Name: James Terna

Age: 19

Race: Human.

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Tallish at 5'11" and relatively powerfully built, James has the callused hands and strong body of someone who has grown up working every day from sun up to sun down. His skin, naturally dark, is only made darker by his tan and the normal level of dirt he's covered in. If cleaned up, he'd probably be attractive, but the dirt and smoke accrued by his ordinary profession detracts. His eyes are set in a face mostly handsome for its ruggedness, constantly somewhat unshaven, his hair normally a little long. All in all, James is the image of quiet, unassuming strength, easily walked by in a crowd--even if he's the strongest and largest in it.
His brown eyes are often the only clear, clean part of his face, and they sparkle with joy far more often than with anger, the only indication of any sadness he might be feeling a slight watery-ness to them.

Theme Song: Gender swap "Stand in the Rain" by Superchick: youtube.com/watch?v=UIwfruNJNUU

Nature: A bit of an odd individual to those who don't know him, James is often quiet and taciturn. Brought up in Diedremere, James has always been taught that you should not offer your opinion unless it's asked, nor help those who do not want it--but when asked, you stay completely honest and help those who request your aid to the absolute best of your ability. James is a stoic, to be sure. He does not show pain or hurt when it concerns only him, the only sign of his emotions often being shown in his eyes. He's not talkative or dominating enough to be a natural leader, but James is the rock of whatever group he's in--almost always levelheaded and calm, or willful enough to keep a check on his emotions and not allow them to interfere with what he needs to do. Threats to his family or his village will impact his emotional state a lot more than threatening him will.

As one gets to know him better, it becomes easier to tell what emotions he's feeling and when. The emotions are there, they just have to be searched for--and the better someone knows his particular tells, the better idea they'll have of his reactions to events. Otherwise, dealing with James emotionally is a one way street. He's not insensitive to the feelings of others (no matter how callous he might seem), but trying to read his is often like trying to find emotion in a solid rock wall.

His personality is not without its negative side. He tends to bottle up his rage and despair, and if he's not careful they'll burst forth all at once, becoming what might seem a major overreaction to a minor incident--and perceiving him as insensitive is far too easy.

Backstory: Born and raised in Drediemere, James has lived the private, unassuming life that most inhabitants of the village have. Most of his abnormality comes from his parentage, the son of an outsider master smith and the town's mayor. Outsiders are rare in Diedremere, much less one who ended up marrying the golden boy of the village. Still, James' mother adapted quickly to life in Drediemere, her expert skill and naturally quiet personality letting her blend in to Drediemere's ordinary life quickly and easily. James definitely takes after his mother, and spent most of his childhood and young life with her. Mary Terna was not a cold mother, but she was a busy one--and if James wanted to spend time with her, he had to help her around the forge and farm. He's had almost no formal education as a result, but his skill with metal and dirt is nigh unmatched.

Despite his father's attempts to make him more social and get more involved in life around Drediemere, James almost entirely focused on his smithy and mining as a child, the best his father could hope for was to involve him in hunting parties or fencing matches. Even with those he considered his friends, James was always quiet, always preferring to show his affection for someone by doing things with them, not talking idly or bantering back and forth needlessly.

However, one part of his mother's personality rings truer for him than for her. James is something of a wanderer. While he certainly loves home and wants to spend as much time there as possible, he often wanders in the woods nearby, looking for interesting kinds of wood to use in his craft or just thinking, spending far too long away from the village for any sane Drediemerean.

Recently, having stayed too late in the wood alone, James was knocked on his back by a jaguar whose den he'd wandered too close to. Pushing himself back and across a gorge via a small dirt bridge formed by the eroding of the surface that had once supported its underside as a last resort, it seemed like there was no way he could get away...

But as he kicked at the creature as it started its final prowl, his boot struck the dirt bridge--and with a clatter and a shake the passage shattered to dust, the jaguar yowling into the abyss...

He never wanted to feel that helpless again. After that incident, James redoubled his swordsmanship training and changed his archery from a mere habit to an almost obssessive desire. He's not naturally talented at either, but his constant training has enhanced his purely average skill to something approaching expert level. Rumors of an effort to oppose the darkness began circulating... Rumors that James gathered something of an interest in, especially given that his mother's wandering bug has finally bitten him.

Goal(s): James' dreams would make the ambitious scoff. He wants to do nothing more than to live happily and grow old in Diedremere, his largest dream to be the best blacksmith he can possibly be--and thus support him and his wife, if he chooses to marry.

