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[Wandering Rogue]

The Mortal Age

 

[Linkd]

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Theme Song: Facing his Destiny - 8Dawn

Name: Miles Eversum

Race: Human

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Country of Origin: Axcil

Appearance: Tall tanned skin and fit from years of training. He is approximately 5’8 and has dark hair. He has a leather armor he always wears but it is normally covered by a cloak. He has 2 short swords worn down by his hips one on each side and a large two handed sword across his back.

Personality: A witty man Miles always likes to keep those around them on their toes. He is always joking but can get very serious and focused when the need comes.

Bio: Miles was born into a noble family that had supplied the army with many powerful knights and soldiers. At 15 Miles himself wanted to go his own way, his mother encouraged him to go and his father was going to force him to join the military whether he wanted to or not. This was because kids start their military training and Miles showed proficiency with weapons. So Miles stayed until one day his entire family was murdered by a man with a long scar going down the right side of his face. Miles felt no animosity for the man like a normal person would. He only felt the sorrow of losing his mother but even that did not hold in the country for long. He thought of their death as a breaking from his bonds and he left Axcil to explore the world. For the past 5 years he has been wandering around and selling his sword for money, killing creatures terrorizing people or capturing criminals for their bounties.

Stats:
Strength: B
Agility: A
Stamina: B
Mana: D
Wit: A

Traits: Proficient with all weapons and has managed to master the two handed sword and has mastered using two short swords. He can cook his own foods but they have no particular taste.

Inventory: He has his 2 short swords and his two handed sword. He has his leather armor and a sort of leather bag he carries rations with him. He wears a traveller's cloak and sturdy shoes.

[Yaomo]

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Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VR_kBM_OcY

Name: Thelaki Swordbreaker
Race: Urshard
Age: 492
Gender: Female

Appearance: Clad in reddish brown stone, Thelaki only wears an old leather apron, and a garland of green plants. Anything else would just be torn apart by her rough skin… She also ornaments her face with spirally patterns made out of gems.

Personality: Thelaki is one of the more impatient individuals of her race. A long life has only taught her to be even quicker to act than she was in her youth, as she has had to relate to many short-lived creatures, some who couldn't even wait a year for her to finish a blade. Her second name is one that was given when she was still an apprentice blacksmith. Rather than having to do with her being hard enough to break swords on, it was given because she had a tendency to break the blades she was trying to smith. Now the smithy is the only place where Thelaki will show deep concentration, and all the patience needed to create real pieces of art.

Bio: For the last eighty years, this woman has been living in little hut on the outskirts of a deserted Urchard settlement in Teyacia. They had come at the request of the Golem's Hand, and ended up staying. Thelaki didn't settle down completely like the others though, and from she ended her apprenticeship, she walked the lands, helping out people where she could and learning about the workings of the outside world.

 

When she came back home around eighty years ago, wishing to tell about the things she'd seen, only half of the tribe was left. The elders were all gone, and Thelaki had suddenly become one of the elder members, so she decided to stay put in order to help raise the few children they had. Nobody had been willing to tell of why the older members of her tribe had disappeared, but Thelaki suspects they had been tricked in some way by one of the darker organizations of the short-lived races that she has come to know. Hoping that the elders are still alive somewhere, she still doesn't dare leave the settlement out of fear that something may happen to the youngest generation.

Stats:
Strength: S
Agility: D
Stamina: S
Mana: D
Wit: B

Traits:

Talented blacksmith, and a rather efficient one too.

Rather good at building houses, as long as it doesn't involve any carpentering.

Talks way too much, even according to the young ones in her home village.

Her fists would probably be much more deadly weapon, but she still insists on wielding a sword.

Never strays far away from her little stone hut and smithy, even for hunting.

Inventory:

A nicely oversized longsword

Enough food to live for a few weeks (mostly dried meat)

A water skin

A dagger for hunting

[SliceAndDice]

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Theme Song: Put on Your War Paint

Name: Markus

Race: Human

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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Personality: Markus is far and away one of the most polite and cordial young men you will ever meet. He speaks with respect to his betters and humility to his lessers, and there is almost never anything impolite or boastful about him. In an odd way, you could call him the paragon of what his country of Lunia strives to have themselves seen as- ever humble and graceful in everything, but at the same time full of power and resolution in his course of action. Markus generally doesn't speak, preferring to have his actions speak for him ("The mouth can lie and deceive, the body never does"), and when he does open his mouth it usually comes out as a single sentence that sums up what he thinks with a neat little bow on top.
 
However, all of that gets cast aside if he thinks you're threatening his sister in any way, shape, or form. If it comes to that, gods have mercy on your immortal soul.   

Bio:

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The angelic beauty and poise of the Lunian Queens and their daughters is a well-known fact throughout the world. Everyone has heard of the startling appearance and demeanor of the country's ruling ladies. But very few know of the fate of the sons. Because the throne belongs to the eldest daughter, very few Queens attempt to have more children after the first girl is born. However, if a male should be born to the Royal Family, all he can have to look forward to is a lifetime of disregard from both his family and his people. Thanks to the doctrine, from birth he is known as "La Prince Inutile"- The Useless Prince. Such is the basis for the life of Markus, brother to Queen Kryssa.
 
Born several years after the Crown Princess, Markus' childhood was one filled with great pain. I am not inferring that he was beaten as a child. No, his rearing, as was that of every son of Lunia before him, was wrought of a far greater despair; neglect. He was utterly ignored in all things that occurred in the palace, always in favor of his elder sister. Where Kryssa was educated by the greatest minds the country had to offer, he was forced to glean what he could from the few books that he managed to get his hands on in youth. Where Kryssa feasted on extravagant meals thrice per day, Markus would surely have starved were it not for a sympathetic cook who slipped him a fair meal each night. Where Kryssa had her clothing specially made by the royal tailor, Markus was forced to sew his own out of leftover rags and considered it a lucky day when one of his sister's garments was torn and thrown where he could find it. He was forbidden to leave the castle and the servants were barred from paying him any mind on pain of exile, but outside of those decrees or their violations he received no recognition or attention at all. Day after day he was consumed by the pain and sorrow of being completely alone in the world with nobody he could even talk to, and each year it became more voracious. Perhaps it was the family's hope that it would one day devour him whole and leave nothing but an empty shell of a boy behind, and that is precisely what would have happened if an angel hadn't intervened.
 
That angel was none other than Kryssa herself. She alone looked on the boy she called brother with any feeling at all. At first, it was purely a young girl's curiosity about the opposite gender. As time passed that curiosity grew to become worry and concern for him, and by the time she was 14 and he 10 worry and concern had grown to become compassion and the boundless love between siblings. She appealed to their parents, nigh begging them to lift their decrees against him and allow her brother to be recognized as a brother and a human being instead of a piece of dirt on the castle floor. When that was outright rejected, she took matters into her own hands. Each night, after sleep had descended upon the land, Kryssa would creep to Markus' room, and by candlelight the siblings crafted clothing for Markus, enjoyed delicacies that Kryssa had brought from the kitchen, and studied together. The matter of their sessions varied, but for three years they two proceeded as such, growing closer and closer with each passing eve. Then, one night, the family discovered Kryssa's actions. Furious they were, and with great gusto they hurled him into the dungeon. There, each night he was subjected to tortures usually reserved for enemy spies and traitors. Punishment, they said, for trying to contaminate the Princess with the presence of Le Prince Inutile. And yet, despite the harrows of it all, he somehow endured. But enduring a pain doesn't mean there won't be scars; when he emerged from the prison blackness, he was once again the feeble, depressed lad he had been before Kryssa's intervention. And to compound the circumstance, it became common practice for a guard to stand outside of Kryssa's room to ensure they did not meet by candlelight again.
 
The next day, strange occurrences began. A man of nobility visited the Lunian capitol, the eyes of all being drawn to him by some force unseen. When he requested a place of lodging, the family swiftly offered him a room in the house. Specifically, they offered him Markus' room, and he was not given the chance to refuse. That night, Markus awoke from his makeshift bed on the cold castle floor, an idea stirring in his mind. Perhaps, he thought, with an important guest they will not be as attentive with the guard near Kryssa's room! And so he silently crept there, watchful all the while. When he got there, however, he did indeed find a guard- dead on the floor, with the door ajar and Kryssa's panicked breathing being heard. Looking into the room, Markus soon found his heart in his throat as an Ascxillian assassin stood with his bloody blade aimed at his sister's neck! As the assassin raised the blade, something stirred in Markus' very soul. Something that had been suppressed for years, but now burst forth like a flood. With a great cry he leaped from his hiding place and sprinted to push Kryssa out of the way, throwing himself before death's pale horse in her stead. The sword raked across his midsection, sending a fountain of scarlet into the air. But before the assassin could strike again, he was impaled from behind by a thin cane sword and slumped to the ground. Standing there in the doorway was the guest nobleman himself, his eyes full of fire and life.
 
As the assassin fell, Kryssa rushed to her brother. The cut was deep- far too deep for any healing magic known to man to save. In her heart, she knew her beloved brother was already a dead man. Desperate tears flowing in her eyes, she turned to their savior.
 
"Can you do anything to save him?"
 
"I apologize, but he is not within my power to save."
 
"No... Oh Markus, you fool! Why would you do that? Did you think I could live knowing that my life goes on in place of yours?"
 
He coughed up blood as a response.
 
"I don't know myself. All I know is that I saw you about to be hurt and I... I couldn't bear it. I just couldn't stand by and watch."
 
"Heh. They said I was worthless... useless even. All my life they've thought that. If trading my life for yours also grants me defiance at death's door, then it was a trade worth making."
 
A booming laughter drew both sibling's attention to the nobleman.
 
"WELL SAID, BOY! Stand aside lass, NOW I can fight for his life!"
 
And fight the man did. Over the course of an hour he knelt over Markus' body, a strange energy emanating from him as he seemed to wade through hell itself to deliver Kryssa's brother back to her. When at last he stood again, the wound was sealed as if it had never existed and Markus breathed once more. As the siblings embraced, the nobleman turned to say his parting grace.
 
"If you two will excuse me, my task here is complete and I must take my leave. But allow me to ask boy- your sister there. How far would you go to protect her?"
 
The answer came out as easy as breathing, though he knew not from whence in his body it came.
 
"I'd die for her."
 
Another bout of booming laughter.
 
"Then you must undertake a journey. If you stay here within these walls, the strength you need to defend her will forever evade you. It is out there that you will find it, and once found it is yours to grasp with your own two hands! Ere I go, I do challenge thee; seek it! Seek the everlasting force to protect what is dear to you, to utter damnation upon they who would detract from you! Seek it, and return here with ten hundred thousand times the glory that has been deprived you these long 13 years!"
 
Another breath and the nobleman had gone, vanished into the air, leaving the siblings alone once again. After some quiet contemplation, Markus decided to accept the man's challenge and leave the castle to find his strength. Kryssa, though saddened by her brother's departure, knew he needed to go. As a parting gift, she gave him a necklace that ran through a single falcon feather as a promise to return to her one day. And so he left the castle. The guards did certainly move to block him, to enforce the age-old decree that he was not to leave. His response, supposedly, was "Try to stop me." They didn't.
 
