Fantasy Natural Selection Character Sheets

[JokerValentine]

Personal Details

Name: Father Thomas Pollett

Race: Human

Age: 44

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual, given that he is a man of the robe.

Profession: Priest



Skills/Abilities

Class: He is somewhere in-between a cleric and a healer. He is proficient in healing, but not mastered in it. Likewise, he has proficient experience in sacred doctrines and prayers.

Element: Light would perhaps be a more fitting element for him.

Spells:

*Silver's Bane: A potion that has been shown to be rather effective at reducing the damage caused by a slash wound.
*Call to Prayer: The priest utilizes a sacred scroll to ask the Gods to give the party luck in an endeavor.
*John's Foot: This bitter brew that Thomas concocts from nature has been known to serve to relieve travelers of being weary and sick with the common disease (or a Cold, as we may put it). It can also be used for constipation.
*Kaplem: Many believe this spell to have been taken from a foreign Pagan religion, but Kaplem is a sacred ritual that involves personal sacrifice to the Gods, in exchange for healing from a dire ailment. It is not always successful.
*Grandmeale: A forbidden drink in the clergy, but it is indeed one that Thomas enjoys to make. The scent of this beverage made from some roots can allow people to sleep in peace. However, if drunk, this beverage works stronger than any mead available. He just prefers to inhale its aroma.

Weapons: He is unarmed, but carries with him several scrolls, bandages, and various roots and herbs.

Armor: He does not wear armor. He wears ceremonial robes, or the standard public clothing of priests.

Training 20+ years of clerical training, eight years of healing training (not consecutively)



Appearance Details

Hair color: The photograph misleads it, but he has straight, short black hair.

Eye color: Brown.

Skin color: White skin, typical of our equivalent of Southern France or Austrian.

Height: 5'10

Scars/Tattoos: He has none to show.

Weight: 149 lbs.


Character Details

Personality: Thomas is a man of the robe, serving the Gods above with a sense of passion. When you encounter this simple looking man, you will probably find him to be wearing a small smile of sorts. He speaks with a low, elegant voice, and speaks plainly. He's not one to show an ego, at least not obviously. It appears, at least to him, that his sense of self-worth was severed at birth. But he does have an ego, and it is in his mission. His priesthood comes with it a quest of its own, per se. Unlike many of his human brethren, Thomas likes to think he is unique for not being spiteful of other creatures. He finds the non-human realm to be fascinating to behold. He can be seen conversing with any type of creature, regardless of what may be considered "normal" by other human Aldurians.

This priest is not a hateful man, but he certainly has a feeling in his heart that may be construed as rather spiteful. The sentiment, alas, is directed at humanity. Thomas can show this feeling by being more critical of the doings of humans than any other creature. However, he is more optimistic of his approach to things. He rarely damns any happenings that are insulting, as he tries his best to ignore any material happening that may get to him. He has had outbursts, on certain occasions, when certain members appear to be demeaning towards him directly, or compare him as a traitor. It may have been the stress he was under at that time, but we will perhaps never know.



Strengths: Thomas is an ally, willing to support generously those in need. Additionally, he is genuinely kind to all, regardless of their race. This sort of attribute, as he likes to believe, can lead to a group cohesion.

Weaknesses: Positivity only takes one so far. In dire situations, Thomas can sometimes be stupidly optimistic. When not in the face of danger, Thomas is not one to make good small talk. He will bring up bizarre topics that are easily disinteresting.

Likes: Thomas likes anything from nature, from the obviously beautiful to the not so much. He finds the rural life to be rather satisfying as well. The Gods, to no surprise, are also a favorite of him.

Dislikes: The priest dislikes the destructive nature of humanity. This dislike can come in many forms, when it comes to war, or hatred, or the crowded and dirty city. Also, he has a strong dislike for those that forget the blessings of the Gods, or act with their own interest or under the guise of their emotions.

History: Thomas was born around 40 miles South of the current Aldurian locale. He was born into a poor family, one of five children (only three of which survived to adulthood, and two of which are still alive) to a farming peasant.They found themselves unable to grow a crop sufficiently, no matter how hard they tried. It was becoming dire, for both of them. They had very little, but now they were starving. Thomas felt that pain every day, growing with three, later two siblings. They rarely had anything to eat. Then, it got worse. Thomas' mother fell ill, and after battling with malnutrition and giving birth to five children, passed. Most strikingly, alas, the family seemed to not lose hope entirely. Thomas' father asked the Guard for anything to spare, to which they did not reply. With humanity having turned its back on the needy, it seemed as if they were to starve to death, their home become abandoned and their fields overgrown. Thomas' father decided to ask the ones that would listen, the Gods.

With outstretched arms, Thomas' father swore to the Gods that he would give his second son, his most prized, if that is flattering enough, to the clergy if they took mercy on him and his family. The Gods obliged, giving the father a bountiful and healthy harvest with his last seeds. The garden flourished, colored plants of many colors bloomed. But Thomas' father kept his promise. At the age of 11, Thomas was sent away to the clergy, who took the boy in with open arms. He was a gift, as his father described, and irrefutable proof of the divine authority. But Thomas sis not understand. He felt lost, troubled, confused even. How could his father simply give him up so simply? The priests perhaps senses this sentiment, and devoted much time to the new recruit to explain the glory of the divine.

By the age of 12, the growing Thomas had been indoctrinated with many scrolls. He had begun his education, learned how to read, almost knew how to write, but even more so learned about the history of the realm, and the creatures within it. If anything, Thomas gravitated towards this knowledge more than anything. Throughout his education, he became enthralled with their culture, and how innocent they seemed. But as he matured into the later years of his education, he became enlightened of their plight. He learned from his mentor, Father Strauss, that humanity had been terrible to those that were not human, and still were. For example, he had been taught of the wicked deeds of the Silver Legion, and how they had demeaned anything that was not human. It disgusted the young Thomas, and perhaps served to be his calling.

Upon completion of his general education, Thomas could officially qualify to become not a student, but a teacher. Ironically, this alteration to his education resulted in more of the same learning. Strauss, now well into his 60's, saw great potential in Thomas to be a true priest of active compassion. The way that he took to learning about the sins of humanity, it showed that he could perhaps be one to travel and administer words of advice, and acts of healing. So, Strauss took initiative to further his investment in scripture, but once a week, whenever he could, Father Strauss would teach him of the various roots, how to find them, and what they could do to benefit all.

By the age of 25, Thomas was given the rank of father, one of the youngest to be named. Of course, it was certainly a favor of Father Strauss, who had connections within the church to give the young man confidence. At this point, Thomas was told that his time in the safety of the church was finished, and he would embark on a great journey, to see many lands, many goods, and many evils. This would be a test of his education. With no money, no direction, and only a few words of advice, Thomas was told to venture, and come back only when he had seen the world differently. By no means would this journey be short, and there would be many trials to endure, many evils he would see and be tempted by. Many lonely, sick, needy, tired, pained, all of which called to him for answers.

The journey took very long, so long that he forgot the words given to him all those years ago. He would wake up, and imagine he were back in the clergy, where he had a nice cot, and be in the light of the divine every moment of his day. But in these heathen lands, he could see for himself the wickedness of the world. There are many stories to tell, many he would share if asked. But how could one possibly write of all that had happened in the seven years of a journey? As crazy as it may seem, it was on the eve of his 32nd birthday when he had the moment that made him realize the time was right to return. He had been smitten with am elven priestess from a small village. She was poor, but was leading him on in may ways. She approached him before, wishing to converse about the differences in scripture. They had grown rather close, so close that Thomas was nearly pulled from the priesthood so that he may marry her.

But what made him see the world for what it is is that one morning, where he nearly renounced his priesthood, she left him and never returned. She took with him her belongings, nothing, not a word. He was alone, and she was never seen again. The people of the village knew nothing of where she had gone, or never recalled her being there. Thomas realized that greed lived within all, even the pious. With greed comes suffering, and with suffering comes sin. With this lesson in hand, the priest returned, and recounted the even more aged Father Strauss. Needless to say, he was proud of his student.

For the next twelve years, the priest would travel to many places, but not for long. he would be asked to bless this city, baptize that child, and memories of the pain of his life faded. He lived better as a priest, and he felt that he would be one to bring light to this world. With faith in the divine comes faith in the fellow man.

Relationships: Thomas had a close relationship with his mentor in the clergy, Fr. Strauss, who has since passed.

Goals: He wishes to learn more about the wickedness of this earth, and what he may do to change it.

Fears: Thomas fears heavily for the future of the faith he abides to, whether it be due to the ignorance of the people he serves to influence, or the destruction of humanity that brings upon its downfall. He also is entirely uncomfortable and fearful of being burned at the stake.

 

[Anaxileah]

Personal Details

Name: Father Thomas Pollett

Race: Human

Age: 44

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual, given that he is a man of the robe.

Profession: Priest



Skills/Abilities

Class: He is somewhere in-between a cleric and a healer. He is proficient in healing, but not mastered in it. Likewise, he has proficient experience in sacred doctrines and prayers.

Element: Light would perhaps be a more fitting element for him.

Spells:

*Silver's Bane: A potion that has been shown to be rather effective at reducing the damage caused by a slash wound.
*Call to Prayer: The priest utilizes a sacred scroll to ask the Gods to give the party luck in an endeavor.
*John's Foot: This bitter brew that Thomas concocts from nature has been known to serve to relieve travelers of being weary and sick with the common disease (or a Cold, as we may put it). It can also be used for constipation.
*Kaplem: Many believe this spell to have been taken from a foreign Pagan religion, but Kaplem is a sacred ritual that involves personal sacrifice to the Gods, in exchange for healing from a dire ailment. It is not always successful.
*Grandmeale: A forbidden drink in the clergy, but it is indeed one that Thomas enjoys to make. The scent of this beverage made from some roots can allow people to sleep in peace. However, if drunk, this beverage works stronger than any mead available. He just prefers to inhale its aroma.

Weapons: He is unarmed, but carries with him several scrolls, bandages, and various roots and herbs.

Armor: He does not wear armor. He wears ceremonial robes, or the standard public clothing of priests.

Training 20+ years of clerical training, eight years of healing training (not consecutively)



Appearance Details

Hair color: The photograph misleads it, but he has straight, short black hair.

Eye color: Brown.

Skin color: White skin, typical of our equivalent of Southern France or Austrian.

Height: 5'10

Scars/Tattoos: He has none to show.

Weight: 149 lbs.


Character Details

Personality: Thomas is a man of the robe, serving the Gods above with a sense of passion. When you encounter this simple looking man, you will probably find him to be wearing a small smile of sorts. He speaks with a low, elegant voice, and speaks plainly. He's not one to show an ego, at least not obviously. It appears, at least to him, that his sense of self-worth was severed at birth. But he does have an ego, and it is in his mission. His priesthood comes with it a quest of its own, per se. Unlike many of his human brethren, Thomas likes to think he is unique for not being spiteful of other creatures. He finds the non-human realm to be fascinating to behold. He can be seen conversing with any type of creature, regardless of what may be considered "normal" by other human Aldurians.

This priest is not a hateful man, but he certainly has a feeling in his heart that may be construed as rather spiteful. The sentiment, alas, is directed at humanity. Thomas can show this feeling by being more critical of the doings of humans than any other creature. However, he is more optimistic of his approach to things. He rarely damns any happenings that are insulting, as he tries his best to ignore any material happening that may get to him. He has had outbursts, on certain occasions, when certain members appear to be demeaning towards him directly, or compare him as a traitor. It may have been the stress he was under at that time, but we will perhaps never know.



Strengths: Thomas is an ally, willing to support generously those in need. Additionally, he is genuinely kind to all, regardless of their race. This sort of attribute, as he likes to believe, can lead to a group cohesion.

Weaknesses: Positivity only takes one so far. In dire situations, Thomas can sometimes be stupidly optimistic. When not in the face of danger, Thomas is not one to make good small talk. He will bring up bizarre topics that are easily disinteresting.

Likes: Thomas likes anything from nature, from the obviously beautiful to the not so much. He finds the rural life to be rather satisfying as well. The Gods, to no surprise, are also a favorite of him.

Dislikes: The priest dislikes the destructive nature of humanity. This dislike can come in many forms, when it comes to war, or hatred, or the crowded and dirty city. Also, he has a strong dislike for those that forget the blessings of the Gods, or act with their own interest or under the guise of their emotions.

History: Thomas was born around 40 miles South of the current Aldurian locale. He was born into a poor family, one of five children (only three of which survived to adulthood, and two of which are still alive) to a farming peasant.They found themselves unable to grow a crop sufficiently, no matter how hard they tried. It was becoming dire, for both of them. They had very little, but now they were starving. Thomas felt that pain every day, growing with three, later two siblings. They rarely had anything to eat. Then, it got worse. Thomas' mother fell ill, and after battling with malnutrition and giving birth to five children, passed. Most strikingly, alas, the family seemed to not lose hope entirely. Thomas' father asked the Guard for anything to spare, to which they did not reply. With humanity having turned its back on the needy, it seemed as if they were to starve to death, their home become abandoned and their fields overgrown. Thomas' father decided to ask the ones that would listen, the Gods.

With outstretched arms, Thomas' father swore to the Gods that he would give his second son, his most prized, if that is flattering enough, to the clergy if they took mercy on him and his family. The Gods obliged, giving the father a bountiful and healthy harvest with his last seeds. The garden flourished, colored plants of many colors bloomed. But Thomas' father kept his promise. At the age of 11, Thomas was sent away to the clergy, who took the boy in with open arms. He was a gift, as his father described, and irrefutable proof of the divine authority. But Thomas sis not understand. He felt lost, troubled, confused even. How could his father simply give him up so simply? The priests perhaps senses this sentiment, and devoted much time to the new recruit to explain the glory of the divine.

By the age of 12, the growing Thomas had been indoctrinated with many scrolls. He had begun his education, learned how to read, almost knew how to write, but even more so learned about the history of the realm, and the creatures within it. If anything, Thomas gravitated towards this knowledge more than anything. Throughout his education, he became enthralled with their culture, and how innocent they seemed. But as he matured into the later years of his education, he became enlightened of their plight. He learned from his mentor, Father Strauss, that humanity had been terrible to those that were not human, and still were. For example, he had been taught of the wicked deeds of the Silver Legion, and how they had demeaned anything that was not human. It disgusted the young Thomas, and perhaps served to be his calling.

Upon completion of his general education, Thomas could officially qualify to become not a student, but a teacher. Ironically, this alteration to his education resulted in more of the same learning. Strauss, now well into his 60's, saw great potential in Thomas to be a true priest of active compassion. The way that he took to learning about the sins of humanity, it showed that he could perhaps be one to travel and administer words of advice, and acts of healing. So, Strauss took initiative to further his investment in scripture, but once a week, whenever he could, Father Strauss would teach him of the various roots, how to find them, and what they could do to benefit all.

By the age of 25, Thomas was given the rank of father, one of the youngest to be named. Of course, it was certainly a favor of Father Strauss, who had connections within the church to give the young man confidence. At this point, Thomas was told that his time in the safety of the church was finished, and he would embark on a great journey, to see many lands, many goods, and many evils. This would be a test of his education. With no money, no direction, and only a few words of advice, Thomas was told to venture, and come back only when he had seen the world differently. By no means would this journey be short, and there would be many trials to endure, many evils he would see and be tempted by. Many lonely, sick, needy, tired, pained, all of which called to him for answers.

The journey took very long, so long that he forgot the words given to him all those years ago. He would wake up, and imagine he were back in the clergy, where he had a nice cot, and be in the light of the divine every moment of his day. But in these heathen lands, he could see for himself the wickedness of the world. There are many stories to tell, many he would share if asked. But how could one possibly write of all that had happened in the seven years of a journey? As crazy as it may seem, it was on the eve of his 32nd birthday when he had the moment that made him realize the time was right to return. He had been smitten with am elven priestess from a small village. She was poor, but was leading him on in may ways. She approached him before, wishing to converse about the differences in scripture. They had grown rather close, so close that Thomas was nearly pulled from the priesthood so that he may marry her.

But what made him see the world for what it is is that one morning, where he nearly renounced his priesthood, she left him and never returned. She took with him her belongings, nothing, not a word. He was alone, and she was never seen again. The people of the village knew nothing of where she had gone, or never recalled her being there. Thomas realized that greed lived within all, even the pious. With greed comes suffering, and with suffering comes sin. With this lesson in hand, the priest returned, and recounted the even more aged Father Strauss. Needless to say, he was proud of his student.

For the next twelve years, the priest would travel to many places, but not for long. he would be asked to bless this city, baptize that child, and memories of the pain of his life faded. He lived better as a priest, and he felt that he would be one to bring light to this world. With faith in the divine comes faith in the fellow man.

Relationships: Thomas had a close relationship with his mentor in the clergy, Fr. Strauss, who has since passed.

Goals: He wishes to learn more about the wickedness of this earth, and what he may do to change it.

Fears: Thomas fears heavily for the future of the faith he abides to, whether it be due to the ignorance of the people he serves to influence, or the destruction of humanity that brings upon its downfall. He also is entirely uncomfortable and fearful of being burned at the stake.

Accepted

 

[CarpeNoctem1213]

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General Info​

Name
Nissinah

Race
Dryad

Age
353

Gender
Genderless, but feminine in appearance

Sexuality
Asexual

Profession
Forest guardian, if that counts as a profession​

​

Appearance​

Hair colour
Her hair is made of cherry blossoms, so purple-white

Eye colour
Green

Skin colour
Brown with mossy green patches

Height
7'4

Scars/Tattoos
N/A

Weight
446 lbs
​

Skills/Abilities​

Class
Druid

Element
Nature

Spells
Voice of the Woodlands
Nissinah is able to communicate with plants and animals of the forest. Animals are capable of fully communicating with her, but plants can only provide her with simple ideas or feelings. This ability allows her to better provide for the forest.

Nature's Abundance
Nissinah, like other dryads, is capable of growing from her body and plant that grows in her native forest. She couldn't grow coconuts, for example, but wild strawberries or blueberries and the like are fair game. This allows her to provide food or medicinal herbs for forest creatures and travelers or dangerous plants to deter or harm enemies.

Call the Beasts
Nissinah can call on nearby animals for aid. When she uses this ability, she lets out a call that can be heard by animals within a mile radius

Guardian of the Forest
Nissinah has the ability to transform into a hulking tree beast that is capable of taking on large foes that threaten her forest. While in this form her strength and speed increase, but at the cost of her awareness of herself. She becomes fierce and uncontrollable until she is calmed and is a danger to friend and foe alike until she reverts to her normal form.

Racial Abilities
Photosynthesis
Nissinah doesn't consume food for sustenance, instead she absorbs energy from the twin suns to produce her own food, like other plants do. So long as she has access to water and sunlight, she will remain healthy without having to eat.

Forest Stillness
When Nissinah sleeps, her body becomes indistinguishable from normal trees. She must be outside to do this, as she has to plant her roots in the soil to absorb water, but she remains semi-conscious and aware of her surroundings during this, which allows her to be a more effective guardian of the forest.

Weapons
Nissinah uses only her natural weapons and abilities in combat.

Armor
Nissinah's "skin" is made of magically hard bark, because of this she doesn't require armor to protect her in battle.

Training
Nissinah's centuries of experience guarding her forest home are her only training. She has fought off beasts that threatened the forest, humans who sought to cut down her home for timber, and plagues that have ravaged the plant life of her home.

Strengths
Physically strong
Very strong connection to nature
Guardian form

Weaknesses
Fire
Lack of sunlight
Very anxious and jumpy in high population areas (borderline agoraphobe)
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Personal Details​

Personality
Nissinah is a serene yet naive individual. She has seen little outside her forest home in the centuries that she's lived and it shows through her fascination with almost everything outside of it. She's socially inept and sometimes says inappropriate things without understanding what she did wrong, but she's incredibly kind and gentle a majority of the time. She is a pretty lonely person, as she has had few friends who have stayed with her during her life.

She has a side she keeps hidden except during the most dire circumstances, however. She is a guardian of nature and she will do anything to protect even the smallest of natural life. If she witnesses a threat to any natural element, even if it isn't one from her home, she will reveal how ruthless and bestial she can be, ripping apart threats without remorse or hesitation. This has scared away many of the beings she has thought of as friends, so when she's around beings that she loves, she tries to keep her fierce, protective side in check so as to not scare more people away.

Likes
Plants
Animals
Rain
Sunlight

Dislikes
Cities
Destruction of Nature
Fire
Large groups of people

History
From the time that Nissinah first sprouted in her forest home in the center of Landfall, she had one purpose: Protect her home and everything in it from threats both outside and in. It was tough at first, as a sapling she had no experience and very little power. Over the centuries, she learned how to harness her power and connection to the land to protect her home, becoming the fierce guardian she was supposed to be and in the process becoming a legend to the local peoples who lived in or near her forest.

Her first encounter with humanoid beings was when she was barely over the age of 20. A group of bandits had holed up in an abandoned cabin not far from the grove where she lived and were keeping prisoners for ransom. As it was her duty to protect all life within her forest that do not mean it harm, she attacked the bandits, killing a few and driving the survivors off before freeing the prisoners and delivering them to safety at the edge of the forest. Both the prisoners and the surviving bandits spread word of a powerful force of nature that had ripped men limb from limb without remorse.

