Fantasy Battle for the Continent (Character Sheet)

[Synergy JADE]

Important Info:

All fantasy races are acceptable (e.g. Elves, humans, dwarves, orcs/goblins, etc). Heck, throw a Witcher in there. This being said, humans are the most common of these. Think of this world as Middle Earth's fourth age weird cousin. If you have any questions shoot me a message.

Our story starts the day after Runia is destroyed and many royal families and magic users wiped out in the process. If you want to be an heir or part of a kingdom's royal family, just make sure no one before hasn't already claimed them or dm them/me to make sure that it is okay you are part of that family.

Lore is home to all walks of life. This being said, I recommend being a character with some skin in the game or something to lose. Are you in Runia hoping to learn magic? Do you wish for their downfall and revenge for an old score?

Please no OP characters. I recommend starting with no more than 3 characters, but hey, I ain't your momma. Just know my character will enjoy killing dramatically you if you go MIA for two weeks.

CHARACTER SHEET

General Information

Name:
Nicknames/Aliases:
Appearance: (A picture, a description, or both)
Main motivation: (1 need, 1 want)
Height:
Weight:
Gender:

Background

Age/Date of Birth:
Place of Birth:
Residence:
Occupation:
Sexual Orientation:

Abilities and Skills

Weapon of choice: (Can be more than one)
Fighting Style: (Either a description of an original or one of the schools listed in the lore page)

(The following can be ranked from 1 to 5, 1 being abysmal, and 5 master/top 5% in existence) Put a * if that person is in training in this skill.

Power: (Physical strength and the ability to leverage it effectively)
Flexibility: (The ability to react and respond to other's strategy and style, as well as quick thinking and creativity in battle)
Endurance: (Pain tolerance and stamina)
Technique: (Ability to perform complex maneuvers and understand others', be it through intensive training, experience, or sheer talent)
Speed: (Reflexes, agility, and quickness with blade and feet.)
Magic:

Non-combat skills:

Personality and Goals

Personality strengths:
Personality weaknesses:
Fears:
Interests/Hobbies:
Likes:
Dislikes:

Long-term Goal(s):

History
(A brief paragraph explaining your character's circumstances is enough, but feel free to expand on it as much as you like)

Extra
(Quirks, habits, pets... Whatever you want to share!)

 

[Synergy JADE]

CHARACTER SHEET
General Information

Name: Auria of Runia (Princess of Runia)
Nicknames/Aliases: Ria
Appearance: Long red hair, greenish-blue eyes, and scars/burns across her arms

Main motivation: (1 need, 1 want)
Needs to seek safety after her family was murdered and her home destroyed.
Wants revenge for what was done to her and her family
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: None of your business.
Gender: Female

Background

Age/Date of Birth: 18, January 5th
Place of Birth: Runia palace
Residence: On the run.
Occupation: Was an heir and princess of Runia
Sexual Orientation: Demisexual

Abilities and Skills

Weapon of choice: His brother's sword (she took it after he was killed in front of her)
Fighting Style: Ria was never supposed to see the battle. She knows some magic but was supposed to start formal training after this year's peace celebration. So that isn't going great either.

Power: 1*
Flexibility: 3*
Endurance: 3*
Technique: 2*
Speed: 3*
Magic: 2*

Non-combat skills:
-dancing
-riding
-revenge

Personality and Goals

Personality strengths: Determination, belief, justice, and love of her family
Personality weaknesses: A little mentally unstable after watching her family being murdered and lack of experience
Fears: Being an unworthy survivor
Interests/Hobbies: Loves banter with intelligent company, dancing, riding, and now, learning how to avenge her family.
Likes: Dance, safety, and learning
Dislikes: Traitors, liars, and fools

Long-term Goal(s): She wants to avenge her family and restore her home.

History
Auria was one of four children of the house of Runia. Although she was never in line for the throne, she spends a great deal of her life learning how to be a good ruler one day. She started learning basic magic, a rare skill in her bloodline but was forbade from starting formal training until the 21st celebration. After parents are murdered, Ria takes an oath to find revenge and become more than the princess that couldn't save her family. She will do anything to be able to protect her home in the future.

Extra
She hates wearing shoes.
Atasi-her loyal horse

 

[Borge]

Alkithoë

(not an accurate portrait but does well as a representation)

• Gen. Info
• Background
• Abilities & Skills
• Personality & Goals
• History
• Extra

• 
  Name: Alkithoë
  Nicknames/Aliases: None, she won't stand for them. If you manage to give her a nickname, you've really become her friend.
  Species: Faun
  Appearance: Like most fauns, she has a goat lower half (navel down), and horns. She has double horns - one pair straight back, one pair curled down towards her cheeks. She has a diamond shaped face, and her eyes are goat's eyes (amber sclera, those horizontal pupils). Her hair is black and very reminiscent of a goat's wool, shoulder length. The hairline is quite high, showing off her sloped forehead. Her nose lacks that slope that most humanoids have. Her ear, the long furred ones of a goat (are you sensing a theme yet), have several piercings. One in the left one has a chain going from it to a piercing in her lip. The right one is missing, and there's several criss-crossing, visible scars where it should be. She's slightly pudgy, not exactly toned. Her skin is a russet, light brown colour.
  Main motivation: (1 need, 1 want)
  Needs to lay the ghosts in her head to rest
  Wants to join Onor purely to exact her own revenge (no sense of loyalty to any kingdom)
  Height: 2.17m/7"
  Weight: (I genuinely have no concept of what weight numbers correlate to! She's average for her height and species?)
  Gender: Female
  
• 
  Age/Date of Birth: Suffice to say, she's old compared to humans. A couple of centuries at least. Most would guess mid-30s.
  Place of Birth: Echo Isles
  Residence: Slum in Runia
  Occupation: Assassin/Intimidator for hire. Also poisons for sale.
  Sexual Orientation: Gay/lesbian, and demi. Not very interested unless you get very close.
  
• 
  Weapon of choice: Several daggers hidden on her person.
  Fighting Style: Alkithoë is aggressive. She has little regard for her own life, and rarely plays the defensive. She uses her height and speed to her advantage, and prefers to stab/slash people with her daggers. She does brew poisons, but only uses those for particular tasks she's been hired to do, it's not her preference. No poison on her blades.
  
  Power: 2
  Flexibility: 4
  Endurance: 4
  Technique: 3
  Speed: 5
  Magic: 1
  
  Non-combat skills: Sewing, poison brewing/making, flora knowledge (knowledge of useful plants), excellent sense of direction
  
• 
  
  She has lived a long time, and she has little patience for other people. She'll happily use you for her own ends, with little regard for your feelings or life. She's intimidating, unsympathetic, She doesn't revel in killing, but she has no difficulty in doing it. She's not the insulting kind; you won't hear any clever jabs from her, no banter. She's a doer more than a talker. She's also a survivor, with some deep, deep hurts in her past. If she saves you, it's because it benefits her. If she's a leader for a group they follow her because they know she'll achieve their goal - power, wealth, whatever it may be - but they also know she'll easily kill people of her own crew to save the whole cause. If she's a free agent and ever employed by someone, she'll follow commands, but with a certain air of "i could kill you whenever" towards her boss. Herself over others, always. At the same time, she's curiously reckless with her own life. She's a survivalist, yes, but when in a fight she's clearly rarely defending herself. Sometimes very protective of young kids, and is a friend of most animals.
  