No less than 6 years passed. In that time, Kryssa inherited the throne officially upon the passing of both her parents and ushered in Lunia's recent era of peace. One day, a young man whose very presence inspired strength and solitude rode through the streets on a stallion that was black as night. At the city square he crossed routes with the Queen's procession, and in the process of his slowing to the side bandits struck for her life! Her meager guard was soon overwhelmed, and just when all seemed doomed none but the young man himself intervened. Those that witnessed it that day still recount with awe how the man fought with strength befitting 10 men, single-handedly driving the bandits away. When the Queen emerged from her carriage to thank the one who had saved her, she stopped upon seeing his face. He withdrew an odd trinket, a feather, from inside his shirt, but the Queen's reaction seemed to render it excessive. She immediately embraced the stranger, tears streaming down her face as he returned her hug.
 
"Welcome home." 

 

Affiliations: The Songbirds (Codename: Falcon)

Stats: Ranks are D-S with C being normal. D is worth 0 points while an S is worth 4. You have 10.
Strength: S
Agility: C
Stamina: S
Mana: D
Wit: C

Traits:
Outdoor Survival
 
Riding

 

An Object Unmoving: Markus' personalized style of martial arts that involves dispatching opponents without moving from a general location unless absolutely necessary, usually because something precious sits behind him.

 

Arms of the Oak: An extension of Markus' combat style that incorporates a bo staff. 

 

Runecrafting: He specializes in Terramancy-based runes that allow him to use the ground itself as his ally.
 
True Grit: Resilience to pain, fatigue, and fear that almost seems superhuman.

Inventory: 
Enchanted Leather Gloves/Boots: Enchanted by a kindly old crone he met in his travels, these gloves and boots have the peculiar quality of taking on the toughness and texture of whatever material they touch (ie if they touch skin they will seem to be made of skin, but if a sword hits them they become as hard as steel gauntlets)
 
Feather Charm: The farewell gift Kryssa gave him, he still carries it to this day because "A promise to return home safely never wears off."
 
Rune Chalk/Ink: For drawing the circles and symbols. The chalk is for solid surfaces, the ink is for skin and clothing. 

 

Karsin: His faithful steed, Karsin is a magnificent black stallion with muscle to rival warhorses. He has no saddle, and anybody who's tried to ride him other than Markus has been violently hurled off.

 

Runed Staff: An oak quarterstaff roughly 6' long. Two runes that have been interwoven and carved into the tip allow it to shrink to 1 foot in length for easy storage.  

 

Falcon's Feather: Though it is commonly held that each Songbird carries a feather as the symbol of their office, most people believe it's an actual feather. In reality, the "feathers" are extremely sharp daggers that are carried by the Songbirds at all times. Every single one of them can add the feather to their personal combat style with terrifying efficiency. 

Edited by Dicedarg, 15 February 2014 - 03:21 AM.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

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Theme Song: Ludovico Einaudi - Primavera
 
Name: Asta Sarunai
 
Race: Daomer
 
Age: 20
 
Gender: Femme
 
Country of Origin: Aria
 
Appearance: Off all the myriad skins tones that Daomers are known to possess, Asta has among the most unusual. Fiery red, couple that with her amber eyes she is like the demons depicted in human sub-cultures with a set of ram like horns to make her appearance more bizarre. She has pristine white long locks which are usually left hanging freely, adding a whole new layer to her beauty. So even if she looks like the devil, she is one beautiful one. She generally wears a long cloak that hides her voluptuous features paired with a headband that neatly tucks away her unusual horns. Add to that the white paint she uses for her exposed body makes it look like red tattoos on an extremely pale skin generally identified with her kind than the other way round.

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Personality: She has a natural charm about her and is very soft-spoken, she likes talking to people and especially playing with children. Happily engaging in their funny theatrics. She has an air of ease around her that draws you to come and talk to her. But she can remain quiet and be with nature equally well, busying herself in books or the natural miracles that happen all around us, to which most have shut themselves to.
 
Bio: Asta Sarunai was born into the Daomer stronghold of Aria. Her father was a famous architect and mother a scholar, yet they could never find the reason for their only child's peculiar appearance. While both had pretty usual hues, their daughter was born with a rather unseen color. A fiery red, though their kind had no legends attached to a skin of a child they knew she had something special.
 
But they never survived long enough to see her innate talent. The disastrous storm of  ten seasons past wiped their abode and their lives, departing fairly early than the usual spans of their people. They left behind a child that survived more through destiny than skill. Rescued by volunteers of The Way, she was taken in and given shelter. Through chance one of the priest found out about her skill in magic, a skill frowned upon even deeper than her color. But fate had led her to the sanctuary where her gifts will be cherished and nurtured and so she began training herself in the ways of magic and mana. Growing into a respected mage despite her young age, the elements were said to dance at her will and she was said to bring about efforts that would have took a legion otherwise.
 
Her time with herself and mistreatment by children her age for her unusual color made her a reserved one, busy with books or being in the lap of nature watching her fury and love both being brought about with big and small miracles. In time she opened up to little ones, showering them with love. Providing them with an outlet for their boundless energies by involving them with herself in tiny excursions and adventures, taking their mind off whatever disaster that had called forth the services of The Way.
Stats: Ranks are D-S with C being normal. D is worth 0 points while an S is worth 4. You have 10.
Strength: D
Agility: A
Stamina: C
Mana: S
Wit: B
 
Traits: Asta is really fond of reading and observing wildlife.
 
She carries around a little book with her where she usually draws her new experiences.
 
She is a talented cook and being in The Way for a long time she knows to make use of whatever is available to work up a healthy and edible meal.
 
Talented Magus: She is capable to meld multiple elements in her weaves and re-construct essential utilities in torrid times with little to no help. Her knowledge of runes makes her a good support to have with warders and healers.
 
Inventory:
Focusing Staff - Mimir's Eye - A staff given to her by Ohmun himself. It is said to have been crafted by a famous Urshard. Known for his extreme talent to meld different elements into a single masterpiece. It has an ebony black body which holds two different sized Rubies at either ends. It is said that Runes crafted from its help are easier to make and sustain themselves. While the greater gem is a powerful focusing trinket. The wielder's mana is reinforced by the surroundings as the gem as a conduit for channeling energy of the environment. The Weaves casted are stronger and easier despite their intricate designs. A staff befitting Asta's powerful command over multiple elements and her strong sense of equilibrium. Runes run down the entire body and when held by its accepted caster, they shine an unearthly hue of the element the caster intends. It has been known to reject unworthy casters or even kill its users if they are weak. A relic of an age long past, its an artifact of immense power even if it's repute is not like one of the Ten.

 

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Tattered Leather Handbook
Some pencils
A Book of Spells
Some dry fruits in a little sack.

Edited by Diabolical Rhapsodii, 14 February 2014 - 08:41 AM.

[ANIMA]

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Theme Song: Sabaton- Into the Fire

Name: Henry d’Alaistra, Blackbird

Race: Human

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality: Henry may be a perfect example of a Lunian gentleman. Well manner, well educated, with a kind smile on his face and apparent loyalty to the Queen, Henry gives no room for rumors and slander. Partly because he’s born phlegmatic, partly because of the iron discipline with which he keeps reign over his emotions, Henry rarely let his feeling get the best of him, and ever more rarely does he let it show in his demeanor. The greatest strength Henry possesses is his focus. Once he has a goal in mind, he will resort to anything to achieve it.

Bio: House Alaistra is glorious. There is no other word to describe it. From wars with Felicians centuries ago to the present day scuffles with the Ascxil Empire, men and women of Alaistra have lived, fought, schemed, bled and died for the glory of their house and the kingdom of Lunia. With the prowess and discipline of the Ascxil and the innovative mind of Lunia, holding the lands bordering both the empire and Roiassau, family’s power is ever increasing.

As the latest scion of this most noble lineage Henry has inherited the duty to maintain and further increase the wealth and power of the House. Indeed, he has already proven his mettle in battle. His first combat experience was skirmishes with the Felician raiders when he was barely 16, but his battle fame came later, from fighting other humans. It was he, instead of his father Charles, who led the forces of Alaistra in the most recent war with Ascxil, winning two major battles and several smaller skirmishes. He showed off his magical power during this war, burning down the wooden gates of one Ascxil city with the fire he conjured, allowing an easy capture.

In the recognition of his deeds on battlefield the old Queen, the mother of the current queen Kryssa, chose him to be one of the Songbirds and bestowed upon him the name “Blackbird”. The prestige of this act was lost on Henry, for every generation of Alaistra had at least one family member within the Songbirds and he felt no sense of accomplishment of doing something what his predecessors did with consistency before him. Still, the young man’s ambitions were flared. La Gloire of his household can yet be increased and one day- who knows? -maybe even crowned!

Stats:
Strength: B
Agility: B
Stamina: B
Mana: S
Wit: D

Traits:
Duc de Frontiere- Unofficial title (in truth, more of a nickname) of the “Border Dukes” has been in Alaistra family for generations. The bulk of the family lands is located next the borders with Ascxil and Roiassau and, if one counts all vassals of the House, the entire dominion of Alaistra stretches from coast to coast and is named “Termonera”- Frontier in the Old Lunian. Such position has made military the primary concern of the household leaders. Not only does Termonera provide the kingdom with its finest soldiers, but the nobles of the family are expected to be well versed in the matters of war. Henry is no exception to this and he has shown considerable knowledge of the art of war.

Richesse Inépuisable- Good armies require money, and Termonera has wealth in abundance. Large arable lands, numerous trade routes passing through it and plethora of iron and silver mines fill the coffers of the House. A member of Alaistra family, especially the next head, will never be lacking money.

Apres moi, la Desolation- Henry was born with the powerful gift for magic. Although he possesses great theoretical knowledge and adept practice in all arcane schools, his forte is control of the elements, especially the fire magic. Henry has earned infamy among Felician tribes close to the Lunian border and in Ascxil for his indiscriminate use of the large-scale firestorms against his opposition.

Inventory:
L’Épée du Merle- An elegant basket-hilted sword Henry’s father gifted him when he was accepted in to the Songbirds.

[Unbelievably Majestic]

Mu La'Cee

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Theme:

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKtNaVaqAKk

Name: Mu La'cee

Race: Nymph

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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Personality: Nymphs are highly tied with nature. Mu is no exception, though the other nymphs he's met think of him as eccentric. Nymphs typically connect with forests, whereas Mu feels the most bonded with the sea and it's creatures, though he likes all places of nature. He loves the cool, mysterious world under the sea. It feels like anything can happen. Some of the best views are under water. And the most creative creatures certainly are. Some fish with lights on them, teeth like razors or no bones at all. And that's not even in the deepest parts. There are places in the sea that light hasn't touched for centuries. Seeing what lives down there is one of Mu's dreams. The sea. He could talk about it all day. It's his favorite place in the world, and it's the home of his favorite person, Clara. More than anything else in the world he loves Clara. Even more than he loves the sea.

