My GW1 folks are swirling around in my brain right now.
Cal, who as a child and a teen and young adult wanted nothing more than travel and adventure, becoming someone willing to pull back from that somewhat in order to protect the life they've built. And in that same vein, meeting their end years and years down the line because they're not willing to leave that new home, regardless of the magnitude of the threat Joko poses.
Daisy, who fought and fought as a child for whatever stability she could scrape out of her mastery of necromancy and divine magic both, out of protecting her mother, out of guarding her village; and, regardless, her determination to leave when it becomes clear the cost of the struggle post-Searing is no longer worth it. And her staying with Cal in the home they've made because she's not willing to leave a home twice.
Nabi, who didn't ever mean to get involved in world-changing conflict but fell directly into its path and refused to let go, who never had grand ambitions but had a surplus of curiosity and talent and spine, who loved her parents and her partner and her home fiercely, who reached across to the Mists like making a phone call rather than walking a tightrope. Who eventually earns a memorial in Arborstone that is--thanks to the efforts of her enemies--nameless.
Enna, who knew weapons and military strategy like the back of her hand from the time she was very young, who chose the Sunspears over the Kournan military, who wielded the skills she had fiercely and learned to see the merit in different paths that others chose. Who had a code she stuck to, always. Who was happy with the peace she experienced and would have chosen to keep it if she could have.
Iseul, who grew up in Kaineng and called the city home as much as anywhere was, who saw the ministries as utterly empty gold and was quite willing to lie when needed, who fell for someone who was shit at being anything but honest. Who never particularly wanted to save the world or do anything other than survive and ended up with a job directly in opposition to forces far more powerful than him. The one who survived the longest, though he would have traded it if he could.
And Bryn--Daisy's younger sibling by over twenty years, whose existence wasn't precisely intentional but who was loved from the first minute that existence was known. Who grew up calling some of the most influential figures of their century family and friends, who learned magical engineering to follow in her sibling-in-law's footsteps--and who eventually helped carry their legacy into the future while making one on their own, too.
