Fantasy Tales of Ayoth CS

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[Reinhardt]

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CredentialsCombat Credentials: Describe your character's physical combat capabilities. How does your character fight? With a sword? An axe perhaps? Do they fight recklessly? Do they use dirty tricks like throwing mud? How strong are they?
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Skills: Describe your character's out-of-combat capabilities. Things like knowing how to cook, how to track beasts, etc.

InventoryEquipment: List your equipment here. Weapons, armors, shields, magic tomes, etc. Follow the format: Item name - Item description.
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ExtraPut your extra stuff here - the character's quotes, theme songs, trivia about them, etc.

 

[Emmi]

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|| Name ||
Celeste Esmerelda

|| Age ||
23

|| Gender ||
Female

|| Race ||
Human

|| Nationality ||
Celeste is from the Thorus Kingdom.

|| Profession ||
Captain of a Pirate Ship
Celeste ventures the seas and oceans in search of treasure and new land. Although she spends most of her time on her ship in the water, she can be occasionally be seen on land as well.

|| Height ||
5'4"

|| Weight ||
120 lbs.

Personal Details
|| Appearance ||
Celeste Esmerelda is a charming lady, yet quite scary. She has long, whitish blonde hair that's stylized into a ponytail. Her eyes are a light blue with a hint of silverish grey, and it seems as though light reflects from her eyes like shattered glass. She has fair, pale skin and luscious pink lips that are naturally glossy. Standing at 5'4", she's a mesomorph build. Her posture is completely straight like an aristocrat, and she carries herself with poise and grace. She wears normal, brown pirate attire and a large brown pirate hat with a white feather.

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|| Personality ||
Celeste is a very calm and woman with a great composer. She's a very graceful and poised young woman who carries herself with pride and dignity. Celeste is a very mature person who will never back down from a fight. Even though she's pretty cocky, she lives up to her cockiness. She's very clever and intelligent who seems to know her ways through the seas. Being courageous and bold, she's also very quick and agile. Celeste is also alert around her surroundings, since she has trust issues. Along with being dedicated, she will never give up even with the hardest obstacles thrown her way. Even with these positive traits, she has quite the number of negative ones too. Even though she's very calm, she tends to be cold and ruthless towards others, putting others down in a very tranquil way. She's a selfish woman who cares more about her money than friendship. Being anti-social, she doesn't really make many friends, since she tends to shoo them away due to her creepy behavior. She's pretty rebellious against the government, royalty, and nobility, and believes every word from their mouth is a blunt lie (due to her parents' cruel behavior). Or rather, a truth that's too far stretched. She's a very troublesome girl who's pretty stubborn and will never change her own point of view unless given clear logic and fact and you somehow convince her. Taking away her sarcasm, she's pretty humorless, too. Overall, her character alignment is in between chaotic evil and neutral evil.

|| Backstory ||
Celeste Esmerelda was born to nobility, a silver spoon in her mouth. Although she had both parents, money, and her siblings, she never had the one thing that she desired: love. Her parents were too busy with either work or counting money. They were cruel people who would use their title to their advantage. Slowly, Celeste would start doing obscure things to gain her parents' attention. They would work for only a mere second or a minute, but they would go back to what they were initially doing. Celeste slowly started to become more distant, copying her parents' behaviors. She wouldn't bother her parents anymore, and instead, did her own thing. That was, until her father passed from a carriage accident.

The mother started to drink, and take out her anger and sorrow on her child. The aristocratic family was crumbling to pieces, and Celeste knew that. She felt as though she were the cause of her mother's problems, and hated herself for that. Slowly, her hatred turned to her mother, who hated being a widow and was in search for a wealthy man. Why wouldn't her mother stay independent? Why did she have to take out her anger on the child? Why was she not over father's death already? Celeste heard them argue each night, so why? Or, could she be mourning over the fact that she was a widow now? A realization came over Celeste that her mother was a selfish whore who valued money and men.

And so, unable to take the heat, Celeste decided to run away from home.

Deciding to leave her own home, she packed up things she'd need on her journey. Some extra clothes, food, water, etc. She even packed some money for the journey. Quietly, as she was walking, she noticed her mother passed out from drinking, green amulet in hand. The green amulet was a vey expensive item. It was a gift from her father to her mother. Grinning, Celeste stole the amulet from her mother, believing she could fetch a nice price from it in case her money supply depletes. With the amulet, she quickly ran away for her own freedom from her mother.

When she ran off, she was in the streets for a good amount of weeks. She bought and stole food, and tried to survive. She slept in the streets, lacking a bed or a blanket to keep herself warm. A man walked up to her. He was a man in his mid twenties, and took her in. Celeste's new guardian was a captain of his pirate ship, and her new home was the pirate ship itself. The man needed a new member of the crew, and why not take a girl with emotional issues? He raised Celeste to be a cold-hearted pirate who would do anything for her crew, captain, and treasure.

The man and Celeste grew close. They were simply best friends. Celeste was crowned First Mate, and would take over the ship if that man would not be able to any longer. That was, until one day, when Celeste was eighteen years old, the captain perished in the hands of another notorious pirate in a ship heist. Celeste, determined to take revenge for the man and save the ship, ended up battling the pirate, and killed the pirate once and for all. Celeste had earned the title of Captain and stayed a great captain for five years. Currently, she resides in Truth of the Sea, that man's beloved ship, which is now Celeste's, working as a captain of her pirate crew. She's currently an infamous pirate that many land-dwellers know of. They call her "Ice Heart" due to her cold and rude demeanor.

Credentials
|| Combat Credentials ||
The female pirate fights with her long, silver sword. Her fighting skills are very good, and she's very skillful, since she has practiced and done this a billion times. She fights with poise and grace, as if it were a dance like ballet or some other form of dance. Even though she can be pretty reckless and cocky, she believes that she would always win a battle or duel fairly, and will always fight fair, even if the other person doesn't. She's a skillful and strong fighter, even without her sword. Although she can fight without weapons, she prefers weapons. But if the other person she's battling does not have weapons, she will certainly withdraw her own, and use her own fists to make it a fair fight.

|| Magic Credentials ||
Celeste isn't exactly skilled in magic, for she is human. She hasn't studied it at all. She's ignorant when it comes to magic.

|| Skills ||
Celeste is a very great navigator and she's a very skilled artist. She loves to paint landscapes and portraits and sell them when she isn't out on her adventures. She's a very terrible cook, and can't cook for her dear life, but eats what she makes to survive. She's a great tracker, and had tracked many beasts and treasures in her own life-time. Her decision-making and leadership is the best, and quite known for it.

Inventory
|| Equipment ||
Silver Death - "Silver Death" is her trusty silver pirate cutlass. It's pretty long, about 30 inches in length. The cutlass has a black leather handle with designs carved into the leather, and the cutlass's blade is very sharp and clean. It's blade's color is a graceful silver that shimmers with true beauty. It's sheath is long with black leather and silver designs on it.

|| Items ||
Truth of the Sea - "Captain Esmerelda"'s beloved pirate ship. She cares for it and treasures it like her own child. She wouldn't know what to do with herself if Truth of the Sea went missing, destroyed, or stolen. It was her only friend.