After that, she swore to ensure the safety of even humanoid beings in her domain. She provided aid to lost travelers and the inhabitants of the few villages within her forest, usually from afar, only rarely revealing herself. She became a bit of a local legend in an elvish village on the edge of her territory that she became particularly fond of. She would regularly leave gifts of flowers or fruit in the night and send animals to play with children. She befriended a few of the elder members of the village to ensure that she was a safe presence and to swear her protection so long as they did no harm to the forest. It was through this village that Morgrim's letter reached the dryad. They delivered the news to her and before departing she called on the aid of a powerful forest being to protect them in her absence.

Relationships
Della--A small sparrow that has taken up residence in her tree-like body

Goals
To protect her forest home for the rest of her days and ensure its safety.

Fears
That her home will be destroyed by something that she failed to stop.​

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Nissinah

[u]Race[/u]
Dryad

[u]Age[/u]
353

[u]Gender[/u]
Genderless, but feminine in appearance

[u]Sexuality[/u]
Asexual

[u]Profession[/u]
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Her hair is made of cherry blossoms, so purple-white

[u]Eye colour[/u]
Green

[u]Skin colour[/u]
Brown with mossy green patches

[u]Height[/u]
7'4

[u]Scars/Tattoos[/u]
N/A

[u]Weight[/u]
446 lbs
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Druid

[u]Element[/u]
Nature

[u]Spells[/u]
[i]Voice of the Woodlands[/i]
Nissinah is able to communicate with plants and animals of the forest. Animals are capable of fully communicating with her, but plants can only provide her with simple ideas or feelings. This ability allows her to better provide for the forest.

[i]Nature's Abundance[/i]
Nissinah, like other dryads, is capable of growing from her body and plant that grows in her native forest. She couldn't grow coconuts, for example, but wild strawberries or blueberries and the like are fair game. This allows her to provide food or medicinal herbs for forest creatures and travelers or dangerous plants to deter or harm enemies.

[i]Call the Beasts[/i]
Nissinah can call on nearby animals for aid. When she uses this ability, she lets out a call that can be heard by animals within a mile radius 

[i]Guardian of the Forest[/i]
Nissinah has the ability to transform into a [url=https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/178/345/large/joanna-wolska-dryad.jpg?1441661066][color=#E6394B]hulking tree beast[/color][/url] that is capable of taking on large foes that threaten her forest. While in this form her strength and speed increase, but at the cost of her awareness of herself. She becomes fierce and uncontrollable until she is calmed and is a danger to friend and foe alike until she reverts to her normal form.

[u]Racial Abilities[/u]
[i]Photosynthesis[/i]
Nissinah doesn't consume food for sustenance, instead she absorbs energy from the twin suns to produce her own food, like other plants do. So long as she has access to water and sunlight, she will remain healthy without having to eat.

[i]Forest Stillness[/i]
When Nissinah sleeps, her body becomes indistinguishable from normal trees. She must be outside to do this, as she has to plant her roots in the soil to absorb water, but she remains semi-conscious and aware of her surroundings during this, which allows her to be a more effective guardian of the forest.

[u]Weapons[/u]
Nissinah uses only her natural weapons and abilities in combat.

[u]Armor[/u]
Nissinah's "skin" is made of magically hard bark, because of this she doesn't require armor to protect her in battle.

[u]Training[/u]
Nissinah's centuries of experience guarding her forest home are her only training. She has fought off beasts that threatened the forest, humans who sought to cut down her home for timber, and plagues that have ravaged the plant life of her home.

[u]Strengths[/u]
Physically strong
Very strong connection to nature
Guardian form

[u]Weaknesses[/u]
Fire
Lack of sunlight
Very anxious and jumpy in high population areas (borderline agoraphobe)
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Nissinah is a serene yet naive individual. She has seen little outside her forest home in the centuries that she's lived and it shows through her fascination with almost everything outside of it. She's socially inept and sometimes says inappropriate things without understanding what she did wrong, but she's incredibly kind and gentle a majority of the time. She is a pretty lonely person, as she has had few friends who have stayed with her during her life.

She has a side she keeps hidden except during the most dire circumstances, however. She is a guardian of nature and she will do anything to protect even the smallest of natural life. If she witnesses a threat to any natural element, even if it isn't one from her home, she will reveal how ruthless and bestial she can be, ripping apart threats without remorse or hesitation. This has scared away many of the beings she has thought of as friends, so when she's around beings that she loves, she tries to keep her fierce, protective side in check so as to not scare more people away.

[u]Likes[/u]
Plants
Animals
Rain
Sunlight

[u]Dislikes[/u]
Cities
Destruction of Nature
Fire
Large groups of people

[u]History[/u]
From the time that Nissinah first sprouted in her forest home in the center of Landfall, she had one purpose: Protect her home and everything in it from threats both outside and in. It was tough at first, as a sapling she had no experience and very little power. Over the centuries, she learned how to harness her power and connection to the land to protect her home, becoming the fierce guardian she was supposed to be and in the process becoming a legend to the local peoples who lived in or near her forest.

Her first encounter with humanoid beings was when she was barely over the age of 20. A group of bandits had holed up in an abandoned cabin not far from the grove where she lived and were keeping prisoners for ransom. As it was her duty to protect all life within her forest that do not mean it harm, she attacked the bandits, killing a few and driving the survivors off before freeing the prisoners and delivering them to safety at the edge of the forest. Both the prisoners and the surviving bandits spread word of a powerful force of nature that had ripped men limb from limb without remorse.

After that, she swore to ensure the safety of even humanoid beings in her domain. She provided aid to lost travelers and the inhabitants of the few villages within her forest, usually from afar, only rarely revealing herself. She became a bit of a local legend in an elvish village on the edge of her territory that she became particularly fond of. She would regularly leave gifts of flowers or fruit in the night and send animals to play with children. She befriended a few of the elder members of the village to ensure that she was a safe presence and to swear her protection so long as they did no harm to the forest. It was through this village that Morgrim's letter reached the dryad. They delivered the news to her and before departing she called on the aid of a powerful forest being to protect them in her absence.

[u]Relationships[/u]
Della--A small sparrow that has taken up residence in her tree-like body

[u]Goals[/u]
To protect her forest home for the rest of her days and ensure its safety.

[u]Fears[/u]
That her home will be destroyed by something that she failed to stop.[/center][/font][/div]

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[Morgrim]

• General information
• Functional information
• Descriptive information

• 
  Personal Details
  Name: Leon ‘liar of Belford’ Gervano.
  Race: Human.
  Age: 29.
  Gender: Male.
  Sexuality: Heterosexual - Married to the goddess Veritas.
  Profession: A conman, a cultist, and now a travelling justiciar.
  
  Appearance Details
  Hair colour: Dark brown and kept close to the scalp for combat reasons.
  Eye colour: Hazel coloured and almond shaped.
  Skin colour: Tanned - Olive.
  Height: 6’2 | 188 cm
  Weight: 190 lbs | 86 kg
  Scars/Tattoos: A small tattoo of a weighing scale on his neck. A number of mismatch scars from head to toe.
  Other: A mesomorph body type with large volumes of body hair.
  
  
• 
  
  Skills/Abilities
  Class: Paladin Tormentor - Paladin/Barbarian.
  Element: Truth.
  
  Spells:
  Ardent Veracity
  A spell of truth and involuntary confession. Upon staring into the eyes of the sinner in question, a secret ‘phrase of forcing’ is to be uttered. This phrase consumes the sinner’s mind and forces them to see things from an objective lens, confessing to all misdeeds or knowledge.​
  
  
  Iron Zeal (Passive)
  An ever constant passive ability preventing him from feeling fear. His intense devotion to Veritas wards off the fears of his own safety and gives him free reign over what he can and can’t brave. Heights, spiders and death do nothing to phase him.
  
  Painful Truth
  An ability rendering him incapable of feeling pain at the expense of his own health. To be cast, he takes whatever weapon he has and buries it into his flesh. It may be a range from a large gash or perhaps a deep stabbing. It causes great amounts of pain but fires his blood to the point of a frenzy. Once frenzied, he will attack any sinner caught in his path until his death or the battle grows calm.
  
  Divine Perception
  An outing spell, designed to detect foes who would be otherwise naked to the invisible eye. A large arc of light washes the area of casting and illuminates the region with little regard for the caster’s eyes. Any stealth based foe caught in the arc’s region of light is immediately revealed and available for an encounter.
  
  
  Weapons: A one-and-a-half handed long sword named Court, a ball flail with an abnormally long chain named Jury, and a list that writes itself. The list provides the names of extreme sinners and functions as a hit list.
  
  Armour: Plate, chain, leather and cloth. All work together to form the thickest suit of armour he could get his hands on. Imbued with the dying curses of his former oath keepers, the armour is rumoured to inflict harm on those that bring it the same.
  
  Training: Trained with drunken brawls, small scale raids against unarmed peasants, and torturing captives, Leon lacks the incredible fighting prowess of many others who choose to wander. On his travels he has improved but would struggle in a fight against a vastly superior number of foes.​
• 
  Character Details
  Alignment: Lawful neutral.
  Personality: Honest, rude, abrasive, and quick to anger. The heart of a berserker and the soul of a paladin. A leader for the battle and rallier of men but not someone who should stay in command at times of rest. He believes strongly in testing limits and finds those incapable of doing so to be weak. He holds true to his moral foundations but justifies acts of cruelty towards those who sin as being a form of balance.
  He’s slow to warm up to others but his sense of humour and constant half-smile would suggest otherwise. While he won’t let someone in to see how he truly feels he will invite them over to share his fire both literally and figuratively. Anyone who shares a desire to serve Veritas or embody the truth is quick on their way to achieving the title of friendship.
  
  To quote his oath, “The scales of law hold truth to one end and justice on the other. If I am to be the keeper of law, and Veritas to be the truth in which I weigh, then I must also be the bloodied hand of justice.”
  
  Strengths:
  
  • Knows how to read and write - Not something all that common where he's from.
  • Physically strong - With more muscle than fat, he finds bringing harm to another comes easily and is a skill he hones in his spare time. He lifts heavy objects and hikes his way through landfall, keeping himself strong and at his physical prime.
  • High pain tolerance - His cultist upbringing wasn't one of kisses and cuddles. He was beaten near daily as were they all. After years of physical abuse inflicted from both others and himself, he has developed a 'thick hide' to pain and finds it more stimulating than intimidating.
  • No remorse - "The truth knows not sorrow, but hardship rooted in solid earth."
  Weaknesses:
  
  • Bestial women - Formed of their foreign charm and his lack of exposure. He finds bestial women to be charming and at moments even misleading from his path of truth and devotion to his beloved Veritas.
  • Incapable of harmful or healing magic - Despite his best efforts, he can't find a way to use healing magic or destructive 'battle' magic. He's studied both in their simplest forms but the ability is still one that alludes him.
  • Bad knees - Fairly self explanatory. His knees are quick to grow sore and often limit his speed and endurance. While he's no stranger to pushing through the pain, this still prevents him from being able to run for an hour straight or from dropping to his knees and back up again quickly.
  • No remorse - Feeling no remorse for murder, torture, and general acts of cruelty may seem like more of a benefit but it greatly reduces his abilities in social interactions. With his lack of remorse comes a lack of empathy.
  
  Likes:
  
  • Honesty and justice - His goddess is one of truth and his revelation that lead his leaving of his life-long cult was one of 'the truth' as well. To successfully serve Veritas, he needs to ensure that honesty and justice are maintained values of society.
  • Devotion - The ability to submit oneself to a greater cause is something he respects. If the causes are different from his own but follow the same school of thought, his respect will only grow.
  • Holiness in any form - All forms of holiness are valued. Though he has no measure of what is holy and what is not, he tends to associate light, truth and valour as being virtues of holiness.
  • The covenant - Though never meeting a member directly, he's heard they are a traditionalist group who have vowed to protect the world from the great defilers. While the world is not his concern, he believes that for truth to be rightfully shown the world must remain as it is until the great cleansing is complete.
  • The silver legion - Having met members of the silver legion before, he has nothing but praise and admiration for their efficiency. With their disregard of emotional attachments, they embrace objective truth for what it is. He finds their conflict with the covenant necessary but their legion to be built on truths.
  Dislikes:
  
  • Lies and corruption - Something he's encountered too much of. Lies stand in the way of truth and are by default the rival concept he must defeat. Corruption is one in the same but involves convincing the liars they're being truthful. Arguably a greater sin.
  • Gamblers - Not one forged by religious doctrine so much as past experience and personal experiences. He views gamblers with a bitter lens after his descent into cheating and being discarded by his home town of Belford.
  • Non-religious people - The inability to devote oneself to a god or goddess is something he can't understand. Because of his lack of understanding, it causes him to grow angry. This anger can be placed in both the concept of godlessness or the act of refusing to accept Veritas.
  • The unholy - Again, it can't be measured by any quantifiable scale but is something he associates with opposing his ideas of holiness.
  • The colour red - A long story involving a night of bloodshed, sleeping cultists, and unfinished tapestry pieces filling with blood as they lay across the floor.
  • Cowards - Anyone who attempts to preserve their life is selfish. This is a fact according to Leon and it's not a punishable sin, but a sin nonetheless.
  • Fear mongers - The same as cowards but standing above them rather than cowering with them. Fear mongers are nothing special and often lack any ability to contribute anything to the world. They twist the truth and thus are the same as liars.
  • Vampires/Crimson court - Having heard only rumours, Leon's more than enough to cast a verdict. Vampires and their respective banner of the crimson court are the embodiment of cowardice, deceit and unholy values. Their eradication is no longer optional but a requirement for landfall to find order once again.
  Fears:
  
  • Incapable of having any with the love of Veritas behind him.
  
  History:
  Leon was born in a small town known as Belford. The town was mostly human and located in landfall. There wasn’t much to do in the halfway town and its rulers were one of the many bandit gangs that ‘protect’ smaller towns all across the world. This gang was known as ‘Jagger Ban’ and their only conditions for protection were that they received all resources and would share them fairly. Strangely enough the gang actually lived true to their promises and the four settlements under their protection flourished for a time.
  
  Belford came under fire one day from a group of hideously disfigured men and when the bandits arrived to protect the town it was mostly too late. They fought tooth and nail for the handful of unburnt buildings and lost ⅔ of their people before the disfigured men fled the scene. Among the losses was the leader of Jagger Ban and his right hand. The bandit gang fell into anarchy and never really sorted out who would lead. Instead they stopped protecting the towns and had very little to do with them at all short of arriving every two months to redistribute the supplies.
  
  Leon lost his father in the fight. He was six when the battle broke out and his father was one of the first to fall. No one missed the town drunkard but his company was often enough to make one smile. His mother claimed to be a seamstress who needed to see clients at all hours of the night for fittings. Little Leon was very lost for most of his childhood. He took up gambling at the local inn and quickly grew to be quite good at it.
  
  He lost a few games but learned by using rigged dice he could ensure he’d always win. This appealed to him greatly and worked a charm for quite some time. Almost two years. He was eventually caught and exiled from the town, earning the title ‘liar of Belford’. He wandered around the neighbouring woods for a month before being picked up by a bandit gang known as ‘Servants of Feir’. They worshipped a god of chaos and functioned more like a cult than a bandit gang. At this stage, Leon was 14.
  
  He joined the cult to keep himself safe from the harsh world around him. Beasts and nomads were more of a danger than some lunatics practising a backwards religion in the woods. Especially if they kept him safe. They did their best to convert him and it worked very quickly. He began to worship this god of chaos with extreme devotion and all of his feels towards Feir were genuine. He was taken under the wing of their leader and served as the ‘banner of uncertainty’. It was a title with great authority but one with little skill. It held the same volume as a captain but had the duties of a drummer boy. He stood around and looked good while others did things for him.
  
  Once eighteen, the cult suited him up with quilt and leather. They gave him a morning star and small wooden shield, then sent him on his first raid. It was Belford he’d be raiding. While there he learned his mother had already died of natural causes and burned the rest of the town to the ground with little remorse. “All for the god of tides.” Three bandits of Jagger Ban arrived to the town to help but it was useless and two were captured. He tortured them daily for three weeks until they both died. One of dehydration and the other from infected wounds.
  
  This cult was his home for years. Until around 27 years of age. He started to talk to one of the cultists when he was 24 and the two got on well. They weren’t on the same page with everything involving the cult and they often spoke about it. Leon was used to cultists changing their views to align with his or others simply hiding their feelings from him. This cultist was different. His name was Dismas and the two debated frequently. Eventually they debated so hard that both of them realised that the cult they served was a hub of lies and evil doings.
  
  Leon used his coins to purchase a true set of armour from a nearby town under the cover of darkness. That night he also slaughtered the majority of the cult with Dismas to atone for their sins. This was the night they found truth and also found the goddess Veritas. Upon leaving he also found a scroll erasing names from itself, collecting it for his own and proclaiming it a relic of truth.
  
  He split from his friend Dismas to turn a new leaf. He took up the cause of being a justiciar and after encountering a few other justiciars of Veritas traversing Landfall, he was determined to reveal the truth to all who reside. Even if the words of truth have to spelled out in a liar’s blood.
  
  
  Relationships: Veritas - Married/Devoted to.
  Goals:
  
  • To restore order and truth to Landfall.
  • To atone for his past misdeeds
  • To ensure that no liars, gamblers or cheaters remain unpunished.
  • [Optional] Purify the crimson court and all associated with it.

Accepted and welcome!

 

[Javax]

• General information
• Functional information
• Descriptive information

• 
  Personal Details
  Name: Leon ‘liar of Belford’ Gervano.
  Race: Human.
  Age: 29.
  Gender: Male.
  Sexuality: Heterosexual - Married to the goddess Veritas.
  Profession: A conman, a cultist, and now a travelling justiciar.
  
  Appearance Details
  Hair colour: Dark brown and kept close to the scalp for combat reasons.
  Eye colour: Hazel coloured and almond shaped.
  Skin colour: Tanned - Olive.
  Height: 6’2 | 188 cm
  Weight: 190 lbs | 86 kg
  Scars/Tattoos: A small tattoo of a weighing scale on his neck. A number of mismatch scars from head to toe.
  Other: A mesomorph body type with large volumes of body hair.
  
  
• 
  
  Skills/Abilities
  Class: Paladin Tormentor - Paladin/Barbarian.
  Element: Truth.
  
  Spells:
  Ardent Veracity
  A spell of truth and involuntary confession. Upon staring into the eyes of the sinner in question, a secret ‘phrase of forcing’ is to be uttered. This phrase consumes the sinner’s mind and forces them to see things from an objective lens, confessing to all misdeeds or knowledge.​
  
  
  Iron Zeal (Passive)
  An ever constant passive ability preventing him from feeling fear. His intense devotion to Veritas wards off the fears of his own safety and gives him free reign over what he can and can’t brave. Heights, spiders and death do nothing to phase him.
  
  Painful Truth
  An ability rendering him incapable of feeling pain at the expense of his own health. To be cast, he takes whatever weapon he has and buries it into his flesh. It may be a range from a large gash or perhaps a deep stabbing. It causes great amounts of pain but fires his blood to the point of a frenzy. Once frenzied, he will attack any sinner caught in his path until his death or the battle grows calm.
  
  Divine Perception
  An outing spell, designed to detect foes who would be otherwise naked to the invisible eye. A large arc of light washes the area of casting and illuminates the region with little regard for the caster’s eyes. Any stealth based foe caught in the arc’s region of light is immediately revealed and available for an encounter.
  
  
  Weapons: A one-and-a-half handed long sword named Court, a ball flail with an abnormally long chain named Jury, and a list that writes itself. The list provides the names of extreme sinners and functions as a hit list.
  
  Armour: Plate, chain, leather and cloth. All work together to form the thickest suit of armour he could get his hands on. Imbued with the dying curses of his former oath keepers, the armour is rumoured to inflict harm on those that bring it the same.
  
  Training: Trained with drunken brawls, small scale raids against unarmed peasants, and torturing captives, Leon lacks the incredible fighting prowess of many others who choose to wander. On his travels he has improved but would struggle in a fight against a vastly superior number of foes.​
• 
  Character Details
  Alignment: Lawful neutral.
  Personality: Honest, rude, abrasive, and quick to anger. The heart of a berserker and the soul of a paladin. A leader for the battle and rallier of men but not someone who should stay in command at times of rest. He believes strongly in testing limits and finds those incapable of doing so to be weak. He holds true to his moral foundations but justifies acts of cruelty towards those who sin as being a form of balance.
  He’s slow to warm up to others but his sense of humour and constant half-smile would suggest otherwise. While he won’t let someone in to see how he truly feels he will invite them over to share his fire both literally and figuratively. Anyone who shares a desire to serve Veritas or embody the truth is quick on their way to achieving the title of friendship.
  
  To quote his oath, “The scales of law hold truth to one end and justice on the other. If I am to be the keeper of law, and Veritas to be the truth in which I weigh, then I must also be the bloodied hand of justice.”
  