Mu is very friendly and gets pretty excited about most stuff, especially anything new. He has an intense passion for life and wouldn't kill anything without a good reason. There's not a lot that he dislikes but killing is definitely on his list. Another thing he hates is cities, truly detests them. Everything about cities make his skin crawl. He's not sure what it is about them but they just feel wrong to him.

Bio:

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Mu grew up on a beach at the edge of a forest. He lived in a little weather beaten wooden shack. For as long as he could remember he'd lived alone and raised himself. He would watch the sea in quiet times, fail at fishing, eat any dead fish that washed up, and tend to the farm next to his shack. Though "Farm" is a rather grandiose term for a small patch of earth that he'd brought over from the forest. But somehow he managed to grow enough to feed a young boy and, luckily, that's what he was.

When he was young it would really bother him to see families. Why didn't he have one? He would think about it a lot and, inevitably, he'd get really sad. And so, to try and stop himself dwelling on it, he started going swimming in the ocean. He didn't even need to learn how to swim, it just came naturally to him like breathing. He couldn't believe he hadn't tried it before. Being out there in the sea water would always calm his mind.

Aged eight was when he met Krunk. Krunk was a turtle, well, more like THE turtle. And he swears his name sounds much better the deeper you go under the ocean. He was a sea god in the form of a huge turtle. Mu had strayed a bit too far, and more than a little too deep, into the ocean one day. Luckily Krunk showed up and saved his life by simply making him breathe underwater. Krunk seemed to take a liking to the young boy and from then on he would visit whenever he could be bothered. During his visits he'd try to help Mu learn how to control his limited amount of magic. In time he learned a few cool tricks like drying himself off with a snap of his fingers. And a few more useful things like seeing in the dark and becoming resistant to the cold. Along side his magic he had advice for every occasion and a vast knowledge of everything that lived in the sea. Out of nowhere Krunk decided one day to give Mu a last name, La'cee. Mu didn't get the joke. Eventually, because he kept not seeing it, Krunk snapped and explained it to him.

As the years went by Mu started swimming more and more, and by the age of thirteen he was practically living in the sea. He'd learned a lot from Krunk, mostly about which sea plants were edible and which fish were likely to bite. He'd grown into a pretty accomplished swimmer and had explored a good amount of the sea around his shack. He'd found coves, funky coloured crabs and wonderful coral reefs. It was about then that he first saw Clara. The face of a girl who seemed to be about his age, bobbing in the waves. Immediately he swam out, assuming she was drowning, but when he got out there she'd gone.

At first Mu thought he'd imagined the face amongst the waves, but then she returned the next week. He caught more than a glimpse of her this time. Her eyes were the colour of the sea and her long brown hair seemed to have a green tint when it shone in the sun. She was definitely real, and she was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. She returned on occasion over the next few months, always looking at him with the same curious stare. Anytime Mu had tried to swim over she would disappear into the sea. So he stopped swimming out to her. Whenever she turned up Mu would give her a little wave as she floated in place, seemingly trying to decide whether she dared come closer or not. There was something about her that constantly held his attention. He didn't know whether it was the way she could easily outrun him in the sea, or the smile that she sometimes had, but he wanted to know more about her. Krunk gave him a sly smile when he tried to talk to him about her, like he knew something Mu didn't. Not that that was a surprise, Krunk knew just about everything.

Over time the girl began to appear closer to the shore and Mu discovered what Krunk hadn't told him. She was a mermaid. He had so many more questions he wanted to ask her now. And when she finally spoke to him he forgot them all. She had the gentlest voice Mu had ever heard and her name was Clara. The two hit it off immediately. Mu told her of his life, his friend and teacher Krunk, everything she asked about. And the girl told him everything he wanted to know, of her dreams to see the world and her family under the sea. The two fell in love.

By the time they were twenty the two were still very much in love and had gotten married. The pair would swim around like hyperactive children when they were together. They'd explore the caves and the ocean floor, watch sunsets and chase fish around. Constantly together, having fun and planning trips around the world. They were happy, and then Clara fell ill. It was an illness the Merfolk had never seen before, like an evil spreading through her body. She could not be cured by anything they tried. Even Krunk couldn't cure it, just hold it at bay. Mu decided to venture out into the world to find a cure. Krunk created The Gnarly Ride out of a nearby log to speed his journey along, and promised he'd keep Clara safe until Mu returned.

With no idea where to go, or what to do when he got there, Mu left the Merfolk village in search of a cure.

Stats:
Strength: C
Agility: A
Stamina: C
Mana: C
Wit: S

Traits:
~ Honorary Mermaid: During his life Mu has spent a huge amount of time in the sea, he can swim with the best of them and through magic he can breathe underwater. Most sea creatures tend to accept his presence and mermaids that know him accept him as one of their own.
~ A Lover Not A Fighter: Many life threatening fights have given him more than his fair dose of terror, not to mention all the time he's spent amongst the most fearsome sea creatures. As a result Mu has become extremely good at running away and/or talking people out of hurting him.
~ Dude, Gnarly: Mu rarely fights, but when he has to he likes to fight whilst riding his magical surfboard.

Inventory:
~ Bracelet: A bracelet Clara hand-carved for him as a gift. His most prized possession.
~ The Gnarly Ride: A slender old surfboard made out of a strange type of extremely knotted wood. There are runes carved all over the surface. It can surf anywhere, even in the air. Some sort of magic shrinks it down when you attempt to put it in it's holster.
~ World Map: It is what it is. A map of the world.

[I-Am-X]

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Appearance:

 

 

Theme Song: 

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Name: Rias Vastia

Race: Human

Age: 25

Gender: Female

 

Country Of Origin: Sabia

Personality:

A stubborn and a quite prideful girl, who won't back down and take shit from anyone, even her father (though he's just about the only person she'll let order her around). While originally a quite talkative and energetic kid when she was younger, a monster attack that eradicated her family ended all that. While there's moments she can be quite gabby, she usually communicates through nods, body language and facial expressions but with little to no words. While she's on a job she can be quite ruthless, especially if the mission happens to be a monster hunting one. As well as becoming famous for her physical prowess but as well for her fearless attitude, taking on every kind of job.

Bio:

Her journey began 20 years ago when she was at the tender age of 5 (Nevermind the previous 4) while Rias and her family were out hunting for food when they were attacked by a monsterous beast. By this point, the beast had already slain the surrounding villagers and caused a massive amount of damage. It was only a matter of moments until she found herself alone. Only a matter of minutes ago she was smiling happily with her parents as they were picking out fresh food and now they were on the ground dead, sliced into pieces, with the beast leaving her for last. As she screamed for someone to help, it fell on deaf ears as there was no one around (alive anyway) or so she thought. Just as the beast lunged in for the kill, she closed her eyes when all of a sudden she heard the beast cry out. Opening her eyes, she saw a huge sword pierced through the monsters chest and behind him was a giant of a man (Well, 5 year olds don't really see tall men like him often or at all!) cloaked in red woth a fierce face as he pulled the sword out and did one final slash, cutting the beasts head off.

 

Nodding to the little girl to acknowledge that the beast is dead and her parents were avenged, picked up the beasts head as proof and turned around, fully expecting to get out of there, when he was frozen by the cries of the young Rias. Feeling guilty, which was unlike him, he decided to take her back with him to Sabia so that there'll be some people there willing to give her a new home so he won't have to worry. Though unintended, he soon found himself attached to the little brat, who for the first time in years finally cracked a geniune smile. By the time they reached Sabia, the man, Ashen Vastia, finally made up his mind and decided to raise the young Rias as his own.

 

Not long after he made up his mind and decided, for the sake of the child, to leave his monster hunting guild, The Whilwind Fang, after a long discussion with Guildmaster Dwyn. It was not long after this point that, while not a much safer choice, Ashen decided to form the now widely known mercenary guild, Phoenix Ashes (as a play on his name and the mythological bird that is said to turn to ash and be 'reborn' from it's ashes). Within time Rias adopted Ashen's last name of 'Vastia'. At the tender age of 12, After years of being personally trained by Ashen himself and upon the results, Ashen started bringing her along with him on his jobs to help her gain experience. By the time her 16th birthday rolled around, as a present of sorts, she was finally allowed to take on jobs without an aide and by this time she already started to gain fame for her monsterous strength and durability (when considering her age and gender, it was unheard of), eventually earning the nicknames the "She-Devil" and the "Crimson-haired devil" (among other names, though she likes those ones).

 

As she hit 20, she was already considered one of the strongest (and fearsome) in Sabia (with some believing of this age).

 

With no real goals (or at leasts goals anyone has any knowledge of anyways), she lives life by the day and tackling on any job she can as she takes pride in expanding 'Phoenix Ashes' name (as well as her own).

 

Stats: 
Strength: S
Agility: C
Stamina: S
Mana: D
Wit: C

Traits: 

 

Her monsterous physical prowess, along with her combat ability, it's one of the few things that actually sets her apart from anyone else. Her physical strength and endurance have becpme almost legendary in Sabia (if not the world) and it frequentely gets her called a monster (which she doesn't take to lightly) or a demon (which she strangely likes and prefers). She's also quite well known for her long Crimson hair (especially her hair style) as well as her ability with the sword (along with a long beautiful crimson sword she wields.

 

Another trait of hers (if you can really call it one) is that she rarely talks (well, more than a few words that is), except on some occasions.

Inventory:

Aside from a pouch carrying some Reim for expenses, she only carries around a long whip and her trusted and beautiful crimson sword, known as the 'X Blade' or the 'Crimson Cross' for the emblem on the blade which has a Religious cross that's covered (crossed out) by an "X". It's a mysterious sword given to her by her father when he first brought her along with him on his jobs.

 

When asked about the sword, he was told it was believed to be one of the legendary weapons known as the 'Series Of Ten' and given the unique design of the sword, he was left with no choice but to believe it. Rastia has her doubts but if it is one of the 'Series Of Ten' or even good enough to be considered one. Whatever the case is, it's clear Rastia hasn't learned how to bring out its full capabilities yet. 

Edited by I-Am-X, 14 February 2014 - 06:55 PM.

[Officer Judy Hopps]

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Theme Song: Amuse me. (I'll find one shortly.)

Name: Minerva Fairchild

Race: Human

Age: Twenty

Gender: Femmé

Country of Origin: Ascxil

Appearance:

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 Normally of rather strict Noble descent, Minerva is a slight outlier from her family's genetic pool. Her father, having left their ranks in his younger years, ended up pairing off with an common woman during his exile. Which naturally lead to the birth of Minerva, who still retained the Fairchild's tall, slender, and absolutely awestriking complexion and figure, yet instead of varying shades of golden locks, she was born with Strawberry Blonde hair. Though her family may wish to perceive her in far more regal clothing, she often chooses to simply wear whatever she wishes. Usually consisting of a blouse, and a loose fitting skirt of some sort. Of which sheathed at her back are her two Cavalry Sabers, one was her father's, the other gifted to her by Leonora Fairchild.

