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AffiliName: Cedric Lancaster
Appearance: Similar to this, longer brown hair though and standing about 6'2 and well built under those robes.
Cedric Has always been in a staggered line in regards to his faith. He is focused on bringing peace but realizes it may be necessary at times to fight for this peace within a chaotic world. The high priests have realized that although he is a bit UN-orthodox at times, he demonstrates tremendous potential and they have placed high hopes in his mission but are still reluctant in elevating him to High priest and entrusting the ceremonial dagger to him. Cedric spends his days pondering his goals and working out ways to meet them, while training in secret with his childhood friend, Trent, a master with weapons and well trained in hand to hand combat.
While Cedric is a very social person, he has a small circle of friends that are good influences and always keep him on track. He is slow to anger and much prefers settling matters peacefully but will fight to defend himself as a last resort. He can't stand to see others suffer and will quickly defend an innocent if necessary.
Solid two section Dark wood staff that hides a well maintained short sword in the top half with a carefully crafted hilt that blends seamlessly into the body of the staff. He is proficient with using the complete staff, or just the sword in combat.
Cedric has always found himself captivated by the ever resilient mongoose and its lighting fast reflexes and he shares its instincts to protect. He where's a wooden pendant that is carved to the likeness of a mongoose beneath his robes
Cedric of trallName: Sven Nealson
Maybe a little better looking than this guy but same style clothes and gear.
Bio:Sven was born in the far north of Iligesia in a little river town called Jacksons ford. At a young age it was found had a talent for all things musical, he could play fiddles, lutes, flutes, guitars, and even the thing the shepherds called bag pipes with almost contemptuous ease, his voice wasn't something to laugh at ether. Needless to say his mother, the local tavern keeper, was ecstatic she had a musician and she didn't even need to pay him, his father, the mayor of Jacksons ford, was less excited but was supportive nonetheless. By the age of ten he was performing pieces that could, and often did, bring the whole room to tears and then have them rolling with laughter the next minute, by age fifteen he was writing his own songs some of witch have become very popular, nothing lasts forever though and eventually Sven ran out of inspiration in his dreary little backwater town.
On the day of his sixteenth birthday, as was the custom, he was given the opportunity to ask a favor from the leaders council of the village, everyone expected him to ask for a loan to build a house or for one of the local girls hand in marriage, but he just wanted a pair of good walking boots and a patchwork cloak. The council members were confused but gave him what he wanted, and that night leaving only a note and cold draft he left Jacksons Ford and didn't look back.
For the past four years Svens been roaming from place to place looking for and sometimes finding inspiration all over Iligesia, he found work and food where and when he could, sometimes in a tavern or roadside inn, sometimes less honest jobs with groups of bandits or sell swords, but he never stayed because he quickly lost interest and moved on in search of more inspiration for his music.
Personality: Sven is a born showmen, charismatic, driven, smart, funny, just the kinda guy people enjoy being around. That being said if hes not performing he does a complete u-turn and becomes serious and analytical never wanting to go into something without a plan. He carry's his lute and flute everywhere and is absolutely obsessed with finding and creating new songs or tales to rival the great bards of history.
Weapons: He really doesn't care for fighting or violence of any sort but when forced to defend himself he relies on his speed and an unusual sword, that he wears slung across his back hidden by his patchwork cloak, along with an assortment of knives.Spoiler
Animal: Sven doesn't really 'get along' with animals but he has always had a fascination with song birds, all of them!
Lillian ThorneName: Callistan (Callie)
Bio: The child of the second wife of the former King of Calendore. Callistan is a the product of a self-indulgent marriage by the king to a much younger woman. Her mother, Margery Thraceson is to this day beautiful, silly and almost more an older sister to her one child than a parent. Callistan quickly outstripped her mother in sense and skill and saw less and less of her as her tutors took up more of her time. When it was clear she showed some martial aptitude she was fostered out to the general of the Kingdom’s armies where she learned at the hands of the best warriors and strategists. She quickly grew enamored of a soldier’s life. The travel, training and rough living suited her, pared away the last of the silliness that was her mother’s legacy. She saw her brother infrequently during this time but the natural reverence given to an older brother was quickly turned into awe and intense loyalty. When her father died in a freak hunting accident and her brother crowned she was summoned home to receive the ring that had been held by their uncle. She has guarded him ever since though life at court grates at her. She hates the silly people that surround her brother not to mention the treacherous ones.
