Fantasy Aerumen Characters

[Wert]

We're going to put the character's here just in case.

 

[Wert]

Name: Unknown

Nickname(s): Thing, Blu

Age: around 13

Species: Northern Impline

Status: Alive

Description: A quiet yet curious boy, he was raised secluded for his own safety. Though he loves the human couple who took him in, he's grown quite restless being cooped up in their little cottage away from the world. Somewhat instinctual, he can be a little territorial and protective, and it shows itself in discomfort and often irritability if he doesn't need to be aggressive. He has little experience in many things, but is quick to learn and adapt when he can. In appearance, he is around the same height as a human child at fifteen, though for his species he is a few years younger in growth. His skin is light blue and speckled with freckles of a darker shade, and he has piercing amber eyes in contrast. The uneven mop of curls on his head is white, along with his brows and eyelashes. Like his claws, the two horns on his head are filed down as to not attract more attention than he already does, but his prehensile tail and long, pointed ears are harder for him to hide. When he smiles, his sharp canines often protrude from the sides of his lips, though they are kept well concealed with calm expressions. Although he isn't aware of it yet, he is capable of camouflaging himself to appear more human than he is. This doesn't change much of his anatomy though, as he still lacks having the same amount of fingers as humans.

 

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Name: Mission

Nickname: Black Hound

Age: 32

Species: Human

Status: Alive

Description: She's a strong warrior, stoic and levelheaded to most that meet her. Truly however, Mission is quite emotional and filled with a rage birthed from being the lapdog of the former King, she was apart of the forces that slaughtered Northern Impline Tribes. Raised in a family of Knights, she was brought up with honour in her house and taught to do what was right, and to deliver justice in the name of the King. She was a Talented soldier, wielding Sword and Shield she made her way up the ranks and was noticed by the King, leading her own men into battle eventually.
Mission didn't agree with the slaughter Impline tribes, and she had no real hatred for them or any other race; she was indifferent. She thought herself as the King's Knight and to her, following her orders is what she was brought up to do, you are devoted to your King or Queen without much question. For this she was disgraced, when the people turned on the King, they turned on her too; she still holds a lot of resentment to everyone for that, to people, especially the royals/nobles that turned their back on the ones that protected them - even her own House. She questioned what honour was and how she perceived morality. Mission has a lot of self control, she had wanted to lash out multiple times upon being disgraced, thinking her situation was unfair...instead she just dealt with it and went her own way, however one can only bottle something up for so long before it bursts. Mission now travels with regrets & her own sense of dealing Justice..

Companion: Ludo, He's a Horse with a white mane and hair; grey face and a creamy coat.

 

[Wert]

The Caravans

• Mircea
• Esra
• Bast
• Correll
• Mal
• Arbonath
• Foxy

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  Name: Mircea Limmeadow
  
  Nickname(s): Mercy, Mira
  
  Age: around 90
  
  Species: High Elf/Dwan Elf
  
  Status: Alive
  
  Description:
  Mircea is a tall man, standing at 6'4", a feature he got from his mother's High Elf genes. He has heterochromia, his left eye being yellow and his right eye silver, they glow in the dark, something that comes from Dwan elves to help them see at night. He has dark purple skin and narrow yet soft facial features. His hair is long and an off-shade of black, often kept in a braid. Mircea is not a stranger to extravagance, but was raised mostly around other Dwan elves. His mother passed away after reaching her 150th year, and his father is now a recluse, isolating himself to a tribe within the eastlands. Mircea was born with a natural aptitude for magic, and spent many years studying it, even after taking charge of the caravans. He's talkative and a little bit mysterious, as many of the caravan inhabitants are. Over the years he has collected a party of people to join him in his travels around the world, using their abilities to entertain and even help others for money. Little else is known about his past, and he isn't one to open up about everything.
  
