Name: Cynthia Leonart


Age: 21

Sex: Female

Rank: High-Rank

Weapons/Armor: Cynthia wields dual blade weapons and usually wears Rathian armor in battle.

Palicoes: 1

Personality: Cynthia is a very friendly, open, and outgoing person who loves to hit up a chat with practically anyone. She likes to crack up jokes and have a good ol'e time. She is also very eager when it comes to quests, as it not only brings her good pay but also in experience. In addition, she never backs down from any quest, no matter how big or small it is. However, this can lead her into becoming extremely reckless, sometimes putting her life on the line. Yet no matter the cost, she always gets the job done with a smile on her face. She also tends to get very emotional about her friends and family, often feeling their pain if they are mentally disturbed. She also has a fear of getting paralyzed... and needles.

Likes: Having a good time, adventure, participating in interesting conversations, smiles, and sweets.

Dislikes: Assholes, sad people, genpreys/gendromes (their paralyzing bites scare the hell out of her), and needles.

History: Cynthia always wanted to be a hunter. After all, her father, Gendo Leonart, was one, and he was famous throughout the world. Often he would take Cynthia out into the meadows to let her play and even let her watch some of his hunts. He even trained her at simple battle skills starting at when she was 9. She loved her father for it and often missed him when he goes out for a quest, especially one that takes several weeks if not more. Her mother on the other hand was an expert nurse, who worked at her very own clinic, taking care of many sick and injured people. While not as famous as her husband, she was still praised in her village for her abilities and expertise in her work. Cynthia loved both of her parents and was lucky to be born in such a family. It seemed as life couldn't be better for the young girl!

However, at the age of 12, a horrible tragedy broke, as Cynthia's father died while fighting the giant, mega-serpent, Shah Dalamadur, a more dangerous sub-species of the normal Dalamadur. He and his crew of equally powerful hunters died while trying to fight her, getting crushed by the giant's body. The only one that survived the encounter, was Gendo's palico feyline, Tybalt, who delivered the news in wailing tears and a broken heart. Cynthia and her mother were most utterly devastated by his loss and were crying non-stop for several days. The girl was the one most devastated by this, as she thought she would never become the greatest hunter ever. Yet she was encouraged by her mother to join the hunter-force and fight on in her father's name, perhaps avenging his death in dear time. Cynthia agreed and so she, along with Tybalt, left their small village to the city of Minegarde, where they trained to become a well-respected hunter Duo. And as she trained, Cynthia always had a smile on her face, smiling because she knew that her father would be extremely proud of her.

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Name: Tybalt


Species: Felyne

Age: 6

Sex: Male

Weapons/Armor: Tybalt wears regular acorn armor and wields a lance weapon.

Specialization: Leadership (of other felynes) and combat

Master: Cynthia Leonart

Personality: Tybalt is a felyne with leadership in his blood. After all. he was the Palico for Gendo Leoneart, father of Cynthia Leoneart. He is a fearless one, ready to take on any monster, at any size, and at any time. And like his new master, he cares for any fallen friend or hero, protecting them with his (and Cynthia's) life! He also hates when jerks happen to try and pick a 'drunken date' with his master and often gets defensive to the point where he will show no mercy to their groin. Due to his truly active nature, he eats a lot, making eating one of his favorite pass times.

Likes: Good food, Cynthia & Gendo Leoneart, and his lance.

Dislikes: Any kind of Dalamadur, jerks, and empty plates.

History: Tybalt was born on Cheeko Island, where his mother died after giving birth to he, and was put in adoption. At only 5 months old, he was selected by the legendary hunter, Gendo Leoneart, to become his palico and named him Tybalt, after hearing the name from a book. The man took the baby home, raising him to his fullest extent. Eventually, when the felyne was older, Gendo began to train him, as well as with another Felyne trainer to have the best training experience. Tybalt was extremely loved in his family and when he was not out on missions, he usually played with the young Cynthia.

