Fantasy Lost Hope | Characters

[corvox]

(And a small introduction)

Welcome to my first roleplay on RPNation, Lost Hope! It started out as a Fire Emblem-inspired RP on a different, smaller site, but eventually morphed into its own thing.

If you're confused about anything, I'd hold off writing what you're unsure of and wait until I've written an IC introduction - or hit up the OOC thread that will be posted after this.

Anyway, here's the character sheet:​

Biology
Name:
Age: (birthday optional)
Gender:
Appearance: (please include height - weight is optional. Both images and descriptions welcome, as long as the descriptions are informative.)
Sexuality: (optional, but preferred)

Nature
Personality:
Backstory:
Hometown: (a map will be available later, with all towns listed)
Relations: (other characters your character knows/is related to/has relations with - E.G: "Robert is Bobert's brother," or "Sam is a colleague of Mark's,")
Allegiance: (the side your character takes in the story. They don't have to be allied with the three nations - they could even be devoted to simply one person.)

Equipment
Class: (Warrior (melee focused), Mage (magic focused), Rogue (agility and melee focused), Cleric (healing and magic focused) and Beastkin (melee or magical, main focus is the ability to transform into a beast) are the five available classes.)
Sub-class: (Sub-classes are your choice. They can be whatever you want, as long as they fit in with the character's Class. E.G: Knight (Warrior), Dark/Light Mage (Mage), Priest (Cleric), Thief (Rogue), Kitsune (Beastkin). If you have any questions, head to the OOC thread.)
Brief Sub-class summary: (information about your Sub-class. Their abilities and weaknesses, etc.)
Armour:
Weapons:
Staves: (only available if character uses staves)
Potions and Tinctures: (E.G: healing potion, antidotes. Alcohol and any other drinks would fall under this category.)
Miscellaneous Items: (trinkets and other things your character carries around. This is optional.)

Optional Features
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[Coyote Hart]

Hey, it's Chasm Guardian/Coyote Hart.
Here's my current character idea. I'll add on more information as the lore becomes available.
Coyote Hart's RP Database - Zephyr Terwilliger

Changelog:

• 9/3/18: Completed character sheet (save for Character Relations and unrelated stuff to the RP), replaced theme and changed Elwind to Lethal Breath

 

[corvox]

Hey, it's Chasm Guardian/Coyote Hart.
Here's my current character idea. I'll add on more information as the lore becomes available.
Coyote Hart's RP Database - Zephyr Terwilliger

That's fine. He's accepted!

 

[Amiki]

Roses are red
I like to bake
I wrote these quickly
so there might be a mistake

Anyway here's my first set of chars. More coming soon/when they're needed!

Spoiler: King Wilson Reynold III of Thyr

Biology
Name: King Wilson Reynold III of Thyr, goes by his last name
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance: Blue eyes and long pale yellow hair, kept neatly combed under his helmet. Also has a quality generic king beard, aka a somewhat bushy goatee. Wears an eyepatch over his left eye, with a long scar across his face. Wears the green and gold colors of the Thyrian royal family on his thick plated armor and cloak. His mount is a light brown pegasus with a white stripe down the top of its head. Stands at about 6'3" tall.
Sexuality: Straight

Nature
Personality: A peaceful but strict king. Reynold may have the typical easygoing nature the majority of Thyrians share, but when the time comes he becomes a harsh general who will defend his beautiful kingdom at any cost. While the Thyrian army may be small, Reynold is able to inspire confidence in all his soldiers. He has a soft spot for his family and close friends,
Backstory: Reynold is the third in the Thyrian royal family to bear the name, and he bears it well. As the prince he served in the Thyrian army's flier squad and quickly learned the arts of aerial combat. With the passing of his parents, Reynold assumed the throne at 28, after which he bore two heirs, a boy and a girl. Determined to train them for the day one of them would need to replace him, Reynold spends several hours a day making sure his children have access to anything they may need, from training weapons to libraries.
Hometown: Thyr castle town
Relations: None for now (Will update once the other major story characters get added!)
Allegiance: Thyr

Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Sky Paladin
Brief Sub-class summary: Sky Paladins are heavily armored flying soldiers, and very skilled fighters. Due to their armor they're much slower on the ground, but even one or two can hold off a large group of lesser aerial fighters. They typically wield melee weapons such as swords or spears.
Armour: Both he and his pegasus wear heavy green and gold plate armor bearing the Thyrian crest.
Weapons: An ornate silver and gold lance and small broadsword
Staves: N/A
Potions and Tinctures: N/A
Miscellaneous Items: N/A

Optional Features
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Spoiler: Aria Zashe

Biology
Name: Aria Zashe
Age: 1553, appears around 14-15 years old
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler: Image

4'10" tall. Her dragon form is a silver and blue amphiptere. Can't find a good ref image unfortunately

Sexuality: Straight but she's a pure child >:[

Nature
Personality: Aria is incredibly sweet and caring, unlike a lot of Serallians. She's not always the happiest, but she'll do anything to protect her friends. When in a good mood she's quite playful and loves to joke around or just hang out. She's often found playing with the kids around town, or giving rides on her back in dragon form.
Backstory: Aria is a Dragonkin that's been hanging around Serall since before the kingdom was even founded. She looks quite young for her age, although that's natural for her kind. She loves attention and can be quite clingy with the citizens she's made friends with, though they all seem to enjoy her presence. Occasionally she tags along on battles but usually stays behind curled up in the castle. Her best friend is general Tharel Sharpe, and the two of them have been friends since he was young, despite their differences in personality now.
Hometown: Serall
Relations: Tharel Sharpe ( corvox get on it smh)
Allegiance: Tries to avoid conflict, but will support Serall if necessary.

Equipment
Class: Beastkin
Sub-class: Dragonkin
Brief Sub-class summary: Dragonkin are beastkin that assume the form of dragons. They often live a very long time and age slowly, and attack with elemental breath weapons and their claws. Aria's breath is a blast of ice magic, to match the country she grew up in.
Armour: None in human form, and thick scales in dragon form.
Weapons: None in human form, ice breath in dragon form. Amphipteres don't have legs, so she can't scratch you, don't worry!
Staves: N/A
Potions and Tinctures: N/A
Miscellaneous Items: N/A

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Spoiler: Scorn

Biology
Name: Goes by Scorn. Refuses to ever say his real name.
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Wears light green and silver mage's robes and tall brown boots. Most of his face is concealed by a mask that looks like a falcon's face, but he's got reddish brown hair and brown eyes.
Sexuality: (optional, but preferred)

Nature
Personality: Scorn is incredibly greedy and lusts for power. However, being a somewhat scrawny mage, he resorts to manipulation and curses. He's also usually quite nervous, as he's wanted in many towns. Nothing he says is trustworthy, and he will stab you in the back first chance he gets.
Backstory: Scorn grew up in Thyr, and began studying magic very young. He quickly became obsessed with it's power, and spent most of his time learning as much as he could. Eventually this lead him to darker and darker magic, at which point his practices got him exiled from the city to Alathil. He's intent on returning the god Serath to the world, and using his power to destroy anyone who had ever opposed him. He himself lacks the power for the necessary sacrifices to open up a gateway to the realm of the gods, but perhaps he could take advantage of someone else in need of power...
Hometown: Thyr, now lives in Alathil
Relations: Has a younger sister, Maya Hassa.
Allegiance: Serath and himself.

Equipment
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Lunatic
Brief Sub-class summary: Lunatics are dark mages who are, you guessed it, complete lunatics. They're incredibly dangerous and almost always outlaws, and have been almost completely consumed by their own power.
Armour: Mage's robes
Weapons: Mage's tome, filled with various dark spells and curses.
Staves: N/A
Potions and Tinctures: N/A
Miscellaneous Items: N/A

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[Kamen-Drago]

Biology
Name: Sedna Amaruq
Age: 21. Born on Winter Solstice.
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler: Appearance

Human/Sea Beastform:

. Land Beastform:

Her Land Alt-form is 5 feet, sea-forms is 22 feet and her human form is 5,4 feet.

Sexuality: Androphilic

Nature
Personality: She doesn`t like to waste energy so she is very calm and laid back. When plenty of energy can be gained, like when hunting she does a 180 and and gets very excited. She is kinda playfull in her mannerisms. She prefers traditionalism and does not mind monotony.
Backstory: A pretty twisted bastard of 2 Beastkins, An Orcakin mother and a wolfkin father. No one knows how Sedna`s condition came to be but many speculated there was some dark magic involved. After it was known, the parents thought long and hard but decided to get rid of the child. Senda was found by a hermit who raised her. The hermit taught her on how to hunt and survive on her own in a very young age. She is now older and living on her own, not knowing that her condition is abnormal.
Hometown: None, she is an hermit.
Relations: None.
Allegiance: Serall, but that is mostly a defense thing.
Equipment
Class: Beastkin
Sub-class: Akhlut-kin
Brief Sub-class summary: A beast-kin with 2 beast forms, based on if they are in water or not. In water, they resemble a killer whale while outside of water they resemble a wolf-orca hybrid.
Armour:Leather, she made it herself using seal-skin.
Weapons: She has a spear in her human but she rarely uses it as she prefers the her bites and claws. She also carries around a knife.
Staves: Nope.
Potions and Tinctures: Canteen of Seal Blood.
Miscellaneous Items: A frost-covered silver locket that has been frozen shut. The hermit found her with it but it is unopened for a long time. Thread and needle for any accidents.

Optional Features
Quote/s: '' In Serall born and raised. On the hunting ground where I spent most of my days.''
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[ShadowZero]

Biology:

Name: Fyris Ryhkoe

Age: 20, 7/22

Gender: Male

Appearance: Short, spiky, golden hair with brown eyes, with a relatively light skin tone. Wears blue and green clothing over his armor, with two shoulder guards and a piece of green cloth connecting the two. Pretty muscular from all the training that he does on what is essentially a daily basis. About 5’7.

Sexuality: Bisexual



Nature:

Personality: Fyris is a very kind strong person who hates injustices of any sort, be it against the poor, or the defenseless, or whatever. However, he is also far from the brightest person in the world, as he didn’t get his position from being an intelligent strategist. Even with his sometimes great stupidity, he remains faithful to his home kingdom and will fight for it and those he loves.

Backstory: Fyris was born to a noble family, and was treated well by them, being taught right and wrong and all that. As he grew up, he would occasionally watch the soldiers spar and do their duties and wanted to be one when he got old enough, even if his parents didn’t want him to. He was persistent though, and gained the reluctant approval of his parents and joined the military. He soon rose in rank thanks to his speed and skill with the blade, being promoted to the esteemed rank of general. Now he still trains and hones his skills just in case he ever needs them to help his kingdom.

Hometown: The thyrian castle town

Relations: Nothing right now

Allegiance: Thyr



Equipment:

Class: Rouge

Sub-class: Myrmidon

Sub-class explanation: A swordfighter that relies on quick speed and agility more than pure, brute strength. A myrmidon tries to hit an opponents weak spots and strike them by moving as quickly as possible.

Armour: Light scale armor for slight defense, light enough so he can move around more quickly when in the heat of battle and still have some level of defense.

Weapons: One silver katana.

Staves: N/A

Potions and Tinctures: 3 vulneraries

Miscellaneous Items: (optional)



Optional Features:

Quote:

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[corvox]

Okay, time to actually come out of hiding and post my characters! I blame BTS.

At the time of writing this I am extremely tired, and can only manage to get one character down. I shall edit this post as I get the others done, so keep a lookout!

Spoiler

Biology
Name: Tharel Sharpe
Age: 21 (13th October)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Quite pale (as all Serallians are), with an athletic frame. Tharel is muscular, but also lean. He stands at exactly six feet, which is a cause of frustration for him, as a lot of people are simply an inch taller.
He keeps his black hair neatly cut and washed, only letting it reach the nape of his neck, although it is slightly longer at the front, simply so he can have a nicer fringe.
Traditional Serallian noble clothing adorns his frame. A simple white, long-sleeved shirt, with a slightly thicker undercoat. On top is the centerpiece, if you will. A fur-lined, gold trimmed black coat, with them fancy golden tasseled shoulders. Everybody loves those. Somewhat tight-fitting (you have to show off, you see), dark trousers do their job covering up the bottom half (sorry, ladies). And leather, steel-toed boots go three quarters up his shins. A dark red cape is fixed to the back. It seems to be in spotless condition, with no tears or marks anywhere.
A leather belt is what holds the sheath to Tharel's sword.
He is often told his best features are his dark, brown-red eyes, and the mark to the bottom left of his lip. Although his entire face is very handsome.
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nature
Personality: Arrogant and short-tempered. A man who won't simply take "no" for an answer, Tharel will throw a tantrum if things don't go his way - only to immediately try it his way, not stopping at anything to achieve his goal. His ambition gets the better of him, and as a result, he can be quite gullible. Any offer of power or success will sway Tharel, and you will eventually get your way with him.
To complement his arrogance, temper, and ambition, he is also incredibly vain. He thinks highly if himself, and only himself. Everyone else is below Tharel - even if they are the king of his beloved country. He fawns over his appearance and accomplishments constantly.
As if there weren't already a myriad of reasons to hate the bastard, Tharel's favourite thing to do - besides look at his reflection - is to torment those around him. He takes pleasure in the suffering of others, and is usually flirting with people just to see their reactions. He often creeps out all the women that could be his future wife.
That said, there are times where he has self-doubt. Where he isn't so sure of himself. But those are very rare.
Backstory:

Spoiler

Being born into a noble family, you'd expect this little child to grow up healthy and happy, right? You couldn't be more wrong.
Everything seemed fine until he turned nine. His mother loved him dearly, although his father was always acting a little strange around the kid. That's when everything spirals downhill. Tharel's father commited atrocities even the most violent murderer would be disgusted by. And it would never end, it was constant, every day. The poor child lived in fear. When he wasn't crying himself to sleep, he was screaming. When he wasn't screaming, he was completely silent. A year of hell passed. Once again traumatized by his father, Tharel went to seek comfort in his mother. Her room was quiet. She was lying on her bed, but her chest wasn't slowly moving up and down as she peacefully slept. Her position was stiff, and her skin was unusually pale, even for a Serallian. There was blood everywhere and a blade in her hand. It was obvious what she did.
Another scar.
He had no one. Until he met a little Manakete, named Aria. The two quickly bonded and became best friends, and Tharel would sneak out to see her at nightfall. He eventually developed feelings for her, but it seems she never felt the same way...
Later, Tharel's father re-married. He was hoping his new step-mother would be a pleasant lady, just like his birth mother, but she was everything but that. In fact, his step-mother was a lazy, controlling witch that would join his father in berating and abusing her child.
After nearly nine whole years of torture, Tharel managed to escape into the army. He worked until he passed out. He trained until he could no longer stand. For four good years, the young man fought to become Serall's general - no, Serall's finest general. He did well. But he let the praise get to his head. He grew up into a different man. The cowering child from ages ago was a different person.
Eventually, he gained his position as a general of Serall. Just a year ago. He has yet to command an army in battle, but maybe now...

Hometown: Serall's Capital, the Castle Town
Relations: Very close friends with Aria Zashe, and is somewhat close with King Alexander. Refuses to associate with his parents.
Allegiance: Serall, and himself.

Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Paladin
Brief Sub-class summary: Paladins are mounted knights, riding into battle on their graceful armoured horses. They are often very skilled in the lance or sword, and move just as regally as they look.
Armour: Light cloth, a noble like him is simply too good for ugly, dented metal or drab leather. Luckily, the fur lining his coat offers just a little protection.
Weapons: A silver lance and sword.
Staves: None.
Potions and Tinctures: Sometimes seen with a bottle of alcohol. He's a heavy drinker.
Miscellaneous Items: A ring from his birth mother. It's polished every day, and there isn't a single scratch on it.