  Personality strengths: Sympathetic towards young children & animals, disciplined, honest, practical
  Personality weaknesses: Selfish, disloyal, ruthless
  Fears: Dying before she reaches her goal (and genuinely? Heights).
  Interests/Hobbies: Sewing/knitting/other such handicrafts, star-gazing, knife-tricks
  Likes: Daggers, fish & seafood, a cold stream on a hot day, money/whatever currency is in use, ale
  Dislikes: Wine, boats (she gets seasick), crowded markets, cowards
  
  Long-term Goal(s): Kill the people who were responsible for her people's demise. Find peace once that's done, possibly by dying herself.
  
• 
  Alkithoë was, in a different life, a lovable faun with her own herd of people. A tragic event that was easily preventable by the ruling bodies wiped most of them out - leaving only Alkithoë and a few others. She grew bitter - extremely bitter. She has used the past few decades honing her poison-brewing and dagger-fighting, taking work as an assassin and intimidator. A revenge-plot has been brewing in her mind, against the rulers who allowed the flock-wiping event to happen - however she's been clouded by anger, no real end goal or plan in mind. Now, with Onor attacking, she's latched onto the opportunity to exact her own revenge. She has no loyalty or love for Onor, they only serve as a means to her ends.
  
• 
  She's usually without clothes (unless it's cold), but always dress in deference to the culture
  Collects various teeth she finds, wears them as accessories (not her enemies' teeth, just neat fangs and stuff she finds in nature)
  

ETA: More in personality section​

 

[Yahhah]

General Information

Name: Tai'iq
Nicknames/Aliases: Will normally ask new acquaintances to refer to him as Tai.
Species: Tabaxi
Appearance: Tai'iq has the appearance of a panther that carries itself and walks like a man. His eyes are a golden yellow and his body is covered in black fur. He has a nick in his left ear. He is lean of build and can even appear scrawny upon first meeting him. He has a tuft of hair that is almost always sticking up between his ears which almost resembles a normal head of hair. He has a long tail which protrudes from the end of his spine. He normally wears drab brown clothing.
Main motivation:
Needs to hide from the Onorian Captain and guards whom he pissed off.
Wants to become rich and to live an easy simple life. This whole war thing isn't helping with that.

Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 pounds
Gender: Male

Background

Age/Date of Birth: 24
Place of Birth: Zerona
Residence: A drifter
Occupation: A lot of things. Passes himself off as a mercenary, or singer. But most of the times he's just a thief waiting to strike.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual but normally romance is at the back of his mind.

Abilities and Skills

Weapon of choice: Fan of knives but normally carries some kind of rope and when there's nothing else to use he's always got his claws.
Fighting Style: He fights dirty usually using his racial speed and agility to his advantage by ducking and dodging around his opponent's attacks.

Power: 2
Flexibility: 4
Endurance: 3
Technique: *3
Speed: 4
Magic: 1

Non-combat skills: Lock-picking, sneaking around, climbing.

Personality and Goals

Personality strengths: Very quick, easygoing and clever when he needs to be. When he really wants something he is very persistent and will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Believe it or not Tai'iq is very loyal to those he considers friends and will not steal from them. No matter how shiny or valuable their possessions.
Personality weaknesses: Most of his cleverness goes out the window whenever something shiny and/or valuable reaches his gaze. He'll do pretty much anything in his power to steal said shiny or valuable thing which can and does land him in very hot water, as the greed can go before his better judgement.
Fears: Dying penniless.
Interests/Hobbies: Singing, Poem-composing, Close-up 'magic' tricks. Always loves to tell and hear a good joke.
Likes: Good Comedy, Shiny things, being complimented for his music.
Dislikes: Being caught, 'boring' people, being broke.

Long-term Goal(s): Wants to become a renowned poet, aside from being rich of course.

History
Tai'iq was born poor among the docks of Zerona, he was taught from a young age that if one wants to survive they need to get every advantage they possibly can, no matter how deceitful they've got to be. Tai'iq earned a love of the written word in the form of song and poem of a wandering troupe that came to the docks to perform in one of the town's surrounding taverns. As soon as he could the Tabaxi went about wandering as well bringing with him the music and writing he had so liked, he stayed in one place for about as long as he could until he was driven out because he got caught stealing something. That worked out, until he ended up stealing something from a higher ranking Onorian captain making the Tabaxi a target, which forced his peaceful wandering to turn into a bunch or running and hiding so as not to be stabbed multiple times by angry soldiers.

Extra
Tai'iq normally goes out of his way not to murder people but when it can't be avoided he doesn't seem to lose sleep over it.
Most of his fighting experience comes from back alley brawling against thugs or other thieves.

 

[Stern LuLuLu]

Name: Onix Lyon

Nicknames/Aliases: Leo / Sea Lion
Appearance:
Main motivation: Restoring his family business.
Height: 6.1
Weight:157 PDS
Gender: Male

Background

Age/Date of Birth:21, December 7
Place of Birth: Tidan
Residence: old family ship and shop.
Occupation: a hired hand until he can get back on his feet.
Sexual Orientation: hetero

Abilities and Skills

Weapon of choice: a collapsible trident and a hook blade with a chain on it.A saber a with guarded handle.
Fighting Style: Leo fighting style is a mix between quick spear work and close melee combat. Doesn't do well against long-range combat.

Power: 3
Flexibility: 4
Endurance:3
Technique: 4*
Speed: 3*
Magic:1*

Non-combat skills:
Navigation
Somewhat business savvy
Good talker
Basic medical knowledge

Personality: An enthusiastic fellow. He can be a bit out there when he talks but he always means well for people. He will talk about his family but not for long. He can sometimes get under people's skin without trying to. The only thing that can calm him down is being by the sea or seeing snow.

Personality strengths: never goes back on his own words. Willing to help others.

Personality Weaknesses: doesn't like being depressed too long. Can't fully commit to people out of fear of losing them.

Fears: Not being able to live up to his family legacy. Being attacked by a Kraken. Not being able to help those he cares for.

Interests/Hobbies:
Bakery
Fishing
Exploring

Likes: Snow
puns
Cake
People with strong wills
Dislikes:
Senseless death



Long-term Goal(s): Becoming a great sailor and businessman.

History

Oxin's family were owners of an up and coming shipping business. They had just managed to set up a shop in Runia where Onix was going to run. the ship which would have had gone to Onix who had only helped on the others. Until the day of the great peace where his family went to see if they could get more business. Leaving him behind to watch the shop in Tidan. Upon hearing the news of the great peace meeting Onix didn't know what to do. Almost all of his family died along with most of their employees. The rest left on a count Onix couldn't pay them. All he has is one ship and the stores.

Extra
All Onix had left is a grandmother who watches over the store in Tidan when he is away.

Wishes to learn magic or at least know someone who does

Often, carriers around a bag of snacks
and fishing gear.

Spoiler: The List

The Fairy Man

 

[Cosmo]

Name
Lorne Vellac

Nicknames/Aliases
None that he responds to.

Species
Ogrillon [Ogre-Kin]

Lorne is an Orgrillon but not a true half-ogre as that was his father. But the blood of the ogre is incredibly potent within his veins, far more then it was in his siblings, and this shows itself in his physique. He is incredibly large in both height and physical mass, his body is a series of thick muscled cords that give him immense strength, greater then what most others could ever hope to achieve. But this size does have some disadvantages, like ogres, his sheer muscle mass does not make him a man with the greatest finesse nor the quickest of wit. Being an Ogrillon does have some other benefits as he is more resistant to sickness and toxins then humans, possesses a mild regeneration and blows that would be lethal to others, laying them low, can be pushed through and endured... But Ogrillons don't tend to live long as Lorne, despite being only 28, already appears to be in his late thirties.