However, one day, he and Gendo went with a group of other G-ranking warriors to Speartip Crag, where they tried to slay the Elder Dragon Shah Dalamadur, a more dangerous subspecies of the regular. The whole group fought bravely, managing to even injure the beast slightly, yet the whole hunter force was exterminated, being crushed by the Elder Dragon's massive weight. The platform in which the hunters fought collapsed and they all fell to their grave doom. Yet Tybalt meraciously survived, having been pushed aside by Gendo before he got crushed. His master had saved him from certain death. Crying rivers, broken hearted, and slightly battle-damaged, the felyine raced back home, bringing back the terrible news to the council and the rest of the Leoneart family. It was a major loss for everyone... their beloved hero dead, as well as the others who fought with him. Yet both Cynthia and Tybalt cried the hardest of them all, having adored the legendary hero so much.

Yet thanks to Cynthia's mother, the two then committed into becoming the new hunter duo, in honor of Gendo Leoneart. The two then said goodbye to their village as they set off to Minegarde to become a respected yet inseparable duo. Both had supported each other in many quests and do not plan to stop in the slightest.

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Name - Alice Yagami
Age - 23
Sex - Female
Rank - High
Weapons/Equipment - Hidden Ones (Dual Swords), Usurper's Boltstriker (Long Sword), High Rank Zinogre Armor
Hunting Companions - Yamba

Personality - A very eccentric hunter with an electric and sometimes violent personality, as if she were risen by the monster who's armor she dons. While not hunting, she is usually eating with her Shakalaka companion, Shamba. She tries to stay away from other hunters, but usually wandering eyes will settle on her less than modest clothing. Around other people, Alice loves sparring and wrestling, or any contact sport. She happens to be one of the best arm wrestlers in her hunting guild. While hunting, she usually pairs up with three others, but rarely listens to commands given by her companions. Alice tends to swing her sword somewhat blindly, sometimes hitting nearby hunters, but nonetheless powerful. She becomes ravenous while hunting, shouting war cries with every swing, her ultimate goal in mind being to kill. She rarely goes on capture quests because of this. She will seldom attend the Arena, however she prefers to hunt in the wild, claiming that the large crowd makes her nervous.

Likes - Food, killing monsters, contact sports.
Dislikes - Capture quests, gathering materials, losing challenges, large crowds.

History - Alice grew up around Port Tanzia, her parents both being merchants. Since Port Tanzia was frequented by hunters, she was introduced to them at a very young age. Immediately she became obsessed with the guild, time and time again applying for the Hunters Guild before she was eventually admitted. Her first hunting tasks involved simple gathering and fishing, which bored her quickly. Often she would slaughter Altaroth's that marched past her while gathering mushrooms. She had thought about quitting multiple times, but as her quests started to get geared more towards hunting rather than gathering, she stuck with it. Her climb through the ranks was a tad slow, due to her not being able to complete most capture missions, which became more and more plentiful as she gained in rank. Nonetheless, High Rank was reached in no time. During one of her quests, she was able to befriend a Shakalaka, who was named Shamba. Alice and Shamba have since been inseperable.


Name - Shamba
Age - Middle-aged (I don't know about the life span of Shakalaka...)
Species - Shakalaka
Sex - Male
Weapons/Equipment - Grill Mask, Boomerang Staff
Master - Alice Yagami

Personality - A very religious Shakalaka who vigorously follows the practice of dancing. He has studied the art all his life, constantly practicing movements and reading tomes for new dances. He is very wise and analytical, often giving advice to his master Alice, who will seldom listen.

Likes - Practicing dance, reading dance texts, meditating.
Dislikes - Doing nothing, keeping conversation.

History - Shamba grew up in a massive Shakalaka tribe in the depths of a forest. He was the son of the head priest of the tribe, and because of this grew up studying dance alongside his father. He quickly learned the art and master many of the villages dancing, but craved to know more. One day, a hunter traveled through his tribe named Alice. Shamba decided that this would be the time to leave his tribe, as all Shakalaka did at one point. However, unlike most, he left to find the ultimate dance whether then the ultimate mask. Shamba followed Alice home, begging for her to bring her to new lands, for her to show him new and unknown dances. Alice reluctantly agreed, and the two quickly grew fond of each other.