Personality: Overly grave and formal with most people, when she does soften up she is still carefully serious with a dry sense of humor. She is quiet and unlikely to brag about her many accomplishments preferring to demonstrate her skills and let them speak for her.
Weapons: She is trained in a variety of weapons but favors a long sword and shield.
Animal: Dog. She always admired them for their loyalty and tenacity
Lord AzazelName: Azazel Slayer
Bio: Azazel grew up with the legends of the Crystals. How they where powerful in their own right and how people where searching for them. When he had heard that the Emperor wanted them back he knew he would get a chance to find the Crystals and use their power to make himself better. But he knew it would not be easy. He is looking for the gauntlet crystal mainly as that is the one he knew would allow him to become powerful. But even if he finds the Crystals he will not give them to the Emperor who he feels does not deserve them.
He made a name for himself with his powers as a Walker. 6 years ago he was a walker using the powers that he was granted to make a name for himself. He killed anyone that stood in his way and those that would not give him the information that he seeked. But then 5 years ago he lost that power. All of the sudden the power that made him who he was just vanished. But because he was feared and respected. He was able to keep up the image that he still had his powers. But that can only last so long. He is willing to do anything to get the power he once had back. But until that day he could only hope that people fear him and do not ask questions.
Him losing most of his powers has not stopped him from going and seeking the Crystals. In fact it made him more determined to get the crystals so that he could hopefully unlock his power once more
Personality: Evil and Determined
Weapons: Swords of the Shadows (( twin black swords )),
- Black chest armor
- Black Gloves
- Utility belt
- Helm of darkness (( a Black helm with horns. Made for him by a friend ))
- Black leg armor
Orion86Name: Shea Allanon
Bio: Shea grew up in a small village in the south of Iligesia. It was a simple life, he lived with his father, his mother and his two other siblings. Shea was the oldest and so from a very young age he was always expected to pull his weight around the house, Shea didn’t mind at all. He learnt that if he helped around the house he got to spend lots of time with his father, and his father always had the best stories. The happiest time of Shea’s life was the time he spent fishing, hunting and camping with his father. He taught him how to survive in the wilds, what to eat and what not to eat. By the age of 15 he was as good as any man in the village with a bow and was more than comfortable with the short swords that where common in the area.
Then the good times ended when Shea’s father died during a blight went through the villages of the valley. The blight lead to a famine and there was not a family that wasn’t affected. Shea did his best to fill in for his father, he hunted as much as he could to provide skins and meat for the family. However, Shea finally had to admit defeat and had to sign up with a mercenary group so that he could send the coin back to his family.
The years where hard but Shea was able to move quickly through the ranks of the company, his skill at hunting and tracking soon had him leading teams of scouts into the most hostile of territories. Finally Shea’s fame was compounded when the captain of the company bestowed the mystical sword of the company into his possession.
It was at this point when Shea’s real adventure began as he sought control of the powers that the sword awoke in him.
Personality: Shea is a young man in his prime; he enjoys the company of his friends and his family. Shea considers himself to be quite the ladies man and has a tendency to flirt outrageously with any women that crosses his path. He is often accused of being unreliable and a womanizer but Shea is proud of the fact that he has never let any of comrades down when they really needed his bow.
Weapons: Shea is never far from his trusty horn bow and quiver of arrows. As well as these he keep the sword at his hip and a company spear on his back. Shea tries to travel light as any unwanted equipment would only bog him down in difficult terrain.
Animal: Shea is always in the company of his Hawk, Chester.
PocketsName: Jade Silanes
Appearance: 5' 6'', slimly built with a well muscled but not overly so body. Generously proportioned breasts with a narrow waist. Vibrant green eyes and unusually colored blue/gray hair that hand nearly to her waist tied back into a tight braid. She typically wears trouser and a Leland shirt but has a tendency to leave the laces undone at the throat, showing a decent amount of cleavage. He most distinguishing features however are the eight foot long black wings protruding from between her shoulder blades.
Bio: Orphaned at a young age her mother was the Daughter of the Royal Line of the Nethlim. Growing up unaware of her heritage she met and was trained at the age of four by a highly skilled assassin of the Assassins Guild. Jades skill with a dagger both in hand to hand or as a thrown weapon is formidable and she has no sense of fair combat. Any dirty trick will do as long as it gets the job done.