  Strengths:
  
  • Knows how to read and write - Not something all that common where he's from.
  • Physically strong - With more muscle than fat, he finds bringing harm to another comes easily and is a skill he hones in his spare time. He lifts heavy objects and hikes his way through landfall, keeping himself strong and at his physical prime.
  • High pain tolerance - His cultist upbringing wasn't one of kisses and cuddles. He was beaten near daily as were they all. After years of physical abuse inflicted from both others and himself, he has developed a 'thick hide' to pain and finds it more stimulating than intimidating.
  • No remorse - "The truth knows not sorrow, but hardship rooted in solid earth."
  Weaknesses:
  
  • Bestial women - Formed of their foreign charm and his lack of exposure. He finds bestial women to be charming and at moments even misleading from his path of truth and devotion to his beloved Veritas.
  • Incapable of harmful or healing magic - Despite his best efforts, he can't find a way to use healing magic or destructive 'battle' magic. He's studied both in their simplest forms but the ability is still one that alludes him.
  • Bad knees - Fairly self explanatory. His knees are quick to grow sore and often limit his speed and endurance. While he's no stranger to pushing through the pain, this still prevents him from being able to run for an hour straight or from dropping to his knees and back up again quickly.
  • No remorse - Feeling no remorse for murder, torture, and general acts of cruelty may seem like more of a benefit but it greatly reduces his abilities in social interactions. With his lack of remorse comes a lack of empathy.
  
  Likes:
  
  • Honesty and justice - His goddess is one of truth and his revelation that lead his leaving of his life-long cult was one of 'the truth' as well. To successfully serve Veritas, he needs to ensure that honesty and justice are maintained values of society.
  • Devotion - The ability to submit oneself to a greater cause is something he respects. If the causes are different from his own but follow the same school of thought, his respect will only grow.
  • Holiness in any form - All forms of holiness are valued. Though he has no measure of what is holy and what is not, he tends to associate light, truth and valour as being virtues of holiness.
  • The covenant - Though never meeting a member directly, he's heard they are a traditionalist group who have vowed to protect the world from the great defilers. While the world is not his concern, he believes that for truth to be rightfully shown the world must remain as it is until the great cleansing is complete.
  • The silver legion - Having met members of the silver legion before, he has nothing but praise and admiration for their efficiency. With their disregard of emotional attachments, they embrace objective truth for what it is. He finds their conflict with the covenant necessary but their legion to be built on truths.
  Dislikes:
  
  • Lies and corruption - Something he's encountered too much of. Lies stand in the way of truth and are by default the rival concept he must defeat. Corruption is one in the same but involves convincing the liars they're being truthful. Arguably a greater sin.
  • Gamblers - Not one forged by religious doctrine so much as past experience and personal experiences. He views gamblers with a bitter lens after his descent into cheating and being discarded by his home town of Belford.
  • Non-religious people - The inability to devote oneself to a god or goddess is something he can't understand. Because of his lack of understanding, it causes him to grow angry. This anger can be placed in both the concept of godlessness or the act of refusing to accept Veritas.
  • The unholy - Again, it can't be measured by any quantifiable scale but is something he associates with opposing his ideas of holiness.
  • The colour red - A long story involving a night of bloodshed, sleeping cultists, and unfinished tapestry pieces filling with blood as they lay across the floor.
  • Cowards - Anyone who attempts to preserve their life is selfish. This is a fact according to Leon and it's not a punishable sin, but a sin nonetheless.
  • Fear mongers - The same as cowards but standing above them rather than cowering with them. Fear mongers are nothing special and often lack any ability to contribute anything to the world. They twist the truth and thus are the same as liars.
  • Vampires/Crimson court - Having heard only rumours, Leon's more than enough to cast a verdict. Vampires and their respective banner of the crimson court are the embodiment of cowardice, deceit and unholy values. Their eradication is no longer optional but a requirement for landfall to find order once again.
  Fears:
  
  • Incapable of having any with the love of Veritas behind him.
  
  History:
  Leon was born in a small town known as Belford. The town was mostly human and located in landfall. There wasn’t much to do in the halfway town and its rulers were one of the many bandit gangs that ‘protect’ smaller towns all across the world. This gang was known as ‘Jagger Ban’ and their only conditions for protection were that they received all resources and would share them fairly. Strangely enough the gang actually lived true to their promises and the four settlements under their protection flourished for a time.
  
  Belford came under fire one day from a group of hideously disfigured men and when the bandits arrived to protect the town it was mostly too late. They fought tooth and nail for the handful of unburnt buildings and lost ⅔ of their people before the disfigured men fled the scene. Among the losses was the leader of Jagger Ban and his right hand. The bandit gang fell into anarchy and never really sorted out who would lead. Instead they stopped protecting the towns and had very little to do with them at all short of arriving every two months to redistribute the supplies.
  
  Leon lost his father in the fight. He was six when the battle broke out and his father was one of the first to fall. No one missed the town drunkard but his company was often enough to make one smile. His mother claimed to be a seamstress who needed to see clients at all hours of the night for fittings. Little Leon was very lost for most of his childhood. He took up gambling at the local inn and quickly grew to be quite good at it.
  
  He lost a few games but learned by using rigged dice he could ensure he’d always win. This appealed to him greatly and worked a charm for quite some time. Almost two years. He was eventually caught and exiled from the town, earning the title ‘liar of Belford’. He wandered around the neighbouring woods for a month before being picked up by a bandit gang known as ‘Servants of Feir’. They worshipped a god of chaos and functioned more like a cult than a bandit gang. At this stage, Leon was 14.
  
  He joined the cult to keep himself safe from the harsh world around him. Beasts and nomads were more of a danger than some lunatics practising a backwards religion in the woods. Especially if they kept him safe. They did their best to convert him and it worked very quickly. He began to worship this god of chaos with extreme devotion and all of his feels towards Feir were genuine. He was taken under the wing of their leader and served as the ‘banner of uncertainty’. It was a title with great authority but one with little skill. It held the same volume as a captain but had the duties of a drummer boy. He stood around and looked good while others did things for him.
  
  Once eighteen, the cult suited him up with quilt and leather. They gave him a morning star and small wooden shield, then sent him on his first raid. It was Belford he’d be raiding. While there he learned his mother had already died of natural causes and burned the rest of the town to the ground with little remorse. “All for the god of tides.” Three bandits of Jagger Ban arrived to the town to help but it was useless and two were captured. He tortured them daily for three weeks until they both died. One of dehydration and the other from infected wounds.
  
  This cult was his home for years. Until around 27 years of age. He started to talk to one of the cultists when he was 24 and the two got on well. They weren’t on the same page with everything involving the cult and they often spoke about it. Leon was used to cultists changing their views to align with his or others simply hiding their feelings from him. This cultist was different. His name was Dismas and the two debated frequently. Eventually they debated so hard that both of them realised that the cult they served was a hub of lies and evil doings.
  
  Leon used his coins to purchase a true set of armour from a nearby town under the cover of darkness. That night he also slaughtered the majority of the cult with Dismas to atone for their sins. This was the night they found truth and also found the goddess Veritas. Upon leaving he also found a scroll erasing names from itself, collecting it for his own and proclaiming it a relic of truth.
  
  He split from his friend Dismas to turn a new leaf. He took up the cause of being a justiciar and after encountering a few other justiciars of Veritas traversing Landfall, he was determined to reveal the truth to all who reside. Even if the words of truth have to spelled out in a liar’s blood.
  
  
  Relationships: Veritas - Married/Devoted to.
  Goals:
  
  • To restore order and truth to Landfall.
  • To atone for his past misdeeds
  • To ensure that no liars, gamblers or cheaters remain unpunished.
  • [Optional] Purify the crimson court and all associated with it.

Oooooooh, I can already tell Roxii and him are not gonna get along. Lol.

 

[Fluffy-Kat]

​

WIIIIPPPP

Nickname: Lara, short for Stellara

Race: Northern Half-Blood (Elf/Human descent)

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Hetero

Profession: Survivalist

Religious Affiliation: Servant of the Eight


Skills/Abilities

Class: idk help

Element: Light

Spells:
Goddess' Mercy- calling on one of the Eight, Lara can be granted the gift of healing upon someone else other than herself. She can chose to heal herself but only if the gods allow so.

"Nienna, Lady of Mercy, hear your champions plea.
Lend me your gift of life, so that Death may fear me. Pain, Suffering, and Harm grow weak at your sight. Bound to the depths of darkness, bring them to your light. Grace your child with a song of healing, show him/her the power of thee. From the snares and shackles of Death's malice, you shall be freed."​

(More to come...just gotta think )

Weapons: Two handy axes. One is double sided, the other is a little smaller and can be thrown.

Armor: Lara doesnt have any fancy, metal armor. Shes only got the leather and fur that are bound to make the clothing on her back. Under the cloth she does have just one layer of chainmail....that she most likely stole from a dead guard or knight when her and other scouts went out raiding small villages.

(With out markings)​

Training: Her tribe/clan/village of people are scavengers. Wild, rough, and primitive people. They train every child, man or woman, to use at least one weapon. Some learn to use multiple, if they wish. Lara started with a sword, a basic weapon, then continued with axes, archery, knives, spears, and a shield. In that order. Shes most comfortable with axes and a sword, though she feels swords are too heavy and not ideal for traveling, so she sticks with axes. But her skills allow her to use an arsenal of weapons.

Other: She has a racial trait that gives her a great resistance to ice and frost but not complete immunity.

Appearance Details

Hair colour: Platinum blonde, almost white

Eye colour: A deep, vibrant, emerald green

Skin colour: Light/fair

Height: 5'2" (she can be a wild badass at my height =u=b)

Scars/Tattoos: She has many minor, tiny scars scattered all over her body from childhood injuries like tripping, falling out of trees, or even branches shes scraped against while riding. But she does have some prominent ones. One is a scar under her right eye, it vertically travels down about an inch onto her high cheek bone, just barely missing her eye. Another near the corner of her left eyebrow, moving towards her temple. The last one is on the far right side of her abdomen, its about a 3-4 inch line, a little thick, comes as a pair, with the exact same scar on her back, in the same place. As if something pierced her.

As far as tattoos? Read the 'Other' section.

Weight: 130lbs

Other: When Stellara is called upon to represent her gods and they grant her the magic she needs, markings appear on her face like the ones depicted in the first photo at the top. The more advanced the spell, more markings appear. So she can look like the photo above, or when using something more powerful, she can look like this....

Spoiler: More markings

​

Character Details

Personality: This young woman runs freely with a wild and youthful fire in her heart. Some may call her foolhardy and stubborn but the girl just knows what she wants. She is driven by her own wants and desires and wont let anyone make her feel otherwise. Lara wont let anyone stand in her way, and will physically remove them from her path if it comes down to it. Shes more brawn than brain, fueled by furiosity and the untameable spirit that resides with in her. Lara comes from a large....tribe of people (for lack of a better term) that most people would see as barbaric and savage. She comes from a clan of loud and free folk, which reflects greatly on her. Being brought up and raised around warriors made her no different than them. Shes tough and unwaverying much like most of the young men and women where shes from. There, all members learned how to carry and wield a weapon, man, woman, or child, at a fairly young age.

In brief summary Stellara is highly impulsive, spirited, and loud. Her presence is always known in some way or form. Shes not shy at all, quite extroverted and pretty ignorant thanks to her sheltered life style being so far away from any other sentient intelligence and civilization. Shes a bit of a handful but a fun handful.

Strengths:

• Strong and sturdy: shes a little small but shes no delicate flower
• Mental strength and will: mind over matter; aside from being strongly driven with little to no chance of changing her position, her strong will can even convince her to ignore pain (for a time of course)

Weaknesses:

• Reckless behavior
• Doesnt bow easily to the advice, suggestions and opinions of others
• Thinks with emotions (can be dangerous if angry)

Likes:

• Fighting
• Drinking
• Speaking her mind
• Traveling
• Flirting/Making suggestive jokes
• Doing as she likes
• Working in teams (she doesnt mind being alone either)

Dislikes:

• Warm/hot weather
• Whining/cry babies
• Liabilities
• Pretentious people
• Judgmental peeps

History: Lara was born and raised deep in the Northern mountains, secluded and deprived of other cultures and races. Of course words travel of these races and other stories but shes never seen any of them for herself, so in return shes quite skeptical of many of the things shes heard. The only one way to be proven wrong and thats to find out for herself.

Theres really no system of heirarchy in her large tribe of people, except for their one leader and his right hand men or women, after that there are just roles. Merchants, fishers, hunters, farmers, warriors, etc. Everyone is equal. Theyre a simple, unsophisticated people, no fancy castles with one designated army or established capital. Everything was trade and barter, and in times of defense (which was rare) eveeyone was called to arms.

Relationships: None

Goals: (Ill have to come back on this)

Fears: Drowning (she cant swim)

Other:

The Eight​

 

[Anaxileah]

​

On the Inside​

Name
Chrysalis Fiermount

Race
Faerie

Age
357

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Pansexual

Profession
King Riglov's Adviser/Assassin


Personality
Cold as ice. What else did you expect? She does what she's told without much argument, focuses on the logical aspect of things, and prefers to do things in a concise, clean, and elegant manner. Her mind only works in that one way, at least according to those around her. She keeps a thick, icy wall between herself and others, especially King Riglov, whom she serves as an assassin and adviser. Some, however, have hammered away at the wall with a pick, but most were too blunt to get very far. Her inner shell consists of emotions she refuses to consider, such as love, surprise, happiness, etc., and she refuses to let anyone enter it. Someone is being rather persistent though... *cough cough* Theo *cough*

Strengths
Speed
Highly Intelligent
Mobility (Agility)
Stealth

Weaknesses
Lacks Strength
Weakened by Loud Sounds (loud noises cause ice to break and avalanches to occur, so imagine what it does to a faerie that surrounds herself with ice most of the time)
Lacks Passion
Heat, duh

Likes
Reading
Silence
Intelligence
Efficiency
Logic/Reason
Dancing
Elegance

Dislikes
Idiocy
King Riglov
Slavery
Lack of Strategy
Loud Noises
Clumsiness
King Riglov (second time for emphasis)

History
Born as the heir to her mother's kingdom, Chrysalis was the first daughter of three in the Winter Court of the Fey. Her mother, a descendant of the famous Queen Titania, leads the frozen portion of the faerie realm, hosting Dark Fey, Winter Fey (of the ice and frost kinds), and Water Fey, as long as they can survive the temperatures of the Winter Court. Chrys' mother is a fearless ruler, but is incredibly strict towards not only her kingdom, but especially her daughter. From birth, the ice faerie was expected to be the perfect child for her mother and was punished should she do otherwise; she was trained at an early age on how to fight, how to utilize her powers, and how to use the art of dance not only for enjoyment but also in her battles. This was the majority of Chrysalis' upbringing, and it honed the young faerie into a quick, ruthless assassin that became her mother's pride and joy. She was not close to her two sisters as she grew older, and so the next several years did not faze the budding woman in the least.

As a fellow assassin, Chrysalis was prepared to fight when her home was attacked by Fey from the Summer Court. Because of her small stature, Chrysalis was mistaken by the Summer Fey to be the youngest of the sisters and was considered the least important target of the four in the royal family. Her father was never home and was thus not a target, but since the kingdom of the Winter Court was a matriarchy, the Queen and her eldest were the main targets. Her mother was Chrys' main concern and thus she defended her first, while her sisters had to fend for themselves and since they were the lesser skilled of the three sisters (Chrys was the most powerful and deadly of the three), they died quick deaths. The assassins quickly realized that they were outmatched by Chrysalis and that she was indeed the eldest, but they were unable to bring their information back to their leader since their heads were severed from their bodies.

After the assassination attempt on her life, Chrysalis' mother hired defenders for herself and sent her remaining daughter off to Landfall to draw the attention of the heir to the Winter Court away from her home. Since her mother knew King Riglov, she sent Chrys to serve him, and although she abhorred the man, she did as her mother wished, at least until she reaches her breaking point (which is coming up sooner rather than later).

Relationships
Single currently - planned relationship w/ Crumbli 's character, Theo.

Goals
Learn about every other species @ close range, cure idiocy, keep her mother alive.

Fears
Death, being Riglov's Adviser for much longer (he smells).​

On the Outside​

Class
Executioner/Assassin

Element
Ice (Cryomancy)

Spells
Active
*Beyond the Veil
Chrysalis creates several shards of ice that hover in the air for mere milliseconds before bursting into thousands of pieces, creating a misty fog that conceals the area within a 20-foot radius, sometimes up to 30 if she's concentrating hard enough. This allows her to move within the cloud of mist without detection and also provides a blanket over sounds made within the clouded area, giving her allies the stealth they need to get by the enemy (or enemies). The cloud of mist/dust also suffocates enemies to a certain degree, giving Chrys and her allies another advantage over the enemies.
*Crystallize
Chrysalis surrounds herself in a cocoon of ice that briefly protects her from any and all outside projectile attacksand close ranged attacks that involve the use of fists and dull blades. For a few moments, she appears to be curled up into a ball within the ice, which speeds up the regeneration of her wounds, if she has any. Once she has been engulfed inside the ice for a minimum of five minutes, she breaks through the block of ice in a form that completely covers her entire body, giving her an increased amount of strength, durability, and stamina for a short span of time (10 minutes on average, 20 if she's pushing herself).
*Shatter
Chrysalis absorbs all attacks or remains from her attacks into a compressed ball that she levitates between her hands for a controlled amount of time before she launches it towards a target, the small sphere about the size of a snow globe before it hits the ground and explodes into thousands of small ice shards (similar to icicles) that pierce everyone in the surrounding 10 foot radius to a severe degree.
*Cage of Ice
Chrysalis reaches down and touches the ground lightly with her fingertips, causing a light frost to spread across the ground and touch the feet of those in the area, granting her allies more speed while causing her enemies to be rooted in place as the ice grabs hold of their legs, keeping them held down to the ground until they are able to break out of the ice (the ice remains even when Chrys stops touching the ground with her fingertips, giving her time to escape or to make a move).
*Flight of the Enemy
Water is within everyone, and thus it can be frozen. This ability requires the majority of Chrysalis' energy, allowing her to freeze the blood within a person and thus levitate them and do whatever she pleases with that particular target, including puppeteer them to do her bidding. However, they do turn blue after a certain point (maybe half an hour to an hour into it they begin suffering from frostbite).

Passive
*Ice Manipulation
Chrysalis can manipulate ice without the presence of water. Ice is a part of her and always will be, regardless of water presence and temperature (although ice becomes pointless in extensive heat).
*Near Immortality
While she is not immortal, Chrysalis does have the racial ability to live a very long life and is immune to most illnesses. She can be killed, however, just as a human would be (significant wounds to the vital areas). However it is harder to kill her with those wounds simply because of her regenerative health.
*Health Regeneration
She naturally heals faster than humans and the presence of ice speeds up the process.

Weapons
Since she is entirely magic based, she does not use weaponry other than the shards of ice she uses as claws on her fingers (the manipulation of ice comes completely naturally to her and is thus not a spell).

Armor
Her dress, while it may look fragile, is built with the strength of glaciers - it's made of incredibly hard, near-impenetrable ice that would weigh a normal human down by about 50 lbs., but feels light as a feather to her.

Training
Disregarding her status back in the Faerie Kingdom on Skyshard, Chrysalis trained under the best of soldiers in their army, learning how to utilize her powers to end lives quickly and without much bloodshed. Her mother was the leader of said soldiers and taught Chrysalis everything she knows. Three hundred years has given her plenty of opportunity to learn and utilize her knowledge. She knows everything about the anatomy of every species ever written into a book, and uses it against her opponents.


Hair Colour
White

Eye Colour
Silver

Skin Colour
Incredibly Pale (almost white)

Height
5'1"

Weight
101 lbs.

