Appearance:


Name/Nickname:
Eovaine Tervall / The Blue Demon

Quote:
"Stay out of the shadows, for you will only be met with hatred."

Gender:
Male

Race:
Elf

Personality:
Despite his rather harsh past, Eovaine is a nice person, which is strange considering he was also an assassin and spy for the elves before he fled the concave. However, he strongly believes in treating others as he would want to be treated, and thinks that in treating others kindly the world will somehow make everything up to him.

Eovaine is also a very pragmatic elf. When he has an assignment or a kill that he has to do, he will throw away all his emotions and kill the target without second thought. This has caused him grief in the past and some of his assassinations haunt him still, especially the final contract that he took before he left the conclave. He deals with usually by ignoring it, or by making himself happier by putting a smile on someone else's face.

If one were to look deeply into Eovaine's eyes, they would see deep rooted depression. He hides this expertly, as it had been affecting him a good portion of his life, and like how he deals with most problems, when he has a particularly dark day, he either tries to make someone else besides himself happy or spends time with nature to look at how beautiful the world was made.

History:
Eovaine is the third child of his family and the only boy. Once he was able to stand and carry a sword, his father began training him by taking him away from the family into a secluded training ground where they would be alone and where he could practice day in and day out. The idea of the harsh training at first intimidated the young elf, but he soon found that he was enjoying the training, and enjoying spending time with his father who taught him the values of kindness and respecting the beauties of nature. When they weren't training, they were talking, and they talked about many things and often ventured into the woods and forests, sometimes staying silent for hours simply watching. Although he didn't understand at the time, the quiet moments were tactfully done by his father to teach the young elf patience as his father was constantly telling him that impatience was the bane of success.

As his training continued, Eovaine's father began teaching him how to use most weapons, and after several years of intense training he was a master with the daggers and adept with every other weapon. Once his father could teach him no more, he asked him to join the military, and although he disliked the thought of killing, he knew that the military was mostly inactive and only kept as glorified guards, so he accepted his father's request and joined. When he joined, he was moved off into the training camps where he stayed in a small cabin with four other elves. The first few months were conditioning their bodies to take on and handle the harshness of war, and Eovaine having gone through years of training with his father was nearly at the peak of his condition. His commanding officers took notice of his physique, but it wasn't until combat training that they realized just how valuable Eovaine was.

A few weeks later, he was pulled out of training and he met with a scarred elf that told him he wouldn't be joining the military, instead he would be joining the Silent Blades, a paramilitary intelligence organization of assassins and spies that used covert ops to protect the their nation's interests. He would have declined and turned away, except the scarred elf told him that his father used to be a high ranking officer in the organization, which eventually convinced Eovaine to join. Training for him was short, only lasting five years which fine tuned his skills with the daggers and other weapons by teaching him how to use the environment to his advantage and how to hide in plain site. Of course, they also taught him how to use the shadows and remain undetected when outside of the conclave.

When his training was done, he was assigned small intelligence operations within the conclave, to gather information from the high ranking elves within the society, or silently take down troublesome fey that the national guard couldn't touch due to their power or other nuances of politics that stayed their hand. This continued for a decade until his first mission outside of the conclave was given to him. He was to travel with a caravan under the guise of as the caravan guard to the Vornaric Imperium where he was to spy on a few well known nobles that were a little too open about their desire for revenge on the fey. He watched the nobles and spied on them continuously for nearly three years, going back and forth with the caravan and discussing his findings with his superiors, that the place was a game of politics and each family had many enemies and many friends. After gathering information on each of the friends and enemies of those families, he was tasked with leading a small group of assassins to take out the families and make it seem like their enemies took them out.

The assassinations were done flawlessly, the caravans continued to go into the Vornaric Imperium and Eovaine continued to follow them under his usual guide, to follow up on the assassinations and make sure that things were in order. He returned and reported that most of the noble families were talking about the assassinations and that they were convinced it had been other families that took out his targets.

