Name: Thora Thorvaldsdóttir
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Faction/Allegiance: Initially: independent Othean.

Biography (part I):
Thora was born in the small village of Anarion, in the mountains south of Amaryth. It was a village much like hundreds of others in Othea, its denizens mostly herders of the medium-sized, goat-like Yerkis, who are known for their ability to scale pretty much any slope, and for their thick, red-tinged wool. Not everyone in the village tended the livestock, but other than the necessities like the blacksmith and the innkeeper, most the villagers worked directly with the Yerkis herds.
While her mother was a herder, Thora's father was the village blacksmith, and had fully expected her to follow in his footsteps, or rather anvil-banging. Unfortunately, Thora never really took after him in that fashion. Sure, she could work the forge, but she simply didn't care enough to truly focus upon the art of smithing. She was far too busy running up into the hills and exploring the ruins dotting the landscape.
The elders generally discouraged the children from playing in the ruins, but nobody actually expected them to listen. They were children, after all. However, unlike her peers, Thora kept moving through the ruins even after she left childhood behind. When questioned why, she never really had a good answer. While this is not something the elders particularly like, she has become well-known for doing her job properly when she's not running into the ruins. She has a reputation for never shirking her duties, so that particular idiosyncrasy is permitted to her.
Appearance (part I):
Thora looks much like any other villager her age. Maybe a bit more muscular, but not so as to stand out from other girls her age, but most have learned not to cross her, as her right hook (taught by her father), is vicious and has left more than an over-eager youth with a thoroughly aching jaw. As clothing goes, she has never been fond of bright colors. Most her clothes are homespun tunics and leggings of the faintly reddish tinge familiar to Yerkis wool, but she has also had a fondness for hooded cloaks dyed black as night.
Other than the Yerkis wool, the prime trade good of Thora's home village is the plant known locally as Rellik. Its common in higher elevations throughout Othea, but more common near Anarion than in most other regions. While the most immediately noticeable effect of treating wool with the essence of Rellik is that the cloth turns so deep a purple as to be almost black, its secondary effect is what makes it so valuable, for that effect renders it virtually impermeable to water and reduces the chances of growths of mold or other forms of decay. Since reaching adulthood, Thora has attained a fondness for clothes treated with the essence of Rellik.
Biography (part II):
While most her peers were married young, or at least mated young, Thora never quite settled down. She did not really know why, but the time simply never seemed right. She always made sure that when she did experiment, it was in the cycles of the moons where chances of conception were at a minimum. Similarly, she never gathered any truly close friends. She had friends, but always kept a sort of shell around her inner self, never opening up completely to anyone. The fact that she could, and had, beat up most of the boys in the village probably was part of the reason she never got any close friends. Most tend to be reluctant to become close friends after loosing a tooth or two.
She was twenty years old by the time she found the relic that would reshape her life in ways she could not have expected. She'd been out exploring the ruins dotting the hills when suddenly the ground fell out under her, revealing a hidden chamber. Most of what lay in the chamber was decayed beyond recognition, but a single object stood out for her. That object was a simple-looking bracer, not unlike that used by archers to protect the wrist from the bowstring. Following an urge as ancient as the relics themselves, Thora slid her arm into the leather bracer, yelping in surprise when it tightened itself once in the right position. She started tugging at it to get it off, but could find no spot to grab. The last thing she remembers from that time was a strange whisper at the back of her head, then everything was blank.
When she came to, she saw that her tunic was stained with blood, and that she was in a completely different location. She tried to think back as to what had happened, but all she got was the merest flashes of memory, but nothing that made any sort of sense. She could feel her body aching in all sort of unusual places though. She cleaned herself up in one of the many mountain streams, quite oblivious to the chill of the water, but then she had been washing in those streams all her life.
The blood easily washed away, and she returned back home. The day after, she heard that someone, one of her more distant cousins, was missing, but dared not consider the possibility that there might be a connection. She kept her tunic well over the strange bracer, hoping to ignore it for now. Over the next weeks there were occasional strange images and thoughts flashing through her head, but nothing truly made much sense. Her cousin never turned up, but everyone agreed that it had to have been one of the mountain beasts or something. It had happened before.
Appearance (part II):
As the months went by, Thora slowly started feeling different. It never in obvious ways, but rather in the most subtle manners. She took to wearing her cloak almost all the time, for the light of the sun made her uncomfortable. It didn't burn her more than others, but still she found herself disliking it. Some commented, but she paid them no heed. In time, she found that it slowly became easier to see well at night than during the day. She knew enough of the ancient legends to attribute it to the strange relic stuck to her arm, but also knew that it was best to keep this secret, for there were a few in the village who had embraced the faith the dominion of Idris. She had little doubt they would not hesitate to turn her in to the Order if they knew what she had become, what she might have done.
As she lacked access to a mirror, there was none in the village, it took her a long while to spot her other changes. Slowly her body thinned out, growing lankier, loosing what little bulk she had built up working in the smithy, yet retaining the strength for it. Her pale blue eyes turned a pale gray and rather penetrating, and her light brown hair darkened somewhat, though that last may have been an effect of it no longer being as exposed to the sun. The one bit she could not explain as anything natural, was the way her upper canines increased in length, becoming sharper. Thora remained around the same average height she had always been, but did not retain her formerly thick build. She grew even more fond of climbing and running, her body reflecting this.
Biography (part III):
Over the following year, Thora was rather good at denying to herself that there was any connection between the rare disappearances of villagers and the blackouts she had. She truly did not want to believe that she might be responsible, but with each time, the facts started to build up. One, she could not remember anything from the time. Two, she woke up somewhere else. Three, her clothes and skin was bloody. Four, someone was missing, never to be seen again. Five, the nagging thirst at the back of her throat that no amount of water would quench was inevitably sated after a blackout.
Appearance (part III):
After the fourth disappearance, Thora could no longer deny it. Nobody had seen her do it, but she knew it had to be her. Packing up a small haversack with supplies and donning the best clothes she owned, all of them dyed with essence of Rellik, she prepared to depart. After packing, she worked hard at the forge all day, smithing a pair of knives that outmatched any she had made before. They were longer and heavier than average, but not so long or heavy as to be unwieldy, but the craftsmanship was one she could not deny to be magnificent. In the afternoon, she sat quietly, fixing the hilts and sheaths for them, and two hours after night fell, she picked up her haversack, departing the village of Anarion with no intent to return until she had figured out what the relic was doing to her and how to control it.

Relic Abilities:
Thora moved through the land, staying away from any of the villages. When hunger hit her, she hunted. She found that her relic granted her increased agility as well as making her vision sharper at night. Many a wild animal learned too late how good a predator she had become, for she instinctively knew exactly how to hide herself from them until she could pounce upon them and slay them.
The blackouts still happened, but more often than not, she had no bloodstains to clean off. Sometimes the strange thirst was sated afterwards, other times it wasn't. Whenever it was, she resolved to stay further away from villages in the future, but inevitably found herself straying closer nonetheless. With her quest being understanding, she did not have a specific goal in mind as she wandered. Early on, she kept mostly to the foothills, for that territory, while far from home, was familiar in style, but eventually she neared the border that Othea shared with its southern neighbor. She knew she had to turn away at that time, for something told her it was a bad idea to cross the border.
Sleeping in the wild was not the most comfortable thing, but her cloak was of the finest Anarion make, and it kept her both warm and dry. After reaching the border, she turned north, heading into the lowlands, then slowly finding herself heading parallel to the main road to the capital city of Amaryth. The blackouts, so far as she could determine, were becoming more and more frequent, and the unnatural thirst stronger each time. She reasons that if there's anyone knowing much about relics in all of Othea, he or she will no doubt be in Amaryth.

Flaws:
At this time, the relic controls Thora more than she controls it. Its not that she's weak-minded, but rather that she isn't trained to handle it. Many relics of the Old Kingdom are powerful things that can almost be said to have a will of their own. Thora's relic is just one such item.
When the relic needs (or wants) to feed, she more or less blacks out, rarely remembering much afterwards. The bloodthirst is unrelenting when it surfaces, but she mostly feeds when alone with her victims. Few notice her, but some might spot the fact that her upper canines are longer and more pointed than is normal. Thora is as of yet unwilling to admit to herself that this is a problem.
Having grown up in a fairly small village, Thora never had cause to learn how to read or write. Even now, she sees little use in learning it.

Skills:
In the months since she left her village she grew up in, Thora has become quite skilled as a hunter-gatherer, even gained some skill at constructing simple shelters. During her youth, she learned how to climb, how to be quite inquisitive and curious, as well as how to manage a forge. Not quite on a master's level, but far above a journeyman's level.

Personality/motivation:
The things that most motivate Thora in her life now is the will to understand her relic. She is frequently confused by the blackouts, and she does not understand how the relic is slowly changing her. Thus she travels out to find someone that can help her get rid of this confusion.
But of course the relic has already changed her in a number of significant ways, as such, the thirst for blood also motivates her, even if she has no real control over it. When she does remember the flashes of what she has done in her blackouts, she pushes these back, trying to deny them.

Relations:
To be fixed. Feel free to suggest relations with her.

Final Point - Secrets:
Thora's greatest secret is one she does not know herself, that of the relic she has bonded with. In the days of the Old Kingdom, relics like hers were crafted as part of the many wars that wracked that ancient realm. None now remember those wars, but rather think that ancient kingdom was all peaceful. Thora's relic was either designed for warriors or for assassins, specialized for nighttime. The warriors and assassins wearing these relics were infamous for just how powerful and effective they were, legends attributing many things to them that they never could have done. They were said to see perfectly at night, to move like the wind and react like a shadow. They trained for years before touching their relics, disciplining their minds to handle its power. It is doubtful that anyone knows more than a fraction of this at this time in history, and most of that is probably intermixed with the false rumors about such relics.
She also has no idea how significant the other changes the Relic has in mind for her.
She has never revealed her relic to anyone.

FULL NAME: Leander (No Surname)
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
FACTION/ALLEGIANCE: N/A

RELIC DESCRIPTION:
The flower crown, in its most basic state is made up of dried leaves and thorns twisted around a silver band; hardly suitable for life or growing flowers, as they seem to have all wilted in the past thousand or so years since its creation. This is the state that Leander found it in during one trip through the woods where he was seeking herbs to collect. Despite its sorry state, he took it home with him, and the moment he put it on flowers began to bloom.

These flowers are unconnected to any known plant, extinct or otherwise, and when Leander began to study them (as any scientist would) he came up with a few conclusions:
1. The flowers, when consumed, used as a salve or any other way of administering it as a medicine, work as a panacea for any disease and aids the natural healing process.
2. The flowers will never number more than ten at a time. Once the flowers are gone, any and all signs of life will wilt away and it will return to its most basic state.
3. The flowers only replenish with the death of a living creature by Leander's own hands, no matter the reason.
4. If anyone but himself picks a flower from the crown or he is forced to do so, the natural healing effect is replaced with a deadly, painful poison which can only be cured by the flower itself.