Scars/Tattoos
Swirls that represent Chrysalis' maturation into a woman are present on her left and right arms, trailing down her bicep/tricep region. The female has no scars as of yet.​

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[B][U]Name[/U][/B]
Chrysalis Fiermount

[B][U]Race[/U][/B]
Faerie

[B][U]Age[/U][/B]
357

[B][U]Gender[/U][/B]
Female

[B][U]Sexuality[/U][/B]
Pansexual

[B][U]Profession[/U][/B]
King Riglov's Adviser/Assassin

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[B][U]Personality[/U][/B]
Cold as ice. What else did you expect? She does what she's told without much argument, focuses on the logical aspect of things, and prefers to do things in a concise, clean, and elegant manner. Her mind only works in that one way, at least according to those around her. She keeps a thick, icy wall between herself and others, especially King Riglov, whom she serves as an assassin and adviser. Some, however, have hammered away at the wall with a pick, but most were too blunt to get very far. Her inner shell consists of emotions she refuses to consider, such as love, surprise, happiness, etc., and she refuses to let anyone enter it. Someone is being rather persistent though... *cough cough* Theo *cough*

[B][U]Strengths[/U][/B]
Speed
Highly Intelligent
Mobility (Agility)
Stealth

[B][U]Weaknesses[/U][/B]
Lacks Strength
Weakened by Loud Sounds (loud noises cause ice to break and avalanches to occur, so imagine what it does to a faerie that surrounds herself with ice most of the time)
Lacks Passion
Heat, duh

[B][U]Likes[/U][/B]
Reading
Silence
Intelligence
Efficiency
Logic/Reason
Dancing
Elegance

[B][U]Dislikes[/U][/B]
Idiocy
King Riglov
Slavery
Lack of Strategy
Loud Noises
Clumsiness
King Riglov (second time for emphasis)

[B][U]History[/U][/B]
Born as the heir to her mother's kingdom, Chrysalis was the first daughter of three in the Winter Court of the Fey. Her mother, a descendant of the famous Queen Titania, leads the frozen portion of the faerie realm, hosting Dark Fey, Winter Fey (of the ice and frost kinds), and Water Fey, as long as they can survive the temperatures of the Winter Court. Chrys' mother is a fearless ruler, but is incredibly strict towards not only her kingdom, but especially her daughter. From birth, the ice faerie was expected to be the perfect child for her mother and was punished should she do otherwise; she was trained at an early age on how to fight, how to utilize her powers, and how to use the art of dance not only for enjoyment but also in her battles. This was the majority of Chrysalis' upbringing, and it honed the young faerie into a quick, ruthless assassin that became her mother's pride and joy. She was not close to her two sisters as she grew older, and so the next several years did not faze the budding woman in the least.

As a fellow assassin, Chrysalis was prepared to fight when her home was attacked by Fey from the Summer Court. Because of her small stature, Chrysalis was mistaken by the Summer Fey to be the youngest of the sisters and was considered the least important target of the four in the royal family. Her father was never home and was thus not a target, but since the kingdom of the Winter Court was a matriarchy, the Queen and her eldest were the main targets. Her mother was Chrys' main concern and thus she defended her first, while her sisters had to fend for themselves and since they were the lesser skilled of the three sisters (Chrys was the most powerful and deadly of the three), they died quick deaths. The assassins quickly realized that they were outmatched by Chrysalis and that she was indeed the eldest, but they were unable to bring their information back to their leader since their heads were severed from their bodies.

After the assassination attempt on her life, Chrysalis' mother hired defenders for herself and sent her remaining daughter off to Landfall to draw the attention of the heir to the Winter Court away from her home. Since her mother knew King Riglov, she sent Chrys to serve him, and although she abhorred the man, she did as her mother wished, at least until she reaches her breaking point (which is coming up sooner rather than later). 

[B][U]Relationships[/U][/B]
Single currently - planned relationship w/ [USER=12620]@Crumbli[/USER]'s character, Theo.

[B][U]Goals[/U][/B]
Learn about every other species @ close range, cure idiocy, keep her mother alive.

[B][U]Fears[/U][/B]
Death, being Riglov's Adviser for much longer (he smells).[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/LEFT]
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[B][U]Class[/U][/B]
Executioner/Assassin

[B][U]Element[/U][/B]
Ice (Cryomancy)

[B][U]Spells[/U][/B]
[B]Active[/B]
*[URL='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qg7L0OQiN78']Beyond the Veil[/URL]
Chrysalis creates several shards of ice that hover in the air for mere milliseconds before bursting into thousands of pieces, creating a misty fog that conceals the area within a 20-foot radius, sometimes up to 30 if she's concentrating hard enough. This allows her to move within the cloud of mist without detection and also provides a blanket over sounds made within the clouded area, giving her allies the stealth they need to get by the enemy (or enemies). The cloud of mist/dust also suffocates enemies to a certain degree, giving Chrys and her allies another advantage over the enemies.
*[URL='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHjpOzsQ9YI']Crystallize[/URL]
Chrysalis surrounds herself in a cocoon of ice that briefly protects her from any and all outside projectile attacksand close ranged attacks that involve the use of fists and dull blades. For a few moments, she appears to be curled up into a ball within the ice, which speeds up the regeneration of her wounds, if she has any. Once she has been engulfed inside the ice for a minimum of five minutes, she breaks through the block of ice in a form that completely covers her entire body, giving her an increased amount of strength, durability, and stamina for a short span of time (10 minutes on average, 20 if she's pushing herself).
*[URL='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49tpIMDy9BE']Shatter[/URL]
Chrysalis absorbs all attacks or remains from her attacks into a compressed ball that she levitates between her hands for a controlled amount of time before she launches it towards a target, the small sphere about the size of a snow globe before it hits the ground and explodes into thousands of small ice shards (similar to icicles) that pierce everyone in the surrounding 10 foot radius to a severe degree.
*[URL='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inb8MMZ-QmA']Cage of Ice[/URL]
Chrysalis reaches down and touches the ground lightly with her fingertips, causing a light frost to spread across the ground and touch the feet of those in the area, granting her allies more speed while causing her enemies to be rooted in place as the ice grabs hold of their legs, keeping them held down to the ground until they are able to break out of the ice (the ice remains even when Chrys stops touching the ground with her fingertips, giving her time to escape or to make a move).
*[URL='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Boi6PfDeNg']Flight of the Enemy[/URL]
Water is within everyone, and thus it can be frozen. This ability requires the majority of Chrysalis' energy, allowing her to freeze the blood within a person and thus levitate them and do whatever she pleases with that particular target, including puppeteer them to do her bidding. However, they do turn blue after a certain point (maybe half an hour to an hour into it they begin suffering from frostbite).

[B]Passive[/B]
*Ice Manipulation
Chrysalis can manipulate ice without the presence of water. Ice is a part of her and always will be, regardless of water presence and temperature (although ice becomes pointless in extensive heat).
*Near Immortality
While she is not immortal, Chrysalis does have the racial ability to live a very long life and is immune to most illnesses. She can be killed, however, just as a human would be (significant wounds to the vital areas). However it [I]is[/I] harder to kill her with those wounds simply because of her regenerative health.
*Health Regeneration
She naturally heals faster than humans and the presence of ice speeds up the process.

[B][U]Weapons[/U][/B]
Since she is entirely magic based, she does not use weaponry other than the shards of ice she uses as claws on her fingers (the manipulation of ice comes completely naturally to her and is thus not a spell).

[B][U]Armor[/U][/B]
Her dress, while it may look fragile, is built with the strength of glaciers - it's made of incredibly hard, near-impenetrable ice that would weigh a normal human down by about 50 lbs., but feels light as a feather to her.

[B][U]Training[/U][/B]
Disregarding her status back in the Faerie Kingdom on Skyshard, Chrysalis trained under the best of soldiers in their army, learning how to utilize her powers to end lives quickly and without much bloodshed. Her mother was the leader of said soldiers and taught Chrysalis everything she knows. Three hundred years has given her plenty of opportunity to learn and utilize her knowledge. She knows everything about the anatomy of every species ever written into a book, and uses it against her opponents.

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[B][U]Hair Colour[/U][/B]
White

[B][U]Eye Colour[/U][/B]
Silver

[B][U]Skin Colour[/U][/B]
Incredibly Pale (almost white)

[B][U]Height[/U][/B]
5'1"

[B][U]Weight[/U][/B]
101 lbs.

[B][U]Scars/Tattoos[/U][/B]
Swirls that represent Chrysalis' maturation into a woman are present on her left and right arms, trailing down her bicep/tricep region. The female has no scars as of yet.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/RIGHT]
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Character Completion - 100%

 

[Morgrim]

​

On the Inside​

​

Name
Chrysalis Fiermount

Race
Faerie

Age
357

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Pansexual

Profession
King Riglov's Adviser


Personality
WIP

Strengths
Speed
Highly Intelligent
Mobility (Agility)

Weaknesses
Lacks Strength
Weakened by Loud Sounds (loud noises cause ice to break and avalanches to occur, so imagine what it does to a faerie that surrounds herself with ice most of the time)
Lacks Passion

Likes
Reading
Silence
Intelligence
Efficiency
Logic/Reason

Dislikes
Idiocy
King Riglov
Slavery
Lack of Strategy
Loud Noises

History
WIP

Relationships
None so far - planned relationship w/ Crumbli

Goals
Learn about every other species @ close range, cure idiocy.

Fears
Death, being Riglov's Adviser for much longer (he smells).​

On the Outside​

​

Class
Executioner/Assassin

Element
Ice (Cryomancy)

Spells
*
*
*
*
*

Weapons
Since she is entirely magic based, she does not use weaponry.

Armor
Her dress, while it may look fragile, is built with the strength of glaciers - it's made of incredibly hard, near-impenetrable ice that would weigh a normal human down by about 50 lbs., but feels light as a feather to her.

Training
Disregarding her status back in the Faerie Kingdom on Skyshard, Chrysalis trained under the best of soldiers in their army, learning how to utilize her powers to end lives quickly and without much bloodshed. Her mother was the leader of said soldiers and taught Chrysalis everything she knows. Three hundred years has given her plenty of opportunity to learn and utilize her knowledge. She knows everything about the anatomy of every species ever written into a book, and uses it against her opponents.


Hair Colour
White

Eye Colour
Silver

Skin Colour
Incredibly Pale (almost white)

Height
5'1"

Weight
101 lbs.

Scars/Tattoos
Swirls that represent Chrysalis becoming a woman are present on her left and right arms, trailing down her bicep/tricep region. The female has no scars as of yet.​

Character Completion

I can't read this shit, it's covered in too much snow

 

[JokerValentine]

I can't read this shit, it's covered in too much snow

It's actually dandruff.

 

[Morgrim]

It's actually dandruff.

Ewwwwwww

 

[Javax]

Character Statistics

Name:
Aerendal Vaneiros

Nickname:
Aeren
(Pronounced "Ehr-ren")

Gender:
Male

Age:
Twenty-Five

Race:
Lythari | Beastkin

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Element:
Water

Profession:
Adventurer

Class:
"Magic Knight"
(A sword-wielder who also uses magic)

Training:
Much of Aerendal's training comes from family. Training with Faelyn and Vesryn contributed to most of his current-day knowledge of magic, archery, and sword-fighting. The years after he fled Felnethyr allowed him to learn how to be cunning and have his wits about him, though, so combat is not the only thing he's learned over the years.​

Physical Characteristics

Hair Style:
Messy and unkempt, Arendal's hair reaches down to the nape of his neck in voluminous flattened waves. [Example]

Hair Color:
Dark Chocolate Brown

Eye Color:
Ice Blue [Photo]

Skin Color:
Soft Ivory

Height:
71.1 in. | 180.6 cm.

Weight:
154.8 lbs. | 70.2 kg.

Body Type:
Mesomorph | Trapezoidal

Tattoo(s):
The elven rune for "water" is on the left side of his chest, a little below his collarbone. [Photo]

Scar(s):
Aeren's body is littered in scars from over the years. They range from puncture wounds (from weapons such as arrows and spears) to lacerations (knives, swords, etc.) to bites (guard dogs, rabid dogs, wild animals, etc.), but nothing too serious as to hinder his abilities.

Other:
‣ Dark brown wolf ears
‣ Dark brown wolf tail

Mental Characteristics

Likes:
‣ Drinking
‣ Helping others
‣ Reading
‣ Sword-Fighting
‣ Wolves

Dislikes:
‣ Being restrained
‣ Dwarves
‣ Killers-for-Hire
‣ Thieves
‣ Those who take advantage of the weak

Goals:
To bring justice to Felnethyr.

Fears:
‣ Becoming what he despises
‣ Failure
‣ Fire

Personality:
Aeren is a man of honor and integrity. He strives to be the best man he can be in a world full of death, hatred, and deceit. Killing is a last resort to him, but he is willing to do what needs to be done to protect himself, the ones he cares about, and those who cannot defend themselves. He has a caring, kind heart, but he's not afraid to dish out some anger and resentment towards those who deserve it.

Intelligent is one of the qualities that describe him rather well. Aerendal is good at thinking on his feet and calculating the odds of difficult situations to determine the best route. He spent a lot of time reading when he wasn't adventuring or practicing his magic or sword-fighting.​

History

History:
Aerendal Vaneiros—formerly Aerendal Dakian—hailed from the small elven kingdom, Esloviel. His parents were Elisven and Elyon Dakian, rulers of the small kingdom. Unfortunately, due to complications during his birth, Elisven, his mother, passed away before he could even lay eyes upon her. In anger and hatred towards the babe, Elyon left the newborn in the hands of the nurses, abandoning the young Aerendal.

Overcome with pity for the newborn baby, Folre Vaneiros, brother to the now-deceased Elisven, took the child into his home and raised him as his own in the kingdom of Felnethyr. He grew up alongside three Vaneiros-born sisters and three Vaneiros-born brothers. Other than the usual bickering between siblings, the family was rather happy with each other, and Aeren felt as though he belonged. His favorite sibling, however, was Faelyn Vaneiros, the eldest sister. They both enjoyed reading, archery, sword-fighting, and practicing magic. And as the years passed by, their bond grew stronger and stronger.

Folre and Aerith Vaneiros, the King and Queen of Felnethyr, had multiple political matters to attend to, including maintaining friendly ties with the dwarves. The Lythari and the dwarves didn't always get along, but the rulers of Felnethyr knew that battling the dwarves would be an unwise move, so they only strengthened their relationship with them rather than wound it. So the king and queen went on regular meetings with the dwarven council to discuss varying topics, such as trade, crimes, etc.

On one such trip to one of these meetings, the king and queen found themselves raided by a band of angry dwarves. The warrior-king fought to save him and his lovely wife, but it was to no avail. The attack was unexpected as they were treading on supposedly neutral territory where no blood was to be shed. And thus, the kingdom of Felnethyr was ruler-less.

The eldest of the Vaneiros name, Faelyn Vaneiros, took to the throne almost immediately, leaving Aerendal alone. The boy could no longer practice with the young princess queen now that she had numerous, more important matters to attend to day and night, not to mention learning how to rule a kingdom. So the boy began practicing with Aerith's brother, Vesryn Rychell. The man was a rough, hard-skinned warrior who harbored many combat skills. His skill in weaving magic into his sword-fighting was unparalleled. And so, Aeren began to learn as much as he could from his aunt's brother about being a "Magic Knight."

Until that terrible night.

It began while he was walking the castle's halls. A restlessness was keeping him from the blissful darkness of slumber, or perhaps it was a god just keeping him alive. Because when he heard the screams, his blood chilled and he ran towards the source. In everyone bedroom, he found the burning, charred bodies of the last of his family, barely squirming and thrashing at the hungry flames that licked at their bodies. He ran to his brothers and sisters with the intention of saving them from death, but it was too late. Whatever flame was eating their bodies was not natural, and it devoured their corpses in mere minutes.

It was then that he saw one of his sisters, still alive. Alannis, twin sister to his favorite Faelyn. He knew immediately that she was the murderer. The crazed grin and the hungry eyes said it all. He was too afraid to confront the female, however. His skills and abilities weren't honed well enough to take on such a sadistic, cruel person. And when Alannis began attacking Faelyn and pinned the murders on the young queen, Aeren knew there was nothing he could do as the guards yelled "Traitor!" And so, overcome with cowardice, Aeren fled.

Aerendal fled the castle, fled Felnethyr, fled the northern elven land of Landfall. His heart ached and his legs burned and his lungs caved. He felt nothing and everything all at once, all the time, and never at all. The betrayal and the grief was too much for the boy. He pushed aside his morals and began stealing from vendors and shops, staying alive from the scraps of food he managed to scavenge. Until a few years later, the young man was caught by the Silver Legion. He was shackled and chained and beat as the sadistic and self-righteous men escorted him and their other prisoners to the dirty slave mines of Ellanor.

Once he arrived, the Lythari was whipped to the guards' content. His flesh ripped and red liquid dripping down his back and legs, the young man was forced to mine. And mine.

And mine.

And mine.

And mine...

And as he chipped away at the land with his dull pickaxe for—he couldn't remember how many days, months, or even years it had been—, he only hoped for one thing:

Faelyn Vaneiros, please be alive.​

Miscellaneous

Family Tree:

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Class System

Equipment:
‣ Rogue warrior-type armor [Photo]
‣ Elven longsword [Photo]
‣ Canteen full of water

Strengths:
‣ Adventurous
‣ Considerate
‣ Intelligent
‣ Observant
‣ Patient

Weaknesses:
‣ Alcoholic
‣ Large Target
‣ Prejudiced
‣ Soft-Hearted
‣ Trusting

Abilities:

Spoiler

[In order of amount of control and priority]

‣ Water Healing ➛Aeren can heal his self or others by absorbing water molecules and transferring medicament into the body at a molecular level, or by having water molecules to repair and regenerate damaged cells and molecules.

‣ Water Aura ➛ Aeren can release and surround his self in and/or with water for defensive and offensive purposes. This spell grants him various abilities and attacks, when applicable. The aura can sometimes give Aeren enhanced physical capabilities such as speed, strength and durability, whenever he deems these enhancements necessary.

‣ Water Augmentation ➛ Aerendal has the ability to change the amount of water that's present in an area. If he has a canteen that is running low, he can use this ability to increase the amount of water molecules to fill the canteen once again. However, larger bodies of water, such as lakes and ponds, are much harder to manipulate, so he has significant trouble with drying up ponds or increasing the levels of watering holes.

‣ Blood Manipulation ➛ Aerendal can create, control, and manipulate the blood of himself, others, or from his surroundings. However, he almost never uses this ability because he feels like it's too torturous, and the ability itself drains his energy at an alarming rate. Not only this, but the amount of concentration it takes to control other beings makes him nearly entirely vulnerable to outside attacks.

‣ Hell Water ➛ Aerendal can generate and manipulate the mystical water of the underworld. The color of the water varies in color, but is usually shades of blue and black. The water isn't generated, but instead is summoned from the planes of hell itself. Hell Water can cause excruciating pain upon contact, "scorching/melting" the skin and liquefying one's insides, or cause undesirable disease. Its harmful properties are similar to that of lava or magma, but its movement and flow is reminiscent of that of normal water. If Aerendal uses this spell, it would be to take out large crowds or to block the path of or trap enemies. Due to the extremely large toll Hell Water takes on his energy—and even to his physical body—and the man's ethics and morals towards "burning" people alive (and not to mention his significant lack of control of the spell), this ability is used as one of Aeren's very last resorts.


Alongside these abilities, Aeren possesses the general magic to manipulate water to his will, such as moving it from container to container, forming it into shapes, and simply just bending it to his will.

 

[Anaxileah]

I can't read this shit, it's covered in too much snow

Deal with it

It's actually dandruff.

Ew seconded...

 

[Inheritance]

Appearance
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Personal Details
Elodin Valtara

Race
Human

Age
24

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Hetero

Profession
Acolyte-studies in Universities and travels around transcribing documents and artifacts


Skills/Abilities

Class
Magic User

Element
Though he dabbles in almost all kinds of magic, the arts of necromancy continue to beckon him. He has gotten very talented at using Necromancy to not only raise the dead, but to use the power within the dead to cast very powerful destruction spells.

Spells ​

Passive/Basic Magic
Animate Dead: Raise the dead from the cold dark. The number and strength of the horde depends on how long they've been dead, and how many dead are around
Shadow Bolt: Launches a bolt of darkness at a single foe. This spell is weaker in bright light, yet strengthens in the dark
Anti-Magic Shell: If cast properly, this creates a temporary anti-magic shell around the caster. While powerful, the caster cannot use magic within the circle.
Sleep: Puts a group into a deep sleep, though non magical (can be woken up by shaking or getting splashed or something). The stronger the victim, the more they can resist

Advanced Spells
Death Wave: Sends a wave of darkness, filled with the lost souls of necromancy upon an opponent. Anything undead or constructed won't be effected by this (or the caster)
Fly: Enabled the user, or one person, to fly for about an hour. Perhaps a bit longer if the power is right.
Globe of Invulnerability: Generates a globe that protects the caster from harm from physical attacks. Of course, once the caster steps from the circle the spell is broken.
Life Siphon: Drains a victim's life force to strengthen the caster's own. This spell is best used on opponents that can't move around or attack the caster while the spell is going.
Animate Dead Mark II: Create constructs or horrors out of undead. The more around, the better things this can create (bone dragons, ect). This also gives potential to the soulless minions (if you raise a powerful knight, the skeleton will be stronger). This requires a great deal of strength and energy.

Weapons
Long staff that contains and strengthens his own spells, and deflects and absorbs enemy spells (not entirely). Other then that, he has little to no fighting abilities/

Armor
His Robes have special enchantments that protects against arrows and other projectiles, though it isn't a complete defense. His staff also is used as a magic barrier, but it can really only save him from shocks of magic, not a direct attack.

Training
Elodin has had a brilliant education and a powerful training scheme, however he was kicked out of both his school and his arcane studies for his fascination in the dark arts of necromancy. Shunned by his once rich family and fiends, he was left to wander the world. He knows much about the arcane, especially for such a young man but is still far from any master.


Appearance Details

Hair colour
Dark Brown, almost Black

Eye colour
A deep crimson from years of forbidden craft

Skin colour (What are you British?)
White, but certainly more tan then most

Height
5'11

Scars/Tattoos
Various marks across his back, but none too much.

