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Fantasy Ninth Winter -- Character Signup and Roster

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Character Creation
Before creating a character, review the lore page of The Ninth Winter to ensure your character concept falls in line with the world's canon. Any further questions not covered in the lore page should be directed to me. Please join us on Discord, where we will be working on characters together. For the time being, please limit yourself to no more than two characters.

The following block of code will provide a basic character sheet for you to use. Please note that you may elect not to use the provided code for your CS. If this is the case, ensure to include at least all of the required information listed in the sample code.

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Profession:
Allegiance(s): [If any.]

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[u]Appearance[/u] 
[In at least a couple short paragraphs, briefly describe your character's physical appearance.]

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[tab=Memoir][justify][u]History[/u]
[In at least a few short paragraphs, explain your character's upbringing and defining experiences.] 

[u]Determination[/u]
[In at least a couple short paragraphs, explain what drives your character to continue on.]
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[List, and optionally describe useful things your character possesses. Refer to the Lore Reference on Technology to determine what is reasonable for your character.]

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[If your character has any physical weapons, describe them here. Refer to the Lore Reference on Technology to determine what is reasonable for your character.]

[u]Magic[/u]
[If your character has any magical capabilities, describe theme here. Refer to the Lore Reference on Resonance to determine what is reasonable for your character.]

[u]Shortcomings[/u]
[In at least a couple short paragraphs, explain some shortcomings about your character.]
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Character Roster​

NameRoleAllegiancePlayer
Medic​
Circle of the Owl​
Volunteer​
Horizon League​
Volunteer​
Unaffiliated​
Sentinel​
Order of the Wolf​
Volunteer​
Horizon League​
Sentinel​
Grey Lodge​
Volunteer​
Labor Union​
Volunteer​
Labor Union​
Sentinel​
Circle of the Owl​
Herbalist​
Labor Union​
Guardian​
Royal Marines​
Guardian​
Royal Marines​
Volunteer​
Labor Union​
Volunteer​
Labor Union​
Climatologist​
Horizon League​
Sentinel​
Grey Lodge​
 
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SAMPLE CHARACTER SHEET​

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    Full Name:
    Nickname:
    Age:
    Gender:
    Profession:
    Allegiance(s): [If any.]

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    Appearance
    [In at least a couple short paragraphs, briefly describe your character's physical appearance.]

    Persona:
    [In at least a couple short paragraphs, briefly describe your character's personality.]
 
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Flora
  • Essentials
    Full Name: Flora Jane Turner
    Nickname: Flor or FJ
    Age: 18
    Gender: female
    Profession: medic
    Allegiance(s): Circle of the Owl

    Appearance
    Flora is five foot two with a slender build. She's got natural, curly brown hair, a large smattering of freckles, green-hazel eyes, thick eyebrows, and a scar across her nose. She's got rather large ears as well, but her thick hair helps to hide them when it's down. While some opt to wear pants, Flora wears long, wool skirts and an over skirt made of fur. She wears thick, fur lined leather boots and thick wool socks. She wears a corset with a thick cotton shirt and to help combat the cold, a wool and fur shawl with leather gloves. She also keeps on her a pair of mittens. She has a favorite cashmere scarf and fur lined hat, though her hair helps keep her warm. She is forced to wear this by her mother who believes women wear skirts.

    Persona:
    Flora is a naturally curious girl. It's why she became a scholar. She wants to know all about the world and all about everything in it. She's a budding medic and takes pride in her job. Though not magically inclined, Flora does have a knack for emotions, she's extremely intuitive and can usually tell how someone is feeling. Because of this, Flora feels a responsibility to lighten the mood and provide comic relief. She'll do all sorts of things to get a laugh out of another. This means she often comes across as childish and irresponsible. Which at times can be true. Though she is able to take her job seriously.

    Flora is young and therefore tends to complain a lot. Whether it be about the cold, her annoying style of dress, annoying patients, and especially her little brother.
 
