Evelyn Brandt

Evelyn Brandt
^Nohr

Art by "Andy"

Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Birthday: August 1

Class: Wyvern Rider
Level: 1
HP: 17
STR: 6
MAG: 0
SKL: 5
SPD: 4
DEF: 7
RES: 0
Weapon(s) Type and Rank(s): Axe – E

Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'7”
Weight: 127lbs
Clothing: Her current outfit is cobbled together from her old Academy uniform and whatever armor she’s been able to get her hands on. That said, she came from a noble family and misses wearing dresses and clothes made for form over function.

Profession: Freelancer
Alliance: Nohr, tentatively. She has no great love for her country, or hatred for Hoshido, but better the devil you know.
Hometown: Windmire
Likes: Mortimer, reading, helping people, the color blue
Dislikes: Being compared to her sister, people yelling at her, camping
Personality: Evelyn doesn't like conflict, which is a strange stance to have when you make your living as a freelance soldier. She is normally very timid and fears causing trouble for others by speaking up or asking questions, but once she gets on the back of her pet wyvern, Mortimer, and takes an axe in hand, she's willing to do whatever she has to in order to make she they both get to eat at the end of the day. She's usually very apologetic after every battle, and feels guilt for any lives she's forced to take to preserve her own and Mortimer's.

Although generally quiet and non-confrontational, she is almost as protective of Mortimer as he is of her. She hates to hear anyone talk ill of him, and will gladly throw herself in harm’s way to protect him. Even when she rides him into battle, it is with the confidence that she would never put him in a situation where he would be grievously injured. She finds that it is a lot easier to be brave when she has to be brave for someone else. She would certainly treat any human companions with the same devotion, but for now Mortimer is all she has.

Biography: She grew up as the second daughter of a pair of minor Nohrian nobles. Her older sister, Brigitte, excelled at all things. She was a prodigy in magic, a skilled tactician, charismatic and a leader to her peers, and even excelled in dance and music. Evelyn, on the other hand, constantly struggled. Whenever she faltered, her tutors, parents, and even other children always reminded her how Brigitte had grasped concepts better, faster, and with more dignity. Very quickly, she gave up trying at all.

Once they reached their teenage years, she and Brigitte were each in turn sent to a prestigious military academy outside of Windmire. They also both displayed an aptitude for magic, and Evelyn once again found herself constantly compared to her older sister. She felt like she was going to be trapped in her sister's shadow forever, until she saw a demonstration of Malig Knights put on for the magic students. She was instantly enthralled by the way the riders and mounts worked together, and vowed to one day join their ranks. She began practicing with a pilfered axe in secret, but given that she was a skinny, bookish teen with no instructor, she had only middling success. It didn't deter her.

At fifteen, Evelyn found a Wyvern chick in the woods outside the Academy. It felt like a sign, and she began to sneak it food between classes. When it became clear that no parent was coming for it, she swapped out her unsuccessful axe practice to care for it in her every spare moment. She named it Mortimer, and it became her closest companion.

She kept Mortimer a secret for three years, but soon he grew much too large to remain unnoticed. A few months before she was set to graduate from the Academy, she overheard a few of her teachers talking about a rogue wyvern spotted near the school and their plans to capture and potentially kill it. Terrified for Mortimer's safety, she packed a bag, found Mortimer, and fled to parts unknown.

She quickly realized, however, that she had few marketable skills. The only reason she and Mortimer didn't starve to death was the fact that Mortimer could easily catch and kill game for them to eat. When war erupted between Nohr and Hoshido, anyone with combat experience became in high demand, so Evelyn got her hands on an old axe and some armor and marketed herself and Mortimer in the only way she could: as a mercenary soldier and her mount.

Status: Single and probably not fit for romantic entanglements quite yet
Pet: Mortimer the Wyvern
Additional Notes:

• Evelyn suspects that Mortimer is an escaped domestic wyvern since she's never had trouble with training him, but she doesn't really know where he came from.
• She doesn't hate Brigitte, but as the source of a lot of anxiety and self-confidence issues she has never been close to her elder sister.
• She has always wanted someone to give her a nickname, but is too shy to ask to be called by one.
• Although more skilled with magic, she fights with an axe because magic makes Mortimer nervous and she wound up upside down in a hedge one too many times to force the issue. She figures she can eventually ease him into it and become a full-fledged Malig Knight someday in the future.