Name: Regionald "The White Striker"


Species: Rathalos

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Threat Level: 6

Personality: Regionald is one very intelligent and sneaky Rathalos, often making advanced strategic moves, taking any opportunity available, and prefers to ambush his enemy than start the fight in direct conflict. One strategy he prefers is disguising himself in snowstorms, his coat blending in with the white snow, to attack his opponent off guard. He is usually very calm in battle, yet striking hard and quick like an angry Deviljho. He's very agile in the air, zipping and zooming, avoiding most long-ranged weapons. He is very protective of his territory, often watching anyone come in with his blue, glaring eyes with caution. In addition, he is usually solitary. That is until mating season arrives in where he calls out for mates.

History: Regionald is a highly intelligent Rathalos, making his home around Misty Peaks. As a youngster, he was both the runt and the black sheep of the group. His 2 brothers and 2 sisters were of regular colors, while he was a unique white and black variant. Never the less, he was an excellent opportunist, which was one personality that allowed him to not die of starvation. Once he left the nest, Regionald sought for a territory of his own around Misty Peaks. He found the perfect peak, one that was just at the right elevation, had all the necessities a Rathalos would need and had a large cozy cave. Only problem, was that another Rathalos had also discovered the spot at the same time. He was significantly larger then Regionald and more powerful then the runt. Not wanting to miss the opportunity on taking the territory, he and the other dragon fought. At first it seemed as if Regionald would loose, but through quick thinking he managed to retreat, discovered and hid behind a boulder directly above the cave and pushed it off, crushing the rival Rathalos. It was indeed a major victory for Regionald, rewarding him the perfect territory... as well as a free meal.

As soon as Regionald was fully settled in with his territory and after fighting off several other Rathalos' successfully, he began to scout around the surrounding area, in which he discovered a farm, just several miles northwest of Yukumno Village. Sensing yet another opportunity to grab a free meal, he raided the farm, stealing several of the farmer's domesticated Aptonoths and disappearing as swiftly as he left, leaving the farm in smoldering ashes. His raid on the farm made him a target for hunters as a desperate quest was called out to hunt the Rathalos down. The first hunter made an attempt, only to fail it after he was suddenly ambushed and was forced to make a hasty retreat. Several other hunters also tried, only to also get ambushed suddenly and retreat. It was then where Regionald got the nickname, "The White Striker." To this day, the Rathalos still proudly owns his territory in Misty Peaks, who has yet to be successfully hunted down...

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Name: Elize Abbott

Age: 22
Sex: Female
Rank: High
Weapons/Armor: Tamanoya (longbow), she enjoys wearing the Bnahabra armor often.
Palicoes: One!
Personality: Almost always, Elize has a straight face and is serious about her hunts. She doesn't like being 'bossy,' but she prefers to give orders. If they aren't followed, Elize will mind slightly, but not as much as she would if she wasn't completely focused on the quest/hunt. She gets concerned about other people being hurt, and sometimes she can risk her life just to insure someone doesn't get killed during a quest.

Elize can be seen as someone who doesn't seem to like friends, or have any use for them, but it is quite the opposite. She greatly enjoys having company before quests and during quests, even if its one of those ones where you have to get in, survive, get a ticket and then get out, it's fun to chat during those.

Despite looking like an unbreakable wall, she can get scared. Very easily, in fact. The only reason she has Bnahabra armor is because she HATES bugs and wants all of them to die, that's why she went after every single one of them. Wearing that armor helps her know she slaughtered these innocent forms of life, but bugs are straight from hell, so we never care about those. She can also be afraid when a monster gets too close.

She's afraid of bugs.

She's also afraid of the Deviljho, for reasons of a hunt she went on a while ago.
Likes: Killing bugs, people with greatswords, a decent hunt, giving orders, meat, fish, felynes.
Dislikes: Bugs, Deviljho, the 'Blazing Black Dragon'
History: Elize grew up the daughter of a female hunter, whose name was Mary Abbott. She, unfortunately, never knew her father, as he died shortly after he was born during a hunt against something called the 'Blazing Black Dragon.' Elize hasn't found out the name of it yet.

