Name: Everett Linno.
Age: 37.
Gender: Male.
Faction/Allegiance: Kalnachi nobility.

Relic Description: A ring. It appears as an ordinary silver ring, with a small blood red garnet fixed on it. It's history unknown, Everett found it in the remains of a decaying corpse. It has the ability of eliminating Everett's numerous flaws, and enhancing every part of his physical and psychological state to peak condition, while transforming his personality in the process. Physically, it has altered Everetts appearance dramatically. Everett was incredibly unfortunate in the genetic lottery, born both limp and hunchback. He is naturally blind on one eye, which white and milky texture alone was enoguh to scare the other children (and most adults) away. Thin, wispy hair that seemed to always remain dirty and untamed no matter how much Everett's serfs tried to wash it fit well together with his thin face, dry, pale skin and leathery lips. He was weak and frail, always picked on by the other noble children as well as others.

Now, Everett Linno's looks are amicable. His hair has turned full and fresh, always appearing as if it was just washed. His vision is perfect, and his clear blue eyes compliment his black hair and eyebrows. The pale skin has turned tanned and smooth, and his body is as strong and able as that of the mightiest warriors, yet lacks all the scars and signs of wear and tear. His reflexes, physical toughness and quickness are all at the level of someone who devoted their life training them. In short, the relic has turned Linno into a near perfect (perfection remaining subjective) man physically.

Mentally, Everett used to be a cowardly savage. The abuse he suffered as a child made him afraid and cowardly, yet while his spite and cruelty towards what he considered lesser beings - like animals and serfs (though he often didn't make a distinction between the two) - where no doubt reimbursed by the abuse as well, these were always parts of his mentality. Everett wasn't just an abused kid taking out his sufferings on others, he was an absolute savage that enjoyed tormenting life regardless of his own state. The ring, however, has turned Linno into something else entirely. His contempy for humanity and life in general is gone, as is his cruelty and cowardice. No longer does he fear, nor feel hatred or malice. He looks to improve the conditions of lesser kin, and is apalled by the state his country is in in regards to serfdom, gender inequality and, perhaps most of all, the Inquisitors. He's also developed a fine intellect, wittiness and have become a natural speaker, able to inspire others to great deeds. As such, Everett has become a very popular figure in his homeland, and he discreetly tries to use his influence to change it.

The problem with all of this, is that these "enhancements" are not gifts, but comes quid pro quo. In order for Everett to sustain his abilities and, indeed, his very personality, Everett has to satiate the Everett Linno he was born as. Comitting acts that goes against his own mentality but fits the one of that little brutal kid he was born as does exactly that. Wether it's theft, extortion, kidnapping, torture, rape or murder it all goes towards this. The more heineous the act, the better. This is a large strain on Everett's well-being, and in the darkest times he has feared for his future sanity. Merely insulting someone goes against his own morality, so when Everett has forced himself to beat men and women do death, they're not the only ones being tortured.

Flaws: The more recent his latest misgivings are, and the more severe, the less flaws he has, to the point of having no perceivable flaws at all. On the flipside, when time passes without these acts, Everett's flaws starts becoming more apparent. His psychological flaws are first to change (whether positively or negatively). Nontheless, he does have flaws:

* Stubbornness. Both a perk and a flaw, Everett's extreme determination means he rarely changes his mind once he has made it up, something that might often work to his disadvantage.
* Narcissism. Time has made Linno confident, to the point of not seldomly overestimate his own capabilities.
* Education. While having retained basic education, Everett never aqcuired the education most nobles do due to his remote upbringing and subsequent priorities. Instead, he relies on other people, like advisors and scholars, to provide him with information. He does, however, know how to read and write.

A different flaw, tied to being an evoker, is that Everett's relic gives him no supernatural powers or abilities at all. It merely makes him, in most people's eyes, a great human being.

Skills: Everett's skills works much like his flaws. The only thing he is good at regardless of the relic is lying and hurting others. The ring bestows him great organizational skill in various fields, such as logistics, economics and military, and has granted him an affinity for combat both as a leader and as a fighter.