Weight
190lbs

Character Details

Personality
He is typically sarcastic and crude, however among allies he is known to come out of his shell and be a bit more joyful and fun. Though he masks it with pride, he is actually very shy of people-though he loves conversation. He has a hard time talking to people and is slow to trust, because of his evil that he hides from most people. He is typically very flaky and almost afraid of alliances, and gives his support to very few, and almost always in his own self interests. However, if he meets people he really likes, he will fight with a fierce loyalty that few can match.

If given the opportunity he would sell his soul for magic, as it is the only thing that he cares about. His goal is to of course become the best magi in the world, but he continues to struggle in the fact that his magic type is typically shunned. He wouldn't give up Necromancy, but of course would never openly talk about it (except to another master) or tell people how much he actually uses it.

Strengths
His magic is very powerful for such a young age, power that rivals even masters. He is very adept in the art of Necromancy, as well as his abilities to launch destruction on his foes. While his conjuration can use some work, he is still quite a foe to be reckoned with, his strong wit and quick movements paving the way for his magic to be effective and deadly.
Weaknesses
He is a horrible fighter, with very little strength and even lower constitution. He has based his traveling and combat supplies around his defense of magic and projectiles, even outside forces-though nothing can cripple or defeat him faster then close combat. His physical well being can very much effect his spellcasting

Likes
Power, Knowledge, artifacts, mysteries, unknown

Dislikes
Meddlers, or anything that gets in the way of his magic. Fighters

History
What more could a young child who got everything he ever wanted...want? Perhaps there's a rational explanation to Elodin's craving for power, but it seems to be very strange for any onlooker. He left the greatest magic school in the world, as well as a wealthy family for necromancy-a dark school with little knowledge of it left over. Perhaps it was the call to power he loved, or perhaps it was the mystery behind it. Either way, he left all of it to search the world for magic and knowledge that will further his own.

As of now, he travels as a scribe and translator, secretly robbing and reading secrets and anything he can get his hands on. His biggest prize was taking the staff of a powerful archmage, killing him, and then of course raising the body. Though he disposed of the mage, an "experiment" gone wrong, he had to soon flee as suspicions of him began to arise. Now he continues to wander, looking for magic and knowledge, and perhaps a purpose.
Relationships
None

Goals
The usual. Amass power, cackle over the corpses of his enemies

Fears
His goals and dreams will fall short, and his name will be forgotten
​

Morgrim

 

[Morgrim]

Appearance
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Personal Details
Elodin Valtara

Race
Human

Age
24

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Hetero

Profession
Acolyte-studies in Universities and travels around transcribing documents and artifacts


Skills/Abilities

Class
Magic User

Element
Though he dabbles in almost all kinds of magic, the arts of necromancy continue to beckon him. He has gotten very talented at using Necromancy to not only raise the dead, but to use the power within the dead to cast very powerful destruction spells.

Spells ​

Animate Dead
Death Wave
Fly
Globe of Invulnerability (to magic)
Shadow Magic

Weapons
Long staff that contains and strengthens his own spells, and deflects and absorbs enemy spells (not entirely). Other then that, he has little to no fighting abilities/

Armor
His Robes have special enchantments that protects against arrows and other projectiles, though it isn't a complete defense. His staff also is used as a magic barrier, but it can really only save him from shocks of magic, not a direct attack.

Training
Elodin has had a brilliant education and a powerful training scheme, however he was kicked out of both his school and his arcane studies for his fascination in the dark arts of necromancy. Shunned by his once rich family and fiends, he was left to wander the world. He knows much about the arcane, especially for such a young man but is still far from any master.


Appearance Details

Hair colour
Dark Brown, almost Black

Eye colour
A deep crimson from years of forbidden craft

Skin colour (What are you British?)
White, but certainly more tan then most

Height
5'11

Scars/Tattoos
Various marks across his back, but none too much.

Weight
190lbs

Character Details

Personality
He is typically sarcastic and crude, however among allies he is known to come out of his shell and be a bit more joyful and fun. Though he masks it with pride, he is actually very shy of people-though he loves conversation. He has a hard time talking to people and is slow to trust, because of his evil that he hides from most people. He is typically very flaky and almost afraid of alliances, and gives his support to very few, and almost always in his own self interests. However, if he meets people he really likes, he will fight with a fierce loyalty that few can match.

If given the opportunity he would sell his soul for magic, as it is the only thing that he cares about. His goal is to of course become the best magi in the world, but he continues to struggle in the fact that his magic type is typically shunned. He wouldn't give up Necromancy, but of course would never openly talk about it (except to another master) or tell people how much he actually uses it.

Strengths
His magic is very powerful for such a young age, power that rivals even masters. He is very adept in the art of Necromancy, as well as his abilities to launch destruction on his foes. While his conjuration can use some work, he is still quite a foe to be reckoned with, his strong wit and quick movements paving the way for his magic to be effective and deadly.
Weaknesses
He is a horrible fighter, with very little strength and even lower constitution. He has based his traveling and combat supplies around his defense of magic and projectiles, even outside forces-though nothing can cripple or defeat him faster then close combat. His physical well being can very much effect his spellcasting

Likes
Power, Knowledge, artifacts, mysteries, unknown

Dislikes
Meddlers, or anything that gets in the way of his magic. Fighters

History
What more could a young child who got everything he ever wanted...want? Perhaps there's a rational explanation to Elodin's craving for power, but it seems to be very strange for any onlooker. He left the greatest magic school in the world, as well as a wealthy family for necromancy-a dark school with little knowledge of it left over. Perhaps it was the call to power he loved, or perhaps it was the mystery behind it. Either way, he left all of it to search the world for magic and knowledge that will further his own.

As of now, he travels as a scribe and translator, secretly robbing and reading secrets and anything he can get his hands on. His biggest prize was taking the staff of a powerful archmage, killing him, and then of course raising the body. Though he disposed of the mage, an "experiment" gone wrong, he had to soon flee as suspicions of him began to arise. Now he continues to wander, looking for magic and knowledge, and perhaps a purpose.
Relationships
None

Goals
The usual. Amass power, cackle over the corpses of his enemies

Fears
His goals and dreams will fall short, and his name will be forgotten
​

Morgrim

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• General information
• Functional information
• Descriptive information

• 
  Personal Details
  Name: Theodore Thompson.
  Race: Human.
  Age: 41.
  Gender: Male.
  Sexuality: Bicurious - Drawn to looks over personality.
  Profession: Privateer of the Dreadwin, now captain of the city guard.
  
  Appearance Details
  Hair colour: Unkempt and a pale blonde. It adds to his ‘roguish good looks’.
  Eye colour: A grey blue with a down turned shape.
  Skin colour: Pale - White.
  Height: 5’9 | 175 cm
  Weight: 152 lbs | 69 kg
  Scars/Tattoos: His body is a canvas, covered in different works from different artists. Most of which served alongside or below him at some point. His favourite markings are a skull with a flower for its eye, a phoenix done in red ink, and a tattoo of the sea moth Teladrid.
  Other: His body is relatively hair free despite his disdain for shaving.
  
• 
  
  Skills/Abilities
  Class: Sly dog - Rogue.
  Element: Anti-magic.
  
  Spells/Abilities:
  Futile Dedication
  His only magical spell is one taught to him from one of his closest (and now dead) friends. Devolved dedication is a spell of silencing which renders most magics mute. It marks an opponent and prevents them from being able to cast a spell. The mark is only capable of being used on one target at a time and will fade after a few minutes.
  Impregnable Air (Passive)
  An ever constant passive ability reducing the effects of magic being used against him. Even indirect magics are incredibly weak in his company, causing him to be a sought after commodity in a world filled with mages and relics.
  Nimble Fingers
  Covering a broad range of ‘shady’ utilities, these nimble fingers can do anything from picking pockets to unlocking doors. He specialises in lockpicking more so than any other form of utility meaning there are few locks he can’t break into.
  Roguish Charms
  Blame his looks, blame his charms, or blame the sweet yet masculine smell that permeates from his skin. Theodore is known to be something of a womaniser and on the occasion extends his charms to members of the same sex. It’s suggested that his charms are of a magical nature but there’s little proof to support it.​
  
  Weapons: His partner in crime, Liliana. He’s had this sabre since he was seventeen and the two have never been apart since then. He carries an additional three small daggers with two used for throwing and one used for a combination of cqc and various other utility based purposes.
  
  Armour: Clothes and plenty of them shroud his body from potential assaults. Beneath these many layered shirts and even cloak there’s little else with gambeson being the most he’ll ever wear. For his leggings he’ll wear a pair of quilt undergarments which extend down to above the knee, and protect his thighs from most first strikes. His boots are of a sturdy leather material and appear to be water resistant.
  
  Training: 20 years as a privateer and 4 as captain of the guard. Theodore is well versed in many varients of sword play as well as the use of thrown knives and even javelins. He’s known to be versatile in his styles but his love for his sabre often locks him to sword combat out of preference. He’s a dirty fighter who’s not above throwing dust in eyes, pretending to submit, or running to fight another day.
  
• 
  Character Details
  Alignment: True neutral.
  Personality: Brusk, arrogant, sickeningly charming, manipulative, indecisive, and unambitious.
  
  Strengths:
  
  • Knows how to read and write - Being an uncommon trait in a world filled with literature. Theo’s ability to read and write prove invaluable in this day and age. Even if it’s nothing to be incredibly proud of, he still is.
  • Physically fit - Being captain of the guard has its perks when it comes to exercise and training equipment. Theodore can remain physically fit without too much hassle and his absence from the company of the king or his patrols to train is something almost expected of him at this point.
  • Flexible in all forms - If the moral grey area was capable of manifesting itself, Theodore is that creation. He can physically perform many acts but his most flexible trait comes from his
  • Ruthless - Theodore often plays the fool, but don’t let that fool you. His cunning is treacherous and the term ‘forgiveness’ isn’t one he’s too familiar with. Always assessing, always testing the boundaries, he’ll likely know what his companions are capable of.
  • Expert at close quarters - Being well versed with both his sabre and his fists, Theodore is an expert when it comes to close quarters combat. He can bring a swift end to a slow foe or work those more pesky types into their own graves of exhaustion.
  Weaknesses:
  
  • Vanity - Beauty really is skin deep. Personalities mean very little
  • Inept at ranged combat-
  • Loves to gamble -
  • Nasty drunk -
  • Arrogant - Knows better than everyone.
  
  Likes:
  
  • Drinking -
  • Inappropriate comments/actions -
  • Compliments -
  • Privateers -
  • Sailors -
  • Humans -
  • Teladrid the sea moth - Alternating -
  Dislikes:
  
  • His father -
  • Sticks in the mud -
  • Teladrid the sea moth - Alternating -
  • Heroes -
  • Villains -
  • Being alone -
  • Vampires -
  • Monsters -
  • Gentle types -
  Fears:
  
  • Dying.
  • Being like his father.
  
  History:
  he becomes a privateer captain, Silver legion hire him to work for them, gets the offer to work at a city instead (37), takes the job and works as the captain of guard in Ellanor, has been doing that for 4 years.
  
  Born of the commoner house Thompson in the silver legion owned city of Herstvard, Theodore was a fairly average boy. His mother was loving and his father was heavy handed. Some of his earliest memories are of cuddles with his mother, playing with his sisters, and being belted with a cane by his father. From two to eleven his father was gentle but once he’d reached ‘manhood’ and began to sprout his first chin hairs, he was beaten properly.
  His mother did very little (if anything at all) to protect him from his father. Whenever his sisters were beaten she’d intervene and take the punishment for them but when it was his turn? She’d look the other way. This hurt Theodore deeply and while he stayed for another five years, he’d done so out of necessity.
  
  Theodore always fantasised about running away from home, joining a life of adventure and conquest. He often dreamed of being a noble knight or perhaps a dreaded pirate. Though he knew such things were flights of fancy. Until he met her that was.
  Isabella Marques from beyond the walls. She had dark brown hair, big green eyes, and a smile that made his heart sing. He’d never met a girl quite like her. He fell head over heels for the young girl and little did he know, she felt the same. They’d often catch each other’s gaze and quickly look away with a blush on their faces. Under cover of darkness, he slipped away from home and declared his love to her from outside her window. She laughed at him at first, assuming his declaration to be of comedic intent. After almost an hour of assuring her he was genuine she confessed she felt the same and the two met in secret most nights. As their love grew over the next two months, they began to meet up during the day.
  
  She teased him with dreams and goals. The two would lay under the stars and talk about when they grew up and what they’d be. They came up with names for their babies and what they’d be. Theodore said he’d be a mercenary and Isabella said she’d be the same fighting by his side. Their innocent enough love quickly evolved to a dangerous one as their dreams took a tighter grip of reality than they should have.
  At around two months from his birthday, he raided his house for gold and ran away with his beloved. She’d done the same and both had enough to survive for a few weeks on their gold. As they wandered their ideas and dreams kept growing.
  
  The two stumbled upon a hideout for sellswords and that’s when their dreams seemed a reality. They worked around the hideout for a bit as bar hands, earning a little here and there and eventually buying themselves some weapons. Theodore bought a small dagger with a swirling arrow forged into the blade and had intended to use it for himself. Isabella however offered him something better. She’d bought him a sabre with all of her earnings and stolen wealth. She gave him everything she had in one present. He liked the sword but when he found out how much she’d given for it, the sword became immeasurably more valuable to him. To think she cared for him this much was beyond imaginable.
  He gave her the dagger and the two took their first contract. It was a fairly basic one that requested the killing of a man from the docks. He was described as a stout fellow with large features and ‘a wide everything’. The two found him fairly easily in the sea faring town of elves and quickly stabbed him to death in a back alley. They turned in to the reward location and received the bounty. From there they joined a privateer aboard a ship known as Teladrid’s kiss where they learned of not only the art of sailing, but the sea moth himself.
  
  They spent close to six years aboard the ship together. Isabella fell pregnant and according to the priestesses it was to be twins. The two couldn’t be happier and the captain of the vessel was looking towards Theodore as a suitable replacement for when he retired. He was nearing fifty and he knew he didn’t have it in him much longer to remain out at sea in this profession line.
  This was the life. Everything was falling into place. His future was full of promise, his past but a memory compared to all the adventure and happiness he had inside him, finally he could do away with tragedies and focus on what made him happy. Or so he thought.
  During a particularly stormy night, the ship was out at sea searching for another privateer vessel to return her home. The crew aboard were skilled enough but not for this. The waves were throwing the boat around like a parent does their child into the air. The ship flung the crew from side to side and once it began to ease up they appeared. A ship unlike any they’d seen before. It was made of metals and fired upon them with incredible power.
  The foreign ship wasn’t looking for friends and it became clear to everyone on board that whatever happened to the last privateer group likely involved this ship. They fought valiantly and while Teladrid’s kiss was still standing by the end of it, the crew couldn’t say the same. Falling into the sea upon their final volley was Isabella and their unborn children. He tried to grab her but failed miserably as she slipt through his fingers and into the churning abyss below.
  Filled with anger and disbelief, Theodore went to dive in after her. He felt a tugging on the back of his collar and saw his captain shaking his head. The two argued back and forth for quite some time before Theodore fell to the deck crying and punching the boards. The captain knew she was gone and couldn’t stand losing another crew member. He’d already lost too many.
  
  They remained where they were for minutes, hours even, waiting for the storm to pass. As it let up the survivors could see a light beneath the water’s surface. Rising from the depths was a blue-green light that breached the water and blinded them all. While the others shielded their eyes Theodore couldn’t help himself and forced himself to look through the light. That’s when he saw it. A giant moth. It whispered to him and dove back below the surface of the water into the depths.
  The captain had reached his fill of tragedy and by the time the sun had set, he’d assigned the ship and all its duties over to Theodore. A now broken man, Theodore found some solace in the reward of the ship as well as the comfort of countless tankards. He told other sailors of what he’d seen, of what he’d lost, and many brushed him off as insane or coping via delusions. There were some who didn’t though and they would later form his crew. A crew of men who believed wholeheartedly in the sea moth. Some had seen the lights, others had heard its whisper, but none had seen it quite like Theodore. They all agreed that by using a chosen ship they’d be more likely to see it again.
  
  Teladrid’s kiss was renamed to Dreadwin and the crew continued on with privateering and spent their free days scowling the waters for the sea moth. For years this continued. Fourteen to be precise. The crew never saw Teladrid again but Theodore could hear its whisper when he stopped. He could hear two to be precise. From the depths one was the moth and the other, his beloved. They both fought each other over what he should do. Teladrid beckoned him to the deep and the voice of Isabella told him to give up on their old life. He refused to do either. That was until he was approached with a proposition.
  At knife point the Silver legion make quite the tempting proposition. They demand his ship, his crew, and in exchange he can have a position in a city as a reasonably well off man loyal to a king. He’s reluctant but after many subtle gestures and a few shallow cuts, he decides to accept their offer and join the service of the king in Ellanor. His crew try to fight but he reminds them of why they were really out there. He promised them to return someday and find Teladrid with them again so they could all be free of it.
  
  The Silver legion take him away to Ellanor
  
  Relationships: Single, planned relationship with Anaxileah
  Goals:
  
  • To hunt down the sea moth.

Accepted Accepted people

 

[Morgrim]

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On the Inside​

Name
Chrysalis Fiermount

Race
Faerie

Age
357

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Pansexual

Profession
King Riglov's Adviser/Assassin


Personality
Cold as ice. What else did you expect? She does what she's told without much argument, focuses on the logical aspect of things, and prefers to do things in a concise, clean, and elegant manner. Her mind only works in that one way, at least according to those around her. She keeps a thick, icy wall between herself and others, especially King Riglov, whom she serves as an assassin and adviser. Some, however, have hammered away at the wall with a pick, but most were too blunt to get very far. Her inner shell consists of emotions she refuses to consider, such as love, surprise, happiness, etc., and she refuses to let anyone enter it. Someone is being rather persistent though... *cough cough* Theo *cough*

Strengths
Speed
Highly Intelligent
Mobility (Agility)
Stealth

Weaknesses
Lacks Strength
Weakened by Loud Sounds (loud noises cause ice to break and avalanches to occur, so imagine what it does to a faerie that surrounds herself with ice most of the time)
Lacks Passion
Heat, duh

Likes
Reading
Silence
Intelligence
Efficiency
Logic/Reason
Dancing
Elegance

Dislikes
Idiocy
King Riglov
Slavery
Lack of Strategy
Loud Noises
Clumsiness
King Riglov (second time for emphasis)

History
Born as the heir to her mother's kingdom, Chrysalis was the first daughter of three in the Winter Court of the Fey. Her mother, a descendant of the famous Queen Titania, leads the frozen portion of the faerie realm, hosting Dark Fey, Winter Fey (of the ice and frost kinds), and Water Fey, as long as they can survive the temperatures of the Winter Court. Chrys' mother is a fearless ruler, but is incredibly strict towards not only her kingdom, but especially her daughter. From birth, the ice faerie was expected to be the perfect child for her mother and was punished should she do otherwise; she was trained at an early age on how to fight, how to utilize her powers, and how to use the art of dance not only for enjoyment but also in her battles. This was the majority of Chrysalis' upbringing, and it honed the young faerie into a quick, ruthless assassin that became her mother's pride and joy. She was not close to her two sisters as she grew older, and so the next several years did not faze the budding woman in the least.

As a fellow assassin, Chrysalis was prepared to fight when her home was attacked by Fey from the Summer Court. Because of her small stature, Chrysalis was mistaken by the Summer Fey to be the youngest of the sisters and was considered the least important target of the four in the royal family. Her father was never home and was thus not a target, but since the kingdom of the Winter Court was a matriarchy, the Queen and her eldest were the main targets. Her mother was Chrys' main concern and thus she defended her first, while her sisters had to fend for themselves and since they were the lesser skilled of the three sisters (Chrys was the most powerful and deadly of the three), they died quick deaths. The assassins quickly realized that they were outmatched by Chrysalis and that she was indeed the eldest, but they were unable to bring their information back to their leader since their heads were severed from their bodies.

After the assassination attempt on her life, Chrysalis' mother hired defenders for herself and sent her remaining daughter off to Landfall to draw the attention of the heir to the Winter Court away from her home. Since her mother knew King Riglov, she sent Chrys to serve him, and although she abhorred the man, she did as her mother wished, at least until she reaches her breaking point (which is coming up sooner rather than later).

Relationships
Single currently - planned relationship w/ Crumbli 's character, Theo.

Goals
Learn about every other species @ close range, cure idiocy, keep her mother alive.