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Biology
Name: Zira Reynold
Age: 22 (10th June)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Zira stands at 5'5''. She is a fair-skinned, with a thin yet elegant build. Her dark brown hair reaches her elbows, and her fringe is held back with a golden tiara.
Her general everyday outfit consists of a pale red, short-sleeved undershirt. Her light pauldrons are strapped over, laying fairly lightly on her shoulders.
A thin but well-made leather belt holds up her white knee-length, pleated skirt and contains a sheath for her rapier. Underneath she wears black leggings. Ankle-length, slightly high-heeled boots are all Zira needs for shoes.
Her hazel eyes go well with her hair colour. At least, that's what most people think.
Sexuality: Asexual

Nature
Personality: Zira is an extremely sweet and forgiving person. She is willing to find the good in everyone. It is very, very rare for the princess to truly hate a person, even if they commit a thousand atrocities.
She may be kind, but she is extremely timid. Princess Zira shys away from everything and is generally nervous around strangers - taking a good few hours to become comfortable around them. To go with her timidness, Zira is rather too humble and often puts herself down while complimenting others.
She finds the struggle of being royalty rather hard, but perseveres for the people.
Backstory: Born into the royal family of Thyr, the child of Wilson Reynold and his unnamed wife. They lived happily for a year or so, before Zira's mother passed away during the birth of her younger brother. The two of them were left to be raised by their father. Zira decided to pursue a calmer life, dedicating herself to the libraries of the castle and focusing on her studies rather than combat. She had never experienced war, although reading about the previous battles has made her anxious.
Hometown: Thyrian Capital, The Castle Town
Relations: King Reynold Wilson III (father), Unnamed Thyrian Prince (brother)
Allegiance: Thyr, although she wants everyone to get along.

Equipment
Class: Cleric
Sub-class: Princess
Brief Sub-class summary: The Princess is not necessarily a combat-oriented sub-class. It is generally quite frail, both offensively and defensively. Princesses aren't often meant to be in combat. Instead, they either stay behind or come along carrying a staff to heal their allies.
Armour: Light cloth and steel.
Weapons: Rapier, not often used.
Staves: Mend (a mid-strength staff that heals external damage, but not internal.)
Potions and Tinctures: Healing Potion x1
Miscellaneous Items: A locket given to Zira by her deceased mother.

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Biology
Name: Alexander Mannering (King Alexander I of Serall)
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alexander is (surprise) pale, standing at 6'2''. For a man nearing fifty years old, his physique is quite muscular, although he certainly isn't as strong as he was twenty years ago. His black, although greying, hair sits on his shoulders and he has a stubbly, almost scruffy beard. His face is aging, yet still considered handsome by the Serallian public (although a certain general snatches the number one spot). He has dark brown eyes.
When not in battle, the king wears a traditional royal outfit consisting of a waist-length coat with a high collar, a blouse as an undershirt, and long dark trousers with knee-length boots. However, he usually prefers to wear his armour, as it makes him look more serious and intimidating.
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nature
Personality: King Alexander is kind enough. He isn't a complete softball, but is known for being lenient on his punishments and discipline, especially with the general, Tharel, whom he has a "soft spot" for.
He is a courageous man, doing what is best for his country and people. He tries not to aggravate Thyr, as he doesn't want to spark a war, although he is not really in Reynold's good books. He shows no interest in producing an heir, although there has been some far-fetched rumours of him hiding a child.
Backstory: Born as the only child to Serall's previous royal family, Alexander received fine education and royal training by private tutors. He ascended to the throne early, as his father perished to a severe illness, a death all too common in Serall. He has made many mistakes in his 26 years as king, but has kept a positive reputation.
Hometown: Serall's Capital, the Castle Town.
Relations: Exytium is the King's personal assassin, and the two seem to get along. He is also on... somewhat unsavoury terms with King Reynold of Thyr.
On quite good terms with General Tharel, although he has his doubts.
Allegiance: Serall

Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Gold Knight
Brief Sub-class summary: Gold Knights are Paladins that have ascended the ranks even further and become an elite soldier. They ride the best steeds, don the finest armour, and wield the most perfectly crafted weapons. They have a powerful yet elegant fighting style, leaving the battlefield in awe.
Armour: Heavy steel armour, lined with gold. Chainmail in the parts the armour can't cover.
Weapons: A Silver Lance and a Silver Sword.
Staves: None.
Potions and Tinctures: None.
Miscellaneous Items: None.

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Biology
Name: Reese
Age: Somewhere between 1,000 and 1,100, but is physically 7-9.
Gender: Male
Appearance: In his human form, Reese takes the shape of a young child, around 7-9 years old. He stands at 4'5'', and has the usual physique you'd expect of a child his age. He has quite a dark tan, but his freckles are visible over his nose and cheeks. His eyes are amber-coloured and are always glaring with excitement. Being a dragon, Reese's ears are slightly pointed.
His white hair isn't styled at all, and is extremely unkempt and kind of dirty.
Reese wears an oversized shirt, cloak and shorts, with his footwear being worn-out sandals. His clothes are quite old, but he occasionally washes them in streams to keep them "clean".

Reese's Dragon form is around the size of a bear. He takes the form of a quadrupedal dragon with two wings and a long tail. His scales are a deep red, but they turn into a pale creamish colour near the underbelly. A line of darker, tougher scales run down from the top of his head to the tip of his tail. He has paw-like feet with 4 toes and blunt claws at the end.
In this form, his physique is a little more on the wider side, being slightly over the average weight for a dragon.
Sexuality: "What does that mean?"

Nature
Personality: Reese is extremely happy-go-lucky. He's extremely excitable and loves to goof around. Always on the lookout for new friends, Reese is a very friendly and kind individual.
He's not the smartest kid and is quite gullible - but he never looks down on people.
The best - or worst - feature is his insatiable appetite. Reese is seemingly always hungry. He can eat, and eat, and eat, yet he will never be full. He would do anything for food, and he would eat anything given to him (which has led to an iron stomach).
Backstory:
Hometown: The Alathil wilds.
Relations: "I know some mean people and some nice people, but I don't remember their names."
Allegiance: Reese sides with no one. He doesn't even know about the tensions between regions.

Equipment
Class: Beastkin
Sub-class: Fire Dragon
Brief Sub-class summary: Just like all Dragons, the Fire Dragon's human form looks considerably younger than its actual age. At 1,000 they may only look like a young child.
Fire Dragons are stocky and well-built. They fight with their claws and teeth, but their main form of offense is their fiery breath.
Armour: Nothing, really.
Weapons: His claws, teeth and breath when in Dragon form, and that's it.
Staves: None.
Potions and Tinctures: A little flask of water.
Miscellaneous Items: Reese collects pretty stones he finds, and usually carries snacks in his pockets.

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Biology
Name: Sedna Amaruq
Age: 21. Born on Winter Solstice.
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler: Appearance

Human/Sea Beastform:[IMG='width:242px;']https://raikou2.donmai.us/sample/93/a5/__fizz_league_of_legends_drawn_by_rokugatsu_no_usagi__sample-93a569f6d0ed9cb53e84a3c91f99c566.jpg[/IMG]. Land Beastform:

Her Land Alt-form is 5 feet, sea-forms is 22 feet and her human form is 5,4 feet.

Sexuality: Androphilic

Nature
Personality: She doesn`t like to waste energy so she is very calm and laid back. When plenty of energy can be gained, like when hunting she does a 180 and and gets very excited. She is kinda playfull in her mannerisms. She prefers traditionalism and does not mind monotony.
Backstory: A pretty twisted bastard of 2 Beastkins, An Orcakin mother and a wolfkin father. No one knows how Sedna`s condition came to be but many speculated there was some dark magic involved. After it was known, the parents thought long and hard but decided to get rid of the child. Senda was found by a hermit who raised her. The hermit taught her on how to hunt and survive on her own in a very young age. She is now older and living on her own, not knowing that her condition is abnormal.
Hometown: None, she is an hermit.
Relations: None.
Allegiance: Serall, but that is mostly a defense thing.
Equipment
Class: Beastkin
Sub-class: Akhlut-kin
Brief Sub-class summary: A beast-kin with 2 beast forms, based on if they are in water or not. In water, they resemble a killer whale while outside of water they resemble a wolf-orca hybrid.
Armour:None, prefers to be quick.
Weapons: She has a spear in her human but she rarely uses it as she prefers the her bites and claws. She also carries around a knife.
Staves: Nope.
Potions and Tinctures: Canteen of Seal Blood.
Miscellaneous Items: A frost-covered silver locket that has been frozen shut. The hermit found her with it but it is unopened for a long time. Thread and needle for any accidents.

Optional Features
Quote/s: '' In Serall born and raised. On the hunting ground where I spent most of my days.''
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Biology:

Name: Fyris Ryhkoe

Age: 20, 7/22

Gender: Male

Appearance: Short, spiky, golden hair with brown eyes, with a relatively light skin tone. Wears blue and green clothing over his armor, with two shoulder guards and a piece of green cloth connecting the two. Pretty muscular from all the training that he does on what is essentially a daily basis. About 5’7.

Sexuality: Bisexual



Nature:

Personality: Fyris is a very kind strong person who hates injustices of any sort, be it against the poor, or the defenseless, or whatever. However, he is also far from the brightest person in the world, as he didn’t get his position from being an intelligent strategist. Even with his sometimes great stupidity, he remains faithful to his home kingdom and will fight for it and those he loves.

Backstory: Fyris was born to a noble family, and was treated well by them, being taught right and wrong and all that. As he grew up, he would occasionally watch the soldiers spar and do their duties and wanted to be one when he got old enough, even if his parents didn’t want him to. He was persistent though, and gained the reluctant approval of his parents and joined the military. He soon rose in rank thanks to his speed and skill with the blade, being promoted to the esteemed rank of general. Now he still trains and hones his skills just in case he ever needs them to help his kingdom.

Hometown: The thyrian castle town

Relations: Nothing right now

Allegiance: Thyr



Equipment:

Class: Rouge

Sub-class: Myrmidon

Sub-class explanation: A swordfighter that relies on quick speed and agility more than pure, brute strength. A myrmidon tries to hit an opponents weak spots and strike them by moving as quickly as possible.

Armour: Light scale armor for slight defense, light enough so he can move around more quickly when in the heat of battle and still have some level of defense.

Weapons: One silver katana.

Staves: N/A

Potions and Tinctures: 3 vulneraries

Miscellaneous Items: (optional)



Optional Features:

Quote:

Theme/Battle Theme

The two of you are accepted! Have fun!
I like your character, Kamen. Very unique concept!

 

[EeveeSwordsman]

Spoiler: Heath

Biology
Name: Heath
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Heath stands at 5’9” at full height, though he almost always slouches so he appears a few inches shorter. He has medium length black hair, deep blue eyes, pale skin, and, being a rabbit beastkin, has patches of white fur on various parts of his body, white floppy rabbit ears, and a little white bunny tail. Years of abuse and lack of care have resulted in his hair and fur being matted with blood and his white fur isn’t so white anymore.He has a slight limp due to a severe injury. His body is covered in various kinds of scars and injuries he’s gotten over the years. He is underweight due to being underfed, and his clothes can barely be considered clothes, as they are just rags covering what needs to be covered. He can turn into a giant rabbit covered in white and black fur, though it isn’t in any better condition than his normal one.
Sexuality: Homosexual

Nature
Personality: Heath is usually shy and antisocial, not liking to talk to people he doesn’t know, frequently being scared of them. He’s always worrying things won’t work out, for both him and anyone else involved. If someone tells him to do something, chances are he’ll try to do it out of fear of getting punished if he doesn’t. He really is unhappy with how his life has turned out, and has a lot of pent up anger just waiting to be unleashed.
Backstory: Many years ago, Heath was a happy kid, free to run, play, and do pretty much whatever he wanted. Sadly that didn’t last. When he was just ten, after a long day of playing, he came back to a gruesome sight. Hunter had killed his parents and siblings. The hunters saw him, and before he knew it he was surrounded. However, rather than a painful death like he was expecting, he found himself in a cage. Fearful for what was to come, he was hauled back to town. The hunters sold him off to the highest bidder, a noble family, where he was kept as a pet and treated worse than one. When they got bored of him they sold him off. His life went like this for a while, being sold off to a new owner whenever his old one got bored. For a short time he had a bit of a reprieve when he ended up in the ownership of a family with a young girl his age. She actually cared about him, played with him, gave him food, but it was sadly short lived. As soon as her parents found out, he was sold and it was back to his hell. Time passed and as he got older, things got worse and worse for him. Over the years he dealt with beatings, starvation, and some… Worse things. Eventually one of his owners couldn’t find anyone to sell him too, and found him to be too much of a hassle, and abandoned him in a cage on one of the streets of Serall’s capitol, where he is today.
hometown: (a map will be available later, with all towns listed)
Relations: Amelia is a Childhood friend of Heath.
Allegiance: He’ll be loyal to whoever rescues him from his hell, and he’ll be loyal out of fear to anyone “above him”

Equipment
Class: Beastkin
Sub-class: Rabbitkin
Brief Sub-class summary: (information about your Sub-class. Their abilities and weaknesses, etc.)As a rabbit beastkin, he has the ability to transform into a giant rabbit beast for fighting. He prefers to fight using his powerful legs, able to deal devastating kicks, and jump around with great agility. He doesn’t tend to work well with conventional weapons, and has to get up close and personal, fighting with his body, which means he can’t fight at a distance and if he’s not careful he can easily get hurt by his opponent’s weapons at close range.
Armour: None
Weapons: None
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: None
Miscellaneous Items: A small rock he kept because he thought it looked pretty

Optional Features
Quote/s: “Please, just leave me alone…”
Theme/Battle Theme: Might add one later.