Personality: Fierce, stubborn, and absolute in her own morals, Minerva Fairchild first started off as a simple ruffian, but upon being found by her family; she quickly adopted and adapted to the lifestyle of her kindred Magi. The daughter of the Patriarch's outcast brother, she can still be just a little rough around the edges when it comes to the civility and formality of nobility, but she does what she can, however she can.

Bio: For a Fairchild, Minerva's history is much left in darkness and delusion. Most historians regard her part in the family as simply the Black Sheep's bastard child. Yet some to tend to see things differently. As a youth, she had no idea of her magical capability until the age of sixteen; when she was discovered by Fairchild scouts looking for any possible lost family members after the Second Great War. Knowing she was one of their line, yet not knowing precisely who her Father was, she was welcomed into the family with tentatively open arms.

That was until she gave Leonora, the eventual matriarch of the Fairchild Family, a picture of her father. 

What were once open arms were swiftly and cruelly closed.

They had discovered something horrific, William Fairchild, the very abomination who had started the Second Great War, had managed to gain himself a daughter. Judgement against her came quick and brutal. However, there was one who still stood to give the girl some kind of chance. Even in spite of the fact that the first saber she wielded was none other than her father's former blade. 

It was Leonora, who saw some potential in Minerva. 

With Leonora's careful guidance and teachings, she surprised everyone within the ranks of the Fairchild nobility when her Father resurfaced, Minerva didn't join his side as he thought she would. Rather than go with him and start a new war, she rose up and struck him down. Believing him consumed by his madness, the young woman who eventually became known as one of the most brutal magi swordswomen of the age killed her own father without the least hesitation at the tender age of eighteen.

To preserve her family line.

To preserve peace.

And to save countless lives.

Stats: 
Strength: C
Agility: S
Stamina: D
Mana: A
Wit: B

Traits: 
Minerva is quite the excellent cook, though she'd never confess such a skill. 

Part of the Fairchild Family's upper echelon of nobility, she has quite a fortune. Having inherited her exiled father's wealth, she tends to avoid the use of it or showing that she has money in the first place; considering it quite a hindrance. 

What is striking about her the most is her magic. Based on bodily amplification and using two swords, the magic that courses through her veins enables a boon of massively increased speed and perception, making her movements and speed almost imperceivable to the human eye. Upon use, her eyes are filled with white arcing magic, that traces jagged lines down her cheeks. It is often said by her adversaries that they saw her draw a blade, and then they saw nothing else. She holds some elemental prowess like her cousin, Leonora, but she always just seems a hair short in comparison to overall potency of such an art. 

 

That being said, it is only natural that Minerva is masterfully adept with her two sabers. Even without her magic, she keeps pace with some of the world's best sword masters with grace and ease.

Inventory: 
A pair of intricate, priceless, and absolutely beautifully crafted Cavalry Sabers. Both of which are sheathed upon her back waist. Made by the legendary Fairchild family weaponsmiths, most collectors would dream of obtaining them. One of them is her father's, so aptly named Durendal. And the other is Caladbolg, her own personal weapon gifted to her upon passage of her trial. 

 

Edited by Trouble, 22 February 2014 - 10:42 PM.

[Rainbow Dash]

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Theme Song: www.rainymood.com

Name: Quaid River-Reaver

Race: Seelie [Ourous]

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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Personality: Quaid is usually a very relaxed person. He has the patience of a monk on morphine and tries to be amiable to everyone. When he starts feeling dry he gets irritable. His mood is also influence by nearby water sources - a rapid river leaves him energetic while a still pond leaves him placid.

Bio: 

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Bastard son of the last ruler of Racar conceived shortly before his death, Quaid was never thought to be one who would live in the limelight by others. Others however have little to do with fate. His half-siblings fought relentlessly over their fathers broken realm while Quaid slept by the riverside, dreaming contently of the quiet current of the waters. Quaid had no interest in the squabble and the feuding family considered him a non-factor with his lack of legitimacy.

Quaid's affinity with the waters grew as he aged. As a young child he could tell of a coming flood, sense the life teeming in the rivers and could feel the rains coming. In his early teens Quaid started bringing the rains. Being such a terrific boon to the agriculture suffering from the civil conflict made Quaid well noticed by the people. When he began having visions of events past, present and future the whispers of a Priest blessed by the Gods started. The people were disillusioned by the failures of the priest but the faith remained strong. Quaid's humble nature only gave strength to the rumours he was oblivious of. The warring siblings were less ignorant.

Each of them began to clamor for Quaid's attention, hoping to reestablish the old tradition of having a priest backing the family - only this time they intended to be the ones pulling the strings. After two years of dodging each one Quaid grew bitter and left Racar entirely. For the past two years he has been traveling various kingdoms, living off of goods given to him by happy villagers welcoming the rains he brings

Stats
Strength: C
Agility: C
Stamina: C
Mana: S
Wit: C

Traits:
Magic Priest - Quaid is blessed by the waters. As well as having strong magic potential he can have visions and perform blessings.
Elemental Affinity: Water - Quaid is good at water magic. Being around water also has more effect on Quaid than the average Ourous - the normally average lizardman is much faster, stronger and more enduring than normal.
Polearm Proficiency - Quaid can hit things with the glorified stick he calls a staff.

Inventory: Is that a wand in your pocket? No, it's a staff. Wands are for weenies.

[Axe Of Khorne]

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Theme Song: Coming Home

Name: Adrestia Auros

Race: Human

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Personality: Firey, would be the best way to describe Adrestia. She is a passionate individual that finds it hard to keep her emotions in check, even after all of her time training she has only started trying to restrain that fire burning within her. She believes there is nothing she cannot accomplish, and will quite happily prove naysayers wrong on the spot if she can't keep her emotions in check. A woman capable of bombastic joy, and undying rage, kept under lock and key within a shell of cold, martial discipline.

Bio: Raised by Elmric Tiesmorr as her foster-father, Adrestia spent her days adamantly learning everything she can from the veteran warrior. She was pushed hard at an early age, and though her frustrations were very much apparrent to her teacher, Elmric would temper the girl; like a sword being hammered into shape and cooled in water, he would sit her down and council Adrestia on her shortcomings. Every month, she would take everything that she had learnt and challenge other students within Auros, most if not all of them easily twice or even three times her age. Though unsuccessful at first, they knew that when she was older, she would surpass, and defeat them. What they didn't know, was how far she would surpass them.

The evening was always a magical time for young Adrestia. If she performed above the call of duty set by Elmric, she would tuck herself warmly into bed, and listen to him talk about the past, about the Aurolean Empire. Their Rise as the greatest military power of the land, The War of Lion's Pride, The Tale of Prince Ysgramor seducing a damsel of Lunia, drawing the swords of all who wished to court her, and defeating them all in a single night. All joyful tales that would laugh or cry her to sleep as she imagined them all played out from Elmric's words. However, the man was more interested with what the Empire itself looked like. Adrestia was mesmorised by how descriptive Elmric could recite the entrance to the mighty Hall Of Heroes, or the Iron Hand Barracks. It was as if the man had seen it himself, yet had never actually seen his homeland. The anguish on Elmric's face as he would finish these stories troubled Adrestia for a long time, and it wasn't until she was in her late teens, that she would ask Elmric an important question.

"How come no one has gone back to Aurolea?"

Elmric always avoided the question when Adrestia approached him with it. Was it really that painful to answer her? Relentlessly she pursued him for the answer, hounding him at every turn. With tempers blazing, Elmric challenged her. She would have to fight him for the answer, and fought him she did. The result of the duel between parent and foster child is only known between the combatants, even the students within Auros were cautious to ask who won, due to the raised voices that boomed behind closed doors. However, Adrestia got her answer, and she wept in the arms of her foster-father when she knew the truth. No one would dare return to Aurolea. It wasn't just destroyed, but infested! The very horrors that swallowed their great Empire whole lurked there still; festering her father's home; a home he deserved to see! Adrestia swore to Elmric, on that day, when the lingering fate of her homeland fell on to her, that she would bring Elmric home, to Aurolea.

No one would dare return to Aurolea. The other kingdoms wouldn't waste their resources reclaiming a province that once threatened to conquer them, and even if they did, the horrors that await them would likely turn the stomaches of even the staunchest soldiers. Adrestia knew she couldn't do it alone, despite how much she would be willing to try. No, she had to make people believe that the undertaking would be a success before it begun. They would have to rally under a single banner; a flag that would not know the meaning of defeat, and would not tolerate any remnants of their ancient enemy to lurk on their land. Adrestia knew what she had to do. She would bring back the Aurolean Empire. Even if she had to kick every single Aurolean into fighting form, make the blackest of deals with "stronger" nations, and scavenge for fortunes in order to fund this undertaking, she would do everything within her power to see it through.

All she wanted, was for her, and her father Elmric, to go home...

Stats:
Strength: A
Agility: A
Stamina: A
Mana: D
Wit: C

Traits:

• The Bloody Dawn - Adrestia has made it her life's goal to exterminate anything that aligns with the Destroyer, most notably the Cult of Dusk. She is driven to succeed in her task, and the machinations of their agents, within or without, will find it hard to dampen her conviction.
• Weapon-Mistress Of Auros - Trained personally by Elmric within Auros at an early age, Adrestia is a deadly warrior that can detect even the most subtle actions against a foe. Be it an attack, or a brief weakness in their defence, Adrestia will exploit it and quickly end the battle; in a most bloody fashion.
• Gorequeen Of Aurolea - Although she is rumoured to be the last descendent of the Aurolean Royal Family, there is very little proof to such a claim, and people not familar with the Aurolean Empire's History will likely not believe it. However, anyone who carries the blood of an Aurolean (or someone who knows their history) can tell from her blood red eyes, and fiery red hair, that it may well be true.
• Fire On The Dancefloor (Battlefield)! - Though she doesn't like to admit it, Adrestia is a really good dancer. She's not a traditional "gown and ball" damsel, but a helion of movement and desire when the beat hits her. Her movements on the battlefield can also attest to this, dancing around blows that could've easily killed her, but feeling the beat of her heart, giving her a tempo to show her moves!

Inventory:

• Valoraxe - A prized treasure from the weapon vaults of Auros; rumoured to be one of the "Series Of Ten", but there has been little proof to support this claim. It is said whoever wields this weapon shall have their destiny written in blood; dominating all that would stand before them, and that their glorious deeds shall be recounted throughout time, no matter how terrible they may be.
• Mantle of Auros - A suit of plate, almost fit for a king (or queen)!
• Kris Of Death - A secondary weapon, always kept on her person, and used only as a last resort.

[Ilyse]

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Theme Song: Nui Harime’s Theme

Name: Zhao Ran

Race: Human

Age: Sixteen

Gender: Male

Appearance:
 

Personality:

Zhao Ran is a man for himself. He is ambitious. He prides himself in his accomplishments, and he obsesses over the things that earned his complete and devoted attention. He’s a person of many skills, being an inventor, researcher, innovator, merchant, swordsman, soldier, and much more. He also has an utter delight in the destruction caused by his own means, and although he claims to not be sadistic, he will make it very, very clear that he won.

Bio:

Fire.

