Name: Erich Hellberg
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 45
Class/Job: Jarl of Reisui
Description:

Biography: Erich Hellberg challenged the previous Jarl to single combat five years ago and obviously defeated him. The fight was honorable and just and once it was over Erich being the great lord of the region. Him and his wife Arielle live within the longhouse. She is a shield maiden and still believes she is one despite her new role now. Erich had trained and fought for the day he would take the mantle of Jarl. He did many fine acts such as lead raids upon orc villages and purging the filth of goblinkin from the land.

Erich was known as the Goblinkiller, for his hate for them grew every passing day as they raided the outlying farms and the villages storage buildings. He put out a bounty himself the day he became Yarl. The bounty was for each goblin head presented to him the hunter would be provided with 100 gold pieces. It did not take long before his territory was void of the ugly creatures. The campaign was such a success he decided to focus on other exploits. Like orc slaying, he knew there were civil orcs as well but they lived in the safety of this village or that of the city. It was the barbaric tribes who followed the great one eyed orc that he had his eyes set on.

At the Tavern, Blacksmith, and both the Goods and Alchemical shop he had a posting placed for a new bounty. Nailed right next to the Goblin one. This time he raised the ammount. Bigger the prey, bigger the pay. He set the pointy to 300 gold pieces per orc head, 100 extra if the orc was that of a shaman or chief. He was determined rid his territory of their filth and would not stop until they were gone. He hated them. Rumor has it that his mother was killed and raped by orcs, and his youngest brother was tortured and sacrificed by that of goblinkin.
Possessions: A cygnet ring made of silver with a large red ruby in the center, and a circlet or crown made of gold with a large Emerald in the center and small rubies on the sides. At his right hip or close by him is his badge of office. A large well crafted broad sword. Forged by the smith in the village specificly for him.

Demeanor: Calm and Understanding. He is friendly to those who deserver his kindness. However, his demeanor changes if a orc walks in, it isn't that he treats them with ill intentions it is just you can tell he tries his best to tolerate them. Only one orc he tolerates and that is the blacksmith.

Name: Arielle Hellberg
Race: Elf
Sex: Female
Age: 250
Class/Job: Shield Maiden of Reisu
Description:

Biography: It is a mystery as to how Arielle and Erich came to marry. If you asked her she would like tell you it was none of your business. Rumor has it that she was a elf captive by one of the many orc villages Erich had attacked. When he saved her it was love at first sight. Her beauty was undeniably desirable to him and she claimed to him that she had a dept to pay for his rescue. It was there that their relationship must have blossomed if such a event did occur. There are other rumors on the grape vine ,but whether they are true or not is only left for debate seeing as neither Erich nor Ariella has disclosed it.

One thing is for certain though, they both hate orcs and goblinkin with high regards. She will not hesitate to commision a hunt if even the slightest rumor was sent her way of a infestation some where. After their treatment of her and her kin that were not as lucky as she was, she gave them no quarter. Each one would die by the blade and with the reward so high it was hard for anyone to resist.
Possessions: A Elven Nodachi and a round golden shield of elven make. The shield itself is only wielded when she is out of the village hunting. Other then that only her sword is by her side. She wears a silver tiara on her head and a a pair of silver silk like wings that hang behind her.

Demeanor: Fierce and Unforgiving; It is hard to gain her trust and easy to have it ripped away. She looks to all outsiders with unbiased affection ,unless they are of the orc or goblin variety. If one dared to enter the longhouse she would relieve her self immidiatly. Unless that orc is the blacksmith.

Name: Gorgamesh "The Crazed"
Race: Orc
Sex: Male
Age:38
Class/Job: Fighter/ Blacksmith
Description: The orc is tall and muscular and has a metal plate over his left eye. About his body is marked with scars. He is bald with a long black beard.

Biography: Through trials of killing his own kin and slaughtering the goblin filth in the region he gained the trust of Erich and Arielle. His reasons where simple. He was once a great warrior of one of the nearby orc tribes. According to the chief and his shamans he was too crazed for blood that they kicked him out of fear he would turn on them. The stupid fools did not even know that they only made that fear a reallity when Grogamesh returned, only this time he arrived with a posse of men. The posse lead by Erich Hellsberg himself.