APPEARANCE:
As pictured. When it comes to the genetic lottery, Leander was unfortunate. Being massively tall brings with it noticeable clumsiness and uncertainty in his movements. A strong jawline, a nose that looks as if it has been broken a few too many times to be handsome and permanently furrowed brows are not at all attractive, all the signs of a poor, peasant upbringing and a family far, far away from any sense of nobility.

FLAWS:
His appearance – Although he is a pacifist in nature and prefers not to fight or harm anyone, sometimes he is the easy target to pick a fight with... a fact especially true during his childhood. Furthermore, his large size and fairly well-muscled build is rather intimidating and strangers are unlikely to talk to or trust him.

No regimented education – Hailing from a poor region with a poverty-stricken, single-parent family, Leander was never schooled. He learned to read and write and his regional dialect, however, the common language used for trading is a mystery to him, though he has picked up useless bits and pieces. He doesn't know much about politics or history to the point where before he discovered his relic, he did not know what an Evoker was.

Naïve and gullible – Leander believes the best of people and thinks the worst of himself. Therefore, if someone told him a fact he wouldn't dare question it for feel of looking like a fool and also because he has little experience with untrustworthy or 'bad' people. He is an eternal optimist, even when it is not in his favour.

SKILLS:
Botanist and alchemist – In his small village, Leander was the only apprentice to the town's physician before the old man's untimely death and it was decided he would continue learning from the books and journals left behind. He is rather studious and now has a vast knowledge of plants and remedies, as well as a lot of practice with first aid, setting broken bones and the like.

Wide array of trade skills– Despite his lack of an education, Leander is surprisingly sharp and quick to learn new skills and trades up to a point. In some respects he is an example of the 'jack of all trades, master of none' as the jobs he took during his younger years he excelled at but quickly got bored. As a result, he knows a bit of carpentry, how to sew and repair clothes and even some idea of how to track animals (in theory).

Brute strength – Although not particularly skilled in the way of fighting, a punch from a man of his stature would certainly hurt.

BIOGRAPHY:
Leander was born in a small village in Kalnach known briefly for its forestry and agriculture. Far enough away from bustling civilisation, it was mostly self-sustaining and had tradesmen of all sorts. Leander is the oldest of his father, Alric's five children and the only illegitimate one. Though he was treated better than most would expect, the difference in his appearance to his siblings was too obvious and as soon as he entered his disastrous teenage years tensions spiked and Leander left his family's impoverished home.

He quickly became a known character around town with a good reputation for offering his one-roomed house up for anyone in dire need of shelter as well as his work with the alchemist. He matured faster than most, looking like an adult at fourteen, but he refused to fight any of the other boys his age when they teased him for it – he was known as a 'gentle giant', never acting in his own defense. With no parents to control him he shamelessly brought in fragile wild animals (usually stray cats) and nursed them back to health. Old ladies were sweet on him and taught him how to sew, and life was good, simple.

Then he found the flower crown and was almost manic in his obsession of figuring it out. He would use the petals from the flowers in teas and medicines for the elderly, softening the pain in their old joints and giving them a new vibrance to their life. Since his relic is somewhat subtle, the certain death laws were never applied. Who would suspect something so innocent, even if we wore it almost constantly, to be a sign of an Evoker? Many thought that it was from a girl in a neighboring village, given his unexplained absences in the forest during which he found animals caught in hunter's traps and put them out of their misery to replenish the flowers.

He began to feel that his purpose was bigger, better than that of a simple town's physician and general do-gooder but he could not bring himself to leave his home and his friends, not until he had a dangerous brush with an inquisitor. Fearing punishment, he set out on a journey to Othea with his loyal cat, Petal. By never staying in one place for too long, he allowed himself more leeway, creating near-miraculous cures for ill townspeople he met on the way in exchange for room, food and coin and almost certainly left a simple, easy to follow trail for the church... but he made it to the capital, Amaryth.

Hearing the king is sick and that Evokers (as he is called by the townspeople) are not executed on sight, he begins to make a name for himself amongst the poor and the desperately ill. Although he knows nothing of Othea and its politics, he hopes that he can use his abilities for the good of the realm and heal the king if only someone would ask him to.

PERSONALITY:
Gentle, selfless and an all around good guy. He is prone to self-loathing and thinks that others' admiration of him in his home village is uncalled for, that he has done nothing to deserve it. A small part of him, the small shreds of religion left in him from his fairly pious upbringing, believes he deserves to be punished for his misuse of the relic to usurp the natural order of things. Even so, he is more driven by a desire to repent for being brought into a world in which he was unwanted by curing others of their ills. The flower crown has given him a cowardly need to live no matter what the cost that he cannot control and honestly does not want to.

FINAL POINT - SECRETS:
The inquisitor that sought him out was too suspicious and spent too much time asking questions about his flower crown. He had to be killed for Leander's continued existence, something that he is not proud of but knows was necessary.

THEME SONG:

(No, even I don't know why I picked this.)

Name:"Marcus", although some of the Southern Mountain tribes know him as "The Recluse"
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Faction/Allegiance: Marcus
Relic Description: Sang Min
His relic is a small but beautifully crafted knife, named Sang Min. It is an antique heirloom, passed down from father to son as far as time itself can remember. Its age shows slightly in a few blemishes on the blade, but considering its age, the weapon is in a remarkable condition, which shows in the fact that the engravings look recently forged

Sang Min grants its Evoker enhanced fighting abilities. However, there are a few flaws. Skills with any blade or weapon but Sang Min aren't enhanced, neither are martial combat skills and using its power costs the evoker stamina. Moreover, the enhancement only works as long as its wielder is holding Sang Min. It is rumored to have far greater power, but this is the only power Marcus has discovered thus far.

Appearance:

Marcus has a rather slim, sinewy built, dark brown hair and striking dark brown eyes that verge on onyx. He prefers to keep on the cloth covering the lower half of his face at all times - except when eating and drinking of course- as well as his mantle and cowl.

Flaws:
The Odd Man out - Marcus hasn't adapted to the Othean culture whatsoever, despite living in Othea for four years now. The only things he learned about Othea, were moreover told by wandering merchants, minstrels and the people of the Southern Mountains (who are generally seen as bumpkins by the rest of Othea). This will always make him stand out in crowds unless there are a variety of nationalities present. (His typical Da-Hyuni clothes, accent and odd curses don't help all that much with this problem either.)
The "Different Morals" and "Foreign Religion" flaws also add to this one.

Average - He has a lot to learn about swordsmanship as well as archery and he can't call himself a master of anything as of yet. He also has little to no knowledge of relics, including his own, with the exception of legends passed on by his ancestors.

Different morals - Being a Da-Hyuni, Marcus has a whole different set of morals and values than most Otheans. For example, the concept of 'fair play' in either sword fighting, gambling or any other activity, is generally perceived to be both 'inefficient' and 'weak' in Da-Hyun.

Foreign religion - Marcus is an extremely religious follower of 'The Nine'. Due to this, he has to make sure that he follows a certain strict set of religious rules and amongst other things, he has to make sure that his body is cremated in either a lake or at sea. (Also, being obliged to offer food to your gods isn't such a great plan when you're already running low on provisions.)

Skills:
Average warrior - Marcus has been trained by several of his father's retainers to be an averagely skilled swordsman and archer, as he would become his succesor one day. Years of being a huntsman has made him into a fine archer, though nowhere near the level of the legendary Kalnachi Longbowmen.

Skills of the Wild- He's good with animals and possesses a variety of outdoor skills, meaning that he can build a makeshift shelter, repairs and makes his own clothes, he's skilled in skinning animals and knows which plants are edible and which are not in forested areas.

Educated- Due to his (ex-)noble background, Marcus has enjoyed a well-round education. He's able to read and write, plays two instruments and speaks both the common language and various dialects fluently. However, the little practice in the last five years have left these skills rather rusty.

Biography: Twenty years ago, Marcus was born as the only son into the family of a high nobleman (Saeng) in Da-Hyun, a country of Isles to the west of Azukhar. He grew up in wealth together with his two elder sisters and father. He was polished and groomed to become his father's successor but lived in the blessed unawareness of his father's intrigues at court.

That all came to an end, a few weeks before Marcus would have become fifteen years old (generally seen as the age at which one becomes an adult in Da-Hyun). One day, without any sign beforehand, he returned to the family's estate to find his father and older sisters brutally murdered with Sang Min. Since Marcus was the one to find them, and moreover the only heir and thus the only one allowed to touch the blade besides his father, the finger of blame soon pointed his way. Marcus barely managed to escape Da-Hyun with his life and Sang Ming, with which he had felt a strange sort of bond ever since he had pulled it from his father's chest. After that, he lived his life as an exile, avoiding human settlements when possible as he travelled from kingdom to kingdom. Only when he encountered the great Karak Claw Mountains, did he halt his journey. Finding himself in Othea, Marcus decided that this place was far enough from his homeland to make any pursuers halt their chase. Since then he has lived in the Southern Mountains. He currently makes his living by hunting, selling hides, home-made clothes and trinkets to the locals, in exchange for tools and food. He has sometimes crossed the King's grounds at the risk being caught and losing a hand or at least a large sum of money. However, up until this point it seems like the king has enough game not to take any notice of a certain poacher.

Rumours about Da-Hyuni diplomats visiting the capitol for the upcoming festival, have led Marcus to find his way from the wilds to the capital for the first time in three long years.

Personality/motivation: Marcus is a rather calm person, who generally prefers silence over company. He won't tell just anyone about his past and he tends to be a slightly mistrusting towards strangers (like all Da-Hyunin). It's really hard to make him angry, with the exception of commenting on his feminine appearance. That is usually enough to make steam come out of his ears.
Presently, only the idea of returning to Da-Hyun one day to take revenge on the murderers of his family really gives him a goal in life. He's a rather curious person and if fate had decided differently, he might have become a scholar instead of a exile.
Relations: Sworn Enemy: All Da-Hyuni nobility.
Final Point - Secrets: Besides the obvious (and intended) gap in his history concerning how, why and by whom his family was murdered, Marcus carries another, older secret with him. [Which is completely lore-friendly so I'm not sharing it with my fellow gms :p]
Theme Song:

Name:"Shin"
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Faction/Allegiance: Da-Hyun and the Yuushinto Clan
Relic Description: Shin's relic is a white mask which can change into three forms, depending either on what he wants others to see or on which power he's using. It possesses mostly the same powers as the Vocator's leader but as that mask can only be worn by females, this one can only be bonded with males. The mask constantly emits a radiant, white light. It's impossible for its evoker to take it off and if it is removed, the evoker will die.