Main motivation
Need: To find and slay Sigrid, the dark sage of Rolgar
Want: To see his family once again.

Height/Wight
6'10/392lbs, 208cm/178kg

Gender
Male

Background
Age/Date of Birth
28, December 8th

Place of Birth
Rolgar within the Ashland's Grey Hollow.

Residence
N/A

Occupation
Mercenary, Monster Hunter

Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual

Abilities and Skills
Weapon of choice
Axes, maces/hammers and polearms.

Fighting Style
Lorne has no formal fighting style, what he knows he learned from hunting beast and his experience on the field of battle. Lorne does not fight in a 'flashy' manner lacking any real desire for bravado or urge to prove himself like a misguided youth, instead, Lorne prefers simple and efficient blows and movements using his superior size and strength to overpower and overwhelm opponents while keep his movements small and contained. Thanks to his natural toughness and biology, Lorne has little issue 'exchanging' blows with someone who may be too fast, or skilled, for him to hit conventionally, purposely leaving himself open so they can land what would be a 'killing' or 'deadly' blow to another only to strike them down when they find their blade wedged too far into his body to remove in time. Lorne is what he appears to be, a bruiser.

Power: 4*
Flexibility: 3
Endurance: 5
Technique: 2
Speed: 2
Magic: 0

Non-combat skills
Tracking, Trapping, Foraging, Animal Handling

Personality and Goals

Personality Strengths
Diligent, Honest, Decisive, Stoic

Lorne is a diligent man, he is not one to shy away from his duties or task, to balk at the path he must walk or look for an easy way out. Once he decided on a course of action, no force in the world can dislodge him. He works hard and throws every fiber of his being into whatever comes before him and will do so every moment of every day without complaint or reprieve until his body gives out. An naturally honest man, Lorne does not lie and has little time for liars in turn. The truth is what it is, people can deal with it or they can not, but he will never pretend it is anything but what it is... even if the truth holds far more pain then one can imagine. Lorne is not one to muse and ponder his options, dawdle on what to do, try and think steps ahead of his foe, no, Lorne is a hunter. He may observe, he may wait, but the second he decides to act, he acts. He does not hesitate, he does not ponder and second guess himself, once it has been decided, all that is left is action and result... and even if such thoughts ever did cross his mind, no one would ever see them because Lorne is, above all, a stoic. he does not show his pain or his discomfort for such things are his burden and his alone. He was raised to be strong, to be resilient, to be the one his fellow villagers and family could rely on... How could they rely on someone who could not hold themselves up?

Personality Weaknesses
Stubborn, Gullible, Judgement, Abrasive

Stubborn as a mule is a polite way to describe Lorne for while he will walk his path until he can walk no longer, he is also incredibly stubborn to change or alter his mind or opinion on something. If he has decided he must, he will lower his head and ram into a stone wall over and over again until either he, or the wall, gives in rather then seek another, more efficient, means. He is very slow to change or accept changes to his ways as if they have worked so far, why bother to alter it? If the world, or even the gods, came down and told Lorne to move when he did not want to? He would dig in his heels and whisper, no. For the majority of his life, Lorne has dealt with his fellows in Rolgar, a small village within the Ashlands, and his exposure to great amounts of people is still new to him as such he still takes people at face value. If they say they will do something, he believes they will until proven otherwise. If they swear to him, he expects them to keep their oath as any person of the Grey Hollow would because of this, Lorne has been cheated, lied to, stolen from and a myriad of other such things since his foray into the greater world... But a person can only trick Lorne once. Once he makes a judgement on an action or person, his judgement is final. Should someone lie to him, they will be liar to the end of their days. A coward is a coward even until they draw their last whimper. A bird cannot change its feathers, just as a man cannot change who they are and once Lorne has seen them for what they are... there is no going back and while he can tolerate such people to do what must be done, they will never climb higher in his esteem. Lorne has never been a great conversationalist, even back in his home, he was withdrawn, rough and curt. His brother, Aldire, was the one gifted with wit and charm, Lorne.. Lorne merely with muscle. As such, Lorne tends to speak bluntly and true, he calls the world as he sees it and does not think about how those words or observations may effect others... for better or ill.

Fears
Magic, Arachyaw [Ash Spiders], Sieges

Interests/Hobbies
Exploring/Hiking, Tinkering, Hunting, Cooking

Likes
Stars, Moon, Akalen [Ashland Moon Lilies], Crimson Kiss [Arachyaw Whiskey],
Exploring, Rivers, Cooking, Small Furry Animals [Like Cats or Squirrels]

Dislikes
Magic, Mages, Spiders, Crowds, Cities/Large Towns, Cowards/Thieves/Liars, the Ocean,
Sieges, War, Arachyaw/Korva/Other Ashland Grand Beast.

Long-term Goal
Find and hunt down Sigrid and then see his family again.

History

Lorne is the oldest of six children, born in village of Rolgar located within the Grey Hollows of the Ashlands. The Grey Hollows is a horrid, wretched place even by Ashland standards located on the junction of the Great Ashen Plains and the Weeping Bog, it is a land that demands much from those that dwell within it and gives very little. The village survived off of rice and grain crops grown along the edge of the bog as well as from hunting the great beast that roam the ashlands, selling their pieces to what merchants survived the journey to the village. While merchants who managed to make it to Rolgar and back to civilization would make a killing selling off the exotic ingredients and pieces to wealthy collectors, craftsmen and nobles, the people of Rolgar saw little coin being the end of a rather large money trail. In fact, the village of Rolgar was rather poor and its people always barely had enough to keep it going. Its numbers kept up only be stragglers and outcast that found themselves in its confines, unable and unwilling to leave, buts its numbers could never quite peak as a single bad day, a single wrong step and their live could be snuffed out as what happened with Lorne's father, Iskander, who was devoured by a great Korva while trying to survey the ashen plains for some professor back in Runia when Lorne was just a boy. With the death of his father, Lorne had to step up and help his family. He helped his mother take care of his siblings, leaving his childhood behind to become the figure they could turn to, he took odd jobs in the village to help his mother keep them fed and clothed, and when he was old enough, he became a hunter.

Few in the village were educated, the art of reading wasn't so important in the Ashlands where everything from the animals, to the plants to the land, itself, wanted to devour them. His family was poor and did not have access to what few safely farmable land was on the strip of land where the plains met the bog, his ungainly size and lack of finesse meant the path of the craftsmen was lost... All that was left was hunting, as Lorne wasn't good for much else besides hitting something hard and repeatedly until it stopped moving. Lorne became a great hunter, the best in the village even as a teenager because he threw himself at it with a single minded determination... but he was not the most liked person. Lorne was.. respected, he was a 'great man', a 'great hunter', but he was always on the outskirts during festivals, was unmarried while everyone his age were quickly settling down.. especially considering people didn't have the luxury of time in the ashlands.. Lorne was.. Lorne. He wasn't good with people, good at talking, he was good at taking care of things, providing for people, hunting, killing, listening... but he wasn't his siblings. His mother used to say he had too much ogre in his blood, and at times, Lorne couldn't help but wonder if he had more in common with the beast he slew then the people around him... Still, Lorne loved his village, his home, his family, he enjoyed taking care of them, watching them grow, butting heads with Aldire as only a 'father' could with his rebellious 'son'. But it all changed on the hunt.