Zhao Ran had a fascination for the application of fire since he first laid eyes on them as a young child. His house was always lit up by torches, and the food was cooked in the lit fireplace. It provided so much for humans, yet when Zhao Ran placed a finger in the fireplace, it burned him and left his finger scarred.

Fire was an ingredient for a comfortable lifestyle, yet it was an instrument for pain. The double-edged sword concept of flame enthralled Zhao Ran, who at a young age was already experimenting the different ways to use fire. He began using cooking ingredients such as oils and spices to attempt and see what reaction would occur when introduced to fire.

The orphanage he was staying in did not like that, and Zhao Ran simply left, taking all the research notes he had compiled and a sword called a “katana”, a weapon from a foreign country that had been found next to Zhao Ran when the orphanage welcomed him to the home.

He walked the lands alone, stealing for his research, going on a single meal for days, but his energy failed to diminish: his obsession with fire nourished him.

Several weeks after he had begun his lone journey, a Felecian found Zhao Ran in the burning remains of a group of bandits and a gigantic monster that had been terrorizing his tribe recently. The young boy had been laughing, surrounded by the flames that were of his own creation, as the slaves he had just rescued all cowered in fear and reverence of the child.

“Look at it! The fire! The fire! The fire!”

In a behavior that was fitting of a boy of his age, Zhao Ran was ecstatic on his success, dancing over the burning bodies of the bandits and their caravan as if he was on a playground. The Felecian had lost a child to the desert and its bandits, and perhaps in a fit of madness induced by the scene that stood before him, decided to raise the child as his own.

For years to come, Zhao Ran lived the life of an inventor. The black powder that he had created was named “gunpowder”, and he researched various ways to apply gunpowder. He found that gunpowder was best applied for combat purposes, and thus created various weapons that operate on his explosive black powder. He lit the tips of arrows on fire, and found immediate results. He stuffed clay tubes with gunpowder, ignited the powder, and the explosions marked his success. In order to fully test out his inventions, Zhao Ran trained, learning swordplay, naval strategy, and guerilla warfare during his journey into perilous areas.

Clad in the nomadic clothing of the Felecian, with an incredibly exotic appearance unique to humans in the area, he became something of a merchant of death, a prolific vendor of weapons that was enthusiastic at the thought of war. Zhao Ran was careful never to sell his inventions though: he felt that explosives were not ready for conventional warfare.

A year ago, the merchant of death supposedly disappeared, thought to be dead.

Zhao Ran had been admiring the aftermath of a battle, when he had been attacked by a band of soldiers who had barely survived the battle but gone mad with bloodlust. Without breaking a sweat, he tossed an invention he called a “grenade”, a compact clay tube filled almost to the top with gunpowder. The shards of clay from the tube after the explosion did its work with disgusting efficiency, although one soldier was barely alive. Chuckling, Zhao Ran stabbed his sword into the back of the soldier’s throat to make sure he was dead.

Surrounded in the flames once more, Zhao Ran held his arms out wide and laughed. Within the plains, the boy decided to watch the world burn.

Stats:
Strength: B
Agility: B
Stamina: B
Mana: C
Wit: A

Traits:

Polymath – A man of expertise in numerous fields. History, mathematics, the sciences, magecraft, the arts, business, and numerous skills among others. Incredibly intelligent at such a young age, Zhao is an example of “Renaissance man”.

Swordsmanship – A self-trained warrior, Zhao always keeps his sword close.

Fire Mage – Despite his understanding of magic, Zhao’s control over fire magic is incredibly limited. Using conduits (mainly cards) as ways to use his magic, his fire magic is nowhere near as destructive as his weapons, so he uses his magic rarely.

Sharpshooter – No reason to sell guns and grenades if you can’t use them.

Underworld Connections (hahaha) – Every businessman has the right contact for the right situation.

Inventory:

Katana – A weapon he has held onto for quite some time now, it is his primary weapon of use when business goes sour.

Merchandise – A man spoiled by the terrors of war always keeps his ware and weaponry close by.

Rifle – An innovation of the firearm that Zhao helped produce, he keeps a personal model for himself.

[El Phantom]

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Theme Song: Assassin

Name: Isaiah 
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Male

Appearance: All look the same to me.

Personality: 

 

Isaiah is largely a timid person, especially in his earliest years when he was a child in the palace, this improved as time went on, but he wasn't the most charming person either. At the same time, being raised by well-mannered servants and on top of that, within the castle, he knew humility, and how to act around others as to not offend them. He was known to be a very resolved person, the concept of 'trying' has been undermined by him, discussion he always kept as short as possible and he was very punctual. Rarely did he miss practice sessions or classes at the Academy without good reason. He can be sometimes seen as insensitive, as his decisions may be swift, but they are not always kind, nor are they spoken in the kindest of words. On the other hand, he shows that he cares through his own actions instead, something he had learned to do while he was in the Academy, where many did not understand him as Lilith and Horin did.

 

He has changed after riding with the Desert Guardians, the diverse community made him a better speaker, while still not a charmer, he learned from a few of the members on how to intimidate others. His silent and piercing glare made it perfect. Though it may not allow him to command armies, as charisma was a more popular trait, it allowed him to interrogate some people without even laying a finger on them.

 

His loyalty to Ascxil has not wavered, even after those years in Roiassau. But that is something to take note of, his loyalty lies with Ascxil, not it's nobles, not it's people, but for it's continued and prosperous existence. The only thing that may make him question it, is Horin and Lilith, not only are they the truest symbols of Ascxil besides the lion banner, they are also his friends through and through, a concept he learned more properly in Roiassau. Friends do not discriminate against one another and stand by each other, understanding that, Horin and Lilith did not discriminate his commoner heritage, and many times have the three helped one another in what seem to now be trivial things. He dreads the day that one or the other seek to become the end of Ascxil, intentionally or not, which may also be the day his blade would pierce their hearts. This is his truest fear.

 

 

Bio: 

 

Back in the earliest years of Ascxillian royalty, about two generations after the first, the Emperor had what was called the Lion's Fang. A knight of the shadows, dedicated to serving their Emperor and country, the Fang eliminated those who conspired against the Empror, or abused their power over the common folk. An assassin as one may put it, though the existence of such a figure is shrouded in mystery, there are no formal texts that detail his or her existence after all. Historians speculated that the existence of the Lion's Fang ended with the Roiassau Uprising, which was a great smear upon Ascxillian history. Today, the Lion's Fang is a popular folk tale... The tales of a blade in the dark that served the Emperor and their country, it was chivalrous indeed. The depiction of the Fang though, did not vary very often and thus could be assumed to be at least mostly true, so if he or she truly existed, the Fang would wear garbs black as night with a hood, and a unique eyeless mask, with red glowing markings.

 

Isaiah was an orphan, barely 4, he was adopted by a couple in service to the royal family as servants. They cooked, cleaned, and did chores around the palace, Isaiah was a quiet boy, and a life of chores was nothing new to him outside of the orphanage, so wordlessly he did this. When the royal heirs were born and they were a few years older, he found himself playing with them in the palace gardens occasionally. Horin and Lilith became his first friends. The three grew up in the palace, and when he were admitted to Ascxil Military Academy at the age of 10, Isaiah finally had the chance to learn the arts of war, he proved to be talented, blades and bow became his favoured weapons, unfortunately he had little luck with magic. His time as a student of this Academy was enjoyable to him, possibly the most enjoyable in his entire life. Shortly after his admission, Lilith and Horin 

 

Graduating from the Academy, he moved onto joining the military, his results in the Academy also shone through, and he was to be given the rare honour of being offered a place among the Lion's Mane. Unfortunately however, he disappeared from the country a day before this. On one of his usual strolls through the city the night before, he spotted some strange activity, well out of the way of the noble quarters, rather close to the slums. It could have been just some sort of gathering, and had he seen regular citizens he may have just swept right past it batting not an eye or ear, however, he spotted weapons, and then on closer inspection, what was clearly brigands, or more perhaps mercenaries, and very soon, he recognized two nobles. He watched for some time, trying to figure out what was happening, and after getting a new position, he managed to see what was in their cargo crates, people, or well, an assortment of them. When he was close enough to listen, he caught word that these people were to be sent out tonight.

 

After figuring out that this was slaving, something terribly looked down upon and outlawed, he tried to make a run for it. He was caught however, by some of the mercenaries, or rather, slavers that were patrolling around the area. The nobles recognized him, and knowing that he was incredibly loyal to the royal line and the empire, he was thrown into the lot to be deported to Roiassau. As they stopped the night to rest, Isaiah had no plans to become a slave sold in the harsh deserts of Roiassau, so he began devising an escape plan. Fortunately, there was no need, on the very same night, a Felecian vigilante group known as the Desert Guardians made it's move to free the slaves, with him in tow. He was impressed, the stories he once read about the fine precision in a Felecian operation was true, and seeing it first hand truly inspired him. After being rescued, he decided to not return to Ascxil, at least not yet. Returning would yield nothing, he knew of the corruption within the nobility, and who knows how many other corrupt nobles there were besides the ones he met a few nights prior. He can rat the ones he saw out, but what then? Their influence would ensure they did not suffer too much, and their survival meant they could come after him or those he held dear. As much as he wanted to see his friends and family again, he decided to stay in Roiassau.

 

He joined the Felecian vigilante group, being one of their only human members, there was just one other, a Lunian girl, but there were a good number from other nations too. While most were Felecian, he recalled an Urshard who crafted the group's equipment, a Daomer, and three or so Seelie. From here he learned much of the world, and their ways. The Felecians were in charge, and of course, they led life in this group like a Felecian tribe, though their rules may differ, a lot of the common tribal laws were what kept them together and kept the order. As a result, he ended up learning the ways of many of the Felecian tribes in Roiassau. The group was diverse, and the leaders acknowledged that, letting all the members do what they were best at, and making use of them to create diverse strategies. Isaiah on the other hand was not here to just use what skills he already knew, he joined to learn from the Felecian members, their ways of stealth, and how they blended with the shadows. He had a rough start, his agility was not up to par with their's but months passed by and he was moving well enough to keep up.

 

After a couple years had passed, he became a master, and even led many raids on bandits, slavers and extortionists in general. They were impressed, no one could have predicted that a human can rival Felecians in their own speciality. Though all the same as he became more skilled, he became more and more attached to the Desert Guardians, to remind himself, he often shares stories with his fellows, of both his time in Ascxil, and what he sought to do when he returned there. Everyone supported his decision when he decided to leave, he swore to return to see them when he had fulfilled his duties to Ascxil, whenever that would be.

 

With heavy heart and a strange eagerness, he returned to Ascxil, and within a month the nobles that deported him were found dead. Their bodies rotted for almost a week before they were found, and the trail to their killer was not found. After about two months, whispers of a masked assassin began to circulate the commoner quarters, a number of nobles were found dead, and very often some papers or documents detailing their crimes were found at the doorsteps of various guard outposts, happening time and time again. The commoners claimed the Lion's Fang had returned, but many of the guards would have none of it. Finally, he was seen by the guardsmen for the first time after three months. The red mask, the black garb, they all remembered the tales that their parents told them, just as their grandparents did. The Lion's Fang.

