3. Children of Sune (Arucal and Istaria Belmont)

Children of Sune (Arucal and Istaria Belmont)


  • Flomuxed: Arucal Belmont
    KateBush: Istaria Belmont

    The story will correctly portray any feats, stats and skills given to both characters. Statistics are evenly spread, so no 'bad related' habits will be shown. Such as lack of speach, low wisdom, etc.

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    "My dear, dear sister. We've only just arrived and already your scouting out your next Donation " I said casually as i watched my sister grope the passing males.
    "Oh, aru. We arrive and the first thing ~you~ do is flirt with that woman escort from the ship" Istaria playfully snapped back at me, leaning towards me and raising a finger, always smiling that cute little smile of hers.

    She had me there, i had been slacking off with our funds. All play and no work, to put it bluntly. Anyway,

    We've been on the road for several months now and we were on our way to Narfell. We had finally arrived, and we were glad. At least, i was, i couldn't really tell if Ista was glad to arrive or just glad to be around so many people.

    "Where is your sword?" I realised her sheathe was missing. Along with the shield she usually carries on her back. "And your shield?"

    A worried look in her eyes, she hastily checked her waiste. No sheathe. Then her back. No shield.

    "Ooooooooh!" She moaned a rather annoying moan, much like a childs. But she wasn't a child, she was 17 year old, a full grown woman.

    "There gone, aru!" She looked really upset. I sighed and patted her shoulder.

    "It's alright, i'll buy you another one" I smiled the warmest smile i had, and it worked. She cheered up and marched on towards this place called Adventurer's Life or something. A bland name, really.

    I bought her a new longsword as well as a new shield. She was happy once again. She does love her swords, once i've seen her kill two thugs with one swing. Impressive, to say the least.

    But as much as shese able to smite a man, shese equally capable of bringing one down to his knees and praise her. Shese quite the looker, you know. Any man would gladly kill or be killed to be with her.

    "Thank you aru!" She said with more then a hint of glee in her voice. She then pecked my cheek and we marched off towards the south.

    As for myself, I am Arucal Belmont. Eighteen year old child of sune.

    I am much like my sister in many ways, except one, really. I am, in fact, a man. Therefor, we are not totally alike. I pride myself in knowing my responsibilities of being an older brother.

    Me and my sister scout the land for beauty whether it be to see it, praise it, love it or appreciate it.


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