Like most cultures and places, Rolgar had a certain rite of passage the young took to prove to the village they were adults and ready to be recognized as equals.. They hunted. The nearly turned eighteen year olds would accompany a veteran hunter and they would bring back a slain beast proving they could contribute through valor, cunning or preservice. It was risky, but not a great one as they would hunt something small, something weak.. something that they could handle and, worst came to worst, the elder would take care of it and for the last few years, that safety net had been none other then Lorne. This year was somewhat special, Aldire, his rebellious brother, the rake of the town, who had young girl swooning and married women leaving their windows unlatched and Zhenya, the daughter of Sigrid, the town sage, one of the few in the town that could read and a recluse, like her mother. A pact of wargs were prowling the plains, far too close for comfort and making the livestock worried, compared to the other best, wargs were a pest, not a threat, but they were a pest that needed to be exterminated and so were suitable for the task. Little did they know, another denzien of the Ashen Plains had the same prey. The hunt went well, the wargs were being tracked... until they found them. Their bodies torn to shreds, blood and viscera staining the ground and then it came. Barodon, a great predator of the plains, akin to a wingless dragon but with twice the attitude. It didn't see them as prey, not, they were intruders upon its feast and Barodon do not tolerate rivals. It attacked Aldire, its great maw coming to close over his body but before it could clamp down, he was shoved out of the way.. by Zhenya. It happened so fast that Lorne barely registered the flash of white hair, the shout to move and then the horrible cracking of bone.

The Barodon was eventually brought down by Lorne, his brother stunned, covered in the blood of the woman who saved him and Zhenya... She died in Lorne's arms. He tried to stem the bleeding, but the second he saw her, he knew it was too late, but he couldn't help but try.. but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop the blood from flowing around his hands and pooling around him, staining him with his failure, her eyes that looked at him with such fear, the tears that leaked out, how her mouth moved as she tried to speak, tried to say something but the words were unable to slip through the blood that had filled her lungs... Lorne still has nightmares, at times, of what she was trying to say. Help me? Save me? Where had he been? Why hadn't he been there? Why? Lorne carried her body back to the village, she was so small, like she hardly weighed anything at all and she had saved Aldire... She should never had needed to. Aldire tried to speak a few times on the walk back, but his voice stopped each time, save for once when he tried to say something.. Lorne did not agree with but was wise enough to stop when he noticed the glare from his older brother.

Lorne carried her to the small hut her mother, Sigrid, lived at. He never forgot that moment. Of when she opened that door, the emotion that passed over her face.. Something had changed that day, Lorne just didn't know what. Over the next year, people started to disappear as monster attacks on the village increased, everyone assumed they were being carried off into the night and with each passing week, the village grew closer to doom. The attacks were getting bolder, larger, and they weren't able to stop them all as more and more people disappeared... Finally, Sigrid appeared with a plan. She would carve a grand warding sigil into the very earth around the village and with it, the beast of the ashland would be turned away. It was outlandish, no one understood what she meant, but Sigrid had always done right by them even after the loss of her daughter, and with no other options, they agreed. Lorne, Aldrie and three other hunters pushed out to halt the tide of beast until the warding was complete... And once the sun had set and the night rose, it happened. A flash of light, a pillar of blinding energy that pierced the sky and what should have been a moment of glory felt like a stone that had dropped in his stomach. Bile rose to his throat as the air felt electric as even where he was, leagues away, he saw it. A figure within the pillar, a darkness that swallowed the light around it.. it reached down and spoke. The words forever etched in Lorne's soul and then it was over and the world was still.

The hunters returned to their village to find a ghost town. Everything was where it had been left, as if someone had painted the village... and then erased the people. There was no hint or sign of them, it was as if the gods had plucked them right up. His mother, his siblings, gone. Lorne knew Sigrid was the cause, the spell had gone wrong, it had to be.. but that wasn't true as Lorne would later find out in his journeys. The spell, whatever it was, had gone off correctly. No warding spell could cover something so vast, it had been dark magic... A ritual of grand design and scale and the people of Rolgar had been the ingredients. Sigrid, the Dark Sage of Rolgar... His failure had taken everything from the woman, and so she had taken everything from them, but why? Why had she done what she did? What was the purpose of the ritual? What was that thing he saw? He did not know, but Sigrid did. He would find her. He would get his answers, and then, he would throttle the life out of her. To that end, he has traveled the land earning pay for petty work, monster hunting or as a mercenary as he tracked down clues and leads for her. His brother, Aldire, doing the same, sending him messengers when he uncovered something new to help point him in the right direction. Lorne has done... terrible things in his pursuit, he will continue to. There is no place on this or any other realm where he will not find her.

Extra
Has a younger brother who survived named Aldire.
Lorne cannot read nor do complex mathematics.
Lorne fought as a mercenary for Onor and aided in the fall of the Runia Palace as he believed Sigrid was working as a professor there.
As an Ogrillon, Lorne has reduced sensitive to magic [trouble using it and a small resistance], coupled with his lack of any formal education means Lorne has no magical ability, whatsoever. And while he has potential to learn the most basic of magic, his natural dislike of magic and mages means he will never learn said basic magic.​

 

[Athanas]

General Information

Name: Febo de la Zot
Nicknames/Aliases: Febo, the snake of gold.
Appearance:

Main motivation: Needs to serve his family's ambitions
Wants to find his place in the world

Height: 6"1

Weight: 165 pounds.

Gender: Male

Background:

Age/Date of Birth: 22, May 21

Place of Birth: Zerona(although he claims he is from Chaan)

Residence: Normally a wealthy estate in Zerona, but currently on the road

Occupation: Nobleman. secretly a spy.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Abilities and Skills

Weapon of choice: A mastercrafted rapier, paired with a parrying dagger
Fighting Style: Rather than engage in the brutish bloodletting so common amongst warriors, Febo has been trained to fight with his mind as much as his body. His capacity to perform complex and outlandish maneuvers is unparalleled, and he is able to predict his enemy's moves with an alarming degree of accuracy. While this makes him a terrifying foe, cunning foes might be able to use his planning against him.


Power: 2
Flexibility: 2
Endurance: 2*
Technique: 5
Speed: 3*
Magic: 3*

Non-combat skills:

Legerdemain
Organization
Lore Knowledge

Personality and Goals

Personality strengths:
Very intelligent
Understanding
Insightful

Personality weaknesses:
Easily Flustered
Conflicted
Insecure

Fears:
Inadequacy
Being found out
Failure

Interests/Hobbies:
Studying
Playing board games
Cooking

Likes:
Intelligence
effectiveness
etiquette

Dislikes:
Brutes
Stupidity
Onorians

Long-term Goal(s):
Fullfill his mission as best he can

History
The proud house of de la Zot is one of the most ancient houses in all of Zerona. It is easily the most influential one, too, with the other houses either paying tribute or being de facto vassals to it. However such a state has not come about through luck or fully legitimate means. The house is infamous amongst the underworld for it's very frequent shady dealings and unscrupulous means that it uses to maintain power. In fact, many a political opponent of the house have suffered horrible "accidents" or were suddenly in possession of incriminating materials or goods. When more underhanded ploys fail, overt brutality is instead the house's weapon, and each and every member is an unparalleled warrior.

Febo himself was born a fourth son. Although the child early on showed incredible promise, it was quite clear that his heart was never really in it. The duplicitous ploys of the De La Zots, and their amoral nature was something the child was not particularly comfortable with. Yet he did his duty as instructed. Even when the Onorians came, still he did his duty, and arranged for the delivery of the extravagant payment.

Unfortunately the ploy was not complete, and now his father has given him another mission. He must track down the heir of Runia, the most prominent of the Kingdoms, and keep a close eye on her and her dealings. In this manner, his father shall have a pawn in place to use in the future...whether to aid the Onorians, or, if the opportunity presents itself...claim the kingdoms himself.