Five years ago she met a Mage that had accidentally trapped himself in a half Rabbit and Half Human form. He hired her to assist him in gathering the ingredients necessary for the counterspell he was attempting to fix his condition.
Jade and Keyola eventually met Rhyven, one of the last two living Shadow Walkers in the world and joined him in his own quest to track and kill the only other living Walker, Obsidian. Through a great series of battles in which the Jade Empire made their first appearance Rhyven and Jade married, and eventually they assisted in destroying Obsidians own attempts to control all of Iligesia and repelled the Empire from her shores.
Not long after first meeting Rhyven her abuse of her Dream Shapers powers cause a severe personality shift in her. During a minor altercation in a small town tavern she permanently crippled 7 young men with her bare hands. Later that evening her wings tore their way free from her back, nearly killing her if Keyola and Rhyven hadn't used their own brands of magic to save her life.
Personality: short tempered, honest and brash. Jade has a tendency to take risks and she has a severe love of battle. Her early training taught her the thrill of the hunt and the joy that can be reached through combat.
Weapons: Five daggers she wears on her at all times and nearly any other hand held weapon that she can lay hands on. She's well versed in all their uses but prefers her daggers overall.
Animal: Raven Jade always admired birds in flight and felt that the black raven was something like her, dark in some ways and misunderstood by many but still regal and proud in its own right.
Name: Marisa Starheart
Bio: Marisa is the most recent one to claim ownership of the necklace of Nethlim. The last owner was her mother, who had lived for years not knowing what it had within it. It has stayed in the family for years. When Marisa got it from her mother when she turned 21, she could immediately feel the power within. She recognized that it was possibly dangerous, but did not know enough. She did not expect that it might be anything but a mere trinket until one night when an assassin attempted to stab her throat.
All that happened was that her robe was cut, but she did not get harmed. She immediately woke up, roused by the danger. She grabbed at the assassin's wrists, and they struggled. He kept trying to swing his free arm around her back end (she'd already managed to immobilize his right arm), but she managed to twist his wrist, then managed to make him stab himself with his own blade. She took his Aga'Toh, figuring she'd need it.
She realized that she was going to have more such problems in the future, and decided to learn how to defend herself. The Aga'Toh became her personal defense weapon. She does not welcome the future, but knows that she must accept it, and find out the powers of her mysterious necklace.
Personality: Somewhat anxious, but practical and confident. Active, and neither optimistic nor pessimistic. Resigned to fate, but determined to learn what her necklace does.
Weapons: An Aga'Toh.
Age: Seasons are not judged in the void. Time is not measure. But before Albajo walked through he was 26 and seems frozen in a body that appears that age.
Appearance: It is often said a body takes the shape of its environment. That is very true with Albajo. He looks like a shadow. He feels like the empty space between two worlds. Lacking much color just tones of black and white, his hair black, his eyes dark brown, his skin dark tan, clothes always back and even his long pointed short sword or small blade has a dull worn shine. But it is more than that. His eyes look but seem to glaze by, hazy, cloudy. His voice sound breathy. His movements flow easily with speed more than force.
Bio: Once the lands were young, a child in the arms of creation. The people lived in smaller planes just surviving in their surroundings. In some small bands and tribes the pull of the dark tugged at a few who began to touch the Shadows. Albajo was one of the most powerful of these. The term Shadow Walker was not heard or even whispered. In a moment of emotional distress Albajo attempted to manipulate the line between life and death to revive his mate. Unguided Albajo pushed his abilities exhausting himself and falling from the light of the world to the bottomless pit of the void. There he has endured timeless nothingness roaming in the colorless mist.
Personality: In the void Albajo lost his sense of his person. So as he finds his feet again he is shifty, silent until he finds his voice, untrusting, apprehensive. And yet the thrill of being on solid ground among living things, beside real bodies cannot be hidden. The newness of the emotions fills Albajo and confuses him.
Weapon: Albajo carries a small sword, not a weapon of his time on land but something that like him found its way into the void. In all his hundreds of years he only ever found three things – his sword, a crystal, and a pouch filled with some kind of dry grass.
Animals: Albajo’s animal is a coyote.