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Callum Sterling Moore​

  • Essentials
    Full Name: Callum Sterling Moore
    Nickname: Cal
    Age: 38
    Gender: Male
    Profession: Explorer, Retired Merchant
    Allegiance(s): Horizon League

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    Portrait of his late wife, Iris Moore

    Appearance
    Moore towers over most at six-foot-three. Red locks spills from his head and his beard. Those who get a close enough look can admire the green color of his eyes. Luck endowed him with handsome, rigid facial attributes- or so his late wife claimed. His smile isn't half bad either if you're given the chance to see it. Moore keeps warm with heavy jackets, hiking boots, and gloves. He keeps a grey handmade scarf wrapped around his neck at all times.

    Persona:
    You should be ready and willing to die for your family.
    Moore will not hesitate to endanger his life at the height of a crisis in exchange for someone else's. He would rather sacrifice his own right to live in order to let someone else he cares about to be free.

    Conflict is a pathway to personal growth.
    Moore addresses conflicts between himself and others in a direct manner in order to gain more understanding of the world around him. He seeks different perspectives on the same problem before trying to come to a final conclusion.

    There is no such thing as chasing happiness.
    Why try to fix something that doesn't need improvement? You either have happiness and do not realize it or you haven't achieved your sense of happiness yet in life. Moore strives to live in the moment and enjoy what he currently has rather than try to chase something that might never be obtained.
 
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Landry Cantemir​

  • Essentials
    Full Name: Landry Cantemir
    Nickname: Laundry
    Age: 29
    Gender: Female
    Profession: Fisherman, Retired Royal Marine
    Allegiance: N/A

    Appearance
    A woman to which a weary atmosphere clings, Landry has never been much for appearances. She swaddles herself in heavy layers of hide and cloth, most often sporting a combination of a thick, durable overcoat, and a fur-lined parka. Likewise, she keeps her face rapped and hooded, protecting it from the elements as much as she can. While she usually obscures her appearance by proxy of her heavy dress, a shock of dirty-blonde hair can be seen peeking out from below her hood, only kempt to the point keeps her vision unhindered. Her eyes, gleaming a cold grey, are often ringed by deep-set bags, indicative of her nocturnal habits. She stands at five foot seven and sports a build that isn't particularly telling in one way or another, not that it would be visible beneath her manner of dress.

    Persona:
    An asocial and mostly bland woman. Landry has little regard for others, much preferring the company of ice sheets and gale wind to that of the citizens of Cask. She doesn't have a profound dislike of Cask or her people, but rather finds the hustle and bustle of society, even in its death throes, more tiresome than it is worth. What few friends she does keep know her to be a woman of reservation, being perfectly comfortable with enjoying one's company, not just conversation.

    She's able to maintain a relatively cool head in times of crisis, or is at least able to hide her expressions in enough layers of animal hides to appear as such. Her levelheadedness, though, is not a tell of some sort of mental prowess. She has no head for leadership, nor the scholarly pursuits, only ever concerning herself with the needs of the day, and the demands of tomorrow. High-mindedness, she thinks, is reserved for those with bloated egos and equally bloated stomachs, and she'd rather avoid both.
 
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Henry Monmouth​

  • Essentials
    Full Name: Henry Duval Monmouth
    Nickname: 'Enri, Duv, Monty
    Age: 29
    Gender: Male
    Profession: Soldier, Explorer
    Allegiance(s): Sentinels (The Order of the Wolf)

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    Appearance
    Henry Monmouth is, in comparison to most soldiering types, slight of frame and build. He stands 5-feet, 8-inches tall and cuts a slim figure. His hair is black and often unkempt, he is generally clean-shaven, save for a pair of sideburns that hug his jaw tightly. His eyes are an icy blue color. In general, if he is not dressed for cold weather, he will default to a set of military-style woolen breeches, boots, and a woolen tunic with an old officer's coat. Even in the elements, he tends not to wear a hat, but will don a pair of earmuffs.