Mother's Amulet - Her green amulet. She always wears this amulet (as seen in her images), and she keeps it with her at all times even if she isn't wearing it. It was stolen out of spite for her mother. Even though she hated her mother... she can't bring herself to destroy or sell the momentum.

Extra
|| Dialogue ||
Talking: Green, Bold.
Thinking: Green, Italic.

|| Quotes ||
"I assume you haven't heard about me... and that's fine. I'll just give you a head start."
"Truth? You believe what your own government says, no matter if it's Truth or Lies, and you believe they're Truth because of your goddamn loyalty."
"Pardon me, but I'm enjoying my wine. I don't have time for such a dumbass."

|| Theme ||

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[DergTheDergon]

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Name: Zashizrassa “Zashi” ‘Va’Nyeshrii
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Race: Reptilian Median
Nationality: Thorus
Profession: A ranger, wilderness guide, and Huntress for a small village.
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 140 lbs

Personal Details​

Personality: She tends to come off rather blunt and to-the-point, and to speak her mind without issue. However, she is also personable, harboring a much kinder and more thoughtful side that comes across less often in her speech and more often through thoughtful action and looking out for others in many ways. No-nonsense with most people, she tends to loosen up a little more around those she’s grown particularly fond of. She has no prejudices of any kind due to being raised as a citizen of the Kingdom of Thorus through and through and thus tends to get along well with others most of the time. That being said, if she sees one as dishonest or dishonorable due to their actions she will tend to treat them with more caution and scrutiny than most others whilst avoiding unnecessary animosity as best she can.

Backstory: Zashi Grew up in a small family of lizardfolk in a town near the capital of Thorus, her and her parents being the only ones of her kind among the town’s other diverse peoples. Her parents moved there whilst she was still within her mother's womb to get away from their tribe due to the divided state of the tribe of already small means, a civil war brewing as a result.

They were accepted in rather easily due to the open nature of the Thorus Kingdom, though because they were the only people of their kind in town, they still found themselves alienated and avoided by many. Despite this, the others were mostly good to her and her kin, especially after they'd lived there peacefully for a while whilst contributing to the town with her parents' hardworking nature that quickly flowered within young Zashi as well. She still had some difficulty creating true friendships with any of the other children in town, none of which were of the same race and many of which saw her as strange. A few adults within the village ended up taking quite a liking to her, though, so she didn't find herself at a loss for companionship for long. She never truly felt that she needed to fall in love and settle down like most of the other village women did, either, though she certainly still thinks about it from time to time and keeps an eye out for someone she really feels she could settle with.

Her parents did all they could to teach her the values of Honor, Honesty and gentle care for nature that had remained at the core of other people’s culture for millennia, values which they saw and twisted and undermined within the tribe as it had been when they last saw it, this being the other reason they left it. Among the melting pot that was the Thorus Kingdom, they found more individuals they felt kept in step with their values, and Zashi herself certainly grew a deep sense of duty to keep them herself, a trait of hers that has only grown more rigid since then.

As an adolescent, she found herself climbing trees and exploring on the outskirts of town rather often, finding that she enjoyed nature. A local hunter began to pass by and chat with her every now and then, which led to her asking him to teach her of the bow. If wasn’t long before she was known as the youngest huntress in the village. She found herself spending time in and learning as much of the wilds as she possibly could.

By the time she was in her mid-twenties, she had carved out a rather in-demand niche for herself among the villagers and was living comfortably, content with her work and with developing her skills when the townsfolk were not in need of them. She felt rather satisfied with this, and found herself wanting to stay like this forever. She saw no need for settling down or for doing anything else with her life than what she was doing at the time, though she learned after around 2 years of this pleasant life of hers that things rarely stayed the same for long.

Suddenly, her parents, who had been aging considerably at this point, both came down with a mysterious illness. Despite seeking help and remedy from every source she could find, her mother and father both passed away due to the illness less than a year later. She was devastated, and only found solace in the wilds, spending many days away from civilization gathering herself as best as she could, only returning to restock the absolute necessities for herself and to check in with the townsfolk she’d most bonded with.

After a while of this, she found herself longing for a greater purpose than she felt she had here, and found herself bringing it up with an aged Syrieth within her hometown whom she’d successfully sought for advice from many times before. He bid her to follow her heart and to find solace again wherever she could find it. He said that he saw great potential in her, as well, and that her destiny could be far greater than she may ever anticipate. Soon after thanking him for his advice, she began to wander the lands, seeing the sights and learning all she could learn of Ayoth, it’s creatures and its peoples. She still wanders our tale begins, finding fulfillment in what the next day may bring, and the good she could do for as many of the creatures and peoples of Ayoth as possible, and perhaps quell some threats to the populace’s wellbeing along the way. There’s at least one resident in every town she’s visited that might attest she’s doing just that wherever she goes. She thinks to herself rather often that she won’t stop her journeys until she is old and unable to travel anymore, or the dangers of Ayoth claim her, whichever comes first.

Credentials​

Combat Credentials: Decently skilled with a bow after practicing since her early adolescence. In a pinch, her claws come in handy, but she is most in her element when fighting from a distance, preferably from some vantage point or another; her closest calls have always been when she’s been cornered. She is focused, precise and as humane as possible when defending herself, especially against animals, and always goes into an encounter with the idea of surviving with her wits, instinct and cunning, and not letting her thoughts or emotions get to her in the heat of battle as much as possible, a discipline she learned from the hunter who mentored her in her teens.

Magic Credentials: N/A

Skills: Herbalism (comprehensive knowledge of Ayloth’s flora), hunting and tracking animals, basic open-fire cooking, survival skills such as fire and shelter building, fletching and flintknapping for keeping her quiver stocked with arrows, wood carving, and basic first aid. Also very adept and climbing, running, jumping and swimming. Also, her eyes allow her to see in the dark rather easily, her nose excellent for tracking the scent of any specific animal or sapient being.

Inventory/Equipment​

Hunting bow- Carved of a strong, yet springy wood prized by many archers within Ayoth and strung with sinew the way that her mentor had taught her. She made it herself, the weapon the result of several years of practice and many weapons of lesser quality.

Quiver- can hold 15 arrows. The arrows, much like the bow, are simple in make but effective.

leather armor. Follow the format: Item name - Item description.

Items:
Carving knife: Used exclusively for shaping wood into useful implements, and from time to time artistic sculptures.

Extra​

Quotes:
“My full name is a beast most softskin tongues can’t tame, so, call me Zashi.”

“I will do my part in ensuring each of you come to as little harm as I can ensure by my own efforts. Life is precious.”

“One that lies whilst scheming against his brethren is doomed; honesty and honor are the only ways to truly prosper.”