 

Having spent roughly a couple months in Ascxil, he had established a headquarters in the Ascxil sewer system. Being a large and ancient city, it's had it's share of makeovers, and one of the things people rarely spent time organizing was the sewer system, as thus it became a mess of mazes. It made the perfect place to hide out. It connected to most parts of the city, it was easy to lose pursuers there, and so on. He very quickly established connections within the underworld of Ascxil, and they seemed open to the idea of cooperating with him, as long as they made money. He though, felt his kills did not do as much impact as he preferred, he can kill, but had no idea who was the best target, and in what order. He lacked all the information he needed to make his kills most effective. He needed someone who knew the nobility well, being absent for a couple years made him less than fitting to know of the nobility...

 

Fortune smiled upon him when Lilith made contact with him, shortly after she finished her service to the Lion's Mane no less. She knew not his identity, he made all meetings with his mask after all. She had changed to a more driven woman than he last saw her, and this pleased him. There was nothing more satisfying than working for someone who knew what they were doing. Unfortunately Horin while a good man, did not seem very interested in being a proper ruler, and all the same Lilith saw this needed some adjustment. It was time to fix this country.

 

 

Stats: 
Strength: B
Agility: S
Stamina: S
Mana: D
Wit: D

Traits: 

• Assassin Arts - The art of killing and subterfuge in one package, knowledge of the weakest points of the human body, toxins that will act in various ways based on purpose, usually killing, and the skills required to stay hidden in the shadows. Of course, to kill, a weapon is usually most effective, so being able to use what the situation demands is most important.
• Acrobatics - His unparalleled Agility is amplified by his incredible acrobatic feats, allowing him to climb seemingly impossible places, and approach from the most unexpected areas. This allows him to dispatch targets unseen. He is only closely matched by skilled Felecians.
• Shadow Affinity - He has an affinity for the dark pockets that are known as shadows, though he knows no magic, the way he disappears into the night and into the shadows is almost such.
• Blades Proficiency - He has great skill with blades, dagger, sword, throwing knives, he can wield any with great proficiency, but his preference in combat is the single one-handed blade and a dagger side-arm. He makes full use of his agility to reach blind spots.
• Archery Proficiency - He prefers the long bow if he requires to shoot a rope or a target from long range, and always carries a small crossbow to make rapid take-downs as some situations may demand. He is not the fastest at nocking a new arrow or reloading his crossbow, but he can line up a shot as fast as he moves.

Inventory: 

• Crossbow - Small crossbow he always carries around.
• One-Handed Sword - A standard one-handed blade, though standard, it's very reliable.
• Small Blades Set - A set of small blades, one longer bladed dagger for combat, and a smaller one hidden just in case. Also comes with an assortment of throwing knives.
• Vambrace Blade - In the left vambrace, there's a blade in almost the full length. The speed at which it zips out is fast enough to kill, though it's a surprise move, as in order to withdraw it, it must be done manually.
• Vambrace Crossbow - In the right vambrance, there's a small crossbow hidden under the top flap. Also another surprise move, and it uses the same bolts as his smaller crossbow due to their sizes. It is a bit weaker than the crossbow, but it should do the job if the target is close enough.
• Poison Dip - Using ranged weaponry to kill is not always assured. An obvious way around that is using fast acting lethal poison.
• Magic Visor - A unique eyeless visor, grants the wearer night vision, and a sort of binoculars function. The markings on it glow red. The intensity of the glow can be controlled.

 

[Liar]

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Theme: Welcome to the Black Parade

 

Name: Lilith, Crown Princess of Ascxil

 

Race: Human

 

Age: Twenty

 

Gender: Female

 

Appearance:

Those that remember her mother often comment how much Lilith resembles her. There is no mistaking that they both share the same face, even going as far as having the same withering glare that can pierce into the deepest depths of a person. However, Lilith would be the first to say that she was her own individual. While her mother’s hair cascaded a river of gold reflecting the shimmering sun, her hair holds the soft hue of the gentle moon illuminated in the night sky. Most of her features are sharper and more angular, traits she inherited from her father. Regardless, those that say Lilith looks like her mother mean only one thing when they mention it: Lilith is stunningly beautiful.

 

Lilith bears a striking beauty not commonly found in humans. Her appearance is almost ethereal in nature, as though the Gods themselves bestowed it upon her. In addition to her allure, her general stature is also quite uncommon. She stands with men as her peers, having a height of eight inches above five feet. Years of diligent martial training and a stint serving in the Lion’s Mane has given her a lithe, muscled frame of a soldier. However, her most distinctive feature is the crimson eyes, the same colour as the progenitor of her family line, Soran the Unbowed.

 

Personality:

Unlike her brother, Horin, Lilith displays the regal bearing and disposition associated with the royal family of Ascxil. Her countenance is locked in a perpetual state of indifference, never allowing a shred of emotion to pass through. There are times when she would smile or scowl, but such cases are hardly noticeable and never in the company of others. Lilith has full control of what emotions she displays. Her vapid state is a product of the rigorous teachings her mother and father imparted as she grew.

 

Regardless of her controlled character, Lilith does host a broad range of feelings. She is intensely proud of her heritage and bloodline. She takes great pride in the accomplishments of her people, believing it contributes to the overall prestige of the nation. Lilith believes that monarchs that preside over the state should be the epitome of mortal brilliance, setting the example for their lessers to follow. As a princess, Lilith holds herself up at a higher standard than others, making her detached and difficult to approach to those of lower standing. She mocks the morals of those underneath her, believing that many have no idea the ruthless decisions a leader of her stature must make when confronted with issues.

 

She disdains those that believe all people are equal or that democracy should be the main form of government on a nation-wide level. To Lilith strength is absolute and that inequality weeds out those that are weak. It matters little if a person is of common or noble birth; the worth of a person is measured by the deeds they can perform. An individual can be weak in martial combat, but absolutely brilliant in business, and that person should be rewarded if he follows the path that will be both beneficial to his person and society. If that person continues to plod through the path of the warrior, then he better become stronger or else he will be rightly gobbled up by his betters.

 

The biggest facet of her personality greater than her pride is her ambition. She will ruthlessly plot and scheme her way into accomplishing a goal, ignoring morality and humanity if they do not benefit her. Lilith never wavers in the hard choices she must make, having long accepted the reality of what her actions may entail. She shoulders the lives of the people under her command with great ease, never allowing herself to lose sight in the greater picture that she hopes to paint into reality.

 

Biography:

To be born into Ascxil is to be born into strength. From the moment a citizen of Ascxil is born, the expectations of the nation are laid upon their shoulders. A farmer must yield the greatest crops. A blacksmith must produce the greatest arms. Gender played little role in these matters; any man or woman can strive to achieve any position they desire if they display talent. For those of the royal family, nothing short of brilliance can be accepted. The emperor or empress of Ascxil is the avatar of the nation, the progeny of the hero-king, Soran. In order to lead and take command of the lives of every citizen in the empire, strength is absolute.

 

Born the royal princess of Ascxil, Lilith was no exception to these expectations. Her father was none other than Emperor Darik, the reigning monarch, and her mother was Isabella, a daughter of an obscure noble family that had once been distinguished many centuries ago. There were many theories as to why they married. Some would say that Darik felt smitten with Isabella upon first sight. Others would say that Isabella had bewitched the emperor with magic. The more politically-savvy thought Isabella was the lesser of two evils for Darik. Choosing a wife from among the high houses may have caused unnecessary in-fighting for perceived slights; marrying Isabella was the best choice that would offend their honour the least. Regardless of the reason, Darik cared for Isabella severely.

 

Lilith spent much of her childhood under the tutelage of her mother and other instructors. Because they were close in age, many of her lessons were taken together with her older brother, Horin, the heir to the imperial throne. Perhaps it had been intentional, but the siblings formed a close, intimate bond. They were nearly opposites in personality, but it was because of their differences that they complemented one another. In addition to their close relationship to each other, Lilith and Horin loved their mother deeply. She was often by their side, almost never leaving them until night when they were carried away to their beds. Isabella taught them many things, but the two most important lessons of all were being taught how to control their emotions and to have vision whatever they endeavour. It was lessons Lilith placed close to her heart.

 

It was a tragedy when their mother suddenly disappeared. There were rumours of foul play, comments made on the unfaithfulness of Isabella, and many more theories Lilith hardly cared to entertain. The most pressing thing to know was that her mother was gone, leaving only her and Horin in their world. Their father, Emperor Darik, was far too busy running a country to make time for them. It was not his fault, but Lilith often resented that her father was unable to comfort her when she needed him most.

 

Years blurred after Isabella’s departure, and Lilith never felt a stirring in her heart to do something more of herself. She continued on with her lessons, she continued playing the grand game of courtly intrigue, but she never felt any sense of joy or satisfaction in her life. Even Horin was gone, having left her to join the Lion’s Mane to complete his two-year duty. Lilith carried with her a disdain for the peaceful ebbing of time taking place. Peace made sharp swords dull.

 

Eventually, life moved on. Interestingly, her father had fallen ill on her seventeenth year. Despite his rugged exterior, she observed how sickly he often was over the years. The stress of emperorship weakened him daily, and his health declined even further as he spent late nights attending the country’s needs. Horin left the Lion’s Mane early to rush to their father’s side. Their reunion had been a sombre affair as only days later their father died peacefully in his sleep, meaning Horin was to become to the new emperor.

 

The death of her father ignited something inside Lilith. She felt as though a shackle had been released. She looked upon the men and women in court, noticing how facetious many of them were. It was even easy to take note of the corruption rooted in the capital, rotting the government system of which she had been so proud of. It sickened her. The glory days of Ascxin were gone, leaving behind in its wake a decaying shell of its former self. Lilith could not stand to see it happen before her eyes.

 

Lilith left the palace to begin her service in the Lion’s Mane on the day her brother became emperor. Over the course of three years, she managed to reach the position as vice-captain. Her superior officers took note of her brilliant tactical leadership and martial prowess on the field. She was on the fast track of rising higher to the top. However, after three years, Lilith finished her duty and returned to the capital. Under her brother’s leadership, the government had become decadent.

 

She quickly began to make plans to deal with this issue… and her brother.

 

Stats

Strength: C

Agility: S

Stamina: C

Mana: D

Wit: S

 

Traits

Crown Princess of Ascxil – As a member of the royal family and current heir to the throne, Lilith has been trained since birth on how to handle the niceties of high society. She knows how to handle herself well in a ball or deal with the unwanted advances of a nobleman. She knows matters of finance and diplomacy, and being an observer, she can tell if someone is lying or hiding something from her. Furthermore she knows the finer points of ruling and government, and how to deal with issues in a political manner. Be careful when speaking to her as she will never say anything straightforwardly. She has all the perks and downsides of what being a princess entails.

