"Gods, what happened here?" Chrom said to himself as he and the rest of the Shepherds approached a completely obliterated horse-drawn wagon, or at least what was left of it, in the middle of the road leading to the next village. Other than the mostly smooth, dirt trail, the verdant, green plains on one side of the trail, the thick, tree-infested, bush surrounding woods on the other, and the calm, almost cloudless blue sky above, the Shepherd's long hike had been mostly peaceful and uneventful… until now.

Other than the multitude of wagon pieces scattered across the ground, the Shepherds, upon examining the display of utter destruction closer, could conclude that this particular wagon had been carrying an incredibly diverse collection of goods, as pieces of, well, pretty much anything were spread around just as much as the pieces of the obliterated wagon were. The only thing that wasn't in pieces and scattered across the trail (thank gods), was the one and only person who all of the Shepherds presumed was the owner of the said wrecked wagon and broken items, who had been busy gathering what little of her wagon and belongings she had left to the side until she finally acknowledged the Shepherds' presence after she had just finished dragging a big, flat, rectangular board towards the rest of her belongings. Once finished, she dusted her hands off, fixed her surprisingly familiar ponytailed, red hair, graced an equally similar merchant smile, stretched her arms out in a welcoming manner, and jovially said, "Welcome to Anna's Welcome Wagon!" Her smile faltered a bit as she made a quick, nervous, awkward glance back at what was left of her belongings. "Or at least, what's left of it anyway," she murmured nervously to herself. Her smile quickly came back at full force just as quickly as it had momentarily left, and she said, "I'm sorry, but right now, we're a little bit low on stock, so it'd be much appreciated if you'd come back another time, 'kay?"

"Sis?" the Shepherd's Anna called out, squeezing her way through the Shepherds to confront her identical sister.

The other Anna's eyes widened in surprise. "Anna? Is that really you?"

The Shepherd's Anna nodded and smiled. "Of course it's me silly!" She then rested her pointer finger on her face, winked playfully, and asked, "Who else could possibly be this cute?"

The other Anna laughed. "Of course!" she said as they ran up and lovingly embraced each other. "You were always the one with the looks in the family!"

The Shepherd's Anna blushed and rejected the compliment with a wave of her hand. "Oh stop!" She then raised her index finger up, and said, "Besides, if anyone has the looks in the family, it'd definitely be Anna, right?"

The other Anna thought for a moment, before nodding her head enthusiastically in agreement, and answering, "Oh yes, you're absolutely right! How could I have possibly forgotten about her?" She then playfully punched herself on the side of her head and stuck her tongue out accordingly. "Silly me!" she cried.

"Ahem," a firm voice hailed from behind the Shepherd's Anna. The two identical siblings turned their heads to find that a slightly awkward Chrom had silently made his way towards the sisters and had been standing there, patiently waiting on them to catch up until now. "I'd hate to intrude on the family reunion," Chrom began, "but," his eyes narrowed solemnly as he surveyed the wreckage surrounding them, "just what happened here?"

The Welcome Wagon Anna frowned, and explained, "Well, I was just minding my own business, when all of a sudden, bandits jumped out from the bushes surrounding the woods, scared off my horses, restrained me, raided my inventory, and completely destroyed everything they weren't interested in!" She shrugged, and continued, "Who knows what they would've done to me if that young man hadn't shown up and sent their sorry butts packing!" She then let out an exasperated sigh, and added, "Though, it would've been nice if he had come to my rescue a little bit sooner. By the time he had entered the scene, most of those bandits had already gone off with most of my stuff, and as you know, any merchandise sold by an Anna is of the highest quality! No more, no less."

"Here here!" Chrom's Anna cried, raising her fist enthusiastically up into the air in agreement.

"Where is he now?" Chrom asked.

Welcome Wagon Anna pointed towards the thick, dark woods, and answered, "After he checked to see if I was alright, he ran into the woods. He must be trying to get my stuff back for me."

"Aw, that's so sweet!" Chrom's Anna said.

Welcome Wagon Anna smiled and nodded in agreement. "I know right? If he succeeds, I might just give him a discount for all his troubles!"

"Aw, you're so sweet Anna!"

"Aw, and you're so sweet for telling me I'm so sweet Anna!"

"Um… a discount?" Chrom asked, cocking one of his eyebrows upward in mild surprise. "Is that it?"

Welcome Wagon Anna shrugged and smiled. "What can I say? Business is business!"

"Of course!" Chrom's Anna said. "And bandits are bad for business, right Chrom?" she asked, looking at Chrom expectantly.

