Race:
Gem
Age:
18
Element(s):
Water
Height:
5'4"

Bio:
The King of the Gemminites has had many children in his lifetime, but none quite like Annaveya. She is his the fourth daughter of his highness, and so beautiful was she that she was given the name of his grandmother. Like others of royal blood, she was raised in culture, music, song, and lastly a brilliant education. She developed a keen wit, and had a strong sense for the intrigues of politics and the weight that rulers bore upon the people.

What she didn't know was that she was destined to bear a similarly horrible weight of her own.

On her eighteenth birthday, the day that she would at last be considered an adult by her people, tall armored men stormed the celebration. In a show of ruthless power, the Drakken Noble's court had decided that she would join the bridal candidacy. Whether her mother and father liked it or not, she was to be wed away and taken off to a far away; likely to never be seen again.

The carriage rattled and rumbled along the dirt road to her destination, to an unknown and miserable future. It felt as if she were little more than simply property for the ruling Drakken parties, a token of peace in an imbalanced society.

Once she arrived however, she found that war had been declared. Not only was she doomed to be a future bride to a likely very barbaric husband, she was also now a hostage at best.

Before any more blood was spilled, she desperately needed to find a way to end the war.
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Race:
Drakken
Age:
374
Element(s):
Wind
Water
Height:
6'5"

Bio:
Xrin, just like other beings like him, was born to kill, to create chaos, to participate on an never ending cycle of death. There may have been those who wished to end this, but Xrin was not on of these people. He was a born killer, but he was not without his quirks. His father raised him to be merciful and reasonable, to use his brain. This stuck with Xrin up to adulthood, were he put it in practice. In this area of his personality, he is looked down upon, but his combat ability, gives his brothers enough reason to over look it. He shows reasonableness when dealing with others, including his bride, but that doesn't mean he won't take action when they show disrespect.

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Race:
Gemminite
Age:
19
Element(s):
Fire
Height:
5'8"

Bio:
Full of life and brimming with energy, Kasari's family is known for their bold personalities and the fire running through their veins. As a family of more lively folk, Kasari grew up surrounded by laughter and warm hugs, a sentiment they were always willing to extend to the community around them. Sometimes too bold for their own good, work for the fire elementals was difficult but never dull. Even Kasari worked alongside her father and older brother, up until the day the guards came for her.
Kasari might be peaceful by nature, but even a contained flame is still bright.
Other:
Kasari is quite attached to a pet lizard she had found in the garden as a child.

Race:
Gemminite
Age:
18
Element(s):
Fire
Height:
5'2"

Bio:
If you believed that most if not all Gemminites were naught but some peace-loving, air-headed fools then Atallia is the living argument against that. Born in the north to the Faeron clan, she was taught from a young age that living under the boot of the Drakken was a nefarious business - they could either remain passive and wait until the boot stomped down or they could push back. Her family were one of the few in the whole nation that argued for the latter. After losing a sister to the Drakken, her father imbued within her that the continuation of the Drakken's very existence was a mockery to the Earth.

Despite those rather serious lessons and the pressures of raising a daughter who was very clearly beautiful, her parents were good to her and gave her freedom to explore the world around her. It could have been the fire flowing through her but it seemed that from the outset, she was a flighty little thing with no regards for danger or rules. It landed her in more trouble than it was worth but she had quite a bit of fun annoying neighbours and numerous townsfolk.

As she grew, Atallia didn't really change. Granted, she garnered a bit more attention from the males --a harsh curse that she remained unaware of-- and although she was a little more likely to wear a dress, you could almost always expect her to be causing a ruckus. Her ascent to womanhood was grateful, at best, but instead of just echoing the dying embers of rebellion, she became a soaring ember - something that the Gemminites could stand behind. Quick-witted and armed with a tongue sharp enough to draw blood, very little people could hold up an argument against her. Like a roaring flame, she was unpredictable and answered to no one. No one, that is, until the Drakken guards came calling.

