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Minor: Dark Flier, Immortal, Boxer (Pugilist), Exploitive, Swordmaster, Angry Cinnamon Roll, Tripping, Perpetual Cheer, Chef, Blacksmith, Pegasus Knight, Teacher, Librarian, Masochist, Literal-Minded, Authoritative, Middle Age, Wyvern Rider.

Standard: Elemental, Deaf, Foreign, Future sight, Tiny, Nurse/Medic, Valmese Tactician, Medusa, Amazon, Genderfluid, Gift from Validar + evil to good, Mind Control, Banshee, Bard, Dancer, Mimic, Emotionless, Crippling Overspecialization (Idiot Savant), Coward, ESP, POW, PTSD, Magician, Mute, Savage, Handicapped, Secret Helper, Crazy, Respawn, MPD, Morpher, Dreamwalker, Motherly, Lich, Twins, Regenerating, Animal Whisperer (horse/wyvern), Naga/Tiki Assistant, Sleepless, Plant, Fairy, Deadly Touch, Mind Reader, Doppelganger, Arachne, D&D magic, Umbramancer.

Unlikely: Chrom's child, Minotaur, Paladin, Werewolf, Assassin, Future Soldier, Bounty Hunter, Weather control, Kleptomaniac, Druid, Steampunk, Shadow Familiar, Magic Augmentation, Lucky, Exile, Piper (Charmer), Gladiator, Witch Doctor, Centaur, Drunk, Demon, Punk, Harpy, Revenant, Luck Manipulation, Demon Summoner, Megalomaniac, Kitsune, King of Plegia, Mood Ring, Reverse Aging, Hammerspace, Prostitute, Demon Hunter, Cyborg, Maid/Servant/Butler, Deadlord, Rebellion, Einherjar, Trap, Yandere, Living Weapon, Size Shifter, Queen of Plegia, Gluttonous, Stretchy, Ninja, Alchemist, Protoss, Spirit Manipulation, Invisible, Plegian Honor Guard, Mecha, Kryptonian, Creator, Orc, Memory Stealing Respawn, Racer, Khan, Elder God, Misfortune, Vampire Hunter.

Other: Pokemon Trainer, Self-insert, Second Generation replacement, Dimensional Walker, Cycle, Fates.

Multiple Personality Disorder Robin, requested by SirHaloFan. Though this is less MPD and more just a shared body.

"C'mon! Try harder!" Vaike bellows. He swings the practice axe hard at her legs. The girl nimbly jumps out of the way, snarling at him. "If you're mad, put your anger into it! Fight with your heart!"

"Fuck you!" Audax snaps. She ducks under the next attack and jumps to bring her practice hammer down in a hefty overhead blow.

She's far too slow. Vaike dodges effortlessly and kicks her in the stomach after she lands which sends her sprawling into the dirt of the training ground. "Too slow! What were you plannin' to hit with that? A snail? You won't beat The Vaike like that!"

"Audax…"

The white-haired girl spits at him, baring her teeth in a feral snarl. She rises to her feet and drags her weapon up with her. "This thing's weight is all wrong! How do you expect me to practice with this?!"

"D-Don't yell at him."

"Well we can't have ya using that thing." Vaike snorts, nodding his head to the massive mordenkrad sitting next to his axe on a log not far off. "That'd squish my head like a melon!"

"No it won't, because I can't fucking hit you!" Audax growls. She swings her weapon again, but Vaike hooks his axe around the head of the hammer and yanks it from her hands. "See? See!?"

"You can't very well use our actual weapon in sparring, you know this."

Vaike rolls his eyes. It's clear that they won't make any progress today. Audax is angry, which is fine, but she's not making good use of that anger, instead she's making excuses. "Alright, Vaike gets it, we're done for today."

"What?!"

"I can see you ain't gonna improve right now, so it's probably good if we stop." The blonde-haired man points out.

"A-Audax…"

"No! You said we'd train for a full hour!"

"And we would if you weren't busy being all pouty instead o' fighting!" Vaike snorts.

"Are you calling me childish?" Audax snarls.

"Do not rise to the bait Audax. You're letting your anger get the best of you again."