"Um… right!" Chrom answered after a slight moment of hesitation. He turned towards Welcome Wagon Anna, and said, "We'll make sure those bandits won't trouble you or anyone else and further." He nodded solemnly to show how firm his resolve was. "You have my word."

Welcome Wagon Anna placed her index finger on her face and gave Chrom and amused grin. "Your word, huh? And do you also promise to return all the items they stole?"

Chrom nodded. "Of course. That goes without saying."

"And do you also promise to bring that young man back if you find him? I'd like to thank him personally for all of the trouble I've caused him."

Chrom nodded. "Of course."

"And do you also promise to help carry my things until we get to the next village?"

"W-Well, I guess since you don't have any means of carrying it all by yourself, your request is certainly quite reasonable."

"And do you also promise to buy me a new wagon and new horses from your very own pockets?"

"You're pushing it."

"Well, look who we've got here boys!" the leader of the bandits, Bensen, cried after letting out a hearty laugh. "An intruder!"

"…."

"You know, you've got a lot of nerve, breaking into our base of operations and sneaking around like some kind of thief in the night!" Bensen said, casually pacing around his men, who had managed to encircle their captive, giving the young man little chance of escape.

"…."

"Well, you know what we do to people like you?" Bensen asked, pointing dramatically at their captive, a smug smirk on his face, daring the young man to answer his question. "Huh?! Well, do you?!"

"…."

Bensen frowned. "Um, hello?"

"…."

"Hey!" Bensen cried, red-faced. "Are you even listening to me?! Answer the question you nincompoop!"

Their captive ever so slightly cocked an eyebrow in genuine surprise. "Oh, sorry," the young man said in a completely deadpan monotone. "I thought that that was a rhetorical question."

"Grrr," Bensen growled, extremely irritated that he wasn't getting the reaction he both expected and desired, or, better yet, he was extremely irritated that he wasn't getting much of a reaction at all. The man he was trying to talk to wore a red and yellow cape, with red and yellow boots, red, fingerless gloves, a red belt adorned with a silver belt buckle, and red clothes with a yellow stripe right down the middle and stopping at his pants, and wielded a sword with, oddly enough, a miniature, brown teddy bear attached to the hilt (attire and equipment strangely similar to that of many an Anna the bandits had bore witness to throughout the land). He was well built, though he still maintained a mostly slim physique, had a youthful face, and his head bore some of the smoothest, red hair Bensen and his men had ever seen, with luscious red bangs covering his forehead (bangs similar to those of the Anna some of his men had robbed earlier that day) and soft, wavy sideburns to subtly complete the look.

Too bad his personality didn't at all match his colorful attire, accessories and ravishing good looks. The moment Bensen and his men had caught him, they were quick to realize the unfortunately dull, practically lifeless, personality of their captive. This guy was about as friendly as a rock! The only time Bensen had been fortunate enough to spot even a shred of emotion from him was when he and his men had caught him red-handed snooping around the moment he realized he had been caught, his eyes had widened ever so slightly in surprise and dread; however, after that one second glimpse of emotion, the man had, almost instantaneously, regained his composure and slowly and calmly placed one of his hands on his sword's hilt, fully prepared to use his sword if need be. There was arguably not even a hint of anger in his eyes as his eyes quickly darted between each and every one of the bandits who were contributing to his current predicament. Either this man was cool as ice or he had absolutely no experience at emoting, and with the discover of his utterly deadpan tone of voice, Bensen and his men were leaning more towards the latter.

"Well it wasn't a rhetorical question!" Bensen cried.

A long and awkward silence. "So… what do you do with people like me?" the young man finally asked, in the exact same deadpan voice as he had used mere moments before.

Bensen was very close to pulling his hair out of his head in frustration. "We kill them you dolt!" he cried.

Another long and awkward silence. "Well, okay then," the young man casually replied.

Bensen and his fellow bandits couldn't believe their ears. "'Well, okay then'?!" Bensen repeated incredulously. "I just told you that we're about to kill you, and all you've got to say is, 'Well, okay then'?!"

The young man blushed ever so slightly, averting his gaze to the side as he chose to continue his exchange with the leader of these bandits. "Sorry," he apologized quietly. "I'm not very good at holding a conversation." After another moment of awkward silence, he quickly and quietly added, "I'm not very good at much of anything, really."

The smug smirk returned to Bensen's face the moment he spotted the first traces of weakness emanating from his, admittedly enigmatic, hostage. "Well then, that'll make this all the easier, now won't it?"