The basic principle around which the relic works is the manipulation of the energy and light. The mask provides three different types of powers, which all cost the evoker something.

Powers:
Boosting- The relic allows the evoker to manipulate the energy in his own body, making it possible to increase his speed, strength, and agility. To make use of this 'power', the evoker will have to use the energy in his own body, resulting in accelerated increase of fatigue or hunger. How much energy has to be used for this power, depends entirely on the level of control the user has.

Sense others- The body's energy can also be used to sense the peculiar vibe other relicusers give off. This however can only work when both evokers aren't in full motion and if the mask's user is fully concentrated. To 'activate' this power, a small offer of human blood is required, either of the mask's evoker or of somebody else. This has to be smeared over the mask, the more blood, the better the effect.

Invisibility- The mask allows the evoker to manipulate the light surrounding him. Hereby he can make himself (almost) invisible and Shin uses this power to constantly manipulate the bright light the mask gives off. With some extra effort, objects close to the evoker can also be made invisible, though that is extra tiring. This 'power' works entirely on focus and the evoker's own energy, much like the boosting power.

Appearance:

Flaws:
All for Da-Hyun - As stated below, Shin has never learned to think as an individual and due to this, he suffers from a tunnel vision. Usually, even if actions would be better for other people, even when it comes to the ones he loves or himself, Shin wil choose for the 'good of the realm', not seldom resulting in him knowingly putting his own life and that of others in danger.

Shiny - The fact that his mask constantly emits a bright light would be a problem if Shin forgets to manipulate the light for a moment. Shining bright like a ... guidepost isn't exactly what a spy should be going for, isn't it?

Too educated for his own good- Shin sometimes has trouble mixing in with the 'common people', seeing how he was educated by some of the best trainers in Da-Hyun. From a young age on, the children of the Yuushinto clan are trained to look past class differences, but to Shin it's more difficult to shroud certain customs and a 'high-class accent' in boorishness than it is to shroud his body in shadows.

Out of energy- If he uses too much of his energy or is injured too badly or too often, both the boosting power and the invisibility will no longer work. Seeing how Shin has trained with his relic for twenty years, this won't happen that fast, but let's say that if he gets stuck in a city which is being invaded, he walks around completely invisible for a couple of hours, gets into some fights and finally makes himself and his friend invisible for another hour, he might end up incapable of even moving until he eats a lot and sleeps for a few days.

Skills:
Poison brewer - Shin posesses over an extensive knowledge concerning poisons and plants. His speciality is brewing poisons, but he is also able to give some first aid or brew a potion with minor healing abilities. However, he's more familiar with Da-Hyuni flora and he will only be capable of properly using a small amount of local plants when outside his homeland. As a solution to this problem, he always carries a small amount of Da-Hyuni plants and herbs with him.

One with the shadows- Even without the relic's power, Shin is trained to make himself practically invisible, either by using the play of light and shadows or to simply mingle in with a crowd by use of a disguise.

Talented Swordsman- Shin is a Third grade Kenjian (Weapon Master), meaning that he knows quite a deal about how to use swords and other weapons. However, he usually doesn't have to make use of that skill. When he does, he prefers to use his twin swords, a few throwing knives and three short blades.

Large Knowledge- Due to his long and harsh education, Shin has some knowledge regarding a lot of subjects. He is familiar with the detailed history of Western Azukhar and knows a thing or two about The Kalesian Empire and the eastern lands. He speaks various languages, though he clearly has an accent, on which he's still working.

Biography: Shin was born into the Yuushinto Clan, a secret organization in Da-Hyun devoted to The Shadow Ways, the god Amatsu (the god of shadows) and "The Realm". The Mask has been passed down the family, since it is said that The Mask gave the first Yuushinto the power to create the nation of Da-Hyun and help the High Saeng rule it. It was custom that every son born into the family had to wear the mask at the age of five for a year and a day, to see if the relic would be evoked.

When Shin put the mask on, the relic immediately responded to him, resulting in him never being able to take it off since. From that time on, for the first time in over two hundred years, the family once again had an evoker amongst them. Shin automatically held a higher position than his family members and trained to use his relic in service of the Realm. Since the organization usually acts as a spy network for the current High Saeng (High King), Shin was trained to be an assassin and spy inside the large family estate until he was of age.

At the age of fifteen, Shin had to perform his first mission and he has continued to fulfil missions ever since. Sometimes killing people, sometimes simply learning useful information.

He's currently in Othea on a mission to keep an eye on the representatives and in the meantime learn useful information about the country and unravel as much secrets as possible that could be used against it. After all, it's wise to know your enemies' weaknesses as well as your friends'.

Personality/motivation: Shin is a cold, observant man who (thinks he) knows which should be his priorities and when to sacrifice things for a greater good. He has simply never really learned to think as an individual. All he does should be in service of Da-Hyun. He has the small personal desire to ever meet other relic users to see what they are like, but he'll never act upon this if it's not in service to the realm.

Relations: The Yuushinto Clan is one family, of which nine clanmembers are currently alive (five of them are capable of executing missions). Besides this, the family has a large network of spies and informants in cities all over Azukhar.
Final Point - Secrets: -
Theme Song:

Name: Baron Isaiah Markul, the Black Knight.

Age: Physically 37, as for the time between when he was born and now, it's around 550ish.

Gender: Male

Faction/Allegiance: Whatever he believes is right...

Relic Description: The Blind Maiden's Tear.

The Tear is a simple pendant composed of a silver chain and a bright green gemstone that glows with a soft inner light. This relic grants its bearer several benefits, including:
High physical strength, and a physique to match.
A reserve of magic power to draw on, like a battery.
And immortality. Note, that that is not the same as invulnerability.

But the Tear's greatest power is its ability to bestow life on any object (Save corpses), easily creating golems. Once, the Tear was powerful enough to create entire armies of such creatures, now it may only have one active at a time. However, using it this way drains it of energy, meaning Markul has less power for his Geomancy.

Markul's unique power is Geomancy, magic that manipulates earth, stone, and metal. Refined metal (such as most armor and weapons) is much more difficult to manipulate; it takes the same amount of effort to crush some uppity adventurer's breastplate together as it does to drop an elephant sized boulder on him. As you can imagine, Geomancy is very powerful, though it is taxing to perform. And, seeing as how Markul is weaker than he used to be he only uses it when he really has to. As for the largest object he can move right now, that would be a stone boulder roughly 6 feet in diameter.

His magic is limited in that he must have contact with the object in question. 'Contact' is defined as being in contact with him or any chain of solid objects he is touching. He cannot, for instance, do anything if he is suspended in the air for some reason, and he can't levitate something long enough to fly around on it... However, he only needs to establish a link first. He could lift a rock off the ground, for instance, so long as he remains on the ground.

One final note, the farther away on object is the longer it takes for it to receive his command. This isn't usually a problem, but a little lag can mean life or death.

Appearance: Markul is a very large man, owing to his Relic in some ways. He stands at just under eight feet tall, with the musculature to match. However, such a large frame obviously comes with drawbacks. He is never seen without his jet-black armor, a must for any dark lord. He never removes his helmet in the presence of others, and nobody knows what his face looks like (Likely to be all intimidating, appear less human. That, or shame...). He carries a large tower shield and a massive studded flail, the likes of which only he could really wield. Basically, big imposing villain, an image he worked on for over a decade.

Combat Flaws: He ain't the fastest crayon on the merry-go-round(...what?), and while quick enough to stomp you his slow speed is definitely a weak point.
Falling will likely kill him, thanks to his heavy weight and the fact he can't use his powers in the air.
His flail has a sort of 'minimum range' where he can't really hit you with it...
He can't use his flail indoors.
Heat is very bad for him in that armor, lightning especially...
It can be hard to see in that helmet...
It's hard to turn around in that heavy armor...

Character Flaws: He is stubborn, very much so.
He is also slow to trust, and has a defeatist attitude about most things.
He has a strong sense of honor that can override pragmaticism.
He is prone to bouts of indecisiveness brought on by his depression and guilt.
He tends to occasionally over/underestimate his opponents...

Skills: Being a big strong man, Markul has all the advantages that brings. He can hit stuff, he can lift stuff, yada yada. He is skilled with his chosen equipment (Heavy armor, tower shield, flail), and is a good smith to boot. He spends a lot of his free time putting 'vessels' together, though most people would call them dolls. Essentially like a blueprint for his golems. He finds such a task as designing a golem to be quite relaxing.

Biography: A relic of a lost age himself, Markul is very, very old. Once your stereotypical 'dark lord' He amassed an army of golems and was planning to do the whole 'take over everything everywhere' plan. However, a group of intrepid evokers went to stop him, yada yada. Sounds familiar right? it was all quite cliche, and the adventurers defeated him and sealed him away, but the exact details of this whole debacle were lost to time. Now, ages later, their spell has worn off and he has been released from his earthen coffin, only to find himself in a time he doesn't understand. The spell kept him physically preserved, but he has had quite a lot of time to think about things, as his mind was free to wander. He might not be what you expect...

Anyway, he nearly took over the continent five hundred and fifty years ago, and the legend of the Black Knight of Gorzun is known far and wide. Usually told in the form of a bedtime story. Most of the knowledge of the conflict has been lost to time, and now a large amount of the story is 'artistic liscence.' That being said, it is very much a popular story, and the church uses a version of it in which the heroes aren't evokers to teach kids of the evil destructive powers of relics...

Personality/motivation: Markul wishes for... purpose, and redemption. He seeks atonement for his sins above all, but he is also a relic himself, and he longs for meaning. He is a stoic sort of man, wracked with guilt for the atrocities he committed in the name of peace. The ends really don't justify the means, he learned. He is loyal to a fault, once one has earned it, and he views traitors of any sort as the worst kind of scum. He is a courteous man, and is known to show the proper respect to others that he demands of them in return. He is prone to fits of depression...

Relations: No, he has none. But he is very lonely, despite what he says...

Name:
Lavica Nizak

Age:
24

Gender:
Female

Faction/Allegiance:
Offers loyalty to Kalesian Empire due to the gender equality found there

Relic Description:
The Ring of Clout
The beautiful Ring of Clout gives the wearer the ability to transfer and transform one’s energy. When wearing it, Lavica can change her own energy into that of electric currents or heat. With electric currents she can strike down an enemy with lightning and with heat she can melt an opponent’s face off, but it comes with a price. Her strength is limited and runs out quickly, if she uses too much energy, she can fall into a coma or die.