"Hell yeah I am squirt." Vaike taunts. He knows how much Audax's childish body frustrates her, and it's a sure-fire way to get her to rage.

Her red eyes narrow into a glare. "You did not just call me squirt."

"Ooh… show him how much of a woman you can be!"

"Libidine, not now."

"If you say so kid." Vaike continues. He turns his back to her and starts slowly walking to put away his practice weapon. "Come get me when you're ready to put that anger to good use instead o' throwing a tantrum."

Within seconds her hand is on his shoulder and her nails digging into his skin. Audax's voice is cold and furious. "We're going again."

"Audax, no."

"Audax yes! Keep playing"

"Are we?" Vaike asks, hiding his grin.

"Yes. I'm going to kick your ass for those remarks." She seethes.

"N-not again…"

"Finally." Vaike thinks, turning to face the angry girl. He lets a smile break out over his face. "Well come at me then squirt, show Teach you're more than you look!"

###

"Honestly you two, there are ways to communicate other than smashing each other with blunt weapons." Lissa scolds as she heals them both up. Audax opens her mouth, but the healer cuts her off. "And don't try to blame Vaike! You know full well he was taunting you, and don't pretend Cessabit and Timor didn't try to stop you!"

The girl snaps her jaw closed and glares at Lissa. The princess is right of course, both Cessabit and Timor were very vocal about her not getting carried away, but she did anyways. "But Lib-"

"You know better than to listen to Libidine! She thinks with her hormones and not her head!" Lissa groans.

"I do not!"

"Yes you do."

"Y-Yeah…"

"And Vaike, stop baiting her!" The princess continues. "It's not nice to try and get her mad!"

"C'mon, Aud fights best when she's mad!" Vaike protests. "I was helping!"

"No, you weren't." Lissa says firmly as she finishes the healing. "Now run along, and I better not see you two doing this again!"

The two step back out into the hall, sulking. They walk in silence for a few seconds before Vaike speaks. "I totally won that."

"Like hell you did, I was kicking your ass." Audax scoffs. "If Frederick hasn't stopped us I would have beaten you."

They stare each other down, with Vaike grinning confidently and Audax snarling. The girl speaks again.

"Cess, who won?"

Audax hears a mental sigh from the other girl. "A spar in inconclusive until a hit is landed, and in that last match neither of you did so. Who 'would have won' is a pointless argument, as battle is not so easily predictable."

"Killjoy…"

"What'd she say?"

"Nothing useful."

"How 'bout we settle this another way then?" Vaike suggests with a sly smile.

"How?"

"We can have a different competition. Whoever can go through five training dummies the fastest wins!"

"Audax-"

"Are you trying to lose? You're on!"

"Not again…"

###

"I-I don't know…"

"C'mon Timor, we go to the bar all the time!" Vaike wheedles.

"No, you and Audax go to the bar all the time." The timid girl mumbles. "I've never gone."

"First time for everything!"

"B-But what if I make a fool of myself?"

"Tim, everyone makes a fool of 'emselves when we go to the bar. That's half the point!"

"It's pretty fun Timor, you should do it!"

"If you don't want to, don't let Vaike bait you into it. That said, stepping out of your comfort zone is also important."

"More time with Vaike is always a good thing! You should go!"

"Ooh…" Timor whimpers. She wrings her hands nervously. "I don't know…"

"All the other Shepherds will be there!" Vaike continues. "Even Sumia'll be there; you two could talk about yer books!"

Timor's ears immediately perk up.

"Hit the sweet spot."

"Well, that settles that."

"Sumia is fine too I guess…"

"Well… if Sumia is coming I suppose I could go." Timor says reluctantly. Her grey eyes flick hesitantly up to the blonde man.

"Yeah! That's the spirit!" Vaike cheers. He throws an arm around the girl, who fidgets nervously at the contact. "Let's go!"

"N-Now!?"

"Yeah! Everyone else has already left, I came to get you." The fighter laughs, leading her to the door. "C'mon!"

"Oh dear, oh dear…"

###

"Timor!" Sumia laughs, hugging the timid girl. "Oh, I didn't think you'd come!"

"V-Vaike convinced me." She mumbles. Timor clutches her mordenkrad with one hand while returning the pegasus knight's hug with the other.