It was there that Erich witnessed the orcs verocity and vengeance. The orc fealt betrayed by his tribe and all he did was eat a few victims out of the belief that he would gain their power if he did. He only devoured those he felt worthy of become one with him. They feared him for this and banished him. He then took their heads from their bodies and left them to rot telling them they were not worthy of become one with him for they were cowards.

He now lives a life in the village as it's blacksmith. He works day in and day out forging only the best weapons and armor. He even forged a blade for the Jarl. A blade he called the Goblinslayer. It was broadsword that had a geusome edge to it that gave it a jagged feel to it. Gorgmesh told him that the new blade would make it easier to cleave the heads of his foes. Sure enough Erich found it to be true seeing as he used to kill orcs and goblinkin alike.

Possessions: His Gruesome Axe and his wolf armor. The Armor is bits and pieces molded together from pieces of armor he had found. With in its cracks pokes out the fur keeping the wearer warm and cozy. The helmet he wears consists of the Head of a large wolf, possible a dire wolf from the looks of the size of the head. It is molded and sowed into the metal helmet Giving the orc a fierce visage when he has it on. The Wolf cloak is rumored to be that of a werewolves. The couldn't be true though sense you need silver to kill one. Other then that he has with him a hammer and tongs to use at the forge.

Demeanor: Kind/Headstrong; He says what he thinks and he thinks what he means. He will talk to anyone in the same manner and with respect. He gives it where it is given.

Name: Vivian Bloodmoon
Race: Drow
Sex: Female
Age: 200
Class/Job: Assassin/Barkeep
Description:

Biography: Vivian and her sister Cassandra have lived in the village for twenty years and are well respected by those that lived there. Including the latest Jarl Erich and his wife Arielle. They often are sent out by the Jarl's wife to investigate or deal with matters best left secret. One such mission is every month to take food and several bags of gold to the nearby mountain. Other times it is to investigate caves and abandoned forts to make sure no un wanted guests take homage there.

If the problem is easy enough they deal with it on their own. If not they return with their information and the Jarl sends a detachment or commisions residents to go deal with it. Other then that they spend their time running their tavern and listen in on gossip and even partake in it themselves. They even sometimes sing and dance and are often said to be something to see if you ever visit the village. How or why they picked the village to set up their tavern is unknown.

Possessions: Two Curved silver daggers and two silver scimitars. Other then that there is her earings and her nose piercing as well as the tatoos seen in the picture above.

Demeanor: Her demeanor is inviting as she is nice and goodwilled. She hides the horrors of her past well and always smiles not hesitating to talk or tell stories about the Jarl or thier own exploits.

Name: Cassandra Bloodmoon
Race: Drow
Sex: Female
Age: 199
Class/Job: Sorceror/Tavern Owner
Description:

Biography: Cassandra arrived to the surface with her sister. The only member left she could trust in her disfunctional family. Cassandra and Vivian traveled about the country looking for a new home. The city although accepting was to loud for their tastes and too many eyes staring at them. Was it their beauty or was it because they were drow? Who knows what the reason was. They did not care enough to hear the answers. They eventually came to a village called Reisui, which had a very interesting name to it. They visited the lake and heard the rumors. Did they see what was at the lake and what lived their? Only they knew and they were not telling anyone. At least not strangers. After staying with people and paying them with what earnings they had they decided to open up a tavern. With permision of the Jarl they did so, only under one condition. That they acted as The eyes and ears of him and a Jarl to come after him.

They did so doing what was asked of them and performing their jobs with great professionalism. Cassandra even gave her gratitude to the Jarl by giving him her signet ring.

Possessions: A Large ornate silver Scythe jeweled with that of Rubies. She also had with her a longsword also made of silver. She also has a pair of Ravens that live within the Tavern. One is her familiar and the other a simple friend.

Demeanor: She acts like a bird that has been freed from it's cage. Full of spirit and love to those around her often catching herself in a dance.