Flaws:
Exhaustion – Lavica is prone to exhaustion when using her powers
Weak – Lavica has almost no body strength and should rather hide than attempt to fight.
No Swords – The poor Nizak girl has absolutely no idea how to handle a sword and should not be given any for the benefit of others’ safety as well as her own.
Regality – Born a noble, Lavica holds herself in a way that the common rabble would not and it is as obvious as hitting someone with a war hammer while shouting ‘I don’t belong here.’

Skills:
Knowledge – While it is forbidden for a woman to learn, Lavica learned in secret by questioning noble boys when they would come over for parties about certain words and that was how she learned to read. Everything else was learned by books in her secret night visits to the manor’s library.
Nimble – While not strong or able in swordsmanship, she is quick and agile which allows her to hit men’s pressure points rapidly and then running as if Hell was on her heels.
Cunning – Lavica is very wily and has proved this a fact in her conning ways when in need of money. She is smarter than the average noble and loves to prove it with sly trickery.
Biography:
Lavica Nizak was born to the prestigious and noble Nizak in Kalnach. As such, her mother and her had no rights and were mere toys for the men of the family to play with. The beautiful Lavica grew up seeing herself as a mere object for her father to sell to the highest bidder through marriage and dowry size. Though it was often looked down upon for women to learn, Lavica tricked boys that would come over for parties in order to learn to read and broke into the library at night to learn by books. Through these books, she gained political insight and her self-worth grew. Kalesian writings of women rights’ brought upon a new thought for her and she readily took to it. It felt right to her, it felt equal. Instead of loathing herself, she began to loathe the men of Azukhar. She increasingly became a problem for her father as she began to act rebelliously and gave snide remarks when expected to remain silent.
One night, when reading in her favorite armchair, her mother approached her. Her mother had always been beautiful, more beautiful than Lavica which caused envy for the young woman, and confronted her about her unsightly behavior. Lavica fought with her mother over the rights’ of women, or lack thereof, and how awful men were and undeserving they were. Her mother slapped her and said,
“It’s just how things have always been, Lavica, darling. There is no need for a change; us women have a place and we should respect that.”
This gave Lavica insight and she realized that men grew up to believe that she and her gender were worthless; it wasn’t their fault. Determined, she promised herself to change the world in order for women to have a better stand. She wanted to model the world after the equality between genders that the Kalesian Empire had founded.
She set about a plan to run away in order to spread her beliefs, but a change of heart came when Lavica received the news that she would be married off. She was disheartened, disgusted, and fell back into the loathing of men that she used to attain when she found out she was to be married to the most vile man she ever met: the atrocious Karkin Hathera. Karkin was a friend of her father’s and twenty years her senior. He reminded her distinctly of oil; smooth and slick, but greasy and disgusting. Lavica would have none of this.
The night before Lavica was to be wed, she snuck into the vault that held her dowry and stole an expensive ring, golden coins, and three diamond necklaces for money. It would only be later that she understood that this expensive ring was, in fact, a relic. Before that, though, Lavica had a plan in mind:
Lavica was going to travel from Kalnach, through Othea, and to Oragos all the while training herself to become a masterful, charismatic woman, in order to take over the country and change the most dastard’s views on women.

Personality:
Lavica is a strong-minded woman who stands for what she believes in and values intelligence, equality, and honesty. Despite this, she is cunning and sly and will resort to trickery in order to get what she wants. When she is not manipulating people, she has the contradictory persona of a blunt woman who speaks her mind and doesn’t care who is offended. Hot-headed and easily-frustrated, Lavica is prone to outbursts and violent, though weak, assaults. Her biggest fault is her pretentious belief that she alone can change the world for women and men, welcoming a new age of parity.

Relations:
She has broken all ties with her family

Final Point - Secrets:
N/A

Theme Song:

Name: Roan Adonis

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Faction/Allegiance: Kalesian Empire though now he’s been declared an enemy of the Empress and will find no friends among their ranks now.

Relic Description:

A simple bangle resting in the upper portion of his left arm. It is seemingly made from pure silver with two wolves facing each other, their teeth pulled up into a snarl and slightly tribal in design. When it was placed on, he found he was unable to remove it and slightly hopes one day he might be able to find a way to do so.

Having this bangle, Roan can change his shape into that of a half man and wolf beast with a bizarre mixture of the two. The bad part is that this ability can only be triggered several ways:

-Hunger
-Emotional Stress like Fear, Pain, Discomfort, and etc.
-Scent or Sight of Blood (Close enough for human senses)

However when he gains control of his mind, including emotions or full fill his need, he can choose either to remain in the form or discard it. When fully transformed, he’s able to stand upright at 6’4” in height and hunch over for a dead out run on all fours. His senses and abilities are enhanced within this form giving him an edge over most humans when faced in direct combat. However there are two modes for this shape.

The first one is what he usually access and milder of the two, the only threat is that the longer he remains in it the more his humanity seems to fade making it slightly hard to control his natural instincts and bloodlust. It’s easily reversed when he shifts back. After he returns, Roan finds he has an immediate appetite for raw, fresh and bloody meat. This is likely his relic’s price for energy and tends to affect him the longer he denies it.

The second is his Moon form. There’s little distinction between the two in appearance save for the glowing red eyes and enlarged bulk to about horse size, it’s his mind set and power which has drastically been affected. As if fed by the cycles of Gammel, every night at the moon’s peak he becomes more beast than human and an aggressive streak he struggles to control. This form seems to be fed purely by the Gammel moon’s power as it’s only during this time Roan’s ever going to access it-he doesn't know its existence yet. (I need the GMs-which I need to know who to send it to-help on this strictly for balance purposes, so I'll be sending a pm over it with the secrets.)

Senses



Physical



Appearance:



(Do not claim to own the rights or have created this wonderful masterpiece, but just using as a reference for Roan.)

On first impression, Roan tends to give an aura of a patient and easy going sort of man whose military past has left him scarred physically and even a bit mentally. He’s viewed as a slender, lean muscled man compared to others rivaling his height of 5’9”. So it’s little surprise he’s never seen carrying much on his person other than needed survival items and his clothes. His style is simple, comfortable and travel designed in mind. However, depending on the weather, his garb will change.

Normally and mostly spring-summer, he wears a simple, thin cotton shirt with a v-shaped neck and tied loosely in a crisscross pattern from the base of his chest to just inches shy of his collar bone. The sleeves are often rolled up to his elbows and being a few sizes too big, hangs off his thinner frame and a few inches past his hips to cover his belt. Attached to it is a small knife, his medicine pouch with flint, a little money bag securely fastened and water skin. He wears breeches made from animal skin and fitting tightly to his thin figure, their ends vanished into large travel worn boots that seemed to have seen better days.

Winter, he normally wears a faded, heavy hooded cloak made from cotton through it is rather thin in key areas. His thin shirt is covered over by a thicker tunic, usually grey or black, which only worsens his baggy appearance. His boots are furred and thicker, able to push through several feet of snow without being soaked completely through until a few hours have passed. The inner layers are additional warmth with softer white fur which while his winter wears is not in use, all of it is folded up and inside his bed roll securely.

No matter in the winter or summer wear, there’s a few stains here and there on his outfit and to add to the fact he looks like a wild man, his shirt looks as if it has been stitched several times in various places by an unskilled seamstress making his looks even more sloppy. His spear is strapped to his back and with a quick flick of his hand, can be released at a moment’s notice. However his first go to weapon would be his long bow and quiver of arrows, also on his back and secured there within easy reach. Though it’s not stated above, he does still have his armor from when he fled, at least the breast plate. Usually in larger cities and towns he will put it on under his shirt for extra protection in case matters turn rather messy.

*Before anyone asks, just for the sake of keeping this PG13 and still realistic, skin tight clothes transform with him. Namely his pants...the same can’t be said about his shirt or boots.

Flaws:



Skills:



Biography:

Born from a union in worship between a visiting Quaesitor and simple farm girl, a young seventeen year old from the Kalesia river lands, Angus’s and Roan’s origins were merely a one time thing which left their mother pregnant with twins. It seemed like the ultimate blessing in her eyes to have two beautiful children to call her own, even without a father to help them grown up. At first, once cleaned up, both boys looked to be spitting images of their father from the dark hair to the rich skin color and faded brown eyes.

Sadly that changed. Within a year of Roan’s birth, he was discovered to have inherited a rare disease called Moon Sickness. It attacked his immune system and made him bedridden until he was eight, not because his muscles were affected but the effort to stand caused him to cough up blood each time. In the eight years which followed, like others plagued with the disease, his complexion paled to appear as if he was kissed by moonlight rather than the sun. His once mysterious dark eyes paled to bright blue, skin paled from its rich, healthy color and his short black hair became almost white. In a few months strangers found it hard to believe his mother, dark haired and sun touched, was really related by blood. Since he was easily sickened by any minor childhood illness and its effect far worse because of his condition, his mother had limited any contact to a small group: mostly his mother, Angus and the healers who attended him. Fortunate a few children trained to inherit their parents’ skills so his experience might’ve been limited, but not alienated. He was considered lucky. His mother had caught the signs early or else he might’ve not reached his second birthday as most children didn’t show traits until they were racked with illness and well on their way to the grave. Though most believe he would never be freed of his bed, it was a fact Roan had sought to prove wrong though it took his patience and determination to succeed.

While he grew stronger, his mother shared the stories their father had told her with Angus and him. Though Roan knew how fondly she seemed to think of their father, Angus was clearly bitter who often exited the room when he’d had enough of it. It saddened Roan a bit and though he was weak, often the boy would try to connect with his older twin. Instead, it seemed Angus saw him more as a burden and even back then, Roan had ignored the jealousy deep within the boy’s dark eyes followed by Angus's half-hearted interactions to please their mother. It slowly developed in a slight rivalry and shortly, rough brotherly love in a way. During this time, Roan’s instincts persisted but again he overlooked them. The brothers were night and day in many ways, even with the few similarities and connection they shared.

For six years, Roan was unable to help with any heavy labor though he had started to edge more often from his bed which felt more like a prison then comfort. His body was usually recovering from one illness or another he had caught, unable to lift anything remotely heavy without going into a spasm of blood coughing and so Angus as well as mother had picked up the slack. It easy to see how his brother could resent him then.

Time to time, his mother would take a few hours from her work to teach her children the ways of the wilderness within the river lands. They would stalk animals to observe, learning their habits and ways, and often hunted for edible plants to expand their meals. Other little tricks were how to create a dense shelter or make a fire’s smoke less visible, so not scare away the animals, by using certain wood types. There was little the two didn’t learn when it came to living on the land, their home on the outer edges of the southwest where the border between west and south was. It wasn’t until Roan and Angus became seven when things quickly change. Unknown to the boys, their father had returned to the village and influence their mother’s decision to move to the city where she was told it would be better. Being strong enough to survive the trip, Roan’s mother sold her farmland to a neighbor and packed up what little belongs they could carry on the back of the wagon then headed towards a city. Mariam Adonis used her skills as a cook, something she improved on since she had to create appetizing dishes from what was on hand, not an easy thing, had gotten her employment.

