Ferris is exactly 300 centimeters tall when fully standing. Usually in a hunched position, Ferris consists of a series of shining black, magically bonded iron spheres and thick metal poles, with all of his joints being fully posable at any point around those spheres. Two heavy solid icohsahedrons, bigger than most of the spheres on his body (save for the largest one that serves as his torso) serve as large hammers/fists, but they may "fold" backward to form large pots of some definition for use in cooking, carrying water/large objects, or (making horrible attempts at) climbing. Two much smaller arms with more acute hands move about on a ring beneath the large torso ball, allowing Ferris to perform more intricate tasks. Ferris's head is a shining black iron ball, which can be ejected from the body and roll autonomously. His head is faceless, aside from two magical, circular lights that form on the outside surface of the ball whenever he is conscious and cognizant. He sees with these, of course. They are often dispersed or temporarily blinded whenever something touches them or his head meets with a heavy blunt force. On his chest is a hatch, which he uses to store items.

Ferris's lifescroll is filled with all the knowledge needed to be an effective healthcare companion protector and caretaker for his owner. He is a gourmet cook, a stalwart shield, and a devastating boxer. He is also a good toolmaker and weaponsmith, but lacks the bodily structure needed to make as efficient a use of humanoid optimized tools in combat or construction tasks as actual life forms would.

Ferris was built, magically bound together, and ‘written’ by several powerful mages over the course of several years, with the writing stage being the longest of all of them. His production was initially started and funded by a powerful, wealthy alchemist named Walter Feres, who wanted a golem that could comprehend and execute written and spoken orders without training. This was difficult to do, and at first, they attempted writing a life scroll with a full comprehensive dictionary included, but the golem didn’t know how to walk or execute any form of action. It was dismantled and disenchanted. They tried again several times, with longer and longer instructions in their scrolls, before finally giving up and asking for someone dead or dying to donate themselves to the cause. Deemed immoral and irregular by the local populace, (and by Walter himself, who abandoned the project) the institution dedicated to his construction was burned down.

The project was discovered and picked up later by a cabal of forbidden Black Mages, Anarchists, and annoying, anti-society teenagers, who built design based on an old blueprint they found and sacrificed a random outsider in order to fuel his mind. He spent a year and the better part of the next one working for the cabal, before someone left him in a forest by accident. By the time he found his way home, the cabal had been destroyed and disbanded by a combination of town guards, morally opposed fringe groups, and bandits. Ever since then, Ferris has been funding his monthly visits to the blacksmith (the metal golem’s equivalent to the physician) by selling his services to those who are willing to pay.

The entirety of Ferris’s thought is derived from the compendium of knowledge written on the enchanted/attuned scroll stored in his head, which provides him with all of his skills, and the human brain that was used to tan the paper, which allows him to speak, learn, adapt, and improvise. One might say he's an emotional robot, but that makes him sound far less cool-headed than he really is in most scenarios. Ferris possesses little to no memory of who and what he was in his past life, and he’s not exactly sure he wants to find out.

This hardened soldier stands defiantly at 187 centimeters, barely taller than the average size for elves, despite being a human. Gerald skin has a noticeable tan developing from the strident beams emanating from above. His hair is a simplistic color of brown, but is slicked back in a stylish manner to display his chiseled features. His visage is shaped like a perfect rendition of a impenetrable statue, with some light stumble encompassing his mouth and a light scar along the side of his right jawline. the Of all the things, his common eyes are short of being dull and are much more prominent than his other features due to the penetration within his commanding eyes. The merc has been blessed with substantial amounts of training, therefore sports an athletic build with well grown muscles.

The Elladein Empire displays some of the most excellent soldiers out there, and Gerald is a part of that pinnacle of being one of the elite thanks to his maneuvers. Gerald was put through hellish training environments, much like his peers. Put to extreme conditions, Gerald learned swordplay at a tremendously unforgiving rate, along with other tactical skills that would prove useful to the endeavors of the Empire. However, wielding the blade was what he excelled in, and proved to be a very complex opponent to deal with. They learned to not only exhibit their skills to the fullest, but fight dirty when they needed to. Nobles had a specific advantage of delving into relevant skills which separated those who were wealthy from the meager peasants. These skills were mainly combative, but not limited to this, such as stratagems in war and politics, academic pursuits that made him and the other nobles well learned, and his choice of acrobatics to make him difficult to fight without armor equipped.