Spoiler: Amelia

Biology
Name: Amelia
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Amelia stands at 5’8”, and has a muscular, well built body with a few scars here and there both from training and from her childhood. Her hair is straight, black and goes down to her shoulders, being held back by a silver colored hairband, and she has deep blue eyes. Her clothes are plain, and during battle she wears iron armor..
Sexuality: Bisexual

Nature
Personality: Amelia tries to be nice to others, though she has some anger problems that can cause even small things to anger or upset her. She enjoys fighting and sparring, but can occasionally go too far, getting caught up in the adrenaline rush it gives her. However, when upset, she can always count on her brother to calm her down and cheer her up. She is very protective of what she cares about, willing to risk her life for them.
Backstory: Amelia was born as the daughter of two nobles, one from Thyr and one from Serall, to show that their marriage was out of love, not political or anything. While having a kid stopped the rumors, they couldn’t care less about their child, treating her like dirt, severely punishing her if she did something they didn’t like. She was nothing more than a doll to them, one they could dress and treat however they wish. Her parents had a second child, a young boy, and treated him no better than her. Seeing how she and her little brother were treated made her loathe her parents, but she couldn’t do much, other than just suffer through it. She made a promise to her little brother to protect him, and would frequently offer herself to take the punishments for him. One day, her parents bought a young Beastkin to keep as a pet. Whenever she wasn’t being watched, she’d sneak off to spend time with him, and he became her first friend other than her brother. When her parents found out about this, however, they promptly sold him off. This was the last straw for her, and without much of a plan, she decided to run away. One night she made her move. She sneaked to her brother’s room and wake him up and he was more than glad to get out of there. They fled, running out into the forest with no idea where they were headed or if they’d ever make it. Luckily they found their way to a nice old man who was a former soldier and took them in, taking care of them. After seeing him practicing with a sword, Amelia became fascinated, and wanted to learn what he had to teach. After some begging, she became his student, learning the ways of the blade. Eventually he was called to the city to help with the army, where she followed and ended up joining, becoming a soldier.
Hometown: (a map will be available later, with all towns listed)
Relations: August is her brother, Heath is a childhood friend, Fyris is her crush
Allegiance: Thyr

Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Bruiser
Brief Sub-class summary: A bruiser is a heavy hitter, hitting hard and being able to take some hits, but a bit on the slow side.
Armour: Decently strong iron armor.
Weapons: Two iron swords, one as a backup/spare
Staves: N/A
Potions and Tinctures: None
Miscellaneous Items: None

Optional Features
Quote/s:
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Markus

Biology
Name: Markus
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Markus stands on the tall side at 6’1”, with wide shoulders. He has short brown hair and hazel eyes, and his face appears soft and kind. He is quite muscular, but most people wouldn’t actually know, because he almost always wears heavy armor covering most of his body, and wears a helmet for combat, covering his face. He can always be found wearing a silver pendant with a blue gem from his parents.
Sexuality: bisexual

Nature
Personality: Markus is a kind soul who tends to be friendly to everyone, and is easily embarrassed by compliments. He is usually quite calm and relaxed, making him easy to be around. Despite this, you would do well not to anger him, as, after driven past a certain point, he can become quite violent, destructive, and confrontational. He is fiercely loyal to his country, willing to risk his life to keep it safe. He hopes to move up the ranks, hopefully to general, as he believes that if he has more power he can do a better job protecting his people. He bears no personal allegiance to his superiors, following orders out of respect for their position.
Backstory: Markus is the son of a former Serallian general and a blacksmith of great renown. He was a sweet child, and his parents wanted to do all that they could to protect him, even contemplating moving to Thyr to protect him from being drafted into the army. However, he looked up to his mother, who was a general at the time, and decided he wanted to become a strong, brave warrior like her. Wanting to keep him safe but let him do as he wanted, his mother started training him at a young age so when he does join, they hopefully wouldn’t have to worry about him. His father even went as far as making for him some of the strongest armor he’s ever made, and provided him with weapons. When he joined the army, his mother continued to train him every day until she one day retired from the army. Despite this he kept up with his training, determined to eventually prove his strength and earn the position of general. His hard work paid off, and he earned much praise from his peers for his strength and skill. A year ago, a soldier gained the rank of general for his shows of strength and skill. This soldier however, was not Markus. Feeling cheated out of the position that was so rightfully his, he went on a rampage out in the snowy forest, smashing up anything that he could, even toppling a couple trees in the process. Eventually he calmed down and began to think that he had failed somewhere along the way, and took it as a sign to work even harder. He began training more, harder than he ever had before, and has been training like that for the past year.
Hometown: Serall’s castle town
Relations: N/A
Allegiance: Serall

Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Steel fortress
Brief Sub-class summary: Steel fortresses cover their body in near impregnable armor, protecting them from most attacks. They fight by getting up close and hitting hard, but due to heavy armor, their movement is rather limited, and doesn’t protect from magic.
Armour: Heavy, thick, steel armor
Weapons: A steel spear and a steel axe
Staves: N/A
Potions and Tinctures: A healing potion
Miscellaneous Items: A pendant he got from his parents, with a small blue gemstone.

Optional Features
Quote/s:
Theme/Battle Theme:

I'll be making more characters eventually.

 

[corvox]

Spoiler: Heath

Biology
Name: Heath
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Heath stands at 5’9” at full height, though he almost always slouches so he appears a few inches shorter. He has medium length black hair, deep blue eyes, pale skin, and, being a rabbit beastkin, has patches of white fur on various parts of his body, white floppy rabbit ears, and a little white bunny tail. Years of abuse and lack of care have resulted in his hair and fur being matted with blood and his white fur isn’t so white anymore.He has a slight limp due to a severe injury. His body is covered in various kinds of scars and injuries he’s gotten over the years. He is underweight due to being underfed, and his clothes can barely be considered clothes, as they are just rags covering what needs to be covered. He can turn into a giant rabbit covered in white and black fur, though it isn’t in any better condition than his normal one.
Sexuality: Homosexual

Nature
Personality: Heath is usually shy and antisocial, not liking to talk to people he doesn’t know, frequently being scared of them. He’s always worrying things won’t work out, for both him and anyone else involved. If someone tells him to do something, chances are he’ll try to do it out of fear of getting punished if he doesn’t. He really is unhappy with how his life has turned out, and has a lot of pent up anger just waiting to be unleashed.
Backstory: Many years ago, Heath was a happy kid, free to run, play, and do pretty much whatever he wanted. Sadly that didn’t last. When he was just ten, after a long day of playing, he came back to a gruesome sight. Hunter had killed his parents and siblings. The hunters saw him, and before he knew it he was surrounded. However, rather than a painful death like he was expecting, he found himself in a cage. Fearful for what was to come, he was hauled back to town. The hunters sold him off to the highest bidder, a noble family, where he was kept as a pet and treated worse than one. When they got bored of him they sold him off. His life went like this for a while, being sold off to a new owner whenever his old one got bored. For a short time he had a bit of a reprieve when he ended up in the ownership of a family with a young girl his age. She actually cared about him, played with him, gave him food, but it was sadly short lived. As soon as her parents found out, he was sold and it was back to his hell. Time passed and as he got older, things got worse and worse for him. Over the years he dealt with beatings, starvation, and some… Worse things. Eventually one of his owners couldn’t find anyone to sell him too, and found him to be too much of a hassle, and abandoned him in a cage on one of the streets of Serall’s capitol, where he is today.
hometown: (a map will be available later, with all towns listed)
Relations: Amelia is a Childhood friend of Heath.
Allegiance: He’ll be loyal to whoever rescues him from his hell, and he’ll be loyal out of fear to anyone “above him”

Equipment
Class: Beastkin
Sub-class: Rabbitkin
Brief Sub-class summary: (information about your Sub-class. Their abilities and weaknesses, etc.)As a rabbit beastkin, he has the ability to transform into a giant rabbit beast for fighting. He prefers to fight using his powerful legs, able to deal devastating kicks, and jump around with great agility. He doesn’t tend to work well with conventional weapons, and has to get up close and personal, fighting with his body, which means he can’t fight at a distance and if he’s not careful he can easily get hurt by his opponent’s weapons at close range.
Armour: None
Weapons: None
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: None
Miscellaneous Items: A small rock he kept because he thought it looked pretty

Optional Features
Quote/s: “Please, just leave me alone…”
Theme/Battle Theme: Might add one later.

Spoiler: Amelia

Biology
Name: Amelia
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Amelia stands at 5’8”, and has a muscular, well built body with a few scars here and there both from training and from her childhood. Her hair is straight, black and goes down to her shoulders, being held back by a silver colored hairband, and she has deep blue eyes. Her clothes are plain, and during battle she wears iron armor..
Sexuality: Bisexual

Nature
Personality: Amelia tries to be nice to others, though she has some anger problems that can cause even small things to anger or upset her. She enjoys fighting and sparring, but can occasionally go too far, getting caught up in the adrenaline rush it gives her. However, when upset, she can always count on her brother to calm her down and cheer her up. She is very protective of what she cares about, willing to risk her life for them.
Backstory: Amelia was born as the daughter of two nobles, one from Thyr and one from Serall, to show that their marriage was out of love, not political or anything. While having a kid stopped the rumors, they couldn’t care less about their child, treating her like dirt, severely punishing her if she did something they didn’t like. She was nothing more than a doll to them, one they could dress and treat however they wish. Her parents had a second child, a young boy, and treated him no better than her. Seeing how she and her little brother were treated made her loathe her parents, but she couldn’t do much, other than just suffer through it. She made a promise to her little brother to protect him, and would frequently offer herself to take the punishments for him. One day, her parents bought a young Beastkin to keep as a pet. Whenever she wasn’t being watched, she’d sneak off to spend time with him, and he became her first friend other than her brother. When her parents found out about this, however, they promptly sold him off. This was the last straw for her, and without much of a plan, she decided to run away. One night she made her move. She sneaked to her brother’s room and wake him up and he was more than glad to get out of there. They fled, running out into the forest with no idea where they were headed or if they’d ever make it. Luckily they found their way to a nice old man who was a former soldier and took them in, taking care of them. After seeing him practicing with a sword, Amelia became fascinated, and wanted to learn what he had to teach. After some begging, she became his student, learning the ways of the blade. Eventually he was called to the city to help with the army, where she followed and ended up joining, becoming a soldier.
Hometown: (a map will be available later, with all towns listed)
Relations: August is her brother, Heath is a childhood friend, Fyris is her crush
Allegiance: Thyr

Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Bruiser
Brief Sub-class summary: A bruiser is a heavy hitter, hitting hard and being able to take some hits, but a bit on the slow side.
Armour: Decently strong iron armor.
Weapons: Two iron swords, one as a backup/spare
Staves: N/A
Potions and Tinctures: None
Miscellaneous Items: None

Optional Features
Quote/s:
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Markus

Biology
Name: Markus
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Markus stands on the tall side at 6’1”, with wide shoulders. He has short brown hair and hazel eyes, and his face appears soft and kind. He is quite muscular, but most people wouldn’t actually know, because he almost always wears heavy armor covering most of his body, and wears a helmet for combat, covering his face. He can always be found wearing a silver pendant with a blue gem from his parents.
Sexuality: bisexual

Nature
Personality: Markus is a kind soul who tends to be friendly to everyone, and is easily embarrassed by compliments. He is usually quite calm and relaxed, making him easy to be around. Despite this, you would do well not to anger him, as, after driven past a certain point, he can become quite violent, destructive, and confrontational. He is fiercely loyal to his country, willing to risk his life to keep it safe. He hopes to move up the ranks, hopefully to general, as he believes that if he has more power he can do a better job protecting his people. He bears no personal allegiance to his superiors, following orders out of respect for their position.
Backstory: Markus is the son of a former Serallian general and a blacksmith of great renown. He was a sweet child, and his parents wanted to do all that they could to protect him, even contemplating moving to Thyr to protect him from being drafted into the army. However, he looked up to his mother, who was a general at the time, and decided he wanted to become a strong, brave warrior like her. Wanting to keep him safe but let him do as he wanted, his mother started training him at a young age so when he does join, they hopefully wouldn’t have to worry about him. His father even went as far as making for him some of the strongest armor he’s ever made, and provided him with weapons. When he joined the army, his mother continued to train him every day until she one day retired from the army. Despite this he kept up with his training, determined to eventually prove his strength and earn the position of general. His hard work paid off, and he earned much praise from his peers for his strength and skill. A year ago, a soldier gained the rank of general for his shows of strength and skill. This soldier however, was not Markus. Feeling cheated out of the position that was so rightfully his, he went on a rampage out in the snowy forest, smashing up anything that he could, even toppling a couple trees in the process. Eventually he calmed down and began to think that he had failed somewhere along the way, and took it as a sign to work even harder. He began training more, harder than he ever had before, and has been training like that for the past year.
Hometown: Serall’s castle town
Relations: N/A
Allegiance: Serall

Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Steel fortress
Brief Sub-class summary: Steel fortresses cover their body in near impregnable armor, protecting them from most attacks. They fight by getting up close and hitting hard, but due to heavy armor, their movement is rather limited, and doesn’t protect from magic.
Armour: Heavy, thick, steel armor
Weapons: A steel spear and a steel axe
Staves: N/A
Potions and Tinctures: A healing potion
Miscellaneous Items: A pendant he got from his parents, with a small blue gemstone.

Optional Features
Quote/s:
Theme/Battle Theme:

I'll be making more characters eventually.

All three are accepted!

Poor Markus. (:

 

[Bluresm]

Spoiler: Exi

Biology
Name: Exytium
Age: Around 18 and 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Exytium wears armor made up of several different plates, and with a nice fabric trim to make it warmer for when he's in Serall, but not too much. The helmet he often wears has two horns and covers his entire face aside from a T shaped slit. His red eyes are visibly peering out of them. Under the helmet his face is thin and angled, the face of a noble, not of a peasant or a killer. His hair is a raven black, and his skin is pale white. He is muscular, always wearing armor and wielding a sword, but isn't too muscular, as he isn't one that fights as much as he rides circles around his foe and blasts them with magic.
Height: 6'. 1.86 meters
Sexuality: He's odd. It's hard to say if he has a very specific set of tastes or if he just doesn't care for most people.

Nature
Personality: Exytium seems lost more often than not, and mutters to himself often...he will curse passerby's, he'll incinerate anything that stands up to him...the king has done his best to contain Exytium's violence and anger, yet not everything can be rid of so easily.
Backstory: Exytium has worked for the king and country for a total of 5 years now, as a means of dealing with people the king didn't want to. He has servants, he had parents once, but they are dead, and have been for a while. They were found, there intestines sprawled about, their chest cavities collapsed, yet no animal is known to be so savage and there wasn't a single track for miles. Cause of death was unknown. Exytium claims to speak to them every now and then, yet no one is around when he does...
Hometown: TO BE ADDED
Relations: Exytium can often be described as the right hand of the king, although that's not entirely accurate. Exi is the king's assassin, and is willing to do whatever he is ordered to do. For now.
He also has several servants, and one or two that ran away over the years...
Allegiance: "Alexander is my king, and is more of a father than the drunk that had called himself my father..."

Equipment
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Ferrum Dominus
Brief Sub-class summary: While similar to the assassin subclass of the rogue, Lord Blade doesn't always have to be subtle in approach. It is about moving about, collecting information of foes, and killing them in just one strike. Exi's unique spin on the class focuses on channeling magic into devastating attacks to tear his foes apart from a distance. And while against a standard assassin he may struggle to deal as much damage, his ability to engage in melee fights and longer ranged skirmishes without having to waste time changing weapons is able to make even more skilled foes than himself suffer when facing him.
Armour: Infantry plate mail, with minor adjustments to fit the role of a cavalier.
Weapons: A serpentine sword, which can be used for cutting, but he more prefers to use it to channel his magic.
Staves: "I don't use kindle wood as a weapon."
Potions and Tinctures: Exi always carries around a flask of water when he travels.
Miscellaneous Items: "I do not believe you must know why I wear this amulet."

Optional Features
Quote/s: "Fate doesn't decide if you live or die today. Today, that honor is all mine."
"Nothing burns brighter than the sins of the many...aside from the sins of the few..."
"You declare yourself honorable...I deem you a poor liar."
"Have you ever got lost in the glowing embers that remain after everything else has burnt away?"
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Vain

Biology
Name: Vain
Age: 21, 6/6
Gender: Female
Appearance: Vain is rather thin, and most definitely underweight. Her deep blue hair frames her plain mask, which hides her round and attractive face, as well as her heterochromatic eyes, one emerald green and one steel grey. She has a thin shoulderspan, and would have a small bust if she didn't wear armor that completely hides that fact. Her ribs are all visible under her armor and her stomach seems non-existent if she ever removes her armor. Vain is seemingly built to run and only run, with muscular thighs and lower legs, all covered by armor still. She wears black leather armor and a cloak that is black on one side and has organic greens and browns on the other, to blend in with a forest backdrop
Height: 5'9, ~1.75 meters
Sexuality: Bi? Gay? Hard to tell with her.

Nature
Personality: Vain prefers to act rather than speak, although knows that both can be important at any given time. If at all possible she'll try and get money, either by looting the dead, by swindling dealers, or striking up deals. Her main goal, however, is to try and preserve her bloodline. Although that's kinda hard when none of the guys she met are all that appealing to her.
Backstory: "I'm called Vain because I used to think everything I ever did was "all in vain," which had stuck and become my unofficial name, the one that I use in place of my actual name. I thought everything was worthless because my entire family died and all that I ever did to try and find out why them, and everyone else that was in my village had died...I still don't know, even. Hell, I don't know where the village was or who lived in it. All I now is that they are dead and I am not. Which is a damn shame, to be honest."
Hometown: She has no clue
Relations: Well, she remembers a wolf shifter that she once met.
Allegiance: (the side your character takes in the story. They don't have to be allied with the three nations - they could even be devoted to simply one person.)

