The footsteps of the eleven royals echoed with the weight of generational privilege. The noble-born students, each one a scion of houses that have shaped empires.
Their uniforms are different. Not the standard-issue garments of regular students, but tailored masterpieces, silks woven with Modular CECs, hems lined with precious metals that chime softly with every step.
The Top of the Top Tier Meta Characters in EAA.
Belonging to the House of Tleli:
2nd Class Noble: Third Year Duke Alexander Valtor.
Valtor's Household, sharp-jawed and tongued Genius. His molten amber eyes, his crimson robes embroidered with phoenix feathers, and his whip-belt, his family heirloom, all show his status.
I remember you, you were a smart, arrogant, and calculating Royal who burned your rival's documentation of inheritance to psyche him up for a duel.
I won't fuck with you.
Royalty: First Year Princess Sephalyn Veledônia.
La Casa Veledônia. She stems from a great family.
The First Princess of the 3 Great Kingdoms. Her hair is a living flame, a combination of gold, orange, and blood-red, which, too, represented her salesman-like passion.
Around her neck, a dragon-scale choker that suppresses her volatile Noësis and her thick neck.
Without it, she once accidentally burned down a banquet hall during a toast.
Yeah, I remember you…
Cuz everyone fucking gooned to you.
Oh, jeez, the other players of EAA could NEVER resist drawing Rule 34 of you.
It's fucking disgusting, she's just a high schooler…
1st Class Noble: Second Year Duke Elian Ambustum.
The Ambustum Lineage.
A hulking family with scarred arms from forging the finest armor and weaponry in the royal forges. Ironically, a silent individual.
Interestingly, the only Mana Swordsman who is also a noble.
I should get close to him if I want a steady supplier of my gear.
His blade ignites naturally when drawn. He bears a deep burn across his throat, a self-inflicted 'reminder' of his mortality.
Belonging to the House of Yves:
1st Class Noble: Fourth Year Duchess Irelia Conti.
The Conti Familia. Basically, this world's legalized mafia.
She is a gift of Mother Nature, with skin as smooth as fine soil and a crown of fossilized thorns. Leaf's green hair that pairs perfectly with her Xanadu robes.
Contrary to her family, she's really, really kind. I loved talking to her as a child, taking control of Caelum while she cared for her garden.
Shame that she was sexualized so much as well.
She's way too pure to deserve that treatment…
3rd Class Noble: First Year Lord Marcis Santiago.
Oh God. You…
Tall and gaunt. Simply put, the peak physique of humanity. His arms are armed with an obsidian black gauntlet, while his back is covered by a cloak stitched with veins of gold mined from his family's mountains.
Thank God the devs covered his hands. Only God knows what the female player base would have done if they were in my position…
His voice was deep, ironic as every female gooner wanted him deep in them.
Hell, the devs gave us a gay ending.
I NEVER want to replay it.
2nd Class Noble: Second Year Lady Elira Ashvale.
A petite politician. She is destined to sit in the Elenos Parliament due to her family lineage.
Her voice is indescribable. But do not let looks deceive you, she is a master tactician who combats both physically and mentally with her Concordant talent.
I'm never going to her tea parties, even if I get invited. She's infamous for starting political debates.
I don't wanna debate with someone who could execute my family.
Belonging to the House of Meris:
1st Class Noble: Fourth Year Capitaine Caspian Farzaren.
Hohhh… The Goat himself.
Another female gooner bait though…
A pale and androgynous individual, with irises that shift like tide pools. Adorned on his head was a coral crown embroidered with jewels of the land. His trident on his hip is grandiose.
DON'T FUCK WITH HIM.
I'll live if I follow that.
Royalty: First Year Princess Turaiya Elenos.
The Nation and the Center of the Word.
Heir to the Dynasty of the Elenos.
The Second princess of the 3 Great Kingdom.
A storm in human form. Her navy-blue hair cascades like waves, streaked with silver to mimic lightning.
4th Class Noble: First Year Lord Evander Christarion.
Ughhh, you too… Nothing beats corrupting a holy man.
He possesses a lean, muscular frame and eyes like a vast sea, one blue and one a darker blue. His hands are tattooed with riptide Noësical circuits that glow when he channels Thaumitons.
One rumor said he walked on water.