 

Vice-Captain in the Lion’s Mane – During her service in the Lion’s Mane, Lilith rose to the rank of vice-captain through merit alone. She has proven herself to be a great soldier and survivalist. She is proficient with all weapons, but her specialties are the crossbow and sword. Lilith is a talented shot with her custom-made crossbow and one of the finest swordsmen in the world. However, her true talent lies in strategy and tactics; her quick rise among the ranks of the Lion’s Mane occurred mainly due to her brilliance in that field.

 

Historian and Scholar – Lilith firmly believes that the past holds the key to the future for the present. She has a great deal of knowledge of the many myths, legends, and lore of the world, studying the many flourishing cultures the world has to offer. She is able to speak several of the forgotten languages that have long died out, and is well-versed in the history of the races and the nations. Knowledge is power, and power is absolute in Ascxil.

 

Heir of Soran the Unbowed – There is no mistaking that Lilith hails from the hero-king, Soran. In addition to having his crimson eyes, Lilith also holds the same intimidating aura that he exuded in the past. Catching her gaze becomes a battle of wits and will as she unintentionally attempts to overpower you with her presence alone.

 

Inventory

Lilith’s Crossbow – A unique crossbow that only Lilith owns. There is a cartridge slot that can hold five bolts. Pumping the mechanism will allow a quick reloading of bolts after being fired by pulling a trigger. In addition to its rapid rate of fire relative to other crossbows, the strength and distance of the bolts fired are slightly better than normal variants.

 

Crossbow Bolts – Lilith carries numerous bolts to use for her crossbow.

 

Blade of Dusk – An immaculate sword made of ebony metal crafted for her sometime before she left for the Lion’s Mane. It was a present from her brother, having accurately surmised that Lilith was about to leave. Though not magically imbued or inherently strong, Lilith cherishes the blade.

 

Reaver – A magical armour set built for protection, but optimising speed and mobility by having the strength of steel and the weight of leather. It is magically conjured by a ring Lilith wears around her finger. When she wills it to appear, the entire armour replaces the clothing she originally had. By willing it to disappear, her clothing before the armour appeared returns in its original state.

 

Ascxil Imperial Seal – A medallion that identifies Lilith as a member of the royal family of Ascxil. It can grant her access to many places. It is magically imbued that only royalty of Ascxil can wear it. Upon removal it can be picked up by anyone.

[Kirisaki]

Spoiler

Theme Song: No One Like Me

 

Name: Ra'Drin

Race: Human

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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Personality: Ra'Drin is a very carefree individual overall. His main personality trait is being incredibly, incredibly, incredibly conceited. Ra'Drin believes himself to be a God, or at least he will become a God. He is very self absorbed and loves to exaggerate the truth on the feats he has done. It's also very common of him to look down on others, not because he's rude but because he truly believes himself to be superior to everyone, including Gods.

 

Bio: Ra'Drin was born and raised on a small island named Balion right off the coast of Sabia. As the smallest city-state in all of Sabia,  the small island is rarely included on maps and is more akin to a village rather than an actual city. Because of the isolation of Balion, it's culture evolved much differently than the others. The people who lived on the island worshiped Aeron above all, but also the Dragon that was said to reside in the area around Balion. A unique and rather unknown entity, the people only knew that it held dominion over both the sky and sea. Sightings of the beast were almost always followed by storms of great magnitude.

 

Ra'Drin was one of the few who saw this Dragon. In fact, Ra'Drin was probably the only one who challenged the Dragon. As Ra'Drin grew up he was blessed with incredible luck. This, in turn, created his twisted and narcissistic personality. Eventually he believed himself to be the main character of the world and strove to become a God himself. He trained to fend for himself in the outer world since he was old enough to hold a knife. Balion might not have been big, but it was known to produce some of the best assassins and warriors throughout Sabia. While Ra'Drin has no personal interest in becoming an assassin, he did absorb all the techniques he could. He was the main character after all.

 

When Ra'Drin challenged the Dragon, he received nothing. Not a single response. He was outraged by this disrespect and responded with a simple, "FUCK YOU DRAGON!"

 

Ra'Drin left to the main land to increase the pace at which he would reach Godhood. 

Stats
Strength: C
Agility: S
Stamina: B
Mana: D
Wit: A

Traits:
Acrobatics - Ra'Drin is an amazing acrobat. He always finds a way to land on his feet.

Perception - The eyes of Ra'Drin are highly developed and he can perceive movements in almost slow motion.

Duelist - One on one combat is Ra'Drin's preferred form of combat and he has a wide range of techniques against single targets.

Knife Specialist - Ra'Drin uses knives as his main weapon and is used in conjunction with his wrist-blades.  

Inventory:

Wrist Blades - A special pair of lightweight blades attached to the metal cuffs Ra'Drin wears.

Kukri Short Sword/Machete - A lightweight short sword that Ra'Drin uses for fights that require more range than his knives. With the weight focused on the end of the blade, its slashing power is incredibly strong.

Throwing Knives - Short knives meant to be thrown with accuracy and precision

Combat Knives - Longer and more suited to close combat than Ra'Drin's throwing knives..

 

[Ichihimefan!!]

Spoiler

Theme: Mirror - Ellie Goulding

 

Name: Aereth (Air-ith) Elenren (Elin-ren)

 

Race: Nymph

 

Age: 19

 

Gender: Female

 

 

 

Personality: Aereth has become mostly inverted due to how she spends most of her time in the forest alone. But she can also get along with anyone really. She’s strong, caring, hard working, and determined. She believes that once she has her mind set on something she can accomplish it. Aereth is not a big fan of humans though, but she can tolerate them for a time. The forest is a second home to her so she treats it with the utmost respect.

 

Bio:

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Aereth, from the sea. Born the only child to her two parents Tywrathian and Vanthea. Her birth marks the lunar eclipse of the summer season. Legend has it that when a child of the forest is born during an eclipse their eyes would colored with the light brought upon by the eclipse. From then on Aereth was blessed with eyes a bright shade of pink. Her hair resembled the pristine waters of the nearby sea. Her parents believed they were blessed with a very special child.

 

Ondine was the name of the seaside forest village of Xatan, Aereth was born. Her mother was a member of the council of Elders while her father led the rangers that patrolled the forest. Aereth was quite popular as a child, from her astonishing sea foam hair to her glowing pink eyes. You would think that children and adults alike would be frightened of her, but it was the exact opposite. People were drawn to Aereth. Her parents were very proud, thinking their daughter would be able to step in as the next elder when her mother decides to step down. But the happiness ended there. Aereth was not but 12 years old when her world completely changed.

 

Humans had settled not too far from the village. The Elders had met with their leaders and they had agreed to let them settle there. That agreement didn’t last long. Night fell upon the village after a day filled with rain. The clouds had dispersed and what echoed through the air was a shrill screech of a nymph being slaughtered in her bed. Soon cries were penetrating through the night’s sky. The rangers had set off the alarms warning the people they were under siege. But it was far too late. A flame was set upon one of their homes and it spread like wildfire.

 

Aereth awoke to her mother packing things into a small bag for her. It was late she was groggy. But she saw the smoke as it permeated through the window of her room. Her father the entered the room. He was in a garb she was not used to seeing him in. Is that armor? She thought to herself. Tywrathian then knelt down before his daughter and held her close to him. She could feel his heart beating steadily as he held her. She tried to ask him what was going on but the words were unable to leave her lips. He then turned to his wife, Vanthea. Tears had escaped her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. He also held her for a quick moment but then he was at the door. “I’ll be back. I love you both” Were the last words Aereth ever heard from her father.

 

Vanthea and Aereth escaped the village of Ondine that night. There were only 5 other survivors that had escaped with them. The humans had destroyed, killed, and looted the village. There was nothing to go back to, and they did not want to return. Luckily a village deep inside the forest called Corthyr welcomed them with open arms. Though it was not the same for Aereth and her mother. After losing her husband Vanthea was barely the woman she once was. Her cheeriness had faded, only grief crossed her face. Aereth was not treated the same as she was back in Ondine. The children were frightened of her due to her hair and eyes. They had never seen anything like her and believed that she had been cursed by the humans that had destroyed her village.

 

7 years pass and during that time Aereth learns that she has to do things on her own. Her mother was welcomed onto the council of Elders for Corthyr but she could barely keep herself together. Aereth became the strong for both of them. Joining the rangers of Corthyr and learning the way of the bow from anyone who would be willing to teach her. She spent days outside in the forest practicing her technique. But the forest also had something to teach her, magic coursed through the very earth. The trees and even the spirits of the woods would whisper tales about great magic for only those who knew how to listen. Aereth began to spend even more time out in the woods, rarely returning to face her mother.

 

Aereth had only just turned 17 when during her wanderings through the greenery she found something only a few could ever say they’ve seen before. A white spotted cat was basking in the sun on a grassy spot near a luminescent pond. Aereth approached cautiously but as she got closer she realized this was no ordinary cat. As he took breathes it felt as if the entire forest moved with him. Could it really be she thought to herself. Before she realized what she was doing Aereth had got down on her knees and reached out to touch the creature. As she laid her hand upon his coat his eyes opened slowly. His orbs glowed a blinding blue. Aereth froze with her hand upon it. What was she doing!? She could be easily killed. She had left her bow a few paces behind her without thinking. The beast turned his head to her and opened his mouth. This is it she thought. Aereth closed her eyes as she braced for impact.

 

But nothing came. The beast was only staring at her with his big blue eyes. Aereth knew what he was, something the villagers only spoke of in legend. A spirit beast. Aereth had no idea what the proper procedure was for honoring him. So she quickly took her hand away and bowed before him. The beast had risen to his paws and he nuzzled the girl. As soon as he touched her a spark coursed through her veins. It was a sensation that Aereth had never felt in her entire life. When she looked back up at him all that was left was a small wooden whistle.

 

Placing the whistle against her lips she blew into it and a rush of white appeared out of the trees and he had returned. From then on the two were inseparable. Though she never told anyone back at the village not even her mother. The two spent their days exploring the forest, learning from each other. Over time Aereth learned his name, Seirei.

Stats:
Strength: B
Agility: A
Stamina: B
Mana: B
Wit: C

 

Traits:
Cooking: Famous Melon Recipes
Novice Bowyer
Toxicology – Can create poison tipped arrows that have various effects: Poison, paralysis, even sleep depending on the spell
Beast Mastery- Can communicate easily with animals who can aid her at a moments notice, more specifically Seirei.
Call of the Wild – Aereth can call upon the trees, plants, and even the very earth to aid her in battle.
Heart of the Forest – A healing techniques, Aereth borrows the life force of the nature around her to heal wounds.

Warmwood Sap -  Aereth has learned how to create sap that can coat an arrow that will pierce the target releasing seeds into their skin instantly sprouting small saplings that leech the life out of the target.

 

Inventory:
Bow – crafted by a bowyer from Ondine, one of the last items she has from her home.
Bandages
Herbal Poison Remedies
Wood Whistle

[Führer Itulhu]

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Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1iNQcgEj3w

Name: Kuroi tsubasa (Kuro)

 

Race: slyph

Age: 25

Gender: male

Appearance:

 

Personality:

At times calm and helpful, at others violent and destructive. for the most Kuro is a nice person who will try to help others but can also be rather blunt…though with the help of a certain trigger Kuro suddenly turns violent and tries to burn everything in sight. He is trying to overcome his problems but with little success so far.