Fears
Death, being Riglov's Adviser for much longer (he smells).​

On the Outside​

Class
Executioner/Assassin

Element
Ice (Cryomancy)

Spells
Active
*Beyond the Veil
Chrysalis creates several shards of ice that hover in the air for mere milliseconds before bursting into thousands of pieces, creating a misty fog that conceals the area within a 20-foot radius, sometimes up to 30 if she's concentrating hard enough. This allows her to move within the cloud of mist without detection and also provides a blanket over sounds made within the clouded area, giving her allies the stealth they need to get by the enemy (or enemies). The cloud of mist/dust also suffocates enemies to a certain degree, giving Chrys and her allies another advantage over the enemies.
*Crystallize
Chrysalis surrounds herself in a cocoon of ice that briefly protects her from any and all outside projectile attacksand close ranged attacks that involve the use of fists and dull blades. For a few moments, she appears to be curled up into a ball within the ice, which speeds up the regeneration of her wounds, if she has any. Once she has been engulfed inside the ice for a minimum of five minutes, she breaks through the block of ice in a form that completely covers her entire body, giving her an increased amount of strength, durability, and stamina for a short span of time (10 minutes on average, 20 if she's pushing herself).
*Shatter
Chrysalis absorbs all attacks or remains from her attacks into a compressed ball that she levitates between her hands for a controlled amount of time before she launches it towards a target, the small sphere about the size of a snow globe before it hits the ground and explodes into thousands of small ice shards (similar to icicles) that pierce everyone in the surrounding 10 foot radius to a severe degree.
*Cage of Ice
Chrysalis reaches down and touches the ground lightly with her fingertips, causing a light frost to spread across the ground and touch the feet of those in the area, granting her allies more speed while causing her enemies to be rooted in place as the ice grabs hold of their legs, keeping them held down to the ground until they are able to break out of the ice (the ice remains even when Chrys stops touching the ground with her fingertips, giving her time to escape or to make a move).
*Flight of the Enemy
Water is within everyone, and thus it can be frozen. This ability requires the majority of Chrysalis' energy, allowing her to freeze the blood within a person and thus levitate them and do whatever she pleases with that particular target, including puppeteer them to do her bidding. However, they do turn blue after a certain point (maybe half an hour to an hour into it they begin suffering from frostbite).

Passive
*Ice Manipulation
Chrysalis can manipulate ice without the presence of water. Ice is a part of her and always will be, regardless of water presence and temperature (although ice becomes pointless in extensive heat).
*Near Immortality
While she is not immortal, Chrysalis does have the racial ability to live a very long life and is immune to most illnesses. She can be killed, however, just as a human would be (significant wounds to the vital areas). However it is harder to kill her with those wounds simply because of her regenerative health.
*Health Regeneration
She naturally heals faster than humans and the presence of ice speeds up the process.

Weapons
Since she is entirely magic based, she does not use weaponry other than the shards of ice she uses as claws on her fingers (the manipulation of ice comes completely naturally to her and is thus not a spell).

Armor
Her dress, while it may look fragile, is built with the strength of glaciers - it's made of incredibly hard, near-impenetrable ice that would weigh a normal human down by about 50 lbs., but feels light as a feather to her.

Training
Disregarding her status back in the Faerie Kingdom on Skyshard, Chrysalis trained under the best of soldiers in their army, learning how to utilize her powers to end lives quickly and without much bloodshed. Her mother was the leader of said soldiers and taught Chrysalis everything she knows. Three hundred years has given her plenty of opportunity to learn and utilize her knowledge. She knows everything about the anatomy of every species ever written into a book, and uses it against her opponents.


Hair Colour
White

Eye Colour
Silver

Skin Colour
Incredibly Pale (almost white)

Height
5'1"

Weight
101 lbs.

Scars/Tattoos
Swirls that represent Chrysalis' maturation into a woman are present on her left and right arms, trailing down her bicep/tricep region. The female has no scars as of yet.​

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[B][U]Name[/U][/B]
Chrysalis Fiermount

[B][U]Race[/U][/B]
Faerie

[B][U]Age[/U][/B]
357

[B][U]Gender[/U][/B]
Female

[B][U]Sexuality[/U][/B]
Pansexual

[B][U]Profession[/U][/B]
King Riglov's Adviser/Assassin

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[B][U]Personality[/U][/B]
Cold as ice. What else did you expect? She does what she's told without much argument, focuses on the logical aspect of things, and prefers to do things in a concise, clean, and elegant manner. Her mind only works in that one way, at least according to those around her. She keeps a thick, icy wall between herself and others, especially King Riglov, whom she serves as an assassin and adviser. Some, however, have hammered away at the wall with a pick, but most were too blunt to get very far. Her inner shell consists of emotions she refuses to consider, such as love, surprise, happiness, etc., and she refuses to let anyone enter it. Someone is being rather persistent though... *cough cough* Theo *cough*

[B][U]Strengths[/U][/B]
Speed
Highly Intelligent
Mobility (Agility)
Stealth

[B][U]Weaknesses[/U][/B]
Lacks Strength
Weakened by Loud Sounds (loud noises cause ice to break and avalanches to occur, so imagine what it does to a faerie that surrounds herself with ice most of the time)
Lacks Passion
Heat, duh

[B][U]Likes[/U][/B]
Reading
Silence
Intelligence
Efficiency
Logic/Reason
Dancing
Elegance

[B][U]Dislikes[/U][/B]
Idiocy
King Riglov
Slavery
Lack of Strategy
Loud Noises
Clumsiness
King Riglov (second time for emphasis)

[B][U]History[/U][/B]
Born as the heir to her mother's kingdom, Chrysalis was the first daughter of three in the Winter Court of the Fey. Her mother, a descendant of the famous Queen Titania, leads the frozen portion of the faerie realm, hosting Dark Fey, Winter Fey (of the ice and frost kinds), and Water Fey, as long as they can survive the temperatures of the Winter Court. Chrys' mother is a fearless ruler, but is incredibly strict towards not only her kingdom, but especially her daughter. From birth, the ice faerie was expected to be the perfect child for her mother and was punished should she do otherwise; she was trained at an early age on how to fight, how to utilize her powers, and how to use the art of dance not only for enjoyment but also in her battles. This was the majority of Chrysalis' upbringing, and it honed the young faerie into a quick, ruthless assassin that became her mother's pride and joy. She was not close to her two sisters as she grew older, and so the next several years did not faze the budding woman in the least.

As a fellow assassin, Chrysalis was prepared to fight when her home was attacked by Fey from the Summer Court. Because of her small stature, Chrysalis was mistaken by the Summer Fey to be the youngest of the sisters and was considered the least important target of the four in the royal family. Her father was never home and was thus not a target, but since the kingdom of the Winter Court was a matriarchy, the Queen and her eldest were the main targets. Her mother was Chrys' main concern and thus she defended her first, while her sisters had to fend for themselves and since they were the lesser skilled of the three sisters (Chrys was the most powerful and deadly of the three), they died quick deaths. The assassins quickly realized that they were outmatched by Chrysalis and that she was indeed the eldest, but they were unable to bring their information back to their leader since their heads were severed from their bodies.

After the assassination attempt on her life, Chrysalis' mother hired defenders for herself and sent her remaining daughter off to Landfall to draw the attention of the heir to the Winter Court away from her home. Since her mother knew King Riglov, she sent Chrys to serve him, and although she abhorred the man, she did as her mother wished, at least until she reaches her breaking point (which is coming up sooner rather than later).

[B][U]Relationships[/U][/B]
Single currently - planned relationship w/ [USER=12620]@Crumbli[/USER]'s character, Theo.

[B][U]Goals[/U][/B]
Learn about every other species @ close range, cure idiocy, keep her mother alive.

[B][U]Fears[/U][/B]
Death, being Riglov's Adviser for much longer (he smells).[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/LEFT]
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[B][U]Class[/U][/B]
Executioner/Assassin

[B][U]Element[/U][/B]
Ice (Cryomancy)

[B][U]Spells[/U]
Active[/B]
*[URL='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qg7L0OQiN78']Beyond the Veil[/URL]
Chrysalis creates several shards of ice that hover in the air for mere milliseconds before bursting into thousands of pieces, creating a misty fog that conceals the area within a 20-foot radius, sometimes up to 30 if she's concentrating hard enough. This allows her to move within the cloud of mist without detection and also provides a blanket over sounds made within the clouded area, giving her allies the stealth they need to get by the enemy (or enemies). The cloud of mist/dust also suffocates enemies to a certain degree, giving Chrys and her allies another advantage over the enemies.
*[URL='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHjpOzsQ9YI']Crystallize[/URL]
Chrysalis surrounds herself in a cocoon of ice that briefly protects her from any and all outside projectile attacksand close ranged attacks that involve the use of fists and dull blades. For a few moments, she appears to be curled up into a ball within the ice, which speeds up the regeneration of her wounds, if she has any. Once she has been engulfed inside the ice for a minimum of five minutes, she breaks through the block of ice in a form that completely covers her entire body, giving her an increased amount of strength, durability, and stamina for a short span of time (10 minutes on average, 20 if she's pushing herself).
*[URL='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49tpIMDy9BE']Shatter[/URL]
Chrysalis absorbs all attacks or remains from her attacks into a compressed ball that she levitates between her hands for a controlled amount of time before she launches it towards a target, the small sphere about the size of a snow globe before it hits the ground and explodes into thousands of small ice shards (similar to icicles) that pierce everyone in the surrounding 10 foot radius to a severe degree.
*[URL='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inb8MMZ-QmA']Cage of Ice[/URL]
Chrysalis reaches down and touches the ground lightly with her fingertips, causing a light frost to spread across the ground and touch the feet of those in the area, granting her allies more speed while causing her enemies to be rooted in place as the ice grabs hold of their legs, keeping them held down to the ground until they are able to break out of the ice (the ice remains even when Chrys stops touching the ground with her fingertips, giving her time to escape or to make a move).
*[URL='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Boi6PfDeNg']Flight of the Enemy[/URL]
Water is within everyone, and thus it can be frozen. This ability requires the majority of Chrysalis' energy, allowing her to freeze the blood within a person and thus levitate them and do whatever she pleases with that particular target, including puppeteer them to do her bidding. However, they do turn blue after a certain point (maybe half an hour to an hour into it they begin suffering from frostbite).

[B]Passive[/B]
*Ice Manipulation
Chrysalis can manipulate ice without the presence of water. Ice is a part of her and always will be, regardless of water presence and temperature (although ice becomes pointless in extensive heat).
*Near Immortality
While she is not immortal, Chrysalis does have the racial ability to live a very long life and is immune to most illnesses. She can be killed, however, just as a human would be (significant wounds to the vital areas). However it [I]is[/I] harder to kill her with those wounds simply because of her regenerative health.
*Health Regeneration
She naturally heals faster than humans and the presence of ice speeds up the process.

[B][U]Weapons[/U][/B]
Since she is entirely magic based, she does not use weaponry other than the shards of ice she uses as claws on her fingers (the manipulation of ice comes completely naturally to her and is thus not a spell).

[B][U]Armor[/U][/B]
Her dress, while it may look fragile, is built with the strength of glaciers - it's made of incredibly hard, near-impenetrable ice that would weigh a normal human down by about 50 lbs., but feels light as a feather to her.

[B][U]Training[/U][/B]
Disregarding her status back in the Faerie Kingdom on Skyshard, Chrysalis trained under the best of soldiers in their army, learning how to utilize her powers to end lives quickly and without much bloodshed. Her mother was the leader of said soldiers and taught Chrysalis everything she knows. Three hundred years has given her plenty of opportunity to learn and utilize her knowledge. She knows everything about the anatomy of every species ever written into a book, and uses it against her opponents.

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[B][U]Hair Colour[/U][/B]
White

[B][U]Eye Colour[/U][/B]
Silver

[B][U]Skin Colour[/U][/B]
Incredibly Pale (almost white)

[B][U]Height[/U][/B]
5'1"

[B][U]Weight[/U][/B]
101 lbs.

[B][U]Scars/Tattoos[/U][/B]
Swirls that represent Chrysalis' maturation into a woman are present on her left and right arms, trailing down her bicep/tricep region. The female has no scars as of yet.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT][/RIGHT]
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Character Completion - 100%

I'll accept it despite the illegal amount of dandruff

 

[Anaxileah]

I'll accept it despite the illegal amount of dandruff

Wowww

 

[Federoff]

The Boy who Wasn't

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• 03
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• 05

• Character Introduction

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  I learned how to be more like what I am. It made me different, but stronger. I can feel more. I can help
  
  Full Name:
  Crow
  
  Alias:
  Crow
  
  Age:
  Unknown
  
  Gender:
  Male
  
  Sexuality:
  Unknown
  
  Race:
  Human(?)
  
  Birthplace:
  Unknown
  
  Role:
  Assassin
  
  Alignment:
  Neutral Good
  
  Relationships:
  None currently alive
  
  Goals:
  To help others, To help sooth the pain of others
  
  Fears:
  Crow's greatest fear is despair
  
  Strengths:
  - Agile
  - Stealthy
  - Empathetic
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  - Mentally underdeveloped
  - Social awkward
  - Glass Cannon
  
  
  Height:
  5'5
  
  Weight:
  Unknown
  
  Hair Style:
  Short and messy
  
  Hair Color:
  Dirty Blonde
  
  Eye Color:
  Teal
  
  Skin Color:
  Pale
  
  Body Type:
  Ectomorph
  
  Tattoo(s):
  None
  
  Scar(s):
  None
  
  

  
  
  

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  Words soothing, seething, saying. Like the tide pulling and turning. Water washing against the stone, smoothing, soothing...
  
  Likes:
  Helping others, Soothing pain, Animals, Protecting his friends, Nature
  
  Dislikes:
  Pain, Suffering, Guilt, Needless death, Templars, War
  
  
  Personality:
  Crow has had only one purpose in life, only one driving goal in his life. He does not remember how long it has been, he does not know how or why it happened. Crow himself is unsure of what exactly he is, and his unique set of abilities are unprecedented.
  
  What he does know however is that it is his purpose in life. Compassion: Mending the wounds, soothing the hurt, healing the suffering. He senses, he feels, he sympathizes, he helps. Like a light breeze, the young man drifts from town to town, listening to the emotions of those around him. He is impossible to detect or see without him wanting you to. While traveling he searches, searches for those in need of his help.
  
  When he finds someone in need of his help he enters their life. Comforting them, helping them release pain, dismissing fears and guilt. In but a few brief moments he takes in their pain and makes them happy, makes them whole again.
  
  Once his job is done Crow is forgotten about, and the gaping hole derived from pain is gone with him. He uses this ability to find people in the most painful moment of their lives and offers them comfort without hesitation, judgment, exception, or expectation of thanks. He is searching for his place in the world; an ally to those who wish to help others.
  
  
  Accompanying his compassionate spirit follows his naive nature. Despite how long and how far he has traveled Crow still remains ignorant of many things in the world, although he is better off than when he started all those years ago.
  
  Things such as his views of what is right or wrong and how he can help have certainly evolved: but things such as his understanding of more complex emotions, knowledge of culture, and social concepts still elude him to this day.
  
  He is essentially the mind of a child within a body of an adult. Both in how he looks, thinks, and acts. He can be considered quite rash as he tends not to think when speaking or acting. Doing whatever comes to mind.
  
  Also, Crow can easily be distracted by the environment around him when someone is trying to talk to him, usually listening to the pain instead of looking around. Although sometimes it will be because of the actual surroundings. When he is surrounded by wildlife this tends to be the case as he absolutely adores animals.
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
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  It's like looking at the world from the other side. Far away but real
  
  Weapons:
  Crow keeps two daggers of hardened steel, able to withstand all forms of punishment (within reason). When his daggers break he may reform them but that does take time.
  
  
  Armor:
  The main bulk of Crow's armor is the leather trench coat that covers his entire body, it's texture and thickness consist of medium armor. Underneath his leather coat is a simple gray cotton shirt, brown cotton pants, and blue socks.
  
  He also wears a light leather hat with a metal top. He doesn't know why he wears this but he knows he likes wearing it.
  
  
  Magic Items:
  None
  
  Consumables:
  None
  
  
  Clothing:
  Hat
  
  Misc:
  None
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  “He is a ghost in the shadows, walking unnoticed through crowds. He can slit an enemy's throat before they even realize he's there, and slip away, never to be seen again. Those few who do notice him soon forget he ever existed... and Crow isn't certain that he does exist.”
  
  Class:
  Assassin
  
  
  Skills:
  Sense&Tamper-
  Crow is a sensitive individual who only wishes to help those in pain. He can sense the emotions of those around him, and both the memories and past thoughts associated with those emotions.
  
  Along with being able to sense emotions and memories he can also somewhat tamper, or gray out, certain parts of memories in which he is involved in.
  
  This power allows him to enter into someone's life, help them in the ways in which only he can, and then disappear from their life without them remembering who helped them. Say that your hungry so he gives you an apple.
  
  The only thing he can alter in the equation of you getting an apple is the from him part. So you will remember being hungry and getting an apple, however your memory will be fuzzy on how you get the apple.
  
  This power will not work on everyone however. For starters, he can only alter the memories of those in which he has tried to help recently. He can also not use this during combat, as it requires him to concentrate on the memories rather than the fighting, or on strong-willed people, as his power only works on the weaker-minded.
  
  He may also struggle with tampering them if either him or the person he is targeting have made a strong enough bond with the opposite.
  
  
  
  Vanish-
  As stated before Crow possesses the power to be undetectable to the normal person, however during combat or when confronting more sensitive individuals that is not enough.
  
  When Crow uses this ability his presence is cloaked in a camouflage-like state for a brief period of time. His movements and actions are to remain limited if he wishes to stay in this state. He will reappear when he either performs an attack, his he moves around to much, a few seconds pass, or he is taken out of stealth.
  
  Additionally, his next attack will cut deeper, causing them to bleed out in pain and take additional damage.
  
  
  Cloak of Shadows-
  Crow leads his chosen allies into the shadows, pulling them away from the battle and into safety for a brief period of time and causing them to enter the same sort of camouflage he does during combat.
  
  For every ally he submerges into stealth the shorter the duration of the ability becomes. All allies gain bonus damage to their next attack.
  
  
  Twin Claws-
  Crow leaps through the shadows to his target and deals damage to it, his daggers cutting deep and causing the target to bleed out.
  
  Additionally, this move deals additional damage if he manages to flank the target.
  
  
  Knockout bomb-
  Crow hurls a powerful concoction that puts nearby enemies to sleep. Enemies sleeping take additional damage from any source. The stronger this ability becomes the less likely enemies will wake up upon initial damage.
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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NOTHING

Health

100

Skills

Sense&Temper

Vanish

Cloak of Shadows

Knockout bomb

Twin Claws

 

[Federoff]

The Steel Dragon

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• 04
• 05

• Character Introduction

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  Full Name:
  Guinevere
  
  Alias:
  The Steel Dragon
  
  Age:
  27
  
  Gender:
  Female
  
  Sexuality:
  Demisexual
  
  Race:
  Human
  
  Birthplace:
  Oweumont
  
  Role:
  Gladiator, Champion, Soldier, Warrior
  
  Alignment:
  Lawful Good
  
  Relationships:
  Lord DeRosso- Master
  
  Goals:
  1. To create a new system in which slaves are both free, and prospering
  2. To go out in the world the same way she came in, kicking and screaming and covered in someone else's blood.
  
  Fears:
  1. Fears accepting and expressing her deeper emotions
  2. Dying alone
  3. Demons
  4. Insanity
  
  Strengths:
  - Powerful
  - Fierce
  - Resilient
  - Loyal
  
  Weaknesses:
  - Obedient
  - Socially inept
  - Willpower
  
  Height:
  5'8
  
  Weight:
  140 IB
  
  Hair Style:
  Long, Wavy
  
  Hair Color:
  Chestnut Brown
  
  Eye Color:
  Gunmetal Blue
  
  Skin Color:
  Tanned
  
  Body Type:
  Mesomorph-
  Muscular and well-built, with a high metabolism and responsive muscle cells.
  
  Tattoo(s):
  Tattooed upon each shoulder is the family symbol of her owner
  
  Scar(s):
  - Three claw mark across most of her face
  - A multitude of whip lashes on her back
  - Slash wounds pepper her arms
  - Arrow wound in the middle of her left leg
  - Deep scar running down her sternum and curving down and to the right.
  
  

  
  
  

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  Likes:
  Hitting things, Fighting, Sparing, Training, Food (specifically meat and fish), Coliseums, Bars
  
  Dislikes:
  Not hitting things, Vegetables, Not hitting things, Flirting, Anything that reminds her of slavery (Chains, Binds, Whips, etc...), Nobles, Not hitting things, Demons. Not hitting things
  
  
  Personality:
  Guinevere is described as humorous, dismissive, and a natural charismatic leader, but she struggles with being a fish out of water. Even though she has been better off than most of her fellow people, she has still been raised up as a slave. She is obedient and loyal to a fault, never questioning her orders even when diving into gray moral areas, and always ready to serve.
  
  She knows there is more to life but she fears the uncertainty of change and so has decided to be content with her days within the pits. While in combat though her leadership skills shine through, becoming a whole new person. Considered to be a genius on the battlefield there's no battle or fight that can't be won when The Steel Dragon is involved.
  
  Despite her tendencies to let others lead, Guinevere is a natural leader when she does. Her natural talent in warfare and combat, due to years of fighting in the pits, help her command respect on the battlefield. The main reason she is respected by all those she has fought alongside, however, is her style of leadership. On the battlefield, she is just a fellow soldier. She leads and fights from the front, knows how to treat others, and is willing to listen to any idea if it might win them the battle.
  