  
  
  
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  Name: Esra Alfdorn
  
  Nickname(s): Es
  
  Age: 25
  
  Species: Sprite elf
  
  Status: Alive
  
  Description:
  Esra is a sprite elf, so she is naturally quite short and unashamed of being so. She has dark brown hair, almost black, that stops at her shoulders and curls upwards, and red eyes that are round and rimmed with thick lashes. Her ears are pointed and small, and her nose is buttoned. Her smooth skin is a human-like pale with a few freckles here and there. She's often seen wearing dresses and with her lither, Silte, at her side. While she isn't skilled in fighting or even with most magic, Esra is very friendly and open. She cares for even strangers, and would put herself at the end of a sword for her friends. That being said, what she lacks in combat skill, she makes up with knowledge. Esra isn't the smartest person around, but she is well studied. Especially with geology and gemology. She could tell you if a rock came from the westlands or if a gem was fake with a few moments. Her collection of rocks from around the world might not interest some, but she finds them important.
  
  
  
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  Name: Bast
  
  Nickname(s): Bast, idiot, pest
  
  Age: unknown
  
  Species: Unknown, supposedly human
  
  Status: Alive
  
  Description:
  Bast is tall for someone who isn't a high elf, standing at 5'11", and is lean built. He has tan skin, pointed yellow eyes, and straight black hair that is often described as being like silk. There are various markings on his skin, like one would see on a dwan elf, which many believe to be runes. They've become the envy of a few people he meets, as some assume he has gained the trust of dwan elves enough to share their secrets. When it comes to his past, beyond him joining the caravans, not much is known. Mircea seems close to him, and they had a romantic relationship for a short time, but even he knows little about Bast's past. Though, he does know more than the others.
  Bast is experienced beyond what his appearance may say about his age, but he isn't one to show this knowledge often. Aside from using magic, he's skilled in using a few weapons, mostly those found within the eastlands. Personality wise, he is, well, everywhere. His refusal to share his past makes even some of his companions understand him less than they would others. Though, a few things shine between the mysteries such as his dislike of the westlands capital, his loyalty to the caravans, a skill with fighting, and a mischievous streak even his friends have been on the shit end of.
  
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  Name: Correll
  
  Nickname(s): Grump,
  
  Age: 17
  
  Species: Human
  
  Status: Alive
  
  Description:
  Correll is a human presumably from the southern Midlands. He's currently training to be a blacksmith and also getting lessons from Esra on geology.
  
  
  
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  Name: Mal'lur Buckswein
  
  Nickname(s): Mal
  
  Age: 42
  
  Species: Human
  
  Status: Alive
  
  Description:
  Mal is a human who was born in the Eastlands, but was raised in the Midlands. Ever since he was a child, Mal dreamed of being a Knight who can protect those around him and fight; However, this never happened for various reasons, one being an old prejudice to eastlanders. He became a foot soldier for the military when he reached 17 and spent most of his life traveling, scouting, and guarding. A few years had passed when the Northern Impline Slaughter began, and Mal became a deserter. He instead joined an opposing group, simply known as a the Frozen, who sought to protect the northern implines and fought to do it. Mal became one of many wanted for treason against his country, taking shelter with a tribe of Nuikk barbarians when they found him wounded. He stayed with them for some time before joining Mircea and his small group of travelers, offering to protect them in exchange for passage. He's been with them ever since.
  
  
  