Equipment
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Summoner
Brief Sub-class summary: Summoner says what it does. This class is focused on rising the dead, or summoning demons, to fight for the caster. It's a fairly passive class, but can learn to conjure a few basic spells. Nothing impressive, nor very powerful, but it will do in a pinch.
Armour: Leather armor because why not?
Weapons: I would say her fists but no...she's not strong enough for those to be a threat.
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: She does her best to keep at least to bottles of booze with her at all times.
Miscellaneous Items: Vain and her damn mask are seemingly inseparable. She almost never takes that damn thing off, and when she does she already made sure no one was nearby enough to see her face.

Optional Features
Quote/s: "So far my entire life has been me lying to myself."
"Yes I do always prefer to be drunk. No, I do not have the funds to constantly be wasted."
"Did you say...money?"
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Zeffe

Biology
Name: Zeffe "The Desert Wolf
Age: 16? 17? Maybe 18? It's hard to tell in the wastes of Alathil.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Zeffe is lean, but definitely has muscles on him. His skin has tanned due to living in Alathil, his hair and fur has definitely gotten lighter, and his eyes got sharper. Often seen in a mash of different armors that have all been slapped together to aid with living in Alathil, decorated with canine skulls on the shoulders and wolf imagery on his torso. On his face he wears a mask, in the rough shape of a wolf skull, with swirling patterns that decorate it. His ears and tail both peek out of his armor and clothing.
Height: 5'11
Sexuality: Probably straight.

Nature
Personality: Zeffe does his best to try and do his best to not only rule, but also make sure people acknowledge his efforts to try and make their lives better. He wishes nothing more than for the prosperity of "his" people, having already planned out some irrigation channels, as well as uses for flesh so rotten that it cannot be eaten, so that some form of farming may be feasible. People don't want to listen, but he's fine with that. He'll dig it all on his own if he must.
Backstory: Zeffe didn't need to head to Alathil, especially not as young as he originally did, but he had heard of someone that his brother know...someone named Jaz...something... had ventured into Alathil, someone his brother once knew, that was supposedly dead. Zeffe never found her, but he found a nation that needed all the help it could get...and he was going to provide the leadership they needed, even if it killed him.
Hometown: "It...was in the mountains, I think? Or maybe in the deep forests? It's...hard to tell any more."
Relations: Zeffe has a brother and a sister, both of whom he loves dearly.
Allegiance: "A king must stand by his people." Alathil

Equipment
Class: Beastkin
Sub-class: Wolfskin
Brief Sub-class summary: Monsters of Serall with savagery that is seemingly unmatched, they utilize their ability to transform into wolves to face any foes in their way.
Armour: He wears leather, hide, steel, and fabric armors all together.
Weapons: His claws and fangs
Staves: "I wish I had one or two of them..."
Potions and Tinctures: Zeffe has a mostly empty flask of water, and an antidote.
Miscellaneous Items:

Optional Features
Quote/s: "Alathil my not be the most ideal home, but it's my home. And the home of my people. I will lead us down the path to prosperity."
"After living here a few years, you learn how to deal with the monsters. It's honestly a lot easier than dealing with people in Serall and Thyr."
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Destiny

Biology
Name: Destiny
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Destiny is a blue fox...her hair and fur is all a cobalt blue, cursed to remain that color by her master before she had fled...she is pale, and isn't that muscular. She used to be a maid, and a good one at that, but that time has come to pass. Now she wears a tattered white dress that is stained with her blood, and her fur is all matted up in clumps due to the inability to find time to bathe, and the inability to find a place to bathe. She is a little more "developed" than most, and it is not something that she thinks highly of, actually finding a way to think lesser of herself thanks to it.
Height: 5'4, or 1.63 meters

Nature
Personality: Destiny is unable to face a human, she immediately turns and runs away at he sight of one, and finds the smallest, tightest corner she can to curl up into and cry herself to sleep in. She is even afraid of her own shadow...she's been broken. Broken horribly badly.
Backstory: Destiny was a peaceful little girl, once having lived with parents and a sibling, all of whom she's forgotten the names of. They all were slain by a knight with armor of black and a sword of fire, who found her hiding afterwards. She's not sure why, but he kept her, took her in as a servant, having her do chores and whatnot. She was a slave, but she never knew the difference, and barely does now. She was also a target for a number of experimental curses to see what they did, one of which has forever changed her fur to a cobalt blue color. A few years back, she escaped, ran as far as she could, and hid. She's still in hiding, thinking she may still be being hunted.
Hometown: She lived in the woods.
Relations: Her master was a knight like fellow...with an obsession with fire.
Allegiance: She's too afraid of everything to choose a side.

Equipment
Class: Beastkin
Sub-class: Kitsune
Brief Sub-class summary: While most kitsune are playful and active, and occasionally try to be seductive or whatever, Destiny is none of those things. She's still able to transform into a fox, but that's about all that she has in common with the rest of her kind.
Armour: none
Weapons: Claws, teeth
Staves:
Potions and Tinctures:
Miscellaneous Items:

Optional Features
Quote/s: "!"
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Greta

Biology
Name: Greta
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: SIX FOOT TWO INCHES
Sexuality: Pan sexual

Nature
Personality: Greta is a free spirited young woman who is one of the friendliest people that anyone can meet. She's also one of the more imposing people around, being more than strong enough to lift and carry two full grown adults around on her shoulders. Her hugs are things of legends.
Backstory: Greta is a rather experienced fighter for her age, although she has more experience exploring the forests that grew around her home, in which she'd play in quite often, and had grown to love the forests and wildlife in the area. She'd advocate for the rights of everyone, but she doesn't really understand that not everyone is treated the same.
Hometown: TO BE ADDED LATER
Relations: She probably knows a lot of people, but maybe not.
Allegiance: Serall

Equipment
Class: Cleric
Sub-class: War Maiden
Brief Sub-class summary: A war maiden is a female cleric that is more than willing to kick ass should the time come. Favoring the healing over the harming does little to take away from the fact that they are still deadly in their own right.
Armour: Chainmail under a gambeson. Iron boots, leather gauntlets, and a steel helmet and mask
Weapons: 2 handed battle ax named Kataigída, it is said to have every strike imbued with the force of a thunder strom.
Staves: She has a few healing staves. Two minor healing staves, one staff that is used for serious injuries.
Potions and Tinctures:
Miscellaneous Items:

Optional Features
Quote/s: "Quit your wining, before I give you a reason to actually cry! This little cut isn't nearly as bad as you make it out to be!"
"No, you probably don't want a hug from me. Why? Because I've broken more than one person in one of 'em death hugs!"
"Ey! Finally, one of you pansies are actually able to hold some alcohol!"
Theme/Battle Theme:

More will probably come

 

[corvox]

Spoiler: Exi

Biology
Name: Exytium
Age: Around 18 and 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Exytium wears armor made up of several different plates, and with a nice fabric trim to make it warmer for when he's in Serall, but not too much. The helmet he often wears has two horns and covers his entire face aside from a T shaped slit. His red eyes are visibly peering out of them. Under the helmet his face is thin and angled, the face of a noble, not of a peasant or a killer. His hair is a raven black, and his skin is pale white. He is muscular, always wearing armor and wielding a sword, but isn't too muscular, as he isn't one that fights as much as he rides circles around his foe and blasts them with magic.
Height: 6'. 1.86 meters
Sexuality: He's odd. It's hard to say if he has a very specific set of tastes or if he just doesn't care for most people.

Nature
Personality: Exytium seems lost more often than not, and mutters to himself often...he will curse passerby's, he'll incinerate anything that stands up to him...the king has done his best to contain Exytium's violence and anger, yet not everything can be rid of so easily.
Backstory: Exytium has worked for the king and country for a total of 5 years now, as a means of dealing with people the king didn't want to. He has servants, he had parents once, but they are dead, and have been for a while. They were found, there intestines sprawled about, their chest cavities collapsed, yet no animal is known to be so savage and there wasn't a single track for miles. Cause of death was unknown. Exytium claims to speak to them every now and then, yet no one is around when he does...
Hometown: TO BE ADDED
Relations: Exytium can often be described as the right hand of the king, although that's not entirely accurate. Exi is the king's assassin, and is willing to do whatever he is ordered to do. For now.
He also has several servants, and one or two that ran away over the years...
Allegiance: "Alexander is my king, and is more of a father than the drunk that had called himself my father..."

Equipment
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Ferrum Dominus
Brief Sub-class summary: While similar to the assassin subclass of the rogue, Lord Blade doesn't always have to be subtle in approach. It is about moving about, collecting information of foes, and killing them in just one strike. Exi's unique spin on the class focuses on channeling magic into devastating attacks to tear his foes apart from a distance. And while against a standard assassin he may struggle to deal as much damage, his ability to engage in melee fights and longer ranged skirmishes without having to waste time changing weapons is able to make even more skilled foes than himself suffer when facing him.
Armour: Infantry plate mail, with minor adjustments to fit the role of a cavalier.
Weapons: A serpentine sword, which can be used for cutting, but he more prefers to use it to channel his magic.
Staves: "I don't use kindle wood as a weapon."
Potions and Tinctures: Exi always carries around a flask of water when he travels.
Miscellaneous Items: "I do not believe you must know why I wear this amulet."

Optional Features
Quote/s: "Fate doesn't decide if you live or die today. Today, that honor is all mine."
"Nothing burns brighter than the sins of the many...aside from the sins of the few..."
"You declare yourself honorable...I deem you a poor liar."
"Have you ever got lost in the glowing embers that remain after everything else has burnt away?"
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Vain

Biology
Name: Vain
Age: 21, 6/6
Gender: Female
Appearance: Vain is rather thin, and most definitely underweight. Her deep blue hair frames her plain mask, which hides her round and attractive face, as well as her heterochromatic eyes, one emerald green and one steel grey. She has a thin shoulderspan, and would have a small bust if she didn't wear armor that completely hides that fact. Her ribs are all visible under her armor and her stomach seems non-existent if she ever removes her armor. Vain is seemingly built to run and only run, with muscular thighs and lower legs, all covered by armor still. She wears black leather armor and a cloak that is black on one side and has organic greens and browns on the other, to blend in with a forest backdrop
Height: 5'9, ~1.75 meters
Sexuality: Bi? Gay? Hard to tell with her.

Nature
Personality: Vain prefers to act rather than speak, although knows that both can be important at any given time. If at all possible she'll try and get money, either by looting the dead, by swindling dealers, or striking up deals. Her main goal, however, is to try and preserve her bloodline. Although that's kinda hard when none of the guys she met are all that appealing to her.
Backstory: "I'm called Vain because I used to think everything I ever did was "all in vain," which had stuck and become my unofficial name, the one that I use in place of my actual name. I thought everything was worthless because my entire family died and all that I ever did to try and find out why them, and everyone else that was in my village had died...I still don't know, even. Hell, I don't know where the village was or who lived in it. All I now is that they are dead and I am not. Which is a damn shame, to be honest."
Hometown: She has no clue
Relations: Well, she remembers a wolf shifter that she once met.
Allegiance: (the side your character takes in the story. They don't have to be allied with the three nations - they could even be devoted to simply one person.)

Equipment
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Summoner
Brief Sub-class summary: Summoner says what it does. This class is focused on rising the dead, or summoning demons, to fight for the caster. It's a fairly passive class, but can learn to conjure a few basic spells. Nothing impressive, nor very powerful, but it will do in a pinch.
Armour: Leather armor because why not?
Weapons: I would say her fists but no...she's not strong enough for those to be a threat.
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: She does her best to keep at least to bottles of booze with her at all times.
Miscellaneous Items: Vain and her damn mask are seemingly inseparable. She almost never takes that damn thing off, and when she does she already made sure no one was nearby enough to see her face.

Optional Features
Quote/s: "So far my entire life has been me lying to myself."
"Yes I do always prefer to be drunk. No, I do not have the funds to constantly be wasted."
"Did you say...money?"
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Zeffe

Biology
Name: Zeffe "The Desert Wolf
Age: 16? 17? Maybe 18? It's hard to tell in the wastes of Alathil.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Zeffe is lean, but definitely has muscles on him. His skin has tanned due to living in Alathil, his hair and fur has definitely gotten lighter, and his eyes got sharper. Often seen in a mash of different armors that have all been slapped together to aid with living in Alathil, decorated with canine skulls on the shoulders and wolf imagery on his torso. On his face he wears a mask, in the rough shape of a wolf skull, with swirling patterns that decorate it. His ears and tail both peek out of his armor and clothing.
Height: 5'11
Sexuality: Probably straight.

Nature
Personality: Zeffe does his best to try and do his best to not only rule, but also make sure people acknowledge his efforts to try and make their lives better. He wishes nothing more than for the prosperity of "his" people, having already planned out some irrigation channels, as well as uses for flesh so rotten that it cannot be eaten, so that some form of farming may be feasible. People don't want to listen, but he's fine with that. He'll dig it all on his own if he must.
Backstory: Zeffe didn't need to head to Alathil, especially not as young as he originally did, but he had heard of someone that his brother know...someone named Jaz...something... had ventured into Alathil, someone his brother once knew, that was supposedly dead. Zeffe never found her, but he found a nation that needed all the help it could get...and he was going to provide the leadership they needed, even if it killed him.
Hometown: "It...was in the mountains, I think? Or maybe in the deep forests? It's...hard to tell any more."
Relations: Zeffe has a brother and a sister, both of whom he loves dearly.
Allegiance: "A king must stand by his people." Alathil

Equipment
Class: Beastkin
Sub-class: Wolfskin
Brief Sub-class summary: Monsters of Serall with savagery that is seemingly unmatched, they utilize their ability to transform into wolves to face any foes in their way.
Armour: He wears leather, hide, steel, and fabric armors all together.
Weapons: His claws and fangs
Staves: "I wish I had one or two of them..."
Potions and Tinctures: Zeffe has a mostly empty flask of water, and an antidote.
Miscellaneous Items:

Optional Features
Quote/s: "Alathil my not be the most ideal home, but it's my home. And the home of my people. I will lead us down the path to prosperity."
"After living here a few years, you learn how to deal with the monsters. It's honestly a lot easier than dealing with people in Serall and Thyr."
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Destiny

Biology
Name: Destiny
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Destiny is a blue fox...her hair and fur is all a cobalt blue, cursed to remain that color by her master before she had fled...she is pale, and isn't that muscular. She used to be a maid, and a good one at that, but that time has come to pass. Now she wears a tattered white dress that is stained with her blood, and her fur is all matted up in clumps due to the inability to find time to bathe, and the inability to find a place to bathe. She is a little more "developed" than most, and it is not something that she thinks highly of, actually finding a way to think lesser of herself thanks to it.
Height: 5'4, or 1.63 meters

Nature
Personality: Destiny is unable to face a human, she immediately turns and runs away at he sight of one, and finds the smallest, tightest corner she can to curl up into and cry herself to sleep in. She is even afraid of her own shadow...she's been broken. Broken horribly badly.
Backstory: Destiny was a peaceful little girl, once having lived with parents and a sibling, all of whom she's forgotten the names of. They all were slain by a knight with armor of black and a sword of fire, who found her hiding afterwards. She's not sure why, but he kept her, took her in as a servant, having her do chores and whatnot. She was a slave, but she never knew the difference, and barely does now. She was also a target for a number of experimental curses to see what they did, one of which has forever changed her fur to a cobalt blue color. A few years back, she escaped, ran as far as she could, and hid. She's still in hiding, thinking she may still be being hunted.
Hometown: She lived in the woods.
Relations: Her master was a knight like fellow...with an obsession with fire.
Allegiance: She's too afraid of everything to choose a side.

