A behemoth battle hyena. He's 9 feet at the shoulder. His skull is the size of a hay cart. Weighing in at 350 lbs of muscle. The lumbering beasts mouth smells like a morgue. His growls sound like demons being butchered with a blunt sword. His horrendous appearance speaks nothing for his attitude, however- for he acts like an over sized puppy when with Roque.

An aid bot that specializes in healing and is aligned to the thunder element. The rapier is kept in his hip compartment.

An oni-type beast that enjoys imitating the voices of people they meet to mess with them. Kreepy has no gender. They love to tease and taunt- sometimes to a merciless degree.

Status: Docile.
Specie info: These massive bulls are prized in rural areas for their power and impressive size. They are coveted by farmers- whoever has the biggest bull is usually the best farmer- because that makes sense, right?

Status: Docile. Will charge if young are threatened.

Specie info: The grassy plains cow produces milk that's sweet and nutritious. They run in herds that litter the open fields. Its no secret that these animals have the ability to sense approaching objects- no matter the level of stealth. They skirt away at the least bit of danger. And so- grassy plains cow milk is pretty expensive, since very few manage to get their hands on some.

Legend holds that they are the reincarnated souls of children who were lost in the woods.
status: non-threatening.
The above hart has impossibly long antlers- most have smaller (albeit still tangled-like) antlers.

Status: non-threatening.

Specie info: the Moss Gecko grows algae and fungi on its body to befit the season and forest that they live in. These beasts are the size of house cats and often roam about the forest in groups of 4 or 5.

status: mischievous but otherwise harmless.

Specie info: Fairy-folk indigenous to the Degar forest. They love to pull pranks on the villagers and will often disguise themselves to walk among people. They have the tendency to glow when they are embarrassed- especially at night- and this often gives away their disguises.

status: threat.
They are an organized people that specialize in guerrilla warfare- ambushing from the trees. They have recently been allied to the Maw and their attacks on the villages have been increasing at an alarming rate. They wear battle masks of gold- fashioned in the face of their god and father Pan.

GROSS NASTY NASTY
Status: EW GET AWAY
Specie info: These spiders carry their young on their backs. They scuttle about the forest floor in search of things to STAB WITH THEIR POISONOUS LEGS. Like the common spider they inject a serum into the flesh of their victims- so their insides liquefy so they can better consume the flesh. Their bodies are camouflaged by an exoskeleton that imitates foliage. Btw they can will the eggs on their back to explode- not only killing themselves and their young- but also those standing near them.

Status: Aggressive when approached. Keep at a distance.

Specie info: They run in packs- taking down their prey like wolves would. There has been rumor that a man lives high up in the mountain with these things- sleeping in their dens and sharing in their kills.

Status: Aggressive. Avoid at all costs.

Specie info: A rare beast. The last had been spotted near the snowy top of mt. Gegaria. Very little is known about their habits.

Name: Lebelont Askeladd
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Weapon specialty: Spears

Personality:

Boisterous and aggressive, Lebelont will always be that guy who charges in head first. He is driven by the desire to achieve, so many of his decisions will be influence either on the opportunity to improve or to prove his existing skills. While he may come across as hot-headed and dim-witted, Lebelont's passion makes up for it. He has a very powerful presence and mind, something that will only translate into power as he continues to learn. Lebelont knows he has a long way to go before he becomes the best Craftknight.

Bio:

Lebelont is the son of village head. He is the second oldest of his four siblings, not including Altea. If there was one thing that could describe Lebelont, it's 'Mama's boy'. Of course Altea came along and then momma was all doting on Altea and maybe Lebelont got a bit jealous. However, he knew Altea was a good person and pretty darn strong too. Lebelont has always seen Altea as his equal and has probably grown most attached to her compared to all of his other siblings. (Mostly because Altea shared the same dream as him.)

While Lebelont originally wanted to learn how to wield and create a long sword, his small stature at 14 would discourage him. It was then when his father jokingly told him to take up the spear instead. His head filled with cool spear technique names, Lebelont bothered the local blacksmith to teach him to make a spear. He was rejected many times before his persistence paid off.

After that, he started to grow taller and taller. However, Lebelont is still sticking with his trusty spear.

[See more at Altea's bio.]

Name: Altea Askeladd
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Weapon specialty: Glaives

Personality:

Altea is an amiable person who keeps her feelings locked away. She speaks and laughs freely, and is known to be brutally honest and ever-enduring. However, Altea does not form attachments easily. To those who manage to worm their way inside her heart, expect lots of shy love. Altea may seem a bit meek at first but she is in fact very cunning and quick-on her feet. She shares a fiery passion with her brother to also become one of the best Craftknights.