Talli had heard the stories like any Gemminite child of how the Drakken came and took their brides from the beautiful swathes of Gemminite youth. She had heard the stories of the Huron families and how girls suffered a life of abuse that was only ceased upon pregnancy. And the Zagmars, who became known as the "Defilers" for the fact that their brides went through horrors of catastrophic levels and more often than not, bucked under the pressure. Naturally, she didn't credit herself with much in terms of beauty but she was enough to warrant being chosen to become a bride. Strangely, as she was taken, she didn't fight or argue - this was an opportunity for her. Her intent was abnormal. She was going to show her people that they should not fear the Drakkens; she was going to have them hesitate the next time they picked their wives and there was no way in Hell she was going to destroy some light-hearted fellow.

She would find the best of them and tear him a new one.

Other:
Atallia has a tattoo of a dragon upon her left shoulder. The origins of said tattoo will probably be explained IC.
Her eyes are a gold colour but they've been known to light to a powerful red when she's particularly angry.
Isn't the strongest in terms of magic but has enough cunning and tactical genius to use it where it counts. She's not suicidal either - she'll pick her battles.

Race:
Gemminite
Age:
Late sixties.
Element:
Earth
Height:
Just below six feet.

Bio:
Unlike most Gemminites, who do nothing more than perform their expected duties without so much as a though of resisting, Haerald has long been at the forefront of an extensive extremist movement. As war draws nearer and nearer to the Gemminite home front, he sees this as the most opportune of moments to decimate the Drakkens' supposed superiority and allow the Gemminite people to reign over their Drakken counterparts. As for his actual history, Haerald was born into a typical farming family in an equally typical farming community, which was subject to methodical visits by those seeking brides.

Since most every revolutionary with a thirst for blood requires some sort of revenge story or whatever, Haerald's own family was not only once but oftentimes brought to the Drakkens' attention, for, in their opinion, the Melindant brides were some of the finest in the land, meaning that Haerald could do nothing but expect all three of his closest siblings to be dragged away to some Drakken liar. Ever since then, he's vowed to bring down their vile rule over the land, and upon leaving his parents' home in his early twenties has begun organizing a violent uprising.

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All credit for the above image goes to Genzoman (whose artist signature I was forced to crop out on account of potential content rules)


Race:
Drakken
Age:
387 years
Element(s):
Fire & Air
Height:
6'7"

Bio:
Few Drakken are as respected or feared as Wilhelm the Black. The rumors about him are every bit as wide and as varied among his own people as they are in the horror stories told about him across the land, but nobody knows what is true and what is not. Wilhelm does not allow anybody entrance to his domain save her servants, all of whom have somehow lost their ability to speak except to him. What is known for certain is that he is terrible to behold in battle, that he moves like liquid smoke, and swiftly dispatches any who cross him. Some whisper that he could depose the Drakken King with startling ease, if he so chose, but Wilhelm himself dismisses such mutterings as folly. And once dismissed, such things are never brought before him again; it is well known that Wilhelm does not tolerate slants against himself or his household in any measure. What is more remarkable is that, despite his hand being heavy in any conquest, Wilhelm rarely chooses to indulge in a Bridal Selection. At any one time, he keeps a mere three wives of his own, but never less than that; when one of his three wives has died, she is replaced as soon as possible, like clockwork.

Other:
Wilhelm is undefeated in duels, and only one of the Drakken Princes has ever managed to land a hit on him.

Race:
Gemminites

Age:
18

Element(s):
Fire

Height:
5 foot 4 inches

Bio:
Sophia was born to a long line of fire elementals. Her family owned acres of lands in which they worked and had enough wealth to survive if crops failed for a season or two. They grew more than wheat and corn, they grew grapes for wine and tobacco for cash. Sophia grew up on the property and grew very accustomed to being outdoors. She developed a passion for horse riding and archery from a young age. When the Darrken Nobles came to claim Sophia as a bride, Her most of her family refused. Sophia however surrendered to prevent any unnecessary bloodshed and to protect her family.