Name: Veoznaz
Race: Faun/Satyr (Half goat, Half Man)
Sex: Male
Age:29
Class/Job: Owner of Veo's Goods and Trinkets.
Description:

Biography: Veoznaz or Veo for short has lived within the village sense it's creation and naming. He has also run his shop sense then as well. He often closes his shop from time to time to go adventuring and bring it even more valuable items. Secretly he always just went to the lake. It was because of him rumors started at the lake about the Nymph who lived there.

He does though venture past and checks out ancient ruins or old forts looking for things of value. Sometimes he comes up with things of great value. All you have to do is go to his shop and find them and accept the price he gives you if you wish to buy it. He does not take kindly to thievery. One foolish thief has already learned the hard way not mess with the Faun.

Possessions: His only possessions consist of the fur coat about his upper body and a large smoking pipe. Other then that he does not carry much on him, well except for the crossbow that he hides underneath the counter top of his shop incase anyone tries to rob him.

Demeanor: Veo is very greedy for both gold and valuable items. He will trade for anything of course but if you want him giving you a good sized amount. Come to his shop with some valuable and he will make you an offer you cant refuse.

Name: Nizhar
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 65
Class/Job: Sorceror/Owner of the Alchemical shop.

Description: Dawns a dark grey robe that looks like it has seen better days. Often covering his face using the hood of his robe and has a long grey beard. His staff is made of both metal and wood and is marked with runes. His features full of wrinkles and his eyes full of wisdom.

Biography: Nizhar has lived secluded for most of his life to the south. However, news of the Village nearby getting new life he decided to go and have a look see. What he founds was a small community of people of all shapes and sizes and colors. He felt it was rather welcoming and enjoyed his stay. So much that he purchased a home from the Jarl. After awhile he noticed his home was getting crammed with books,scrolls, and even several alchemical ingredients he knew he would never use in his life time.

So with some help from Gorgamesh he had his downstairs living room referbished into a shop. A simple shop with display cases and jars full of alchemical ingredients. Also found in his shop are books and scrolls.

Possessions: His staff and his Familiar which happens to be a owl.

Demeanor: Nizhar is old and wise and you can tell from the way he talks and he feels rather warm when new faces pop up around his shop.

Name: Gwynn

Race: Human...maybe a little more, or less

Sex: Male

Age: 50

Class/Job: Wizard/Twilight adventurer/Firework Sellsman

Description

Biography: Gwynn was raised as a ward, a sort of magical intern. Through years of studying he gained the baseline of magical knowledge, a foundation that would support his leap into the world beyond. Sometime in his early twenties he joined up with a group of young adventurers who he would travel with for the next two decades. The party did many glorious things in their time, always deflecting attention from themselves and giving glory to someone who could do good. Through this method they stayed anonymous to all but the most inquisitive beings, good or bad.

It was one of these bad beings that caused the death of every member of Gwynn's party, a mutual kill as the entities plans were foiled as they all fell. This final encounter left Gwynn alone, scarred, and more powerful than he had ever wished to be. A price paid that he wishes could be undone.

Possessions:
-Magically enhanced Cloth Armor, blocks the elements and some magic.
-Tome of Spells, a large, leather-bound book holding every spell Gwynn has ever learned...bigger on the inside
-Melancholy, a simple necklace with five rings trapped in its grasp
-Cain, a metal walking stick covered in runes, can change into a staff at will
-Able, Gwynn's familiar, an eagle
-Smite, a one-and-a-half-hand sword with a long history
-Pipe and Tobacco pouch, a long, wooden pipe that is nearly as old as Gwynn is

Demeanor: A serious man who has begun to feel his age, Gwynn has been touched by glory and tragedy in equal measures. This has left him in a tough spot emotionally, always expecting the best in people but always ready for the dagger. In the end Gwynn is a tired old man carrying a heavy burden, having learned to coup with it but never able to let it slip away completely.

Name: Durin Redfire
Race: Dwarf
Sex: Male
Age: 90
Class/Job: Mercenary

Description: Durin has jet-black hair, and a medium-length beard that barely reaches his collarbone. He stands at 3 feet tall, a bit short for even a dwarf. His eyes are always scanning his surroundings, and seem to have a hardened and fierce glare. He has a visible scar that runs from the inside tip of his left eye to the middle of his right cheek. He is clothed in black leather armor, and has some light chainmail poking out underneath. He wears black traveling boots, designed for both travel and stealth.