Biography: Everett was born a Linno, a powerful Kalnachi noble family, housed in the capital of Warriner. His father was a successful but mean bastard, his mother even worse. Everett was the youngest child and had three much older siblings, all female. His parents used to swear that Everett was no product of theirs, but rather a curse placed on the family by some evoker seeking revenge at the family for their public and financial support of the Inquisitors. Nontheless, they protected Everett best they could from the world outside of the family residence, all in order to protect the family name.

At seven, Everett was sent to a desolate area in northwestern Kalnach along with a handful families of serfs, the serfs tasked with bringing the boy up far from anything that mattered. Everett had quickly realized the opportunities this gave him, and both figuratively and, later, literally tortured his serfs who were too afraid of future repercussions from the house of Linno to do anything about it. It was at thirteen, when the boy had become almost inhumanly cruel, that Everett found the ring. He had several weeks earlier made his first human kill, using a child his age that had made the mistake of insulting him for target practice while practicing marksmanship. Ever since the kill, Everett could swear he felt a presence, drawing him to the ditch were he had dumped the body. So, after three weeks, Everett finally gave in to this strange feeling and returned to the body. Not knowing why, he had split the corpse open with his dagger and reached inside, pulling out a small, beautiful ring from inside. Not even stopping to think about the sheer madness of it all, Everett had put the ring on and left.

After that, it took months before Everett noticed any effect at all, and years before others did. But, slowly, he changed. Soon enough his serfs noticed how they were treated more fairly, the maddening outbursts of rage appearing less frequently and even a slight change in appearance of the boy. As Everett neared the age of a man, his lust for blood had almost vanished completely. And yet, not much more happened. His alteration had appeared to come to a halt. Frustrated and scared, scared that his "transformation" might be reversing, Everett tried to figure out what to do to kick-start it again. But he couldn't.

As the months passed, Everett began feeling a need for blood again. Not a craving, but a nessecary need. Like food. Confused, Everett obliged. Like this it continued, and soon enough, Everett felt himself growing again. He grew into a man, and while the craving subsided he forcefully continued his menacing ways as he now knew he needed them to not to turn back into the complete psychopath he was born as, and now despised. As he matured, some of the serfs started changing their opinion about him, even offering their allegiance by heart and not just law. Soon enough, Everett started to attract new people to the desolate area he lived, known as "the Great Divide" - lightly forested plains stretching along a large and incredibly long ravine reaching all the way to the sea, with a small river at the bottom and a few well-placed bridges along the top to cross it. These new people new nothing of Everett's past, and was immediately taken by his charm and leadership skills. The Great Divide blossomed as the years passed, and the news obviously travelled to Warriner, where his perplexed family could not believe their ears.

Eventually, Everett returned to Warriner from his forced exile, seeking out his family in secret. He had arrived unannounced one morning. His parents and one of his sisters had been at the residence (where none of Everett's siblings now lived), and even though they, much like they couldn't believe the stories, could hardly believe their eyes, they could recognize their son and brother, who despite all the changes he had gone through still had something about him they could immediately recognize. When Everett saw his family, he did not feel the hatred, sorrow, fright or ambivalence one might expect him to - he couldn't. And yet, he slaughtered them all. He took no pleasure in it, but made it long, outdrawn and painful nontheless, knowing he'd benefit from it. His remaining two sisters soon shared their family's fate, Everett managing to put all the blame on a rivalling house following long and careful planning.

After that, Everett took up the banner of House Linno, and has ever since worked tirelessly in his efforts to re-shape Kalnach in his image. His success has been limited thus far, but he has gained ground. Not in law or rule, but in the minds of the people - serfs and noblity alike. Now, Everett has made his way to the town of Amaryth, capital of Othea, in order to attend the nameday of King Hrodlaf the Third in the hopes of securing new allies.

Relations: [No idea yet.]
Final Point - Secrets: The fact that Linno is an evoker is very much a secret - "the secret". If the public knew that his grace, smarts and capabilities all stemmed from a magic artifact rather than being, you know, him, it would severely undermine his efforts.
Theme Song: [Maybe I'll think of something!]