Inventory:
-A chainmail suit James forged himself, normally worn under his clothes. While a good suit, the mail was obviously forged by someone learning: small imperfections make the mail somewhat weak in the armpit area, imperfections James would fix if given time and resources.
-A bastard (or hand-and-a-half) sword also made by James himself, those this blade has obviously been made closer to the present day. The blade's quality is nearly that of a master, tempered with expert skill and forged from metal normally prohibitively hard. Definitely the most cared for of James' possessions, but simple and not ostentatious in the least.
-A longbow, reinforced with metal.
-A quiver, containing 20 arrows with forged metal heads.
-His blacksmithing equipment, kept in a small satchel in his pack.
-A hammer and dagger kept at his waist.
-Canteen
-Pack containing aforementioned satchel, small pursestring, clothes, rations, utensils.
-Walking staff, with a small spade blade on the upper end.

"The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why."

Name: Aegis

Age: 59 years

Race: Half Human Half demon

Gender: Male

Appearance: Aegis is a tall imposing figure, whose body revails his demon heritage. He is about 6'5" and painfully thin, although very muscular. He has pure white hair and odd reddish black eyes. To pass as human, he wears a large black coat with a loose shirt, (the pants in the picture) high boots and gauntlets. When he experiences extreme emotion, his body changes subtle to become more demonic. An interesting thing about him is that he seems to radiate a slight aura of fear that is palpable, but hard to distinguish.

Theme Song:

Nature: Aegis is a complicated person who is in a constant battle with his demonic nature. He tries to be polite, but he angers easily. However, he does not act without thinking even when extremely angry. He tries to help, rather than harm, but he has a lust for battle and bloodshed that he is ashamed of and, as a result, he tries to avoid combat whenever he can. But those that see his unwillingness as weakness are in for a nasty surprise. He is stronger and faster than the average human, and in combat, all pretences drop and he fights with frightening ferocity and skill.

Backstory: There once was a woman, wise and kind, brave and strong of will who lived as a noble in the doomed city of Xavier. Her name was Amara and she had a spirit that could not be dimmed or broken, that was a pure as driven snow. Alas, for this would not last.

Xavier had been peaceful, until one day, the dark army suddenly rose up and conquered it in a day. Thousands were killed or abducted for food or "sport". sadly, Amara was one of the latter. She was taken by the Greater Demon general and imprisoned to be used, and eventually, killed. However, she was a resourceful woman and sought desperately for a way to escape. A week passed and she barely survived the harsh treatment. But in that week, she managed to convince some of the lesser creatures to let her escape, simply to spite the bigger, stronger demons. On a moonless night, she made her escape, and she ran and ran and ran as far and as fast as she could.

Two days later, she was found, mysteriously, in the Desert of the Lost not far from the wisdom mountains by a tribe of nomads. They took her in, believing it was good luck to save someone from the harsh desert. They took care of her and she lived with them and learned their ways. Three months later, she found she was pregnant and was filled with despair. She planned to kill herself and would have, if it was not for a warrior by the name of Sigil, who she has grown close to, stopped her and with kind words, convinced her to live. Two months passed and she gave birth, unexpectedly early. It was a long, hard birthing and her strength failed. She gave birth to a boy and with tears in her eyes, she told Sigil the true about the boy and begged him to raise him. Sigil was shocked and appalled, but he loved her so much that he agreed. With her final breath, Amara named the boy Aegis, saying he was her shield against pain. Then, with a painful sigh, her strength failed and she died.

Sigil was true to his word and raised Aegis as his own son. Aegis's growth was incredible, by three, he could walk and talk, by sixteen, he appeared to be a fully grown, normal human. Sigil was the finest warrior in the tribe of nomads and surprisingly literate. He taught Aegis how to fight, read, and write (in that order). The other kids and eventually the adults saw him as cursed and a monster and called him At Aegis's sixteenth birthday, he revealed to Aegis the truth about his origins. Aegis did not take well. He venously denied it and said something he would regret, before running away into the open desert, sick with fear of himself. That would be the last time they spoke.

Aegis was not far before he came to the conclusion he had acted badly and he turned back to make amends. He smelled the smoke before he saw it. The camp was under attack by desert thieves. Aegis ran as fast as he could to help. When he got there, the fighting was still raging. Desperately, Aegis grabbed a sword and fought as he searched for Sigil. He found his corpse...and his head a few feet away. Rage. Aegis was consumed with rage, rage that blotted out sorrow, fear and any other emotion. His body changed greatly to close to a full demon. He grabbed a pair of scimitars that turned black at his touch and began to radiate demonic power. His demonic nature awakened when he killed everyone, friend or foe that night. Afterwards, he collapsed and sank into a blissful unconsciousness. When he came to, he found his body had been permanently changed and he was filled with horror at what he had done. He tried to pay respects, burying each of the dead the best he could and, in the tradition of the nomads, begged their spirits to forgive him. He made a special, careful grave for Sigil. That task done, he took what he needed-- and fled to escape what he had done.

He since has become a wanderer, trying to make a living however he can, without revealing his demonic nature for fear that he will be hunted and be forced to kill again.

Goal(s): Survive, find a worthwhile purpose.

Inventory:

• Large, black, Heavy cloak
• Gauntlets
• Pair of vicious black scimitars
• Adequate supplies for travel