A few years later, he was sent to the free cities under the guise of a wealthy merchant's son who set out to make a name for himself in the trade business, and he was tasked with spying and gathering information on a particular city lord. However, things went amok a few months into his assignment. He was beginning to set up shop when a group of guards came to him with their weapons drawn, and although he was able to easily take them out, he restrained his hand until one of the guard's visages faltered and Eovaine was able to see that it was an elf. He was about to engage when a blast of fire clouted him in the face, and although Eovaine was able to douse the fire with his own magic, it left him badly scarred and he fled the fight before anymore damage could be done to him.

Back within the conclave, his superiors set him on the sidelines while his wounds healed, and they told him because of his now unique face, he could no longer go beyond the conclave for spying. Eovaine took the news hard, and spent several years with little contact from his superiors and other elves. It was in that time that the Presidium summoned him. Curious as to why they would call him, he went to the three floating spires and stood at their base where he heard their voices in his head as they informed him that the commanding officer of the Silent Blades had been compromised and was leaking vital information to the Vornaric Imperium, they then tasked him with taking out his commander. Knowing full well what that would mean, he set out and commissioned a a blue demon mask and unique armour set from one of his blacksmith friend.

It took several months to gather the materials and make his request, and during that time, Eovaine was mentally and physically preparing himself to take down the leader of the paramilitary intelligence organization. When he received his armour, he paid his friend for his trouble and began stalking his commanding officer for several more months. His opportunity to strike at him came when the elf left Ryn to go meet with his family, and Eovaine struck in the middle of the road under the darkness of night. The commander had been camping with several of his guards when Eovaine struck, taking down the three guards with ease and went for the scarred elf. The fight lasted for several minutes before Eovaine managed to impale the elf with his own blade in the heart. After his kill he stood there for some moments in silence then walked back to Ryn where he would say his goodbyes to his own family.

When he reached his family's home, he found his father with his weapon out with five other Silent Blade members all facing Eovaine. His father told him that he betrayed the order by killing the commander and that the Order always takes care of its own, with or without the blessings of the Primordial. He fought off the five assassins, killing three of them, and managed to maim his father before he ran out of Ryn. On the outskirts of the capital, he used his skills to evade the rest of the assassins until he left the conclave entirely, and fled into the free cities.

On the outside, he found that the prosecution and hatred he faced for being an elf was increased when not under the guise of a merchant, and although he disliked the treatment he took it in stride as it was a far better fate than what awaited him within the Conclave. He was also aware that the Silent Blades would be hunting him, trying to find him in order to kill their defected traitor, and he knew that if he didn't have a group of allies protecting him he would be as good as dead, either by the other races or by his elven kin. Then he recalled the mention of of a renowned adventuring group called the Iron Mountain and traveled to their base of operations in Highwinter where he joined the group.

Martial Skills:
- Sneaking - Eovaine is a master at using the shadows and the night to his advantage. His patience only makes his skill more effective and will sometimes use fear tactics to cause discord within his enemies' ranks.

- Combat - Eovaine has mastered all sorts of weapons but feels most comfortable with his daggers. He is lithe, quick, and can take down multiple enemies single handedly quite easily.

Passive Skills:
- Trade - Having spent a long time with the trade caravans, Eovaine has learned a few tricks in getting the price he wants for certain items and can convince others to buy whatever he might sell at ridiculously overpriced prices.

- Cooking - Spending a lot of time by himself and with caravansary has taught him how to cook and become quite adept at it.

- Hunting - Although Eovaine hasn't hunted much before, he uses the skills he learned to track and take down his skills, seeing it as something slightly similar to the work he used to do.

- Alchemy - He can make interesting concoctions, although most of them tend to medicinal or poisonous.

Magic Skills:
N/A

Inventory:
Poison - Eovaine always carries a couple of vials of poison on his person in case he gets in trouble and needs to douse his weapons with them.

Throwing stars - Eovaine's favoured ranged weapon.

