Name: Potnia Theron
Age: 23
Height: 1,87m
Weight: 81 kg
Class: Druid
Race:Human

Weapons & Equipment: Along with the basics of a explorer, like rations, a canteen, druidic components and ropes she has the following equipment:
- Leather Armor
- Quarterstaff
- Sling

Skills and Abilities: She has a basic set of druid abilities, she can control nature to some extent, can speak with animals and shapeshift into one and knows a lot about poison and healing. Thanks to her life in a small village she knows a lot about hunting and living off the land.

Bio: She knows only two things about her parents: That they were part of a merchant caravan crossing Naveroth and that they lost their daughter along the way. She doesn't remember how, but that happened, she was found in the wilds a few days later by some elves and they decided to take her in. Of course living a community that disliked humans were hard, but she was a strong girl and always did the chores she received.

Her diligent behavior took the interest of some elves, one in particular offered her a start into his druidic circle. The training from there on was hard, she was sent across the swamp to deal with beasts five times her size, she would eat poisonous herbs just to train her body's resistance and at times she was left completely bare in the middle of the wild and had to survive by herself.

It took her 10 years to fully become a started druid, but at the age of 20 she was finally accepted into the circle. She could keep her training there but she felt like she needed more, she wanted to know the world, its deserts, its forests, its islands and its sea, the druids felt that it was natural, but in exchange asked for her to promise that no matter what her home would always be the village. To that she answered "My home is also the village" (And everywhere else in the world)

She did a few simple jobs with parties, nothing too amazing but enough to get her a call for the matters in Bishop Isles

Name: Manawyddan Fab Llyr is his real name, but he is known as "DarkNite".
Age: 52
Height: 1.92m
Weight: 115 kgs.
Class: Wizard
Race: Acquired powers of an elf, physical composition of a human.
Weapons & Equipment: DarkNite has a large staff made of refined oak, ornamented with rubies and holding a large gem at the end, which holds half of his power. This gems is actually the other half of the gem that he holds in the hat he is wearing, which is his source of magic.
Skills and Abilities: DarkNite main abilities refer to dark magic and illusions. With his staff (or without it as long as he has the gem), he is able to cast spells to confuse his opponent, as well as summoning dark creatures and mystical dark masses to crush or severely damage his enemy. DarkNite's abilities work best on regular humans with no defense to magic, but the stronger the human is (and the more adept to withstanding magic he is) the less effect his abilities do. His spells are also negated by the power of light. He has 4 main abilities:
Dark Matter: DarkNite summons a dark mist around his opponent. Within a fraction of a second, the mist becomes extremely dense and crushes his opponent to the floor, additionally squishing anything below it. He can also summon it on the air.
Tainted Mind: While DarkNite does not control his enemy's mind, he creates a false reality of what is going on, one that is the complete opposite or one that is a horrifying nightmare. This can also cause an unbearable head-ache.
Shadow: DarkNite sends a shadow that travels to his enemy's position and then engulfs him. Then, more 'shadowy' creatures emerge from the large shadow and hold their unwary prey, clawing him/her and waiting for their lord to beliver a deadly blow.
Wicked Strike: DarkNite charges a dark sphere on his staff and then shoots it at a high speed, hitting everything on the way and burning it.
Bio: Llyr was born in Naveroth. He was the offspring of a raped elf a land-lord, a member of the high royalty. He was overlooked his whole life and hated by many. He had magic powers but looked like a human? He was a beast who had to be exterminated. His father did not approve of his son wanting to study the magic arts, and as soon as the boy turned 15, his father left him to die on the outskirts of Naveroth. Llyr wandered for years the darkest zones of his hometown, eventually learning more and more about himself and how he could produce magic spells. However, he became interested in the dark arts in a way that was not evil. He just wanted to know about them, but he did not want to use them to hurt or wreck havoc. He did not want to resemble the despicable human being his father had been. Years went by and Llyr managed to unlock his full potential on mastering the dark arts. This brought some bad consequences, but willing to undo them, he spent the rest of his life as a vigilante; hunting or apprehending the evil-doers when the law would fail to do so.


DarkNite's alter-ego/evil persona.
Name:Nitemare.
Age:Unknown
Height:2.02m
Weight: Unknown
Class: Dark Archmage
Race: Mixture between demon and human.
Weapons & Equipment: When DarkNite morphs into his dark side, he becomes bigger and stronger. His staff grows in size, his gems do as well and become part of his body, empowering his abilities. He also gains a metallic armor.
Skills and Abilities: Unknown. All that is known is that DarkNite's abilities become incredibly powerful.
Bio: When experimenting with dark spells, DarkNite managed to merge a morph spell, a shadow spell and a mind control spell all at the same time. The result was that he became the person he always feared and denied to become, an entity only known as Nitemare. Nitemare is the evil side of DarkNite who rarely (if ever) comes to life. His powers are beyond DarkNite's imagination. However, DarkNite is not aware of this side of him.