Equipment
Class: Beastkin
Sub-class: Kitsune
Brief Sub-class summary: While most kitsune are playful and active, and occasionally try to be seductive or whatever, Destiny is none of those things. She's still able to transform into a fox, but that's about all that she has in common with the rest of her kind.
Armour: none
Weapons: Claws, teeth
Staves:
Potions and Tinctures:
Miscellaneous Items:

Optional Features
Quote/s: "!"
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Greta

Biology
Name: Greta
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: SIX FOOT TWO INCHES
Sexuality: Pan sexual

Nature
Personality: Greta is a free spirited young woman who is one of the friendliest people that anyone can meet. She's also one of the more imposing people around, being more than strong enough to lift and carry two full grown adults around on her shoulders. Her hugs are things of legends.
Backstory: Greta is a rather experienced fighter for her age, although she has more experience exploring the forests that grew around her home, in which she'd play in quite often, and had grown to love the forests and wildlife in the area. She'd advocate for the rights of everyone, but she doesn't really understand that not everyone is treated the same.
Hometown: TO BE ADDED LATER
Relations: She probably knows a lot of people, but maybe not.
Allegiance: Serall

Equipment
Class: Cleric
Sub-class: War Maiden
Brief Sub-class summary: A war maiden is a female cleric that is more than willing to kick ass should the time come. Favoring the healing over the harming does little to take away from the fact that they are still deadly in their own right.
Armour: Chainmail under a gambeson. Iron boots, leather gauntlets, and a steel helmet and mask
Weapons: 2 handed battle ax named Kataigída, it is said to have every strike imbued with the force of a thunder strom.
Staves: She has a few healing staves. Two minor healing staves, one staff that is used for serious injuries.
Potions and Tinctures:
Miscellaneous Items:

Optional Features
Quote/s: "Quit your wining, before I give you a reason to actually cry! This little cut isn't nearly as bad as you make it out to be!"
"No, you probably don't want a hug from me. Why? Because I've broken more than one person in one of 'em death hugs!"
"Ey! Finally, one of you pansies are actually able to hold some alcohol!"
Theme/Battle Theme:

More will probably come

accepted! can't wait for greta to hug everyone 8)

 

[Kamen-Drago]

Biology
Name: Sedna Amaruq
Age: 21. Born on Winter Solstice.
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler: Appearance

Human/Sea Beastform:

. LandBeastform:

Her Land Alt-form is 5 feet, sea-forms is 22 feet and her human form is 5,4 feet.

Sexuality: Androphilic

Nature
Personality: She doesn`t like to waste energy so she is very calm and laid back. When plenty of energy can be gained, like when hunting she does a 180 and and gets very excited. She is kinda playfull in her mannerisms. She prefers traditionalism and does not mind monotony.
Backstory: A pretty twisted bastard of 2 Beastkins, An Orcakin mother and a wolfkin father. No one knows how Sedna`s condition came to be but many speculated there was some dark magic involved. After it was known, the parents thought long and hard but decided to get rid of the child. Senda was found by a hermit who raised her. The hermit taught her on how to hunt and survive on her own in a very young age. She is now older and living on her own, not knowing that her condition is abnormal.
Hometown: None, she is an hermit.
Relations: None.
Allegiance: Serall, but that is mostly a defense thing.
Equipment
Class: Beastkin
Sub-class: Akhlut-kin
Brief Sub-class summary: A beast-kin with 2 beast forms, based on if they are in water or not. In water, they resemble a killer whale while outside of water they resemble a wolf-orca hybrid.
Armour:None, prefers to be quick.
Weapons: She has a spear in her human but she rarely uses it as she prefers the her bites and claws. She also carries around a knife.
Staves: Nope.
Potions and Tinctures: Canteen of Seal Blood.
Miscellaneous Items: A frost-covered silver locket that has been frozen shut. The hermit found her with it but it is unopened for a long time. Thread and needle for any accidents.

Optional Features
Quote/s: '' In Serall born and raised. On the hunting ground where I spent most of my days.''
Theme/Battle Theme:

Can I change her armor to Leather?

 

[corvox]

Can I change her armor to Leather?

No problem! Feel free to change whatever you want as long as you notify a GM.

 

[Xatyr]

Spoiler: Mit/Matsuri

Biology
Name: Mit/Matsuri
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler: Appearance

Sexuality: Bisexual
Nature
Personality: After long years of hard traveling and exploring in solitude, it's left her almost mute and stone-hearted. She hardly cares about anyone, and very rarely shows any interest in making new acquaintances.
Backstory: Mitsuri in a kitsune that shows little interest in talking to people, but shows more interest in watching them. She always has been, and always will be, even after her parents died protecting her when she was young. If anything this only raised her curiosity about humans and their way of thinking, even if it was more out of spite. Though despite it all, she still lives by herself, in her own private cave that she hides from sight with her abilities. But besides this, there's not really anything noteable about the Kitsune.
Hometown: None
Relations: None
Allegiance: Undecided
Equipment
Class: Beastskin
Sub-class: Kitsune
Brief Sub-class summary: These fox-like creatures are known for their ability of illusion, mischief, and clever moves. And so she is. She uses her inborn ability of illusion to give her an extra step in a fight to gain advantage, as well as creating a limited amount of fake clones of herself to trick her opponent. When she's in battle, she can sometime summon blue orbs that burn of a bright blue color, throwing these blue balls at them to try and hurt them from a distance. But her main weapons are her claws, etched with a strong titanium to tear apart her opponent with quick, timed, and well-placed strikes.
Armour: None
Weapons: Enchanted Claws of Balance
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: Good'ol bottle of Sake'
Miscellaneous Items: None
Optional Features
Quote/s: "Looks like you're dumber then you look. Then again, a lot of you are."
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Aurora Radiance

Biology
Name: Aurora Radiance
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler: Appearance

Sexuality: Straight
Nature Personality: Usually very cheerful and uppity, happy to help those who need it. Despite this usually finds her by herself, messing with her collections or creatures.
Backstory: Despite being born from, supposedly, a royal family far away in the east, Aurora has always been fascinated with the world, the mysteries, and the wonders it had to offer. When she was but a toddler she showed great talent in handling magic items and tomes, as well as having a collection of bizarre and strange things of her own. Because of this she got a natural wanting to explore the world and see what was out there for her to discover or learn. Though for the longest time she was forbidden from going anywhere, because she was the next in line. Luckily, not very long after her parents had another child- a boy- which was to come before her to the throne. And in all honesty, she couldn't be relieved more. Last thing she wanted to do was be stuck up in a big'ol castle ordering people around. With this, her parents, with heavy hearts, let her go, and she promised to come back one day. With that she set off to find what she had dragged herself into. On the way she found a small, little partner that she personally named Mimu who usually rests in her bag. Now she finds herself entering new lands, with more things to discover.
Hometown: Some place far out apparently
Relations: None Allegiance: Undecided

Equipment
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Magical Dependency
Brief Sub-class summary: Despite having a kind of powerful draw to magic, Aurora herself has a hard time casting and controlling her own magical abilities. So instead, she relies on the random items she's found on her journeying to help either control her magic or create other magic entirely. These spells can range from a single bolt of electricity to spewing hellflames and anything above.
Armour: None
Weapons: Collectors Compass
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: None
Miscellaneous Items: Many different items to say the least.
Optional Features
Quote/s: "Come on Mimu! We got a world to explore!" "Urrrroa!"
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Qasika

Biology
Name: Qasika
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler: Appearance

Sexuality: Straight
Nature
Personality: Very dramatic but in a joking, funny way. Very posh and judgmental, loves giving critiques. A general people pleaser, shows little care in everything she does, most likely because she has a lot of money.
Backstory: At a young age she was taken from her family, kidnapped, and used as a forced servant in her captivity. However as she grew older she gained a kind of lust for blood that she didn't quite know how to deal with. But as time went on she began to focus this bloodlust into something more cycnical. Her hands would glow with black and purple magics that she couldn't quite understand, but she enjoyed it. From her years in captivity she learned the world was cruel, and that you had to make it bend the way you wanted to. Learning each of her captors flaws, she used them to murder each and every one of them, before escaping. From then on she quickly built a rich trading company that moved general goods from place to place, it quickly expanding. Some say she was lucky, some others say she cheated someone or something, but she simply said she built it upon herself. Within her life she's had two husbands and three daughters, all in which do not like her for unknown reasons, though who those daughters are is unknown. At the moment however she lives with her current husband, Viktor, and her son Charles.
Hometown: Forgotten
Relations: Victor being her husband, Charles being her son. Allegiance: Serall

Equipment Class: Mage
Sub-class: Omnilipiticalist
Brief Sub-class summary: Unlike the usual Dark Sorceress or Mage, Qasika prefers a more fun way of doing things besides just throwing out spells. She has the ability to seemingly form things out of thin air with the brief snap of her fingers or clap of her hands. Besides this there hasn't been anything noted about her abilities that's bad, or for her in general. Though she has never used those abilities while people were aware of her presence.
Armour: None
Weapons: None
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: Besides some on-hand wine or vinegar, none.
Miscellaneous Items: A travel book
Optional Feature:
Quote/s: "Fate...dear, fate is imminent~"
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: V

Biology
Name: Viscous Yundor, or just "V"
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Appearance: Messy curly grey hair, wearing a small jagged blue stone around his neck, has soft grey(yes grey) eyes with black lines under his sockets from what's said to be no sleep. Wears no armor when on casual duty, a white strand made shirt with strings on the collar to keep around his top, thinly made leather pants, sandals. Pretty thin and tall, but the small hunchback he has makes him seem smaller.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Nature
Personality: Quiet yet every word that comes out of his mouth seems to be sincere. He almost seems to analyze everything, and yet keeps an incredibly still and calm posture. Though some of the things he does are questionable, he's proven to be incredible at his job and reliable, even if he seems a bit weird...
Backstory: Said to have grown up in Serall, he was an orphan kid that was said to be...'special'. Not in that he had anything wrong with him, but he seemed to be mature way beyond his age even before reaching three. Before he was even in school he showed incredible capability in solving simple house problems and lies, putting together to him what were easy little setups about who stole the cookie or who hit who in mere seconds. But on top of that, he showed great uncaring towards the consequences and risks of what may happen to those around him. To him, the case was everything, showing his lack of care or empathy towards other life.

Not so much that he would rather them be gone, but more so that he didn't find any reason of them being around him. His mind was expansive, and yet his actions didn't determine what he thought. His name itself is rich, but many do not recognize he himself, because he would not usually like to show himself in public. The name "V" is known, but he himself and his appearance, not so much. For unknown reasons, he's found fit to move from a neutral stance in between Serall and Thyr, and straight into the core of Thyr itself, seeming to be more supportive of the Thyrian way. Claiming to have come for something in which he said is a problem with the "grass", he for now stays in Thyr peacefully looking over his case.
Hometown: Said to be a burnt down town.
Relations: None.
Allegiance: Thyr
Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Hero
Brief Sub-class summary: V carries around a large, heavy bronze broadsword on his back that he only uses for if he needs to. However, he's usually found holding the handle of the blade but not taking it out of its sheathe initially. He swiftly draws it only when critical points present themselves in front of him, only to draw it and give a strong swing on said target.
Armour: None casually, but when approaching battle wears light leather armor such as shoulder pads, leggings, gauntlets, and actual leather boots. Leaves head exposed.
Weapons: Heavy bronze broadsword on his back. Though it doesn't look like it's been used for a very long time.
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: None.
Miscellaneous Items: Scroll of schedule, scroll of notes.
Optional Features
Quote/s: "Everyone has their own way of looking at justice and order. I try to go by the most lenient kind for everyone to understand, though again, that's just my justice and order. It's all on perception. Though I don't expect you to understand that."
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Syphilis

Biology
Name: Syphilis
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler

Sexuality: Asexual. Besides who the fuck would love this-
Nature
Personality: Very erratic, will change from scary happy to terrifying angry in the matter of half of a second. She hates everything that is alive or healthy. Has an unnatural amount of scorn for the world.
Backstory: When Syphilis was birthed into the world, it was as if life itself shuddered in disgust. She was born of a hate and judgement, birthed on the concept of strength. Her physical prowess was lacking by far, but the very thing that would be her strength would also be her reason for being sealed away. She had the touch of Apocalypse, giving anyone she touched a deathly sickness, one that would not just be physical but would bore into the persons soul itself. Fearing what the world might suffer because of her, her father strew chains threw her and threw the chains into the walls of a deep crypt, hoping she would never be found again. Now with tensions rising and the hints of war coming, deathly chains whirl in the fog of war.
Hometown: Unknown
Relations: It is said that a long untold myth that The Martyr shall birth the Apocalypse
Allegiance: None.

Equipment
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Virusphage
Brief Sub-class summary: Syphilis relies on her deathly infections, rotting, and dark chains to deal a combination of damage over time and critical strikes. She infects her target, plagues them, and weakens them, and delivers ending blows with her chains, as well as uses them to keep her opponents away from her.
Armour: None.
Weapons: Entrails of the Unholy(chains)
Staves: None.
Potions and Tinctures: None.
Miscellaneous Items: Nothing.
Optional Features
Quote/s: "...Are you proud of me daddy...?"
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Aphose

Name: Aphose
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Spoiler: Human

Spoiler: Grimleal Form

Sexuality: Bisexual
Nature
Personality: Very laid back, usually uncaring about anything else besides himself. Sometimes thieves but most of the time sticks with wild catches. Chill but incredibly depressing, his demeanor is calm but a kind of sad happy.
Backstory: When Aphose was born he was expected for great things. Born in Alathil and in poor condition with other villagers, they needed all the help they could to maintain their village. Though as he grew up he was prone to being with a bad group of kids. He himself wasn't a bad kid, but it left a reputation on him that wasn't all that favorable. But one day when watching with some of his friends, a small group of shady figures had walked into the village and had started asking around if anyone had seen the "chosen one". They disregarded it as something just weird, and just continue on with what they were doing. Though when the figures suddenly turned offensive the village was not ready. They would never be ready. They killed as many as they could, slaughtered as many innocent as they could kill, and burned as many houses as they could burn. When Aphose eventually returned with his friends, about six years old, he was horrified. But when the figures saw him, they did not kill him. As they proceeded to strangle his friends in front of him, they quickly pinned the child and put him in shackles before dragging him off towards their destination. From that point on, Aphose refuses to relay anymore info of what happened.
Hometown: A deceased town in Alathil.
Relations: May have some connection with The Martyr
Allegiance: Serall
Equipment
Class: Beastskin
Sub-class: Siphoning Devil
Brief Sub-class summary: These creatures are an odd set of beings that prefer to change into their form less and more siphon from those inner evils more so in their original form. They'll draw from that power and a purple-ish almost black energy will surround the part they want empowered and morph it into speratic-formed part of their Grimleal Form. They only call upon their full form when they're met with emotional strain or their life force is waning. Armour: Besides some withered leather belts on his waist and leather boots, nothin'.
Weapons: None.
Staves: None.
Potions and Tinctures: None.
Optional Features
Quote/s: "Life and death are expendable. Your soul, however...that's a different story, kid."
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Charles

Biology
Name: Charles
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Appearance: When he's out and about he wears a white robe that goes to the ground and lined with a red silk around the edge. The end drags on the ground and is a bit torn. Has golden curly hair, tanish eyes, likes to keep a generally attractive smooth appearance on his face, under the robe he wears a singular piece of white chest plate armor and white pants, as well as golden sabatons that cover his feet. Has an odd deep green sword that hangs with his book of notes and tomes on a chain on his side. When inside, he wears glasses on his face with a simple purple and black striped vest with a white undershirt with sleeves folded to the elbows. Black pants, dress shoes, and a bowtie.
Sexuality: Straight
Nature
Personality: Incredibly cocky, but he doesn't let that cockiness be his weakness. Intelligent, persuasive, and very condescending. Has the mindset that everyone is lower then him. The only thing he despises more then people are his family. Despite all this, he does care about others, it's when he acts full asshole when you can tell he considers you a friend. Often willing to take a hit for another.