    Persona:
    Henry is what is classically considered the "strong and silent military type." He rarely speaks, unless it is to give orders or to acquiesce to them. He rarely engages with alcohol, women, merriment, or diversion and spends much of his time at watch posts or cleaning his equipment in stoic silence. To those that know him best, Henry has the personality of a guard-dog: fiercely loyal, none-too-cunning, but with the tenacity of a lion. He was, in previous times, also characterized by his religious zealotry. He, more than most, believed in the Sovereign as a semi-divine, benevolent figure that would protect Belar from danger. After the Ninth Winter, he never rejected his faith openly, but deep within he began to nurse doubts. This will often manifest in violent outbursts when the topic of the Sovereign is brought up in conversation, with Henry often giving conflicting opinions on the former leader's whereabouts or his status as Sovereign over Belar.

 
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Frederick Tamerlane​

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    Full Name: Frederick Tamerlane
    Nickname: Tamerlane, Tam
    Age: 26
    Gender: Male
    Profession: Dogsledder
    Allegiance(s): Horizon League

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    Appearance
    Frederick is fairly tall, 6' on a good day. Features that were probably handsome once. His face and hands are weathered. He keeps his hair longish, mostly for insulation, and he's almost never cleanshaven- he'll cut off his beard when it gets long enough to annoy him, but having some facial hair is, again, insulation. He's got a gaunt, underfed look about him, like a wolf in winter- not starved, not quite, but it's clear he doesn't eat enough. Mouths to feed, see.
    His clothes are simple, patched and repaired. His overcoat was a rich blue once, expensive and beautiful. It's more of a grey now, and marred with repairs done in whatever thread or twine was at hand.

    Persona:
    There's a reason Frederick gets on better with dogs than people.
    It's not that he's antisocial, really. He doesn't mind people, even likes some of them. It's more that they generally don't like him.
    He's got something of a wry melancholy about him, or perhaps the unsettling calm of a man resigned to the gallows. He cracks morbid jokes that are usually amusing to no one but him. He wonders aloud with a madman's confidence about the philosophy of man, of winter, of beasts; and seems hardly to realize that anyone else is listening. Perhaps he's grown too used to dwelling on the fringes of society with only his dogs to talk to, or perhaps this is why he retreated there in the first place. He is mad, you know.
    He has fits of strangeness, when his thoughts grow scattered and twist out of his reach. Ask him a question and he'll answer a different one- to him it makes sense, but to the observer it seems random. His malady, whatever it may be, does not line up neatly with any known affliction. It is not, after all, a natural madness.
 
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Tulio Elesos​

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    Full Name: Tulio Elesos
    Nickname: N/A
    Age: 25
    Gender: Male
    Profession: Mechanic
    Allegiance(s): Labor Union
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    Appearance
    Tulio has brown skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes. He has a slender build, but in terms of musculature he is fairly fit due to the physical nature of his work. As of the Ninth Winter he has been losing weight, due to the lack of rations as well as the emotional toll the death of his significant other has taken on him.

    In terms of clothing, whenever he has to weather the harsh elements, he has on his fur coat, a fur hat, winter trousers, fur boots, and woolen gloves. Underneath, when on the clock, he wears trousers and a loose-sleeve shirt. While off work he also dons a waistcoat for an appearance that is a bit less casual.

    Persona:
    Before the Ninth Winter, Tulio was a determined optimist with a general feeling of contentment towards his life. After the snow didn't melt in the spring, more specifically after his beloved passed, his outlook became bleak and the most common emotion he expressed was apathy. His hopes and dreams of living a successful life with his partner and starting a family have just changed to surviving.

    Even if his view of the world is less than ideal nowadays, he still finds time to indulgence in the more pleasant things the world still has to offer. Tulio is always happy to down a drink with a coworker or an acquaintance. Although it has taken him some time after his partner's passing, he has once again started indulging in his more carnal desires. Although he is attracted to both men and women he solely gets intimate with men, as he doesn't want to accidentally bring another life into their dying world.

    In terms of interpersonal connections, he keeps people distant. It is quite rare for him to consider someone he is familiar with more than an acquaintance, because as far as he knows they could perish the very next day. And of course since earning the title of "friend" is difficult with Tulio, becoming romantically involved with him, at least in terms of emotion, is next to impossible.
 