Name: "Jericho Kaite" (Kaitra J. Elzbrn)
Age: 45 (Equivalent to 25ish with the elven side)
Height: 1.78m
Weight: 61.2kg (not counting gear)
Class: Knight
Race: Half-elf (Human Father/Elf Mother)

Weapons & Equipment
-Steel roundshield (blacksteel front with signs of a crest that had been pried out and filed down to unrecognizable scuffs)
-Masterwork longsword
-Silver Shortsword (sheathed in shield)
-The remnants of The Black Knight of Ispar's Thornplate


Bio: There began a legend that was whispered in the of Ispar some 15 years ago of a romance between a Human magician and an Elven blacksmith. That was the point when the tragedy began to come to light, and the good people of that frozen town woke up to the tale I intend to tell...

I remember watching mother train father with the sword. Sometimes the bark of wooden swords upon each other would wake me in the morning and I would watch their dance. He wasn't much, physically, heh...but he loved to cheat. With his magic, that is...
Love bound them, even after my brother was killed by the guard over petty theft.
I didn't see much of father after that, and one day, he simply never returned. Mother told me that he had left to settle the score with the man who put my brother up to the task. Soon afterwards, she wished for me to let her train me to be as good of a knight as father had come to be, so that I may use it to good unto the world where evil would manifest as your friend from birth...
I'd received my fair share of lumps and scratches from training, but I wore them like a tabard. I knew what I was doing, and so did the guard who thought I could benefit more from 'proper' training. Unlike my classmates, my first kill didn't come until it was far too late for me to learn the weight of my actions.

There was a rumor of a man clad in ebony black steel who wielded both sword and magic to accost students who hoped to make pilgrimage to the universities of Ispar. Convinced that the lead I had was solid, I hunted the rogue knight. I was certain, at first, that is was just a spook story of a bandit chieftain...until I was knee deep in my men's blood and charred remains. Every swing the man took was deliberate and calculated, though I was never harmed; a mistake I capitalized on...and a mistake on my end which proved to be my own undoing.
There did lie in the suit of steel, my father. I was so foolish, barely over myself to be able to hear anything he said. Angry, ashamed...I rejected him in the moment. I'm sure he had a reason for his actions. Rage against the town and wanting to ward off travelers in the hopes to cripple the economy? Senile descent? Inlaced evil? Some combination?
Before I could collect myself enough to ask, he was gone...leaving me in a field of scarlet-stained snow and a half tattered suit of my father's armor.
I stole what I could...and that's how the song truly ends, as I fled for Alvion with the gold wrenched from the frozen figures of the already cold corpses...and enough shame that I feared the ship would simply sink from the burden I had since come to terms with...mostly. The armor is a constant reminder. Of also, the mother who's thought the last of her family dead at the hands of her insane husband.
Her travels from port would lead Kaite through various odd jobs dealing with bandits along the way where her craft was more thoroughly honed.

Name: Orion, the Everwandering.

Age: ?

Height: 1,92 m

Weight: 98 kg

Class: Spellsword

Race: Human

Description: an old man with long, hoary hair, a well-kept beard, and light blue eyes, Orion stands taller than most men, and despite his face has been rugged by the years, his gaze reveals a mind as sharp as few. Pleasant to discuss with, his calm and fatherly behavior is fully expressed by his deep voice, often interrupting to allow him to draw a hit from his long wooden pipe, one of his two most loyal companions. Along with his armor, he is usually cloaked by a blue mantle, and covers his head with a hood or large wizard hat of the same colour. He is always closely followed by his other companion, Vox, his owl, often standing on the pauldron of his armor, which he also rarely leaves. Another prized possession of his are his many bags, backpacks and pouches, containing either seeds, dried leaves, roots, strange powders, and other such items, or strange trinkets and artifacts of varying utility, everything from a chemist's alembics to curious little items of unknown make.

Weapons and Equipment:

Runic Armor: a heavy and bulky plate armor, decorated and carved with numerous magical symbols and seals. One piece at the time, over the years this armor was forged by Orion himself through arcane means, and bears the signs of his many battles.

Seal of the Arcana: an ancient round greatshield, adorned with gleaming runes and seals of power. The shield was found in a forgotten dungeon, between the clenched arms of the skeletal body of a magician of old. Since then, Orion worked steadily to unveil the artifact's power, but some of its secrets yet escape the wizard's comprehension.

Staff of the Magus: given to him by a spirit during his journey to Arcadia, this powerful magical staff, engraved with shimmering runes, always subtly vibrates and resonates, following the rythm and melody of an unknown song: its upper end is often surrounded by an aura of occult energy, like a white flame in the darkness.

The Megatome: this burdensome tome is an ancient grimoire of sorcery, found by Orion in the depths forgotten mountain, far from the known world. Inside its glimmering pages, strange symbols and rhymes are written, used to cast spells that alter the flow of the song of the cosmos. They say that once this book was found by another brave adventurer, but what happened next has been lost to the mists of time.

Skills and Abilities:

Wall of Sound: the manipulation of the song of the cosmos is a technique mastered by Orion in decades of constant training. By altering the rythm and melody surrounding him, the wizard may perform sorcerous feats such as conjuring a solid wall of sound capable of deflecting bullets, or concentrate a sound wave to strike a mighty blow upon an enemy.