Name: Amy Lockwood formerly Amelia Beauchene
Age: 25

Gender: Female

Faction/Allegiance: Othean military

Relic Description:
A ring where the band is inscribed in an language long forgotten. It cannot be taken off. The bridge of the ring appears to be able to fit a gem. This ring allows Amelia to evoke the elemental powers of fire. To do this, the ring convokes the powers of the spirits nearby. For fire to grow, it must consume. In a place such as a tundra, the ring will likely fizzle out smoke at best. So long as she can see the object, the flames can appear at any distance. However, the further away her target the weaker the flames will be. Amelia believes that the missing gem may increase the power of the ring and she has her suspicions that the better her mentality the stronger the flames. Without the elements associated with fire, Amelia is fairly certain the ring is mostly powerless. Mostly.

She found her ring when she cut opened the stomach of a large sea bass.

Appearance:


Flaws:
1. Raised from nobility, Amelia can be stubborn to an unreasonable degree, especially if things do not go her away.
2. She is eager to prove her worth which can be taken advantage of. She can be overambitious.
3. She has a phobia of cats.
4. Hotheaded at times

Skills:
Horsemanship- She was trained until she could handle a horse on her own. Affectionately calls her mount "White Hare".
Swordsmanship- Trained with the longsword
Cooking- Making new recipes is always fun to do! That and it is important to learn how to cook when you no longer rely on servants to do that job. The joys of independence.
Nobility's Education- Growing up in a noble's household, she was taught to read as having an illiterate daughter would bring shame to the family. She hasn't paid too much attention during music and dance classes though.
Leadership: Despite the sexism in the military, she has become a capable leader to the grumble of naysayers.

Biography: Amelia Beauchene was born as the third child of four and the only daughter of Markus Beauchene, a nobleman of Amaryth and politician. Growing up like many noblewoman at her age, she had certain expectations to fulfill. She was taught what proper manner and etiquette she should have. She was taught how to dance and entertain at social settings and to be meek and submissive to her future husband. At the age of seven, she was betrothed to another boy that she never met.

Amelia yearned for something more. Much of the lessons pertaining to how to become a proper lady bored her mind. Like all noble children, she was taught to read and write and she find herself immersing in fables to pass time. She eagerly listened to her eldest brother’s war stories much to the surprise of her father. She took archery lessons to heart and she enjoyed equestrian lessons. At the age of twelve, she got her father to consent to get her a tutor on swordsmanship in exchange for taking her other lessons more seriously (she tried to do the bare minimum).

Tragedy struck when she was 14. Her mother, compassionate and ever encouraging of “Our little Dame” passed away from a terminal illness. Within a few months she finally met her betrothed, Joseph Cormac. He was three years older than her and fair but his disposition struck her as vain and impulsive. Their first encounter ended badly when she slapped her future husband in the face after he gave humiliating and hurtful commands to one of Amelia’s playmates and closest friend.

The blowout that followed sullied their family name creating a rift between her and her father though she was to still wed to Joseph. For the next two years, she was isolated within the manor by her father’s orders though her lessons continued. Two years later, her father remarried to Eliza Halfor who had three children of her own, all of them younger than her.

She did not get along with her stepmother who always seemed to antagonize her at every chance. To avoid embarrassing her father more, she would keep a tight lip and put up a polite façade. Her stepsiblings rarely talked to her either and avoided her as if they were told to do so.

When she was seventeen, a family incident occurred at a dinner party. This resulting fallout ended in the disownment of Amelia Beauchene and her expulsion from the place she called home. Her arranged marriage was annulled and given to one of her two stepsisters.

Suddenly thrust into a society foreign from her own, she had to adjust quickly. The question was how? Wandering the streets penniless, the second brother approached her. He did not lent her money, telling her that she must earn it but he would provide shelter at a shack near his home. The second brother put her to work at an inn disguised as a peasant where she became an apprentice cook and sometimes interacted with the commoners as a waiter. Sometimes, the favorite eldest brother came to check up on her but could do little else because of his military obligations.

