[hider=Kayla Halogi]
Name: Kayla Halogi
Element: Fire
Age: 17
Race: Human. 
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kayla is a skinny and lithe. Her skin is pale and grey due to her lack of exposure to the sun. Her eyes are a pale blue, almost whit and her hair is stark white. Her face is small and round and her lip are pale pink. On her cheeks are two scars that run parallel to each other. She is 5’5” and is extremely skinny. Her ribs are just visible through her chest and her breasts are almost none existent. Her frame is small with thin limbs can squeeze through the smallest of windows. Her back is pockmarked with small burns and bruises. On her chest is a black raven tattoo with the eye done in red. She wears brown leather trousers that are well worn, patched and stitched up. A dull grey cotton shirt that is also patched, with stiches fixing any rips covers her torso. Her belt is made of good quality leather and has numerous small leather pouches attached by cords. Her feet are bare. Her hands are thin with her fingers very thin. Her hands are covered in a pair of thin gloves made of black wool. 

Theme Song: [url] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gC0WlU0NtM[/url]

Nature: Kayla has a loud mouth and will always speak her mind. Even if it means she gets beaten up. Quick to anger, her punches are vicious and she always fights dirty. Growing up on the streets means she is always ready to fight and is always angry. While she might appear angry on the outside she can warm up to people over time and will become extremely loyal. She is full of passionate intensity to make her goal come true, to become wealthy and never have to steal again. 

Backstory: Being an orphan on the streets of Jeorvan is a tough life. You have to learn how to steal, fight and be able to run from a young age. Kayla was just that, an orphan. Her father was a trader, her mother a prostitute. When she fell pregnant with Kayla she decided not to drink the poison most prostitutes did to kill unwanted babies. Instead she raised Kayla by herself from a small cellar in the side of an alley. Their home was just one room, barely big enough to stand in. From the age of five Kayla was going out and begging for food. By the age of eight she was stealing food off carts and running away from angry owners.

When she was nine a new gang of thieves came into power and killed her mother for not agreeing to their terms. Kayla quickly agreed to their terms of being a thief for them in return for her life. She was made to sneak into warehouses and steal items, or take coins straight from the purses of the rich as they watched spectacles. Over the years she got better at thieving. Due to her nature of rarely venturing out during day she slowly became pale and gaunt from lack of sun. Most of the stuff she would steal would go straight to the crime bosses. What stuff she earned was spent on food. She could only afford just enough to survive but nothing more. As the years progressed she was forced to do harder and harder tasks but her rewards weren’t any better. She would be beaten and burnt if she didn’t meet her quota and barely rewarded if she did. What friends she did make would be captured or would leave as soon as they could. There was no honour on the streets. When she turned seventeen, even though she didn’t know her true age, she felt an urge to get out of Jeorvan.

Goal(s): Survive another day. Make money. Eat. Learn how to read, write and fight with a sword. Kill the crime bosses who killed her mum.

Inventory: 
-clothes
-belt
-pouches (inside are flint and steel, a few coppers, a lock of her mums hair, a wooden comb, a pebble with a rune, a picture of a dragon on a scrap of paper, a few lockpicks)
-a small iron dagger
-a hunk of hard bread
-a small chunk of hard cheese
-thin bedroll
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[hider=Styvan Worinis]
Name: Styvan Worinis
Element: Earth
Age: 25
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: [img] http://orig03.deviantart.net/bd68/f/2012/108/c/6/royal_prince_by_leejun35-d4wlm89.jpg [/img]
Wears leather trousers, cotton undershirt with a sheepskin vest. Over that he wears a woolen cloak that is dyed a mix of greens and browns. His hands are covered in black leather gloves and his boots are strong leather. His clothes might look shabby but are of good quality. Around his left forearm is a metal enforced bracer to prtect against his bowstring. His hands and arms are covered in small welts and scars and his thigh has a knotted scar from an arrow that went through.

Theme Song: This is optional. 
Nature: Quiet to the point of seeming mute he mostly communicates by nodding or using his eyes, showing various emotions with glances. While he may be quiet he observes a lot, deducing peoples strength and weakness quickly. Stubborn in his ways he will fight for his point adamantly and not be budged by silly arguments.

Backstory: Styvan, or Sty for short, was born in Frel. He was the youngest of a seven kids. His ancestors all lived in Frel and his family is one of the oldest there. His family is extremely wealthy and influential, their wealth coming from the ships and the trading of precious artifacts.  While his family are greedy, self-absorbed and obnoxious Styvan never did show any of those characteristics.
From a young age Styvan noticed that everyone in Frel was boring, while he yearned to fight like every young boy did, no one in Frel really was a fighter. Overtime, while other kids were raised to be successors to their families wealth, Sty went unnoticed by his family due to his older siblings. If he was acknowledges it would be as ‘the youngest lad of the Worinis family’ and Sty didn’t like that. Wanting to be recognized for his own fame he set off out of Frel.

As he rode outwards towards Jeorva he slowly grew a passion for the outdoors. As he passed through Diedremere he spotted hunters emerging from the forests. Curious the next day he followed them, amazed by the way the seemed to blend into the surroundings. Deciding to stay he learnt how to blend into the ground and shoot a bow like the hunter. His talent was natural and he got the hang of it quickly. After a few months he decided to carry on towards Jeorva.

There he gave his skills as an archer to a merchant. He got to travel around the country, he got to see new sights and he go to practice his skills. When they would return to Jeorva Sty would feel cramped and claustrophobic, he rather preffered the outdoors.

Goal(s): Become famous. Never be stuck in a city for a long time. 

Inventory:
-One bow
-Two leather quivers with 42 arrows between the them
-Flint and steel
-A long ornate steel dagger
-Coins
-Gold and silver signet ring with the white dove symbol of his family.
-Clothes
-A golden wrist bracelet
-Sleepping roll

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