 

Bio:

Born to the land of Teyacia Kuro spent his early childhood there with his parents as his wings developed, it was a simple early life as both his parents were slyphs who were adventurers. As Kuro learnt the basics of the world and developed his wings he also started to learn magic from his mother along with basic cooking. It may have not been noticed by anyone but whenever Kuro looked into the flames as he cooked a ‘spark’ would light up in his eyes, it wasn’t much of an issue as it seemed to be of no importance at the time…. probably wasn’t the smartest of moves to let it go unchecked.

 

With time Kuro’s wings developed and he was ready to venture the world with his parents, he soared through the skies of lands and interacted with different people of the world. As he ventured the world he learnt of different medicine practices, and as Kuro felt he wanted to be helpful to people he decided to learn about different medicines as he traveled. Time advanced with journeys and when he turned 16 his father decided to teach him how to use a sword like he did and his mother decided to teach him how to use fire magic, she withheld teaching him for so long as she felt fire based magic was too dangerous to teach her son… if only she felt it was always going to be too dangerous to teach her son.

 

As he first conjured fire into his hand something sparked, a sadistic smile brimmed over his face and the flames grew, he had to burn something, anything, everything. With that he had to be stopped with force to prevent the forest he was in from being burnt to the ground.

 

What had been done could not be undone, the only choice was to always stop Kuro from using fire magic or witness any flame any larger than a small campfire… even then it sometimes triggered his lust for burning. With the pyromaniac awakened two faces of kuro came into existence, the one who wants to help and the one who wants to burn. to try and help with his problem Kuro’s father took up training his son completely, he knew his son was not gifted with his strength but gifted with his mothers magic so he decided to teach him how to use magic with a sword, honestly it was only a far cry attempt to help suppress Kuro but he saw it as proper training.

 

When Kuro was 20 his mother fell ill which halted their travels and they returned to their homeland. His mother spent six months of being bedridden with doctors coming and going but none could truly help her and Kuro did not have the knowledge above easing her suffering and after six months of fighting she passed away. both Kuro and his father were greatly saddened by her passing and his father decided that his adventuring days were over and he would take more interest in his homeland. Kuro could not settle down like his father and wished to travel again, this time he decided to join Dragontale as he felt it might be the best point to start his solo venturing. Though one problem presented itself which prevented him from joining for about a year….. He had a terrible sense of direction, no matter what he was tought it would not help… he could read a map but he would still get lost easily.

 

With great difficulty he found himself in strange places he had no idea about before joining Dragontale but he finally joined the guild and started his adventuring life… good luck to those who wish to know where he is now… because even he doesn’t know where he is.

 

Stats:

Strength: C

Agility: A

Stamina: C

Mana: A

Wit: B

 

Traits:

Pyromaniac- when he starts using fire in a fight a switch flips inside him and he just becomes obsessed with burning things (while laughing crazily)

 

Elemental magic- Kuro is talented in the field of magic like his mother but most his talent is shown with the elements

 

Medicines- Kuro has learnt a bit in the field of medicines from different locals during his travels which he has built on to help people.

 

Magic swordsmanship- Though he did not gain his father's strength in swordsmanship he did pick up how to fuse his magic with his sword which led him to practice at fighting with his sword and magic.

 

Terrible sense of direction- really how is an adventurer this bad with navigating? even his basic sense of direction his horrid, it’s like you have to hold his hand or he will disappear at the drop of a hat.

 

Cooking- Kuro can cook, not amazing but he can cook meals… he tries to make meals that involve the least amount of fire as possible, he would feel bad afterwards if he burnt a forest down

 

Inventory:

Magicsword- where the hell did he even get something like this? Kuro probably found it while lost… it also comes in handy as Kuro’s last sword kind of broke…. it melted

Cooking gear- just your basics like pan, knife yada yada

Camping gear- just your essentials

Compass and map- why does he even bother carrying this? it doesn’t help him in any way

[KDPtheKing]

Spoiler

Theme Song: Amuse me.

Name: Sha'ad Roka

Race: Urshad

Age: 753

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Personality: Some would call him a wise old man. Others would say he is a lazy coward. He tends to think he is just a piece of the puzzle. Sha'ad is an old Urshad who had a dream. Tha dream was to see the world and unlock the truth about the legends that have been told and forge a path for the next generation to follow. He does not speak much and he is a cautious person, much like many of his people but wisdom does takes time to gain.

Place of Origin: idk where I want to be from

Bio:
Not sure what to say. When he was young, he moved around a lot. Mostly cause that's what the Urshad did. He didn't really have a home but that was ok since he enjoyed the world and what it brought. Through the years, he began to study the different aspects of the world, causing his mind to expand and learn.

As the years went by, his travels brought him to the bird kingdom where he has stayed for a while as he writes his books. Breaking chairs cause of his weight and teaching people stuff cause they pay him to. And the queen of Lunia said he had to but who is he to say no? He old!! He don't care!!

Stats:
Strength: S
Agility: D
Stamina: S
Mana: C
Wit: C

Traits:
Wise Old Man: Wisdom is not something one is born with but is acquired over time through experiences. This, however is a skill/trait for Sha'ad because of his old age. Having seen and done many things, he has learned his limits and bounds. So he knows how to manipulate his energy and not waste it in order to, not only maximize damage but to damage what he whats and not overkill do to his large size (and he still does it from time to time by mistake because he is a freaking rock golem!!)

Mr. Miyagi: Sha'ad is well versed in the art of hand to hand combat. However, due to his size and weight, he is physically incapable of doing many flashing moves or attacking pressure points on people other than Urshad, he mainly just allows his body to talk. He is not stationary and his attacks are devistating. So that finger jab that poked a hole in your chest is now a body cavity that is missing. But he is a peaceful man who would rather not fight or harm you so breaking your weapons and armor to make you run away is much more to his liking.

The Sage: Old rock men tend to know a lot. On top of knowing a lot they tend to want to tell you stuff too. Not only that but magic is fun to play with. So talking and teaching and doing fun magic tricks for the kids roll him into a perfect roll model. And he is balanced......LISTEN TO YOUR ELDERS!!

Menial things: yes cooking and taking care of himself he can do so all those things that you do to care for yourself he does and it goes into this trait cause listing them out is stupid........don't hurt me.

Inventory:
A staff cause it makes him look wise
A book that has stuff in it
And a hammer space that holds things that you need exactly when you need it.....or not

[Mors]

Spoiler

 

Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpOSxM0rNPM

Name: King

Race: Human

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Personality: 

The past is painful and bloody, the future is dark and uncertain, but the present is blessed with exciting opportunity. King's lifestyle embraces this philosophy - enjoy the moment, fuck the consequences. Murder, rape, theft, arson; right, wrong, black white, why should anyone give a shit? There are only two types of existences in the world, carnivores and their prey, and better be damn sure that you know King is always hungry. He's not always a bad guy but he's someone who will cross any line, without hesitation, to get what he wants. 

Bio: 
Relorth isn't called the "Isle of Sin" for no reason. For thousands of years the island harbored criminals, vagabonds, vagrants, and all manner of scum unfit to live in normal societies. It was a haven for the wicked where the only law was that the strong will survive. It's no real surprise than growing up in such a harsh environment could mess a guy up. King was one of thousands of street urchins who grew up in the dog eat dog world.

 

What set him apart from the others? Nothing really, other than the part where he survived. Each new season passing marked more scars, buried comrades, and new enemies. Yet, at the same time each day seemed brighter. Each morning he could wake up and say "Still alive, motherfucker."

 

Eventually, as most others who lived in Relorth, King's taste for power grew greater and greater. Eventually he built up a small empire ruling as a small time warlord of one of Relorth's port cities. His ambition, like many others before him, would be to eventually rule over Relorth as the king rat.

 

Stats: Ranks are D-S with C being normal. D is worth 0 points while an S is worth 4. You have 10.
Strength: A
Agility: B
Stamina: A
Mana: D
Wit: B

Traits: 

Foul Play - Lying, cheating, stealing, throwing sand in the eyes or rubbing salt in the wound. King's not above using any sort of dirty tactic to get ahead.

 

Jailhouse Rock - While most the time he tries to avoid fights himself, King isn't above getting his hands dirty. His own personal fighting style uses a wild mixture of street fighting, unpredictable movements, and dirty tactics.

 

Anarchist - King thrives in chaos and disorder. His thoughts and actions are both dangerous and unpredictable. 

 

Conman - Though he looks like a brute, King has quite the silver tongue when he needs it. He uses it to smooth talk, swindle, or bamboozle others.

 

Inventory: Small concealable blade

[Chizzy]

Spoiler

Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MOJ91H4mraU

Name: Jack Knight

Race: Human

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Spoiler

Personality: 

 

Jack is a carefree and somewhat lazy individual. He often doesn't see the seriousness of situations and it is difficult to perceive whether this stems from simple stupidity or his choice to keep peace. Nothing anyone ever says seems to faze him: threats, news, or even winning large sums of money off of the lottery... nothing causes change to his carefree, smiling face. His demeanor isn't only for show though (because of his nature he is incredibly confident in his own abilities). Sadly, Jack often procrastinates in everything he does. He could be in a war zone and still find the time and place to crack open a cold drink and swap stories. Miraculously, this behavior still breeds results for the silver-haired boy, as he carries skills and abilities that many hunters dream of attaining.

With all of that said and done a couple of his weaknesses are food and pretty women. By no means does this mean he turns into a blithering idiot around either of these, it just means that these two things tend to be what makes him happy or for lack of a better word, distracted....

 

Bio: 

 

Jack Knight lost his parents to a group of vicious monsters when he was still just a very small child. Devastated, the young boy swore that he would one day become a powerful monster hunter and avenge his parents' untimely deaths. The kid proceeded to train rigorously and became a praiseworthy monster hunter in his own right. He quickly climbed the ranks and eventually became one the best members of the famous guild, Whirlwind Fangs. Yet, strangely enough, he couldn't help but feel empty. The more Jack killed the more he began to realize that his thirst for revenge never amounted to anything. It was all pointless. This was when he decided to leave the guild and tread on a different path. A path that would be more fulfilling. That is when he made the decision to become an explorer and promptly found himself journeying the vast lands with the one and only Dragontale.

Stats: Ranks are D-S with C being normal. D is worth 0 points while an S is worth 4. You have 10.
Strength: A
Agility: B
Stamina: A
Mana: D
Wit: B

Traits: 

 

Happy-go-lucky

 

Explorer 

 

Fighter 

 

Ladies Man - Despite being the furthest thing from being one, Jack likes to think he can spit game.

 

Yes Man - Jack has a really hard time saying "no" to a person in need... especially if that person happens to be a pretty lil' lady.

 

Glutton

 

Inventory:

 

Parents' Memento - A necklace that Jack cherishes dearly 

 

Infinity Edge - An ancient sword that is rumored to be a weapon of infinite possibilities.

 

Edited by poochie da monsta, 19 February 2014 - 12:00 AM.