"She still insisted on bringing the hammer though." Vaike chuckles. "Self defence she says."

"Well of course!" Lissa chimes in. "A cute girl like her can't be without protection! What if some drunk tried to bother her?"

"She can't hit them with the hammer." Chrom reminds them sternly. "I can't condone permanent injury of random people, even if they are drunk."

"Asshole shouldn't be getting drunk if they know they'll be a nuisance. A good smash serves em' right."

"Well, I agree with the first part at least. However I side with Chrom on the matter of dealing with said people."

"I-It's just a deterrent." Timor mumbles. "And it makes me feel safe…"

"I'll hold you to that." The prince warns. "No hammering."

"Aww…"

"What? You expected something? Timor isn't you Lib."

"No hammering." The girl nods in quiet agreement.

"You'll be fine Tim." Vaike laughs, patting the girl on the back. "Now let's get some booze in here! It's time to party!"

###

"Which one of you is it today?" Emmeryn asks apologetically. From this distance she can't see the color of Robin's eyes, so she can't tell which personality is in control.

To clarify, "Robin" is the name of the body Audax, Timor, Cessabit, and Libidine share. More often than not they introduce themselves as Robin rather than their actual names to reduce confusion and not have to explain their shifting control to every person they meet. This doesn't apply to Emmeryn, but most people outside of the Shepherds aren't aware of it and just know them as Robin.

"It is Cessabit you Highness." The yellow-eyed girl says with a bow. Her calm tone alone is a dead giveaway as to her identity. "Audax has control today, but she gave me time to have this discussion."

"Ah, well thank her for me." The Exalt murmurs.

"You're welcome."

"She can hear you Milady." Cessabit responds quietly. "The others can always hear, see, smell, touch, and taste through the active one."

"Right, of course." Emmeryn coughs. She clearly feels a bit abashed that she can't remember details about her brother's tactician. "Let us move on to the main topic."

"Of course."

"Plegia is mobilizing, and while I am loath to admit it we must prepare for war." Emmeryn says solemnly. "I want to ask you and Chrom to go to Ferox and ask for an alliance."

"What do we have to offer them? They have little reason to join a war with an ally that has next to no army." Cessabit points out. This has been a point of contention before; Chrom, Lissa, and even the council are against the Exalt's demobilization policy. It's only Emmeryn who's kept this policy afloat, and that's only because she is in control and not someone else.

The exalt clearly recognizes the silent scolding Cessabit is directing at her, and grimaces slightly. "I know. That's why I'm authorizing you to offer them the secrets of Brave crafting in return."

Cessabit blinks. Brave weapons are Ylisse's ultimate advantage, developed by Emmeryn's father during the height of the last Plegia-Ylisse war. They're an extremely potent type of weapon; Braves are frail, but sharp and light. It takes a master to properly use one, but they're horrifically powerful in the right hands. "You are willing to hand out such a dangerous secret?"

"What other choice do we have?" Emmeryn whispers. "We have nothing else of substance to offer."

Cessabit contemplates this silently, sighs, and nods. "I suppose that is true. I hope we do not regret this in the future. Ferox may be amicable now, but we cannot speak for future khans."

"We also cannot speak for future exalts." Emmeryn reminds her. "Should another end up like my father, perhaps it is only right we have a level playing field so other nations may defend themselves."

The tactician raises an eyebrow. "That's surprisingly big picture thinking for you Milady."

"Surprisingly?"

"With all due respect you've been very narrow minded thus far, thinking only of your immediate circumstances." Cessabit says bluntly. "You refuse to keep a halfway decent army, even just as a defence force, which is coming back to bite us now, and you have done nothing to help Plegia recover over the last ten years you've been ruling despite Ylisse having more than enough food to spare and superior technology and learning Plegia could benefit from."

Emmeryn feels abashed, but that's not unusual when dealing with Cessabit. The tactician has spared no expense in expressing her disapproval of a number of Emmeryn's policies. The exalt doesn't want this to devolve into another ideological debate though, it is neither the time nor the place. "Be that as it may. We can argue at another time. Will you accept this mission?"

"Of course I will." The tactician says instantly. "I presume the Shepherds as a whole are being sent?"

"Yes."