Her mother taught her how to handle a longbow, and how to hunt successfully as the leader of a group of hunters. This is why she prefers to give lots of orders.

There was also a moment where Elize was going to die, during a Deviljho quest with three others. She was doing the old hit and run tactic, but during her running she tripped.

Over a bug.

See why she hates those things?

Elize almost died because of that huge bug, right in the way of her running, as the Deviljho went straight for her. If it wasn't for one of the hunters who attacked with a greatsword and stopped the Deviljho from getting too close, giving Elize enough time to escape. She will remember that moment for the rest of her life, and has a soft spot for any people that wield a greatsword.
Other: ^ has voice

LYRIAN PROFILE

Name: Matt

Species: Felyne
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Weapons/Armor: None, as he is a Felyne Cook.
Specialization: Cooking.
Master: Elize Abbott
Personality: A very happy, friendly, and experienced Felyne. He's been with many other Hunters, but their lives seemed to be short lived because they weren't very good Hunters. He's been able to deal with deaths very well due to this. Matt likes cooking, a ton, and enjoys cooking for Elize especially. He is on very good terms with her, and has been with her for about 4 or so years now.
Likes: Elize, cooking, wyverns.
Dislikes: stubborn Hunters. They go squish. Sound is fun.
History: As I stated, Matt has been with a ton of Hunters in his lifetime, and knows what mistakes they have made in the past, so he gives Elize advice whenever he can. Matt has been on good terms with Elize for as long as he's been her cook, and so Elize has had many conversations with him.

One day, four years ago, Elize hired a cute little Felyne who went by the name of Matt. With Matt, she has gone through tons of bad hunts, tons of good hunts, and that one Deviljho hunt we never talk about. At first, Matt wasn't so sure about Elize, but her love for Felynes and anything related to them proved him wrong, and he enjoyed being a chef for her. Matt expected her to die shortly, but it turned out she had the knowledge to make the right choices and listen to his advice against monsters, which helped her not go squishy squishy.
Other: this is the greatest song
no others compare
ily NND

Name: Grand 'Mort' Myers

Age: 19

Sex: Obviously female Male

Rank: Mid - High

Weapons/Armor: Prefers the Azure Rathalos set w/o the helmet, Avidya Axe (Switchaxe)

Palicoes: One

Personality: Distant and cold to people he has no qualms with. Many other Hunters have dubbed him one of the 'Lone wolf' type and rightfully so, he prefers to do his hunts alone but will collaborate with other hunters to bring down the more stronger Monsters. He lives with 'Survivor's Guilt' and so prefers to carry on the burdens alone and by himself. Due to this he has become self dependant, not really needing others lest the time calls for it. Despite his seemingly cold nature, he has a Felyne, Jerek, that he cherishes and adores and a sister that he dotes and if fond of, though he will not show it to the general public. Under his cold demeanor, he is friendly and soft spoken if you can open his shell.

Likes: Jerek, Aviana, Reading, Cooking

Dislikes: People who are boastful, Noise, Crowds and Thunder

History: Growing up under the tutelege of his Father, Graime Myers, he was taught strictly and harshly with no room for care nor doubt. He was always taught to 'follow' in his 'succesful' father's footsteps and whenever he showed weakness, he would be firmly punished and reprimanded, something that has shaped Grand's personality, evento this day. Whenever his Sibling Aviana gets punished die to her being extremely clumsy, he would always jump in and take the punishment instead, always getting into fights with his father due to this. Aviana never really receiving the love she receives from her parents, she would grow dependent on her brother.

On one day, a normal. serene day, one would not expect what would happen. His father was not in their home when Grand woke up, walking around, waiting for his dead beat father to give him his training. After a while of looking, Grand presumed that he had gone on a hunt without telling him nor Aviana. Quickly not caring, he went back to Self training, already becoming mid ranked Hunter. Word got around that his 'famous' father had perished at the hand of the Kushala Daoro, which was confirmed by hunters who frequently hunted with his Father. Grand never really caring about his father could only look with cold eyes and continue his training. After a while of pondering, Grand has decided that he had to care for his sister alone and so decided to go on hunts to help feed his sister.