Extra: The face paint he bears is traditional to Zerona. He claims his mother was from there, and she made him promise to always wear it as a reminder of their people. This is...only a half lie. The scars, he claims he got during a fight for a friend's honor. Once again, a half lie.

 

[Baradour]

CHARACTER SHEET

General Information

Name: Captain Valtek
Nicknames/Aliases: Will answer to Val outside of military situations / structure

Appearance:


Main motivation: Revenge initially, keep Auria safe (later)
Height: 6’2
Weight: 220lb
Gender: Male

Background

Age/Date of Birth: 35
Place of Birth: Runar
Residence: Officially apartment in the palace complex, also has rooms at “The Dead Egg”, a tavern in the merchants quarter.
Occupation: (former) Palace Guard, specifically personal Bodyguard to Prince Erzan (deceased)
Sexual Orientation: Hetro

Abilities and Skills

Weapon of choice: 2 handed sword with a back up of a pair of matching fighting axes.
Fighting Style: Highly trained and skilled, if there is space and distance then he uses the greatsword, up close and its axe work.

Previously his focus was (obviously) defensive, primarily shield work to protect the prince now his focus and his anger drive him towards attack and offense. Used to fighting and practising in full plate armour his lighter load enables him to move with surprising dexterity.

Power: 3
Flexibility: 4
Endurance: 4
Technique: 4
Speed: 3
Magic: 1*

Non-combat skills:

Social skills, is used to dealing with/talking to nobles/royalty.
Can maintain armour and weapons
Horseriding

Personality and Goals

Personality strengths:
Honourable
Honest
Hardworking
Very patient
Organised, attention to detail.
Very observant, has highly developed almost sixth sense for threats/danger.


Personality weaknesses:
Quick to anger (since the attack)
Cynical
Obsessive
Very anxious about his face, will not take off his mask if he can help it, can get angry if asked about it and what’s underneath.
Feels that he failed as a bodyguard

Fears:
Failure
Looking stupid

Interests/Hobbies:
History
Strategy
Chess
Sword fighting/duels

Likes:
Training/exercise
Real ales
Rough, common folk with no pretence (a long way from the nobles he normal is around)
Romance novels (shh, don’t tell anyone)

Dislikes:
Dishonesty / fakers
Those who seem to enjoy their ignorance/stupidity
Cats
Children

Long-term Goal(s):
Initially revenge but also to protect any surviving members of the royal family (once he learns there are some)

History

“I was your shield and I failed, now I shall be your blade, I shall not fail, I shall not fall”

Valtek was the primary bodyshield to Prince Erzan for 5 years before the great betrayal. Picked from the already skilled palace guard he was given advanced training and skills to protect the prince but when it came down to it he failed.

He’d protected the Prince with his shield and then his body, taking the crossbow bolt mean for the prince, he’d stayed on his feet for a few more seconds before the mace blow that wrecked his helmet, his face and his consciousness.

He was (so he was later told) dumped on the palace midden with the rest of the corpses, he’d been stripped of his armour and left for dead. Crossbow bolt deep in his chest, face covered with blood and a noticeable dent in his exposed skull it was perhaps not surprising.

That the weeping widow huddled over the dead body of her son even heard his faint rattling breath was unlikely, that she cared or was loyal enough to get his body taken for help was fortunate. That she happened to know an apothecary willing and able to save his life was nothing short of miraculous.

So he is alive, his face is horribly scarred, you can literally see the bones and jaw in the side of his face and there is a noticeable dent in his skull. He has a leather mask which covers half his face

Magic
Has no magic himself but part of the training when assigned Royal Bodyguarding duties was regular exposure to a number of spells cast at him by the mages of the palace. This has granted him an awareness of when a spell is cast upon him as well as a very limited resistance to them.

Extra
Has excellent knowledge of the palace and its workings.
A network of friends and associates around the city.
Eating and drinking is a very messy affair so will be done in private.

 

[blitzfritz]

Name: Kidari Kirinyui (pronounced "KEY-dari KEY-rin-YU")
Nicknames/Aliases: Kiki, "devil child"
Species: Tiefling
Appearance: There's a reason why people call her a devil child: her skin is a lighter purple mixed with flesh-colored undertones, the skin almost lavender-colored in some places, and her hair a dark shade of brunette that's often tied in a low braid. Her eyes are a solid white with no sclera or pupils, and two features are identifiable when speaking to Kidari or her race; the first is a long prehensile tail that's the same as her skin color that starts at the end of her spine and extends roughly four and a half feet, ending with a tapered point like a harpoon's. The second is large dark-shaded horns on her head that curve downward and come back up, similar to a young gazelle's. Other than these demonic features, Kiki often wears dark, heavily covered clothing (especially around her waist and a mask on her head that covers her mouth)-not just to conceal who she is, but because it's cold up in Drobis!
...Oh, and don't forget about the sharply-pointed canines.
Main motivation:
> Needs to find a way to get to the Echo Isles and seemingly "disappear" from the public eye for a while after the Palace of Runia's massacre. The Echo Isles are the perfect place to do that.
> Wants to find who's left after the Massacre of the 21st feast, as some are wont to call it.
Height: 5'08"
Weight: None of your biznits (It's 162.3lbs.)
Gender: Female (she/her, also uses they/them if trying to stay hidden)

Background

Age/Date of Birth: 21 y/o|September 17th
Place of Birth: The capital of Drobis
Residence: Kiki was living in the Runia capital for a few days to find work during the feast, but now that plan has thrown itself out the window after the massacre.
Occupation: Sellsword for hire, but she also can provide information and...other services, if needed. (But you'll have to pay her more.)
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Abilities and Skills

Weapon of choice: Their trusty handy-dandy dagger (that she calls Celica the III, since she went and/or lost the previous two Celicas. She won't tell why). She can also handle a variety of light weapons to use, from crossbows to spears.
Fighting Style: Hand-to hand combat is Kidari's specialty, as she can easily move her opponent around the field and goat them into doing what she wants. However, she isn't helpless in ranged fighting; hand her a crossbow, and she can hold her own. Her attacks aren't offensive, as Kiki prefers to stay on the defensive, and that's where most of her power in moving her target across the arena comes into play-Kidari used the environment to her advantage, and to do most of her damage. She can also use the limited fire magic at her disposal to do fancy tricks (now innit) and help with her attacks, so that's fun.

Power: 2.5*
Flexibility: 4
Endurance: 3
Technique: 3*
Speed: 3.5*
Magic: 2

Non-combat skills:
> Sewing
> Knowledge of mythical beasts (from their time in Tidan)
> Knowledge of trappings/locks and how they work (aka lockpicking)

Personality and Goals

Personality strengths: Empathetic, headstrong, honest to her word (when you gain her trust), and generally easygoing. Kidari is someone that can go with the flow of most encounters and often does not speak unless it's necessary...which is also a downfall.
Personality weaknesses: Too curious for her own good, unruly in a fight, distant to most people-and if you lose her interest, she doesn't hesitate to start eyeing your stuff to see if she can snag and sell it for a quick buck. Kidari's unruliness can spill out of fights as well when she's upset and/or stressed.
Fears: Being starving and dying on the streets, possibly being a next target for the Onor because of her limited fire magic...oh, and deep water makes her extremely nervous (she does know the basics of how to swim, but anything that she can't clearly see the bottom of and/or imagine a sea creature in it, she freaks out a little about it).
Interests/Hobbies: Cooking, listening to music, playing dice games, prying into others' lives. because "curiosity killed the cat" isn't enough of a warning for you.
Likes: Watching card and dice games, sunsets, having some spare change on her person, the occasional hook-up in case being a sellsword doesn't make enough money, small pets like dogs or cats (even if said pets don't like her because of her demonic aura that they sense), sweets treats and baked goods, the snowy and forested landscape of Drobis.
Dislikes: Bloodthirsty violence, sandy areas like the Ashlands, deep water, anyone who touches her tail or horns on purpose, people who simply view her as a "demon/devil child", and most alcohols (she doesn't drink-Kidari claims that it tastes weird every time she has a sip, which is a half-truth)

Long-term Goal(s): Seek a semi-permanent home she can stay for the moment.