Bio:

Altea's real surname is Mereski. Her mother died when she was young, leaving young Altea to fend for herself. Her father was a Craftknight who was never home because he was out travelling to rural places where wild summon beasts ruined farms and killed people. Unfortunately, he vanished and was presumed dead. With no parents, the head of her village (Lebelont's father), took Altea in as it was his duty to take in young orphan children until they turned 18. However, Lebelont's mother, who never had any daughters took Altea as one of her own children.

Thus began Altea's real childhood that was filled with love. She was given a place to call home - a mother and a father who stayed home to raise his children the right way.

Altea met Lebelont when she was 10 years old and Altea found herself slowly drawn to the tiny little boy. Lebelont, fondly called Lebie at the time, would always spout off some random nonsense about becoming the best Craftknight. His parents and other siblings would just scoff at him. Altea knew it was a far-fetched dream, nevertheless, she found her own heart wanting to become a Craftknight like her father.

When Altea found Lebelont being beaten by some boys one day, she promptly kicked their butts and helped Lebelont stand up. Little Lebie thanked her and then challenged her to a duel right off the bat.

"I'll beat you Altea!" Lebie would shriek in his unusual high voice. And she would beat up Lebie too.

The following years, Altea and Lebelont would duel each other during their free time. At seventeen, their battle statistics amounted to this: 4023 clashes; 1540 wins to Altea, 1539 wins to Lebelont, and 944 draws. While their dueling matches could be seen as playful, their clashes eventually shaped how the two fought in the future. Plus, little Lebie was no longer little - much to Altea's disappointment.

During those good years, Altea learned from a nearby village's blacksmith who specialized in glaives. Eventually, she would surpass her teacher so she left for Degar with Lebelont when he turned 18.

Name: Aletta 'Tal' Rilynn
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Weapon specialty:

Personality: Aletta is a reasonably quiet person, tending to stay calm and level headed and going about unnoticed. This isn't to say that she dislikes people, in fact she prefers to spend time around others. She just has a tendency to say very little. She is generally quite a collected person, one to think through her actions rather than rush into something. She is a good team player, but has a tendency to follow along with others a bit too much.

Bio: Born to a relatively well off family in Degar, Tal is the youngest of three. With an older brother to inherit and an older sister to be married into another family she was always somewhat reduntant. She was rather close to her older brother and it was him who first taught her to use a bow. She had a natural talent with this kind of weapon, and quickly worked on honing this skill. It was something her parents never particularly approved of.
She began to learn how to craft bows only a few years ago, liking the idea of making her own. Against her parents' wishes she went more and more down a path that would lead her to craft and use these weapons for a living. Now she has decided pursue a goal she has secretly harboured for a long time; to become a Craftknight

Name: Sairse 'Sai' (Unknown Surname)
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Weapon specialty:

Personality: A rather harsh person, Sairse has little tolerance for those she views as weak. She has a raw intelligence and cunning though she has been untaught and has never truly learnt to read or write. Her trust and respect are both things that are difficult to gain, and in general she is unlikely to like people she has only just met. However she is a rather confident person, somewhat flirtatious and headstrong. She has little regard for others feelings and will speak her mind whether it is hurtful or not. Above all she is a survivor, and will do what she can to stay alive.

Bio: Born in the capital, to a poorly mother who died within four years and an unknown father Sairse has spent most of her life looking out for herself. The only thing she possessed of her father was a dagger left as a gift for her mother. Sai was young when her mother died and with little to do she forced to take to the streets. Here she was taken under the wing of a few other children such as herself and learnt to put her knives to good use, and the natural agility and speed she had been born with. She learned to defend herself and survive where there was no place for the weak. She became a rather skilled thief, something that she still views as useful.
Her life changed somewhat when she made an attempt to steal from a blacksmith, a dagger that caught her attention. However she wasn't quite good enough to get out with it. The blacksmith took pity in the young girl, only twelve at the point, and decided to take her in. It was from him that she learnt to craft the weapon she had grown to love and honed her skills more, though she still felt the urge to steal. After five years learning from the blacksmith she left in the night. While she was grateful for what she had been taught she had no wish to make that her future. For two years she travelled from town to town, until now she has reached Degar.

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Bacchus. This fairy-type can shape-shift his hands into either fists or... those things. He does not speak. Despite being a crushing machine he has a gentle side- he enjoys watching nature, quite like an awestruck child. His ice-alignment, however, makes it almost impossible for him to deal with fires (candles are fine- but anything larger agitates him). The vocal noises he makes sounds like stones grinding against one another.