After a while of hunting, he had slowly climbed to a high ranking hunter, people around him began saying that it was 'natural' since he was his fathers son. Ignoring all these, he had made quick friends with 3 other hunters; Faindel, Leona and Jix. This party in particular would catch the eye of hunters around since it contained most of the highest ranked hunters at the time. After a while of hunting these friends became really close, trusting each other with their lives. Everything was merry and fruitful as can be, until one hunt that ended it all, the hunt for the Kushala Daora.

The hunt in particular was hard, so much so that his friends thought it would have been easy given their ranks. The aggregate power of the Kushala Daora was not to be underestimated, but it was by the group of friends, Grand has warned them but they just laughed it off and went on.

The hunt ended in an utter failure, three of his friends had died and Grand was mortally wounded, had it not been for a passer by Hunter he would have been dead too. These days, Grand lives the nightmare of being the only one saved during the whole ordeal, and his personality became withdrawn and cold, preferring to take the burden to himself alone and usually try to push away people in fear of getting them killed, Grand had always blamed himself for the failure of hunting the Kushala Daora.

Other: Tsundere af, SONG OF THE THEME

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Name: Osmund Steele

Appearance: A monster of a man, standing at nearly 7' tall with shoulders wide enough to make some doors hard for him to fit through, Osmund looks like he would be more at home behind a forge or on a hunting boat with his brown skin the colour of beaten bronze. Build like a brickhouse, shoulders like boulders and a chest like a barrel, he looks built for wrestling with Tetsucabra and Barroth. His kind eyes are a dull blue, leaning more towards grey and his nose has a hump to it, looking slightly broken and twisted. His hair is shaven into a short, frayed mohawk. He has the drooping, pointed ears and chiselled facial features characteristic of those from his family and families like it, Smithies. He tries to stay clean-shaven, but often can be seen wearing a five-o'clock shadow or rugged stubble.

Race: Same as 'The Man'.

Age: 25

Sex: Male.

Rank: High Rank.

Weapons/Armor: Axelion Blade (Charge Blade), Nitro Boost Hammer (Hammer) and the Diablos Armor Set.

Palicoes: None.

Personality: Osmund is not the smartest. He isn't exactly dumb, but he's no genius. Quiet and stoic, he speaks when speaking is needed and when he feels that his words will matter, but rarely speaks otherwise. He is kind, he is fond of smiling and is not above engaging in a hearty laugh. Most of the time he is just one to have fun, not overly concerned with getting bogged down by his problems or worries. Easy-going is a very good descriptor of his usual personality.

When in battle, he is a silent giant swinging his weapon with enough force to put down even the toughest of monsters... eventually. A tranquil storm upon the field, his temper can sometimes get the best of him, leading him to launch into a berserk rage. Normally he takes care to mind his teammates when swinging his weapon about, but when he's mad he relinquishes some of this composure and control. This anger switch seems to become more sensitive depending on how large the monster in question is.

History: Osmund comes from a family of craftsmen. He's the youngest of 5 children, but also the biggest. His lifelong ambition was to take to the field and hunt for his own materials with which to forge his hunting equipment. He didn't plan too much further than that. As said before, he isn't so bright. When he got into the hunting life he just sort of, stuck there after taking a shine to it. It put food on the table, money in his pocket and prestige in his name. Eventually he abandoned smithing and such altogether, becoming a full-time hunter. His family is saddened at his leaving of the family business, but pleased that he has found his place in the world and something that he is good at. Hunting has become who he is to such a great extent that he has nearly forgotten his past trade, but he seems to know most of the craftsmen around rather well.

Other:
Theme-songs: Normally and then Angry.