Other:
Eovaine's favourite food is the apple pie, and he would kill a person to get it if he could.

Appearance:
Erik Volker stands at 5'9. His hair is brown with tinges of red, looking similar to Cherry wood, and reaches just past his ears. Erik's eyes are a twinkling blue, and his face is young, his cheeks and chins only recently encroached by hair.

Despite being no stranger to war, his face has emerged unscathed, and lacks blemishes. His smile is nice and toothy, while his nose resembles a the beak of many birds of prey, his pronounced and high cheek bones making the bird resemble all the more powerful.

Once beneath the neckline, his chosen profession becomes much more apparent. His chest, back, and arms are a patchwork of scar tissue from his short and violent career. Pockmarks from bolts, the straight lines of swords cutting, and the ragged tears of beast's claws. His legs have been spared the majority of the wounds, as legs are not common targets in a fight, but they are no stranger to wounds. This motley quilt of wounds past serves as book as scrapbook of failures and fights, and as a visual warning that Erik knows his way around a fight.

Name/Nickname:
Erik Volker

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Name/Nickname:
Lazuli

Gender:
Male

Race:
Golem

Appearance:

Jericho is an attractive, youthful-looking man. He is not the largest, standing at around 5'7,” but he was born with an athletic body that has only grown stronger over the years. Jericho is nimble and coordinated with his greatest strength lying in his speed and quickness. He is naturally fair-skinned, but hundred of hours in the sun throughout his life has tanned him to an almond color. He has deep brown eyes and high, pronounced cheekbones. Because of an injury that never fully healed, Jericho's nose is slightly crooked, turning towards his left ear and back to the middle just where his nasolabial crease meets his nostrils. His buckskin-colored hair is shaved short on the sides and left long on the top, resulting in a messy pseudo-mohawk and suggesting a negligence from a child too concerned with other things to worry about his appearance.

Like many other youths working in the streets, Jericho has noticeable tattoos and piercings. In his left ear hang three thin, worn bronze rings, poorly shaped and hastily incorporated into his upper cartilage just above a thicker, golden ring that sparks the lust of many thieves and cutthroats. In his right ear is a simple chain earring that hangs down into a feather, representing his god, The Architect, lifting him up as if he could fly on his faith. From his right hand halfway into his right breast, Jericho's tattoos reflect intricately worked patterns in black, featuring two main images. The first is on his shoulder: a bright red rose with silver petals, his adoptive families names on each of the petals in charcoal colored script. The other is on his bicep: a beautiful mermaid that can be found on many other aspiring pirates.

Name/Nickname:
Jericho Dreaver

Quote:
“My God and Brothers over Me.”

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Personality:
On the surface, Jericho is jovial and always joking. He is genuinely filled with joy; however, his charisma and humor do not always reflect his inner thoughts. Though very confident and happy with himself for most of his life, he cannot fight his own mind which is constantly introspective. This conflict stems from the two biggest callings in his life: his devotion to The Church of the Architect and his earthly ambitions. Raised to center every aspect of his life and personality around his faith in The Architect, Jericho, like many other youths, often fill their days with more pragmatic efforts. He is influenced by his adoptive parents and brothers and sisters in his faith to stay true to his beliefs and values but simultaneously led astray by his friends in the streets and senior members of pirate gangs that rule many neighborhoods in the Free Cities. Jericho's internal conflict is accentuated by the fact that he is valued by both groups of people in his life. His passion and intelligence would make him an excellent priest or teacher for the Church, and his leadership causes others to look to him for inspiration and guidance. These personal strengths work in similar ways in his street gang life. In the constant warfare between troubled youths, Jericho's passion and intelligence is paired with his lithe, athletic body. His charisma has always helped him to stir up a following, especially among the misguided youth that constitute his friends. Both groups see Jericho as one fully devoted to their own world, pulling him apart between vastly different responsibilities.

