- Name - Oberon Dreyfus
- Race - Dull
- Gender - Male
- Age - 38
- Small Description -
Oberon was born in the sanctuary city of One to a poor family, as the city was strained with refugees from the conflict that loomed outside its great walls. He was born with no magic and called dull, like so many others who did not know why they were like this and the question would always haunt him. After continuously scrounging for scraps of food by the age of 17, he grew tired of not getting enough to eat so he said goodbye to what remained of his family and left One, his return uncertain.

He did return to One at the age of 30, having lived a life that was dangerous and unpredictable in the wastelands of Ba'luure. The cold changed him, turned his heart cold and taught him how to survive. He built himself up, so that he would never have to scrounge for a living again and when he did return to One, he immediately joined the military police called the Ones Guard. The first couple years were rough, as most of the police were magic born who never left the city for everyone knew when it really came down to it, they would help their own.

After Serving for 7 years, he started to grow tired of endless politics in his government who got nothing done, except for bicker. Three had cast out or murdered all Dull, yet here One still protected them as citizens. Something needed to change. A new note needed to be played on the great tapestry of time and he would be the instrument to change it. For the next year he gathered like minded Dull who felt that their oppression needed to end, and many of them were in the Guard. Soon the time to strike would be at hand and a new note would be played. The Sons of Ba'luure were almost ready.

- Weight - 182lbs without armor. 282lbs with armor
- Height - 6ft
- Affiliation - Sons of Ba'luure

Name: Errald "Ash Blood" Ris
Race: Dull-Human (37/38) Phoenix (1/38)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Description: The Ris family was a lesser branch which could be traced back to a once rich family tree. Once. Theoretically Errald would be a noble, maybe even a title holder, but fate dictated otherwise. His parents had not exactly abandoned Errald but he was made to raise himself for the most part and only saw his parents on occasion. At the age of 16 he was made to leave home and wander the wastelands, for most this would have been a death sentence but while Errald was not a magic-born he had long since found that he held certain powers that his parents had worked hard to keep him away from. Able to manipulate fire he survived on the frozen side of the world until finally making his way to the great sanctuary known as One.
Weight: 141 lbs.
Height: 6'3''
Affiliation: Dull humanity.

Name: Katrin Sua'lenn



Race: 1/8 Frost Giant, 7/8 Ba'luure Dull

Gender: Female

Age: 17

History: Katrin had always been an inquisitive child; Learning why you shouldn't tie a lightning rod to one of the few trees in Ba'luure, how to put out fires and why she wasn't allowed to use meta cutlery anymore. She was a handful for her parents and grandfather but always tried to be on her best behaviour. Being a Dull like her parents Katrin had no hope or chance of becoming a practitioner of the arcane arts. So she went with the next best thing, baking! Now her recipes were psychotic, maddened, horribly HORRIBLY DANGEROUS quirky, as well as her first pie ate part of the living room sofa she was forced to perform her (science?) in the shed out back. Even with that her family were still as supportive as ever.

Now with stars in her eyes, a dream in her heart and a bag absolutely stuffed with pastries that range from bizarre to lethal Katrin has set off to explore the world! Her dream, see every corner of the world and prove that a Dull can be just as talented and special as any magic user! With the blood of the frost giants pumping through her veins she has no fear of Ba'luure's chill or the secrets contained beneath it frozen tundra.

The warmer places... those are going to be weird.

Weight:
Height: 5' 7"

Affiliation: Still looking around for a side that suits her.

Name: Has the name D.M.M branded on her neck, but her real name is lost to her.
Race: A somewhat magical humanoid race from an area in Ba'luure, somewhat close to The Belt.
Gender: Female
Age: 19
History/Small Description: Brynhild never really got the experience of having a home or a family for very long, as her father was a man who had made enemies in many places across Valkeir. One day, not too long after Brynhild's 4th birthday, her family was slowly and quietly picked off one by one until she was the only one left. Alone. That was when a man walked in, and offered to take care of her if she came with him. He had a warm smile, and claimed to be a very good friend of her father's. She very quickly took him up on the offer, as she didn't want to be alone any longer. Looking back, she regrets this moment dearly.
The home this man was offering was a trap, and Brynhild had fell for it quite easily in her blind trust of the man. He began experimenting on her, injecting things into her body and modifying her system. He made it quite clear to her, during his testing, that his intent was to create a perfect hybrid of Magic and Dull technology. Brynhild made several attempts at freedom, only to be stopped by a shock to the neck from an implant on her closest one. The torture only went on and on, until eventually she escaped by overpowering him when he let his guard down for too long and suffocating him with her shielding magic. After gathering some funds and random items laying about on the ground, she left that place for good, determined to put that behind her. She decided that no longer would she be referred to by her "slave" name. She then took on the name she was told was her mother's. Brynhild.
Weight: 193 lbs, a good 50 of that being implants and biomechanics.
Height: 5'8"
Affiliation: None, acts as a drifter for the most part.