Gerald was born like every other child in the world... except there was more kicking and screaming by the newborn. Birthed by his mother, Lady Isiva, easily toughened out through the pregnancy since she needed to keep the appearance of an unbroken soldier. Of course, nobles were not exempted from the eventual fate that they would join the military. The aristocratic parents did not spare him of this reality, and made sure he would be an exemplar of the Elladein Empire. Their zealous loyalty prompted them to harshly raise their child, making sure he was prepared at the coming of age when he would be inducted into the swarm of battle born soldiers. In a way, they wanted to be seen as the greatest household and surpass all the others with the intent of betrayal looming within the Lord and Ladies mind.

As he Gerald grew, he was the first child out of the next one sister, and two brothers born. Of course, he was always ahead of the other children with his age and how intense his preparations became by each of their tutors. The heir to the Dachayn household would be him since they followed a unique way of bestowing the fortune onto their children. The superior of the batch would receive everything while the others would be forced to clamber their way up to the top. However, each of the children were unique in their own "good" way. They reflected one of the virtues and vices of the Elladein Empire, sometimes having their own personality outside of this. However, this also displayed violent rivalries and excessive amounts of trying to undermine each other. Of course, there was only one death which the family of warriors soldier over. Stalwart and determined, their lives, their lessons practically becoming the embodiment of war.

When in their teens, the remaining children were put into a duel between other royals in an attempt to flesh out their children to understanding an opponents mindset. Of course, the opposing nobles were also well versed as them. Over time, they had their children spar, with the Dachayn family as the prominent victor. Of course, jealousy arose among the children as the fights became rougher, and presumably more dangerous. One of the children was put out of commission due to dirty fighting tactics which crippled the youngest child. Shocked at their loss, they angrily scolded the child as Gerald and his sister continued each of their studies not only in warfare, but political endeavors. Of course, they never saw their brother again, which lead to questioning for where he was. They never found out the answer, but life continued on as both siblings continued traversing no where, but up.

Eventually, they were inducted into the military, with Gerald finding everything to be much more than a bore at this point. The military and its training regime were no match for those already prepared for the inevitable which made Gerald disgruntled. These feelings of boredom festered over time as each day felt like a repeat of itself. History was seen over and over with little to no changes and the unsatisfied soldier found himself yearning for a difference in his life. The aristocrat was finally thinking freely for himself instead of buying into the hive mind of the strenuous military. His lust for freedom was breaking through and finally one day, the horizon came. Gerald could not take any more of this dull, repetitious, lackluster lifestyle. And with that, the noble was a soldier no more.

Soon the son disappeared, which was duly noted the zealous members as rumors spread throughout the barracks and other noble households. It was spoke of that he murdered a soldier out of madness, while another said someone finally fell him with a simple poison concoction. Of course, Gerald knew the true reason for his desertion of the military - it was boring as ever-living hell! Silver linings would not assist him here as for six years he began traversing around each kingdom, taking up job after job, uncaring about how he would be seen or respected upon his return... if he decided to return. Each year was filled with fascinating misadventures that earned him coin, bedding as many women as he could, and generally living the life a free flowing, reckless mercenary who did not ever consider the consequences of his actions. Nothing would chain this man down from what he truly desired and coveted.

Carving out his life out as an adventurer, he was eventually taken to the capital of Storian due to gossip about someone willing to pay a nice amount of coin for the troubles they were going to put the person through. Drawn by the allure of a much heavier coin purse, Gerald undertook the elongated task of traversing to the capital which took a couple of weeks to get there on horseback. At most, he only prayed that no one bother to take on the challenge as he walked into the capital with some horse meat that he may roast and devour over flickering flames, which would inevitably turn into a pillar of fire.

Between loyalty and his own freedom to roam the realm, Gerald is a very different person from his much more younger years. He is a man who desires a free flowing, unending hazardous experiences which makes way to irresponsibility. Gerald is not the type of man that wants to be chained down and is very stubborn when it comes to his own mindset. While being intelligent in a sense, he does understand what he is doing, but does not feel the need to reprimand himself for such "undesirable" deeds. He also enjoys wooing and exploiting women for more... versatile matters as he proclaims. Other than his perverted ways, he does follow a strict code of conduct which allows him to avert distractions at a moments notice. Determined, he also actively seeks out trouble as a way to create liveliness. Along with his sense of adventure, he is also prone to speaking his mind on the matter, making him brutally honest and not one to waltz around the point.

Gerald is a man who opposes one meager idea that can change his life forever - the prospect of being chained down. He knows what it is like to be chained down to the same, indiscriminate events for two years. In drove him (figuratively) insane from the sheer repetition which angered him to no end. That same boring regiment, familiar drink, he does not want to repeat his life. Even so, he also fears that one day his own tasks, adventures, missions will grow ultimately stale. He went on an journey to cure his boredom, not to have it return.

In reality, his goal in life is simplistic to a pint - Gerald wants to experience new walks of life, new ideas, fresh faces, and an infinite journey which will display myriads of changes. This is something he looks forward to each day, something he breathes. He feels the need to find something different, seeing himself as a wanderer with no home. This is the destiny he strives to keep and covet for himself.

Bold, courteous, and strong impressions should not be applied to Wallace and should be averted at all costs.

Skills? What skills other than miserably failing to cast a spell at the worst time possible? Or when this malnourished peasant does manage to cast a spell having it blow up in his face? Seriously, most of the stunts this bumbling fool has managed to pull off is astounding, especially since he is still alive and breathing. If you could consider sheer luck a skill, then Wallace is very well versed in the arts of luck. Outside of it, he is barely literate, only able to use spells outside of his incantations from his book. At most, he at least has great farming skills, which allow him to plow the hardiest of landscapes. Along with that, he has been instructed by his family over which herbs are useful in cooking, dealing with open sores, etc. He is also good at finding things... those robes he is currently wearing were scavenged from a deceased wanderer thank you very much.

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Thessa stands at 6 foot 2 and has a fit physique. Her hair is bright blonde, and reaches down just past her shoulders. Her eyes are a light hazel, matching to a degree with her hair colour. Her skin is rather pale, and her cheeks are adorned with freckles that cross her nose.

-Master of ice based magic
-Knows various other magics, albeit a lot less than she knows ice based magics
-Capable with a dagger, although she would have to be very lucky to even survive against anyone with proper training
-Knows how to make a fire
-Can cook meat
-Agile

To know of, Thessa's history, you must first know of the history that preceded her. Her peoples have lived in the far north for centuries. Living through the harsh Arctic wastes as if it were nothing but a minor inconvenience. The people had one tradition that remained since it was formed. The tradition was to train a child to be a mage every few hundred years or so, to ensure that there was always someone to heal any wounds or to use as a trump card against rival tribes if need be.

This is where, Thessa comes in. Obviously technology and education had come a long way since the tribes formation, and rather than being taught by the previous mage entirely, Thessa was instead only tutored by the mage for the first 10 or so years of her life before she was sent to study at a magic college far south. The tribe specifically demanded she be taught ice magic primarily, but of course, it was only Thessa's luck to be placed with the most eccentric tutor in the entire school.

He was a wise, yet silly old man who held making his lessons fun in a higher regard to being strict. While he did give, Thessa a good education in ice magic, he also liked to teach her various other magics like purifying water or even how to speak to a fish inbetween lessons.

She stopped her formal training at the college at the age of 25, but continued to learn and study at the college until she was well into her 50s. She made a by living brewing and selling various potions along with helping to tutor younger students at the college. Unfortunately duty called to her near her 100th birthday. She was to return to her tribe to give the old - now deceased mage a proper funeral along with taking over the position of the mage.

While she did as she was told, she felt a yearning for something more. Funnily enough, the life of a mage secluded to a hut in the ice fields didn't appeal to her as much as the bustling cities and towering acropolis' did.

Nevertheless, she continued to do her duty. That is, until a rival tribe began moving in on their territory. Try as they might, even with, Thessa's magic skills they were severely outmatched in terms of combat skill and volume of combatants. Thessa's tribe was destroyed, and she narrowly escaped to the south. This was around the time she was 245, and she had very little idea of what to do with her life after this crucial event.

She decided on exploring the world, something she always wished she could do. This is how she ended up in Dasma.

Thessa has the philosophy of always looking on the bright side of life. She is optimistic about just about everything and tries to at least fake being enthusiastic in most situations. That being said, she is rather cautious and she may be a bit less than enthusiastic if a plan will result in her death. She takes a rather sisterly approach to most people, and will happily teach her knowledge to anyone who asks her to.