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HASK WILDER​

  • Essentials
    Full Name:
    Hask Wilder

    Nickname:
    Hasker is one name he does not mind, and acquaintances have taken to calling him that

    Age:
    34

    Gender:
    Male

    Profession:
    Axeman, or so he says.

    Allegiance(s):
    The Grey Lodge

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    Appearance
    A tall, lean man with a pale, ghostly complexion, and wild, wiry ash blonde hair. There is no fire, no joy, and no cheer within his ice blue eyes, opaque and impenetrable. Occasionally, they burn coldly with violent, silent fury, and rarely, with murderous rage, and those bursts of emotions foretell danger.

    Persona:
    Hask is a quiet man, but there is no peace in his heart. There has been no reason for joy or expression for many years in his life, and it has hardened his heart, enough that there is nothing in this life for him than to seek battle after battle after battle. He does not smile, he does not laugh, and 'tis not an act- he truly feels no joy in anything, with, perhaps, the exception of burying his axe into the hide of Mortalis and man alike.

    Sometimes, he grows even more detached from the world around him, and he gains a distant look in his eyes, but not one of longing. Instead, it is one of searching, as if peering into a future that has not come, or perhaps he is simply reminiscing on the feeling of his axe striking into flesh, or imagining different ways that his axe might break skin and meat. Perhaps this can be considered a madness, but it is a madness that keeps Hask Wilder tethered to his humanity. It is best, then, to leave the man to his thoughts.

    For what it is worth, Hask has no interest in anything else. He does not care if others wish to know of his past, he will reply curtly and truthfully. He does not care if they shun him, that would be beneficial for both parties. He does not care about the world's end, so long as he goes into that night swinging his axe.

 
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    Full Name:
    Lucien Ryder
    Nickname(s): Luke, Lucas, Ryder (he’ll take literally any variation of his name, he’s not fussy)
    Age: 34
    Gender: Male
    Profession: Former Sailor/Dockworker, but with ships out of commission he is now an ice hunter/fisher
    Allegiance(s): Labour Union
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    Appearance
    Lucien is the kind of person who always looks haggard and weary as if he’s travelled a long distance, even when he’s just woken up. He has a perpetual stubble, sometimes sporting nicks in his chin as he shaves with a hunting knife (which isn’t the ideal instrument for the job). His hair is long and black, usually tied back in a sort of bun with one part hanging loose over the right hand side of his head due to the fact that he is missing the majority of his right ear (It was cut off during the heat of a fight with one of the Mortalis). His eyes are dark brown, bordering on black and watch the world around him with suspicion.
    His clothes are old, patched and worn, consisting of thick trousers, various longsleeved garments, a fur lined jacket (with hood), gloves and knee high leather boots with old nails hammered into the soles for a better grip on the icy wastes. He always has at least one weapon visible and one concealed.
    Lucien isn’t the tallest man around, coming in at about 5’ 10”, but his slim build is deceptively muscular from all his years spent working on boats. His hands are calloused and he bears various other scars from a lifetime of hard labour and is missing the majority of his right ear.

    Persona
    Lucien is what is known colloquially among sailors and sea-faring types as ‘a wandering soul’, a person with no discernable past, who travels from place to place working as a crew hand, but never settling anywhere or staying more than a couple of months. They have nobody to return to and nobody to go to, they just go where the tides take them, until eventually they die, as unknown as when they lived.

    Lucien is utterly calm in a crisis, choosing to watch and take it in and attempt to formulate a plan. Screaming and worrying won’t help him, and any freaking out can be done later once it sets in just what you had to do to survive. In times of crisis he tends to take a leadership role, giving orders and formulating plans. He has a sharp, strategic mind. He also remains level headed in arguments.

    Lucien is suspicious and wary of people, but unlike many of the others, he hides it well. Lucien is charismatic and has excellent people skills, as well as being well versed in a couple of languages (his native tongue and some he picked up while at sea). These are skills that were necessary in order to get along with new people on new crews. He is known for his ability to listen to both sides of an argument and is often the peacemaker in situations, on Cask pointing out that life is pretty bad for everybody and fighting won’t solve anything. Lucien is open minded when it comes to people and their beliefs. The flip side of this is that Lucien is also an excellent liar.