Misc:
A bit of a smoker, carries a wooden pipe and smokes a tobacco-like herb that commonly grows wild in most areas of Ayoth. She finds the ritual centering, and always finds a patch of bare earth to mix the ashes into as a fertilizer as a way of giving back to the earth. She learned of the benefits of the ash from a farmer in her hometown.

She tends to throw around the term “softskin” rather often to refer to other races and median non-reptilian subraces. She means no offense by the term, just uses it as a point of emphasis when speaking of differences between her own kind and others, or things she finds strange about other cultures.

She finds a great deal of pleasure in observing the beauty of nature in all its forms; animals, sunrises, sunsets, serene landscapes, and everything in between.

 

[Archie]

MANFRED OF SLIGO​

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  || Name ||
  Manfred Darlton
  
  || Age ||
  18
  
  || Gender ||
  Male
  
  || Race ||
  Human
  
  || Nationality ||
  Obilian
  
  || Profession ||
  Sword-brother of the Inquisition
  
  || Height ||
  6'5"
  
  || Weight ||
  262 lbs.
  
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  || Appearance ||
  Manfred is a towering man, cosen first of his profession for his athleticism and size. His beard makes him look nearly 10 years older than his age. His muscles have been enhanced by prolific diableries in the past couple of years (see: magic section).
  
  || Personality ||
  Manfred is capable, determined, and extremely brainwashed. Having grown up his entire life in the vicious and oppressive environment of the Holy Brothers of the Sword, Manfred has known no other truth than the word of the prophet Obil. All other sciences and ideas are inferior to his teachings. After being put on the prison detail, the ability to not just parrot, but to live by Obil's teachings, became a matter of life and death. Manfred sold out his friends to get off the detail, and since has acquired a position of respect - though not seniority - inside the Creed as their most capable martial artist. He does not think, and drowns out his emotions by diving head-first into his work. He is desensitized to pain, gore, brutality, and to working or riding through the night. Manfred believes Obil to be completely correct, and all the failings of the prophet's followers to be acts of sabotage by traitors and heretics. Manfred's only dream is to be the right hand man of Obil and to aid him in cleansing the world of non-believers.
  
  Manfred is a forthright, persistent young man, driven by an angry determination to fight a world he sees as un-enlightened. Despite having no wealth or freedom of his own, he maintains the prophet Obil's double-think position that true freedom only exists in the Creed. While faithful, Manfred, like the rest of his sword-brothers, is not honorable. Sword-brothers are no strangers to sabotaging their enemies, attacking them in the dark, or poisoning their weapons - fighting fair often isn't an option against dark mages and monsters. Manfred's sole source of conflict with his masters lies in his sexuality, which he represses and denies.
  
  || Backstory ||
  
  Manfred was over a foot and a half long from birth. His size pre-determined his fate in the oppressive environment of Obil. He last saw his parents at the age of 5, and since then had forgotten all about them, having been drafted as a page among the sword-brothers of the inquisition. In his combat training, Manfred was fast - his instincts were precocious, and he had natural athleticism. However, he was reckless, outspoken, and hard to control.
  
  These qualities landed him on the Reformation Unit, the prison detail of the Creed, at the age of 9. Conditions were horrible - flies infested the crowded dorms, beans and rice were the only food, and workdays lasted 18 hours or more. The priests shoved the doctrines of Obil down the throats of the "wrongdoers" on the reformation unit until each knew no other words. Applying Obil's doctrines and becoming the model Creed member became a matter of life and death for young Manfred. After two years of starvation, he was allowed back into the the sword-brothers to continue his training. The discipline from the reformation unit ended up being beneficial, as it allowed him to train harder and longer than his peers. Manfred won the fortress-wide Zal-Kabar contest at the age of 14, and placed second in the country-wide contest a year later. He was assigned to be a Berserker due to his combat abilities and recklessness, and trained in the magic of Diablerie, which allowed him to absorb the life force of defeated foes. After his first victory in the nationwide Zal-Kabar tourney the following year, and three heretic kills under his belt, Manfred was knighted. Though he was only 16, this was actually not so uncommon for someone who had been in training in a military order for his whole life, and did not represent any unusual achievement on Manfred's part.
  
  The following two years, Manfred found his element, hunting down monsters, bandits, and most of all, heretics, in his new role as a berserker-knight of the faith. Due to Diablerie, fighting groups of enemies was no concern to him, so Manfred was allowed to operate on his own. It was in this time that the faithful knight discovered a dark secret. It was not unusual for "holy" knights to relieve themselves on female heretics before killing them, but Manfred found he had a taste for the male captives. Driven by fear of punishment, Manfred never told any of the other knights of his "perversion", and made sure to kill all "witnesses" to his acts.
  
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  || Combat Credentials ||
  Manfred fights Zal-Kabar, the martial arts style of the warrior monks of Arce, involving hand and weapon styles. His best weapons are falchions and swords, but he is skilled in a number of weapons including whips, chains, sword breakers, axes, and even rat tails. The style emphasizes drilling speed and endurance in order to last entire battles, as fatigue kills more warriors than oversight. It focuses heavily on grappling and throws to kill armored warriors and incapacitate larger monsters through arm bars, recognizing the reality that most swords have no effect on large monsters and armored warriors. Manfred has been the Zal-Kabar champion of Obid for two years.
  
  || Magic Credentials ||
  Manfred's only magical skill of note is Diablerie, which consumes a defeated foe to heal his wounds and increase his muscle mass. It is a form of blood magic, sugar-coated as a gift from the heavens, which absorbs the energy in the blood of the defeated creature to force-feed the users muscle tissue. Diablerie is useless in single combat, but with each slain enemy, the user becomes stronger.
  
  || Skills ||
  Manfred knows every verse of the Holy books forward and back, and can hunt in the wilderness. He has excellent physical endurance and can run for hours without tiring.
  
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  Ava- Manfred's Falchion, a heavy weapon meant to penetrate armored and thick-skinned enemies.
  
  Twin daggers - Two butterfly knives which are meant for finishing off enemies quickly or fighting after Ava has been lost.
  
  Four pointed shield
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  || Quotes ||
  
  "I will not kill you. Without Arce, you are already dead"
  
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[AiDEE-c0]

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Name: Thula Tatterleaf
Age: Mid-Twenties
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Nationality: The Thorus kingdom
Profession: Druid

Height: Around 170 centimeters
Weight: Fairly lightweight

Personal Details
Personality:
Thula is a calm person for the most part, having been taught in the ways of nature, patience is a necessary virtue to her. Indeed, surrounded by nature is where she truly feels at home, collecting herbs and beholding the beauty of the forest as a hobby. As the apprentice of the Archdruid, she is also an eager learner, desiring all the knowledge needed in order to aid her community and friendly souls that happen to come across it. As a healer, she also holds empathy for those who suffer and disdain for those who cause said suffering. Her only jump in personality happens during rituals, when she enters trance-like states in order to call upon mana and the gods.

Backstory:
Hailing from a secluded forest community, this druid always knew little of the outside world. Hidden somewhere along the forest outskirts of the Thorus kingdom, the isolationist group was the result of a Syrieth taking under his wing a dozen human orphans which lost their families in shipwreck. These orphans built a small village under his guidance, straying away from outside affairs completely.

