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it was a tattered and weather-worn piece of paper, tacked on the castle wall. the edges were torn, the corners were peeling, and the text was barely legible, but everyone in town knew what it said. It was Registration for the Fictional Army. a rag tag group of rebels, led by seven battle saints, that anyone in town could relay to you in order of rank descending.

first, there was the Dark General. a tactful powerful man, who wields a 2 handed sword, like a toy in one hand. he has a polite side towards his friends, but once wronged, is an unmatched force. many of the F.A's troops, and maybe even the other Generals, see him as somewhat of a father/ role model, since he;s had a rough past and watches over the innocent, not that he act like one much. though he is a master outlaw, they revere him.

then the Ghost General, who is always disappearing and impossible to sense, unless you were the Dark General, who even then had a tough time of it. always just out of reach and impossible fast, silent, and agile, very much so, like a living ghost.

The Blade General, who can cut near perfect, with just a glance. his sword is a brilliant flash before death, and it's not an extension of his arm. it's an extension of his soul. it moves like liquid metal at his wrist.

The Range General, a master archer with a sapling willow bow, and a quiver at his waist. his aim is incredible, and terrifying. only his poison arrows whistle. but he doesn't much use those, for he only needs one shot.

The Defense General, called so for his large thick shield and strong suit of armor. he also specializes in defensive strategies, and he's the one who keeps the Sanctum of the Seven secure. ( sanctum of the seven is just a nickname made by the locals, to be entertaining and that)

i'm working on my seven, this is a short summary. later i'll post full bios. someday. i may even switch up my current staff. but the dark and ghost stay. they ar ethe whole reason i made this. if you'd like to apply to the fictional army, pm me. i'll see what i can do.