Name: Artovis Ravello
Title: Senior Councilman
Ethnic Origins: Born and raised in Stonehelm, parents have Nordic and Celland heritage
Tall, lean and fit. A healthy mind, strong in many aspects not only strengthened his wit, but also his physical health, mind over matter one could say. Through learning magic, he learned focus and concentration, things one would need to learn to truly keep their body in shape as well. He's certainly no muscular fellow, but compared to another man his age, he'd certainly be slower to tire and more capable of exerting force.
He stands over six feet in height with chestnut hair, sprinkled with gray here and there, his eyes are a dark brown hue. He has a slightly tan complexion.
Equipment: Usually garbed in functional and elegant pants, shirts and the like, occasionally accompanied by gloves and other accesseoirs depending on where he's headed, though almost always, there is a finely crafted sword at his hip. A longsword designed a mite differently from the rest of its ilk, the blade is longer as well as the hilt, allowing for it to be used with both hands. The hallmarks of fine craftsmanship and maintenance hint at the weapon's exceptional lethality.
Apart from his casual attire, there is a suit of armor set aside, specially designed to cater to the needs of a mage. With flammable substances, liquids and other exploitable concoctions alligned in various pouches, strapped in bandoliers and harnesses about the torso and waist. The armor itself consists of a surcoat depicting Stonehelm's coat of arms, worn over an angular and sturdy cuirass with chainmail to protect the arms and legs, topped off with thick leather gloves to protect the hands half-way up the forearms. With it, comes full-helm to protect that oh-so important mellon.
Bio: Artovis was born the only child of a refugee from the northern lands and the daughter of immigrants from Celland. From youth, he'd displayed a potential for magic, seemingly possessing qualities that set him apart from most children and later teenagers. He was calculative, pragmatic at a young age, but deeply nurtured an appreciation for the freedoms that Stonehelm provided for him and all its citizens. This idealism, paired with a naturally keen and strong-willed mind made him the perfect candidate to be initiated into the arts of magic. Swordsmanship was a skill he learned from his father, one that Artovis paired seamlessly with the more physical manipulation of magic.
With a ravenous hunger for knowledge in his youth, Artovis practically consumed the lore from books of sciences of geography, medicine, herbalism, alchemy and physics, making him quite an accomplished candidate to sit on the council of three. Through merit and acuity, he'd earned his place on the council of mages.
Personality: An odd blend of idealism that breeds pragmatism. In Artovis's mind, there is no better place to be than Stonehelm and his devotion to this ideal, has developed further into a calculative mind that tries to measure all the possibilities and find the best course of action for the best outcome, usually with Stonehelm in mind. When outside matters of state, he is a man still full of life and zest for experience, caring, thoughtful and usually well-meaning to most.
Other: He is Tier 3, having had nearly three decades of study and practice of magic.
He is a widower, with a single child - a daughter.
He is the adoptive father of his wizardly apprentice.
And now, the apprentice himself:
Name: Edwin Ravello
Ethnic Origins: Orphaned, unknown, possibly Borkstvo or Celland
Svelte build, long arms and legs, seems rather agile and quick on his feet, might even be capable of some impressive acrobatics if need be. Stands just under six feet in height. His hair is a light brown and his eyes are a pale, slate grey. He has a somewhat tanned complexion.
Equipment: Taking after his tutor in many ways, Edwin takes much after the style of dress and equipment of Artovis, preferring simple, but elegant clothing with the bearing of a gentleman. Though still a novice in the art of the sword, he carries with himself, an arming sword of craftsmanship on par with Artovis' masterworked weapon of choice, albeit with less wear.
In times of battle, he would don a similar suit of armor to Artovis, with pouches full of components to aid his spellcasting in the heat of battle, as it is much easier to set something flammable ablaze than to conjure fire from the palm of one's hand.
Bio: From the earliest that Edwin can remember, he was an orphan. Born in Borkstvo and living the risky life of a cutpurse and pickpocket in a land of absolute authority and little tolerance to deviations, especially from the law. For years, one might say that Edwin was simply existing, stealing only to feed himself, with no real goal ahead in life. Heck, he even picked his name out of a book at the age of sixteen when he first became Artovis' apprentice. How did that come to pass, however?