Thula was supposedly born holding a tattered leaf in her hand, a symbol of druidry and a destiny to follow. Because of this, the Archdruid of the small community of her birth took her under his wing right away, teaching her the ways of nature from the get-go. He laid down upon her all the knowledge he could, seeing it as his divine duty. For some, this could be seen as a horrid childhood, but Thula bore great love for the forest and the knowledge surrounding it, so she bore with it as best she could. By the time of her maturity, she was expected to perform rituals, sacrifice to the gods and spirits, take care of the hunters returning home and healing the sick and the elders. These expectations she fulfilled and exceeded, the knowledge came to her almost naturally. This way of living continued for another decade, with little disturbance to the day order, up until the Archdruid fell ill and weak.

Her training was supposed to carry on for another dozen years, but this brought a halt to it for sure. The crisis began a personal problem for Thula, all the responsibilities of the Archdruid now fell on her as well, the expectations increasing thousandfold. Taking care of the forest, tanning, making food for the community, teaching the young - another batch of things to attend to daily.

Her relief came only with the Archdruid's last words. Claiming to have been beckoned by a spirit of old, he sent her out into the world to seek out a proper purpose, giving her his staff and protective blessing. And that is where she stands now.

Credentials
Combat Credentials: Thula is not very fond of physical combat, nor would she be very good at it, should a fondness surface. She holds no mastery over sword or axe, the closest she's ever been to holding one being when she grasped the Archdruid's staff. Her very physique is lacking as well, allowing for the combat prowess of maybe a twig.
Magic Credentials: Magic is where Thula shines, having been under the Archdruid's guidance ever since she could remember. As a druid, her ability is wholly tied to the environment that surrounds her. When the forest grows denser, her power grows as well. For the most part, her craft consists of creating tonics and potions, but she also holds the ability to shape the nature around her, accelerate the growth of saplings and bring forth mana into charms and trinkets.

Skills: Aside from being a well-taught herbalist, Thula can also create ornate trinkets of gem, leaf and bone, tan, sing, and treat a good number of wounds, having a history as a healer. She is knowledgeable in the field of animal and partially human anatomy. Her general cooking skill is mediocore, but she excels with spices.

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Equipment:

Spoiler: Druidic Garb

- Her regular "outfit," its only real unique trait being its strong herbal smell.

Spoiler: Archdruid's Staff

- While not an archdruid yet at all, this staff was given to her to accompany her on her journey. As an item, it slightly amplifies the wielder's ability to manipulate and release mana.

Items:
Thula's belt holds a multitude of pouches all around, these are;
Pouch of Bones - Includes several, small critter bones.
Pouch of Leaves - Filled with the green parts of herbs.
Pouch of Colors - Holds a combination of berries, mushroom caps and blossoms.
Pouch of Spices - A pouch of... spices.

She holds a few charms on her person.
Predator's charm - Made out of wolf canines, string and fur, it is meant to ward off predators.
Charm of Luck - A rabbit's foot, treated with salt, four clover leaves attached at random points.
The Tattered Leaf - A bronze leaf on a string, tied around her neck. The leaf is lightly tattered, but its structure still appears strong.

Extra
Religion - An oddity in the land of Ayoth, Thula is a pagan, believer in the old ways. From the gods of old to the forgotten ancients, she calls upon the names of many, just not Arce, being barely aware of her existance.
Customs - Thula is uneducated in the ways of the kingoms. Her customs come from a secluded forest community and so, her mindset could prove alien to its outsiders.

 

[Nano]

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  name // althea lowell^[1]
  age // nine^[2]
  gender // female
  race // homunculus
  nationality // etrea kingdom
  profession // peddler
  height // 4’11” (150cm)
  weight // 115lbs (52kg)
  
  
  homunculus
  Moreso a myth than a being of substance, a homunculus, also known as a wraith or phantasma, is said to be an artificial lifeform spawned by the hands of a heretic. The idea itself was conceptualized centuries ago from the machinations of a human who had turned his back on the old gods. Legends then state that the man, who had wished to resurrect his dearly beloved, became disgusted at the hollow monstrosity he had created and ultimately destroyed every remnant of his research. His failures, however, did not stop others from chasing after what seemed like mere pipedreams.
  
  Over the ages, those who sought the secret of life churned out abominations one by one. Yet from among the monsters, an individual would occasionally successfully birthe the ideal manifestation of his or her delusions. These homunculi were modeled after their creators—oftentimes humans or the etherborn—in every aspect. The singular difference was that their hearts were not hearts but rather an artificial core formed from a dense concentration of mana which would then circulate throughout their bodies. This, however, made them vulnerable to anti-magic and imperfect designs would frequently lead to fairly short lifespans. Eventually, the distressingly low success rates and the persecution of the practice as heresy led to it fading into obscurity once again.
  
  
  
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  To the common person, the term “homunculus” has become synonymous to an artificial being that acts on nerve impulses rather than coherent thoughts or emotions. Thus, the animated expressions of the petite brunette leave none the wiser. Bright and curious by nature, she thrives by devouring knowledge of all kinds, and her interest in stories reveals a childlike endearment. This intelligence, however, not only sets her apart from most homunculi but also the humans that she was modeled after.
  
  Contrary to the complexity of her situation, Althea bears a preference towards simplicity. Far too often, she’s seen people waste their lives away while attempting to resolve their existential crises. In fact, emotions such as jealousy are foreign concepts to her, which extends to a complete lack of longing “to be” something anything other than what the world desires to shape her into. It is bonds and experiences that makes every individual unique, so to covet the natures of others is to shape yourself into a lie that rejects that individuality.
  
  However, this lack of negativity often translates to a form of naivete. With a “what will be, will be” mindset, Althea tends to take most things at face value, leading to disastrous consequences when met with ill intentions. Unfortunately, her nonchalance causes her to come out of every incident having failed to develop any sense of awareness or even the notion that not everything should be endured as is.
  
  
  backstory
  LOG #1
  14TH DAY OF SANACTIA, 188TH YEAR
  
  “They claimed I was a fool, that I was mad. Gradually I began to think so as well with each passing year producing more and more failures. However, who would have thought that successfully converting a heart into a core would bring about such a perfect vessel into existence? This grueling decade and a half was well worth the wait. At long last, I have managed to take Aletheia back from the filthy hands of those vile gods!”
  
  ...or so his final entry stated. In the end, Ruslan Hartwin had met his end by the claws of dozens of misshapen homunculi, the very homunculi that the once great scholar had created. As per the orders of the local nobles, I and two others were dispatched on a covert job request to clear up the area and destroy all evidence of the laboratory. Thus, everything was slaughtered or burned—save for one.
  