One rumor said he turned water into wine.
Whatever it is, the devs based him on their Christian beliefs.
Still… Female gooner bait no.3.
He really is handsome in person, though.
Finally, belonging to the House of Esyphyr:
2nd Class Noble: First Year Lady Celeste Bianchetta.
A presence as commanding as a thunderhead. Her platinum-blonde hair and her unwavering twin tempestuous eyes. All of it exudes authority.
On top of it, a mind to compensate.
She was super smart.
I remember that.
She was a master in chess, if I remember correctly.
She really inspired me…
I don't remember her elo, but it should be 1900 - 2000-ish.
Would love to play her one day.
Dunno why she was hated though. So much so that the male gooner made hate porn of her.
Maybe it's because she always rivalled Anzhelika?
I don't know.
Again… Disgusting…
Royalty: First Year Princess Anzhelika Knyagatyrsk.
A name that would make Rasputin proud.
The final princess from the 3 Great Kingdoms.
Tsesarevna of Knyagatyrsk.
A tempest given human form.
One of the only characters to develop a Unique Elemental Derivative at the start of the game.
Her Win Resonance Archetype lineage is so pure that it was said her ancestors could summon hurricanes with a whisper.
The unpredictable princess.
The most loved princess by the player base.
The Angel of Knyagatyrsk.
Those in the second year and higher occupied a raised platform that had stood empty until this moment. Plates were set before them, not the hearty, generous portions offered to the First Years, but delicate compositions of the finest chilled fruits and poultry.
The enrolling nobles and royalty, by contrast, were seated among the First Years. Their expressions betrayed a slight discomfort at being placed in such proximity to commoners.
Lady Celeste Bianchetta and Princess Anzhelika Knyagatyrsk made their approach toward the Esyphyr tables, their presence compelling those nearby to shift aside in deference.
Students around Isaac bowed with eager reverence, each gesture little more than a desperate attempt to secure some measure of acknowledgment.
Isaac, however, bowed with a different intention altogether, his gesture not born of admiration, but of purpose. For he knew the one who would soon arrive, an individual destined to throw open those doors with the weight of inevitability at his back, would be more influential than any of these royalties.
In time, that boy would command more authority than every noble present, their bloodlines and titles collapsing before the force of his resolve.
His arrival was imminent.
And then, the doors swung open.
Yet it was not an imposing figure who entered, but rather the boy himself, stumbling forward with awkward movements, all elbows and apologies.
"Sorry! The campus was just so big—"
He catches his foot on the threshold, barely saving his dignity from catastrophe with a shameful trip. The nobles giggle at the sight of this 'classmate'.
A Yves brute mutters "clod" into his beverage.
He was no noble. Rather, he was like Isaac himself, an unknown commoner with dirt still clinging to his boots, his uniform hanging loose where the tailor's second-hand stitching contracted the refinery of the rest.
His hair was a messy, perm-like broccoli, and his smile far too earnest for the institute he had entered.
Yet when he lifted his head, there was something in his eyes, a spark even he had not yet learned to recognize.
The hall exhaled in collective dismissal.
Fools.
He stood there uncertain, a boy of no apparent consequence.
The nobles scarcely spared him a glance, too mired in their own self-importance and those they deemed 'worthwhile' to perceive the truth that thrummed beneath his skin.
This was the future King of Kings.
The History of the Three Great Kingdoms.
The Time for Elements.
Fate's Wolf in Sheep's Clothing.
And yet here he is, flushed with embarrassment, being hastily ushered to his seat like an afterthought, his movements stiff with the self-consciousness of someone who has spent a lifetime being told he doesn't belong. His wide eyes dart across the hall.
He looks like a startled deer.
He looks like a boy.
Orthellius, you observant fucker.
You're right.
Where is the passion?
Where is the motivation in his eyes?
And it looked fake.
Caelum Veldt
A name chosen by the developers, "Veldt," from the Dutch veld, meaning open field.
A farmer's name. A commoner's name. A reminder that great things often grow from the most unassuming soil.
There are no grand lineages here, no ancestral swords or crests heavy with legacy.
Just a boy with dirt under his nails and a future too vast for him to comprehend.
The Main Character.
The Dramatis Personae of EAA.
But a faker.
A Fake Dramatis Personae.