When one breaks the law enough times, it starts to catch up to them, especially in Borkstvo, so on to the latest trade caravan to come into town the young lad snuck, and weeks later, there he was, in the capitol of Stonehelm - a comparably new world, the liberal nature of the people served to inspire, and embarrass the young lad who could neither write nor read, nor plow a trade, compared to Borkstvo, his new home was idyllic, something that his future tutor would nurture into a burning patriotism. He resumed plowing his trade and found himself the law rather efficient within the city's walls, but far-less daunting as far as punishments went for petty crime. So it went for a few months until the young lad had the pleasure to try and cut one fancifully dressed fellow's purse as he was taking a stroll. Long story short, that man was Artovis, and after a brief chase, he was left with a binary choice - A stint in prison for trying to steal from a councilman, or indentured servitude. Later, his aptitude for all things arcane was discovered. While he was no prodigy, his willingness to learn and his dedication proved to be the effective basis of his talent. Now, he continues his studies and serves as Artovis' assistant, taking notes.
Personality: Once an opportunist, now a scholar of the arcane and a dutiful apprentice, Edwin's certainly gone through a few metamorphoses through his life. He is not quite as pragmatic as his mentor, Artovis, and is more prone to enjoying much of all the pleasures of life, given his ability to do so in Stonehelm. He has still grown up to be a well-meaning, if slightly crass fellow that has learned to love his home.
Adopted by his mentor.
Tier 2, as he's a mage, but not quite the prodigy Artovis is.
And now, for the daughter.
Name: "Raven" Ravello
Title: Guard Lieutenant
Ethnic Origins: Born and raised in Stonehelm, rather mixed heritage.
Appearance: (somehow there's nobody else I could envision in her stead)
Physically fit and strong enough to be on par with most men, she stands under six feet in height, leaning more toward five and a half, but not quite there. Black hair, usually cut short, bright blue eyes and a pale complexion make her pleasant to behold, likely making up for her narrow hips and modest bust.
Equipment: Being somewhat of a tomboy, the girl who calls herself "Raven", Artovis's daughter also takes a bit after him in style of dress, preferring men's clothing to gowns or dresses. Leather pants, boots and vests are among the usual attire she's seen in.
Having turned to a more militant style of life, among her possessions figure a variety of weapons, a sturdy wooden baton made of dark wood for less-lethal takedowns as fitting a guardsman in Stonehelm and a sword to match it for when non-lethal approaches aren't viable. The suit of armor she usually wears is a mix of studded leather and chainmail to afford the best protection with minimal sacrifice of mobility. At other times, depending on her duty, a bow or crossbow may be present in her hands as well.
While she has no magical aptitude to speak of, her father and her adoptive brother do serve to provide her with some curious concoctions and other useful alchemical or magical (or both) brews.
Bio: Born to councilman Artovis and his young bride Callista, a woman of Celland origin, she is the only child of the mage and likely the last, save for Edwin. Her mother had passed away after her birth, leaving the mage with a wounded heart and a bundle of joy at the same time. He raised her with the same values he had been taught as a youngster. Love for your homeland, duty to your people and a respect for the freedom that good folk deserve. The life of the equivalent of aristocracy in Stonehelm bored the young girl, swiftly growing into a woman swiftly and she had always sought ways to separate herself from most women of her age, especially those who reciprocated the more pompous fashions of Frankmark. To this end, she'd forced her father to teach her to hold and use a blade and later, she enlisted into the capitol's retinue of guardsmen.
The details of her mother's death had been revealed to her in detail upon her eighteenth birthday, when she had come of age. In memory of her mother, and an emotional tale of her beauty, she took to calling herself Raven, in honor of her mother's raven-black hair.
Personality: A tomboy, prone to one-upping anyone who she deems might be her rival in her pursued fields. Men or women, she would always strive to surpass them, be it when wielding a sword, launching an arrow, or galloping through rough terrain. Her ambitions do not stretch into the selfish, however, as her goal is to assume the role of leader for her city's guard force, and maybe even a high rank in Stonehelm's military, to serve as the most able defender. Politics bore her easily and thus she often comes across as crass or rude when things are "unnecessarily complicated" by paperwork.
Sorry if things seem a bit too long.