The inn proved to be a great experience for she met all manner of people there and eagerly listened to traveler's tales. For nearly a year, she worked at the inn doing the very chores her maids would once do. One day while she was gutting a king sea bass, she found a strange ring inside its gut. Without hesitation, she put on the ring, guts and all before she realized what she done. That was how she found her relic and set the kitchen on fire.

For the unexplained and mysterious fire, the inn was shut down for repairs. Around this time, a member of the Royal Relic Constabulary somehow found her contemplating by a lake and requested her to join them. Though she found the offer tempting, she had other plans in mind. She made up her mind to join the military instead as Amy Lockwood.

Her two brothers tried to convince her otherwise but she was adamant. She went to the nearest recruitment office and applied to become an officer much to the disbelief of the recruiter as women in the army, much less one applying to train to become an officer, was quite a rare sight. The eldest brother promised to pay for the tuition anonymously and in secret if she someone did make the academy.

She passed the grueling written preliminary exam to get into the Officer’s Academy but just getting the marks for her physicality (she never felt more thankful for the year and a half doing physical labor at the inn). She knew that the men there would be larger and stronger than her and to compensate for that, she’d need to both strengthen her body and use her lighter frame to her advantage during spars. The Academy was full of naysayers that only spurred her on to push her body to her limits and become the top of her class.

The Royal Relic Constabulary informed the school that she held a relic and she was pulled aside for special personalized classes for relic holders and much of the tuition was waived too. The purpose was to discover the strength and usages of the relics and to also keep relic users on file something she paid little heed until she realized after graduating that meant that should the king get too comfortable with Kalnach, her life would be in danger. In her time there, she found that her ring resonated with fire elemental powers, its powers amplified by her presence of mind and her surroundings yet near worthless in cold and wet conditions. For whatever reason, there was a gemstone missing. The relic was missing a crucial component and no amount of gems fitted into the bridge did anything noticeable.

She met another female officer in training to her surprise and joy, a year older than her. Before their relationship could amount to anything more, she suddenly left the academy under the pretense of family problems. She learned that night that she was hazed badly by the other men. This callous and sexist attitude infuriated Amelia and she vowed that she would not quit no matter what happens.

She surprised many of her detractors, especially her mentors. This was partly thanks to her earlier education and also her determination to make something worthwhile for herself. Though she wasn’t the top of the class, being a woman and doing above average, especially during spars, singled her out. It wasn’t long before she became isolated once more and had to deal with unwanted advances. She also did not write to her brothers, out of fear that her identity would be discovered and that her brothers would in trouble for communicating with her.

When she was 23, she graduated with the lowest commissioned rank of Lieutenant and given command of the Red Lion Battalion, Third Platoon. The men under her command have expressed a mixture of emotions at their young and fair officer: anger that a woman was higher ranked than them, respect it was the first time they’ve seen or heard a woman become an officer, and confusion.

Lt. Amy Lockwood’s first task was to reinforce the southern borders. The guard outposts there were understaffed and they could not afford to defend both the roads for safe passage and town from marauding gangs of thieves. She did so successfully albeit with the deaths of 6 of her men and several casulaties. Given the honor of executing the remaining thieves or throwing them to jail, she opted to leave the choice to the local constable instead feeling that the weight of their lives would be too much blood on her hands. He chose to execute them the day after and Amy learned a valuable lesson. No amount of washing would remove the blood on her hands. Such was the cruel nature of her job.

“You look pale ma’am. Whats’a matter?”

“Hello Louie. Just thinking that I’ve been trained for this. Or so I thought. I am not naïve enough to think that no one will die in battle. I thought I was prepared. Yet, here I am still shaking uncontrollably”

“Green aren’t ya? You did pretty well all things considering. Wet your feet a bit in the heat of battle eh? Great feeling ain’t it Lieutenant?”

“Yes, it did feel…invigorating. But the weight of the dead, how do you deal with it? The ones that we killed, the ones that died on our side?”

“You just move on I suppose. No point dwelling in the dead. They ain’t going to come back. Just pay your respect and move on. Think too much on it, I think you’ll be driving yourself mad. We’re all murders here, just we have the authority to exercise it, don’t we gents?!”