  Inside a carefully concealed room was a child with brown hair and vibrant amber eyes. With a quivering voice, she asked if I was alright, as if she feared that I, a mere stranger, would succumb to the light injuries inflicted by the homunculi outside. Had it not been for the mentions of “Aletheia” in Hartwin’s logbook that I had burned just minutes before, I would have easily been mislead into believing that she was a survivor of some human experiment. After all, any depictions of homunculi depicted them as monstrosities, and even the vague successes were said to be mere hollow shells that appeared perfect but lacked thoughts or emotions. So how could a homunculus like this little girl possibly exist?
  
  Unable to bring my sword down upon her neck, I took her back to the surface under the pretense that she was just a child who had gotten caught up in Hartwin’s experiments. If she survived for this long, then she had a right to life. And if she proved to be evil, only then could I judge her without regrets.
  
  
  LOG #4
  44TH DAY OF SANACTIA, 188TH YEAR
  
  It has been 30 days since I found this homunculus child named Althea. She does not appear to suffer from the fleeting lifespans of homunculi, but various other traits clearly mark her as something other than human. Her intelligence and strength far exceed that of something only recently born, and any mild injuries close up within seconds. Her mind also appears to be quite tenacious, only nodding in understanding when I had explained what she was and that her nature was to be kept secret. On the other hand, she stares out at the world with a curiosity and wonder that only something “living” could possess. She cannot cast magic, yet she has already devoured every book and magical tome that she has managed to get her hands on. Perhaps it is time to send her to an academy. Before I get too attached…
  
  
  LOG #54
  25TH DAY OF HEARTHGLOW, 194TH YEAR
  
  After all those years of overseeing her training and growth, even after sending her off to the academy to sate her curiosity, I can say that I have soundly lost. Perhaps the tipping point was her longevity, and I began to hope that she continued to live. Like how she considers myself her father, I have come to see her as a daughter not just in name. Though now new worries are on the rise. She speaks of wishing to travel the continent in the future, to learn more of magic, the homunculi, and herself. Unfortunately, she is stubborn: as all parents do, I can only pray for her safety whenever that time comes. May whatever gods who exist in this world have mercy on this child.
  
  
  
• combat credentials
  The daughter of a former knight commander turned retired mercenary, Althea is long trained in the use of polearms, in particular the halberd, with a dagger or sword as backup. Her preference for more scholarly pursuits, however, leads to an advantage in refined technique and brute strength over solid experience. Overall, she is a peace-loving child who only ever acts on the defensive, as she is but a humble peddler on a journey to discover her place in the world.
  
  
  magic credentials
  As quoted from Althea herself, because she is “an existence born from heresy,” she is incapable of using magic which is “a miracle gifted from the grace of the gods.” However, her body was constructed in a way such that the mana that circulates throughout her body contributes to an enhanced physique, leading to a greater than average strength and a boosted physical recovery rate^[3].
  
  
  skills
  Though she cannot use magic herself, Althea’s knowledge of magic is extensive. As magic and anti-magic can easily be twisted into her greatest weaknesses, knowing what to avoid and the best ways to avoid them are key to her continued survival. As a member of the business of trade, she is also knowledgeable of spices and various foreign goods and is capable of appraising the quality of such items.
  
  
  
• equipment
  Chainmail - Though she is moreso a traveler than a combative unit, Althea still wears padded chainmail underneath her clothing in order to better protect herself from bandits and marauders.
  
  Halberd - A carefully maintained polearm that’s been her companion since her days training under her adoptive father. She’s considered trading it in for a sword as the latter is more convenient for travelers but always finds herself unable to.
  
  Dagger - Althea keeps a long dagger strapped to her belt as a backup weapon in the case that her halberd is somehow unavailable or cannot be used due to space restrictions.
  
  
  items
  Logbooks - Scrawled in tiny but neat handwriting are various accounts detailing her travels as well as inventory and any expenses and sales.
  
  Crescent Earrings - A silvery pair of daintily crafted earrings that her father had given to her as a gift on her seventh birthday. She treats them as a lucky charm of sorts, touching them whenever she needs the boost in encouragement.
  
  Various Goods - From spices to rare (but oftentimes random) trinkets, Althea is not picky with the kinds of wares she totes around for sale. As her goal is to spread the interesting things she finds in the various areas of the continent, she tends to pick up whatever strikes her fancy, whether it be an item bought for resale or some useful material she happens to find on the roadside. Unfortunately, this has resulted in her being in the red more than once, forcing her to pick up mercenary jobs from time to time.
  
  
  
• theme
  To be free from the delusion of “wanting to be”
  
  
  notes
  [1] Althea (derived from Aletheia) was actually named by Ruslan Hartwin himself before he died, suggesting that though she looked like Aletheia, he knew deep down that she was not Aletheia herself. Lowell is the surname of her adoptive father.
  
  [2] Though extremely young by the standards of just about any other race, Althea can be considered to be old for a homunculus. Any previously recorded subjects have been noted to expire within one or two years if not only within a few days. She has been ordered by her father to add ten years to her actual age whenever someone asks, though in truth she looks around sixteen at best.
  
  [3] Her body’s self-regenerative capabilities and lifeforce itself are sustained by her improved core which is able to convert sustained materials into the mana required, much like ordinary humans. Unfortunately, her core is still fairly unstable, and lapses in this system including having foreign mana injected into her body can easily lead to the decay of her core.
  
  
  quotes
  “Even if I am a mere clone, none of that matters. I may be a fake, but surely, these bonds and emotions are not a lie.”
  
  “It hurts, but that is the proof that I am alive.”
  
  “The gods are...well, my father and I never really talked about them.”
  
  
  

 

[Archon]

Profile

Name: Simply Driizt, Dri'izt in Illieth tongue
Age: 90
Gender: Male
Race: Illieth
Nationality: Etrea Kingdom
Profession: Grave Robber and Tomb Raider

Height: 6'3
Weight: 220lbs/100kg

Personality:
A rather archaic individual, Driizt fancies himself something of a philosophical fellow, exploring the intricacies of life's differences in depth. Calm and composed, he's strikingly well-spoken for a pagan dark mage isolated from civilization and his people. Yet that is hardly a visage of strength, Driizt has by all accounts, damned civilization and holds nothing but disdain for his own kind. The purpose of much of his pursuits is less the pursuit of knowledge, and the isolated pursuit of forbidden or dark knowledge. He's neither evil nor caring, ruthless nor generous, he walks the line of neutrality expertly and puts himself first before all else. Despite his selfishness, he's a civil and sociable, persuasive even when needed. His self-interest isn't so narrow as to make him unreliable however, he will do his utmost to further a cause or mission so long as it follows his agendas, though, if it doesn't... Problems may arise.

Backstory:
A simple existence by all accounts, Dri'izt, as known back then, led a rather unassuming life. His father was a simple guard and his mother was a herbalist, camped in the deep caverns of Cape Wrath, on the borders of the Etrean Kingdom, an Illieth holdout of formidable size, Dri'izt was taught the basics of Illieth society, often spending the days scaling tall rocks and mountains. Life never went awry nor did tragedy strike, but when the child became a young man the first inklings of magical talent weere spotted. In Illieth custom, it is frowned upon to pursue the arcane. Though the relationship was never particularly strained, Dri'izt and his parents collided, they forbid the practice of magic and their wayward son sought power and difference too much to accept. At 17, the very night of the argument, Dri'izt fled from sight and made haste for the College in Etrea-proper. Whilst many people need a push for such actions, it was simply Dri'izt's nature to follow the call of the arcane, to seek knowledge and power outside of the Illieth's shadow.