Veisu

Race: Wyverian

Age: 21

Sex: Male

Rank: G-Rank

Equipment:
Gore Magala Armor
Stahlurteil
Sieger-Ankh
Aasklauen
Eisenherz
Unheilskraft

Palicoes: --

Personality: Lawful Evil. Most hunters would describe Veisu as cold, rude and pompous. In reality, he is simply focused and self-disciplined. When others are eating, drinking and parting, Veisu is studying, crafting and training. His reclusive and strict "work and no play" attitude have earned him little in the way of friends, but the whole guild knows of his hunting and forging prowess. He is frequently sought after by aspiring hunters looking for his hand to grace their armor and weapons, or for his assistance in hunting a powerful monster, but to their dismay, he is equally frequent in the denial of such requests.

History: Veisu was born and raised in a wyverian village high up in the mountains, near the village of Pokke. He was only a child when his village was attacked by the infamous Gore Magala, and he was one of the only survivors. He and the remaining wyverians moved to Pokke, and it was there that Veisu devoted himself to the defeat of the Magala.

Sure enough, the monster returned. And on this day, Veisu was ready. He set out ahead to meet the beast in the wilderness, and after several days, the villagers of Pokke thought him slain. It was only after all hope was abandoned would the townspeople see a battle-scared silhouette stand by the gates, with the rising sun at his back.

With a dead Gore Magala at his doorstep, Veisu did what any other self-respecting wyverian would do: he donned his foe's visage, in honor of a battle well-fought.

Veisu then moved to the big cities. He joined and quickly rose the ranks of the Hunter's Guild, being able to take on the most dangerous of monsters and also working as a guild smith.

Theme: Gwyn: Lord of Cinder - Dark Souls

Name: Vitalis Blackwater



Species: Human
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Rank: High
Weapons/Armor: Zinogre U armor gunner/blademaster, Sayyad Cannon (heavy barrel, limiter removed), and Névé Rod+
Palicoes: One
Personality: Over confidence with a cocky attitude, this describes Vitalis perfectly though she backs it up with her expert hunting skills. Just like when she is in a fight she loves to get stuck in the middle of things while around others, flaunting with various stories of hunts and moments of glory. She is very versatile with her fighting style, able to switch between ranged support to a close ranged sheller with her bowgun, or just go full blademaster and be a medium ranged combatant with the insect glaive.
Likes: Fire herbs, Zinogres, custom bullets, and Kirin butter on heaven bread.
Dislikes: Rathians, people who don't know how to use the glaive properly, egg collection quests.
History: Daughter of a merchant and Caravan driver Vitalis made her first debut as a hunter when she helped a hunter guarding the caravan with her father's old sword and shield. Showing a natural talent she was invited to give a few low level hunts a try with the help of the hunter who became her mentor.
Under his guidance she moved away from her life as a caravaneer and started hunting full time, moving up the ranks in the guild thanks to the quidance and teachings of her mentor. Still the whimsical needs to travel from her old life struck the girl and she never stayed in one place for long, always moving from town to town looking for new monsters to challenge her.
However the guild needed her in Mineguarde and assigned her a permenant placement despite her protests. She bergrudginly took it and bid farwell to her mentor before taking the first ship to the city.
Other: Theme and voice.

Name: Chatran



Species: Felyne
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Weapons/Armor: Volvi Lanturn, Volvi Armor, and lots of bombs.
Specialization: Bombing
Master: Vitalis Blackwater
Personality: Always smelling of gunpowder Chatran absolutely loves when things go boom, she has been known to be pretty reckless with her bomb placements but has miraculously made it this far unscathed, excluding a missing eye... but you only need one to see!
Likes: Gunpowder, barrels, felvine, nitroshrooms, and fire herbs.
Dislikes: Water
History: Chatran has been with Vitalis since they were young'uns. They both came from the same caravan and always have been inseparable friends.

Name: Wolfenstein “Wolf/Zolf”


Species: Zinogre

Age: 12 Years

Sex: Male

Threat Level: 7

Personality: Wolfenstein is a Zinogre who will prefer peace over combat. Shy in most circumstances, he usually prefers to be alone and will try to flee if spotted by a hunter. However, if trapped and he cannot flee, he will revert into mortal combat, in which he is extremely violent. He will stop at nothing to totally annihilate his opponent, using series from swipes, bites, and lightning attacks.

