Fantasy The Lunamour Journey CS

[SomebodyElse]

Name:
Age:
Race: (Erosnian, Yunovan, Arcanics)
Level: Everyone will start at lvl 5
Gender:
Sexuality:
Height:
Weight:
Appearance:
Personality:
Backstory:
Homeland/Homeland description: (If not from Portella)
Family:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Equipment:
Skills:
Magic Type:
Thessian (Storm) Enoraga (Fire) Thytian (Water) Hyrian (Light) Nytian (Darkness) Myghtian (Earth) Wyteraga (Wind)
Speciality: Mage, Knight, Cleric, Ranger, Warrior, Rogue, Beastmaster, Bard, etc (Think JRPG classes)

 

[SomebodyElse]

Name: Chrystller Chrysanthemum
Age: 16
Race: Yunovan
Level: 5
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 lbs
Appearance:

Personality:
Chrystller is abit of a cryptic person. She enjoys messing with other people and often tends to let drama play out instead of being immediate in trying to solve situations. She is a believer in the world being worth saving and tends to do things for the greater good even if others don't tend to also do so. That being said she never tries to preach about good to others simply preferring to do things from the shadows. She can be abit mischevious and even likes to tease others although she tends to look abit emotionless from a distance.
Backstory: Chrystller is a archmage from the Tower of Magic, a tower that institutes a secretive organization of Mages within Lunamour. Her entire life has been dedicated to studying the arcane arts. She eventually decided to leave the Tower of Magic after disagreeing with their decision concerning a certain matter and ended up setting up a magic shop in Portella which she runs. She's been living off her shop for the last couple years in Portella, often dealing with local situations concerning monsters or magical problems.

Family: N/A
Likes: Magic, Portella, Animals, Chocolate
Dislikes:
Spiders, Clothes getting dirty
Equipment: Book of Magic which she carries around in a napsack.
Skills: Skilled in Archmagic and knowledgeable about the world's history, it's peoples and creatures.
Magic Type:
Thessian, Wyteraga
Speciality: Archmage

 

[SomebodyElse]

Name: Yunille Khor-tan
Age: 16
Race: Erosnian
Level: 5
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 5'8
Weight: 132
Appearance:

Personality:
Yunille is abit of a pessimistic person. He generally finds little enjoyment in his day-to-day life and often wonders about the world outside of the church. He wants to end up leaving the church however keeps his opinions to himself as he thinks the others would be upset if he voiced his opinion.
Backstory:
Yunille has grown up in the Church of The Saintess all his life. He's generally been quite sheltered most of his life, devoting his life to following in the footsteps of the Saintess and the Goddess Akroa. He often performs healing and supports and listens to those who come to church with their problems.

He's been raised by some of the other high ranking nuns of the church. He's never really had much of a choice of his lifestyle often eating food provided to him by the church, which was never any high quality meals. He has gotten abit depressed with the way of the life.


Family: Marille Haer-tan (Cousin, Female)
Likes:
Swimming, Fishing, Reading
Dislikes:
Being alone, being forced to do chores, the church's food
Equipment:
Ink and Quill and Book.
Skills:
Yunille knows basic housekeeper skills and also knows some minor healing magic as being one of the members of the church.
Magic Type:
Hyrian, Thytian
Speciality: Cleric

 

[AbyssFlower]

Name: Ifera Shazora
Age: 17
Race: Arcanic
Level: 5
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 5’6’’
Weight: 130 lbs
Appearance:

Personality: She is a serious-looking, mature young girl who uses her powers to protect or help others, even if they might not deserve it. She puts others' needs before her own, resulting in her being closed off, finding it hard to ask for help. Under her stern expression she is a kind person who doesn’t know much about her feelings but wants to have friends.
Backstory: Ifera's parents were adventurers who lived in Portella. After she was born they mysteriously disappeared leaving her to her aunt Daisy along with her other two cousins. Her aunt was known for being a former knight and taught her how to fight and use her magic and sword.
She didn't know how to socialise properly but always helped people around the neighborhood, she was well known there for taking care of the place. Despite this deep down she felt lonely but her coldness prevented her from managing to ever do anything about it.
Family: Stella Silva (Mother), Hadrian Shazora (Father), Daisy Endo (Aunt)
Likes: Nature, Cooking, Books
Dislikes: Rude people, Loneliness, Cold food
Equipment: Her sword, some coins in case they are needed, sometimes has bandages
Skills: "Sweeping blade", she uses the maximum of her speed and applies her magic on her sword, slicing the target in seconds.
She can use another simpler skill similar to Sweeping blade: she creates a long ranged lighting or fire slice but it isn't as powerful as her normal attacks.
Aside from fighting skills she has some for cooking as well.
Magic Type: Thessian, Enoraga
Speciality: Warrior

 

[Yellow Swan]

Name: Zezla (Zezzy) Lesrek’ta
Age: 17
Race: Erosnian
Gender: Female
Level: 5
Sexuality: Heterosexual (Bi-Curious)
Height: 5’ 8” or ≈172cm
Weight: 134lbs or ≈40.8kg
Physical Description: Zezla is tall with a slender and firm body with smaller curves. She has violet eyes and long fine silver hair with bangs that sit just below the top of eyelids. Her hair is typically styled up in a tight ponytail.

Personality:
Zezzy never backs down from a challenge especially if they are considered gendered. She’s a hands-on kind of person when it comes to anything, so she tends to go head first into things. She can be a little cheeky, getting a rile out of someone, but that mostly stems from her upbringing environment. Boiled down, she's just a confident, tenacious, and soft-hearted character.

Homeland: "Clan of the Separated"
An isolated location that is composed of only Erosnian. Thinking themselves descendants of the Goddess Akroa, they chose to remove themselves from the world and its influences. Their home is shrouded by a constant fog on its borders to keep outsiders out. Their home is simple in build, and in life. They dress in simple white robes, and each member has a role to play. The women and children bring water from the mountain streams where the temple of Akroa has been made. Every day and night they go to the temple and pray to the goddess. Women are expected to take care of their husbands and children. While the men work the vegetable gardens, and watch the borders to protect. The land’s soil is rich, and they claim it is because Akroa blessed their lands. Nestled in a mountain plateau, there are clovers and wildflowers that are spread throughout the ground. The village itself resembles that of an EcoSphere.

Backstory:
Zezla was born within the “Clan of the Separated”, however she was always questioning things. Her parents found it tiring, but they did their best to quell her questions. Like why are they taught to control, but not use their magics? Or why was it not okay that she wanted to dig trenches with the boys? And the biggest question; What’s beyond the fog? As she grew it became clear that she wasn’t interested in taking care of the home, but what was beyond the plant-carpet beneath her feet. Many tried to put her back on the ‘right path’, but their scoldings fell on deaf ears. Zezla was bad at the things she was told she was to do for the rest of her life. The things she wasn’t supposed to be good at, were the things she’d do in hiding. At night, in the temple - Anywhere she could she’d practice her magic.

When she was Nine she was caught one night by Yoriyuki Akagane, a boy her age. He said he’d keep quiet as long as she’d let him join her. The two of them then began to expand their magic, learning the differences in type and application. Zezla’s magic was much more subtle than Yoriyuki’s, and she wished they could find out why everyone’s magics were different.

Then she found the Pile of Profane; the place in which they kept the things they found that did not belong. She found these items intriguing and began to tinker with them to see what would happen. Not wanting Yoriyuki to get in trouble if she were caught touching them, she hid it from him- Finding a spot within the temple to take in these items and hide them away from the rest.

Years later, there was a particular day when she once again was failing to make an edible meal. When the mothers were speaking about her marriage to Yoriyuki. They hoped that becoming a wife would ‘Settle her down’. This news instead confused and angered her. Speaking to her own mother in private, her mother informed her it wasn’t her choice to make, but the mothers to decide whether to approve the man’s choice in partner, and that she should be happy that someone was willing to take her ‘troublemaker’ ways.