Over the next three years, each new employer had edged her family closer and closer to the capital city. Roan and Angus had grown being use to the dull habit of traveling from place to place, their belongs rarely unpack and able to be place at a moment’s notice, their hopes were never high when it came to staying in one place. Even when a noble, Valerie Rezalla-Dahmsion, had taken up their mother’s employment. At this time in the twin’s lives, both Angus and Roan had been introduced to reading, writing, a few different languages, and slight higher education then they would’ve had in their origins. However Roan had taken much longer to learn then Angus, finally caught up with Angus’s level when he turned ten. This made his older twin often tease or poke fun at Roan, who patiently tolerated it with surprising ease. Even as a child Roan seemed more mature than he should’ve been.

He first met young Alessia Rezalla-Rhidian when she caught him in the kitchens. Naturally the servant’s children weren’t allowed there and though from time to time he was granted some minor tasks, market shopping to laundry, to earn his own coin, Roan wasn’t officially employed. The only reason he was there was because Roan had forgotten his medicine the night before and spent most the night coughing up specks of blood. This alone was a reason enough for his mother to keep him closer by. It however didn't prevent her from her duties as the noble woman's cook and made it impossible to watch him continuously. He should’ve been laying in his cot yet Roan had managed to make his mother see his views and allowed him to tag along. Of course, the possible would be noble brat had decided to blackmail him when they collided together while she was sneaking out. Afraid his mother would lose her job, he took Alessia on a less used way out of the kitchens, namely for servants, onto the streets. Sadly afterwards he became a self-made guardian for the younger girl which annoyed him greatly. It was just the start of a few adventures in the two years to follow. At least until his middle teens when their last one had ended rather abruptly and in a way neither was prepared for.

Angus had been the one to catch Roan, the boy trying to sneak out without drawing attention. After some pressing and blocking tactics, Angus had forced Roan to admit his current intentions and though the younger twin pleaded for silence, Angus had broken his word the moment Roan had left. Half way through their adventure, Roan had spotted one of the Empire Guard stalking them in the marketplace and quickly snatched Alessia’s hand to flee. It was a difficult chase through the crowded place. In the trip, Roan had shoved his young warden into a nearby shop and attracted the guard’s attention. Alessia escaped. Roan wasn’t so lucky, cornered in a dead end alley he was herded into. His skills at defending himself with little training and the fact he showed promise throughout the chase had gained a recruit’s attention. The very man, edging to retirement age of 45, had escorted Roan home while the others sought out the ‘girl’ rumored to be Alessia Rezalla-Rhidian. Of course they were quickly dismissed when she was found safe and sound back in her own room.

After being returned to his mother, the recruiter highly hinted she edge Roan towards joining the Empire’s military, namely into a camp since he wasn’t of recruiting age yet. She was hesitating at first, frightened Roan’s sickness would become worse. Angus used his clever tongue to seal Roan’s fate however. Hugging and crying, he watched his mother and Angus pack his things before they bid him farewell and he was left to follow the recruiter. Traveling north, they arrived weeks later to an old, crumbling camp of sorts. Many boys, from the age of ten to fifteen, were active in their daily duties and play that made Roan’s eyes widen in amazement to see so many. Shortly he was pushed into the hands of the caretaker, Bartholomew, who introduced both orphans and children like Roan toward military service in order to serve the Empress.

Many loyal soldiers had been created using this old method, Combat Camp as the children brought in started to call it. and this place was only one of many established ones in the northern areas. Its origins is a mystery and likely to stay one for many more years to come. It was here Roan had discovered his talents, learned new skills and earned a sense of comradely in service to the most valuable vessel of their Goddess, the Empress herself.

After he turned sixteen, he was assigned to basic training which lasted four years. During this time, he was assessed, studied and his training both reinforced as well as new skills learned to fit his future. After calming and taming a particularly wild Mauler mount, he was assigned to serve within that key unit whose job was to support the established authorities all over Kalesis. It was keep their skills from growing jaded during times of peace as well as possibly deter any aggression before it had grown into a wildfire. Sometimes an image or symbol, namely one well known for power, was enough to establish peace.

For Roan’s wanderlust, it meant a wonderful life of traveling all over his nation’s lands. His commanders had hoped his displayed talent for seeing an intense situation, calming disputes and preventing bloodshed would aid in quelling budding conflict before it became violent. Mostly they roamed the roads picking off bandits or escorting merchants through wilderness. In the tens to follow Roan had seen many situations play out. From minor conflicts to flat out killing and murder, Roan has experience many forms of violence or suffering. Some of it made him regrettably capable of taking a life if needed while some he learned to trust his instincts.

Over the years he had gained the respect and loyalty of his fellow soldiers, including his commander. So it was little surprise when their unit had gained information they would be visited by an Quaesitor who would evaluate each of them, a fact which could’ve led up to nobility if the potential had been seen. There was something Roan hadn’t expected. The Quaesitor was none other than his own twin brother, Angus. Both were clearly shocked on their first meeting, and despite Angus’s eye being covered over by a patch, Roan could tell it was him. Naturally, Angus quickly covered his own surprise with a business like air. For the first month or so, Angus didn’t show much of any warmth to his brother despite Roan’s forgiveness at his betrayal. After nearly a month and a half, some of the ice on Angus’s pride melted between them and again they seemed to be the brothers they once were.

It only lasted a few weeks after that when Roan’s instincts kicked in. They were ordered to keep near the Karak Claw Mountains for a while, every few towns or cities they had come to, Angus would shift off on Quaesitor business which often lead the dark haired man to the nearest tavern. Little did Roan realize that his brother was delivering Empire Intel given to him to those outside their nation, twisted up into a much thicker plot against the Empress. It was only when Roan couldn’t stand the buzzing something was wrong did he follow Angus one night into a tavern, his pale form hidden under his hooded cloak.

It was difficult but he managed to get close enough to eavesdrop on the snatches of conversation. In seconds, any possible color in his skin faded when he learned his brother was a traitor. Angus and his associate’s business concluded, a sack and a message were pushed into Angus’s procession just before he moved to leave. Of course Angus’s eyes flickered with knowing when he spotted Roan’s figure at the bar. Angus had met Roan halfway to the military’s set up camp before he tried to gage what Roan knew, his hand forced when he discovered his paler twin knew far too much. The two tangled. Angus gained the upper hand and during the struggle, had seized a silver bangle from his package to strengthen his punch and hopefully crack open Roan’s head. Roan shifted enough to protect his head with his arm and snap, the bangle attached itself on his upper arm. Not knowing the importance of this, Roan used the moment of stillness from Angus to kick the man away from him.

Heat and ice poured into Roan’s veins when the relic took control. His body cracked and shifted, fur sprouted where clothes torn into shreds leaving him a monster standing ready to kill his own brother. Angus starts to laugh in madness while he reached for his eye patch then pulled away to reveal a stone eye in place of where his real one had been. At the end of the next clash, Roan was thrown and immediately impaled on a tree’s cleared branch and a few feet above the ground. At first glimpse, Roan seemed dead so Angus returned to retrieve his blade. A snap of a twig caused him to twirl around to Roan’s body had vanished, bloody paw like hand scaled down and darted into the woods.

Slight stunned by the item now on his flesh he starts to shift. It’s now, Angus is revealed to be an evoker as well, his eyes patch pulled back to reveal a stone eye embedded into his socket. The two clashed until Roan was sent back and ‘impaled’ on his spear, the point entered and exited through what seemed like his chest. Angus smirked and turned about to recover his weapon, confident his troubles were over. Snap. His eyes widened to see Roan’s crumbled body had vanished and a blood trail led off towards the mountains, disappearing into the night.

Since then, Roan’s been on the run for two weeks making his way to Othea while using his wolf form to cover far distances in a short time. It wouldn’t be a surprise if his large wolf form had attracted some unwanted attention though he tried to keep away from the roads weaving into Othea’s capital, a faint hope to escape those who hunt him and seek out aid within the capital. His head filled with betrayal and in his grasp, evidence to a hidden plot which could threaten the Empire and the Empress herself. However Angus had fabricated a believable story that Roan attacked him and he is the traitor to the Empire, the fact he is now an evoker neglected in Angus’s story in hopes Roan would be killed on sight rather than taken alive.

Personality/motivation:

A few of Roan’s best qualities are his patience, easy going personality, social nature and empathy when his instincts allow it.

Sadly due to a mixture of his relic’s influence and recent events, his mindset can affect his personality depending on the situation and conditions. One example is his patience. Unless he’s hungry and hadn’t had raw meat for a long time after transforming, his usual endless patience and easy going attitude becomes aggressive. Like an irritated wolf. This trait is mostly directed at males though Roan often won’t realize it until someone brings it to his attention. Most the time he pretends the changes aren’t there, a sort of self-denial, to make himself believe everything will come out alright in the end. Too bad a part of him doesn’t believe it.

With people he’s comfortable around, he’s social and mildly chatty while being as honest as he sees harmless. However if a question he rather not answer pops up, he’ll grow quiet and inwardly determine the risk before he gives an answer. Sometimes a vague answer but lately with him hunting, Roan had been forced to create half-truths and lies. Something he’s not very good at. However he’s completely the opposite when the in the presence of strangers and people he dislikes. Mostly he becomes withdrawn and quiet, speaking as little as needed.

Roan also is hard to anger. Most times it takes a physical assault or one of his ‘pack’ members being mistreated in any degrading or violent manner by others. When angry, he snarls like a wild animal and his voice deepens into an unnatural tone between beast and man.

Three things drive Roan. The most important thing is figuring out his brother’s traitorous and how it will affect the Empire, his fears of how deep the plot runs within the Kalesian Empire and who might be involved is the only thing stopping Roan from turning himself into the military. If he trusted the wrong person it could cost him not just his life, but any information he currently holds. The second thing is his need to discover how to coop with his relic, either in controlling it or releasing himself from its iron grip. Though it’s any information hasn’t quite been able to make it into his hands yet. Lastly is his wanderlust however its origins or cause is unknown.

Is it friends or a 'pack'? A home? A mate? Or something much worse? Roan knows it could be anything and part of him can guess, though he will never know until he finds it. If he ever does.

Relations:

Father- Jonas Garite
Mother- Mariam Adonis
Twin Brother-Angus Adonis
Met- Alessia Rezalla-Rhidian

I’m open to any others, just PM me and we’ll work them in! He’s traveled a lot, he grew up in the Riverlands, and his was in the military so there’s likely some chance we can make it happen!!!