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  Name: Arbonath
  
  Nickname(s): Tinker
  
  Age: 48
  
  Species: Dwarf
  
  Status: Alive
  
  Description:
  Arbonath is a blonde dwarf, his hair is usually tied up and his beard is heavily braided. His eyes are blue and he rocks a wide nose above his mustache. From the bottom of his eyes running down his cheeks in a straight and thin line are dwarvish letters; they're translated to "Build Together". Arbonath's Mother was a Blacksmith and his Father was a Toymaker, they both taught him their crafts at a young age and he had pride for his parents - especially his mother who lost her life fighting against a raid of Goblins. This sent Arbonath's father into a downwards emotional spiral. His father eventually left their Dwarven Kingdom, getting away from the fear of constant danger - this was for Arbonath's benefit more than anything. As he grew older and supported his father as they travelled, selling Toys and getting work with Blacksmiths whenever they stayed in a village for a while. However his father never truly got over his wife's death and took his own life when Arbonath was 26. Shortly after that the Dwarf came across a broken down caravan and helped fix it up, Mircea recognised the Dwarf's skill and knowledge on the wagons and took him in.
  Arbonath is a strong fighter, being on his own for a while he knows how to defend himself using his Warhammer or Unique Crossbow/Catapult Hybrid - the Catabow... "it's a good name okay!??!" However, with great detail and elegance Arbonath has created a few small devices powered by crystal that he has used to fight, for supplementary uses or to simply just get him a drink if he needs one. Though with all these smart little toys that he has and keeps in working condition with maintenance, Arbonath has a pet project inside one of the Caravan Wagons that he spends his free time on. Though he always does his chores and maintenance on the wagons before the project, never putting it first over the needs of the Caravan as a whole. The wood and metal looks crude, with symbols and crystals dotted over it's handiwork, cogs and mechanisms reside within. He has never said what it is exactly, he just says it's a surprise. If it's ever done. He’s a less skilled Alchemist, but learns on the road - his potions can end up being quite tragic/comical when testing. He knows how to make a bomb pretty well.
  
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  Name: Evangeline Fox
  
  Nickname(s): Foxy
  
  Age: 27
  
  Species: Human
  
  Status: Alive
  
  Description: Pushing 7" she's A woman with flair and quite eccentric, once a noble she lost favour with King Artemis at a young age after her clear opposite views and spoke out against him politically. She lost everything, her lands and titles and her people. This did a number on her mentality, she still wears the only piece of high-fashion clothing she managed to keep, though she has had Arbonath tinker with it adding the odd bits of metal - leather and patches as she eventually started growing out of it. The colour has dulled over the years, but she refuses to wear anything else when out and about.
  Foxy trained to use a sword when she was a noble and fought her own soldiers to keep them on their toes and also herself. Though where her skill comes from is the fact that she has Super Strength and Impenetrable Skin, a walking Tank and it's a perfect talent to perform for audiences. Because her magic isn't elemental, it's easier to trick most civilisations that aren't elvish that her raw strength is natural. However she uses her magic to augment her muscles, skeleton and skin. Mircea picked her up and she now commits her loyalty to the Caravan, she can lift a wagon so that Arbonath can fix a broken wheel or carry a large amount of goods from one wagon to the other without needing to stop. She's usually patrolling on the ceilings of the Wagons and acts as their bodyguard.
  
  Image: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/55/b0/ca55b0969b0faa8b202c47d1500bca59.jpg
  
  

 

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The Scorched Riders​

Name: Bastion Nickname(s): N/A Age: Unknown Species: Unknown Status: DEAD - Slain by Foxy Description: Bastion wears armour like Mana, his helmet is less of a visor and more of a slit in the metal which is big enough to show his red pulsating eyes. They're disturbing to look directly at and can put people off guard for a moment. He is a brawler and wields a battleaxe, he's not a good a fighter as Mana - but he makes up for it with the ability to tank most attacks even magical. Bastion's also the quickest, surprisingly since he's a tank he can close the gap and make sudden movements in a second. His speed is what makes him dangerous. Bastion is quite talkative, the most talkative of them all - it can annoy Mana but it's also helpful, because he calls out everything in their unique language which allows them to work together almost perfectly. He is a building block on an almost formidable team of riders, being the pillar of the successful executions of their missions. Bastion has no opinions on his targets and doesn't really get angry like Mana does, he is however quite proud.

Name: Mana Nickname(s): N/A Age: Unknown Species: Unknown Status: Alive Description: The Leader of the Trio, Mana wears a full set of Armour & Chainmail like the others - it's heavy looking and covers up almost all of his features making it impossible to tell what race he is. The armour is a dark blue and almost purple, with patches of black scorch marks dotted around it. His prominent feature however is the single horn protruding from the front of his helmet above his gridded visor. Mana wields a large sword which he usually doesn't carry around, but instead he can summon it to his hand when he wants to fight. Mana actually doesn't use magic other than this, being a brutal dueller and disturbing presence on the field of battle. Mana speaks both common and a language unique to the scorched riders, his personality is usually just pure rage; getting angry at almost everything. And when you inconvenience him or dampen his progress on a Mission, it'll piss him off completely. Mana also does well with his tasks, being quite efficient. He makes everything personal, even his tasks - it allows him in his mind to put 100% into executing it.