History
Thanks to her mother making a pact with an incubi, Kidari resulted. Having half of the traits from her father of a demon tail and horns (plus the canines and the solid-colored eyes), her mother was frightened and scared of what her daughter was. Mother kept her, of course...just kept her distant, at an arm's length. Right up until she was just past puberty being set in, and that's when Mother pushed her out and into the city by herself. Kiki survived and scraped by for a while, occasionally catching merchant caravans into the other kingdoms as a "acquaintance" or, in no better terms, a servant to these caravan merchants just for somewhere to stay the night. Some merchants were ok with the demon child, some treated her like dirt-it was a roof over her head and food for the day, the tiefling would reason.
As she grew up, she took on longer jobs as something akin to a servant for the bigger families in the kingdoms. It was certainly better conditions that the merchants could give, that was for sure. One night, a young "prince" of sorts in the kingdom of Tidan found her and decided to take the tiefling under the family's wing to stay with for the meanwhile-from what Kidari could gather, this prince often did this act to people that piqued his curiosity. During her stay, she would often listen to the family's conversations, and through this made a "plan" or some such to help keep herself afloat in business; first by offering her services to the prince that took her in.
It wasn't a unanimous decision, but it did come with responsibilities and huge consequences if the tiefling messed up. Rest assured, the young adult did do her job correctly and efficiently, and thus gained the trust of most of the whole family (some still had doubts because of her demonic heritage). Being a sellsword for hire now, it means she kept to the job with other families as well.
Some tieflings would revel in the looks and judgements of being demonkin. Kidari tries her hardest to the people she's in the presence with to make sure they don't see her as a threat to their safety.

Extras
> Kidari's tail often coils around one of her legs when she's nervous.
> She learned of her ability to use spurts of fire magic on complete accident, when the tiefling accidentally set her mother's dress on fire in a moment of fear. Kidari only really uses fire magic to distract people, as a parlor trick, to help start campfires-generally used nonviolently and defensively.

 

[Bigmoe808]

General Information

Name: Meadeus
Nicknames/Aliases: Mud King/Gorgonson
Appearance:
Main motivation: Cure his blindness
Height: 5.9
Weight: 300 pds
Gender: Male

Background

Age/Date of Birth: Unknown (Appears to be in 30s)
Place of Birth: Unknown land of Olympia (Was first found in the Echo Isles)
Residence: Echo Isles
Occupation: Wanderer
Sexual Orientation: Hetero

Abilities and Skills

Weapon of choice: Dual Bronze Axes


Fighting Style: A Berserker until the deed is finished. Bites with steel until his foes crumble like dust. Break the enemy, break their keeps, break their hordes, break their minds, break their bodies, break their spirits. BREAK.

Power: 3
Flexibility: 2
Endurance: 5

Spoiler

"Is immune to psychological attacks and mental dmg (made from the pieces of Olympian heroes brave enough to look at a gorgan, cannot feel Fear under normal circumstances)"

Technique: 3*
Speed: 3
Magic: 2*-Imbues his weapons with a curse that petrifies whoever and whatever they can bite or dent. Victims become slower and risk becoming full statues if they take too much dmg. Luckily, it's lethality is offset at being easily curable...if he doesn't shatter the victim before the curse is lifted. Strangely enough, can also sense his reflection

Spoiler

"Will use this to learn how to psychologically impose fear on nearby enemies and reduce their will to face him."

. The cost is that the Petrification Curse is a two way streak-his body slowly reverts back to stone wherever he strikes, giving him temporary armor but also making him easier to break. The Worst, however, is what comes when it must be cured...
Weakness: 3-

Spoiler

"Water. Salt>Brachy>Fresh in terms of potency. Becomes slower and petrification wears off in the harmless amount-worse case scenario, however, his personality flips and he is susceptible to fear. All stats are reduced by 1 if Feared."

Non-combat skills: Sculpting. Painting. Weaving.

Personality and Goals

Personality strengths: Focused. The good side of the tunnel vision coin.
Personality weaknesses: Reserved, sometimes even ignorant of others feelings, anti-social. The bad side of the tunnel vision coin.
Fears: The Ocean.
Interests/Hobbies: Artisan
Likes: Snakes, Art, Reading, Spiders.
Dislikes: Injustice and Hypocrisy

Long-term Goal(s): To complete his body, gain vision, and become a Hero.

History:
In another time, a priestess who had been wronged fell out of favor with her goddess. As punishment, she was turned into a horrendous monster that could turn mortal men to stone at the mear sight of her. Many Heroes and Warriors across the land tried to slay her, and many were defeated before her time finally came to an end. However, it would seem that a part of her Legend was lost to its own history as a recent finding has reveal a piece of the priestess' Legacy. For amongst the army of men to have tried their luck against her, the priestess found some to be of exceptional character. From their statues, she took the highest quality pieces, grinded them into dust, mixed them with her blood, and started to sculpt that which she believed to be the perfect warrior. Yet, before his completion, she was out witted in battle and finally slain. The statue lay hidden for a long time...and yet, in the mysterious land of the Echo Isles, an anomaly of a man has appeared. Blind but not feeble. Terrifying but not Malicious. With a body like stone he could be hero, but even he is uncertain of his purpose in this world.

Extra
>Has a tiny pet jumping spider named Ara Ara.
>Uses a combination of both her and his hands to get a precise look at things.

>Carries a water skin filled with fresh boiled water at all times.

>Wants to learn what colors are like, as he struggles to define them.

 

[deer]

❛ navara pathfinder ❜

when my time comes, forget the wrongs that i've done - linkin park

• ⭒
• ϟ
• ☁

• General Information
  Name: Navara Pathfinder; a name given to her by the pirate captain Caine Blackfoot of The Wicked Serpents.
  Nicknames/Aliases: Navi to her crewmates Calys and Lester.
  Race: Tiefling, though, she wasn't born as one but cursed. How? She has no recollection.
  Appearance: With long, flowy grey-white hair that falls down her back, the female tiefling can not hide her long, pointed ears and two thick, double horns that have silver-painted tips at the base of both sides of her head. Her skin colour ranges from a hint of light-grey to a neutral ash brown colour that shows small veins trailing down her arms and legs that is more visible in the sun. However, compared to other tieflings, she could appear slightly more human if she didn't have a tail attached to her spine that matches her features. Nevertheless, her long, slender nails are usually black and quite sharp to touch.
  