In any aspect of his life, Jericho strongly values brotherhood and friendship. He doesn't feel whole unless he is surrounded by others. He feels supreme joy when working together with others for a greater cause, and loves to view himself within the bonds of a tightly-knit group. He makes sure to embed himself firmly in the middle of any social group he decides to be a part of, building individual relationships with every single person to make sure that he is never alienated or outcast. This sense of brotherhood for Jericho is stronger in no other relationship than the one with his late adoptive brother, Strom Stormgaard. A large man with a not-so-large intelligence level, Strom is fiercely loyal to Jericho, and has always worked hard to make sure that he is always the closest person to his adopted brother. Jericho loves his brother, and, although younger and smaller, he has always known that he is Strom's biggest role model. Because of this he is often condescending to his brother, holding himself to the highest standard and trying to model him after himself. With the same sense of humor, passtimes, and conflict over faith and life, he has clearly succeeded. Strom's death is the hardest challenge that Jericho has ever faced, and the internal storm of guilt and longing threatens never to cease.

History:
Jericho's parents, peasants who worked the land in the Vomaric Imperium, wanted more for their firstborn child, so they, along with a few other peasant families, plotted to escape these lands for a life away from oppression. When word of this planned escape reached the noble who owned the lands, a small army was raised to beat the conspiring defectors back into compliance. Before the noble's plan could come to fruition, the Dreavers, along with their closest and most-trusted friends, another family with a young boy called the Stormgaards, fled eastward in the middle of the night. Through they didn't even stop to gather more than a couple bags full of their belongings, it wasn't too long before they were run down by a score of the noble's warriors on horseback. To save their son and their friends, both of Jericho's parents stalled the warriors, allowing the Stormgaards to escape with their child, but resulting in their death and the orphaning of baby Jericho. The Stormgaards immediately decided to adopt Jericho into their family, and eventually the new family of four reached one of the city-states formerly of the Qalini Magocracy and now part of what was known as the Free Cities.

The Stormgaards worked hard to make a life for their two boys, but this new world had its own challenges. The oppression of the Imperium's aristocracy was replaced by piracy, thugs, and gang violence all throughout the streets. A good and honest family, the Stormgaards avoided these troubles, and became well-respected members of their neighborhood and of their church – the Stormgaards immediately found a group of fellow followers of The Architect, something that was much more difficult in the Free Cities than in the Imperium. Both Jericho, and the Stormgaards' biological son, Strom, were raised in the church to be devout followers of The Architect who created the whole world and everyone inhabiting it. Though the two boys grew up to be important members of the congregation, they were also tempted by the lucrative life promised by various thugs and senior gang members on the streets.

Both Jericho and Strom made various friends and connections in the streets. What started as innocent children playing different sports in the streets soon became innocent children unassumingly running drugs or working other missions for people in the street gangs. This inevitably led to more sinister activities, with all of the now-teenagers learning to fight or move illicit drugs or even rob and kidnap. Jericho and Strom never took part in any of the harsher, more dangerous activities like some of their friends, as their relationships with The Architect and their partial obedience to their parents held them back. They were, however, often tempted into things like smoking some of the hallucinogenic herbs or participating in some of the gang violence connected to the rivalry between different pirate lords. Both boys used their different strengths, Jericho's speed and agility and Strom's brute strength, to become respected thugs, working their way up the ranks into more and more respected positions. Jericho built up a strong following amongst the other misguided youths, though he was always plagued by guilt. Through Strom was similarly conflicted, he was much less introspective, often accepting anything the way it was as long as the person he trusted most, Jericho, told him how it was supposed to be.

Before he was 19, Jericho's crew was widely feared among the streets. From Strom to the twin Cameron and Christian Brideson, the deadshot Yann Miru, Sun the polearm-weilding monkey, the little thief Jory Rabbitfingers, the monstrous badger warrior Noren, and the beautiful but dangerous Lyanna, the youths ran their tiny little chunk of their city with both deadly skill and a strict moral code imposed by their leader, Jericho. Their dominance was so complete, they became over-confident. When Jory was attacked and robbed by a notoriously underhanded gang of mapepo, his crew immediately looked to take retribution and make a statement. They knew how to put smaller gangs in their place, but what they didn't realize was that a deeper issue was at stake.

