Standing at five feet and eight inches, Ward falls a tiny bit under average height. His bright blonde hair and striking blue eyes convey the conventional Water Kingdom citizen. He is built for pure cardiovascular endurance, having the body of an athlete despite his lack of actual training. That was a joke, the man actually has a great workout regime and is very strict about his physique. He tends to wear commoner clothing because he isn't much into the fancy fancy ordeal.

Tending to be easy-going around nearly everyone he meets, Ward has obtained a great reputation in the Water Kingdom. He loves to joke around when appropriate and expresses himself without the fear of repercussions. Ward's come to find out that his mouth does still get him in trouble from time to time, but hey! It's who he is, so he don't care. Anyhow, whenever duty calls, he is capable of completely changing from this joker or rational being, to one of complete and utter earnestness. He adapts to every situation he is in and changes his character accordingly. But at the end of the day he's a chill guy who's addicted to smokes and the sound of a peaceful breeze.

Aside from his handy dandy home made sniper rifle - which he created after studying Earth Kingdom's weaponry - Ward has also been able to make a portable hand pistol and a couple of smoke grenades. In addition to his mechanical innovative abilities, the man is a hell of a shot according to Water Kingdom's Royals. Has he missed a target before? Hell yes! But that doesn't mean he didn't get em on the second or third or even fifteenth shot. Eventually they all fall - that's his motto.

Name: Solomon Ambrosius
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'2", With tawny skin and well muscled. He has a moderately large, silky beard that reaches his chest. HIs hair is black and reaches past his shoulder blades, and he generally wears it either loose, in a pony tail, or a high bun.


Kingdom: Earth Kingdom
Persona: Serious and honorable, Solomon is a the near-epitome of a knight. however, he is also very blunt and a bit tactless, and lies through omission. However he is also kind and gentle when he needs to be.

Post Example:
Solomon Ambrosius was a solemn man, saying little and smiling less. But as he watched the children frolicking in the grain fields in his village's communal farming plot, he could not help but smile sadly at the sight. The children were refugees from the outskirts of the Earth Kingdom, and their parents had died shortly after they had arrived. His family had been appointed the marquess of the border region, and had faithfully guarded it from incursions from raiders, and more recently, Water and Air kingdom invaders. The children had been adopted by some of the family's household staff, and were adjusting to their new life. The pitiful groan at his feet returned his attention to the matter that was before him. The reason why the children were orphans laid at his feet.
The family had hired a guide to take them to the Ambrosius' manor, but on the road were confronted by bandits, and he fled the family. Solomon had been patrolling with some of his soldiers when they had come upon the man, fleeing on his horse. Apprehending him, the soldiers forced his story out. When the man was finished with his tale, Solomon ordered him arrested, and taking 5 of his group of 10, swiftly rode to the scene. The bandits were toying with the children, having already killed the parents, when Solomon and his contingent burst through the brush. Seeing the cruelty before him, he smote three of the 15 bandits in one blow, caving their chests with the force of his blade. It was not a battle, not even a skirmish, lasting shorter than 5 minutes as Solomon butchered the bandits in rage. Eventually 5 of the bandits, who had just moved into the area, surrendered and when Solomon returned to the manor, he had them hanged.
Now the head of his blade, an ancestral glaive given to his ancestor by a Sky Kingdom knight, rested above the treacherous guide's neck, not breaking skin. "By your cowardice and dishonor a grave crime has happened. You who carries the horn of the Guide's Guild, who faltered in your duty, who did not sound your horn to alert the manor to your plight, prostrate yourself before my feet to receive your just due." Solomon declared, as he raised the glaive above his head, "You have failed your duty, and in turn made me fail mine. To the Shadowy Isles I dismiss you from this life." The kneeling man, feeling his end nigh, attempted to escape his restraints and let a pitiful cry as the blade seperated his body form his head. "Burn in hell, dishonorable scum," Solomon sneered at the beheaded corpse, "and return not to plague me any further."

Equipment:
-Enchanted Glaive/Guandao called Emerald Wyvern (See above pic): An enchanted weapon that raises the users physical capabilities to superhuman levels. It also enchanted to never break, never rust, and never dull. (50 lbs)

-Enchanted Armor: His Ancestral suit of armor that can blocking any piercing attack, and reduce blunt force to the covered areas. see pic below



Ability/Magic/Technology:
Almost unnaturally skilled with the glaive, Solomon has few tricks up his sleeves. while strong enough to wield the heavy glaive skillfully in one hand, the glaive makes him even stronger and faster. His family, the Ambrosius name which is derived from the old Earth Kingdom tongue for immortal, is well known for their healing magic, for both themselves and their allies. Other than this, Solomon has no other abilities.