Final Point - Secrets:

I will pm a few points to the GMS shortly.

Theme Song: Will add later on when I find one.

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: Barron Blackwill
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Faction/Allegiance: Is only and fiercely loyal to his wife and his gang. He harbors little love for his father, the current leader of Elenoir, but he does align himself with the country.
Relic Description: A large and flashy leather/gold belt that is wrapped around his waist tightly. He sometimes attaches it to his stomach or arm if he feels it is under threat of being stolen. The relic allows him to control and bend smoke and fog. He cannot create it, but if has access to the resource, he can move fog and smoke how he wishes, and often is able to take from the moisture in the air to create smoke, as well as carrying some smoke bombs with him. He can also solidify smoke into objects in order to fight, such as making a giant fist or a shield out of smoke. He cannot create solid objects bigger then himself, however.

Appearance: (if using a picture, please pick something that you’d get away with wearing in public and that would make sense for the era. Same goes for text-based description.)

Flaws:
Overconfidence He is overly confident in his skills and tactics, to the degree of slight narcissism. He often charges into situations with brutality.
Brutal He is very brutal and cruel to things that stand in his path or that threaten him and his wife's happiness.
Headstrong While good with negotiation, those he decides are allies or foes have little chance of changing his mind. He has a great dislike for the idris church.

Skills: Skilled in hand-to-hand combat. He has trained in a wide variety of different combat styles, and still finds himself skilled with a style of duel blades.
He spent many years being a diplomat and leading men, and prides himself on the ability to be a leader.

Biography:
Born to a family that was cousin to those that had led the country at the time, his father was thrust into the position when the last of the nobles had either died or been disgraced. Barron came to resent his dad, who often valued his country over his family, and found that he had no wishes to lead the country. He instead signed up to serve as a soldier against his families wishes. After a stunning defeat of his battalion against a roving group of bandits, he was captured to be sold as a slave due to his worth. Serving as a slave to a royal family, he learned the inner workings of the country, as well as its criminal rings and underground gangs. One day, he found a strange belt in his masters room, and decided to keep it for himself as an act of defiance. The Noble made the mistake of taking the barron into the swamp to execute him, where he accidentally discovered his ability to control fog and mist. After killing the Noble and all his men, he disguised himself with robes from the castle in order to procure passage back to Elenoir. On the ship, he met a slave women who he decided to free before they had arrived, angering the crew and causing a mutiny from the slaves, who quickly took hold of the ship and took Barron back with the women who would become his wife.
Once he returned, his father rejoiced but the people did no longer accept him as an heir, even more so after he married his wife. A young slave girl with no nobility. He learned that in the time he had been gone, his mother had died and his father was heavily influenced by a corrupt noble. Using the knowledge he gained as a slave, he started his own group of underground criminals, and his influence slowly grew farther then just the island, forming connections to criminal rings in other countries as well. In an attempt by his father to teach him the ways of diplomacy, and an attempt by the noble to be rid of him, he is sent to Othea to encourage the up-and-coming prince to re-evaluate his countries ties to the church. Barron goes, but decides along the way that he has an ulterior motive to garner support for a revolution to overthrow his father and the noble that puppets him.

Personality/motivation:
Barron is a gang leader, first and foremost. He confidently leads his men and believes in freedom from oppression of the church. He is often cocky and overly dramatic, and can be increasingly aggressive, but he firmly has his stance of what is right and wrong and stands by it. He has three goals as he comes to Othea:
1. To convince the prince to oppose the church outright.
2. To further advance the influence of his criminal ring.
3. Garner support and allies for a revolution in his home country.
4. To create the best living he can for him and his wife.

Relations: Characters with criminal background spanning the last few years would have at least heard of him, as well as any characters who have lived or were born in Kalesia or Kalnach
Final Point - Secrets: Barron is an open man and will not hide who he is or what hes done to get where he is now.
Theme Song:

Name: Alessia Rezalla-Rhidian

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Faction/Allegiance: The Kalesian Empire

Relic Description: Physically, the Relic is an unassuming book. It is neither large nor thick, and is roughly but solidly bound in an unknown leather of brown colouration. Its pages are of an unknown velum, and also appear to be cut and bound only roughly. No means of marking the pages has yet been successful for a more than a few moments, and most of the time they appear totally blank. When Alessia opens it, however, the pages are beautifully decorated in an unknown script, with unusual diagrams and sigils every few pages. No page is ever the same when the book is opened to it. Even flicking to the next page and immediately returning will cause the page to change, though only Alessia knows this.

The abilities granted by the relic are far less direct than most, having no affect on her at all. Rather, the relic allows Alessia to call specific ‘spells’ for lack of a better term, into being over a large area. The spells she can currently wield are few, each having been first deciphered from a page of the book over a significant length of time studying it.
-Dread Omen: Alessia can dishearten and demoralise entire populaces or armies wielding this effect. Those affected will have the color drain from the world and the sky turn red, as well as feeling an ever nagging sense of dread. The effect is not crippling, and generally fairly uniform whether the affected are strong or weak of will.
-Fortune’s Favor: Essentially the opposite of Dread Omen, this spell will bolster morale and lift the spirits of those affected. Colors will be more vivid for those affected and they will feel more capable and empowered than usual, though still able to fear or doubt should events prove particularly unpleasant.
-Arcane Dome: A perfect hemisphere of shimmering light forms centered on Alessia with a radius varying between one hundred to five hundred meters. No object can pass through the dome in either direction. The walls of the dome appear to made of the same energy that also appears in the sky above her spells and casts similar light. This is a particularly intensive spell for Alessia and every object, dependant on its kinetic energy, that tries to penetrate the dome from either side will tax her further.

Every spell also causes ghostly aurora-like ripples of light in the sky above the area she has targeted. All of these effects are indiscriminate, with no-one in the area escaping them, with the exception of Alessia, who will never be affected by anything she has summoned. She can never summon more than one spell at any given time, though if she is not entirely exhausted when one effect is dispelled she is able to immediately conjure a new one. The duration that she can maintain any one ability varies depending on the severity of the effect.
In order to summon a spell she need only focus on the desired effect for a moment or two. Maintaining a spell requires a constant low level focus from Alessia, though she has trained herself to be able to maintain the two lesser spells she is currently capable of even while sleeping, though the sleep will not be nearly as restful as normal if she does this. If she maintains a spell for too long she will be mentally drained and blackout, at which point the spell will immediately fade.

Appearance:
Alessia considers the climate in Amaryth far too hot, and thus wears clothing that covers little while not going too far down the harlot road. Drawing attention to her figure is simply an added bonus, and an edge she will ruthlessly exploit in court if she can.

Flaws: Alessia has no combat experience or training at all. She has witnessed drills during her brief work with the Kalesian army, but has never witnessed any real combat up close.

Skills: Alessia is an excellent architect and swift learner. During the course of her career she has worked with the Imperial Siege Engineering Corps and so understands how to demolish a building as effectively as raising one. Many are the skills taught to a prospective noble, and court etiquette is one that stuck with Alessia - she moves easily through the higher echelons of society, wielding a somewhat manipulative charisma like a weapon when needed. Aside from this, her many hours exploring the exhaustive Academy libraries has left her with an impressive knowledgebase about a great many things of much varying relevance.

Biography: Alessia Rezalla-Rhidian was born into the nobility of the Kalesian Empire, to the young newly titled Lord Tion Rhidian and the latest scion of the long standing Rezalla house - Lady Valerie Rezalla-Dahmsion. As Valerie’s first and only daughter she is the heir to the Rezalla name, and as such her mother took an immediate and significant interest in preparing her for the titling trials that all noble children undergo. Her childhood was filled with all manner of lessons, from the academic studies to the appropriate way for a noblewoman to comport herself in public. Her free time was almost non-existent, but with the funds available to the Rezalla house the best tutors were acquired to ensure she both learned and enjoyed learning. The direction her interests took was, however, somewhat unexpected by the women of house Rezalla - she became interested very early on in construction and the means by which buildings could be made so impressive as they were in the capital of the Empire. At age eight she was already demonstrating instinctual knowledge of basic principles such as the load bearing arch. While her mother was not entirely pleased with this direction, she nevertheless encouraged it, as she could grudgingly see the potential for an easy titling trial in the practical application and the discipline it gave her daughter.

While Alessia fulfilled a number of the title requirements from the very beginning of the trial, at age twelve, she still did not achieve sufficient accomplishments of note to gain her title by the earliest possible age of fourteen. She gained her title at the age of sixteen, still a very respectable achievement, becoming Lady Alessia and gaining a residence of her own - one she had designed as part of her trial. She was afforded several years of peace from outside pressure to study both her chosen subject and a number of others before any more heavy expectations were placed upon her. During this time she became a frequent visitor to the Imperial Library, studying all manner of scrolls and books to expand her knowledge, never having lost the desire to learn that was imparted to her at a young age. Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, her mother and grandmother both began to put pressure on her to think about an heir to the Rezalla name, for she was showing little interest in the perpetuation of her line. Not bound by any law or even custom to do so however, she ignored them, always providing the excuse of ‘not being ready’ for whichever reason the month dictated.

By her twenty-fifth year, she had become one of the Empires foremost experts on non relic based studies of the ancient objects that dotted the world. She was a respected noble in her own right, easily having earned her name as a Rezalla in the eyes of, ironically, all but her mother - the now only other surviving member of the family. She was just beginning to consider the courtship of several of the noblemen she preferred the company of when disaster - or perhaps fortune, struck. She was in the Imperial Library when one of the towering shelves nearby her destabilised and fell - pinning a nearby patron under a significant pile of books, only avoiding crushing him entirely because the shelf leant against a nearby wall. Alessia rushed to assist the hapless fellow, along with several others nearby, in the task of un-burying him from books before the shelf collapsed on him (and the books). Amongst this chaotic piling, one small and unassuming book caught Alessia’s attention, and rather than simply stacking it nearby she secured it in the folds of her dress to read later - ever the curious one even in the midst of saving a mans life.

To this day no-one knows why either the book was there or the shelf it was on collapsed.

Had she realised the nature of this one small book she might’ve left it where it was. Several hours later when she opened it, she found it to be empty, yet bearing signs that it had held writing once. It held her curiosity far more than anything of the sort should have, and she only realised how long she had been trying to make out the writing in it when the sun began to go down and her servants became insistent on reminding her of a formal event she was late for. When she returned later that night, she went straight back to the book. Only this time it contained unknown writing and unusual patterns and sigils within. At that moment a brief but stunning light show reminiscent of those seen in the far north and south of the world flickered in and out of existence in the sky far above the city. Also at this moment, Alessia blacked out, fortunately already lying on her bed.

