One x One Sunrise for the Damned [sraes]

[Coward]

<p>


Sidqiel Langfield


</p>


<p>


Age: 22


</p>


<p>


Appearance:


</p>


<p>


Height: 5'11"


</p>


<p>


</p>


<p>


Personality:


</p>


<p>


To call Sid hot headed would be generous. Only a lifetime of practice has given him any ability to control his emotions, but they're always right under the surface. More than anything he hates inaction, and needs to be constantly moving and doing things to stave off a pervasive anxiety. Despite or maybe because of this he somehow maintains an absolute focus when he really needs it, but it dissolves the instant the crisis is over. With nothing to do he may turn to reckless behaviour, or drink. At the core he is as good a person as anyone really is now, which is to say he doesn't want to hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it, but he quickly jumps to violence as a solution to problems.


</p>


<p>


</p>


<p>


Bio:


</p>


<p>


Sid was born in the Inner Kingdom, the second son of a wealthy family that had risen to power alongside Ysanus. As such he was unreasonably well looked after, always having enough to eat, servants, clothing, but mostly ignored by his parents.


</p>


<p>


</p>


<p>


At ten he was given his first bow, with the expectation that at some point he would pull his weight as an officer in the god-kings sacred army. He took to the archery with surprising intensity for a spoiled child, but never did learn any discipline. When he was eighteen things took a turn for the worst in the Inner Kingdom. After a minor revolt Ysanus had grown increasingly reclusive, and his rulings became unpredictable and often violent. Families disappeared overnight, and houses burned. In the streets human sacrifice was performed with supposed traitors taken from wealthy houses, and their blood used to scribe the sign of the Third Eye on public monuments. The god-king's chimeric thralls roamed unchecked, terrorising the increasingly restless crowds into dispersing.


</p>


<p>


</p>


<p>


A year later Sid woke with smoke filling his lungs, and running through his parent's house found holy soldiers in the act of butchering his younger sisters. He ran, escaping through his bedroom window onto the neighboring rooftop, and by sheer luck made it away. The next day his parents and brother were publicly executed as traitors. Whether they were or not he had no idea, but it was now impossible for him to remain in the city. For the next three years he survived as a fugitive in the Outer Kingdom, where knowing how to use a bow was a genuinely useful skill. But the seed of rage within him sprouted, grew monumental. Enraged at himself for running he fantasised constantly about returning, putting an arrow in the royal third eye.


</p>


<p>


</p>


<div class="mj_tab">


<div class="mj_tab_items">


</div>


<div class="mj_tab_contents">


</div>


</div>


<p>


Other:


</p>


<p>


Unusually, even for an Inner Kingdom man Sid has no obvious mutations at all. Though he knows in theory what magic is he doesn't understand it, and has trouble actually believing that it works. He still, somehow, carries the same bow that he took from his room as he fled. This is an heirloom weapon, a real compound bow from Before that was most likely used in competition. Using it he can shoot further and with more power than most archers using inferior new-made weapons, but making arrows that will withstand the draw strength of it and fly straight is a problem. In the last three years he also gained some skill with a knife - being constantly mugged at night for your prize bow will do that for you.


</p>

 

[sraes]

​

Name: Kade Marcus
​

 
​

Age: 23
​

 
​

Appearance:
​

 
​

​

 
​

6'2"
​

 
​

 
​

Personality: Idealistic almost to a fault, Kade sees the best in people and actively works to better the lives of those around them. Don't be fooled by his sweet nature, though, he is a warrior through and through - naivety and innocence have no place in his world and he knows that aggression is often the only logic some will listen to. Still he clings to the idea that even the hardest of hearts can be softened and the violent world they inhabit isn't the only route their world can take.
​

 
​

 
​

History: Kade was born in a small village - more a tiny gathering of people in tents and makeshift buildings than anything resembling the towns of old - quite close to the wastelands on the edge of a barony battered on all sides by stronger, more powerful barons. Baron Gaole reacted to these ongoing threats by 'enlisting' many of the mages of his region; not into an army - the God-King would never allow such a power to exist beyond his control - but into his fighting rings to battle for the privilege of becoming one of his trusted bodyguards and granted a boon.
​

 
​

At fourteen Kade was already a well practiced mage and warrior in an area that, being so close to the wastes, produced many magic users and many magical beasts. In so small an area it was inevitable that he would come to the Baron's attention. He was taken to the ring and, over the years that intervened, became one of it's most feared warriors. No one was surprised when he was named Guard by Baron Gaole.
​

 
​

He served in his position for many years before news reached them that his birth village was being marched on my an adjacent barony aiming to send a message - Kade asked Baron Gaole, in exchange for the boon he'd won upon his service, to send warriors out to defend the village where his family remained. The Baron would not part with his men, so few were they, but Kade refused to abandon those he loved so he fled Gaole's stronghold and rushed to defend his people.
​

 
​

He was too late.
​

 
​

 
​

Other: Magic runs thick in Kade's blood but like with all magi it is not without price. The flecks of metal buried in his flesh - shining and silver-grey against his dark skin - had been there for longer than he could recall. Perhaps they'd always been there, as much a part of him as his skin and bones. As the years progressed and Kade's magic grew, so too did the metal: it grew and moved and acted as his flesh did, an seemingly organic metal imitating life. As of now a palm-sized splash rests at the junction of his neck and right shoulder, thin tendrils wrap around his left calf, and his left arm is encased fully from fingertips to halfway up his forearm. With each year the metal creeps further and, quietly, he wonders is someday it will consume him entirely.
​

 
​

Spoiler

​

​