“Aye!”

“…Ha ha ha! Jokers, the lot of you. Pass the ale you rascal.”

“What are you looking at buffoon? Pass the Lt. her ale! To our dame and our fallen brothers! Drink up!”

The next two years, she spent her time on the southern borders keeping the peace. Two months prior to the King’s festival, she had received orders to return back to the capital to meet up with her battalion and provide extra security around the capital.

Personality/motivation: Amelia has always had a flair for adventure and she was fiercely independent even as a child. Growing up, she would always wanted to join her brothers on an adventure (mostly running around the estate with their imagination running wild). Feeling confined and bored of the "noblewoman customs", she often rebelled against her father's wishes to become a proper lady. Leaving her identity as Amelia Beauchene, she became Amy Lockwood, an up and coming officer of the army with no connections to her former life in the hopes of finding her true calling.

She isn't one to immediately distrust people. All people, even the bad ones can do some good in their life.

Relations:
Amelia has conflicting feelings with her family. Her father had other plans for her that she did not wanted, namely marrying her first cousin. Amelia had other plans and after much begging, she had her first taste of swordsmanship at the age of twelve. Her mother died of natural causes when she was 14 much to her grief. Two years later her father married another noblewoman. She has a sour relationship with her new stepmom as she believes she is the reason for her being disowned and she finds her unbearably snobbish. For the reasons above, Amelia has grown distant with her father though she does not mind her newfound freedom.

She has no problems with her two older brothers. One is an banker and the other is a civil servant former military man. She has one younger brother who has pursued a rather hedonistic lifestyle to her chagrin. She's made little contact with her step siblings.

Final Point - Spat at her step mother's face after she made incendiary remarks about her mom and her in a private conversation. Promptly left the room afterward.

Name: Sven Kanzi
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Faction/Allegiance: Othea
Relic Description: The Eye of Continentia is a shaped ball of marble with what appears to be a eye in the center which has been placed inside a ring. This relic possesses the ability to allow the owner to Modify and control the thoughts of others and even allowing the evoker to drive the ones he targets insane but this takes long periods of exposure to the target. The evoker must make direct eye contact with the target to take over their minds and even then strong willed individuals will be able to fight it off. If the target is under the influence of alcohol or a drug however the evoker can enter their mind easily. It is harder to make someone do something that is out of their character and will take more effort to completely dominate someone and make them follow a command. While if you give simple nudges towards things they enjoy or that is in their nature the effect will be more long lasting and will be easier to use. To refuel this relic one must either use one's own life force or the life force of another. Using to much of one's own life force can tire the evoker, age them, and possibly kill them. While draining from another can have the same effects which requires for the evoker to have physical contact with the target with the hand the ring is worn on. Which the ring will begin the drain on its own. It is nowhere near powerful enough to kill anyone outright, but can age them if the contact is held long enough. The limit of draining needed to fuel the ring would take a full year from the evoker or from someone else. Or smaller amounts from numerous people. There will be no adverse effects from what the target can feel unless the drain is being held for a long period of time except if the target is incapacitated or under the influence.
Appearance:

Flaws:
-Sadistic: Enjoys every amount of pain that he inflicts on others.
-Swordsmanship: Can't use a sword to save his life
-Persistent: Will do anything in his power to reach his goal even if it means killing the ones that he wants to protect.
-Controlling attitude: See's almost everyone as almost nothing but tools for him to use.
-Dishonest: Will lie at almost any chance to preserve his goal and manipulate others
-Guilt: Is burdened by the death of his sister and still blames himself.
-Rationalizations: Finds any reason to paint himself in a good light no matter what sins he's committed.
-Voices: The dead that he controlled while they lived still live on in Sven and have a habit of popping up though this is more a figment of his imagination and is due to guilt.
-cannibalistic tendencies: HE has a habit of feasting on other humans but rarely indulges in it.

Skills:
+Agile: Is more agile then most others able to outrun and dodge with ease due to his life in the outdoors.
+Manipulation: He is a skilled manipulator even without the use of his relic playing on what people believe, their fears, and their loves. He gained this skill naturally over time as most people do but he chooses to use it more.
+ Pain tolerance: Has a incredibly high pain tolerance due to the abuse he had received when he was younger.