  Those soldiers who have fought alongside her during the siege of Oweumont insists that she has a great personality for leading troops but she'll insist otherwise. She wins the respect of those she fights alongside and instills fear into those she fights against.
  
  During combat, many of her chains come off and she lets loose, whether it just be simple training and sparring or actual battles, and she relaxes more. The Steel Dragon won't shy away from cracking a few jokes or fondly remembering how she decapitated five guys with one swing (she enjoys battle a bit too much).
  
  During normal daily life and activities however, she retreats back into her shell once again, only staying outside if she is around those she is comfortable with and becomes a wallflower. Her years of abuse have left her mentally insecure and causing her to be a wallflower in the company of others.
  
  This doesn't show for a lot of people however. She used to performing for both nobles and commoners alike. She can act boisterous and act talk like a real drunken sailor, but deep down she is uncomfortable during idle hours or during softer moments, fearing that something may cause her harm will appear at any second, and so will try to stay away from others and stick to her training.
  
  Guinevere is a warrior through and through. This is obvious by the way she acts. She is straightforward and to the point, she doesn't believe in dancing around the problem or situation at hand. She sees something that needs to be done and she does it. She prefers simple solutions, often joking about how people can/should just hit out their problems, and hates it when people dillydally.
  
  She gets frustrated over simple things, although rarely gets angry, and has a hard time expressing her emotions to others. Being enslaved for all her life has made quite an impact on her. She knows nothing different than endless servitude and pain. This has shaped her views on the world as a whole, believing that despite their being so many flaws and evils within their current society they do need a system to function. And unless they can implant a new and improved system to replace the old then they shouldn't change.
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
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  History:
  From the moment Guinevere was born her whole life was already laid out for her. Born as a slave to Lord DeRosso, Guinevere would have a life of nothing but hardship and social ostracism from the rest of the world. Growing up she learned how to be an obedient slave. She learned how to greet guests, how to show respect to her superiors (which consisted of everyone), how to do daily tasks, and every other skill a slave needed to know to please their master.
  
  For the first 7 years of her life, she managed to avoid the ire of her master, keeping close to her mother as she performed the duties assigned to her. Sometimes she was on laundry duty, sometimes it was meal preparation, and sometimes still it was personal assignment (in where she would simply follow Lord DeRosso and await instruction).
  
  Her duties changed daily, as did for most of the other slaves. Each category of duties he assigned one or two, depending on how big and important the task was, as permanent workers while the other slaves rotated so all his slaves would know how to do everything without asking. She would follow her strict slave schedule or risk punishment. Which usually involved whipping, public humiliation, or other forms of punishment to secure obedience and show dominance.
  
  
  Once she reached about 8 or 9, however, the young Guinevere began to develop and show different traits than her fellow slaves. She began to be more unruly, talking back and messing up commands. Each time this happened she would be beaten into submission. Sometimes it was with a whip, sometimes it was just his bare hands.
  
  The whip was more common however as it brought upon the most pain to the receiver. Most of her mistakes were little; folding a piece of laundry wrong, messing up a plate of food. The smallest step out of line would be punished. However at one point, she would cross a fine line for Lord DeRosso.
  
  During one of his house parties, a common event in where nobles show off their wealth to each other and try and win favors for themselves, she had messed up on several orders of food from the guests. This type of behavior reflects poorly upon the host and usually ends with weeks of social reprehension.
  
  After the party had ended he immediately summoned the child to his chambers in where he beat and scolded the child, warning her of the consequences of her actions. She would be accompanying her to the pits the next day. Her mother tried to stop it from happening but she ended up being locked away with the most difficult tasks DeRosso could think of.
  
  Upon waking up the next morning she was taken to the fighting pits of Oweumont as promised. Forced to watch as slaves, criminals, prisoners, and anyone else fight to the death. Lord DeRosso held her down and forced the gruesome sight of carnage and bloodshed upon the girl.
  
  "If you do not behave and do as your told then you may end up fighting for your life here little girl. Do you understand me? Filth like you are meant to serve the powerful. If you cannot do even the simplest of tasks then we will find other ways to make use out of you. For our entertainment of course"
  
  The noble explained to the young Guinevere what may lie in store for her if she fails to serve him adequately. Terrified and shocked she nodded in understanding to her master. Her wide eyes never left the arena as man after man and animal after animal fought for their lives. On the surface, she was paralyzed with fear.
  
  But deep down she felt something churning in her stomach. Rushes of adrenaline churned in her stomach as she watched. DeRosso smiled at this. Perhaps now she would behave. After the morning fights were over she was hauled back to his estate and was set back to work. For several days and nights, she was dismissive and quiet, not even speaking to her mother.
  
  Guinevere couldn't explain what she was feeling but something struck a cord with her back in the arena. She was absolutely terrified at the thought of the arena but at the same time, she felt excited and alive.
  
  As the days passed DeRosso assigned Guinevere to more and more tasks as he viewed her silent obedience as a positive change form before. Soon she would become his personal slave, accompanying him during his day and serving on his every whim. Which also meant serving any guest he may have present.
  
  He continued to expose her to the violence and fighting of the famed Oweumont fighting pits, considered to be one of the most renown fighting pits in the world, and forced her to watch while she fed him and shaded him. As time went on, however, her terror of the pits faded and she not only became acquainted with the scene but obsessed.
  
  The young girl watched the fighters carefully and studied their techniques. While back at the estate she replicated and practiced those moves whenever she had the chance. Sometimes it was late at night when all she had was a stick and her imagination, and sometimes it was when she was polishing her master's sword and armor after a day of sword play with his fellow nobles.
  
  A common sport amongst them. Lord DeRosso took note of how she became fascinated with the fighting pits but never really acted on it as it didn't interfere with her work. However that changed after one day he found her playing with his personal weaponry after giving it to her for polishing and maintenance.
  
  Calling her a filthy wrench he reached for his whip to strike at his slave but before he could a friend of his stopped him from doing so. Instead he insisted to give her a chance to show them what she could accomplish and hesitantly he accepted. There she sparred with the other noble, Lord Alexander, and in an impressive feat she not only held her ground but nearly tagged him a few times.
  
  Despite her frail frame and enslaved status she fought decently well, using tactics and techniques she had observed being used by the pit fighters and her master. Impressed Alexander advised DeRosso to not give up this golden opportunity. "You could earn some coin and influence from her if you trained her and raised her" Alexander spoke to DeRosso. He agreed and the very next day they begun her training.
  
  For the next two yeas she accompanied DeRosso to the pits on a regular basis. However this time not as a mindless slave but as a student. She was to study and learn from the fighters, writing down (to the best of her abilities) what she learned. A great many things changed in her life. Instead of her normal slave duties she would be accompanying Lord DeRosso and learn how to wield a sword and shield.
  
  She would be put on a better diet then what she had before. Eating three times a day and dining on foods that promoted quick muscle growth to fill her fragile frame. Most of her time was dedicated to practicing her sword play and developing the needed muscles and endurance to be successful in the pits. She quickly developed within the time given and was soon ready for the pits.
  
  She would make her debut in the pits at the young age of 13. In her first match she would fight against 7 other fighters, made up of slaves, criminals, and soldiers. Within this group was Calazar the brutal, a crowd favorite know for his violence and brutality when fighting.
  
  The other slaves were quickly dealt with and the match ultimately came down to Calazar and Guinevere. Both of them fought with all they had with Guinevere barely winning, pulling off a fluke decapitation at the last second. Not only did she win her first match but she was able to not only beat but kill one of the crowd favorites. This upset stirred the crowd into a frenzy as she fell unconscious, some where cheering while others were booing.
  
  Pleasde with the outcome Lord DeRosso retreated back to his estate with both his prize money and his slave. She woke up to a surprise as Lord DeRosso had not only had her treated but a feast prepared in her name. This was the true start of her life. She was given the stage name "The Steel Dragon" to match her her tenacity and sheer power. This soon turned into her real name as her previous past soon slipped away.
  
  Guinevere was entered into match after match. She would barely win in the beginning as she was still young and inexperienced. However as she continued to fight she continued to improve. She soon started to grow not only in skill but in popularity. Soon she had her own fans cheering her on. Every time she stepped foot in the arena she heard her named chanted by many in the crowd, stirring her blood and pushing her to do better.
  
  After four years she climbed all the way to fight the, now previously, champion of the pits. Daevos; renown for his skills in close combat and the fact that he rode into battle on a bear. The battle lasted for what seemed to be an eternity. The crowd were left on the edges of their seats, cheering for their warrior and booing for the opposition.
  
  The battle raged back and forth for at least an hour, ending with Guinevere defeating not only Daevos but also his mighty steed as well. In the end the crowd roared in excitement as the previous "champion of the pits" had been defeated by a simple slave girl. She soon became a celebrity after this moment, her and her master being invited to party after party.
  
  It was considered an honor for them to be at a party, and this brought not only great power to Lord DeRosso but also great pride. He awarded Guinevere for her hard work, revoking many of the slave burdens from her for as long as she kept fighting. And kept fighting she did. For the next ten years she dominated the pits, hundreds if not thousands traveling from all over the kingdom to either watch her fight or to fight against her.
  
  She has since become renown in the fighting world for her strength and ferocity in combat. So much so that she has been asked to join in several military operations whenever something big came up. Only twice did DeRosso allow her into the field of war. This would be during the Siege of Oweumont, her first true taste of war, and during the Civil War. Both times she fought alongside the soldiers as equals, leading them to victory time and again.
  
  The Steel Dragon now resides comfortably within the Oweumont fighting pits, spending her days fighting away to please the ever growing crowd of fans. Bringing in money to the city and influence to DeRosso. Her status of slave now hidden away from the rest of the world.
  
  

  
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  Weapons:
  Guinevere's weaponry is a simple one. She keeps her trust long Broad Sword, usually using both hands to wield it as it gives her more control and strength in her swings.
  
  When she feels she needs some added defense she brings out a simple steel shield to change up the playing field. Despite keeping only a sword and shield on her, however, she is still more than capable of using just about any weapon she finds on the battlefield. Her least favorite is the bow and spear, but does enjoy using bludgeons and scourges .

  
  
  

  
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  Guinevere is a simple soldier who doesn't need anything fancy. She wears standard-issued armor used by the military to keep herself protected during combat, but is slightly modified for better use in the arena.
  
  Aside from the standard stuff, she also adorned by a war horn, made from the horn of an actual dragon, and a fur cloak, used to keep herself warm. It is made from the bear of Daevos she killed back in her earlier years.​

  
  

  
  Magic Items:
  Dragon Horn-
  A horn crafted from dragon scale and hide, it still holds some residual magic from it's dragonic form.
  
  
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  Class:
  Warrior

  
  
  

  
  Skills:
  Mighty blow(Quick Jab):
  The Steel Dragon delivers a powerful attack that crumples foes, leaving them knocked down for a short duration. She deals additional damage to targets already knocked down.
  
  If this ability is used while she is using her sword in one had this attack instead becomes a quick jab with the hilt that deals less damage, but is harder to dodge.​

  
  

  
  Minus Strike:
  Guinevere gladly gives her own life to vanquish her foes, turning her own wounds into a source of power. Minus strike is a powerful attack that only gets stronger the more injured she becomes, drawing upon the strength she gains from combat.​

  
  

  
  Adversity:
  Combat is where Guinevere feels most at home, she has become a natural soldier after years of experience fighting and killing. For each wound Guinevere sustains, for each time she is hit Guinevere becomes stronger and deals more damage.​

  
  
  

  War Horn:
  Using the horn adorned on her armor she unleashes a ground shaking roar, inspiring fear in her enemies and inspiration in her allies. All allies gain the strength to fight harder, gaining temporary health, while her foes are left panicked and paralyzed with fear.​

  
  

  
  Blaze of Glory:
  Guinevere unleashes a chain of powerful swipes and slashes at the enemy, attacking them from anywhere between 3-5 time. Enemies take additional damage for each consecutive hit landed. This attack always begins with a powerful thrust.
  
  
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NOTHING

Health

100

Skills

Mighty Blow/Quick Jab

Minus Strike

Horn of Valor

Adversity

Blaze of Glory

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

Appearance Details

Hair
Silver in color; Waist length and slightly curly; almost always left in a high bun to make sure it doesn't get in her way

Eye colour
Blue

Skin colour
Mocha Brown

Height
5'5

Scars/Tattoos

Spoiler

Weight
125lbs

Other

Personal Details

Name
Estella Haleth

Race
Wood Elf

Age
222

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Profession
Ranger for the Resistance

Other

Skills/Abilities

Class
Stealthy Archer

Element
Shadows

Spells
Animal Allegiance
Any animal that comes in contact with Estella will not attack. They become aligned with each other and she can send them on tasks and such. She can also become linked to them, however, this takes a ton of energy to do so it isn't done as much.

Shadow Cloak
With shadow cloak, as long as she's within or near a shadow she becomes practically invisible. You can't hear her movements or see her shadow. Doesn't really work during the day time, but she still manages.

Healing Abilities
Estella can heal almost any injury, as long as they are in a spring of water and the moon is out. She cannot bring people back from the dead, though she can bring them back from the brink of death. This also takes a lot from her so she can become very weary.

Weapons
Bow and Arrow
Daggers
Garrote
Small Swords

Armor
Light Armor that helps with her sneaking.

Training
Archery
Swordsmanship
Hand-To-Hand
Meditation
Healing
Lockpicking


Other

Character Details

Personality
Estella is known for her intensity. She's a determined girl that absolutely throws herself into whatever she does, never moving on until she finishes. However, she doesn't like being forced to do anything. You have to make it sound like something she'd want to do. She has a mind of her own, always trying to do more than what she was tasked with. Perhaps even trying to do too much more than what she was tasked with.

The young elf has plenty of willpower, being able to sit and wait to get whatever it is she wants when the moment is right. She has a knack for timing things correctly and she knows it. She's very calculative and can often come up with a plan quickly and pull it off. Her mind doesn't always work the way everyone else's does, giving her an edge in this department.

She never gives up. She's not really intimidated by anybody or anything, either making her really brave or really stupid. She isn't the type of person to share her life story with you but, if you ever get close enough, you'll probably be in awe at all she's gone through. Trauma seems to follow her wherever she goes and in her eyes, it only makes her stronger.

When it comes to the social aspect of her life, she's a tough nut to crack. She won't tell you about herself unless you ask and even still, her answers can be kind of vague. She doesn't trust people easily and it can really show when she fights along side them. As a defense mechanism, she may use flirty tactics to try and distract you from getting too close. She's a pretty girl and will use it to her advantage. If one does manage to get close, she'll always care about them and will do any and everything in her power to make sure they're okay.

Strengths
Accuracy
Calculative
Alchemy Skills
Convincing

Weaknesses
Naive
Men
Moonless Nights
Too eager to please others

Likes
The Moon
Water
Grapes
Singing

Dislikes
People
Rules
Tradition
Manipulators

History
Estella's birth was an interesting one. She belonged to a noble family of elves who always had a problem conceiving a child. Once they had, their hearts were broken to find out she was still-born. One of the maids had taken her to a spring of water while the moon was shining and it seemed to have brought her back. She was now, in some sort of way, connected to the moon, it being the source of her powers.

Growing up, her life wasn't all that difficult. She was taught the things that would come in handy for her, it all having to do with fighting. Her father and mother both had difficulty deciding what to teach her, therefore her father taught her combative skills and her mother more lady-like things like art and dance and such. It wasn't until the Silver Legion took over that things took a turn for the worst.

Her parents were killed in the cross fire of it all, leaving her alone and with no choice but to join the resistance. From then on, she worked hard to avenge her family's death. She became one of the best and most notable rangers, due to the poisons she liked to mix up. Until she avenges them, she doesn't think she can move on and be a happier person.

Relationships
N/A

Goals
To avenge her family

Fears
Failure

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[Morgrim]

Discord - Free voice and text chat for gamers That is the discord in case either of you are curious.

 

[Federoff]

Local Tavern

• Welcome
• Beeramar
• Menu
• Specials

• The Dragons Rest

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  “A place for all in service here,
  To rest, recoup, and persevere.
  Though weighs the heart, remember best,
  Your saving grace, the Dragon's Rest.”

  
  
  
  
  

  The Dragon's Rest tavern is a place for soldiers and other members of the city to gather, relax, and recuperate after a long day of work. Known for it's wide selection of vintages and simple meals, it's no wonder why the Dragon's Rest is a fan favorite among locals. Whether your looking for a good meal, a drink to end the day, or to drink yourself into a stupor; anyone and everyone is welcome in this tavern.​

  
  

  
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  Name:
  Beeramar Ironfist
  
  Alias:
  The Bartender
  
  Age:
  50
  
  Species:
  Dwarf
  
  Gender:
  Male
  
  Alignment:
  Neutral
  
  Job:
  Bartender and owner of Dragon's Rest
  
  Personality:
  Beeramar is a simple man with a simple life. To everyone that doesn't know him he comes off as an rough, hard-ass that doesn't care. However those that know him, they know the truth. He is just a hard-ass that doesn't take shit from anyone. Glib in nature, his words and way of speaking are often insincere and shallow promises. Despite this, however, his words are often contradicted by his actions as they depict him as a bartender that actually cares about his patrons. Even if he doesn't like to admit it.
  
  History:
  “If I could fight, I'd be in a helmet. If I was a mage, I'd throw fire. And probably be dead. But I can't do anything. Just like the hundreds of people who can't do anything, who make sure the thousands who can do something, can do it.”

  
  
  

  Not much is known about Beeramar as he tends to keep his past to himself. What little we do know comes from tales of tourists meeting Beeramar for the first time. What we know for certain is: That his life was uneventful, he has no formal training to speak of, and that the Dragon's Rest was his way of making a living for himself. Some people question the suspicious nature of his past while others just give up about learning about him, either way the dwarf continues on with his profession. Some speculate that he is funded by a wealthy noble or businessman from Oweumont, but nothing has been proven so far.
  
  
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• "If you've the gold, taste, or bottles for it, I have it"

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  Drinks:
  Ale:
  3 coppers
  
  Cold Ale:
  10 coppers
  
  Wine:
  1 Silver
  
  Brandy:
  1 silver
  
  
  Foods:
  Bread and cheese:
  2 coppers
  
  Add Ram Meat:
  2 Coppers
  
  Turnip and mutton pie:
  3 coppers
  
  Fish:
  3 coppers
  
  Stew:
  4 coppers
  
  Plate of "Wyvern Wings:"
  5 coppers
  
  Wyvern steak:
  2 gold
  
  

  
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• "Freshly shipped and the finest taste"

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  Drinks:
  
  Chasind Sack Mead:
  7 1 Silver (Mead, Local Favorite) [ON SALE]
  A brutishly strong honey liquor, reminiscent of warm summer days, apple blossoms on the wind, with an unexpected aftertaste of Father going off to war, never to return. Bitter, to say the least.
  
  
  Drijenoulv's Backcountry Reserve:
  5 Gold ( Wine, Limited)
  Likely dropped to avoid seizure by authorities, or because of seizure due to drinking it. Drijenoulv' only brewed this brand for 20 years, killed when the vapors in his beard spontaneously combusted.
  
  
  Golden Scythe 4:90 Black:
  5 Gold (Ale, Limited)
  This battlefield spirit maintains a chill even in direct sunlight, which it appears to absorb. Optimal serving is by the drop. Contact with exposed flesh is discouraged, but likely inevitable.
  
  
  Legacy White Shear:
  2 Gold (Whiskey, Rare)
  Peculiar and rare, a single run of this spirit took color and what has been optimistically called flavor from aether rock in the cask's bilge hoop. A sipping whisky if you value your innards. -Sevri T.E.
  
  
  Sun Blonde Vint. 1:
  7 Gold (Wine, Limited)
  Oweumont-brewed for a very discreet clientele, and strong enough to fluster a Tranquil. An almost weightless spirit best served with a powdering of catsbane as a flavor enhancer and antidote.
  
  
  Aqua Magus:
  6 Silver (Ale)
  Hails from Elnthyr, fine spirits infused with a bit of refined aether. Potentially fatal if ingested in quantity.
  
  
  Dragon Piss:
  10 Copper (???)
  The name is probably figurative, but no one knows for sure.
  
  
  Jakuul's Lava Burst:
  7 Gold (Ale, Limited)
  "It tastes like burning." Brewed exclusively in Cassarak. First sip kills the nerves you your throat, second sip sets them on fire, Third sip you taste the fire.
  
  
  Midar's Epic Single Malt:
  3 Silver (Whiskey, Local Favorite)
  This whisky is older than any god and smoother than elven baby-butt.
  
  
  West Hill Brandy:
  5 Silver (Brandy)
  Notes of black currant with a honeysuckle finish. Also, tastes like brandy.
  
  
  Flames of Our Lady:
  4 Gold (Cabernet Sauvignon)
  A wine with hues that range from blood to fire, always in that order. In the South, take a single draught, shout, "She is with us," and throw the remainder into a fireplace. In the North, draw steel and march.
  
  
  Silent Plains Piquette:
  6 Gold (Piquette, Rare)
  An artisanal treatment of a slave wine. Grape pomace is soaked and pressed, then buried for a year under the wastes where a dragon once fell. One assumes. They keep finding the stuff.
  