Name: Rook Nickname(s): Silent Rider Age: Unknown Species: Unknown Status: Dead - Slain by Mal Description: The Silent rider, Rook wears matching armour to her fellow Riders - however her breastplate is perfectly forged to fit over her bust and form, making it obvious to others that she is a woman only from this. Rook has a metal, sharp Mohawk across the back and over the top of her helmet, coming to a slightly point at the front. She wields a sword and the water spears that she can conjour into her hand using magic. She most prominently uses magic in the group, having an affinity to the water element which is tainted by black making whatever water constructs she creates quite shadowy looking. When wounding someone with her water magic, it leaks into their cuts and causes them to be poisoned - it can only really be drawn out by another water user or advanced healing magics. Rook doesn't speak much at all, hence her name - she can say the odd word in their unique language, but other than that she is basically mute. Though this doesn't make her any less effective, she is a very skilled magic user and works at range very well. She is also a valuable asset because of her tamed Fairy, almost an impossibility, but due to the binding ring on her finger she is able to control the caged creature when let loose. Rook is elegant and almost perfect with her precision; making instinctual decisions in the heat of battle that'd turn the tide back to her favour very quickly (As shown when she feinted a spear throw at Mission and had Bastion Skewer her in the back).

 

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The Hitchhikers​

• Guilty
• Quiet

• 
  
  
  Name: Guilty
  
  Nickname(s): Goblin Wizard
  
  Age: 19
  
  Species: Goblin
  
  Status: Alive
  
  Description: Guilty stands at about 3", covered in scars- she wears simple clothing, most of the time a loose vest unless she needs to wrap up in her human coat which is big enough to cover all of her and wrap up nicely. Common is her second language and she doesn't speak it amazingly well, always referring herself in the third person and speaking it brokenly. Though she is self-taught, like most of her knowledge. It's true that Goblin's aren't known to be Intelligent, but they're cunning and know how to survive - Now Guilty is Intelligent. Enough to find a Tome of Magic in the cave systems she lived in which she learned and adapted and added to over the years she had it at the young age of 12. At 16 she was had become a powerful presence, but also a bit of a nuisance to her tribe - the leader of which tried to slay her scared that she would usurp him. He was never seen again and Guilty left, not knowing what came of her tribe after that.
  Shortly after leaving she tried to befriend a Troll called Brutus, however it was all a trick and she was knocked out - tied up and tortured for it's entertainment. It planned to eat her eventually, but took pleasure in scarring it's prey as it "tasted better". Guilty was saved by the Kenku named Quiet, who wounded the Troll enough so that they could both get away. Guilty turned the Troll into a Frog and took him with her for the best revenge ever.
  
  Companion: Brutus, the Frog.
  
  
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  Name: Quiet
  
  Nickname(s): Bird
  
  Age: 26
  
  Species: Kenku
  
  Status: Alive
  
  Description: Standing at about 4"8, Quiet is a Black Raven Kenku who usually wears a cloak that covers his entire body. Not much else distinguishes the Bird Creature apart from his talons for hands and feet. Being a Kenku he can mimic the sounds of people or things he hears perfectly, but cannot speak himself so not much is known about him even by Guilty in terms of his history except the sounds he may have heard in his past. We just know that he's an amazing stealthy thief, he wields Daggers and speed if he needs to fight and not much else.
  Quiet saved Guilty from being turned into a paste by a Troll, slicing through it's Achilles Tendon it crippled the Troll and it could no longer chase after them allowing the Kenku to free Guilty from her binds and get her out of it's camp. Ever since then Guilty has travelled with the Kenku, surviving by stealing and tricking people. Guilty doesn't trust easy, but she trusted Quiet for a while and shared some of her knowledge of magic with him - however the Bird has never had an affinity for it, but appreciated the gesture.