Biography: Durin comes from the prestigous Redfire family, known for both their fierce warriors and fine smiths. Durin grew up in relative comfort by Dwarf terms, hardly having a need for anything. At the age of 15, he was offered the choice of studying to be a warrior or a smith. Durin chose the way of the blade, studying under the finest masters that the Dwarves had. At the age of 22, he "graduated", and was given his two signature blades by his eldest brother, who was an accomplished weaponsmith at the time. At 30, he left his home after having served some time in the Dwarven army, and began roaming the lands as a mercenary for hire. He explained to his family and superiors that he felt that it would do him some good to spend a hundred years or so traveling the lands and learning of other races and cultures firsthand. He is somewhat famous as a mercenary who does his best to complete his contracts, though he never strays beyond a moral "gray area". Somehow, Durin found himself near the village of Reisui, where he heard the lord of the village was seeking contracts for the heads of some orcs.

Possessions:

Weaponry:

On his right hip, he carries a short sword. On his left hip, he carries a long knife. Both weapons were forged by his brother, who left his signature design in the hilts of the blades. The hilts have small rubies and emeralds encrusted in them, making their way in a helix pattern from the crossguard to the bottom of the hilt. The design is only used for weapons made for warriors of the Redfire family, so Durin never leaves his weapons anywhere that he can't see them.

In his travleing pack, he carries several throwing daggers, used for taking out foes at a small distance.

Gear:

He carries a traveling pack, which has several pockets for supplies and gold, as well as a reinforced compartment for his daggers.

Demeanor: Taciturn, but Obserbant and Neutral. Durin doesn't take much stock in appearances of race or wealth or anything, preferring to judge by personality, character, and actions. He doesn't speak much for pleasure, usually keeping things strictly business. He comes across as stern, but is more caring than he lets on, though he has to warm up to you first.

Name: Feiia "Nyx" Arleriia

Race: White Elf (Snow Elf)

Sex: Female

Age: 107

Class/Job: Assassin/Thief-for-Hire



Biography: Feiia was orphaned at a young age due to unknown circumstances and left at the Hope & Home Orphanage in the rather large city of Summerdell. Summerdell is a massive urban center for the country of Osmia, a more tropical province compared to Itari. It is to Feiia's present understanding that she might have been abandoned to promote their race's notion of "Coming into your Own" but her discoveries have concluded that not all White Elves follow the practice so drastically. Regardless, Feiia was considered an oddity compared to her fellow orphans as a White Elf was considered quite rare in the area. But Feiia embraced her uniqueness and never let the other kids put her down.

Feiia never was adopted but as soon as she was old enough, she left Hope & Home and began life on her own. It was tough to get going but a female Bard helped Feiia get a footing in this world. The High Elf, Caelynna, taught Feiia her first motions of becoming the Assassin/Thief that she is today by showing the basics of living on the streets.

Later in her life, Feiia found herself working for a small outfit of professional thieves under their leader, a human female named Myra. Life of petty crime eventually led to Feiia leaving for her safety and being discovered by another White Elf, Ili, who was trained well as an assassin for a small but very significant group, Order of Forsworn. For years Feiia spent her life following around the only other one of her race that she had encountered, learning everything she could.

Eventually Feiia branched off and headed out on her own after a sort of disagreement between the two. For about a decade Feiia has been running solo under the name Nyx, and found quite a bit of fame. Her last quarry has been an absolute disaster, however, and after not only failing her assignment but becoming quite the target for bounty hunters and law enforcement, she fled North to Itari.

Possessions:
-Leather Armor - A very durable set of a light leather guards Feiia's body
-Knives! Knives! Many Knives! - Feiia is considered deadly accurate with her throwing knives, a keen eye will notice each knife comes from a different origin
-Poison - From non-lethal to very lethal, anyone one of Feiia's previously mentioned knives might be laced with something
-Sabre - A short-sword designed for someone who prefers swift and agile movements
-Lockpicking Kit - For those times when true roguery is needed

Demeanor: What is a rogue without her roguish traits! Feiia can be pretty sarcastic, and to those that don't pick up on that, will think she is quite harsh. But to everyone's relief, Feiia only means well and will try to spare the soft of heart. Very confrontational and never shy to say something, the worst or best trait (people tend to have differing opinions) about her is her very audacious flirting.