The next day, upon learning of what happened in the sky, Alessia quickly put the pieces together and realised that the book was a Relic. And that she had become an Evoker. Taking it in hand, she found the nearest guard patrol and turned herself in as an evoker. After being escorted to the proper authorities, she told her story and was quick to renew her oath to serve the Empire, this time as an evoker. She was allowed to retain her position in large part because of her cooperation and honesty, becoming one of a very rare and select group of people in the world - an evoker that also held real political influence and respect.

The past two years have seen Alessia exploring her relics abilities and adapting to the idea of being an evoker - something which, to her mother's great chagrin, has once again turned her attention entirely away from the continuation of the line. The people of the city have begun to get used to the occasional occurrence of the sky being torn asunder in light, though few of them know the effects of the display. With the Empires recent preparation for war, Alessia has suddenly found herself being considered a ‘military asset’ by some. She has been given extremely limited officers training, but rather than being sent along with the army as a traditional support Evoker, the Empire has a far more devious plan in mind for her.

In the past few months, Alessia has been given a whirlwind course in diplomacy and dispatched via the northern passes to Amaryth to join the diplomatic corps in the recently established Kalesian embassy. Reasons for her placement there are manyfold - on a strategic level it will allow the Empire to fully make use of her new talents in future plans. On a smaller scale, the presence of a well respected evoker, however secret, may help with the Empires plans to rescue evokers from the clutches of the ignorant who would see them killed in Amaryth. While initially viewing this task with some trepidation, Alessia has since come to embrace it with enthusiasm as Amaryth has a great deal of history and, more importantly to Alessia, historical structures dating back to the relic makers.

Personality/motivation: Alessia serves the ideal of the Empire in all things, believing wholeheartedly in the righteousness of her nation. Aside from this, her curiosity is legendary, and Amaryth presents a great many chances to learn of other cultures, as well as the ancient foundations of the city itself, which are said to date back to the relic makers.

Relations: Roan is a childhood friend of Alessia, and she is familiar with his family.

Final Point - Secrets: Certainly no public Secrets.

Name: Denair

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Faction/Allegiance: Currently aligned with Othea (due to his interest in the Prince). Is looking to become a part of the military.

Relic Description: The book is completely black, with no writing or insignia on it. The pages themselves are also completely black, and it won’t open unless the owner opens it. Once opened, red writing appears inside that completely covers every single page. Over time he noticed that additional pages appear when additional Shadows get placed into the book. The language it is written in is unknown to anyone Nanashi has talked too, however he can read it as clear as day. Most of the book contains gibberish, but on further inspection its a bunch of names all jumbled together. The rest of the writing in the book are the names of people inside the book that are contracted to him. Whenever the book is opened, Nanashi's eyes turn red.

Relic Price: When a contract is used, you have to grant the used one request.

Relic Skills: When an exceptional person dies, someone with a unique or highly advanced skill/s, a Shadow of their self is placed within the book (similar to a copy of their soul/mind). Relic users are an exception to this, as they are already claimed by another relic. So while you’re not directly connecting to the dead, it’s theoretically the same thing. While they are put in the book, you have no power over them until you form a contract with them. This contract requires the consent of both parties, Denair only has access to three as of this moment. You can activate a contract by opening the book and calling out their name, at which point an illusion is generated of their most attached item and is used to anchor them to you. You gain their expertise and knowledge while this is active. You can only call on one person at a time.

He has access to the following people at this moment:
- Mary. Her item is a silver bow, made of wood but silver in appearance it is a thing of pure beauty. She claims it's one of the best bows a bowman can wield. She also claims she's the best marksman in history, but that's debatable. Additionally an exceptional hunter and has quite a large knowledge of the wilderness due to her travels. He gained her contract because he reminded her of a younger sibling she once had.
- Jack. His special item is a Joker's mask that he used to hide his identity. Formally a Joker, informally an Assassin. Can use knives at closer and far range, has exceptional hearing and quite a large knowledge of how the underworld works. He gained Jack's contract only because he was bored, and has stated multiple times that he'll rescind it if Nanashi doesn't entertain him.
- Sereath. Her special item is a medicinal kit that she used for her entire life. A highly skilled healer. Has extensive knowledge in medicinal herbs among other forms of medicine, and has a sensitive sense of touch that allows her to accurately determine internal wounds, while not perfect she is accurate most of the time. He gained her contract because she wanted to help more people, she said that if he uses her for any other purpose then healing she'll rescind the contract.

Personal Skills: His coat is something he discovered in his travels, pitch black on the outside and dark purple in the inside. It has hidden pockets for storage, and is resistant to weather and age.

Appearance: A sturdy, but not thick person. He has pitch black hair, and a scar that travels diagonally across his face. His eyes are bright blue. He wears unassuming clothes except for his coat, which is pitch black as well. He's unnaturally common, so unassuming that if it wasn't for his bright eyes and huge scar, you wouldn't notice him at all. Average height, average gait, average looks. Almost as if he was cultivated. He carries arrows with him, but no bow. Some question this, but he always waves it off so it is unknown why.

Secrets: His lineage is ancient, close to the beginning just after The Old Kingdom fell. His book was also originally discovered around that time, and he is the first user of it.

Personality: the 10 years of solitude made Denair almost mute, hardly speaking unless he must. Because of his lack of emotions, he can't become attached to much else besides himself. He focuses mainly on things that interest him, and finding out about his past. His ideology is also twisted because he can't feel. If her were to be mugged in an alley, he'd kill the man/woman who mugged not because they tried to steal from him, but because they couldn't understand the difference in strength. If he's treated with kindness, he'll go out of his way to help them out of recognition for what they did for him. If he gets lied to it doesn't matter to him, as they were good enough to deceive him. Murder and other forms of atrocious acts are irrelevant to him, and hold no sway one way or another.

Relations: He has a connection to a highly skilled information broker, who has an allegiance to Othea, they know each other personally and so he uses him whenever he needs information. They use informants he has spread in various areas to communicate. He can call upon an informant by placing an insignia of an eagle in a bar and then waiting.

Biography: The earliest trace to his origin is when he appeared on the doorstep of a family's home on the edge of Othea, in a basket carrying himself, a note and a book. The book was entirely black, completely blank inside, and the note read ‘Take care of him, for I no longer can’. He was taken in out of compassion, but ultimately his odd nature and twisted ideals disturbed the town. But what led to the town rejecting him from the second he was introduced, was the diagonal birth scar that streaked across his entire face, as if placed there. The children could sense the adults animosity towards him, and seeing his scar they bullied him constantly, making fun of how he looked. His existence was lonely, painful, even the people in his home looked at him with disdain. He spent most of his time cooped up in his room, removing himself from the world. TO waste time, he'd spend days imagining other worlds, places where he was accepted and loved. His days were simple like this until his 14th birthday, where everything changed.

He’d kept the book he had when he was taken in all this time, for it was his only connection to the past life he didn’t understand. That day, the book was acting funny. He decided to ignore it for the time being, and went about his daily chores. It wasn’t until midnight on the dot that the book showed its true nature. A relic. It snapped open, awakening everyone in the village, and its pages started turning frantically as if someone was instigating it, writing red as blood appearing slowly and then faster and faster. He quickly grabbed the book, only to feel the screams of thousands of people torturing his mind. He screamed in pain as his mind was tearing in half, unable to let go of the book which held onto him with unnatural force.
Help me...
I always wanted to....
what's this? A stupid boy, why did I even bother...

Constant chatter surrounded him. Greed, envy, hate, revenge, lust, desire, everything came at him at once. Consuming him, turning him into a mindless beast. it was all he could do to hold on. Eventually the voices started dying down, and so he quickly took hold of the book and shut it. By then, however, it was too late. He had changed.

Days had passed since that incident, he still wouldn’t talk no matter what they said to comfort him. Days turned to week, weeks turned to months, months turned to years, and still he sat their devoid of expression, hardly eating or drinking except to sustain his life. Most thought he’d given up on life and left him alone, that is until 9 years later when he suddenly stood up, picked up the book, and opened it. He’d spent the last 9 years sitting there to master his mind, so they couldn't sway or influence him. It paid off, for when he picked up the book the voices no longer affected him. He could finally use the relic.

“Welcome, holder of the Book of Death.”

He spent the next year learning to understand the book, to learn about it. He met many people in the book, all wanting something from him, all desiring something they could never reach in their own time. Over time, he began to understand more about the book, and the world. As they talked about their travels, adventures, how they lived, his experience and viewpoints changed. He began to understand and appreciate kindness, know why people lied, accept the nature of others. Finally, after an entire year, he found three minds who were willing to help him on his travels. He decided he was ready. But that day, 10 years ago, could never be forgotten. He lost something precious on that day, something he could never get back. His emotions. Be it sadness, compassion, anger, hatred, love, sadness or any other form of emotional feelings, they no longer existed within him. He could no longer hate someone who betrayed, nor love someone who cared for him. He was a truly lonely being.

Two days later he had packed and left without saying goodbye, the town has happy to be rid of him anyways. There was no-one to say goodbye too. He was off to Amaryth, with the letter he'd received. He'd heard interesting tales of the Prince, that the Church had less way over him then they liked. He decided that he'd help him.

Theme Song: Friends On The Other Side

Name: Garet Havarr
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Faction/Allegiance: Kalesian Empire
Relic Description:
The Iron Band: The band has the memories and thoughts of thousands of long since dead generals. So this relic makes Garet quite the tactician and strategist. But the downside is he hears all of their voices inside his head, their thoughts are his thoughts, his memories are now their memories. And the Iron band uses this as well to it's advantage. The Band requires a constant feed of memories to it and it stores these memories like a bank, if not fed it will take memories and replace them with the memories of some stored into the ring. Giving those who wield it new memories comes at quite the shock, but if the wielder is not careful, it can make him forget himself. It also seems that this ring feeds off of victory and battle,
Appearance:


Flaws: Without the iron band Garet is just about average at leadership, he is a man of honor even if it comes back to bite him, he will not lie, kill an unarmed opponent, he has a weakness for women and will often go out of his way to help them, his ultimate weakness is his family if his wife or child were to get hurt he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

Skills: Garet is a master of the blade the blade is an extension of his arm and he is known as a master of death with it, he's a fair shot with a bow and arrow, and even though he is trained in mounted combat he prefers to walk.

Biography: Born to parents that were either too poor or didn't care about him, Garet was abandoned, left on the steps of the Goddess' Sanctuary shortly after being born, who willingly took him in. The next six years he spent in that sanctuary along with other orphans and foundlings, being given the rudimentary education and upbringing any child deserved according to the priests and priestesses. A priestess named Alvera took the boy under her wing, teaching the boy how to set up the altar of the Goddess and to care for his fellow man, as well as some on how to care for the sick and bandage wounds.