Name: Hazel Daphiat

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Hazel is a youthful girl with soft white skin, framed by a cascade of long straight light red hair that reaches down to the small of her back. She has a small frame, which is exaggerated by her small stature, as she stand at a meager 4'8". Hazel has a heart-shaped face adorned with deep green eyes. Despite her comparatively small stature she carries an air of confidence, walking with a surefooted gait that seems to exude some deep power hidden in her small body, oft earning the attention of those around her. Even though you might think she would slip by unnoticed due to her size it seems that she is often noticed simply due to this odd aura she has. However her cute appearance and seemingly commanding air hides the truth of her...

Kingdom: Sky Kingdom

Persona: Hazel is a terrible person. She has been described as stubborn, brash, overconfident, presumptuous, mean, egotistical, hot-headed, wrathful, and vain. Her defining feature is her cocksureness: As far as she is concerned she has no equal in the fields of spellcraft, beauty, and charm. She thinks herself absolutely witty and charming even if this is entirely untrue. She is often rude to strangers, and feels a sense of superiority over her peers. She is wrathful and petty and never gives up on a grudge. She has an amazingly short fuse and is very readily angry, having absolutely no control over her emotions, going from seemingly happy to angry in the span of seconds. This has all been fed by the fact that she is indeed very powerful and pretty, and the fact that she is a hormonal teenager who happens to be one of the most powerful mages to be produced by the Sky Kingdom.

She does, however, have a few redeeming traits. She is very studious and determined. She did not just gain her power from natural ability, but also years of research and training. She is also a loyal friend, despite what some may think. She currently has none, so if she were to happen upon people that she can call 'friend' she would fight for and protect them fiercely.

However Hazel wears this persona like a mask. In reality her outward attitude is her overcompensating to hide her real feelings. Her overwhelming overconfidence hides the deep sadness she feels due to her past. She has convinced herself that she is above others so she doesn't feel the toll of not having a person to truly call her friend. Her overwhelming anger and wrath is a vent, a way to release the hatred she feels towards the world. In truth Hazel is just a lonely girl that wishes someone would love her, because she has found no love from family or friends.

Post Example: The world turned red. Hazel knew this feeling. It was pain. Excruciating and overwhelming. But it was not physical pain. Instead it came from deep inside, and it exploded, lashing out, seeking any target possible for her wrath. It seemed that everything was distant. She wasn't her. She was not Hazel Daphiat. She was not scared, or lonely, or sad. She was all malice. It was pain, but it felt good, because she knew she had power. She knew they were afraid. She knew that they knew that she could destroy a block of buildings if they pushed her the wrong way. And the fear made her feel powerful.

In short, her anger was hot and vicious and she couldn't possibly more furious. She huffed aloud and turned her attention to the servant who was now begging for her forgiveness. "What do you think you are doing?! Are you trying to anger me?!" Hazel's small staff of servants were completely incompetent. Hazel was keep under close watch by the Sky Kingdom, but one of the perks afforded by her status as a mage with such great potential was that they took very good care of her, as her parents were unfortunately unable to fulfill the task, dead as they were. She was kept in a fancy estate that was more of a prison then a home, but she enjoyed a great degree of luxury. Knowing her fiery temper they thought it best to appease her, which worked most of the time, except when someone made a mistake.

The servant was still stammering apologies. Hazel look back down at her dress, now richer a small wine stain due to the server's incompetence. She turned around, seeking out the head of her household, the closest thing to a 'caretaker' the young girl, the head servant that seemed to be the only semi-competent person around. "Winston! I want him fired immediately!" He nodded. "Yes m'lady, I'll take care of it right away. The bumbling fool was escorted out. The room quickly emptied, and all that remained were a pair of guards. They're not my guards, they're my jailers. She knew it in the back of her head. All of this luxury she was given, all of the servants, dresses, expensive things, it was all to contain her. It worked, but a part of her knew what was happening. More than anything, she wanted a taste of freedom.

She counted. It had been 10 years since she had spent a day in the world outside of her solitary prison. But the time would come soon. Soon, she would no longer be a captive, but would instead be given away as a military asset. It was a continent way for the Sky Kingdom to get rid of a very volatile problem.

Equipment: Hazel does not use sword, shields, hammers, bows, arrows, axes, maces, or any sort of martial weapon. She is above that. As for armor she also possesses none. Armor to her is a hindrance, and after all, why would one as powerful as her have need of barbaric protection like that? Magic and her natural talents are all Hazel thinks she needs.

Ability/Magic/Technology: Hazel is a completely inept fighter, but instead has the gift of magic. Incredibly powerful magic. The flame of magic burns brightly within her, and she has studied for as long as she could read to expand her talent. She knows magic of all sorts, but has a propensity for destruction. Whether it be through a great conflagration, or a massive earthquake, or a large clap of thunder summoned down upon her opponent, or even a blast of sheer arcane energy, she can bend the power of nature to destroy and demolish. However her talents are not only limited to destruction, as she has studied a great many schools of magic: She is versed in the arts of healing, illusion, the power to strengthen and empower others, and to use her power to manipulate the world around her. While some focus on one magical field and learn every in and out of it, Hazel instead knows many magical skills but has not become a true master in any.