Name: Valis (Vaw-lee)

Race: Centaur (sheep based)

Sex: Female

Age: 23

Class/Job: Druid/Traveler

Description: Being a sort of subspecies of centaur, she only stands at about six feet tall, and her wool is perfect for colder climates.


Biography: Growing up in a small village, Valis always wanted to travel and discover all the secrets the world has to offer. As a lamb, she showed great interest and potential in both healing arts and magic. This caught the attention of an old Druid centaur, and he decided to teach the younger his ways, Valis was taught of the ways of nature, as well some thrown in philosophy and stories of Druidism.

Upon reaching adulthood, she finally proved herself worthy for her mentor and was given permission to travel freely. He hoped that Valis would learn more in with more hands on training in the outside world.

Along her journey, she tries to help as many people could to the best of her ability. Most of the time she works as a traveling healer to villages and towns, using homemade remedies found in nature. She also manages to work in some minor tailoring, or rather making warm clothes and blankets from her own wool, often to be given to those who need them.

With no destination, she travels wherever the wind takes her, and just so happened to be heading to a small village in Itari.

Possessions:
-Seble, her sugar glider animal companion.

-Sadle bag where she carries supplies needed for travel
-herbs and other sorts of plants for medicinal purposes
-pestle and mortar for grinding up said medicines
-Knitting needles
-A wooden cane, ironically similar to that of what a shepherd would wield, mostly used as a walking stick, but as a last resort could be a weapon (she’s not too fond of violence).
-Simple cloth poncho top as she’s easily overheated

Demeanor: Being a caring and endearing person, Valis kind to anyone and everyone she meets. She is protective of those who cannot protect themselves, acting similar to that of a den mother. Valis sees the best in people as well situations, and often tries to get others to see it as well. She's compassionate and a born listener, meaning she's eager to hear the woes of a complete stranger. One of the downsides of her friendliness is she can't say no, as well tends to forget about taking care of her own herself. She’s also not the smartest of the bunch, being rather gullible, and often not one to understand sarcasm.

Name: Eirika Silverwind
Race: Elf
Sex: Female
Age: 210
Class/Job: Favored Soul/ Inquisitor
Description:
Biography:
Eirika was born very special. Unlike most of her kin she was born with wings. Her family took this as a sign and like most members of her family, she was brought up as a Inquisitor or Witch hunter. Her job was to seek out and investigate evil at it's roots and destroy it. She was trained alongside her older brother Elduin and together they became a fighting pair. She went everywhere with him. In the world of Dosei they traveled far and wide. Often by request from Kings or Lords who had much concern about their surroundings. This journey brought them to the country of Itari the cold country of the north where the cold weather either broke or strengthen those that lived there. The country was very large and vast despite what they expected.
They however, did not come here by the request of the King of Itari ,but of something far much more dire. The seers of their order had a vision that took place here. A event would take place that would change the very world they lived in if not prevented here and now. The seers were never one hundred percent correct ,but it did not hurt to send them here to investigate. As they stayed here they would do what they could for these people until they saw anything out of the normal boundaries of the creatures that lived here.

Possessions:
Weapons- Her weapons consist of two swords curved like most elven blades and made from silver and gold, these swords sit at her hips. Runes decorated the blade giving the weapons the blessings of their deity. She also carries at her back side two hand crossbows. Other then those she carries no other weapons.
Clothing- Over her armor she wears a white cloak with a gold trim and underneath the armor is a blue tunic with long sleeves and matching pants. She also carries with her a signet ring that rests on her right hand. The ring has the symbol of a crescent moon on it.
Armor: Her armor consists of the following all of which made from gold and are of elven design; A chestplate, Pauldrons, Bracers, and her boots whose plates go past her knee and touch half way up her calves.