    Lucien isn’t easily impressed and has no time for egos, it’s a tough world out there, and he makes his opinion on egotistical people pretty well known.

    Lucien is a survivor most of all, he is resourceful, a decent physical fighter both with blades and his own hands, as well as being a decent archer,
 

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Anastasia Isla​

  • Essentials
    Full Name: Anastasia Isla
    Nickname: Ana, Anny, Anne
    Age: 30
    Gender: Female
    Profession: Soldier
    Allegiance(s): Royal Marine


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    Appearance
    Anna makes sure her appearance is always clean, she prides herself on her clean look and believes it reflects on her family and mother nation. She always makes sure her hair is done up neatly and never out of place, as well as assuring her clothes are never wrinkled or dirty.

    As for her general appearance, Anna stands at a respectable 5'9 in height, she has a fair complexion and clear skin. She has luscious long black hair that she always keeps to the side and tied up, which compliments her mesmerising brown eyes perfectly.

    Persona:
    Anna is a woman who is very proud of her heritage, shes quite a demanding person also, who tends to speak to other people as her subjects rather then comrades, which makes her sound rather condescending at times. However, she has a strong sense of hierarchy and respect for her superiors, trying her hardest to set and exemplary standard for her peers whilst also maintaining her high social status.

    Anna isn't know for the type of person to be casual or fun, especially in the times of The Ninth Winter, she has rarely smiled or felt as if she was having fun, everything has just gotten a whole lot more serious. She doesn't indulge in stuff such as alcohol or casual games, instead she often decides to use her spare time patrolling and making sure everyone else's including her own gear are in tip top shape, ready to be used to its full capacity.

    However, Anna isn't the type of person who is slow to trusting, she trusts anybody that claims to have sworn an oath or given their word, as to her those two things are very sacred and should never be broken. This just means for people who have broken promises or oaths would find it hard to find forgiveness or any sort of trust from Anna at all. Tenfold for people who broke their Oaths from the Sentinels and Royal Marines, as they were seen as humanity's defenders and they left their posts.


 
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CONRAD MILLANGE​


  • Essentials
    Full Name: Conrad Millange
    Nickname: Cook, Sir Gruel
    Age: 36
    Gender: Male
    Profession: Cook, provisions personnel
    Allegiance(s): Labour Union

    Appearance
    A tall, gaunt figure (6'1), Conrad was never the most attractive of individuals but his appearance was certainly done no favors through thehas been aged beyond his years by the bitter winter, his face wrinkled and sagged, his skin pallid and sallow. His muddy yellow eyes still hide a certain fire behind them, but are obscured under dark pits. His nose is thin and beaklike, overseeing what is perpetually a thin leer and an unevenly shaven goattee. He keeps his graying hair messy and overgrown and his decorum poor to encourage others to underestimate him, and also because he genuinely doesn't care how he carries himself.

    Conrad generally wears mismatched brown and gray furs and with a rat-eaten white undershirt, with a good many pockets both obvious and hidden for his assorted business. In the kitchen he wears an apron over his crappy undershirt. Conrad wears frayed leather working boots at basically all times.

    Persona:
    Conrad is a man of two halves- a bitter, shrewd, unscrupulous fellow, the 'Cook' and mercenary provisions man, and the creative, spirited artist. He's generally a distrustful, manipulative fellow, doing anything to survive in the dog-eat-dog world that the low-wage workers of Belar live in. He hs grown skilled at positioning himself in areas of advantage and slithering his way around the rules while being able to avoid ending up at the wrong end of a Royal Legionnaire's pike. Cynical, practical and pragmatic, Conrad tends to keep a relatively low profile.

    As expected from his pre-resonance profession, Conrad has an incredible eye for detail and peternatural observation, capable of picking up the smallest details on a scene on instinct. Although his skills have gone to rust, he remains a highly talented artist and sculptor, able to dabble into both great realism and dazzling stylization.


 
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Verity​

  • Essentials
    Full Name: Verity Noe Wells
    Nickname: Wells
    Age: 32
    Gender: Female
    Profession: Researcher/Scholar
    Allegiance(s): The Circle of the Owl

    Appearance
    Wrinkles from stress, noticeable bags under her eyes, and a burning light in her green eyes. Stress of research and colleagues have affected her appearance but not her passion. Always standing at a proud height of 5'4", Verity has a petite body that proves difficult to handle heavy objects. But underneath her hand-made (by her mom) parka, she actually has some muscles. Although she has some more muscle mass on her legs than her arms from many events of running and swimming.

    Upon first glance, her salt-and-pepper hair stands out. With more of her silver hair dominating compared to black. She mostly keeps her hair in a loose braid or in a messy bun. Verity also has many layers of clothing from a simple tank to the protective, fur-lined parks, the cold climate definitely not serving to be her cup of tea. She also has quite the worn boots with their still-standing steel tips lined inside of them.

    Persona
    Verity knows that first impressions count for the most part, but almost everyone would describe her as a simple, quiet, and studious woman. At least that's how she came across most of life. That is until someone really gets to know her.

    As soon as that initial icebreaker is met, Verity begins to reveal the many facets of her personality from her humor to her temper. Like most individuals, she's complex in that even with a surface trait that can be used to describe her has more layers to it. But for an overall look, Verity may not say much at first since she likes to observe the situation and gauge the appropriate actions. She's a learner. Hardly will she ever act on impulse, unless it's more of mundane tasks or entertainment. This reflects on her work ethic. Thorough and detailed. She's always thinking even when she's trying to calm herself down.

    Verity doesn't flaunt it off but she's very sharp on picking up new skills or information. However, this does not mean she's quick to master. She's just tenacious on gaining a great understanding of what she does.
 
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Prudence Bagstock​

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    Full Name: Prudence Bagstock
    Nickname: Pru
    Age: 36
    Gender: Female
    Profession: Herbalist & Gardener, Assistant Manager of the Cask Greenhouses
    Allegiance(s): Labor Union

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    Appearance
    Prudence is lithe and angular in both face and body, her features sharp as if hewn from icy stone. At 5’07” she stands modestly beside most people, but her close-cropped hair, arched brows, and piercing brown eyes can make many feel small. Understated authority is the rule of her wardrobe, favouring high boots and close-fitting pants to any sort of skirt, and gloves were a mainstay even before the dreadful cold. Her skin is pallid, which becomes almost sickly in the reflected light of the ice and snow, heightening the dark circles around her eyes. Her top is the most artful piece of her usual ensemble, her cropped jacket bearing false leaves, flowers, and twigs in a choice to denote her station. These days it is most often hidden beneath thick furs.

    Persona:
    A poignant reflection of the winter itself, Prudence’s reception to others is cold, frigid enough to earn her few friends. Despite assisting in keeping the island alive through her management of the greenhouses, she harbours little compassion for others, suffering fools lightly even before the Ninth began, and even less-so now. To-the-point and direct, she will not sugarcoat her feelings or the situations in which she finds herself.

    Besides her wintry disposition toward people, she takes great pride in her work and her composure. Serving with skill and efficiency is her passion, and chances are she would have taken such an approach to whatever job she took. As it is, she has developed a high understanding of food production and management and revels in making such processes work to their greatest potential.
 
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M A R I N A
  • Essentials
    Full Name: Marina Pope
    Nickname: Mari, Pope
    Age: 25
    Gender: Female
    Profession: Combat Engineer
    Allegiance(s): Royal Marines

    Appearance
    Marina is not a hulking woman, standing at 5’6. Her tan skin and dark hair and eyes are usually obscured under thick cold-weather gear. She sports an excellent athletic build, though closer inspection might reveal the signs of malnutrition, evidence that she isn’t in peak condition anymore. She usually keeps her hair in a neat bun so it doesn’t get grabbed or caught in machinery while she works.