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Race:
Gemminite
Age:
18
Element(s):
Wind
Height:
4’7”

Bio:
Aery’s family was fairly active in Gemminite politics and gave their children (nine sons and nine daughters, with Aery being the youngest) thorough educations in politics. Aery absorbed much of that education, though her passion lay in the sciences and in medicine. Pure and simple science. Along with the education her parents instilled in her a deep fear of the Drakkens, though also a grudging respect as is necessary when dealing with someone far more powerful.
When the guards came to their house, her mother and older sisters wept. Aery herself was too shocked to weep. She thought to run, calling the wind to boost her out of an open window, but the guards were expecting it. One of them held a knife to one of her sisters’ throats, telling Aery that if she so much as tried to run, all her family would die. So Aery went like a docile lamb, reciting chemical formulas to herself to keep herself calm lest she panic and try to flee. For the good of the realm, for the sake of her family, she’d do this, armed with only her wits and the wind.
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Race:
Drakken
Age:
146
Element(s):
Fire
Wind
Height:
6'7"

Bio:
It was said that the Drakken throne had been built on the bones of thousands of their enemies, sacrificed to the Old Gods when the wicked thing was formed. Rynek would have been envious of his brother who was destined to sit atop it if it wasn't for the fact that Rynek had already made his peace with the dead - it was the living he craved. There's an art to killing that can't be ignored. The thick stench of death that airs the nose, the screams of dying men that enlightens the ears, the weight of a blood-drenched blade that has all cower before you and the pleasure of taking a whore straight after killing; devine. Of course, if whores are in short supply, men nearly always have wives and daughters.

It's the job of the king to rule and the job of his brothers to issue his justice with blood and steel. Rynek himself was a weak thing at birth, a shame to his family. Thankfully, he wasn't slaughtered as his true powers revealed themselves only a few short years later. The boy was a vicious bastard with little to no care of others and his fighting displayed a cunning that outweighed that of even the harshest of Drakken fighters. He didn't have an ounce of honour but by damn was he a fine killer. His people were heavy things, capable of fighting with weapons that were nearly half their size but Rynek preferred the eloquent dance of the sword.

Trained for a couple of years by Wilheim the Black, considered the strongest Drakken in existence, Rynek was slowly moulded into a well-oiled killing machine with no regard who fell in front of his blade as long as someone did. Over the decades as he has fought and defended the throne of his brother, he has diverged away from the typical fighting styles of the Drakken and adopted styles from the far east - styles that his brothers couldn't even begin to perceive. Abandoning his bastard sword, he had a curved blade forged and took up training in increasing his speed exponentially using his powers.

Every man has fell before him all except for one - his mentor Wilheim the Black. Being the only man to ever land a hit on the legendary warrior, Rynek has been placed as the second strongest Drakkan alive and is just as dreaded by his enemies. Despite his... psychopathic tendencies, his anger and lust for battle can quickly fade if he finds a pretty enough girl. Of course, she has to keep things entertaining or it typically won't end well for her.

As of now, Rynek is only returning from a long trek to the South to crush a king who thought that he could harass their southern borders. The war was long with well over five years of absence from the Prince.

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Was rumoured to have urged his father to obliterate the Gemminite nation after hearing of the beauty of a princess there.
One of the few Drakkens with a sense of humour - although a brutal one at that.

Race:
Gemminites
Age:
Twenty-One
Element(s):
Earth
Height:
5'7"

Bio:
Berlin'a family stayed hidden in the valleys of the Gemminite territory. They learned to be self-sufficient and only went to the marketplace to sell any surplus of supplies they had after accounting for each family member. Living off the land came easy for Berlin as she could use her gift in her favor. Her parents instilled in her and her four older siblings that they could handle anything with bravery and patience. Being the youngest of the family of six outspoken Gemminites taught Berlin to be silent and listen. She has maintained that lesson and to this day does not speak often unless she is spoken to. She hold her head high, and refuses to show weakness.
When the guards appeared at her doorstep she kissed her mother's cheek and bid her family farewell before willingly following them. She wasn't a fighter and never would place a hand on someone out of anger. She never spoke a word on her travel away from her home- even as the men asked her questions she simply answered with a 'yes' or 'no'.
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