For some years, Dri'izt - now simply Driizt to eliminate the Illieth syllable - studied at the college. At first, he was content learning the theory magic and the spell schools in balanced thirsting. However Driizt was always fascinated by the schools of magic those of the college considered taboo, he did not want easy access to power, but merely did not see why they were branded such. Necromancy uses the dead, but once dead the person is no longer a being, how is such a practice more abhorrent than mind control? How does death magic differ from the school of fire? Both are destructive and painful in nature. Taken by these beliefs, Dri'izt - now 33 - repeated his actions of the past and took flight, an easy decision given he'd never built much of a bond with those at the college. It was easier still to plunder some more accepted tomes, sell them off in the black market, then use the funds for a single tome of necromancy.

Drifting away from society, Driizt floated from burial site to burial site, plundering the graves and tomes of figures of power, from old hermits to vampires, such places were wards against the common man through superstition alone and were all but open for the Illieth's taking. Score after score, and Driizt's knowledge of the dark arts grew, each tome building upon a steady pool of knowledge. Eventually, at 55, an older Illieth, now a specialized mage in his own right, took to the dangerous task of delving into old ruins. The realms of the ancients. Here, he gleamed power beyond mortality, acquiring a spell tome lost to time and an odd staff of fascination. Presently, a 90 year old Driizt remains adjusted to his goal, devouring the contents of plundered tomes.

Combat Credentials:
A combat master by no stretch of the imagination, Driizt is an untrained and inexperienced warrior, having relied on the threads of mana to carry him through each perilous path of life. However, he is of a strong and tall stock, physique honed from years of climbing and travelling, arduously living off the land and - where necessary - the draining of life essence. Should he find himself locked into close quarters, Driizt will rely entirely on his magical talent, attempting to beat back foes with tantalizing auras and destructive attacks.

Magic Credentials:
Driizt is an able practitioner of the arcane arts, able to channel his mana through flesh and bone without heed. However, he does possess a staff for greater power and control over his spellcasting. Despite the low regard in which it is held, Drizzt is a specialist of the Dark Arts, notably, Necromancy and Death magic, though both schools offer a wide variety of capabilities. Death magic focuses on destruction and decay, inducing corrosion and rot into the environment whilst battering opponents with violent swathes of dark energy. Necromancy is the art of life after death, resurrecting those who've fallen so they may serve once more. It is said that legendary necromancers can raise entire armies, blending dead flesh into amalgamations of terror. Driizt is a fairly basic necromancer, able to manipulate the strings of death for 10 or so followers.

Unique
Gaze of Undeath - A constant stream of purple energy, channeled either by hand or by magical catalyst, a typical ranged offensive maneuver which puts pressure on the opponent and causes great discomfort. The initial blast tends to be rather powerful, able to knock people back fair distances, the energy itself burns hot like fire, utilizing accelerated corrosion to melt away steel and flesh alike if in contact for too long. This is a special spell evidently lost to the realms of civilized beings, recovered deep within the ruins of a former Lich-King by Driizt. Though not overly powerful or destructive in the grand scheme of magic, this is Driizt's go-to spell for most situations, as its unique heritage makes it one of the few abilities not requiring any words of power or signal preparation. Activation is as simple as raising a hand.

Skills:
Spotting and Disarming - When you spend your life delving into perilous tombs of dead dark lords, you become something of an expert at uncovering subtle machinations of many an adventurer's undoing. Driizt perception is brilliantly attuned for spotting traps and other dangers, and then being able to disarm said trap to move on freely.
Survival - The usual, he can live off wildlife by laying simple traps and is able to set up camps and fires to ward off nature's assault.
Runic Readings - Driizt is able to understand the basics of black speech runes, as they form the basis of much of the tomes he seeks.

Equipment:
Warlock's Attire - Like most renegade wizards of society, Driizt has embraced paganism and amassed a collection of clothing unique to the outcast. Cloth and leather adorned with great spikes, bejeweled by red rubies and old bones. It offers no tactical advantage other than screaming to the world one's pagan beliefs.
Old Staff - A strange old piece of wood, mauled from the crooked hands of what seemed to be a giant dead tree underground. The staff isn't particularly impressive, but Driizt has always been oddly fond of it's tantalizing blue glow.

Items:
Various Spell Tomes - Books and grimoires plundered from the dead, offering magical knowledge and teachings.
Coin Pouches - Quite a startling amount of money, ludicrous even, the dead don't need it.
Lyre - A simple musical instrument.

Extra
When alone for such extended periods of time, the devouring of spelltomes isn't always enough entertainment. Self-taught, Driizt is a surprisingly good lyre player. He finds music to be a calming tool, and is the only thing he likes about society.

Theme
W.I.P

 

[Spazzycat101]

Juniper​

• The Basics
• Personal
• Bio
• Credentials
• Inventory
• Extra

• 
  Age: 26
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexuality: Bi, prefers ladies
  
  Race: Aendariin
  
  Nationality: A distant Aendariin sanctuary, currently dwells in the Eatrean Kingdom
  
  Profession: Adventuring magus, scholar of the mundane and the arcane!
  
  Height: 6’ even
  
  Weight: 152 lbs
  
  Wingspan: 14’ even, they fold up pretty snug
  
  
• 
  Appearance:
  Picture in progress. Wavy black hair, cut short at her shoulder blades. Eyes of all-but-impossibly bright blue, sharp, just like the rest of her facial features. She has toned, somewhat defined muscles. Her general outfit ensemble is also mostly straight, sharp lines and edges. This is all offset by the robes that she always, ALWAYS wears. She tucks her black raven-like wings tight against her back and uses the cloak to hide them, and while there’s a little bit of a poof, it’s nothing that anyone but the paranoid conspiracy theorists question. And people just assume that she always uses stools instead of chairs because she’s obnoxiously picky about wrinkles.
  
  Personality:
  Willing to do anything short of killing to get what she wants. She’s a very sly and persuasive person. Fortunately, the only things she truly values and is willing to sell someone out for are things of scholarly significance, her life, and her personal belongings. In that order.
  June does try—she really does try to stay out of trouble. After all, if she’s in trouble and someone discovers she’s got wings, then her life too is in danger. But knowledge is worth the risk, come on! Faking your death, changing your name, and fleeing the country for a year or three can’t be that much more difficult than escaping a temple full of traps and reanimated guard-dog-mummies.
  