  
  Finale By Massaad:
  100 Gold (Ale, Limited)
  The last bottling from the legendary vintners of landfall before lands were divided. Tears on the glass as slow as the turning of a reluctant heir, as quick on the tongue as words that can't be unsaid.
  
  
  Butterbile 7:84:
  7 5 Gold (Whiskey)
  A hard liquor that is not so much served as it is brandished. Coarse and indifferent, it is to your taste, or it is not. The failing is yours if you cannot raise—or lower—to the challenge of a distiller told not to.
  
  
  Vint. 9 Rowan's Rose:
  7 3 Gold (Pinot Noir) [ON SALE]
  Delicate to the nose, comfort to the tongue, and, strangely, a half-remembered whisper to the ears. It is described as—and inspires—a wistful spirit. A vintner's opus.
  
  
  Absence:
  4 Silver (Chardonnay)
  "I am aware of how to spell it. This bottling reflects my wish that the current crop of behatted self-styled cads would disappear. I preferred la fée verte as spirit, not affectation. " —Distiller Amarion Ziao
  
  
  Oweumont's Sip-Sip:
  10 4 Gold (Ale) [ON SALE]
  Careful, this one's mean. Attic-raised mean. Popular among highborn who wish to seem dangerous, but more at home grasped by the neck by those who actually are.
  
  
  Carnal, 8:69:
  1 Silver 10 Copper (Wine) [ON SALE]
  An Oweumont liqueur for the daring, or those who wish to seem so. Said to enhance sensation. And at the bottom, an erotically carved peach pit. The design is plain, but the bottler assures that the act of carving was scandalous.
  
  
  Abyssal Peach:
  7 Copper (Ale, if you can call it that)
  Not so much filtered as dredged. Should be kept in a cold, dark place. Also locked. Forgotten as well, if one is wise.
  
  
  Dounderoolm Zadzomrelda's Bathtub Boot Screech:
  2 Silver (Brandy)
  If you can read this, you haven't drunk it.
  
  Dwarven Ale:
  3 Silver (Ale)
  For the dwarves who want a real drink in a human city. No elves or humans allowed.
  
  
  
  Foods:
  Roasted Nug:
  3 Silver
  Some type of Roasted animal from a far away land, kinda tastes like chicken
  
  Stew of the day:
  10 Copper
  Stew of the day, changes daily.
  
  Ellanor Cake:
  20 Copper
  Freshly made cake from the bakery down the street.
  
  Chocolate Dragon Cookies:
  5 Silver
  Chocolate cookies in the shapes of dragons, shipped directly from Oweumont.
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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"If you find any rare brew, don't hesitate to find me. I'll buy at a higher price then anyone else"

 

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

Appearance

Personal Details

Name: Lasiol Novom

Race: Changling

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Profession: Thief turned circus performer

Other: None


Skills/Abilities

Class: Acrobatic brawler

Element: Deception

Spells-
Change form - more a natural ability than a spell. She can take the form of any humanoid creature.
Darkvision - Another natural ability of the black eyed changlings. Their eyes can adjust themselves to see perfectly in any level of light.

Weapons: She has a pair of steel gauntlets she used to add some power to her punches, she's dangerous enough with her bare fists

Armor: "Contortionists Touch" Is a set of fairly normal set of workers attire, its simplicity helps with changing into either gender. Its enchantment help her flexibility, allowing her to contort her body in more ways to help her hide in places.

Training: Not much professional training, its all skills she's picked up. Apart from her acrobatic skills, she was taught those in the circus. However she's skill a good fist fighter, and can hold her own against foes with weapons and shields.

Other: She has 2 fake doves on her waist. These used to belong the old ringleader. He had a trick where he would "bring them to life" of course it was a slight of the hand trick. She keeps them as a memento.

Appearance Details

Hair color: White

Eye color: Black

Skin color: White

Height: 5 foot 2

Scars/Tattoos: None

Weight: 80 kilograms

Other: Her hair is normally always messy when shes not taken another form.

Character Details

Personality: Lasiol is a pretty laid back person when she's not doing anything important. She generally believes in a calm and relaxed, albeit slightly lazy way of living , when it comes to ones free time. However she is very much dedicated when it comes to ones work or how they actually make it in life. She believes in a "work hard, play harder" mentality. You work hard on what you do and do whatever you feel like doing in your free time. So overall she's a socially calm and laid back person, as well as energetic. Whether this has anything to do with her tomboyish nature is up for debate.

When she's in public she doesn't act out of line, preferring to just let people go about their day. But if she see's something she deems to be out of line then she'll step in to help. She has a certain disdain for nobility, not a hatred, because she doesn't like basing the actions of a few on many, apart from the legion. She has a soft spot for the poor and downtrodden, as she knows what it feels like to be in their place. For all her more calm points however she can be very confrontational when she wants to be. Whether its someone fighting with words after boasting about something or just generally being incredibly annoying. Once again however, she isn't a cruel person, she loves a good time in a local tavern, be it drinking, dancing or both.

Strengths
Highly skilled in hand to hand combat, can hold her own without conventional weapons.
Quick on her feet, given her past as a circus performer she's learned how to move fast, to keep the crowd entertained. She ties this in with her hand to hand combat.
Amicable, she's friendly and easy to talk to, if not a little extravagant.
Weaknesses (Same number as strengths)
Bit of a short temper, she can get fed up a little easily.
Short combat range, she has to get up close and personal.
Unarmored, she has to wear little armor as its shape could get in the way of her transformations, so she chooses to wear more loose clothing.
Likes
-Drinking
-Dancing and singing
-Brawling
-Merciful people

Dislikes
-People who fight with words
-Picking on the poor and downtrodden
-Elitists
-Zealots, she doesn't hate religion however.
-Being flirted with

History: Lasiol was born in a fairly large town down the way from Grim Hallow. She never knew her biological parents, even her adoptive parents knew little of them. Apparently Lasiol was just found as a baby on the outside of town, the coat she was draped in to keep her warm was speckled with blood however. Her "adoptive" parents where not the most pleasant people, what with the mother being a woman of the knight and the father being a drunken militia man who fancied himself an actual soldier.

Her parents knew full well of Lasiol's abilities. They would tell her to take the form of other local children in order to steal things, as their family was poor. She however did not enjoy this, as the other children would often get in trouble for actions they didn't do. Her mother even planned that once Lasiol came of age she would be taken to the brothel. Advertised as an "Exotic Girl". However, the worst thing by far was the abuse she suffered at the hands of her father. On many occasions her father would come home drunk and take out a knife and threaten Lasiol with it. Holding it to her large, black eyes and saying "Maybe i should cut out the big pieces of onyx and sell them". Her mother did very little to stop it, only being concerned that it would make her less pretty for the brothel. This is the reason she hates using knives.

However, eventually Lasiol's salvation would come in the form of a travelling circus. For by this time Lasiol had turned back to thievery, using her abilities to steal from others. She would often turn into travelers, so they wouldn't be around long enough to feel the wrath of the locals. Of course when she saw the circus come to town she saw an opportunity. A circus was bound to have gold or other valuable items with them. She saw the ringleader, she was an elf. She took his form and snuck by everyone without question.

She eventually found the strongbox, however she didn't have the key. Shortly after this a voice rang out behind her. "Looking for this?" the elf said, swinging a key around his finger. She gave up and dropped her disguise. Before she could raise her fists, or even speak, the elf interrupted her. Offering her a position in the circus. She would be a godsend, all she need was an outfit and she could just change her body to fit the role. They would teach her the ropes and the acrobatics. She thought for a moment. This place was here home, but it was still a hellhole. She agreed, and didn't look back.

She lived with the circus for the majority of her life. She came to form a string bond with the other performers and the circus became fairly wealthy, travelling around and performing for whoever would watch. However, one year they had to pass by Ellanor, the silver city. They knew the dangers of doing so, when a good half of the circus wasn't human. Their fears where confirmed when some knights of the silver legion chased them. Rather than running, the circus put on a final show. They fought the knights with every bit of fervor they had. The strongman, being an orc helped greatly. But one by one the performers fell. In the end it was just Lasiol and the Ringleader. The elf put his hands on Lasiols shoulders and told her "Run, as long as you live, the show goes on". She did as he said and ran.

Now, she spends most of her days wandering, or getting jobs in local taverns, performing or working as a waiter from time to time.

Relationships: N/A

Goals
-To survive in the world generally
-Avenge her friends
Fears
-Failing those she loves and cares about
-Being threatened at knife/dagger point
Other:
She has a habit of giving people nicknames, whether they like it or not.
She's sneaky, not stealthy. her past as a thief had made her a good sneak. but she cant do things like kill people or sabotage things quietly. Only hide and and steal stuff.
At one point in her life she resorted to mugging people, but she would never use a knife, it reminded her of her father. So instead she used her fists.

 

[Morgrim]

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Appearance
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Personal Details

Name: Lasiol Novom

Race: Changling

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Profession: Thief turned circus performer

Other: None


Skills/Abilities

Class: Acrobatic brawler

Element: Deception

Spells-
Change form - more a natural ability than a spell. She can take the form of any humanoid creature.
Darkvision - Another natural ability of the black eyed changlings. Their eyes can adjust themselves to see perfectly in any level of light.

Weapons: She has a pair of steel gauntlets she used to add some power to her punches, she's dangerous enough with her bare fists
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Armor: "Contortionists Touch" Is a set of fairly normal set of workers attire, its simplicity helps with changing into either gender. Its enchantment help her flexibility, allowing her to contort her body in more ways to help her hide in places.

Training: Not much professional training, its all skills she's picked up. Apart from her acrobatic skills, she was taught those in the circus. However she's skill a good fist fighter, and can hold her own against foes with weapons and shields.

Other: She has 2 fake doves on her waist. These used to belong the old ringleader. He had a trick where he would "bring them to life" of course it was a slight of the hand trick. She keeps them as a memento.

Appearance Details

Hair color: White

Eye color: Black

Skin color: White

Height: 5 foot 2

Scars/Tattoos: None

Weight: 80 kilograms

Other: Her hair is normally always messy when shes not taken another form.

Character Details

Personality: Lasiol is a pretty laid back person when she's not doing anything important. She generally believes in a calm and relaxed, albeit slightly lazy way of living , when it comes to ones free time. However she is very much dedicated when it comes to ones work or how they actually make it in life. She believes in a "work hard, play harder" mentality. You work hard on what you do and do whatever you feel like doing in your free time. So overall she's a socially calm and laid back person, as well as energetic. Whether this has anything to do with her tomboyish nature is up for debate.

When she's in public she doesn't act out of line, preferring to just let people go about their day. But if she see's something she deems to be out of line then she'll step in to help. She has a certain disdain for nobility, not a hatred, because she doesn't like basing the actions of a few on many, apart from the legion. She has a soft spot for the poor and downtrodden, as she knows what it feels like to be in their place. For all her more calm points however she can be very confrontational when she wants to be. Whether its someone fighting with words after boasting about something or just generally being incredibly annoying. Once again however, she isn't a cruel person, she loves a good time in a local tavern, be it drinking, dancing or both.

Strengths
Highly skilled in hand to hand combat, can hold her own without conventional weapons.
Quick on her feet, given her past as a circus performer she's learned how to move fast, to keep the crowd entertained. She ties this in with her hand to hand combat.
Amicable, she's friendly and easy to talk to, if not a little extravagant.
Weaknesses (Same number as strengths)
Bit of a short temper, she can get fed up a little easily.
Short combat range, she has to get up close and personal.
Unarmored, she has to wear little armor as its shape could get in the way of her transformations, so she chooses to wear more loose clothing.
Likes
-Drinking
-Dancing and singing
-Brawling
-Merciful people

Dislikes
-People who fight with words
-Picking on the poor and downtrodden
-Elitists
-Zealots, she doesn't hate religion however.
-Being flirted with

History: Lasiol was born in a fairly large town down the way from Grim Hallow. She never knew her biological parents, even her adoptive parents knew little of them. Apparently Lasiol was just found as a baby on the outside of town, the coat she was draped in to keep her warm was speckled with blood however. Her "adoptive" parents where not the most pleasant people, what with the mother being a woman of the knight and the father being a drunken militia man who fancied himself an actual soldier.

Her parents knew full well of Lasiol's abilities. They would tell her to take the form of other local children in order to steal things, as their family was poor. She however did not enjoy this, as the other children would often get in trouble for actions they didn't do. Her mother even planned that once Lasiol came of age she would be taken to the brothel. Advertised as an "Exotic Girl". However, the worst thing by far was the abuse she suffered at the hands of her father. On many occasions her father would come home drunk and take out a knife and threaten Lasiol with it. Holding it to her large, black eyes and saying "Maybe i should cut out the big pieces of onyx and sell them". Her mother did very little to stop it, only being concerned that it would make her less pretty for the brothel. This is the reason she hates using knives.

However, eventually Lasiol's salvation would come in the form of a travelling circus. For by this time Lasiol had turned back to thievery, using her abilities to steal from others. She would often turn into travelers, so they wouldn't be around long enough to feel the wrath of the locals. Of course when she saw the circus come to town she saw an opportunity. A circus was bound to have gold or other valuable items with them. She saw the ringleader, she was an elf. She took his form and snuck by everyone without question.

She eventually found the strongbox, however she didn't have the key. Shortly after this a voice rang out behind her. "Looking for this?" the elf said, swinging a key around his finger. She gave up and dropped her disguise. Before she could raise her fists, or even speak, the elf interrupted her. Offering her a position in the circus. She would be a godsend, all she need was an outfit and she could just change her body to fit the role. They would teach her the ropes and the acrobatics. She thought for a moment. This place was here home, but it was still a hellhole. She agreed, and didn't look back.

She lived with the circus for the majority of her life. She came to form a string bond with the other performers and the circus became fairly wealthy, travelling around and performing for whoever would watch. However, one year they had to pass by Ellanor, the silver city. They knew the dangers of doing so, when a good half of the circus wasn't human. Their fears where confirmed when some knights of the silver legion chased them. Rather than running, the circus put on a final show. They fought the knights with every bit of fervor they had. The strongman, being an orc helped greatly. But one by one the performers fell. In the end it was just Lasiol and the Ringleader. The elf put his hands on Lasiols shoulders and told her "Run, as long as you live, the show goes on". She did as he said and ran.

Now, she spends most of her days wandering, or getting jobs in local taverns, performing or working as a waiter from time to time.

Relationships: N/A

Goals
-To survive in the world generally
-Avenge her friends
Fears
-Failing those she loves and cares about
-Being threatened at knife/dagger point
Other:
She has a habit of giving people nicknames, whether they like it or not.
She's sneaky, not stealthy. her past as a thief had made her a good sneak. but she cant do things like kill people or sabotage things quietly. Only hide and and steal stuff.
At one point in her life she resorted to mugging people, but she would never use a knife, it reminded her of her father. So instead she used her fists.

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[Shireling]

Personal Details

Name: Selorian Graeves

Race: Half-Elf (Human/Elf)

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Profession: Farmer


Skills/Abilities

Class: Spellsword

Element: Earth

Spells:
Tremors- shakes the ground causing enemies to lose balance
Stone Missile- fires a stone projectile up from the ground, doing damage to enemies standing above, cannot be cast on enemies on elevated platforms
Growth- can revive plants and accelerate plant growth
Greater Ward- a ward spell that quickly tires the mage but can protect from destructive spells
Enchant Item- can enchant any item made of metal or stone, if an enchantment is known and other preparations are met

Weapons: Faalmring, an enchanted Elvish blade that inflicts rapid gangrene on human enemies.

Armor: None

Training: Formally-Trained Earth Mage, Apprentice-level fencer.


Appearance Details

Hair colour: Brown

Eye colour: Brown

Skin colour: White

Height: 5'8

Scars/Tattoos: None

Weight: 170lbs


Character Details

Personality:
Selorian is much like the humble oak tree: solid and dependable. A family man, he understands the importance of community and having close, well-maintained relationships. He is known for being a level-headed thinker, clever and full of practical ideas. He is also not easily persuaded by new ideas and defers to wisdom of previous generations.

He is a teetotaler and keeps himself perfectly spick and span. With women he is courteous, but generally wary. With men he treads carefully so as not to harm the ego of others. He is a lover of nature, sunrises, and working in the fields. He is unafraid to do hard work to get the results he wants, and encourages such traits in others.

Strengths:
Skilled Mage
Decent Swordsman
Charismatic

Weaknesses:
Half-Breed (making him an outcast in some societies)
Little Offensive Magic
Prefers Not to wear armor

Likes
Nature, Old Books, His Farm, His Family, The Church, The Satisfaction of a Hard Day's Labor

Dislikes
Lazy People, Swindlers, Anti-intellectuals, Those Who Pollute, Blasphemers, and the smell of the Forge

History:
Selorian was born to a Human father and Elf mother on a farm near Sanctuary, the third of five sons. Most of the sons of the Graeves family were magic adept, but none to the degree of Selorian who demonstrated magical abilities from a young age. Naturally, he was elected to be sent to a college for earth mages in Sanctuary, and he left the family farm at 16 for ten years.

During his time in Sanctuary, he grew dislike the crowds and culture of the city as well as its isolation from nature. He never cared for politics even as things were tumultuous in those days and kept his nose firmly to the grindstone. After ten years, he graduated with his bonafides and returned to the farm to find his father had died recently. He immediately took the responsibility upon himself to run the farm with his mother's help. His magical talents gave him what he needed to become a wealthy and successful farmer.

By this age, he is a wealthy and respected member of the community. This prompted his brother to ask him if he would undertake a journey to find his niece who had been kidnapped and sold into servitude by the Silver Legion. With his grandfather's antique sword, he set out to steal or buy back his niece's freedom.

Relationships:
Shaela Graeves (Mother)
Martin Graeves (Brother)
Torrance, Kalon, Breek Graeves (Brothers)
Talli Graeves (Niece)

Goals:
Currently, the reacquisition of his niece.

Fears:
Drowning, Dying by Fire, Tax Collectors

 

[Morgrim]

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Personal Details

Name: Selorian Graeves

Race: Half-Elf (Human/Elf)

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Profession: Farmer


Skills/Abilities

Class: Spellsword

Element: Earth

Spells:
Tremors- shakes the ground causing enemies to lose balance
Regenerate- can heal or revive wilted plantlife
Growth-Acceleration- increases the growth rate of plants dramatically
Greater Ward- a ward spell that quickly tires the mage but can protect from destructive spells
Enchant Item- can enchant any item made of metal or stone, if an enchantment is known and other preparations are met

Weapons: Faalmring, an enchanted Elvish blade that inflicts rapid gangrene on human enemies.

Armor: None

Training: Formally-Trained Earth Mage, Apprentice-level fencer.


Appearance Details

Hair colour: Brown

Eye colour: Brown

Skin colour: White

Height: 5'8

Scars/Tattoos: None

Weight: 170lbs


Character Details

Personality:
Selorian is much like the humble oak tree: solid and dependable. A family man, he understands the importance of community and having close, well-maintained relationships. He is known for being a level-headed thinker, clever and full of practical ideas. He is also not easily persuaded by new ideas and defers to wisdom of previous generations.

He is a teetotaler and keeps himself perfectly spick and span. With women he is courteous, but generally wary. With men he treads carefully so as not to harm the ego of others. He is a lover of nature, sunrises, and working in the fields. He is unafraid to do hard work to get the results he wants, and encourages such traits in others.

Strengths:
Skilled Mage
Decent Swordsman
Charismatic

Weaknesses:
Half-Breed (making him an outcast in some societies)
Little Offensive Magic
Prefers Not to wear armor

Likes
Nature, Old Books, His Farm, His Family, The Church, The Satisfaction of a Hard Day's Labor

Dislikes
Lazy People, Swindlers, Anti-intellectuals, Those Who Pollute, Blasphemers, and the smell of the Forge

History:
Selorian was born to a Human father and Elf mother on a farm near Sanctuary, the third of five sons. Most of the sons of the Graeves family were magic adept, but none to the degree of Selorian who demonstrated magical abilities from a young age. Naturally, he was elected to be sent to a college for earth mages in Sanctuary, and he left the family farm at 16 for ten years.

During his time in Sanctuary, he grew dislike the crowds and culture of the city as well as its isolation from nature. He never cared for politics even as things were tumultuous in those days and kept his nose firmly to the grindstone. After ten years, he graduated with his bonafides and returned to the farm to find his father had died recently. He immediately took the responsibility upon himself to run the farm with his mother's help. His magical talents gave him what he needed to become a wealthy and successful farmer.

By this age, he is a wealthy and respected member of the community. This prompted his brother to ask him if he would undertake a journey to find his niece who had been kidnapped and sold into servitude by the Silver Legion. With his grandfather's antique sword, he set out to steal or buy back his niece's freedom.

Relationships:
Shaela Graeves (Mother)
Martin Graeves (Brother)
Torrance, Kalon, Breek Graeves (Brothers)
Talli Graeves (Niece)

Goals:
Currently, the reacquisition of his niece.

Fears:
Drowning, Dying by Fire, Tax Collectors

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