To Bensen and his men's surprise, the young man's blush and evident insecurities about himself quickly vanished, his face and posture once again regaining the previously imposing yet somehow extremely vague mystique he had just moments before. "I wouldn't say that," he calmly countered. "I've had my own fair share of rodeos." He got into a fighting stance, slowly drawing his blade out of its case. "And today I'm feeling particularly motivated."

Bensen raised an eyebrow in surprise as he frowned in disappointment from how quickly the young man had calmed his nerves. "Hm?"

"What can I say?" the young man quietly mused. "Fighting for your relatives really gives a guy an extra kick, you know?"

Bensen eyed the young man questionably, his words having made little sense to him, or any of the other bandits for that matter. "Hmph. Whatever, it's not like it's going to make much of a difference anyway." He waved his hand, signaling for his men to do the deed that they had been anxiously awaiting to fulfill. "Kill him," he ordered. The bandits were more than happy to oblige, slowly and menacingly making their way to the young man in the middle of their deadly circle.

Just then, another bandit came rushing towards their leader, crying, "Sir! An army seems to be heading this way! They're coming from the north side!"

Bensen frowned. First this kid and now an entire army? Today just wasn't their day. Taking a moment to think the situation over, Bensen smirked confidently, and said, "Don't worry, we ain't gonna lose on our own home turf! Get the others and tell them to get to their battle stations!" Bensen then proceeded to walk towards his assigned station. "We're going to have a fight on our hands!"

Recruiting Ananias: Recruited by Anna

"Hey there handsome!" Anna cried, causing the young man who had just been fighting for his life up until now jump up in surprise. When he quickly turned around to confront the owner of the voice that had given him such a fright, his eyes widened, looking at Anna as if he had just seen a ghost. Realizing that her presence had frightened him somewhat (though for a completely different reason than she had thought), Anna raised her hands up in an attempt to calm the young man down, and quickly said, "Whoa, hey, don't worry! I'm on your side!" She chuckled, before cheerfully adding, "Otherwise, I would've taken the chance to gut you when you weren't looking, am I right?"

After calming down a bit (though for a completely different reason than what Anna thought it was), the young man let out an exasperated sigh and quickly regained his composure. "I guess," he replied, giving Anna her first exposure to his deadpan and monotone voice.

Anna frowned a bit. "Wow, guess it's safe to say that you've never been the life of a party, huh?" Anna then proceeded to take a closer look at her potential ally.

As Anna continued her examination, the young man awkwardly cleared his throat, and asked, "So, how did you know that I wasn't in league with these bandits?"

Anna halted her observations for just a moment to look the young man in the eye, rest her pointer finger on her face, and wink confidently, before simply answering, "Woman's intuition," and returning to her own devices.

The young man's eyes widened in surprise. "Woman's intuition?" he repeated incredulously, his voice finally showing the vaguest hints of emotion to her.

Anna momentarily stopped her investigation to give the young man a sympathetic smile, and mercifully explained, "You and the bandits dress differently," before getting back to her inspection.

The young man took a moment to glance at the nearest fallen bandits' bodies to see that she was right, he was dressed differently compared to them, drastically in fact. "Oh," was all he could say as he continued to let Anna take a look at him.

"That being said," Anna began, using her pointer finger to tap her chin suspiciously, "why are you dressed like -"

The young man blushed slightly and averted his gaze as he raised one of his hands up to silence her. "I'd… rather we not talk about that now."

Anna gave him an inquisitive look, before placing her hands on her hips and giving him a small smile. "Okay then, if that's what you want."

"You… still trust me?" the young man asked, surprised that his admittedly suspicious behavior had been so easily glossed over by the red-headed merchant. "Even though I'm withholding information from you?"

Anna nonchalantly shrugged. "No one knows everything about everybody," she said matter-of-factly. "And besides," she placed a hand on the young man's shoulder and gave it a playful shove, "anyone who helps an Anna is A-OK in my book!"

The young man's eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise before he gave her the smallest hint of a smile and an appreciative nod. "Thank you, Anna."

Anna gave him a playful wink and mock salute. "Hey, just returning the favor. It's nice to have a customer try to satisfy one of us for a change, you know?"

Recruiting Ananias: Recruited by Chrom

"Hello there," Chrom called out, causing the young man who had just been fighting for his life up until now jump up in surprise. When he quickly turned around to confront the owner of the voice that had given him such a fright, he eyed the royal Exalt suspiciously, prompting Chrom to raise his hands up in an attempt to calm the young man down. "Whoa there, easy. I mean you no harm." When Chrom saw that his words had failed to waver the young man's suspicions, he added, "You must be the one Anna was talking about."

The young man raised his eyebrows in surprise before immediately regaining whatever little guard he had lost and asked, "Which Anna are you referring to?"

Chrom frowned. "What?" After a moment of thinking the young man's question over, he immediately understood the little predicament his words had posed. "Oh, right." Chrom took a moment to select the best words for this particular situation. "The one whose wagon was robbed by bandits. What was it called again? Anna's Welcome Wagon?"

To Chrom's surprise, the young man's guard didn't let up one bit. "How do you know I was the one she was talking about?" he asked further.

"True, she didn't give us any description to go by, but," Chrom calmly gestured towards a couple of the fallen bandits on the ground, and then at the young man, "you're obviously not in league with these bandits, otherwise I would've confused you for one the moment I saw you. I daresay, your choice of attire is quite… interesting." Chrom held his chin as he took a moment to better examine the young man's clothing. "Hmm. Now where have I seen those clothes before?" he mused.

The young man produced the slightest hint of a blush on his face and averted his gaze to the side, away from the gaze of the confused Exalt. "I'd… rather not talk about that now."

Realizing how silly he was acting, Chrom immediately abandoned his current predicament and gave the young red-clad man a firm and solemn nod, opting to focus his attention on the bigger and more immediate problem at hand. "Yes, that's probably for the best. Though I would like to know what you were thinking when you decided to sneak into an enemy's base all by yourself."

"It's not like I was trying to get the stuff back on my own," the young man explained, giving Chrom his very first exposure to his unusually deadpan and monotone voice, the slight embarrassment he had had moments before having completely gone away. "I just wanted to know where they were keeping it all. I was heading on my way back out when I got caught." He let out an exasperated sigh. "But I guess that doesn't change how stupid that plan was, huh?"

Chrom gave the young man a small, forgiving smile. True, it wasn't the wisest thing in the world to invade enemy territory without any reasonable backup, but quickly realizing his mistake and admitting it made it a bit difficult for Chrom to be too angry with him. "Perhaps. So, I suppose you know where all of the stolen goods have been taken to?"

The young man gave Chrom a quick nod. "Yeah. The door's locked, but I can pick it if you need me to."

Chrom raised an eyebrow in surprise. "A thief, huh?"

"We prefer the term 'locksmith'," the young man quickly murmured, as if on impulse.

"Hmm. Now where have I heard that one before?"

Ananias vs. Bensen Special Conversation

"Hmph! It looks like you managed to survive after all!" Bensen cried, obviously disappointed that his men had failed to do what he considered such a menial task. His disappointed frown, however, was quickly replaced by a sadistic grin. "No matter! I will succeed where my brethren have failed! Today is the day you die!" He then let out a cold-blooded cackle as the thought of Ananias' head perched at the tip of his weapon filled his mind.

Despite the display of such barbaric behavior, Ananias continued to give Bensen that calm, dull stare of his. "I'd rather not," he said, his casual answer immediately halting Bensen's fun.

Bensen glared at Ananias, both out of anger and out of annoyance. "You don't get to decide that!" Bensen roared.

"Can you at least tell me one thing?" Ananias asked, Bensen's roar not having fazed him one bit. "Just what were you planning to do with all of those stolen goods anyways?"

Bensen let out an angry and exasperated sigh. "Sell them for profit," he reluctantly explained. "Easier than going through the whole process ourselves, right?"

Ananias' eyebrows rose up to signify his surprise. "Wouldn't it have been easier to just steal the money a merchant's earned than to steal their goods and earn the money yourselves?" When Ananias didn't get an immediate answer (and when Bensen looked as pale as a ghost and was sweating up a storm), Ananias let out an exasperated sigh, and asked, "You didn't think that one through, did you?"

Bensen was positively fuming. "You don't emote much, do you?!" he countered.

Ananias took a moment to consider Bensen's words before giving Bensen a small, nonchalant shrug, and answering, "Fair enough."

Long, awkward silence. "I'm going to enjoy killing you," Bensen grumbled.

Vs. Bensen Generic Conversation

"Geez, you rob one merchant, and then all of a sudden, an entire army comes and sticks its nose up in our business! It's so annoying!" Bensen let out an exasperated sigh before a sadistic grin spread across his face. "Good thing I'm good at taking care of annoyances!"

Bensen Death Quote

"W-Wait… what?"

"Oh my gosh! You actually did it! You actually got it all back!" Welcome Wagon Anna cried. "And all in one piece too!" Welcome Wagon Anna gave the young man a happy, playful, and appreciative wink. "Thanks handsome! A girl could really use a guy like you!"

"Sorry," the young man said, turning down Welcome Wagon Anna's offer as politely as he could (though with his usual deadpan, monotone voice, he was sure that he had failed to an extent in that regard), "but I've got something I've got to do."

Welcome Wagon Anna's disappointment was evident in the frown on her face, but just like any other Anna, it didn't take her long to recover. "That's too bad," Welcome Wagon Anna mused. "And I was hoping to get some help getting all this stuff to the nearest village."

The young man sighed, dug into his pockets, and pulled out a small bag full of gold. "Here," he said, handing it to the distressed Anna. "You can use this to help get yourself a new wagon to replace the old one."

Welcome Wagon Anna's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? You're just going to give it to me? For free? Just like that?"

The young man gave her a small nod. "Yep, just like that. I'll even help you carry your stuff to the nearest village. Two for one deal, right?" Despite the colorful words, his face was still as dull and blank as could be.

Welcome Wagon Anna eyed the young man suspiciously. It wasn't like she was born yesterday. There must be a reason why this young man was so willing to do so much for her. Then again…. "Ah, what the heck, I could use the help anyway!" She quickly and gladly snatched the bag of gold out of the young man's hands and went to go better organize her stuff for the trip.

The young man simply stood there and watched as the chipper Anna went to work. "Annas," he murmured to himself, "they're all pretty much the same."

"Hey," Chrom's Anna said, "thanks again for helping my sister out. A merchant's merchandise is her livelihood, you know?"

"Yeah," the young man said, "and her shop is her life, right?"

Anna raised an eyebrow in surprise as she placed her pointer finger on her face. "Oh, look who knows all about merchants!" she teased. She amiably nudged the young man with her elbow. "Are you one yourself?"

The young man shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't have the talent to be one. I'm come from a family full of them though."

Anna frowned. A family full of merchants besides her own? She had never realized a rival family of merchants had existed up until now! "And what might your family name be?" Anna carefully asked, hoping to get even the smallest hint of dirt on her family's potential rivals.

Surprisingly, the young man dug into his pockets and pulled out a familiar-looking ring. "Before I answer that," he held the ring out to her, "do you recognize this? Have you ever owned one of these before?"

After closer examination of the ring the young man had asked her to inspect, Anna gasped. "Wait just a minute!" she cried, and compared the ring the young man had given her to the ring on her finger, the ring given to her by her husband. There was no mistaking it, it was the exact same ring, or, at the very least, the exact same model. "These rings are exactly the same!"

The young man nodded. "Yeah, a perfect match," he noted.

She let out a feeble whimper. She pouted as she took one last look at the rings. "And he had the nerve to tell me that it was a specially made too!"

"Or maybe," the young man interjected, "they're the exact same rings."

"I know that!" Anna cried angrily. "Agh! It's probably a cheap knockoff too! I can't believe I fell for it!"

"Or maybe," the young man interposed, a bit louder this time, "it's the exact same ring FROM THE FUTURE."

Anna immediately stopped her fuming to look at the young man who had uttered the words that had caught her undivided attention. "From the future?" she repeated. Her eyes grew wide in realization. "Wait… you're part of Lucina's posse, aren't you?"

The young man nodded. "Yeah."

Anna looked back down at the rings in her hands. "Then that must mean…."

"Yeah, I'm your son." The young man's usually dull face mustered up a small smile as he let out a heavy sigh of relief. "After all those Annas, I've finally found mine. What a relief." For the first time ever, one could hear the smallest traces of happiness in his voice.

"…."

The young man frowned. "…?"

Anna let out an ear-piercing scream. "I gave birth to a son?!" Anna cried frantically.

The young man blushed slightly and averted his eyes to the side. "Yeah," he grumbled.

However, just like any other Anna, Anna quickly recovered from her frenzied state and once again took the opportunity to look the young man over. "Well," she quietly noted, "that certainly explains the… similarities." She indicated towards his attire. "Is all of that…?"

The young man's blush deepened in hue. "Yeah… hand-me-downs." He raised his sword with the teddy bear attached to its hilt. "All of it."

"B-But the clothes -"

"Modified male versions of the would-be hand-me-downs."

Anna nodded as she let all of the information sink in. "I see." A sudden thought popped into her head and she uncomfortably frowned. "And the name…?"

The young man firmly frowned. "Thank gods no. It's Ananias."

Anna thought the name over for a bit. "Ananias, huh?" She released a proud and satisfied chuckle. "My, what a clever girl I am! I actually found a way to sneak an 'Anna' in there!"

"Unfortunately for me, yes, yes you did. And my cousins constantly used to make fun of me for it."

Anna cheerfully placed her arm around Ananias' shoulders. "What can I say? That's what families are for!"

Ananias raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You're taking this surprisingly well."

Anna shrugged. "Yeah well, when life gives you lemons, right?"

Ananias frowned. "I don't know how to react to that," he muttered to himself.

"Besides," his mother said, placing her pointer finger on her face and smiling and eyeing Ananias mischievously, "I could certainly use someone like you."

Ananias gasped. "Use me?!"

Anna nodded gleefully. "Yeah! I mean, look at you!" Anna gestured towards Ananias' entire body. "If anything, you've at least inherited the family looks!"

Ananias blushed. "And that's just about all I've inherited," he muttered.

Anna waved her son's remark off. "Oh, don't be such a downer! Mommy will think of something. Don't worry about it! Just leave it to me!" Anna's eyes once again glinted mischievously. "With eye candy for both the guys and the gals, business will be taken to a whole new level!"

Ananias looked at his mother apprehensively. "I guess I should've expected this…."

Name: Ananias

Class: Trickster

Roster Description:

Anna's future son. He lives to serve, since he's long accepted the fact that he's not talented enough to do much of anything else, unless you count manual labor and his ability to keep his cool in most situations. Apparently the Anna philosophy of "customer satisfaction" runs deep within his veins. Is the best listener in the entire army.

Help Description:

An enigmatic, servile, and dutiful young man who can't emote to save his life.

Critical:

"Please fall."

"My turn."

"Sorry about this."

"You're open."

Death:

Paralogue: "A mediocre death for a mediocre person."

After Recruitment: "Was everyone satisfied… with their service?"

Retreat:

"Gotta retreat… at this point, I'm more trouble than I'm worth."

Level Up:

(0-1 stats up) "Geez…."

(2-3 stats up) "Meh…."

(4-5 stats up) "This is definitely a step in the right direction."

(6+ stats up) "Heh… I'm definitely satisfied."

(0-1 stats up, most stats capped) "I'm not complaining."

Events:

(Item) "What's this… well, waste not, want not, right?"

(Exp) "I've done some mental training. Gotta control my emotions in my line of work… if you can even call it work."

(Weapon Exp) "I snuck in some practice. Can't fight with cramps, now can I?"

Ananias can support with:

Anna

Father

Female Robin

Male Robin

Lucina

Owain

Inigo

Brady

Kjelle

Cynthia

Severa

Gerome

Female Morgan

Yarne

Laurent

Noire

Nah

You can also choose to support with:

Tan'bay: Swordmaster

Say'ri's future son. As skilled as he is patriotic, which he is, unfortunately, a lot of. He will almost always compare everything he sees to its closest Chon'sin counterpart, almost to the point of borderline arrogance. Despite this, he has nothing but the best intentions for everyone, he just has a really annoying way of showing it. Has the biggest mouth in the entire army.

Lumeria: Hero

Flavia's future daughter. A kind and well-meaning girl, she is sadly too indecisive to effectively lead a nation such as Regna Ferox. She'd rather pass the responsibility onto someone else, but her mother's hopes and expectations have somehow made it impossible for her to step down from the position. Is the least likely to spend any gold in the entire army.

Zephyra: Black Mage

Emmeryn's future daughter. A wild child with some serious mommy and daddy issues, instead of actually conversing about them, she'd rather spend her time having fun. The sign of the Exalt is on her tongue, which she regularly sticks out to anyone she doesn't like. Is the earliest riser in the entire army.

Tiki doesn't have a child because I wanted to keep the number of male and female future children the same, and because I personally think Tiki would be the least likely to want a child out of all the females. She seems like the type to think about the consequences that come with having one, you know?

So, which support do you guys want to see first? Warning though. Once I start a support with one character, you'll have to wait until I finish all of the supports for that character until I switch over to another character. Finish what I start, you know? One day, I'll eventually have supports for the other OC future children too (Tan'bay, Lumeria, and Zephyra), but one thing at a time, right?

So, once again: which support do you guys want to see Ananias go through first? Leave a review to request which character you want Ananias to support with. I hope you all end up liking the guy! And I hope you all end up liking this collection of supports too! How is it so far? Is everyone in character? Is there anything I need to improve on? Make your voices known!