• 
  Juniper grew up in a remote Aendariin sanctuary distant from most any other civilization, village-sized, maybe 100 people. A real close community. And all paranoid of anyone else. And here you see the classic story of ‘you never let me do anything!’ ‘It’s for your safety!’ Except this one doesn’t end in a happy safe reunion, but in Juniper fleeing the sanctuary at seventeen, and thus beginning her travels and studies in magic and other scholarly subjects. Being the rebellious, sneaking-out child she was helped her develop her skills in lying and hiding things early on, and she has since then worked to perfect them.
  Alongside traveling from magic college to magic college, ancient historical library to ancient historical library, June has also taken it upon herself to explore ancient ruins or lost crypts, and thus be able to fill in the blanks others left. So far, one of her discoveries has launched a new investigation searching for the location of a long lost tomb—she unearthed and then replicated an artifact and used it to interpret an ancient star map that had long been considered unreadable, pinpointing a more accurate location of where the tomb should be. This is so far her greatest accomplishment, and the one she is most proud of.
  
• 
  Combat:
  Prefers persuasion over violence, but when driven to blows you can expect anything. Anything that won’t give her away. Witnesses? She’ll prioritize keeping her wings hidden. No witnesses? Prepare for a feathery sucker punch.
  Anyway, anything. June will strangle someone with her cloak, throw sand, stab backs, bearhug someone and just. Jump off a cliff. Because she can fly. And they cannot.
  She will not fight fair.
  
  Magic:
  Contrary to what one might believe, her ~charming~ nature does not come from magic. It comes from years of practicing how to get just what she wants, and practicing how to talk herself out of trouble.
  Her skills in magic DO include a knowledge of all the magic-theory basics. ALL the basics. That’s just theory though; the only magic she can skillfully use Mana Extra for is mild elemental manipulation. This includes growing plants, but not controlling them. The only element she can use with true fluency is wind, for obvious reasons.
  If she tries to use magic to heal, levitate something, control plants, even attempt to charm anyone, that’s all gonna be Mana Intra. Something she actively tries to avoid using, unless in the most dire of situations. Unfortunately, most of the practical things fall under that category, and thus June must often rely on her wits.
  
  Skills:
  Surprisingly skilled navigator, excellent negotiator, a bit of first aid knowledge, good cook with limited materials, absolute complete and total NERD and will absolutely wipe the floor with ANYONE when it comes to trivia about any scholarly subject.
  
• 
  Equipment:
  Dagger (2)-A basic steel dagger, meant for stabbing. Or preparing food, if you need to.
  Spellbook-book filled with messy hand-written notes on the application of magic and spells
  Spare sets of clothes-one set of travel clothes made for both cold or heat, and one set of more comfortable and slightly more formal looking clothes. Both come with robes of similar make to the outfits themselves. And everything but the robes have wingholes. The travel robes are dark brown with blue trim, casual robes are deep blue with purple trim.
  Leather boots-thick-soled, up to just below the knee. Made for trekkin and hikin, the rough stuff
  Shoes-softer, simpler, made for walkin’, and that’s just what they’ll do
  
  Items:
  Journals-Seperate from her spellbook. She’s got so many journals. Nobody can understand how they’re organized, except her somehow. Got notes on magical theory, notes on history, notes on culture, notes on medicine, notes on cooking,
  Rations and trail snacks-bread, some cheese, dried meat, dried fruit, about ten day’s worth of food in all. And then, of course, water.
  Messenger bag-carries everything she has, and is densely and expertly packed. Has a thick shoulder strap and a handle, and several bindings to reinforce it. Don’t want it falling open in the middle of a flight.
  
• 
  ‘I’d sell you to the dark gods for one scroll of ancient spells. And a corn chip.’
  ‘Only friends get to call me that. And I do not have friends.’
  ‘No no nononoNONONO DON’T TOUCH THAT! The history that thing contains is worth more than your life tenfold! Scoot!’
  ‘No, I don’t trust you. And frankly, you shouldn’t trust me either. *giggles*’
  

Alrighty, Reinhardt NOW everything is there. It’s less fancy, but it’s there.

 

[Divinyll]

Profile

Name: Reilara Parosa
Age: 23
Gender: Female.
Race: Sanguini
Nationality: Etrea
Profession: Florist
Height: 5 ft. 6in.
Weight: 120lbs.

Personal Details
Personality:
Inquisitive by nature, Reilara tends to ask a lost of questions. She is forward thinking and tries to see the bigger picture. She, while not morally obligated, follows laws and behaviors as what is expected of her. She is a borderline psychopath, lacking empathy and prone to deceiving even those she calls friend. She knows right from wrong, but she doesn’t fully understand why wrong is wrong and why right is right. She hold no genuine loyalties, but can make friends easily because of her facade of a bubbly personality. She is desperately looking for love and happiness, but can’t comprehend what that entails. Things like generosity and religious absolution haven’t given her the same satisfaction she desires. Her tendency to obsession over the concept of finding love often lead her to lie to even herself in blind infatuation. She is resilient, and defeat and rejection will not stop or suppress her. She doesn’t know who she is and fears she will never find her inner peace.

Backstory:
Reilara lived in a large city in Etrea, born to the owners of a small flower shop. Her father was a master gardener, but also knew how to make some basic potions and repair clothes and shoes. As Reilara grew up, he taught her everything he knew. The intent was to educated Reilara so that she may continue the business into the next generation. However, Reilara became more and more unsatisfied with working at a flower shop. Out of a false sense of obligation, she stayed to help her parents. It wasn’t like she knew how to do anything else.

When Reilara was ten years old, her parents had another child. This one was a boy. Reilara could only think to make him work at the flower shop instead of her. A year later, they had another girl. By this point, Reilara was very agitated at the prospect of doing nothing but selling flowers for the rest of her life. She began trying to learn how to cook, hunt, and camp. She wasn’t able to actually go out and hunt or camp, but she’d ask those that could what it was like.

Her parents weren’t absolutely blind to Reilara’s deposition. Once she was sixteen, the started giving her ample room to explore and find what she wanted. Of course they were worried she’d leave them; they were aware she wasn’t all that attached to them. Reilara stayed with her parents until her brother and sister were both old enough to help the shop out with her being there. Reilara was twenty-one when she finally left home. She left to find her grandfather, as her mother suggested. Maybe he had some wisdom about what it was Reilara desired.
Credentials
Combat Credentials:
Reilara has no credible combat experience.

Magic Credentials:
Reilara is well practiced with her Sanguini traits, but nothing beyond that.

Skills:
Reilara has a basic knowledge of potion making, hunting, survival, and cooking and an expert in flowers. She is a talented singer and artist(though only with flowers and her own blood). She is also a good liar and can lie without displaying a “tell”. Additionally, she is a master actress. She is also a novice pick-pocket

Inventory
Equipment:
Small Blade - It is a small blade similar to a scalpel primarily used to cut flowers but can be used cut herself to quickly access her Sanguini traits.

Small Vial of Blood - A small vial of Reilara’s blood, used during annual Sanguini rituals. She often plays with the contents when bored.

Extra
I'm never satisfied with my applications, but I still have to post them otherwise I'd just endlessly redo them.

"What difference does it make? Good and evil aren't always what dictate law. Those few with power do"

 

[idalie]

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Profile
Name: Kasimir Wilhelm Valentin
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Sanguini
Nationality: Etrea Kingdom
Profession: Merchant

Height: 6'4"
Weight: 200 lbs

Personal Details
Appearance:
Standing taller than average with a broad-shouldered and athletically invested figure, Kasimir cuts an intimidating silhouette. Recognisable by his pale, porcelain pallor and stark black mane of hair falling below mid-back. A strong jaw squared and highlighted by a well-groomed beard makes for a stern face, accompanied by a straight-bridged nose and intense redwood irises. Cheekbones draw a delicate nobility into his features, retaining a certain condescending air about him that seems greatly unimpressed a majority of the time. Dressed in neat, tailored clothing spritzed by a familiar cologne which hides an underlying scent of copper, however in his downtime is partial to an unravelled appearance of unbuttoned shirts. A posture of a soldier accompanies him, rigid in behaviour and lacking certain reaction to atrocities, as if he's seen them before. Most notably a gold ring on his right-hand features the coat of his noble house, whilst his forearms are littered in recurring scars, now silver in their fleshy threads.

Personality:
Kasimir would be classed a pessimist if you were ever to ask for an outlook, yet there is some lingering hope that he's more wrong than right. Aloof and prideful, he gives the impression of being stubborn and self-centred with the exception of his wicked humour when you peer behind the petty noble's visage of stern, sad expression. Easily riled up and slow to trust, let alone putting his faith in others to aid him. In polite company, he may seem well-mannered, chivalrous, and extroverted. His confidence born from the line of work that is business, causing Valentin to be blessed on a polished wit and silver tongue; although if you catch Kas in a bad mood or otherwise outside of his negotiating and trade, he can be referred to as irritable and lacking in conversation. However, one cannot say Valentin is without his moral fibre and decency. If someone is in desperate need of his assistance, he may lend a hand. Equally is he the sort of man to give when giving is most needed. Otherwise, there is one thing he suffers and that, unfortunately, is a well-disguised addiction to opiates. He refuses to let people see him vulnerable or a slave to such substances, which had led to his rejection of help and spiralling life choices.

Backstory:
The second-born son of a petty noble merchant, in his youth Kasimir was treated as his elder sibling's replacement, something that he realised was luckier than the younger few male heirs who were completely forgotten. In this, he was able to get what he wanted, when he wanted it; receiving a good education and excelling in swordplay. His father even introduced Kas to the arts, where he developed a passion and grew in confidence of himself. But like any parents who wanted their children to succeed, both sons were pitched against each other to hone their skills more often than not. The younger Valentin, took this time to practice further in his inherited magical skill, using his own blood and reading copious amounts of literature on top of a fine wielding of weaponry.

Kasimir would be the reason that his elder brother became a cripple, in the end. Both of them young men, doing as young men do, diving from the cliffs into the clear blue waters on the coast. One had to get it right or face crashing into the rocks below. It was he, the dark-haired boy that would push his sibling from the ledge and it was he who would suffer the wrath of a mistake. His brother's back was never the same and he became paralysed from the chest down, whilst Kasimir, despised but not hated (with the exception of his brother) was sent away. At the age of eighteen, he became a low-level negotiator for the family business and worked his way up to something decent. It would never be enough, his family felt it ample punishment to let him be in all except name and employment -- be disowned and shamed.

During this traumatic period, he would have to learn the hard way. It was the older merchants who used to bring the young Valentin to their dens of debauchery, where he had his first taste of sin. Smoke which would wrap around your tongue like warm caramel and embrace you with the softest of lovers' sighs. Powder that could keep you sharp-eyed and bushy-tailed for every eventuality, if not introduce paranoia and susceptibility to rage. A bitter infused drink that made you scratch your wrists and writhe along the moving tiles of floor as you floated away into the clouds.

These days, if he sees any younger merchants, Kasimir does the favour of handing them a warning. He's tried all he can to distance himself from what is offered, but cold-turkey has sent him into seizures and sickness. Bringing himself down ends in bringing it back up, and the offers waved under his nose by crooked backstreet dealers seem irresistible. One cannot negotiate with the primal craving that demands he have it. For there is little else which could elicit the same feeling as being loved by the smouldering eyes in the haze.

Credentials
Combat Credentials:
Trained in swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat as prerequisite skills that may be required of a nobleman, especially a petty one at that. Having been in education from eight to seventeen, he's adapted his skills to the outside world and proudly boasts twenty-one years of experience under his belt. Kasimir has wrestled, been active in sportsmanship until his disownment, and brawled with the best of them when it comes to merchants getting rowdy and taverns being full. His accuracy with a bow is decent, but rusty, due to the hunting trips and hobbies of his father. This accounts for spears and shields, but yet the rapier, a strong and slim weapon -- is largely his favoured. Valentin fights between the lines of professionalism and slickster, no amount of fancy footwork may save you from a brutish move but the fancy footwork certainly has its place. Thanks to the Sanguini traits he also manages to have an edge in strength and speed albeit limited.

Magic Credentials:
Thanks to the magical traits of his race, Kasimir uses his blood in combat to give a further edge. By coating the blade, he surrenders his own vitality to hurt others in equal exchange. Mastering this swordplay he can affect through poisoning or otherwise dealing more damage.
Again, thanks to being raised a Sanguini he is familiar with rituals and other magics, but not experienced.

Skills:
Merchants Charm - It's clear he understands the extent of how far he can twist people around his finger, in the name of gold and a decent sale. This, again, makes him adept at negotiations which often put-off combat or get him out of having to fight, as seeing it less than necessary.
Hunting - Learned from his years in the nobility where it was thought of as sport.
Further Education - He can read, write, and do mathematics with the best of them. There's a high chance he's heard of it if you're speaking of academics and literature.
Decisive - He's not one for waiting around for decisions to be made, but rather prefers to take charge.

Inventory
Equipment:
Inherited Rapier - Custom made with a red, leather grip and a handle which wraps around to protect the knuckles. The blade itself is made from folded steel and generously thick to keep it from breaking in combat.
Small Dagger - For any situation, mostly used for fruit or mindless whittling.
Leather Armour - Worn over a neat white tunic, embroidered at the collar which dips down to the collarbone in plain design. The armour wraps around the stomach as if an oversized belt, studded and worked with steel design. Shoulder pads, knees, and calf-length boots. Appears to be for skirmishes and not the battlefield.

Items:
Merchant robes - For official business with potential buyers.
Parchment, ink, and Quills - Documents won't fill themselves out, each of these are stamped with the coat of arms and given during sales. A copy is always made.
Travelling Pack - Slung over his steed and containing money, skins, and flint and steel. The basics needed for sleeping on the road if he can't find an inn or tavern.

Extra
"I have bled my sacrifices, perhaps the Gods think this to be my testament of faith?"
"I am no less a man for my weaknesses."

Reinhardt (Tell me if anything is dodgy! Hope this is alright)