Biography: Born to a family of serfs in Kalnach, Sven had a twin sister, the two were inseparable. Where one went the other went, what one did the other did. The first few years of life were easy for the two due to them being so young and the slavers truly having no use for young lings such as they. At the age of seven the two were tasked with typical house duties most thinking Sven was also a girl due to his long hair and face similar to his sisters. This was a blessing as well as a curse though neither would know this till they were the age of ten and a noble came to the farm to collect his dowry and the serfs that came with it. That was the night that his eyes were opened to the horrors and the evil of nobles.

The Noble used serfs as a way so he could please himself. Not just sexually either, he'd torture the serfs endlessly tying them to a wall their backs facing him where he'd burn and cut them. When he came first he went for Sven thinking him a girl which upon trying to rape the boy and realizing the truth he cared little and still continued to abuse the boy. This was the first step to Sven's mental breakdown as he felt a pain no one should've had to. Then the second step was when the same thing happened to his sister. Laying on the ground helpless Sven could do nothing but watch as his sister went through the same treatment. Then afterwards they were nothing but the man's toys as he began to torture them, first starting with dropping hot coals on their backs or beating them with whips. Then he moved on to cutting them drawing out their pain as long as he could. After two years of this treatment the two were broken physically and mentally being the only two serfs that had survived the noble's ways. This knowledge was not publicly known however, only the noble and his wife knew of what he did in his spare time. When the noble left to go take care of a dispute with another noble the two made their move.

First they entered his treasure room taking all they could carry which wasn't truly much but this was when Sven ran across the Ring of Continentia and placed it upon his finger as though it had called out to him. Sadly the two weren't able to escape due to their injuries they got caught before they even made it a mile away from the noble's home. When the two were found in their broken states news began to spread and the inquisition caught whiff of the situation. Being returned to the noble he saw the two as a threat to his reputation and life if knowledge of what he had done got out so he decided to kill them after one more session. That night Sven and his sister were tied to chairs right next to each other while the noble drew out a sword that had been sitting over a fire for hours. Sven looked over grasping his sisters hand trying to calm her and take her focus off what was coming next. As their eyes met everything she knew, everything she experienced and all her emotions flooded Sven and when the hot blade sunk into her he felt that as well. The excruciating burning sensation that started in the center of the chest and spread made him want to cry, and knew his sister would've as well if she hadn't died. When the noble approached him though Sven met eyes with the noble Sven's anger got the best of him as he activated the ring of Continentia off of instinct as though it guided him. Controlling the noble Sven made him first free him and then take Sven's spot. The tables had turned and Sven enjoyed gutting the noble like a fish and feasting on his intestines drinking and lapping at the man's blood like a animal. After truly realizing what he had done Sven left taking all the wealth the noble had and used it to forge a new life for his self.

First he stashed away all the treasure so he could get to it at a later day and scavenged learning to survive off the wild for a few years till he was twenty. Where he then returned to his stash of wealth and used it to forge himself a new life in Othea where he would use his wealth to open a tavern that not only supplied food and drink but a gaming place where many could come to spend their money, many more services were provided such as feminine entertainment that could be rented along with a room or even giving out loans. This was for the common rebel though while the upper class were given much more pleasantries such as renting private rooms for discussions among themselves, or renting one of the waitresses. Men usually spilled many secrets around women which made their way back to Sven which he could sell to someone for a decent price. Sven now seems to be nothing more then a businessman but no one knows his true goals.

Personality/motivation: At one point Sven was happy even with being a serf but after the death of his sister things took a turn for the worse. Delving into the mind of his dying sister Sven has had her memories permanently etched into his brain he felt her pain and it broke him mentally leaving the poor boy in shatters that not even living in the wild could erase. His hatred for nobles still festers inside him. Yet escaping to Othea seems to be helping the young man as he appears to have calmed down and owns a tavern but his true goals still aren't known.
Relations: He has no one left.
Final Point - Secrets: N/A
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