Filled with rage, she waited for Yoriyuki to hear from his own mouth. It was true, but he didn’t see a problem. She’d get to continue her magic, what was there to be unhappy about? Zezla knew he didn’t get the point, just like everyone else in the clan; Why, why, why. If she truly wasn’t supposed to use her magic, why did she have it? If she isn’t capable of doing what the men did; Why would she rather the feeling of dirt in her nails, than dough? If their village was all there was; Why did they need the fog? If there was only one path; Why could she not follow it?

Zezla left Yoriyuki for the temple to think alone. There she crawled into her secret room. Looking at all the items and parts, Yoriyuki was nice- he did let her get away with the taboo of playing with magic. And she was already outcasted by most of the men, and becoming a second wife to an older man was a bit shameful. She took in her hands two pieces, fidgeting to get the two halves to come together. Marriage wasn’t going to make her happy, just as the mother said ‘Settle her down’ or in other words she’d finally be chained down, binded into the Clan’s ways. Then-

*Click*

The two halves clicked together, and the item began to make a revving sound. Startled, she ran and the explosion collapsed her room. She had just destroyed a part of The Temple of Akroa, but she wasn’t worried. The click of the mechanism made her realise that she wasn’t meant to stay here. Just like when tinkering, not enough parts, the item won’t work- And if you put the wrong part in, you’ll destroy its function. In her clan, she's the wrong part- In that moment she decided she had to leave.

Immediately the men were dispatched to find out what was going on, but Yoriyuki was sure it had something to do with Zezla. Yoriyuki caught her at the border, telling her to return home, that once they’d married only he would have the right to punish her.

Zezla for the first time laughed out loud at the absurdity. “Maybe if I stay, I could learn to be a good mother and wife. Maybe I could even be happy with you in a life here. But I want to know where the ‘Defile’ objects come from, and the powers that come from within our hearts. I want answers- So now, I’m going to make my own decisions. I’m leaving Yoriyuki, and maybe I’ll return or I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing my answers. But this is what I have chosen…” She reached out her hand to him; The one she shared her secrets, the one she grew her love for magic, the one whose been on her side; Her childhood friend. “Come with me, we can do this together.” But Yoriyuki stared in disbelief, unable to answer.

Jetei, her eldest brother came upon them. Zezla knew now was the time; “Tell everyone I’ll no longer be a rock in a shoe; That the village will no longer have to deal with the pain. Tell them that I found another path. And to you Jetei, I’m sorry for this.” As she hurled darkness magic in his face, blinding him temporarily, and running alone into the mist and beyond.

Family:
Mother: Kayo, Father: Temur, Brother: Jetei, Brother: Aruci, (Zezla), Brother: Dodai, Brother: Esen, Sister: Sacha, Sister: Niku.

Childhood friend:
Yoriyuki Akagane

Likes:
Getting dirty, messing around, wild appearances (Of people), sports/activities, cake, teasing, flowers, hair ornaments.

Dislikes:
all white garbs, cooking, leftover residue of soap on hands, Being told she can’t, snow globes, legit bullying, people who act like they know everything.

Equipment:
beakers, pipettes, small tools for little items, extracts, salves and other mundane materials. A crossbow for a weapon.

Skills:
Brewing potions and creating small items with (currently) minor effects.

Magic Type:
Enoraga (Fire), Nytian (Darkness)

Speciality:
Artificer/Alchemist

Extra;
Whatever you do, don’t let her in the kitchen!

Spoiler: Simple CS of Zezla

Name: Zezla (Zezzy) Lesrek’ta
Age: 17
Race: Erosnian
Level: 5
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual (Bi-Courious)
Height: 5’ 8” or ≈172cm
Weight: 134lbs or ≈40.8kg

Appearance:

Personality:
Zezzy never backs down from a challenge especially if they are considered gendered. She’s a hands-on kind of person when it comes to anything, so she tends to go head first into things. She can be a little cheeky, getting a rile out of someone, but that mostly stems from her upbringing environment. Boiled down, she's just a confident, tenacious, and soft-hearted character.