  Small in size, Navara only stands at five feet even and tends to be light on her feet, even if she can be a little clumsy - tripping over thin air or even her tail. Her deep-set, yellow eyes tend to seem as if they glow due to the lightness of her iris to match her white sclera. However, a noticeable marking on Navara is the scar on her left eye and below. Two slash marks appear to have healed from an incident long ago, though the open-circular shaped mark completes the reminder which reflects the encounter she had with a creature that could have caused her to lose her left eye.
  Main motivation: She needs to find out who she is, where she's from, and what her purpose is in life. From the moment she woke up from a dark, cruel, slumber, Navara feels lost and out-of-place as if she didn't belong among the rest.
  The tiefling wants to not be a burden to her crewmate and feel independent to the point she could take care of herself without feel like a baby doe. A place where she feels happy with herself. And in order to do that, she must seek growth and knowledge outside of their comforts - an adventure towards her path.
  Height: Five feet even though her attitude makes her feel taller.
  Weight: Petite and easily liftable, but please don't disrespect her by lugging her around and carrying her without her permission. Her tail works as a whip afterall.
  Gender: Female
  
  Background
  Age/Date of Birth: 21 years old; December 21st
  Place of Birth: Navara woke up somewhere in Ashland and couldn't pinpoint exactly her location at the time. She hasn't come back since due to fear of what she may find.
  Residence: The Wicked Serpent's pirate ship as she explores the seas between Ashland and Tidan, assisting in trading goods, and adventuring
  Occupation: Navigator | Merchant
  Sexual Orientation: The tiefling may have had a couple of interest, but, before she could pursue, somehow, someway, the person of interest would be nowhere to be found. She has no preference nor experience.
  
• Abilities and Skills
  Weapon of choice: Navara prefers daggers and short knives as her weapons if something comes in close contact with her if she doesn't use her claws or her tail. They prove to be easy to use and carry on her. However, she won't be averse to carrying a spear ( or rather throwing the spear and sharp objects ) but avoids swords, blades, bows, etc.
  
  Fighting Style: At times reckless and impulsive, Navara thinks on her feet and tends to take whatever comes her way. She avoids hand-to-hand combat and could only defend herself when necessary. Although she may have the short-end of the stuck due to her stature, she uses her surroundings as her playground and takes advantage of what she has. It'll be easy for her to crawl in small spaces, go underneath a creature, and finding a weak spot. She draws strength in being quick on her feet, agile, and flexible. ( Besides, who doesn't like the feeling of climbing atop a giant creature and cutting them down through their weakspot or neck? )
  
  Power: 2
  Flexibility: 3
  Endurance: 3
  Technique: 2
  Speed: 3
  Magic: 2*
  
  Magic: Navara is still learning how to control her magic: lightning. It comes in small sparks and waves depending on her concentration. However, every time she uses this skill, there are some issues such as tremors in her voice and/or aches in her chest. Small spells and magic come easy to her, however, she's careful to not go overboard in using more energy than she can handle, especially complex ones such as "summoning" lightning ( which she is nowhere near capable of doing ). Though, touch her when she's practicing, small "zaps" can be felt.
  
  Non-combat skills: Since Navara is a navigator, she uses the stars, sun, etc. to help her in directions. She's great with astrology and at times can use it prophetically.
  
  Knowledgeable by reading various books and source materials she can get her hands on ( the culture of different kingdoms, creatures, etc. ), Navara is fast-reader and has great memory. She's always looking forward to discovering new ideas and inventions. Nevertheless, she likes experiencing things first-hand and because of her whims, her crewmates at times have to watch over her so she doesn't get into mischief.
  
  A great drinker and cook, Navara likes creating and trying new ingredients. While she doesn't enjoy messing up, she'll perfect her cooking before giving it to her mates. Furthermore, be wary of Navara's drink concoctions, never know what you'll receive!
  
  All in all, Navara isn't without her flaws and can be a paradox when it comes to her ability and skills. She may be flexible and agile in her steps, it doesn't make her a great thief nor super subtle.
  
• Personality and Goals
  Personality strengths: Bold and outspoken, Navara is honest with her thoughts and opinions. It's very easy to tell what she's thinking through her expressions and actions. Nevertheless, she is compassionate and passionate, especially towards those she considers friends and close to. Although she appears young, she has her moments of wisdom and at times, uses her cleverness to try to get herself out of sticky situations. Her quick-wittedness and reflexes usually aids her when she's in need. Furthermore, she's responsible and tends to distinguish when it's time to work and when it's time to play. Though she can be embarrassed and shy when it comes to letting her guard down, she cares and trust often.
  
  Personality weaknesses: Despite being an adventurous soul and one who loves independency, the tiefling is gullible and naive. Since she's fond of learning, if someone explains to her in great detail how great something is, she'll believe it, even superstitious stories or conspiracies. It's easy to persuade Navara to go along with something. But, that doesn't mean she will spill secrets nor things that are supposed to be kept quiet. If someone does try to pull one over her, her anger will have no bounds and she will return the favor. While she is a perfectionist and tough on herself, it isn't easy for her to admit when she needs help and an ear to listen. Unfortunately, Navara has an inferiority complex and at times may challenge someone bigger and taller her to a challenge - most of the time it's a drinking contest and/or she ask to spar. Nevertheless, she's always filled with mischief.
  
  Fears: Reptiles, though she doesn't understand why. It frightens her.
  Interests/Hobbies: Star-gazing, Swimming, Drinking, Hunting, Reading and expanding her knowledge
  Likes: The wind in her hair, the smell of the ocean, Feeling free and exploring the world, The smell and sound of fire, Sweets, Shiny things
  Dislikes: War and destruction, Spicy food, Death, Sleepless nights, Enclosed spaces and feeling trapped
  Long-term Goal(s): Navara hopes to one day feel full and not empty. Although the people she surrounds herself feels the void for now, she hopes whatever is gnawing at her in the back of her mind will stop, especially the nightmares that causes her to lose sleep and scream from nightmares.
  
  History
  Smoke, darkness, and fire filled. Though she couldn't open her eyes, she saw it through flashes of memories in her mind. Screams of terror and high-pitched shrieks of pain continued to echo through her ears. But, she couldn't wake. Continuous tumultuous pain and turmoil ached, burning sensations spread all over her body as she clawed at her neck for someone to help. But none came.
  
  It felt like eternity. Until her eyes fluttered upon. Her eyes gazed at the clouded skies as a whiff of wind passed through her frame. She laid there frozen, unmoving as she looked around aimlessly, wondering where she was and what she was doing. The tiefling felt her ears twitch at first before groaning at the uncomfortableness beneath her. Her tail, smashed against her silhouette and the ground. But, that wasn't what woke her. The smell of burning, decaying flesh filled her nostril as she looked over only to see a few feet from her, a lifeless body. With a quick jolt, she stood, the sight made her gag as she managed to vomit out whatever was in her system.
  
  Once she had enough courage, she ran and ran until she couldn't any longer. It felt like days trekking through the plains, attempting to avoid any creatures that she met along the way. But, she wasn't so lucky during one encounter. Before she knew it, she was thrown across the tree, bloodied left eye, as she stared into what may have been the moment she'd die. However, the impact didn't come as she heard a loud thud hit the ground.
  
  It was then, the hand that saved her, took her up and carried her. Captain Caine Bloodfoot.
  
  While at first Navara had a rough time acclimating to her new surroundings and the people she was with, acting like a wild animal, it was only when she felt comfortable and trusted the Captain and crew enough did she start opening up to them. She became friends with Calys the Harpy and Lester only for the Capn' to later regret ever putting the three of them together. They were a rowdy bunch and never one without the other. The three of them looked after each other and went on many outings together. Nevertheless, whenever it was time to trade with other nations and do business, Navara was always on Captain Caine's right-side, assisting, and making sure the deals he was getting leaned towards his favor. She was, afterall, a "good luck" charm as he always said.
  
  Nevertheless, time spent with The Wild Serpents continued smoothly for a year and a half or two until Navara made the decision to follow a different path. But, in choosing to part ways with them, her decision landed her in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Wherever the stars led her now, her fate will align with those in her past, present, and future.
  