Backstory: When Charles was born he grew up with the knowledge that his father would always look towards his cousin with more favoritism. But oddly enough, this never seemed to bother him. Jealousy was a factor that seemed nonexistent in his life, as if something always told him that his cousin was just another attention-seeking prince. His father was incredibly kind and intellectual, and despite his personality it did leave an influence in Charles actions and decisions. His father taught him to be something his family rarely was: more intellectual then prideful. With this in mind, he studied and practiced to become more of a tactically trained and calm in mind. Soon after he completed his studies, the matter of dark magic in which his father used fascinated him, and he himself looked into it. He practiced his technique with magic and a sword and became quite familiar with it. He perfected his tome and promptly called it "Tome of Undoing".
Hometown: Serallian Capital
Relations: William his cousin, Tharel his uncle, Viktor his father, Qasika his mother, and is said to have relations with someone Thyrian.
Allegiance: Atm Serall
Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Blood Knight
Brief Sub-class summary: While not the most durable thing in the world, they make it up for the matter of one thing: Lifesteal. Charles focuses on draining everything his opponent has until they are crumbling to the floor and he is still on his feet. This is accomplished by carefully timed strikes, or even at times a more careless way of fighting.

Armour: The only armor he seems to wear are black gauntlets, a white chest piece, and the gold sabatons.
Weapons: Sword made of some green material, Tome of Undoing
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: None
Miscellaneous Items: Violin
Optional Features
Quote/s: "I'm surrounded by idiots..."

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Spoiler: Candle

Biology
Name: Candle
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler: "Mortal" Form

Spoiler: Dragon Form

Sexuality: Straight supposedly.
Nature
Personality: Docile, honor-bound, and holds self on a high standard. Looks down on others whom she finds inferior. Thinks simple human wars and battles are just ignorance at it's worst. Finds "mortals" as she puts it to people who are not a manakete or dragon to be pathetic and weak and dislikes shapeshifters who use their form to their advantage in a fight instead of a purely fair fight.
Backstory: It's unknown as to where Candle came from. Her name is not recorded in any of the Thyrian, Serallian, or Alathilan records nor is she from any other lands, so her story is unknown by almost everyone. Though through the many disguises and names she decided to stick with, Candle being the most prominent one, she's always claimed to be looking for two things: a sword and a person. What those two things are in what she speaks of she never gives any description.
Hometown: Unknown
Relations: Says to know Casmis personally.
Allegiance: None.
Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Dragon-Draw
Brief Sub-class summary: While she does have a dragon form, as said, she does not like to use it. But if the case comes, she will use an art called Dragon Blood. This makes the weapon of hers surge with a powerful green lightning, the color of her blood, but as long as it's active, it drains her blood and at the cost of her health.
Armour: Two long leg-guards of ebony that stop at her inner thighs, and some under armor made of leather.
Weapons: A blade she calls "The Daughter of Echior"
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: None
Miscellaneous Items: Wear's a circlet on her wrist made of dragonstone.
Optional Features
Quote/s: "Damn arrogant humans...always have to be so opinionated.."
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Spoiler: Sidero

Biology
Name: Sidero
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Spoiler: Sidero

Sexuality: Straight
Nature
Personality: Dull, quiet, and generally not very stunning. Doesn't like attention, but it's all he gets when in battle. He's been shown taking various hits, including stabbing, without a reaction. It's been concluded that he either has a high tolerance for pain, or his ability to feel things are very low.

Backstory: Not much is known about this...person. Besides what little info his allies were able to pry out of him, he was apparently born numb. Not able to feel anything, and it lasted for three years. He grew a generally dull child, not seeming to like many things. Besides war. He eventually had his feeling return, but it didn't change how he felt. Although as he puts himself at a high standard, and does so for others as well. He believes in strength, the Serallian way. At one point he was even accused of killing one of his friends, because he didn't like them, and found them weak. He fights in silent words for Serall now, seeking strength in ruthless slaughter.
Hometown: Greyshire
Relations: Supposedly Qasika, but he apparently has a daughter.
Allegiance: Serall
Equipment Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Juggernaut
Brief Sub-class summary: Giving up speed for durability, Juggernauts have an incredibly high amount of endurance and soaking ability, able to take hits fairly easily and sometimes with even no damage done, but in replacement of that the heavy armor they wear greatly slows them down, making their heavy harder hitting attacks more of a charge up and their maneuverability incredibly slow.
Armour: Consistent of a what's said to be a silvery looking with hints of marble and some other unknown substance. The red parts on his armor have never been examined or identified as to what they are.
Weapons: A sword and shield, the sword named "Battle" while the shield is named "War"
Staves: None.
Potions and Tinctures: Potions of light Regeneration
Miscellaneous Items: None.
Optional Features
Quote/s: "..."
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Spoiler: James Reynold

Biology
Name: James Reynold
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: James is a lean teen, standing at about 5'8 and skinny yet slightly muscular frame. He's not a body builder but he certainly isn't a twig. He has dark red curls going across his head, some almost long enough to reach his eyes but not quite. He has only a bit of a tanned skin tone, a touch of freckles across his cheeks, and bright aqua greenish-blue eyes. He wears a completely white vest with long sleeves going just barely above his fingers tips, having it folded back at the wrist, each wrist being buttoned and a miniature gold chain being being put on each wrist. Five more small golden chains line the area where the middle of his vest meet, one prominent chain on his collar on each end, as well as a light etched in vine-like design growing up from the edges of the vest. Completing the set with the equally designed white pants he wears and more darkish design footwear with a finishing touch of silk gloves.
Sexuality: Unknown as of right now.
Nature
Personality: James is a light hearted, social, and yet soft-voiced prince with a tender heart. He's usually seen with a small smile about him, not one to be upset by much and always finds the optimism to help others through sticky situations.Though he tends to have low self-confidence and if caught in a situation he may disagree with, he is found to be a pushover or may stop talking(hence silent treatment) to those/situations he's upset at.
Backstory: James, since birth, has always been raised and taught that a balance of power and beauty was the best way to have the world be. Peace was something to strive for, to have the most of. His resolve was to always settle things with as little commotion as possible, and as civilly as he could. And it has always been that way for him. It was what made most of his personality. Fascinated by this philosophy and wanting to impress his father, he became more attuned to going into royal matters, going from managing taxes to simple checks on villages. He lived a life filled with innocence and love. Though soon his resolve will be tested.
Hometown: Thyr Capital
Relations: He is the sibling to his sister, Zira Reynold, and seems to hold a close relationship with the High General Casmis. Rumors have been said though that he's been in contact with an unknown royal blood of Serall however.
Allegiance: Thyr
Equipment
Class: Warriors
Sub-class: Lord
Brief Sub-class summary: A child of royal blood and untold possibilities, he holds the potential of a wayward spirit and a courageous heart. But until that moment arises, this potential shall remain hidden.
Armour: Has none as of right now.
Weapons: None.
Staves: None.
Potions and Tinctures: None.
Miscellaneous Items: Clockwork pocket watch.
Optional Features
Quote/s: None.
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Spoiler: The Matyr, Aerovic

Biology
Name: Aerovic or The Martyr
Age: Unknown
Gender: Supposedly Male
Appearance:

Spoiler: The Martyr

Nature
Personality: Said to be silent, but if you listen closely, you hear his whispers in the dark. Many who know know his personality have gone insane.
Backstory: Aerovic has always been more of a myth then an existing being. It was originally a rumor which spread into the legend. The story of Aerovic was that he was born a special child, Alathil. He was born to a family who praised and worshiped dark entities. Wanting their son to grow into something powerful, they performed a ritual to their god and wished for their son to become something great. Soon after the two were said to die, but the baby was still alive. That however was long ago, long before that time. It was said that that same entity raised the child into something hideous and atrocious, earning the name Aerovic. The locals between the borders of Serall and Alathil call him the "Sand Siren" or "Snow Lich" as screeches have been heard in the area, and it's said that whenever you hear his cry, he has claimed his next victim. He is a Legend known for driving people insane. As it says, he pries on the weak to make them stronger. Though within this time, it was said he had his first child...known as the Daughter of Apocalypse. Though nothing more is known about this long legend.
Hometown: None.
Relations: Has something to do with Qasika, seems to get uneasy around Sidero. The Judge and The Executioner might be connected with him.
Allegiance: Unknown

Equipment
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Saconjurist
Brief Sub-class summary: His abilities and powers are strewn with the power to break the mind and make others minds serve him. It's said that he feasts on their breaking state as they break down from his spells. If that's not enough he begins summoning dark-weaved creatures, a kind of black energy in their being. They can be bulky, fast, powerful, etc. No one has, supposedly gotten past that point.
Weapons: None.
Staves: Veins of the Dark God
Potions and Tinctures: None.
Miscellaneous Items: A golden-traced locket.
Optional Features Quote/s: "This world was meant for more...and I'll make sure it has more."
Theme/Battle Theme: Starset - It Has Begun (audio)

Spoiler: Casmis

Biology
Name: Casmis
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler: Casmis

Spoiler: Aquoir

Sexuality: Unknown
Nature
Personality: Usually very quiet and shy, keeping to herself. However, the moment she steps into the field, she's the loudest and most destructive force on the field along with her dragon Aquor. She'll be laughing in the face of danger and charging towards the fearsome.
Backstory: Casmis was born a quiet child, not really one for socializing or talking to others. Her mother wished for a good education for her child so she could have a good life. So she pushed her educcation as much as she physically could. Of course in these times, women were still seen as better off being house wives, so Casmis received more then a few weird looks and judgmental glares, but she studied and learned to the best of her ability for her mother. Though when she was in her younger ages, as she was walking back from her school, she found a small, ice cold rock that was slightly standing out in the distance. She brought it home and soon after the rock seemed to hatch, first revealing it was an egg, and second revealing to be a rare case of being an extremely old and almost extinct race of dragons. She tasked herself with raising the thing to the best of her ability with her mothers approval. Finally when she reached the year of graduation however, she was summoned by the King himself to discuss certain matters. She went and attended the King of Thyrs request, only to hear of his offer of becoming a general. He presented this offer because of her high intellect, and that it would be good to have for tactical needs if Thyr ever needed it. Seeing an opportunity to grow even more, she accepted. However that meant leaving everything behind...including Aqiour. When she had finally packed her belongings, she took the dragon, was about child sized by now, and went far off for a couple days, before placing it in a cave in its slumber to let it grow by itself. She returned, and went straight to work on her skills. She trained every day, growing stronger with her technique with every passing day, and slowly working herself up the ranks before reaching High General. However one day when she was simply out for a walk, she was jumped by some thugs who had been dominating that area. She took out many, uncounted, but eventually without proper gear and weapons, she did fall. Though before they could do anything, the surrounding area was covered in shade and the ground jumped as a huge creature landed above them. They ran away, terrified. Though Casmis turned and saw it was none other then Aqiour. He was fully grown, and had come back to find her. Since that day, their bond has only grown, and she had sworn never to abandon him again.
Hometown: None.
Relations: Her mother is confirmed to exist, but has no existing Thyrian files.
Allegiance: Thyr
Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Dragon Lordess
Brief Sub-class summary: Casmis is fully capable of handling herself in a fight, her Ebony armor flexible as can be and absorbs quite some hits. She uses her Gungnir to do a variety of either sweeping attacks, overhead slams, or jabbing moves. But despite this, she still brings her favorite dragon into the fight. She yells out commands to Aqiour to help her when need be, or even rides him at certain times to be more effective.
Armour: Full set of ebony. Wears a helmet in battle that locks in with her chestplate. A long strand of white loom flows out from the top of the helmet.
Weapons: Ircoron, her polearm
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: None
Miscellaneous Items: None
Optional Features
Quote/s: "Ad mortem, inimicus!"
Theme/Battle Theme: SVRCINA - Meet Me On The Battlefield [Official Lyric Video]

 

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Spoiler: Mit/Matsuri

Biology
Name: Mit/Matsuri
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler: Appearance

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Sexuality: Bisexual
Nature
Personality: After long years of hard traveling and exploring in solitude, it's left her almost mute and stone-hearted. She hardly cares about anyone, and very rarely shows any interest in making new acquaintances.
Backstory: Mitsuri in a kitsune that shows little interest in talking to people, but shows more interest in watching them. She always has been, and always will be, even after her parents died protecting her when she was young. If anything this only raised her curiosity about humans and their way of thinking, even if it was more out of spite. Though despite it all, she still lives by herself, in her own private cave that she hides from sight with her abilities. But besides this, there's not really anything noteable about the Kitsune.
Hometown: None
Relations: None
Allegiance: Undecided
Equipment
Class: Beastskin
Sub-class: Kitsune
Brief Sub-class summary: These fox-like creatures are known for their ability of illusion, mischief, and clever moves. And so she is. She uses her inborn ability of illusion to give her an extra step in a fight to gain advantage, as well as creating a limited amount of fake clones of herself to trick her opponent. When she's in battle, she can sometime summon blue orbs that burn of a bright blue color, throwing these blue balls at them to try and hurt them from a distance. But her main weapons are her claws, etched with a strong titanium to tear apart her opponent with quick, timed, and well-placed strikes.
Armour: None
Weapons: Enchanted Claws of Balance
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: Good'ol bottle of Sake'
Miscellaneous Items: None
Optional Features
Quote/s: "Looks like you're dumber then you look. Then again, a lot of you are."
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Aurora Radiance

Biology
Name: Aurora Radiance
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler: Appearance

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Sexuality: Straight
Nature Personality: Usually very cheerful and uppity, happy to help those who need it. Despite this usually finds her by herself, messing with her collections or creatures.
Backstory: Despite being born from, supposedly, a royal family far away in the east, Aurora has always been fascinated with the world, the mysteries, and the wonders it had to offer. When she was but a toddler she showed great talent in handling magic items and tomes, as well as having a collection of bizarre and strange things of her own. Because of this she got a natural wanting to explore the world and see what was out there for her to discover or learn. Though for the longest time she was forbidden from going anywhere, because she was the next in line. Luckily, not very long after her parents had another child- a boy- which was to come before her to the throne. And in all honesty, she couldn't be relieved more. Last thing she wanted to do was be stuck up in a big'ol castle ordering people around. With this, her parents, with heavy hearts, let her go, and she promised to come back one day. With that she set off to find what she had dragged herself into. On the way she found a small, little partner that she personally named Mimu who usually rests in her bag. Now she finds herself entering new lands, with more things to discover.
Hometown: Some place far out apparently
Relations: None Allegiance: Undecided

Equipment
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Magical Dependency
Brief Sub-class summary: Despite having a kind of powerful draw to magic, Aurora herself has a hard time casting and controlling her own magical abilities. So instead, she relies on the random items she's found on her journeying to help either control her magic or create other magic entirely. These spells can range from a single bolt of electricity to spewing hellflames and anything above.
Armour: None
Weapons: Collectors Compass
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: None
Miscellaneous Items: Many different items to say the least.
Optional Features
Quote/s: "Come on Mimu! We got a world to explore!" "Urrrroa!"
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Qasika

Biology
Name: Qasika
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler: Appearance

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Sexuality: Straight
Nature
Personality: Very dramatic but in a joking, funny way. Very posh and judgmental, loves giving critiques. A general people pleaser, shows little care in everything she does, most likely because she has a lot of money.
Backstory: At a young age she was taken from her family, kidnapped, and used as a forced servant in her captivity. However as she grew older she gained a kind of lust for blood that she didn't quite know how to deal with. But as time went on she began to focus this bloodlust into something more cycnical. Her hands would glow with black and purple magics that she couldn't quite understand, but she enjoyed it. From her years in captivity she learned the world was cruel, and that you had to make it bend the way you wanted to. Learning each of her captors flaws, she used them to murder each and every one of them, before escaping. From then on she quickly built a rich trading company that moved general goods from place to place, it quickly expanding. Some say she was lucky, some others say she cheated someone or something, but she simply said she built it upon herself. Within her life she's had two husbands and three daughters, all in which do not like her for unknown reasons, though who those daughters are is unknown. At the moment however she lives with her current husband, Viktor, and her son Charles.
Hometown: Forgotten
Relations: Victor being her husband, Charles being her son. Allegiance: Serall

Equipment Class: Mage
Sub-class: Omnilipiticalist
Brief Sub-class summary: Unlike the usual Dark Sorceress or Mage, Qasika prefers a more fun way of doing things besides just throwing out spells. She has the ability to seemingly form things out of thin air with the brief snap of her fingers or clap of her hands. Besides this there hasn't been anything noted about her abilities that's bad, or for her in general. Though she has never used those abilities while people were aware of her presence.
Armour: None
Weapons: None
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: Besides some on-hand wine or vinegar, none.
Miscellaneous Items: A travel book
Optional Feature:
Quote/s: "Fate...dear, fate is imminent~"
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: V

Biology
Name: Viscous Yundor, or just "V"
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Appearance: Messy curly grey hair, wearing a small jagged blue stone around his neck, has soft grey(yes grey) eyes with black lines under his sockets from what's said to be no sleep. Wears no armor when on casual duty, a white strand made shirt with strings on the collar to keep around his top, thinly made leather pants, sandals. Pretty thin and tall, but the small hunchback he has makes him seem smaller.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Nature
Personality: Quiet yet every word that comes out of his mouth seems to be sincere. He almost seems to analyze everything, and yet keeps an incredibly still and calm posture. Though some of the things he does are questionable, he's proven to be incredible at his job and reliable, even if he seems a bit weird...
Backstory: Said to have grown up in Serall, he was an orphan kid that was said to be...'special'. Not in that he had anything wrong with him, but he seemed to be mature way beyond his age even before reaching three. Before he was even in school he showed incredible capability in solving simple house problems and lies, putting together to him what were easy little setups about who stole the cookie or who hit who in mere seconds. But on top of that, he showed great uncaring towards the consequences and risks of what may happen to those around him. To him, the case was everything, showing his lack of care or empathy towards other life.