Homeland/Homeland description:
"Clan of the Separated"
- An isolated location that is composed of only Erosnian. Thinking themselves descendants of the Goddess Akroa, they chose to remove themselves from the world and its influences. Their home is shrouded by a constant fog on its borders to keep outsiders out. Their home is simple in build, and in life. They dress in simple white robes, and each member has a role to play. The women and children bring water from the mountain streams where the temple of Akroa has been made. Every day and night they go to the temple and pray to the goddess. Women are expected to take care of their husbands and children. While the men work the vegetable gardens, and watch the borders to protect. The land’s soil is rich, and they claim it is because Akroa blessed their lands. Nestled in a mountain plateau, there are clovers and wildflowers that are spread throughout the ground. The village itself resembles that of an EcoSphere.

Backstory:

Zezla was born within the “Clan of the Separated”, however she was always questioning things. Her parents found it tiring, but they did their best to quell her questions. Like why are they taught to control, but not use their magics? Or why was it not okay that she wanted to dig trenches with the boys? And the biggest question; What’s beyond the fog? As she grew it became clear that she wasn’t interested in taking care of the home, but what was beyond the plant-carpet beneath her feet. Many tried to put her back on the ‘right path’, but their scoldings fell on deaf ears. Zezla was bad at the things she was told she was to do for the rest of her life. The things she wasn’t supposed to be good at, were the things she’d do in hiding. At night, in the temple - Anywhere she could she’d practice her magic.

When she was Nine she was caught one night by Yoriyuki Akagane, a boy her age. He said he’d keep quiet as long as she’d let him join her. The two of them then began to expand their magic, learning the differences in type and application. Zezla’s magic was much more subtle than Yoriyuki’s, and she wished they could find out why everyone’s magics were different.

Then she found the Pile of Profane; the place in which they kept the things they found that did not belong. She found these items intriguing and began to tinker with them to see what would happen. Not wanting Yoriyuki to get in trouble if she were caught touching them, she hid it from him- Finding a spot within the temple to take in these items and hide them away from the rest.


Years later, there was a particular day when she once again was failing to make an edible meal. When the mothers were speaking about her marriage to Yoriyuki. They hoped that becoming a wife would ‘Settle her down’. This news instead confused and angered her. Speaking to her own mother in private, her mother informed her it wasn’t her choice to make, but the mothers to decide whether to approve the man’s choice in partner, and that she should be happy that someone was willing to take her ‘troublemaker’ ways.

Filled with rage, she waited for Yoriyuki to hear from his own mouth. It was true, but he didn’t see a problem. She’d get to continue her magic, what was there to be unhappy about? Zezla knew he didn’t get the point, just like everyone else in the clan; Why, why, why. If she truly wasn’t supposed to use her magic, why did she have it? If she isn’t capable of doing what the men did; Why would she rather the feeling of dirt in her nails, than dough? If their village was all there was; Why did they need the fog? If there was only one path; Why could she not follow it?

Zezla left Yoriyuki for the temple to think alone. There she crawled into her secret room. Looking at all the items and parts, Yoriyuki was nice- he did let her get away with the taboo of playing with magic. And she was already outcasted by most of the men, and becoming a second wife to an older man was a bit shameful. She took in her hands two pieces, fidgeting to get the two halves to come together. Marriage wasn’t going to make her happy, just as the mother said ‘Settle her down’ or in other words she’d finally be chained down, binded into the Clan’s ways. Then-

*Click*

The two halves clicked together, and the item began to make a revving sound. Startled, she ran and the explosion collapsed her room. She had just destroyed a part of The Temple of Akroa, but she wasn’t worried. The click of the mechanism made her realise that she wasn’t meant to stay here. Just like when tinkering, not enough parts, the item won’t work- And if you put the wrong part in, you’ll destroy its function. In her clan, she's the wrong part- In that moment she decided she had to leave.

Immediately the men were dispatched to find out what was going on, but Yoriyuki was sure it had something to do with Zezla. Yoriyuki caught her at the border, telling her to return home, that once they’d married only he would have the right to punish her.

Zezla for the first time laughed out loud at the absurdity. “Maybe if I stay, I could learn to be a good mother and wife. Maybe I could even be happy with you in a life here. But I want to know where the ‘Defile’ objects come from, and the powers that come from within our hearts. I want answers- So now, I’m going to make my own decisions. I’m leaving Yoriyuki, and maybe I’ll return or I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing my answers. But this is what I have chosen…” She reached out her hand to him; The one she shared her secrets, the one she grew her love for magic, the one whose been on her side; Her childhood friend. “Come with me, we can do this together.” But Yoriyuki stared in disbelief, unable to answer.

Jetei, her eldest brother came upon them. Zezla knew now was the time; “Tell everyone I’ll no longer be a rock in a shoe; That the village will no longer have to deal with the pain. Tell them that I found another path. And to you Jetei, I’m sorry for this.” As she hurled darkness magic in his face, blinding him temporarily, and running alone into the mist and beyond.


Family: Mother:
Kayo, Father: Temur, Brother: Jetei, Brother: Aruci, (Zezla), Brother: Dodai, Brother: Esen, Sister: Sacha, Sister: Niku.

Childhood friend:
Yoriyuki Akagane

Likes:
Getting dirty, messing around, wild appearances (Of people), sports/activities, cake, teasing, flowers, hair ornaments,

Dislikes:
All white garbs, cooking, leftover residue of soap on hands, Being told she can’t, snow globes, legit bullying, people who act like they know everything.

Equipment:
Beakers, pipettes, small tools for little items, extracts, salves and other mundane materials. A crossbow for a weapon.

Skills:
Brewing potions and creating small items with (currently) minor effects.

Magic Type:
Enoraga (Fire), Nytian (Darkness)

Speciality:
Artificer/Alchemist

Extra;
Whatever you do, don’t let her in the kitchen!

 

[Novelight]

Yohan Rhaegyr

18 / YUNOVAN / MALE
LVL 5 / 170CM / 61KG / HETEROSEXUAL

DESCRIPTIVE INFORMATION

Personality: A carefree individual with an unlimited amount of tricks up his sleeves, Yohan is the perfect examplary of a tactian who uses his spells under the category of utility. As such, the mage often attempts to cheer the crowd with his trademark smile, though some have marked his aura to be mischevious and untrustworthy.

Background: WIP. . .

Homeland: Claims to be from the lost nation of Veinhardt.

Family: Unknown/unnamed parents.

Likes: Observing the growth of others, black tea, pyro-elemental magic.

Dislikes: Unreasonable destruction, vulnerability, icarus complex.

Equipment: Veclipse (FN: Veil's Eclipse, Item Type: Staff)

Skills: Extensive knowledge in [? Abyssal Magic ?], strategies.

Magic Type: Nytian (Darkness), Wyteraga (Wind)

Speciality: Really good at mixing alcoholic drinks, for some reason. Despite being a minor for the most of his life.

 

[BFabulous]

Name: Barack Salene
Age: 18
Race: Arcanic - Ring-tailed Lemur
Level: Lvl 5
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 5'9
Weight: 189
Appearance: Barack has a pretty average build for someone practicing combat and athletics. His dreadlocks reach his upper back, but he usually keeps them in a ponytail. Barack's Arcanic traits are his lemur ears, tail, and striking green eyes.

Spoiler: Barack's Clothes

Personality: Most people assume that Barack is laid-back and kind. First and foremost, Barack is selfish and self-serving. He will always assess the situation to create a better outcome for himself and he uses his high emotional intelligence to read people almost like books. He seems to be a compassionate person when he is questioning people, but most people don't notice that he hasn't even told them his name. Barack usually looks at people in terms of what they can do for him. With all of that said, he isn't heartless. Barack tends to take pity on people with lower intellect or people who are easily manipulated; he does know that what he does is wrong, although he knows there are far more venomous snakes than he.

Backstory: Barack was born into a family of affluent and wealth. The Salene family are well known across the continent for various things, but mainly for their efforts in politics. Growing up Barack constantly felt the pressure of the Salene name. His family usually used him as a bargaining chip for each other or to other people. Barack quickly adapted and developed a silver tongue, although the adults were smarter they never suspected Barack to be able to manipulate them. The young boy was biding his time till he was going to set himself free. Under the cover of night he practice his skills, and using his parents he acquired multiple combat trainers. His parents were impressed. Barack kiddly lulled them into a sense of security, then he was gone into the Lunamour night

Homeland/Homeland description: Melodis - The city of Melodis was built along the banks of a crystal clear river and is truly an extraordinary trade center. Its grace is matched by the backdrop of a gentle mountain which have helped shape the city to what it is today.
The trade resources these mountains brought were of great importance, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs as the vast majority of buildings have been built in the shape of those same mountains. Various cultures have left their mark not just on trade and relations, but also upon the city's identity. What historically was a city of predictability has grown into a multicultural hub and it's this that unites the many people to this day. It's this multicultural identity that has truly left its mark. Hundreds of restaurants, bars, and diners offer a plethora of culinary choices and those who feel hungry for something else can enjoy musical activities, aerobics, libraries, or one of the many other recreational venues.

Family: Kitwana Salene (Mother),Issan Salene (Father), Kito Salene (Elder Brother), Dahlia Salene (Elder Sister), Imani Salene (Eldest Sister)
Likes: Freedom, Herbal Tea, Adventure, Books, Sweets
Dislikes: His family, His families expectations of him, himself, Loud and nosy people
Equipment: A dagger and a trench knife, a few expensive trinkets, and a black mask
Skills: Acrobatics, Silver tongue, Cultural knowledge
Magic Type: Hyrian
Speciality: Rogue

 

[Beski]

• Basic Info
• Personality
• Backstory
• Misc

• 
  
  Name: Aliqir ‘Ali’ Tailwind
  
  Age: 17
  
  Race: Yunovan
  
  Level: lvl 5
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Sexuality: Pansexual
  
  Height: 5’8”
  
  Weight: 137 lbs
  
• 
  Ali often finds himself lost in thought, sometimes even out loud. If he’s not amused or interested, he’ll dismiss even important signals as background noise. He’s often aloof, which may come off as uncaring, but he does concern himself with others and their opinion of him. He’s quick to show off, but isn’t boastful. He could hold a conversation about anything if it piques his interest. He carries a sarcastic demeanor and a good deal of confidence. In a tight spot, Ali can typically remain calm. You can count on him to make light of a serious situation and crack a joke at inopportune times.
  
• 
  
  Ali was born to a long line of sailors, a trade common in the sea-side town of Portella. His father was renowned for being a brilliant navigator, as was his before him. However, the family name had little knack for magic. In his faraway journeys, Ali’s father met a group of magic practitioners skilled in Wyteraga, the magic of wind. Ali’s father knew that the wind could either be the sailor’s best friend or his worst enemy, and in his own sort of eugenics project, he took a woman of the clan as his wife, bringing her back to Portella to bare him a child.
  
  
  
  His plan for breeding a magic-wielding child was a success and Aliqir was born, named sky-child in his mother’s native tongue. Ali proved to be aptly named, as for the rest of his days, the boy’s head was in the clouds. Until his early teenage years, Ali never saw his father much, as he was frequently at sea. Ali on the other hand was being trained to manipulate the wind by his mother. In her homeland, it was custom to wield a bow and to use control over the wind to manipulate the arrows to find their mark even against a moving target or one behind cover. Ali’s abilities far exceeded expectations for a child his age as he seemed to have a kinship with the wind, using it at every turn to levitate down steps or releasing a gust to push his chair in. Ali enjoyed life in Portella, making friends and using his skills to play tricks on the citizens.
  
  
  
  By age 12, Ali’s father believed he was ready to go to sea. Despite Ali’s protests, his father brought him along for what he intended his life’s purpose to be. His father would navigate the maps where to go and Ali would use control over the wind to guide the ship to its destination. This however became loathsome to Ali. He didn’t want to be on a ship full of grown men and concentrate his abilities into making sure a boat was on course, especially during such precious developmental years of his life. An excited child grew into a lazy aloof teenager. He’d be away from home for months at a time and spend his days laying on the deck, staring at clouds and thinking. Some days he wouldn’t speak to anyone at all, just follow orders to guide the wind and lose himself in the sky.
  
  
  
  This extended time of doing nothing allowed him to pick up a few hobbies. He would spend time singing and humming, disassociating from life at sea. He’d make up tunes constantly and use them to drown out the crude sailors he was surrounded by. The truth was, Ali was suffering, but his personality was that of the wind, he’d go with the flow without complaint.
  
  
  
  This was at least true until he turned 16, when his father confronted him about his aloof nature. “Days, Ali! When we’re on the ship you’ll go days without a word!” He’d say, which was truth. Ali was not one for confrontation, but he’d respond to his father bluntly and admit that sailing was just boring and time at sea was just time in his own head. He’d become a terrible listener, often just daydreaming and become lost in song. His father took offense, he’d brought Ali into the world for this purpose. When his father left for sea next, he’d never returned. Some worried he’d been lost at sea, others worried some bandits or sea monster must have killed him. Ali though seemed to express little concern, occupying his time in his own head, rebuilding a social life, and caring for his homesick mother.
  
  
  
  Now at 17, Ali was a known character around Portella, taking daytime naps on rooftops, entertaining children with his Wyteraga, singing loudly in public areas like nobody was watching, (they were, he didn’t notice) and getting out of trouble by the skin of his teeth. He loved Portella, whether it loved him or not, and when the darkness came to the town and took his mother, he left with her bow and a quiver full of arrows determined to take it back.
  
• 
  
  Homeland: Portella
  
  Family: Captain Vincent Tailwind (Father), Shi’qa Nalaar (Mother)
  
  Likes: Daydreaming, Naps, Silly conversations, being praised, showing off
  
  Dislikes: The ocean, long trips, walking, serious conversation, other show-offs
  
  Equipment:
  
  -Steel Erosnian-hair Recurve Bow
  
  -Quiver full of arrows
  
  Skills: Quick thinker, good mediator, keen eyes,
  
  Magic Type: Wyteraga (Wind)
  
  
  Speciality: Ranger
  
  

 

[Spoiled Bread]

Name: Shuuri Porkka
Age: 17
Race: Erosnian
Level: lvl 5
Gender: female
Sexuality: bisexual
Height: 5'5
Weight: 143lbs
Appearance:

Personality:
Shuuri is a confident and competent hunter but when it comes to social interaction her inferiority complex usually takes over, turning her into a meek person who avoids conflict regardless of the consequence. She lives a frugal life and while it did made her rather unambitious, she's very resourceful and able to use whatever she currently has to achieve her goal.

Backstory:
Shuuri was born from a couple of poor Erosnian couple, not only that but she's also born with a pair of particularly small wings. This lead her to became a rudicule material as the 'chicken girl' by the other Erosnian kids. Unable to handle it face on, Shuuri became reclusive and spent most of her time in the forest.

She likes foraging for simple things like berries and other fruits, or fishing, or gathering firewoods to help her parents. Whenever she wanders around the forest she oftenly marvels at the sight of birds flying in the sky. They have smaller wings, yet they can fly freely unlike the erosnian. This start her fascination with birds and she tried her hardest to communicate with them but has no luck. Until one day she met a hunter named Moza.

Apparently Moza was trying to gather ingredients for his supplies so Shuuri guided to various places she knew brimming with those ingredients. Moza also noticed Shuuri's fascination with birds since she keep glancing at the falcon on his shoulder so he decided to teach her a little trick: bird whistle. By using complex tone-control while whistling, he could communicate with the flying creatures easily. Shuuri was amazed by the technique and would train hard in it even after Moza left her. Months later and Shuuri was able to confidently says she mastered the technique. She would later befriend a talkaktive white parrot she called Milk and use her cumulated skill to become a hunter.

Homeland: Portella
Family: Eden(mother), Rotta(father), Milk(wingman)
Likes: birds, fishing, banana
Dislikes: being called 'chicken', winter
Equipment: knife, rope, sling and a crooked walking stick
Skills: bird communication, hunting, slinger, herbal knowledge
Magic Type:
Myghtian (Earth), Wyteraga (Wind)
Speciality: Hunter

 

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Heng Wushan



BASIC INFO​

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---- 17

---- Yunovans

---- Level 5

---- Male

---- Undisclosed

---- 5'8

---- 140 lbs

---- An eccentric one to say the least. Wushan detests being bored, even the thought of it filling him with annoyance. If he can't find entertainment by the hands of others he'll just create his own, typically meaning bothering people till they implode. Challenges are something he's always up for, intellectual feats being his favorite. Unlike many others, Wushan wasn't kind nor good. When hearing that people would shy away. The instinctive assumption being that if he wasn’t a good person, he was a bad one. A completely black and white viewpoint. The world of course isn’t that simple, but he was. No, he wasn’t a soulless puppy kicker, but he had never once acted purely out of kindness either. Most of the deeds he had done were comprised out of humor. Though, It’s not like he didn’t have the capacity to be kind. Wushan was sure everyone did too, at least, according to his definition of kindness was to give and not to expect anything in return. Expect him, that was something he never did. Anything he does, he expects to be paid back in full no matter how small.​

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----- From a young age Wushan was always interested in death, fascinated by it even. He didn't fear it or despise. Death was something that was constantly around him with his parents being gravediggers and having the responsibilities that involve digging and placing the remains in a grave. Suddenly a tragedy occurred, his parents were involved in an accident with some bandits. It was a wrong place wrong time type situation. When their bodies were retrieved and sent back Wushan was angry. Angry not for the fate of his parents but angry because of the way they died. He believed everyone should die in a calm and peaceful manner not horribly as his parents did. To him life was a stage, death was just another part of that stage. At night weird things would happen. Locked doors would be open come morning, items in spots they couldn't possibly be and the sound of banging or screaming could be heard.


Wushan alone knew it was the resentful spirits of his deceased parents at work. Yes he knew they were there but he couldn't hear them. It was a sense, a prickling feeling on his skin that something otherworldly was nearby. In his father's dusty study there was a book. A very old book with yellow papers that would rip with the lightest pinch. 'Path Of An Exorcist', the word exorcist wasn't unfamiliar to him. Tales of people that dealt with the dead and put tortured souls to rest reached his ears even since infancy. Once the book was open it was like a whole new world opened up for him. Wushan found what he was looking for.


---- Zuzidu, the eastern nation which is well known for its cuisine, art style and unique building style. This country is predominantly covered in grasslands with some mountain ranges sprinkled around.


---- Heng Tao (Mother), Heng Chang (Father), Heng Bai (Grandfather), Heng Guo (Grandmother)


---- Enjoyment, Payment, Windchimes, Cemeteries


---- Boredom, Filthiness, Bugs, Loudness


---- Book, Rosary, Parasol, Dagger


---- Dance Of The Dead, Sense Of The Dead, Blessing Of The Exorcist

----- Nytian (Darkness)


----- Exorcist​