    Her clothing consists of a scuffed—but otherwise clean—Royal Marines uniform with padded cloth and a fur pelt layered on top. She wears a fur hat with her goggles on top.

    Persona:
    Positive and good-natured, Marina presents herself as an overall reliable person, especially when it counts. She is loyal to her commanding officers and proud of her achievements thus far—among them, having survived this bitter winter. She is distraught that she hasn’t seen her father, who went missing along with others on the mainland.

    Marina is a brave and bold soul who takes great personal risks to ensure people survive. She repurposes any and every piece of junk she can, with great efficiency and attention to detail. Although she is a great soldier, rank and status symbols mean nothing to her if everyone who acknowledges such civilized concepts is dead. Highly independent, she will try something herself before asking anyone for help—unless the solution obviously requires multiple people, of course.
 
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W I L L O N A


  • Essentials
    Full Name: Willona Henderson
    Nickname: Brawn, Workhorse, Willy
    Age: 28
    Gender: Female
    Profession: Metalworker
    Allegiance(s): Labor Union

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    Appearance
    Willona is a physically intimidating woman, who stands approximately six-foot-seven with her hair down. Weighing in at a whopping two hundred and fifty pounds, her height directly correlates to the immense bulk and muscle distributed all throughout her body. Much of which ties directly into her nickname "Brawn" by those within the Labor Union, seemingly due to both her robust nature and attitude. Despite these features, Willy is also a lady of great raw beauty, though some would refer to her as "handsome" mockingly. With a brutally well-cut jawline and strikingly prominent facial features, swirled together with a darkened olive skin tone, the Workhorse has been known to sway even the most dejected of hearts. Furthermore, testaments of Willona's metalworking skills can be found as decorations in the form of piercings or hair beads, many of which can be shown to have small engravings that tell simple stories. Perhaps the most unusual of her characteristics, besides her grand size is that of the many markings that can be found symmetrically placed throughout her body.

    Persona: Willona is a woman of logic and straightforward action. Her life as a lowly street urchin taught her to restrain her emotions, and in turn to rely more heavily on her wit and intellect to survive even in the worst of circumstances. It's because of her indomitable nature and keen mind that she was able to escape some of the more brutal periods of her adolescence that made her into the woman she is today. Though she can seem abhorrently cold and ungrateful, many within the Labor Union know that after a few drinks the giantess is the life of the bar. With a little liquid courage in her system, Willy's been known to spout all manner of jokes and crude remarks, alongside instigating brawls that turn the drinking taverns into hospitals. Nevertheless, when pushed into a corner she's the first to analyze and methodically approach any form of situation.
 
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M A L C O M

  • Essentials
    Full Name: Malcom W. Soot
    Nickname: Malcom
    Age: 29
    Gender: Male
    Profession: Engineering, Meteorology
    Allegiance(s): Horizon League

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    Appearance
    Standing at 5'6, weighing 121 LB, and with little muscles, Malcom doesn't strike an imposing sight. With windswept hair and frost often coating his facial hair, Malcom does look to be an outdoorsy type though. Where his skin isn't a slight tinge of purple from the cold, it's remained a light tannish color but is steadily giving way to pale white skin due to an abundant lack of sunlight. With bags under his eyes from sleepless nights, a slightly hunched posture brought on from bending over weather equipment, and cramped hands brought about by constantly scribbling down notes, Malcom doesn't look to be a pleasant sight. The usual disinterested and tired expression scrawled on his face just illustrates the fact.

    For clothing, Malcom has a tendency to dress in as many layers of clothing as he can as to combat the cold. He wears a thick parka over two layers of cotton shirts, a fur jacket, thick gloves, a thick woolen balaclava, a scarf, earmuffs, goggles, two layers of thick fur trousers, leather boots wrapped in furs, and a pair of crudely fashioned snowshoes he made himself. His clothes cover every inch of his skin, often causing people to only be able to recognize him by his choice of clothing.