The small gang of ratmen was only the bait; laying behind the trap were no less than five other groups that had conspired to bring down the ruling crew. When Jericho and his friends went to war, they were slaughtered, only Jericho, Noren and Cameron escaping alive, all three heavily injured. The coming weeks would see Noren pass away from his injuries and Cameron losing his battle with depression and taking his own life. Jericho had made one simple mistake, and, because of it, he had lost everything.

Death is a curious thing with regards to faith. Many times a death will bring family and friends closer together and closer to their god or gods. Grief and pain are channeled into positive, passionate thoughts to escape from the depressing sorrow that lies underneath. People fill their time with things to take their minds off of the loss that they have experienced, and religion can be ideal in filling this gap.

This was not so for Jericho. Spiraling into guilt and depression, the young boy felt completely lost. He completely disconnected from everything he knew, not knowing how to face either his parents or the others at his church. His relationship with The Architect was completely lost, for Jericho blamed his god for what had happened almost as much as he blamed himself. With nothing remaining from his previous prosperity, Jericho ran away from the place that had been his home for nearly his entire life. This escape closely mirrored that of his parents; however, his parents were leaving to escape their demons while Jericho was taking his with him.

With no direction in the world, Jericho figured that he would move to Highwinter and try to find work with The Iron Mountain Adventuring Company. He didn't trust himself to lead any longer, and he didn't have anyone that he cared about left anyway. He decided to subordinate himself to something larger and new, working towards something, though he didn't know what. With the religious faith and the gang life that had characterized every aspect of his previous life lost to him, the young man, still in his early twenties, looked to salvage the wreckage he perceived his life to be.

Martial Skills:
-Swashbuckler-style Swordfighting: Jericho's quick, nimble body is perfect for this quick and daring, parry-riposte fighting. He combines quick, intricate footwork with precise lunges and slashes. He darts in and out of battle, even with a small space, utilizing his entire surrounding area. Taking his time - surprisingly disciplined underneath a flamboyant facade - Jericho's sudden panache and courage in his killing strike is rarely anticipated by his opponents.
-Armguard: Jericho wears a sturdy, hardleather guard on his left hand, useful for parrying strikes. Because he doesn't use an actual shield, Jericho makes sure not to ever be forced to block any blows outright, instead making sure to dodge or partially dodge any attacks, deflecting any glancing blows to prevent any small amount of damage.

Passive Skills:
-Charisma: Jericho's warm, extroverted personality pairs with his natural tendency to lead. Often underestimated because of his age and appearance, Jericho's clear, powerful voice has won many people over during his lifetime.
-Memory: Jericho has an affinity for memorizing things, often directly quoting jokes he has heard or inspiration from books about his god, The Architect.

Magic Skills:
N/A

Inventory:
-Sabine (cutlass): Because of his swashbuckling style of fighting, Jericho prefers to use either the sabre or the cutlass – utilizing both stabbing and slashing techniques. This is his favorite weapon, Sabine. She has aided him well in the close-quarters, alleyway combat of his youth, being shorter than a sabre. Her heavy, metal guard often proves vital in the protection of Jericho's skilled, delicate fingers. One the blade, just above the hilt is inscribed the word 'fraternity,' reflecting the value Jericho places in brotherhood.
-Set of Small Daggers concealed in his boots and hanging openly on his belt
-Book of The Church of the Architect

Other:
N/A

To those still crafting your CSs please take your time and please not feel rushed. To those that are done and dwelling about I have a few questions that I shall shoot out at this moment. Just an informal thing at the moment to gauge some things. It also gives us a chance to maybe get to know one another all a little better. You are in no way shape or form obligated to answer but if you do I would appreciate it!