Heralds of Janus - Profile Sheets

[Zombehs]

Name: Saier (Sigh-ur) Larson
Age: 67
Race: Human, if only barely.
Title(Job): Sorcerer
Allegiance (Personal/Kingdom/Mistress): The King of Olanek, but no others.

Personality: A quiet man, Saier is a bit of an introvert, minding his own business and only associating with others when need be. He isn't exactly prideful or self-centered, but distant would be a more apt term to describe him. He doesn't like it nor is he comfortable with the intracacies of social interaction, despite his schooling in such situations, and prefers shallow interactions as a result. He's generally gentle if melachonic, as if he's not fully here in the moment. To sum it up, he keeps to himself and would like to live his life in such a manner if it weren't for the fact that he was loyal to the King.

History: There were legends. Sayings that children born during the solar eclipse would either be cursed or blessed by the Gods themselves. They would either bring ruin or great success to those who bore them. Saier was one of them. He doesn't remember much of his early life. The memories are a blur, a stream of images in which plucking one out of the many is all but impossible. One memory is especially vivid though, the sight of his entire town vanishing over night. Everything razed to the ground, all the living things simply gone.

He wasn't sure how he lived the next years of his life. Some it was spent wandering around the lands. Others he stopped and set up camp away from civilization. A few times he'd stay at a town for a while. Sometimes he'd stay enough to learn a few things, meet and talk with a few people. Most of the times he left quickly before disaster could befall the citizens who lived there. It was an odd sort of life, but one that Saier had resigned himself to.

Every night, once the sun set and the darkness descended, there were creatures that prowled the night. Beings that were told of to frighten little children, but they were very much real, and they were hungry. They sought after him and he slew them amidst the nights. That was his life. That was his purpose. Until another man came and gave him purpose, the King of Olanek.

The meeting was strange, perhaps a coincidence. What happened after was even stranger, but enough for this unknown man to earn Saier's respect. And the rest was, well history.

Skills: A powerful sorcerer, Saier focuses on the more corporeal of magics. He doesn’t bother with more cunning and indirect methods when dealing with his foes, despite his knowledge in them. When faced in combat, Saier prefers to overwhelm enemies with overbearing magic based in light, darkness and gravity. His magic ranges from creating a gravitational anomaly that rips apart everything it touches to calling down a bombardment of light from the sky, razing and disintegrating everything in its vicinity. He is also capable of simply pouring out his immense reserves of energy as a simple, but devasting attack. Though inefficient compared to properly shaped spells, it is still capable of rending and incinerating flesh and bone.

Through many years of practice, Saier has learned how to manipulate magic without the need for more physical actions. He can weave magic through his thoughts alone, using only hand gestures as a matter of habit and practice. For his higher end and more complex spells, Saier is forced to speak the words in order to properly control and give form to the spells.

He naturally radiates an immense signature of magical energy, though not out of his own choice. If a normal mage were to be described as a rechargeable battery, it’d be apt to say Saier is something of a generator. The difference in potential energy is immense and to many, an insurmountable wall. It allows him to pull on magics other could only dream of, but is a very dangerous gift. It is downright impossible to hide his presence from those attuned to magic and often attracts beasts and other creatures that would thirst for a chance to taste his magic.

He also requires immense willpower to control the energy properly. A minimum of an hour of uninterrupted meditation a day allows for Saier to not only reign in the power he wields, but allows for him to discharge excess energy into his surroundings without completely destroying them.

When he brings full power out to bear, Saier changes into something inhuman. Energy seeps through every pore on his body and wraps around him, creating a being of energy. The form allows for him to use every ounce of energy he generates, but at the same time it also renders him vulnerable to magical assault, as his physical body barely exists, leaving little buffer against damage. Like an engine being pushed over its limits, the form wears and tears away at his capabilities as a mage, weakening him with every second he spends utilizing his potential.

Though he now lives a life of relative comfort in service to the king, there was a time before this that he lived by himself and isolated from much of society. As a result of this time he’s gained many a skills necessary for surviving and living by himself away from society. Though no specialist nor expert in any manner, he knows enough to get by for himself.

Despite his birth right, after being brought under the King, Saier was "forced" to learn the ways of how nobility might conduct themselves. From wielding a silver tongue to riding a horse, Saier learned a great many skills throughout his services to the king. Though he personally dislikes acting in such a manner, he's not above it if it helps him complete his task faster.

[Drice]

Drice Malehn

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Race: Human

Title(Job): Mercenary/ Apprentice

Skills:
Drice relies upon speed, agility and pure skill in a fight instead of brawn power. He is an excellent with his twin short blades, and an above average with a bow. He also has training with an assortment of other weapons and a very limited knowledge of alchemy including a few poisons and a few potions.

Allegiance:
Master Kirnt, the highest bidder

Personal Description:
Standing at just 5’8 with a lean body Drice is neither intimidating nor physically overbearing however as stated before he does not rely upon strength alone to prevail in a fight but instead upon his speed and skill with the twin blades (long knives). He has only two distinguishable features a scar running across his right cheek starting just below the eye and his shaggy green hair a result from a reaction to a spell when he was younger. His blue eyes while innocent hide a gate into his past.

Drice was no more then 10 when Master Kirnt happened upon him. Happening upon a desolated town he was shocked to find the blood soaked mute boy barely alive. After taking the boy to a healer he took the orphan as his apprentice and began teaching him the ways of a traveling rogue. Drice remembers little of his village life nor does he remember what happened in his village however he sees Kirnt as a father figure and his loyalty is unquestioned. Shortly after coming to the city Kirnt took a job and has not been seen or heard from since. That was several months ago and the coins have begun to dry up leaving Drice in a fickle spot…