History: When you hear the name Wolfenstein, you will usually presume that it is named for a wolf, and you’d be right. The proud owner of a name is a monstorus bear-wolf monster known as the Zinogre. What many people don’t expect is that this Wolfenstein doesn’t behave like many people would think he acts. Unlike most of his kind, he’s a rather solitary and shy Zinogre.

Always had he avoided the presence of hunters, as had his mother did. He would rather flee or hide rather then fight. He also avoids causing trouble near human settlements, as he knows that the more he interacts with them, the bigger his infamously might become (though he sometimes watches Caravan traffic from a safe hiding spot). This seemed rather helpful, as he had been hunted only 4 times, all of which were accidental bump-ins.

Yet he aint no coward. If forced to fight, his lightning attacks can cause severe damage to any hunter that gets too close to him. What can make him even more angry is if the hunter wore armor of his own species in battle with he. For if one does, he will experience hell from Wolfenstein, which had been nicknamed by one of the hunters who fought the Zinogre. Either way, Wolfenstein is usually a pacifist and only fights if forced too or comes to it.

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Name: Alatosse
[Appearence]
Alatosse
Species: Human
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Rank: High Rank
Weapons/Armor:
Being a steadfast fighter, Alatosse is skilled in using two handed weapons. She keeps a dagger for protection and the basic needs. The way she fights is all about stealing resources.

She have a dual sword Kirin Blades Crafted from the lightning dragon, the dual Kirin blades are colored silver made from its horns and they are beyond the sharpness of most weapons to damage. Known for its piercing power.

Alatosse also keeps an elemental bow named Dance Break; Her arrows are as follows:
Indra Ampukkuṟi. A large burst of lightning arrow.

Berukyurosu Crafted from the lightning dragon itself. This type of lightning arrow turns yellow-orange and it will fly into the air to attempt a dive bomb capable of unleashing a massive explosion of thunder.

Palicoes: None.

Personality:
Alatosse is a level-headed and conservative individual, possessing vast knowledge and moves at her pace like the wind and critical mind like the lightning. She is reticent; not one to open up to people easily and quite judgmental but slow to anger that of burning flame. Her distance from others initially keeps her level-headed and moralistic persona intact, she balances from being laid back and level headed and will only get serious when it is called for. Step by step is her way of doing things which she got used to of methodically in a sense, Alatosse picks her own pace. No matter what the cost, she will finish the task given to her or the task she got.

Likes:
Anything Delicious
Professional Conversations
Archery
Capture Quests
Setting Traps

Dislikes:
She keeps it to herself but when she doesn't like something she'll state it.

History:
T.B.A by GM's permission.
Other:

Name: Tetravüs Krev ("Vüs" for short)



Species: Human

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Rank: High Rank

Weapons/Armor: ▼
Heavy - Duramboros S Armor with Kurogane
Light - Alloy S Armor with Wailing Ghost

Palicoes: 0

Personality: Outgoing; a little bit of a glory-hound; genuine; although rather curt sometimes, he usually means well and is an all-around good person.

Likes: Collecting things, zoology, a pint of stout, adventuring.

Dislikes: Losing things/having things stolen, wild Melynxes, kicks to the bollocks.

History: Born from the quaint fishing hamlet of Moga Village, Vüs wasn't expected to be particularly special. Throughout all his life, he had been a mere fisherman for Moga's "fleet". A life of adventure, it wasn't... until Moga Village was hit repeatedly by powerful earthquakes. A now-legendary hunter was commissioned by the Hunting Guild to resolve the issue. This individual served as inspiration for Vüs, who was longing for some more adventure in his life. After the defeat of the Moga Lagiacrus, Vüs dedicated all of his time and effort to become a hunter as skilled as one he encountered. Since then, he has move on from his humble roots from Moga and now predominantly hunts out of Port Tanzia, though he still gives Moga Village a visit to spend time with friends and relatives and partake in a hunt here and there.

*Wrong place* *Reserving this space for a new character*