Demeanor: There are two sides to Eirika, there is the side which shows love and a free spirit to all and anyone she comes across, then there is the side of her that some wish to never see. The side of unrelenting destruction upon her foes and enemies. She ultimately despises evil and if she senses it she will stop at nothing to seek it our and destroy it.

Name: Elduin Silverwind
Race: Elf
Sex: Male
Age: 250
Class/Job:Paladin/Inquisitor
Description:

Biography: Elduin grew up to be very noble and more controlling of his feelings unlike his younger sister. He often chastised her for being to accepting of strangers. It was the one reason he made it clear that she had to be by his side at all times. It was not often a member of their race was born with wings and her care free nature could cost her her life and that always made him worry. He was her protector like most older brothers who took the job of caring for their younger sisters. He followed the same light as her though and took her to many places, such as deserts and even jungles. They were not really well known sense they were not always sent out. Only when something was really dire and threatening did they get sent out by their order. The order that they represented however, was very well known. The Order of the Winged Horse, was its name. It went by other names as well, such as followers of Corellan. Either way, their presence was often revered or feared, where the order came it only meant evil was afoot.

There next Journey took them to the land of Itari. A frozen wonderland of silence. It always seemed so quiet to Elduin, quiet but it had solace. It was peaceful and beautiful in its own right. However, every rose had its thorns. The frozen tundra had its many dangers within it that made it something to not trek alone. You also had to always bring with you warm gear or else you would be claimed by the cold. It was very unforgiving and it was their order that brought them here. Something was going to happen here and they didn't know what. Elduin, unlike his sister, had a very horrid feeling about the country. Dark magic was at work here and he did not like it. Well maybe not dark magic, but something evil was most certainly going to be involved.

Possessions:
Weapons- His weapons consist of a Elven Longblade and a Composite Longbow of elven make. The Longblade's hilt was made of gold and laced with silver. The blade itself was in fact blessed silver with the same kind of runes that decorated his sisters swords. The Longbow was made of gold as well.
Clothing- Much the same as his sisters, a white cloak and blue tunic underneath his armor.
Armor- Elduin his more heavily armored then his sister. His armor consisted of a gold full plate of elven design. However, it was missing the helmet piece of the armor.

Demeanor: Unlike his sister he does not accept everyone with open arms. He may not judge you on the color of your skin or what race you belong to, but he does judge you for your manners and how you act. He does not trust anyone so easily not even those of his same kind. The only person he trusts completely with his life is his sister.

Name: Kyne Val'Alvuryurden

Race: Drow

Sex: Female

Age: 184

Class/Job: Deathsinger/Dancer

Description:



Biography: One would not expect a Drow to come from the desert but the city of Bywhilde is a unique one. It is a massive trading hub ruled by a clan of drow who live below the city in a massive cavern below. The Head matron of the clan rules from there, using assets such as the elite guard and even the thieves guild to maintain the peace and deal with situations the regular guard cannot handle. It was here where Kyne was born, the daughter of one of the royal guards she was raised with the intention of becoming one of them. She trained and earned her place among the ranks of the Deathsingers but left the city for reasons she will not openly discuss. travelling north as if she was on a mission hunting for demonic artifacts and cults. using her training to destroy them and making her living by turning in bounties were they applied.
These activities did not come without their concequenses however. Kyne became a demon lord herseld when she absorbed the spark of Bayemon while he was frozen in his abyssal plane. Doing this would have killed a mortal being and it did, the power she absorbed burned Kyne's body to ash but her soul survived as it was no longer that of a mortal. She was entraped in the abyss for a full year before she could leave for the material plan. No longer a common Drow her eyes changed from the red hue to a sparkling gold and a infernal sigil burns over her navel, invisible to those who are not of demonic blood or know the language. She is weak compared to other Demon lords but could become more powerful if she wanted to by gaining worshipers of making sacrifices in her name, however she does not want this, only seeing it as another tool to use in her ultimate goal, Revenge.