  Extra
  - Her memory loss lies in her past and there's hints everywhere, but Navara herself doesn't see the signs. However, she does know she's cursed from a sage she visited once. ( Destined to do greatness but fall to destruction because of it )
  - She's great at parkour and running which ties into her and her crewmates being the face of wanted posters in one of the cities. ( For what? Well, pirates do what pirates do . . . and it's quite a story! )
  

 

[animegirl20]

General Information
Name:
Princess Jade of Ashland
Nicknames/Aliases:
Her father use to call her Lucky Charm

Main motivation:
Need: To get back home and be sworn in as new ruler of Ashland
Want: Revenge for the death of her family
Height:
5'6"
Weight:
120
Gender:
Female

Background
Age/Date of Birth:
18/April 23
Place of Birth:
Ashland
Residence:
In Hiding
Occupation:
Princess of Ashland and soon to be Queen
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Abilities and Skills
Weapons of choice:
Spear, Bow and arrow, staff
(she's currently using spear)
Fighting Style:
Jade doesn't have certain type of fighting style. She was taught to survive whatever means necessary and to adapt.
Power:
3*
Flexibility:
4*
Endurance:
4*
Technique:
3*
Speed:
3*
Magic:
1*
Non-combat skills:
Singing
Cooking
Drawing
Personality and Goals
Personality strengths:
Clever, Hardworking, Compassionate
Personality weaknesses:
Stubborn, Insecure, Perfectionist
Fears:
Having to become the new ruler of Ashland
Thunder and Lighting
Interests/Hobbies:
Reading, Cooking, Singing, Exploring, Drawing
Likes:
Reading, singing, dancing, cooking, animals, Exploring, Drawing
Dislikes:
Cruelty
Long-term Goal(s):
She wants to avenge her family's death.

History
The meaning of the jade stone is purity or purification it is regarded as a stone that protects and supports loving heart energy, it also symbolizes gentleness and nourishment. These were things Jade's father saw in her. He said she was pure, loving and gentle though that wasn't the original reason why he named her Jade. He named her Jade because she was lucky or so he said. Jade was born dead no signs of life anywhere. But to everyone surprise Jade had suddenly came back life after five mins of being dead. Though confused by it everyone rejoiced and her father named her Jade. As she grew up this seem to be true Jade did seem to be very lucky always at the right place at the right time. Some how avoiding death when she shouldn't have. He soon enough started calling her lucky charm.

Though Jade was seemingly a lucky girl she was also the runt of the family. Where everyone else were big, strong, brutel and ruthless warriors Jade wasn't in fact she didn't seem to have the talent for it. She always had to train harder then everyone else. Jade had a older brother and sister who fit the warrior culture and life style they had a talent for it. While Jade on the other hand more of talent for the arts. Jade trained hard but no matter how much better and stronger she got she just couldn't seem to catch up to everyone else. But there was one thing she had the upper hand on, magic, though she doesn't know much she did learn how to create bearers big or small and she was determined to learn more. She wanted to be just as good prove herself to her father, mother and her siblings, who would always tease her.

But now it's not her family she needs to prove herself to, it's the kingdom. She is the only living heir and honestly she's not sure if she's ready for that kind of responsibility or even wants it but one thing is for sure though. She will avenge her family and everyone else who died.​

 

[Synergy JADE]

General Information

Name: Aroshann the SoulReaper
Nicknames/Aliases: The Reaper
Appearance: Features shift constantly, as a result of the sheer number of souls he has consumed.

Main motivation: He needs to find enough souls to absorb to stay alive.
He wants to find the Dragon's Eye so he no longer has to use all his powers to stay alive and rather can grow as powerful he was at height of his life.
Height: Around 6' though hard to tell began his appearance shifts so much.
Weight: Unknown
Gender: Male

Background

Age/Date of Birth: Around 250, though he doesn't really know or care anymore
Place of Birth: Old Runia
Residence: Onor
Occupation: Dark Sorcer for the Onor armies
Sexual Orientation: Sex ceased to be interesting around 87 years ago

Abilities and Skills

Weapon of choice: Magic (mainly teleportation and spells that paralyze)
Fighting Style: He teleports whenever possible and follows wherever the most death is happening in a fight

(The following can be ranked from 1 to 5, 1 being abysmal, and 5 master/top 5% in existence) Put a * if that person is in training in this skill.

Power: 3 (though he can use magic to enhance)
Flexibility: 3 (prefers uneven odds where his opponents stand no chance)
Endurance: 4
Technique: 5
Speed: 5 (with magic) 3 (if forced to use a weapon)
Magic: 5- (his ability to wield magic depletes quickly with the effort of keeping his lifeforce going unnaturally long)

Non-combat skills:
-poisons, plagues, and potions

Personality and Goals

Personality strengths: Being a top tier asshole, dedication to himself
Personality weaknesses: Selfish, unstable, and cruel
Fears: Becoming weak
Interests/Hobbies: Watching the suffering
Likes: Chaos. Revenge.
Dislikes: Taking orders and peace.

Long-term Goal(s): He wants to use the war to gain power

History
At the age of 15, Aroshann was apprenticed to train under the Sorcerers of Whispering Tower. Though renowned for his magical prowess, he was shunned by many of his peers for his experiments on stray animals and street urchins. The Guilt argued about whether to continue his training, but a large donation by a benefactor made the Guild hold their tongues. Three years later, Aroshann disappeared from Runia, leaving his master sorcerer dead. For several decades nothing was heard of the boy and the Sorcer's Guild declared him dead. The matter was thought to be over until ten years following the signing of the Great Peace and he appeared at a port in the Echo Isles wearing the pelts of many beasts thought to have been long extinct. Wherever he traveled plagues and death seemed to follow. While some towns succeeded in driving him away, many paid for it in the curses he called down upon them. As time went on, Arosann became more and more twisted, needing more and more lives to support his use of dark magic and sustain his life. The only friend he ever had was Sigrid, the Dark Sage of Rolgar, with whom he would take refuge between his travels. Eventually, the Guild of Runian Sorcerers came for him and he was forced to flee to Onor, where he was made a unique offer by the king.

Extra
-10/10 Would Not Recommend

 

[Stern LuLuLu]

Name: Rita Silverwing
Nicknames/Aliases: Zero / Blood Arctic
Appearance:
Main motivation: need: To master her magic
Want: Blood to survive
Needs to perfect her magic
Height:5,5
Weight:137
Gender: female

Background
Species: Vampire
Age/Date of Birth:40/March 30
Place of Birth: Onor
Residence: Onor Camp
Occupation: Sargent in Onor Army
Sexual Orientation: Bio

Abilities and Skills

Weapon of choice: Short sword and wand in the shape of a dragger
Fighting Style: Uses ice magic to freeze and the blood of her enemies.Often before killing them with a specially made sword.
The sword has a hole in the tip of the blade that leads to the hilt where the capsule stores the blood.



Power:3
Flexibility:3 *
Endurance: 5
Technique: 3.5*
Speed:3.5*
Magic:3.5*

Non-combat skills:
alchemy
reading people
Medicine


Personality and Goals

Personality strengths:
Cunning, willingness to do whatever it takes to get the job done, confidence
Personality weaknesses:
Her ego, overconfident at times, and
Fears: not having food. Being useless and lava

Interests/Hobbies:
collecting blood
Improving her magic


Likes:
Vases
games
blood

Dislikes:
Nonpurebloods
Fools
Some superiors
Long-term Goal(s):

History
Will be added

Extra
Sometimes uses blood to make take things
Sometimes treats blood like beer.
keeps small capsules of blood on her at all times.

Considers herself Aroshann's ally.


Will edit later tried.