Name: Tyme Ishinara

Age: 25

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Origin: Avenase



Weapon: Folding gunblade(Only one in existence)

Magic: Fire, Haste, Thunder, Cure, and Meteor(Sealed).

Personality: Tyme is not very outgoing, though he's quite friendly once you get to know him. He's loyal to a fault, and caring. He never abandons his friends.

Loyalty: Red Sun Guard

Rank: Sun Acolyte

History: Tyme's history is shrouded in mystery, only Matriarch Luna Bladedancer of Tormin knows the details of the man's history. However, it is known that he is the only one to possess a folding gunblade and natural born magic in his blood. Currently, Tyme is on a ship to Tormin, lost in thoughts of a memory from his past.

Name: Cayenne Pepper Ro'ni

Age: 23

Race: Hyur

Class: Warrior

Origin: Avenase



Weapon: Sword and shield

Magic: None

Personality: Cayenne is level headed in tense situations.. and really all situations. He is well disciplined and rarely shows any emotion unless under extreme duress. Off duty, he is open, kind, and enjoys making people laugh.

He sees the best in everyone and doesn't let other peoples opinions cloud his judgement. This is a weakness as much as a strength as he has been used many times.
Cayenne has an innate sense of protection that stems to everyone he comes into contact with.
He refuses to talk about his past and will walk away from anyone that asks.

Loyalty: Imperium

Rank: Second-in-command of the 74th Armored Division

History: Growing up, Cayenne was surrounded by family. He had an older sister, Sage, and a baby sister, Buttercream. His parents were not often home as their work took them away for long periods of time. This put a lot of stress on the boy as he feared Sage was always plotting some kind of malice toward he and Buttercream.

He took to keeping his younger sister busy outside, playing in the grass or counting birds. He was always on watch. Then everything changed.
At the age of 16, Cayenne watched his house burn to the ground. He had gone to take an evening walk, since he had developed a headache earlier that day and the cool air seemed to help.

Cayenne returned to a blazing inferno surrounded by those trying desperately to snuff the flames, but it was too strong. The others had to hold him back to keep him from charging into the fire. He could hear the dying screams of his baby sister as the house collapsed on itself.

Moving to the city, Cayenne spent the next two years living on the streets. He stole food and water, lived in squalor, and harassed pigeons for fun. Just after his 18th birthday, he was caught stealing bread. Rather than cutting off something important, he was conscripted into the Imperial Army. There he found what he had been looking for. Something to take his mind off his past. The training helped him escape his anger and guilt and he used this focus to push himself hard.

Over the next five years, Cayenne climbed in stature. He was disciplined, refined, and strong. His skill with a blade became well known amongst the soldiers, but he was often found daydreaming. Thinking of a life that could be better than just staying a soldier.

Other: Cayenne loves plants, and is a self-proclaimed botanist. He collects random specimens and grows them.
He also really loves bread. More than life. He feels its the reason he doesn't have a girlfriend... and he doesn't care.

Name: Jason Rue

Age:33

Race:Human

Class:Warrior

Origin:Avenase

Appearance:

Weapon: A Bastard sword and short sword.

Personality: Jason is a rather kind man as long as you're not fighting against him on the battlefield. He has respect for those he feels have earned it, but normally knows when to keep his mouth shut.

Loyalty:Imperium

Rank:Commander of Scout Force Alpha

History:Jason was from a poor family. Though they managed to scrap by. There was a couple of nights they went without food. Though it never truly bothered him. Being the eldest of three children, he normally helped his father to bring in food for everyone. By the age of seventeen he joined the military in hope of helping his family. He regularly sent two thirds of his wages to his family for five years until his siblings could help make money.

Jason had received his scare while dualing his commanding officer. This was the man who had been one of his closest friends. A week ago his wife had been murdered by another officer. Losing her had changed him for worse. The officer had gone rouge and killed several others in a fit of madness. Jason had managed to to kill the man. Jason had received a medal and some time off to deal with things, though he wasn't gone for long.

Name: Falk Pyrrhus

Age: 26

Race: Roegadyn

Class: Spellsword

Origin: Tormin



Weapon(keep it basic obviously): Greatsword

Magic(if applicable): Dark, Fire, Sleep

Personality: If one asked those who have met Falk what he was like the most common answer would probably be that he shares the conviction of a crusader, and is a good true companion as well as a friend, but first you must make it passed his steel like stubbornness.

But still most would say one thing more, that Falk feels things deeply. Examples of which can be seen in a seemingly limitless compassion, to the rolling thunderstorm that is his rage, and that one must be slightly careful with Falk, for he may forgive you but that doesn't mean he will forget.

Loyalty: Red Sun Guard

Rank(To be given by GM): Top Secret

History: Few things are known about Falk's early life, but from what can be pieced together he was born to just outside one of the large cities on Tormin, his father being one of many workmen that were constantly working on the buildings in and around the city. From that point he lived a fairly normal and honestly uninteresting life till his mid teen years, at which point he drops off the public record map and hazy speculation begins. Most theorize it was at this point that Falk got caught up with the Spellswords, others that he got caught up with some trouble with the law. When asked directly Falk himself is a bit vague on why the disappearance, though he hints at it being the first.

But whatever the truth, Falk reappears a few years later almost as suddenly as he vanished (of those missing years he keeps adamantly mute, citing that he must maintain some secrecy about something, or even going so far as to denying that they even happened). The only difference being now he carried with him the mark and badge of a dieing order. For the next couple of years Falk engaged himself in various activities befitting a Spellsword, before finding his place among the Red Sun Guard, his skill with both blade and spell being a welcome addition.