Possessions:
- Black dress robes, decorated with a red lining and silver lace.
- A Silver Rapier
- A small backpack filled with possession and survival items.
- Spell Book
- Material Pouch, for holding the items needed to cast certain spells.
- Buckler worn on her the arm opposite of her sword arm

Demeanor: Kyne has a very Regal demeanor and keeps to herself, spending her time just being quiet but she does know how to have fun once she gets more comfortable with those around her. When angered her vengence can be swift, or slow and well planned out, she is not someone who you want as an enemy. She carries a lot of baggage from her past and it can slow her down from time to time, bringing her into a well of anger but this acts as her drive to achieve her goal.

Name: Vitalis "the Lacerater" Blackwater

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Age: 31

Class/Job: Fighter, Scout, Ranger/Mercenary

Description:



Biography: Vitalis is a baroness from the lands north west of Itari, her family owns the land of Blackwater Keep, well known for the lake coloured by black clay that gives it a dark colour during the summer months and the ice a black sheen in the winter. As a youngling she was not drawn to dresses and other things a noble woman would be interested in, instead Vitalis found she was more suited for the outdoors. She accompanied her father on hunts out in the forest that was part of the Keep and learned archery and riding in the place of her brother who was more interested in politics and books. As she grew Vitalis took up a sword and learned how to use it, sparring with the guards and her taught the motions by her father when he was able. The young lady becoming quite the fighter in her youth, often getting yelled out by her caretaker for going out into the forest on her own for hours, sometimes days.
During her years as a young adult Baron Blackwater passed away, leaving Vitalis and her brother as the sole inheritances of the Keep and his wealth. While her brother took over as the Baron of the Keep Vitalis packed up and left to travel while still keeping her title should she ever return. She became a mercenary, the Blackwater name becoming well known as she fought and took up bounties to earn gold and sustain herself. Often Vitalis would love off the land, her knowledge of hunting and trapping coming to use as she became used to the rugged life. She wandered until coming upon the town of Reisui, far from her home she sought a place to stay and a way to earn some gold, the bounties for Goblins and Orcs showing promise.

Possessions:
- Wounding Glaive of Speed
- Shocking Compound Bow
- 30 Arrows in a quiver
- Wounding Longsword
- Flesh Ring of Scorn (A piercing on her ear, makes her bleed when used)
- A hunting hawk named Fay
- Studded Leather Armor
- Winter Cloak lined with bear fur
- Handy Haversack
- 3 custom made Beartraps, modified for use on humanoid creatures they are loaded with either oil and flint or alchemist fire.
- Iron Manacles

Demeanor: Though she may not look it at first Vitalis is a very well behaved individual, she has retained her manners from her life as a noble and knows how to act in public to appear as a well mannered and polite individual. However Vitalis is a very cocky person, for good reason too, she has an uncanny amount of luck (Luck feats that turn 1's into 20's) further brought on by her prized possession the Flesh Ring of Scorn. Her darker side arises in battle however, she has a love for blood and earned her named because of her fighting style of cutting her enemies and letting them bleed to death through fatal wounds. It can make her volatile and she should not be easily trusted. Though those that just meet her will not know this.

Name: Szinzar Veszimolin Barrindar

Race: Drow

Sex: Male

Age: 168

Class/Job: Assassin

Description:


Biography: Szinzar was born and raised in Arnaniurd'held, a sprawling drow city in the deep dark. Thereafter he struggled against male cousins and siblings to be seen as more worthy in the eyes of the women of his house. The better they liked him, the more they would teach him about fighting and the better equipment they would trust him with. Eventually he earned enough favor to be trained properly as a rogue and a warrior. And it wasn't long after that before he was sent on "errands" for his house.

He proved remarkably efficient at gaining entry to the estates of other noble houses by seduction alone. As if his successes had confirmed his sisters' and mother's existing suspicions, they brought in members of a prestigious assassin's guild known as The Fangs of Lolth to train him. With his family's sponsorship, and the guild's approval of his potential, his training began.

The Fangs trained him from his youth and through his adolescence into adulthood. And his training included much field experience. Over time he was groomed into an instrument of seduction and murder. A black widow's black widower. No longer an Apprentice, he had become an initiate of the Fangs'.