Hammer of Botany: Orion is an incredibly knowledgeable botanist and herborist. Thanks to his encyclopedic wisdom concerning plants and their uses, he may produce all kinds of poisons, drugs, potions, and the like.

Psychonauta: using psychotropic substances and plants, Orion may enter a trance-like state of communion of the song of the cosmos. In this altered state of consciousness, he may catch glimpses of the future or of things unknown, teleport through astral gates or contact the world of spirits.

Bio: born long ago in the outskirts of Alvion, Orion was the last son of a family belonging to the lower nobility of the realm. Few recollections of his childhood remain in Orion's mind: the first clear memories come from his early teenage years, during the times of the civil war. As the noble families of Alvion torn each other in bloody battles, each claiming the throne as their own, Orion's family was swept away by the tide of war: as the family mansion burned, Orion's eldest brother attempted to escape, carrying his youngest sibling with him, only to be cut down by an ambush. Orion managed to flee, ran across hills and deep forests, before taking shelter from the harsh weather inside a secluded cave, and there he collapsed, exhausted, his face crossed by streams of tears.

When Orion woke up, he found himself surrounded by the anchorets of the valleys. The old, bearded men welcomed the young orphan, barely eleven years old, into their community, as he had no other places to go. Soon, they discovered he had a talent for magic, and they taught him the ancient knowledge of the flora of the dales surrounding him. In his teenage years, Orion grew and blossomed, displaying a great interest for the natural world: he would spend entire hours walking in the deep woods, observing the magnificence of the flowering mountains. Soon, he started to wander ever farther from his valleys, discovering the beauty of the world surrounding him: the deep green leaves of the parthenoxylon, the vibrant red flowers of the callistemon, the intricate brown roots of the rhizophora. Soon, the time came when Orion asked to be left free to wander the world: the anchorets accepted, and after a long goodbye, Orion packed his things and left for his garden, the world.

Orion usually avoided great cities, preferring to keep to isolated paths and secluded villages. In these times, he gained quite a reputation among the peasants and farmers of his region, as he was known as a kind hearted man, and it was said that when he came, spring soon followed. In one of these peaceful hamlets, Orion met what perhaps was the most beautiful flower he ever saw: her name was love, and with her petals of wisteria she kept him close to her, as he with his leaves and branches of leucadendron kept her close to him, and the two became one. Yet, all flowers wither, and so did she. Disease caused her body to become cold, pale, but her heart remained warm, until death claimed her, and all that was left to Orion was an image, a spectre of felicity lost, the dried petals of a disappeared flower.

A solitary lifetime of journeys followed, after the initial winter of his soul. As seasons passed, warmth returned to Orion's heart, yet the idyll of that spring still accompanies Orion, however no more than a memory. Orion returned to travel, and while he travelled he also studied, becoming an ever more powerful magician. Soon, through song and sorcery, he could walk the realms of spirit, and the dreamlands that lie beyond the veil of sleep, from the desolate wastes of Eiriel to the towering walls of Arcadia. And there, to mysterious Arcadia, the city of a thousand lights, Orion arrived after his most arduous adventure. The gate of the city, surrounded by blossoming flowers with colors so vibrant they produced a synesthetic melody of their own, opened in a ray of blinding light, and a vision of an ancient love brought closure to his travels.

Now, Orion, in his old age, still roams the world, seeking the thrill of adventure, but also seeking someone to pass down his knowledge to, before his bones become the home of pteridophyte and erythronium, and his souls once again meets the flower of its spring.

Name: Vox

Age: ?

Height: 52 cm

Weight: 810 g

Class: owl familiar

Race: Tawny Owl, a.k.a. Owl of Sorcerers (Strix Aluco Arcana)

Description: a rather large female owl, cloaked in deep brown feathers, and with two profound dark eyes, Vox can be found perched on the pauldron of Orion's armor, observing the world around her with her penetrating gaze, capable of cutting through the thickest curtains of darkness. Sometimes, her deeply echoing call can be heard resonating in the night: also, the owl often seems to speak in Orion's ear, and some say that Vox is capable of reporting what she saw in his journeys of exploration.

Weapons and Equipment: none, other than her claws and beak: Vox is a rather peaceful owl, but not many would like to see her angry.

Skills and abilities: none in particular, unless you count flying, night vision, and a very cunning spirit of observation.

Bio: the Arcana are a rare and noble branch of the Strix Aluco, one of the greatest families of the race of Owls. They are known for their very long lifespans, and for their talent for magic: thus, they have been called "Owls of Sorcerers", as they are highly sought after by wizards. Orion found Vox when she was still inside her egg, her nest destroyed by one of the fires men had started to clear the woods, in order to make room for more fields. Orion offered the egg warmth and shelter, until it finally hatched, giving birth to Vox.

Since then, Vox has always been at Orion's side, acting as his eyes and ears, scouting the territory ahead and sometimes even attacking enemies with her claws and beak: however, she often leaves him in order to spend time with her kin, the owls of the deep forests, guardians of the ancient knowledge of the woods, and to offer her prayers to the shrines of her ancestor, high on the top of the great trees.