    Persona:
    Malcom is a man of science, first things first. What he can't solve with strength he solves with ingenuity and intelligence. Because he is a man of science, Malcom throws himself headfirst into his work, frequently overworking himself. Because of his focus on his work, Malcom hasn't formed an actual bond with another human being in years. Part of him doesn't want to, really. He refuses to bond with the people around him and wards off anyone who tries with snark, indifference, and pessimism. If anyone tried to actually interact with him beyond greeting him, being insulted, and leaving him be, then dealing with his rude attitude would just have to be a fact of life.

    If, somehow, you actually get Malcom to like you, then the man can be surprisingly humorous, loyal, and even kind at times. It's difficult to become his friend, and he will regularly try to force you away, but it's possible.
 
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Seren​

  • Essentials
    Full Name: Seren Cypress
    Age: 27
    Gender: cis man
    Profession: informant
    Allegiance(s): the Grey Lodge, the Creed of the Fox
    Image credit: LAS-T on dA

    Appearance
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    Seren is someone who either stands out in a crowd, or goes completely unnoticed. He is a tall, and very lean figure who leans towards looking more androgynous than masculine. He has cool almond skin, peculiarly unmarred by hard labor, battle, or the cold. His long, straight black hair is cut cleanly just below the shoulders. The strangest feature about him is not his apparent wealth, signified by his physical elegance, but instead is his frosty blue, resonance-stricken eyes.
    Typically he wears several long layers of dark clothing, and a small handful of rings that are visible only when he is not wearing his usual, black skin tight gloves. His clothes tend to be on the nicer side, but some of his more delicate clothing items have begun to fray at the ends. He almost always wears tall boots and fine black fur

    Persona:
    Despite people’s assumptions about his appearance, Seren is quite personable. He appears kind, charitable, and patient, and often finds himself lending an ear to those who may need another perspective. He’s collected and rational, yet not dismissive of other people’s experiences. He is quick to act, and seems to always know what people are trying to communicate, no matter how poorly it is done. To most people, it would seem as though the endless winters have gotten to him.
    However, this is simply not true. Seren is suffering, just as others are, and truthfully has little interest in relationships with others if they do not advance his goals. It is not that he is resentful towards others, but it is simply that he is jaded, and very tired. Unfortunately, with the downfall of the Sentinels, he finds himself in a position where it is likely for the best that he develops no more genuine relationships with people. He would much rather quietly cherish those who are still in his life.
 
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JASPER MACFARLANE

  • Essentials
    Full Name | Jasper MacFarlane
    Nickname | Jax, Jas, Perry by his mother
    Age | twenty
    Gender | male
    Profession | Sailor's (?) apprentice, aspiring cartographer
    Allegiance(s) | the Horizon League


    Appearance
    Like anyone in the prime of their youth, Jasper is a strapping lad with sharp, angular features, hair as red as rust and eyes as warm and dark as chocolate. His years of hauling and working on ships has molded him into a sturdy, skillful young man with an eye for detail and a penchant for hard work. wip

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Gareth Ashfall​
  • Essentials
    Full Name: Gareth Ashfall
    Nickname: N/A
    Age: 23
    Gender: Male
    Profession: Fisherman, secret magic wielder
    Allegiance(s): Labor Union

    Appearance
    Gareth has straight brown hair that he attempts to keep in some kind of order with mixed results. He has brown, almond-shaped eyes and a few freckles here and there if you look closely enough. The set of furs he bartered for was already slightly too big when he first got them, and the harsh conditions of the Ninth Winter have only increased his gaunt appearance. He is slightly above average height and has a medium frame.

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    Persona:
    Gareth is friendly enough. He doesn’t want to stand out too much in either direction -- being too quiet so that people wonder what he’s up to or being loud enough to be the center of attention. He tends to engage with people at middle distance.

    He is a keen observer of human behavior, watching body language and facial expressions as closely as possible to try to predict how people will react. This helps him avoid confrontation as much as possible, which helps him keep a low profile.

    He tries to approach situations as logically as possible. He was responsible for building out his family’s business before the Ninth Winter began, and he attempts to be as thoughtful as possible when trying to solve problems. He is a reasonably good negotiator when he needs to be.

    Gareth tends to startle easily, especially if someone approaches without him noticing.
 

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