Over time he became fascinated with the alien world of the surface. Not that he yearned to join it or sympathized with it, he simply couldn't understand it. An entire world of people who expected others to be trustworthy!? Honorable!? It was a wonder the whole place didn't colapse in on itself.

With all the interest one would expect of a scholar, he took as many contracts which lead him into the surface as he could. He has come to be familiar with much of the landscape and the customs of many parts of the surface world. Yet he still cannot grasp the nature of it. And even in places where there is open hostility towards Drow, he never fails to be astounded by the things they'll do for promises and a smile.

Now, as a journeyman of the guild, he is free to forge his own path until such a time as the Fangs of Lolth contact him to fulfill a specific contract. Unsurprisingly he has chosen to wander through the surface world. It only remains to be seen where the shadows will lead him.

Possessions:
- Light black leather armor enchanted to increase stealth.
- Quality lockpicking tools.
- A pack filled with ingredients, vials and poisons.
- Two beautiful, curved daggers with Lolthian engravings upon the metal. They have been Blessed by a Priestess of Lolth to make attacks come easier when wielded by Drow.
- A silver poison ring with the emblem of an orb weaving spider.

Demeanor: Szinzar wears a perfect mask of pleasantness and courtesy. He moves with grace and purpose. He smiles. He gives his word. He is perfectly capable of being absolutely charming. Yet these are merely tools. And this normal demeanor is worn over decades of casual abuse, cultivated malice and the sheer mercilessness of underdark culture. Can the path he walks now lead him away from the chaos in his heart? Or will his journey lead him further into scorn, resentment and all new dimensions of worldly evil?

Name: Alastrina Zukion (nickname: Alice)

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Age: 17

Class/Job: Warrior (Upgrade to Paladin later if possible through Eludin's instruction)/ Lumber Mill Worker and Part-Time Hunter

Description: a tall, slender girl with muscled shoulders, waist-length golden hair, and dark brown eyes

Biography: Alice's whole life has been in and around Reisui. Her father was a guardsman who married one of the village women and the two were content to live there for many years with many children and great-grandchildren. Yet for some reason, Alice was their first and only after ten years of marriage. They were glad to have had Alice for six years, but were disappointed to not have given her any siblings. They were about to consult the wizard after the father got back from investigating a bandit report. But the men returned with the father's gear and reported how Alice's father was killed in an ambush, saving every other man and defeating that bandit gang for good.

The two were in shock for a while after, though Alice came to rally herself up enough to take care of things around the house while her mother just stayed in her daze. She came to recover some when Alice was eight though has never fully recovered. It came to Alice's shoulders then to provide a living for the two, working at the lumber mill, where she developed her strength. When food was running scarce, she made a longbow and arrows out of some of the wood scraps and branches from the lumber yard. It took her a couple of times, but she became quite proficient with the bow and was able to hunt enough food for herself and her mother and sell some of it to the Bloodmoon sisters for their inn (though she suspects they might just buy it to be charitable).

But Alice hated it that her mom was still so withdrawn. But she found a solution at last, and then with a heavy heart, helped an old boyfriend of her mom who still loved her win her back. They were married this last year, and though the sight hurts her, Alice is glad that her mother is happy again. She has kept working at the lumber mill and hunting though to support her family and to save some money of her own. Now that her mother is taken care of, Alice is starting to wish for a change of scenery, an adventure. She's tried to at least get adventure and revenge multiple times by trying to join townsmen groups going out to hunt bandits. But she's always refused since she's young and is only self-taught with her sword and shield. But she keeps trying anyway and even thinks of following the next group sent after bandits with or without an invitation.

Possessions:
Weapons- A steel longsword, a kite shield, used by her late father, and a longbow she carved herself from wood in the lumberyard

Armour- A leather breastplate she acquired for hunting expeditions
Other- A small silver necklace that belonged to her mother with a oak-like tree on the pendent

Demeanor: Tough as nails yet not cynical, Alice has learned to survive with her grief while still holding on to the principles her parents taught her. Yet a spark in her wants revenge against the bandits who killed her father and another wants to go on an adventure away from this small town, see the world and do something to truly make him proud. Also, she has a fascination with the outside world and with weapons.