy, hidden by the light of the sun until it was too late. It slammed straight in to the top of one of the smaller ships. Stuck together they crashed in to the ship next to it and all three began to descend. Someone jumped from the original ship and on to the top of the nearby flagship just as the other three ships exploded.

"Ahhhhh, what a rush!"

Garr had a massive grin on his face, a think trickle of blood running from his orange hairline to the edge of his lips. He had his long white coat draped over his shoulders, fastened at the neck with a clasp. A long sword hilt rose from beneath the collar in the direction of his right shoulder, another hilt was at his waist and he held a large battle pole in his right hand. A hatch on top of the ship opened and he could see lots of Imperial swordsmen scrambling out, he grinned and walked forwards to challenge them.

"Lets see what the Empire has to offer, it's been a long time since I had a good fight, try not to go down too easy."

He held himself ready and waited for them to attack first. They obliged by all charging at the same time. With a few deft swings of his pole he had taken them all down. He walked past them all and entered the ship.

"No fun at all. I hope there are some judges on this ship at least."

Garr turned and grinned at Louisa.

"Judge? Good, I hope you're more entertaining than these worthless guys, they were barely worth destroying my own ship for."

He dropped the unconcious soldier he'd been holding and undid the clasp on his coat. He waited for her to finish drawing her lance, and then he moved. He darted forwards with such speed that his coat was left where he'd been standing. He gripped his rod horizontally with two hands, brought the left side forwards, then back even more as he swung the right side at her chest.

"I don't answer to that name Blake, it's Garr, now don't forget it."

The pole smacked against her lance and he pushed against it, testing her strength.

"Heh, at least you've got spirit."

Garr suddenly stopped pushing, stepped to the side and readied a strike to her helmet for when she tumbled past him.