It was in the shadow of the goddess’ holy symbol that the boy learned about faith. He couldn’t read the Holy scripture, but he didn’t need to in order to understand that she truly cared for him. His belief in the goddess made Garet the man he is today, transforming him from a child into a believer in honor and fair treatment. What he learned at the sanctuary formed the foundations of who Garet is. He was ready and willing to devote his life to the sanctuary, but fate had something else in store for him. A lord and lady, sadly unblessed by the goddess with children of their own came to the sanctuary seeking to follow the time-honored imperial tradition of adoption. Alvera spoke on the boy’s behalf, speaking highly of him hoping to get him the future she thought he deserved. Likewise, other priests and priestesses spoke highly of other children, but in the end, the lord and lady chose Garet, taking him home with them.

Discarding the name the sanctuary had given him, the boy took on his adoptive fathers last name. His father gave the boy a tutor, who taught him the two ways of reading and writing, the first way was simple and for civilian use, the second way was so the boy can get into more advanced writings and academics. Both seemed to help the boy grow, but the boy did not have the head for scholars’ writing. When the boy reached his tenth birthday the lord interfered directly and started teaching the boy how to fight. First with his hands, then with sticks and finally with training blades. When the boy reached twelve years old his father sent away to a military academy for proper training with some of the best instructors to be had anywhere.

The military academy ran Garet through the ringer. There seemed to be no rest no end to the training. Every day he woke up with a new bruise and a new ache, a new round of studying resumed. The boys and girls within his class were expected to learn not only how to fight, but also the finer details of combat tactics and battlefield logistics. Following each theory lesson was a physical session and visa versa. It was in these lessons that Garet showed a marked preference and aptitude for the much more flexible leather armor and the glaive, but the boy still practiced the sword on the side. After a year, one of the instructors took a personal interest in Garet and taught the boy how to master the blade. Garet made it his weapon of choice, even though he keeps his glaive close by. One thing he has learned is that it never hurts to have an extra option. His academy training lasted until the boy was a man of seventeen years, and he only returned home a few days each year, often being taken away from the academy for months at a time to train in the field. When the academy released him from its ranks, he came home for good, but that proved short-lived, as he missed the army life and formally joined the military a few months later.

On his 18th birthday the boy left home and the academy for life in the military, posted on the border with Kalnach near the field of bones. Even though he never stood out from other junior officers, his superiors soon ensured that he found himself leading small patrols into the field of bones. They also sent him on patrols into the nearby villages, dealing with petty disputes and searching for Kalnachi spies. Occasionally they would deal with small bandit packs and little groups of outlaws, but that was always uneventful. The Border was quiet the whole time, with neither Kalnach nor the Empire willing to commit to a full-scale war, satisfied with sitting quietly watching each other and running minor skirmishes.

Whenever he was granted a small amount of leave he returned home to his family, for though he enjoyed army life, he also missed his family. It was here where he met his future wife, Iceni. He fell in love with her on first sight. When he glimpsed her, he knew he had to get close to her, but was afraid to do so. That was the only time Garet had ever felt real fear since the earliest lessons at the academy. When he walked towards her, he made a fool of himself knocking people over and tripping over his feet, so her first impression of him was not very flattering. Many would have thought him a drunkard. Fortunately, she realized he was not a drunkard, but was actually just a clumsy fool. She thought his appearance comely and wasn’t used to men tripping over themselves trying to woo her. What exactly prompted her to give him a chance he never figured out, but give him a chance she did. Garet spent most of his spare time trying to win her heart. It took him a good while to do so, but by the time he did it, he had mere days left before he had to return to the Field of Bones.

Garet spent most of the next year on the border, rarely having time to return home to his beloved, but he took every chance he could to do so, for he missed his beloved Iceni deeply. When he could not visit, he sent messages and letters, continuing his courtship despite believing he had won her heart. Though the army was strict, they would not dare to offend the goddess by keeping lovers apart. When he, upon an extended patrol in the field of bones found a ring, he saw it as a sign from the goddess. He contacted his immediate superiors, giving them his reasons for requesting leave. As loyal servants of the Empress and firm believers in the Goddess, they did not hesitate to grant it to him.

Not truly sure he had won her heart, he dared not propose till he was sure. He wooed her for several weeks more before proposing. She made his every dream come true by accepting. As was tradition for couples that were to be wedded, each had to do a task for the family of the other to prove their love and commitment. What Iceni had to do he did not know, but Garet had to craft a sword that would live up to his soon-to-be father-in-law’s standards. As he was no trained smith, that was no easy feat. Garet had learned the basics of smithing in the past, but crafting a high-quality sword was no easy feat. For two weeks, he barely left the forge at all, eating and sleeping therein. His persistence was such that eventually several of the master smiths in the city took pity on him, giving him the advice he needed to finish the task. The sword he presented to Iceni’s father was of the utmost quality, not on the level of a master smith, but far above that of an amateur.

With both their tasks complete, the priests and priestesses performed the formal marriage ceremony, which turned into a celebration for more than half the city. It was, after all, not every month someone in the local nobility married. In irony, it turned out that his father-in-law had all along intended to gift him with the blade, which was precisely why he had so high demands for it. His father-in-law would not have the defender of his daughter have anything but the best. To this day, Garet keeps the weapon at his side, using it both in his duties and as a testament to his will.

Garet had presented Iceni with the ring he had found upon the border during the marriage ceremony. She in turn had presented him with a ring of her own. Unlike the work she usually did, which was intricate and often nearly ornate, the ring she gave him was quite plain. It was a narrow band of gray Iron, angled cuts on the sides. Despite the plainness, it was clear it was of the highest craftsmanship. She said it had been in her family for untold generations. He had felt truly honored by such a gift. The moment he put it on, he felt an odd sort of tingle he could not quite place. He had shaken it off as nerves then, but over the next few days, especially during their very private honeymoon and marriage consummation, he had begun to have strange thoughts. Thoughts of ancient days and battles long past.

He had not known what to make of it at first, trying to make sense of why he was suddenly thinking of old academy lessons. With each new day, he began to make more and more sense of those battles, seeing patterns he had never before seen. He had not shared his sudden revelations with his wife, somehow knowing she would not understand. By the time their honeymoon was over and he had to return to his duties on the border, he had gained a considerably better understanding of ancient tactics, some of them centuries, if not eons old.

Once back on the border, he had more time to think on the revolutionary combat theories. Some he used when commanding the small patrols he led, others he brought to his immediate superiors. The end result was a much more effective border control. At first, that was all that happened. But eventually notice of this moved higher up in the chain of command, inevitably ending up in the hands of someone who knew more, someone well-versed in ancient history. Someone who recognized the ancient tactics for what they were and what it meant. Within two days of that connection being made, he had been brought before the regional commander and the personal representative of the Empress, may she live forever. They told him exactly what had to be going on, eventually helping him figure out that the ring had to be a relic and that he had become an evoker. He was immediately assigned to a special training regimen to not only ensure that he could use his relic properly, but that he was utterly loyal to the Empress, may she live forever.

The first round of evoker training only barely finished in time for him to come home for the predicted birth time for his firstborn. In fact, she was born the night after he got back home. In their many letters they had arrived on the name of Shara. Prior to going home, he had submitted a request for his wife and child to be permitted to join him in the capital. He got notice of the permission being granted just two days after the birth. Her shock upon discovering the truth of her family’s minor heirloom was palpable. At first she had been miffed about him not explaining earlier, but understood that he had wanted to do so in person. She was overjoyed at the fact that he would be playing such an important part in the empire and that would live in the Capital. After they made it to their new home, the three of them celebrated alone before he returned to his duty.

Eventually Garet’s training completed. As befitted an Imperial evoker of talents like his, he had to move around many times, going where his abilities could benefit the empire the most. When going up against minor things like bandits and outlaws, she sometimes came along, but more often she stayed in their home in the capital. He was on a longer assignment in a more dangerous zone, having been away for many months when an imperial messenger reached him with the notification that he was going to be a father once more. When those news spread around the camp, a small celebration was formed and there was much happiness despite the grim nature of their assignment. He did not know whether it was chance or something else, but the next day the relic granted him a particularly devious tactic, letting him crush the opposition in one fell swoop. As he was a god-fearing man, his commanding officer sent him home to be with his wife during the final weeks of her pregnancy. The commander did not have any fair reason to keep him there in any case.

Arriving home he found that his second child, a son, had already been born. However, Iceni had waited for Garet to return before naming the child. Together they named him Elyias. Having received word that their parents truly wanted to have more time with their grandchildren, they both put in a request to imperial command to be allowed to move back there. It took very little time for the request to be granted, provided he make himself available for assignments in the future. In the Empire, it was common belief that none should mess with family. It simply wasn’t done.

For nine years Garet let his sword hang upon the wall, keeping to practice blades for his exercises. His days were spent as much helping his father-in-law craft blades and tools as it was dictating his tactics to a scribe, for though he had learned much in his years, he still could not compose scholars’ script. During these years time they both lived happily, having another child after a few years, naming her Lyra, as well as running a flourishing shop in their home city. The Iron Band, his relic, was not satisfied with this complacency. It wanted more. With each year of idleness, it lashed out more and more frequently, absorbing memories left and right. Towards the end, Garet had trouble functioning at all. In fact, Iceni had to send a message to imperial command to get help to figure out what was happening to him. Many high imperial officials came, some evokers, others not. In the end they determined that he had to use the skills granted by the relic or suffer as he now did. This devastated the till-then blissful Iceni, but she knew there was only one choice. Sending him directly to the Field of Bones once more, he was put in charge first of a squad, then of a company and finally a battalion. With each engagement, more and more of his old self returned.

Eventually, once fully back to himself, he got two choices, return home and risk it all happening again, or serve the empire and not risk that. The choice was simple. He offered once more to take up his old blade on the condition that his wife and children be permitted to accompany him wherever he was assigned. Imperial command said they’d have it no other way and sent him to a recently built city situated at the foot of the Karak Claw Mountains. It did not make much sense to him or his family, but he had no doubt they knew what they were doing.

Once there, he was officially promoted and given command of the entire tactical department there. He was, he soon realized, essentially in command of several legions of the Imperial army. Many, many times more than he had ever commanded before.

Personality/motivation: Garet is an honorable man who believes that everybody deserves a chance, he is fiercely loyal to the empress and his nation, he is kind and understanding and he can be sympathetic, but perhaps what he's truly loyal too and his true motivation is his family. He loves his child and his wife with a passion and will do anything for them.
Relations: N/a (Atleast with the players)
Final Point - Secrets:
Theme Song:N/a

Except with big black gauntlets.