Not so much that he would rather them be gone, but more so that he didn't find any reason of them being around him. His mind was expansive, and yet his actions didn't determine what he thought. His name itself is rich, but many do not recognize he himself, because he would not usually like to show himself in public. The name "V" is known, but he himself and his appearance, not so much. For unknown reasons, he's found fit to move from a neutral stance in between Serall and Thyr, and straight into the core of Thyr itself, seeming to be more supportive of the Thyrian way. Claiming to have come for something in which he said is a problem with the "grass", he for now stays in Thyr peacefully looking over his case.
Hometown: Said to be a burnt down town.
Relations: None.
Allegiance: Thyr
Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Hero
Brief Sub-class summary: V carries around a large, heavy bronze broadsword on his back that he only uses for if he needs to. However, he's usually found holding the handle of the blade but not taking it out of its sheathe initially. He swiftly draws it only when critical points present themselves in front of him, only to draw it and give a strong swing on said target.
Armour: None casually, but when approaching battle wears light leather armor such as shoulder pads, leggings, gauntlets, and actual leather boots. Leaves head exposed.
Weapons: Heavy bronze broadsword on his back. Though it doesn't look like it's been used for a very long time.
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: None.
Miscellaneous Items: Scroll of schedule, scroll of notes.
Optional Features
Quote/s: "Everyone has their own way of looking at justice and order. I try to go by the most lenient kind for everyone to understand, though again, that's just my justice and order. It's all on perception. Though I don't expect you to understand that."
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Syphilis

Biology
Name: Syphilis
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler

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Sexuality: Asexual. Besides who the fuck would love this-
Nature
Personality: Very erratic, will change from scary happy to terrifying angry in the matter of half of a second. She hates everything that is alive or healthy. Has an unnatural amount of scorn for the world.
Backstory: When Syphilis was birthed into the world, it was as if life itself shuddered in disgust. She was born of a hate and judgement, birthed on the concept of strength. Her physical prowess was lacking by far, but the very thing that would be her strength would also be her reason for being sealed away. She had the touch of Apocalypse, giving anyone she touched a deathly sickness, one that would not just be physical but would bore into the persons soul itself. Fearing what the world might suffer because of her, her father strew chains threw her and threw the chains into the walls of a deep crypt, hoping she would never be found again. Now with tensions rising and the hints of war coming, deathly chains whirl in the fog of war.
Hometown: Unknown
Relations: It is said that a long untold myth that The Martyr shall birth the Apocalypse
Allegiance: None.

Equipment
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Virusphage
Brief Sub-class summary: Syphilis relies on her deathly infections, rotting, and dark chains to deal a combination of damage over time and critical strikes. She infects her target, plagues them, and weakens them, and delivers ending blows with her chains, as well as uses them to keep her opponents away from her.
Armour: None.
Weapons: Entrails of the Unholy(chains)
Staves: None.
Potions and Tinctures: None.
Miscellaneous Items: Nothing.
Optional Features
Quote/s: "...Are you proud of me daddy...?"
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Aphose

Name: Aphose
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Spoiler: Human

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Spoiler: Grimleal Form

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Sexuality: Bisexual
Nature
Personality: Very laid back, usually uncaring about anything else besides himself. Sometimes thieves but most of the time sticks with wild catches. Chill but incredibly depressing, his demeanor is calm but a kind of sad happy.
Backstory: When Aphose was born he was expected for great things. Born in Alathil and in poor condition with other villagers, they needed all the help they could to maintain their village. Though as he grew up he was prone to being with a bad group of kids. He himself wasn't a bad kid, but it left a reputation on him that wasn't all that favorable. But one day when watching with some of his friends, a small group of shady figures had walked into the village and had started asking around if anyone had seen the "chosen one". They disregarded it as something just weird, and just continue on with what they were doing. Though when the figures suddenly turned offensive the village was not ready. They would never be ready. They killed as many as they could, slaughtered as many innocent as they could kill, and burned as many houses as they could burn. When Aphose eventually returned with his friends, about six years old, he was horrified. But when the figures saw him, they did not kill him. As they proceeded to strangle his friends in front of him, they quickly pinned the child and put him in shackles before dragging him off towards their destination. From that point on, Aphose refuses to relay anymore info of what happened.
Hometown: A deceased town in Alathil.
Relations: May have some connection with The Martyr
Allegiance: Serall
Equipment
Class: Beastskin
Sub-class: Siphoning Devil
Brief Sub-class summary: These creatures are an odd set of beings that prefer to change into their form less and more siphon from those inner evils more so in their original form. They'll draw from that power and a purple-ish almost black energy will surround the part they want empowered and morph it into speratic-formed part of their Grimleal Form. They only call upon their full form when they're met with emotional strain or their life force is waning. Armour: Besides some withered leather belts on his waist and leather boots, nothin'.
Weapons: None.
Staves: None.
Potions and Tinctures: None.
Optional Features
Quote/s: "Life and death are expendable. Your soul, however...that's a different story, kid."
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Charles

Biology
Name: Charles
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Appearance: When he's out and about he wears a white robe that goes to the ground and lined with a red silk around the edge. The end drags on the ground and is a bit torn. Has golden curly hair, tanish eyes, likes to keep a generally attractive smooth appearance on his face, under the robe he wears a singular piece of white chest plate armor and white pants, as well as golden sabatons that cover his feet. Has an odd deep green sword that hangs with his book of notes and tomes on a chain on his side. When inside, he wears glasses on his face with a simple purple and black striped vest with a white undershirt with sleeves folded to the elbows. Black pants, dress shoes, and a bowtie.
Sexuality: Straight
Nature
Personality: Incredibly cocky, but he doesn't let that cockiness be his weakness. Intelligent, persuasive, and very condescending. Has the mindset that everyone is lower then him. The only thing he despises more then people are his family. Despite all this, he does care about others, it's when he acts full asshole when you can tell he considers you a friend. Often willing to take a hit for another.

Backstory: When Charles was born he grew up with the knowledge that his father would always look towards his cousin with more favoritism. But oddly enough, this never seemed to bother him. Jealousy was a factor that seemed nonexistent in his life, as if something always told him that his cousin was just another attention-seeking prince. His father was incredibly kind and intellectual, and despite his personality it did leave an influence in Charles actions and decisions. His father taught him to be something his family rarely was: more intellectual then prideful. With this in mind, he studied and practiced to become more of a tactically trained and calm in mind. Soon after he completed his studies, the matter of dark magic in which his father used fascinated him, and he himself looked into it. He practiced his technique with magic and a sword and became quite familiar with it. He perfected his tome and promptly called it "Tome of Undoing".
Hometown: Serallian Capital
Relations: William his cousin, Tharel his uncle, Viktor his father, Qasika his mother, and is said to have relations with someone Thyrian.
Allegiance: Atm Serall
Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Blood Knight
Brief Sub-class summary: While not the most durable thing in the world, they make it up for the matter of one thing: Lifesteal. Charles focuses on draining everything his opponent has until they are crumbling to the floor and he is still on his feet. This is accomplished by carefully timed strikes, or even at times a more careless way of fighting.

Armour: The only armor he seems to wear are black gauntlets, a white chest piece, and the gold sabatons.
Weapons: Sword made of some green material, Tome of Undoing
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: None
Miscellaneous Items: Violin
Optional Features
Quote/s: "I'm surrounded by idiots..."

Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Candle

Biology
Name: Candle
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler: "Mortal" Form

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Spoiler: Dragon Form

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Sexuality: Straight supposedly.
Nature
Personality: Docile, honor-bound, and holds self on a high standard. Looks down on others whom she finds inferior. Thinks simple human wars and battles are just ignorance at it's worst. Finds "mortals" as she puts it to people who are not a manakete or dragon to be pathetic and weak and dislikes shapeshifters who use their form to their advantage in a fight instead of a purely fair fight.
Backstory: It's unknown as to where Candle came from. Her name is not recorded in any of the Thyrian, Serallian, or Alathilan records nor is she from any other lands, so her story is unknown by almost everyone. Though through the many disguises and names she decided to stick with, Candle being the most prominent one, she's always claimed to be looking for two things: a sword and a person. What those two things are in what she speaks of she never gives any description.
Hometown: Unknown
Relations: Says to know Casmis personally.
Allegiance: None.
Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Dragon-Draw
Brief Sub-class summary: While she does have a dragon form, as said, she does not like to use it. But if the case comes, she will use an art called Dragon Blood. This makes the weapon of hers surge with a powerful green lightning, the color of her blood, but as long as it's active, it drains her blood and at the cost of her health.
Armour: Two long leg-guards of ebony that stop at her inner thighs, and some under armor made of leather.
Weapons: A blade she calls "The Daughter of Echior"
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: None
Miscellaneous Items: Wear's a circlet on her wrist made of dragonstone.
Optional Features
Quote/s: "Damn arrogant humans...always have to be so opinionated.."
Theme/Battle:

Spoiler: Sidero

Biology
Name: Sidero
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Spoiler: Sidero

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Sexuality: Straight
Nature
Personality: Dull, quiet, and generally not very stunning. Doesn't like attention, but it's all he gets when in battle. He's been shown taking various hits, including stabbing, without a reaction. It's been concluded that he either has a high tolerance for pain, or his ability to feel things are very low.

Backstory: Not much is known about this...person. Besides what little info his allies were able to pry out of him, he was apparently born numb. Not able to feel anything, and it lasted for three years. He grew a generally dull child, not seeming to like many things. Besides war. He eventually had his feeling return, but it didn't change how he felt. Although as he puts himself at a high standard, and does so for others as well. He believes in strength, the Serallian way. At one point he was even accused of killing one of his friends, because he didn't like them, and found them weak. He fights in silent words for Serall now, seeking strength in ruthless slaughter.
Hometown: Greyshire
Relations: Supposedly Qasika, but he apparently has a daughter.
Allegiance: Serall
Equipment Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Juggernaut
Brief Sub-class summary: Giving up speed for durability, Juggernauts have an incredibly high amount of endurance and soaking ability, able to take hits fairly easily and sometimes with even no damage done, but in replacement of that the heavy armor they wear greatly slows them down, making their heavy harder hitting attacks more of a charge up and their maneuverability incredibly slow.
Armour: Consistent of a what's said to be a silvery looking with hints of marble and some other unknown substance. The red parts on his armor have never been examined or identified as to what they are.
Weapons: A sword and shield, the sword named "Battle" while the shield is named "War"
Staves: None.
Potions and Tinctures: Potions of light Regeneration
Miscellaneous Items: None.
Optional Features
Quote/s: "..."
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: James Reynold

Biology
Name: James Reynold
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: James is a lean teen, standing at about 5'8 and skinny yet slightly muscular frame. He's not a body builder but he certainly isn't a twig. He has dark red curls going across his head, some almost long enough to reach his eyes but not quite. He has only a bit of a tanned skin tone, a touch of freckles across his cheeks, and bright aqua greenish-blue eyes. He wears a completely white vest with long sleeves going just barely above his fingers tips, having it folded back at the wrist, each wrist being buttoned and a miniature gold chain being being put on each wrist. Five more small golden chains line the area where the middle of his vest meet, one prominent chain on his collar on each end, as well as a light etched in vine-like design growing up from the edges of the vest. Completing the set with the equally designed white pants he wears and more darkish design footwear with a finishing touch of silk gloves.
Sexuality: Unknown as of right now.
Nature
Personality: James is a light hearted, social, and yet soft-voiced prince with a tender heart. He's usually seen with a small smile about him, not one to be upset by much and always finds the optimism to help others through sticky situations.Though he tends to have low self-confidence and if caught in a situation he may disagree with, he is found to be a pushover or may stop talking(hence silent treatment) to those/situations he's upset at.
Backstory: James, since birth, has always been raised and taught that a balance of power and beauty was the best way to have the world be. Peace was something to strive for, to have the most of. His resolve was to always settle things with as little commotion as possible, and as civilly as he could. And it has always been that way for him. It was what made most of his personality. Fascinated by this philosophy and wanting to impress his father, he became more attuned to going into royal matters, going from managing taxes to simple checks on villages. He lived a life filled with innocence and love. Though soon his resolve will be tested.
Hometown: Thyr Capital
Relations: He is the sibling to his sister, Zira Reynold, and seems to hold a close relationship with the High General Casmis. Rumors have been said though that he's been in contact with an unknown royal blood of Serall however.
Allegiance: Thyr
Equipment
Class: Warriors
Sub-class: Lord
Brief Sub-class summary: A child of royal blood and untold possibilities, he holds the potential of a wayward spirit and a courageous heart. But until that moment arises, this potential shall remain hidden.
Armour: Has none as of right now.
Weapons: None.
Staves: None.
Potions and Tinctures: None.
Miscellaneous Items: Clockwork pocket watch.
Optional Features
Quote/s: None.
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: The Matyr, Aerovic

Biology
Name: Aerovic or The Martyr
Age: Unknown
Gender: Supposedly Male
Appearance:

Spoiler: The Martyr

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Nature
Personality: Said to be silent, but if you listen closely, you hear his whispers in the dark. Many who know know his personality have gone insane.
Backstory: Aerovic has always been more of a myth then an existing being. It was originally a rumor which spread into the legend. The story of Aerovic was that he was born a special child, Alathil. He was born to a family who praised and worshiped dark entities. Wanting their son to grow into something powerful, they performed a ritual to their god and wished for their son to become something great. Soon after the two were said to die, but the baby was still alive. That however was long ago, long before that time. It was said that that same entity raised the child into something hideous and atrocious, earning the name Aerovic. The locals between the borders of Serall and Alathil call him the "Sand Siren" or "Snow Lich" as screeches have been heard in the area, and it's said that whenever you hear his cry, he has claimed his next victim. He is a Legend known for driving people insane. As it says, he pries on the weak to make them stronger. Though within this time, it was said he had his first child...known as the Daughter of Apocalypse. Though nothing more is known about this long legend.
Hometown: None.
Relations: Has something to do with Qasika, seems to get uneasy around Sidero. The Judge and The Executioner might be connected with him.
Allegiance: Unknown