"We'll leave within the end of the week." Robin says firmly. She bows and, not waiting to be dismissed, sharply turns about and exits the room.

###

"Gack!" Vaike coughs as the tactician pulls the handle of her practice weapon up against his neck, choking him. He pats her arm twice, showing his surrender, and she releases the pressure and removes her weapon. "Haaah… Gods, yer brutal as always, ain't ya Cess?"

"I'll take that as a complement. In battle, brutal and competent are interchangeable terms." The yellow eyed girl says camly. "You're still too slow in reacting to mix-ups. I grappled you without much resistance."

"I'm pretty sure that's just cuz' you're fast and not cuz' I'm slow." Vaike snorts. He massages his throat with a grimace.

"Vaike, in a battle those might as well be the same thing." Cessabit berates. "You're stronger than me anyways, you should have been able to break out from that before I started choking you too badly."

"You ain't that weak." He scoffs.

"Relative to you? Yes I am." The tactician retorts. "Just like you're slow compared to me."

"Keep rubbing it in why don't ya…"

"As long as you keep losing, I will keep mentioning it." Cessabit scolds. "We all need to keep improving, and you've shown no signs of improvement towards breaking free from or resisting them."

"Ah geez, you're almost as bad as Freddy." Vaike sighs. He throws an arms over the girl's shoulder. "Stop being so uptight Cess."

"I'm not being uptight. You're just being lazy."

"Hey, s'all relative right? Might as well be the same thing." Vaike teases.

"Don't try to turn my own logic back on me." Cessabit huffs. "I told you that logic applies to battle."

"You just don't wanna admit you can't chill out."

"And you don't want to put in the work to actually improve your fighting. You just want to look 'buff'."

"Hey, the ladies love it!"

"True… until they see your massive ego."

"Which ones?"

"Uh… Lib?"

"So true~!"

"I think we can both agree Libidine is not representative of most women."

###

The mordenkrad slams down on the Risen fighter's head with a sickening crunch, and it explodes into black mist. Despite the biting cold the purple-eyed girl is smiling widely as she crushes monster after monster with her oversized weapon.

"Are you alright Vaike?" Libidine asks cheerily as she hefts her hammer once more.

"Y-Yeah." The man says through chattering teeth. He sorely regrets not wearing his coat. "T-The Vaike is f-f-fine!"

"I call bullshit."

"H-He must be freezing."

"That's what he gets for being stubborn."

"You don't look fine~!" Libidine sings teasingly. Despite the fact that they're on a battlefield in the freezing cold the girl is totally unphased. She skips through the snow with her giant weapon to walk by Vaike's side. She pointedly fluffs her fur coat, and giggles internally at Vaike's grimace. "I could help, are you suuure you're okay?"

"The Vaike is always fine." He says stubbornly. The blonde man stomps through the snow, trying to find something else to hit as Libidine trails behind him.

While teasing him is fun, the girl decides she's had her fill of entertainment. She skips ahead of him, and says "hold this" and shoves her hammer into his free hand. Libidine quickly unbuttons her coat, runs around back of Vaike, and jumps on his back. She adjusts her coat so that it covers (most) of their bodies, and snuggles against his back.

"Erm… I can't fight like this Lib."

"Oh, well then I guess you'll just have to go back to the caravan and get your coat." She hums.

"You can't be serious! Th-The Vaike is-"

"Half frozen? Yeah, you are." Libidine huffs. She blows air against his ear, and he shudders violently. "Go back to the convoy."

"Grr…"

###

"Whut?" Vaike grumbles through his stuffy nose. He shrinks deeper into his pile of blankets. His eyes are red-ringed and his voice is hoarse from sickness. "Here tot say you tod me so?"

"Well if you don't want the soup..." Libidine huffs with a smile. She sits down next to him and hands him the bowl, which he reluctantly accepts.

"Tank you." The blonde man sighs.

"You really shouldn't be so reckless." She scolds gently. With a dramatic sweep of her arm to her head, she adds, "What would I do if you got hurt?"

"Kill da guy who get me." He suggests with a weak grin.

"Oh I will." Libidine hums with a deceptively serene smile. "But I'd much prefer that didn't happen."

"Hey, der's a reason the Vaike stays ner you." The man grunts. "You're one crazy fightar. If anyone cahn keep meh safe, iz you."

"I think his cold's getting to his head."

"Aww, thank you~!" She coos. "But you'd be more safe if you just put in a bit more effort in training. There's only so much I can do with this small little body."

Vaike snorts. "Says the gurl that reguarly bets me in sparring."

"Oh, that's mostly Cess. I don't spar all that much." Libidine giggles.

"Yeah, because the first time you sparred you broke Chrom's arm. With a practice hammer."

"Y-You're too intense Libidine…"

"Hush."

"They talkin'?"

"Always. Apparently I'm 'too intense'." Libidine smiles. "A little girl like me~!"

Vaike smiles nervously. "Well I can't say der wrong."

"Not you too! I am not intense." Libidine huffs. "I'm just affectionate and cute~!"

"Sure…"

###

"Come on, just let me…" Libidine murmurs. She's sitting on her bed in a room at Ferox castle, talking with the others before bed.

"No. Timor couldn't handle it." Cessabit refuses.

"I'm all for it." Audax says.

"N-N-No…" Timor mumbles. "I-I-I wouldn't know what to do!"

"Ugh… why do we all have to share the same body?" Libidine bemoans. "Then I could just do this on my own."

"Hey now." Audax growls. "I'm a fan of this idea, and it's not like Timor and Cess don't like him. Timor's just squeamish."

"Be nice." Cessabit scolds.

"What? It's true." Audax huffs.

"So we're waiting a bit longer?" Libidine sighs.

"Yes." Cessabit say firmly.

"We can't wait forever for Timor to gather her nerves." Libidine warns. "Unless we're just abandoning the idea, we should act soon."

"Ooh…" Timor mumbles. "I-I…"

"We'll wait for a bit longer." Libidine sighs. "But give us your decision soon please."

"O-Okay…"

"By the way." Cessabit says suddenly. "Audax, I'm going to borrow some time off you tomorrow to plan for that tournament."

"Ah, right, that. Fine." Audax grumbles. She's particularly prickly about having her time taken away. "Are we going to fight in it?"

"Probably. I was thinking yourself actually."

"Not Lib?"

"We don't want to kill them. This is a tournament."

"I resent that."

"Lib, you don't know how to hold back."

"I think I've done rather well so far. Outside of combat I haven't done anything egregious." Libidine huffs. "I think I've been rather tame."

"Yeah, she hasn't jumped Vaike yet." Audax says sarcastically. "Although I wouldn't call her subtle."

"I think that's enough for today." Cessabit says. "I don't think we're getting anywhere with this argument."

"Fine." Libidine sighs. She slips under the covers and extinguishes the candle on the nightstand next to them, and closes her eyes and goes to sleep.

I think this is a decent ending point. Here's to hoping all the italics and underlines translate through to the site intact.

Sand Soldier: Maybe, but I won't be using it in the way you hope. I'm bad at writing fight scenes to begin with, and a story-breaking power just makes it so the fights have no stakes and therefore are actually rather boring.

Guest: No. Sorry, but… no. I don't do very well with comedy or crack ideas, and frankly don't have an interest in them.

Tacobell: Why not? It's boring if Robin is white-haired, average build every time. I've changed up the appearance every single chapter, why are you only questioning this now?

Some guy paragon: As I've probably mentioned before, I'm not very knowledgeable with other games, and I haven't played any of those that you've mentioned. I have to veto those outright because I'm not putting in that much effort for just one chapter.

sailingship: I have, and done so multiple times. And Chrom is just an easy pairing, so I have more freedom when I work with him rather than having to work around a different character.

Guest: No, I've never played that. I get the idea though. My point of reference for the respawn idea is Log Horizon, as they did something similar with the EXP system. (albeit much more toned down)

Vanderspiegel: Cuthulu a strange one but sure. I won't be touching the Blazing sword idea until I play the game, which may not be for a while, and seeing what I have of the older games I'm not so certain I'm even going to like them enough to bother writing about them, so don't hold your breath. Misfortune Robin seems curious… not sure how I'm going to deal with that but I'll put it on the list. I'll put Vampire Hunter up there too, but that might require a bit too much changing of the world to work in this collection.