Equipment
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Saconjurist
Brief Sub-class summary: His abilities and powers are strewn with the power to break the mind and make others minds serve him. It's said that he feasts on their breaking state as they break down from his spells. If that's not enough he begins summoning dark-weaved creatures, a kind of black energy in their being. They can be bulky, fast, powerful, etc. No one has, supposedly gotten past that point.
Weapons: None.
Staves: Veins of the Dark God
Potions and Tinctures: None.
Miscellaneous Items: A golden-traced locket.
Optional Features Quote/s: "This world was meant for more...and I'll make sure it has more."
Theme/Battle Theme: Starset - It Has Begun (audio)

Spoiler: Casmis

Biology
Name: Casmis
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Spoiler: Casmis

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Spoiler: Aquoir

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Sexuality: Unknown
Nature
Personality: Usually very quiet and shy, keeping to herself. However, the moment she steps into the field, she's the loudest and most destructive force on the field along with her dragon Aquor. She'll be laughing in the face of danger and charging towards the fearsome.
Backstory: Casmis was born a quiet child, not really one for socializing or talking to others. Her mother wished for a good education for her child so she could have a good life. So she pushed her educcation as much as she physically could. Of course in these times, women were still seen as better off being house wives, so Casmis received more then a few weird looks and judgmental glares, but she studied and learned to the best of her ability for her mother. Though when she was in her younger ages, as she was walking back from her school, she found a small, ice cold rock that was slightly standing out in the distance. She brought it home and soon after the rock seemed to hatch, first revealing it was an egg, and second revealing to be a rare case of being an extremely old and almost extinct race of dragons. She tasked herself with raising the thing to the best of her ability with her mothers approval. Finally when she reached the year of graduation however, she was summoned by the King himself to discuss certain matters. She went and attended the King of Thyrs request, only to hear of his offer of becoming a general. He presented this offer because of her high intellect, and that it would be good to have for tactical needs if Thyr ever needed it. Seeing an opportunity to grow even more, she accepted. However that meant leaving everything behind...including Aqiour. When she had finally packed her belongings, she took the dragon, was about child sized by now, and went far off for a couple days, before placing it in a cave in its slumber to let it grow by itself. She returned, and went straight to work on her skills. She trained every day, growing stronger with her technique with every passing day, and slowly working herself up the ranks before reaching High General. However one day when she was simply out for a walk, she was jumped by some thugs who had been dominating that area. She took out many, uncounted, but eventually without proper gear and weapons, she did fall. Though before they could do anything, the surrounding area was covered in shade and the ground jumped as a huge creature landed above them. They ran away, terrified. Though Casmis turned and saw it was none other then Aqiour. He was fully grown, and had come back to find her. Since that day, their bond has only grown, and she had sworn never to abandon him again.
Hometown: None.
Relations: Her mother is confirmed to exist, but has no existing Thyrian files.
Allegiance: Thyr
Equipment
Class: Warrior
Sub-class: Dragon Lordess
Brief Sub-class summary: Casmis is fully capable of handling herself in a fight, her Ebony armor flexible as can be and absorbs quite some hits. She uses her Gungnir to do a variety of either sweeping attacks, overhead slams, or jabbing moves. But despite this, she still brings her favorite dragon into the fight. She yells out commands to Aqiour to help her when need be, or even rides him at certain times to be more effective.
Armour: Full set of ebony. Wears a helmet in battle that locks in with her chestplate. A long strand of white loom flows out from the top of the helmet.
Weapons: Ircoron, her polearm
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: None
Miscellaneous Items: None
Optional Features
Quote/s: "Ad mortem, inimicus!"
Theme/Battle Theme: SVRCINA - Meet Me On The Battlefield [Official Lyric Video]

Uhm....I want to say multiple things....yet.....I do not know if I should......
I kinda want to know now if the characters of mods need to be need to be accepted by other mods.......

 

[Xatyr]

Uhm....I want to say multiple things....yet.....I do not know if I should......
I kinda want to know now if the characters of mods need to be need to be accepted by other mods.......

Nah no need to. Just automatically accepted lmao

 

[Bluresm]

Nah no need to. Just automatically accepted lmao

I would hope that's not the case if everyone else has to be accepted.

 

[Xatyr]

I would hope that's not the case if everyone else has to be accepted.

Everyone else has to be accepted as to make sure others apps are fitting the rules of the applications. Usually we don't have a problem with it and we just accept them cause people usually just get it right the first time, but it's just to make sure they do.

 

[Bluresm]

Everyone else has to be accepted as to make sure others apps are fitting the rules of the applications. Usually we don't have a problem with it and we just accept them cause people usually just get it right the first time, but it's just to make sure they do.

It still could lead to either poor quality characters slipping through without another mod looking it over to see if it's low quality or not, or a character that is just absurd and unfitting in the environment.
Then again, that's just my thoughts on the entire situation.

 

[Xatyr]

It still could lead to either poor quality characters slipping through without another mod looking it over to see if it's low quality or not, or a character that is just absurd and unfitting in the environment.
Then again, that's just my thoughts on the entire situation.

Before we post them we always review our own apps with each other as to make sure they're fine, so they don't go unnoticed if that's what you're worried about.

 

[Bluresm]

Spoiler: Exavor

Biology
Name: Exavor..?
Age: No one knows. He think's he's close to 20, though
Gender: Male
Appearance: "You can tell when one was cursed to have demon blood by the markings that they bear upon birth. I will once again deny that the runes that decorate my hands are not signs of that." - Exytium, date unknown
Exavor is occasionally seen, and, thanks to the covering of the rags that he wears, is seen as little more than one of the poor people, maybe even a homeless beggar, judging by the tears and stains on his dull clothing, the slight tanning of his pale skin, as well as the scar that blesses his face, and almost cost him his left eye. That's not the only scar in which he possesses, having nearly a hundred others that cover his body, mostly hidden by his clothing, although the scars on his hands aren't quite as easy to hide. Then again, neither are the markings that cover his body, signs of Serath, thankfully having been mostly obscured by the scars on him, but the small marking under his right eye and parts of a mark can be seen on the back of his right hand, should he roll up his sleeve.

Upon transformation, Exavor grows two new limbs, a tail, some horns, and an extra pair of eyes. That's not all that changes, though. His skin turns to hard scales, black as the night, with many dimly glowing marking that dance across his form, no longer obscured by scars, trailing all the way down his tail, along all of his limbs, and even wrapping around his horns. At the end of his forelimbs, there are a series of sharp claws, that are likely able to slice through most all light armors
Height: 6', 183 cm - human
9'1, 237 cm - beast
Sexuality: Asexual.

Nature
Personality: Exavor is shy and reclusive, but also has one hell of a temper should he be pushed too hard. He tends to try and avoid conflict with people, though, and people in general.
Backstory: "Either it's cultists that wish to take them in and shape them into idols, racists which desire to see them all purged from the world, or common folk that want nothing to do with them, the beasts have even less in this world than their other kin." - The Desert Wolf, date unknown
Exavor doesn't know his family, or his home, as both were removed from the picture at a young age for him. He was captured by a cult, then stolen away by a group of assholes that beat him and nearly killed him on more than one occasion. THen the cult took him back again...this happened several times, before the loop was actually broken. Someone burnt the assholes that had captured him, and only barely spared Exavor. The only help that he was given was being freed of his shackles and being thrown out of the cellar he was in. He's just roamed around ever since.
Hometown: "When you see all the hate in the world, sometimes you realize that the shadows are the best of places to lurk, and to bide your time," - Unknown, date unknown
There is no home for a demon, other than in the shadows of the forests and the caves.
Relations: While not directly, word of him has gotten around to a few others.
Allegiance: For now, there is no side to be chosen.

Equipment
Class: Beastkin
Sub-class: Demon Archon
Brief Sub-class summary: Focusing on more physical aspects than magical, Demon Archon revolves around hitting hard and hitting often, although it's only useful when transformed, as the fighting style relies on the more beastial shape and nature of the "demons" to cause as much suffering and chaos as possibly.
Armour: None
Weapons: None
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: None
Miscellaneous Items: None

Optional Features
Quote/s: "Uh...no, I'm definitely not a giant monster."
Theme/Battle Theme:

Spoiler: Saphira

Biology
Name: Saphira
Age: Between 2 and 3k years in age. She looks to be between 15 and 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: While she may have once been called pretty, but with the scar that cuts across her face, from cheekbone to cheekbone, that time has passed. Her hair is long, reaching down to her knees, and is a color similar to sea foam green. Peeking through her hair is her long, pointed ears, similarly to all other dragonkin. Her eyes are an emerald green color, although there is a certain dullness to them. Adorning her body is a dull grey cloak, covering her body, and an "armored dress", with a silver colored breastplate, as well as silver colored gauntlets, pauldrons, and grieves.

In her dragon form her appearance is reminiscent of a wyvern, four limbs, the front two being wings as well as legs, a long neck, a strong tail...her face appears to have a mask on it, due to the differently colored scales. Across her body there are fine, almost fur like feathers, some acting as a mane, some blessing but not covering her wings, many running down her back, and a bunch making the end of her tail almost appear bushy. Her legs have some claws on them for self defense, should she need to fight people off.
Height: 5'5, 165 cm - human
8'3, 226 cm - dragon
Sexuality: "Uhm..." 0///0

Nature
Personality: Having someone both mature enough to know what and what not to do, yet oblivious enough to walk into a tree while talking to someone else is basically the best way to describe Saphira. She's not particularly well educated, but knows more than the commonfolk. She could appear as a noble should she wish to do so, but she'd much rather stay away from humans unless she has to get involved to stop the collapse of the world as everyone knows it.
Backstory: It's not a great life that one lives when they have to grow up and actually act like an adult before even looking like one. But Saphira had to do so when she looked only seven years of age. It wasn't much longer after that when she left society to grow up by herself, while learning as much of the world as she could...it lead her to find many horrible prophecies as of how the world would end within the wastes of Alathill, with little to no way to actually stop them from happening. So she took it upon herself to find figures that may end up causing the damnation of everyone alive, and to dissuade them from continuing the path that they travel, or to find a way to kill them.
Hometown: Shrug
Relations: She has observed many people...she fears Tharel Sharpe and Exytium, for the sake of everyone, not just herself...and she wishes she never learnt of Aerovic. Any one of the three could end the world should they put forth the effort.
Allegiance: She is loyal to Thyr, only because she believes herself to be a relative of the goddess. She's less likely to fight as she is to engage in minor verbal confrontations.

Equipment
Class: Beastkin
Sub-class: Fragmented Maelstrom
Brief Sub-class summary: There is no strength, there is no weakness, there is no skill, nor is there luck, when the end times come. There is only judgement. Saphira is an observer, judging the actions of those whom she watches. She stays away from all of the fighting of the masses, as that is just a nightmare to deal with, but, when the fires of conflict die back down, she will assess the results and help bury the dead. Afterall, death will consume everyone eventually.
Armour: She doesn't wear any armo/ur.
Weapons: She wields a shining silvery broadsword if she must fight, and she knows how to use the weapon well. Yet it has no name, as that creates a feeling of attachment to a tool that will either rust or break.
Staves:
Potions and Tinctures:
Miscellaneous Items: She wears an ornate necklace around her neck, made of gold, with a large greenish stone hanging from it. The stone has the black silhouette of a dragon on it.

Optional Features
Quote/s: "The worst thing about the world is that I'm either too loved, or completely despised. That, or I'm on my own once more."
Theme/Battle Theme:

 

[corvox]

OK SORRY for disappearing. everyone is accepted. I SWEAR I will get working on this soon, I have just lost track of what I'm supposed to do... oops

 

[corvox]

going to be posting my remaining characters in separate posts instead.

Spoiler

Biology
Name: Llewyn
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Standing at 5'9'', Llewyn is an average height, averagely built young man, with only a slight bit of musculature. He's fairly tanned from all his work in the fields of Thyr, and his scruffy brown hair falls just below his chin. A small scar runs across the bridge of his nose - a run in with a fearsome chicken. His eyes are deep green, standing out from his face and hair.
The clothing Llewyn wears is not out of the ordinary for Thyrian farm workers. A white shirt, sleeves rolled up just above the elbow, a pair of ankle-length dungarees worn over plain brown trousers, and some knee-length, worn down leather boots.
Llewyn's trademark is his large straw sunhat. With a green band around it and a few feathers poking out of the side, it compliments the young farmers eyes very well.
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nature
Personality: Down-to-earth yet high in spirits, Llewyn is only ever seen frowning when he's hard at work. He keeps the morale high, and has a work ethic that would impress some of Thyr's most spar-happy soldiers. He is approachable, but once he starts talking, it's hard for him to stop. Being a commoner, he's often forced to do the dirty and tiring jobs. But labour is nothing to Llewyn. He's used to mucking out horses and lifting heavy barrels.
Backstory: Born into a large family located in a farming village to the north of Thyr, little Llewyn was the youngest of all his siblings. His family, despite working the farm, were renowned apothecaries in their area. They went out to sell their goods on the capital's streets, every week, just so they could raise enough money to feed the many children at home.
It was a part of the family trade, being an apothecary. Llewyn wasn't a rebel, he enjoyed his lessons, and wanted to learn more about the medicine trade. He set off for the capital three months ago, and has resided there since, taking lessons from some of the best. Even if they ask him to not touch anything or to take off his hat.
Hometown: A farming village in the fields of Thyr. Quite a large area, although most of it is crops and coops instead of houses.
Relations: He's extremely close with everyone in his village, but the folk of the capital tend to steer clear of the common folk. Especially when they talk with a funny accent.
Allegiance: Although Llewyn wishes for peace between all nations, he leans towards Thyr.

Equipment
Class: Mage
Sub-class: Apothecary
Brief Sub-class summary: Apothecaries are healers, but they don't use staves, which excludes them from the Cleric class. They rely on crafting potions and antidotes to aid themselves and their allies. They're somewhat magically gifted, able to wield it as a form of self-defence. Apothecaries have hardy defences, but they're usually quite weak in terms of attack power.
Armour: Cloth, leather boots and a straw hat. Don't need much protection down on the farmland, unless you're dealing with an angry cow.
Weapons: Wind Tome
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: Healing Potion x2, Antidote.
Miscellaneous Items: Apothecary's satchel, to hold all of his ingredients.

Optional Features
Quote/s:
Theme/Battle Theme:
[/SPOILERS]

(one more character to add here, will edit them in soon)

 

[Kamen-Drago]

Biology
Name: Catherine Patra
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Sexuality: Bi.

Nature
Personality: Regreting her last words, she never talks to prevent stuff like that ever happening. She also likes heat and anything that has to do with fire including setting stuff on fire.
Backstory: Born in Thyr where she had a pretty good life, with her older sister and father. Her mother died at childbirth so her dad found a job as an lumberjack to support the sisters. In the woods her father worked at, she and her sister taught themselves on bows.
One day, while Catherine was out of the house to get a package for her dad she said ''I will see you soon, dad and sis.'' to both of them. When she returned, she saw somethign horrible, the entire house was on fire. That sight made her all messed up as her first action was to set teh entire forest on fire after that.
Hometown: To be added later.
Relations: None.
Allegiance: Lives in Thyr but gives all of her support to Alathil, her birthplace and place of fire.

Equipment
Class: Rogue
Sub-class: Mounted Hunter
Brief Sub-class summary: As the name suggests, they are Hunters that are mounted. Using their speed, Mounted Hunters usually do hint and run tactics. As they need to be light on their beasts's, they do not wear alot of armor.
Armour: Fireproof-Cloth
Weapons: Bow along with with burnable arrows.
Staves: None
Potions and Tinctures: 1 antidotes and some drinking water.
Miscellaneous Items: An Firestriker, Flint and Dry grass which is all stored in a Tinderpouch.

Optional Features
Quote/s:
Theme/Battle Theme: