[B]Witch Hunter Initiates[/b] [hider=Kaite Sinclair] Name: 'Jericho' Kaite (Pronounced "Kite") Sinclair Age: 22 Gender: Male Apperance: Kaite stands at a physically unimposing 5'4 runt save for a lean swimmer's tone. His hair is sheen with what seems like a silvery brown, it holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn longer than average, almost reaching their shoulders if the bulk wasn't tied up in a thick poneytail in the back. This leaves the front half to fall naturally. Their eyes hold a mint green hue that often appears muddy though brilliantly catches the light. A clean complexion paints him as being beautiful, though he secretly resents compliments as he tends to be mistaken for a woman. Kaite is often clad in regulation attire which, by appearance, take great pride in their work and care to upholding the image (Although comes off more adorable than respectable due to their build). An adaptation upon request is to add half an inch to the soles of his boots to make him seem that much taller...he is considering switching back due to looks he's reportedly been given. Adding on to this is a black and white plaid scarf of unknown significance though frequently totes the scent of various colognes and perfumes alike. This scarf is kept up to his nose to hide as much of his face as he can get away with. [hider=Inspiration] [img]http://www.wallpaperhi.com/thumbnails/detail/20130120/touhou%20uniforms%20army%20military%20flowers%20weapons%20eyepatch%20green%20eyes%20monochrome%20selective%20coloring%20bada_www.wallpaperhi.com_89.jpg[/img][/hider] Personality: Starting with the easiest summary, sociopathic. Where others broke and were built back up as hunters, Kaite broke and convinced himself relying on others wasn't what gave them strength. He came back slower than the others in his group, but many are certain he's still not entirely there. Frequent bouts of disproportionate bite in response to their treatment landed them in trouble a few times while still in training after injuring sparring partners. They're known to be cold and calculating, heavily influenced by logic which they use as a mask to hide the bitterness they feel towards general existence, especially other humans, in a nihilistic fashion. On the topics of masks, even with their violence considered, Kaite carries himself with a pleasant nature even in their own darkest moments but only until they feel genuinely threatened do the claws come out. It's obvious and disquieting how they frequently use emotion as a veil to keep themselves from others, while still coming off wholesomely approachable and even friendly in the best of situations. The tone and conveying of words wielded like a honed blade rather than of human nature. Aimed to cut where it can; he wants to fit in, but finds trouble opening up the way others do and often dodges topics about himself out of personal comfort. Kaite enjoys the company of women, though not in the physical sort. This is hinted to by the scents they adorn their scarf with, though it doesn't explain the cologne. Most attribute the scents towards making themselves appealing to the opposite sex...most are often wrong, as they wash and re-scent the scarf frequently. They have a stark fixation on water, more namable for its quality of being pure and nonjudgmental. This has carried over to be a love of aquatic life of all forms as well as a borderline heretical worship of an unspoken entity they find within it they refer to as "Distant Fish". While the tenants are akin to teachings, it differs in unsettling ways. He rarely mentions this, even in prayer, and instead the words slip barely under his breath in moment of distress in the way some would say "God damn". Strengths: Kaite is exceptionally skilled with the rapier and most forms of slim swords, relying mostly on dexterity and timing rather than brute strength. To this note, keen reflexes have served him as well as his affinity for observational perceptiveness to either avoid or preemptively end confrontation before it rears its head...this is not without its drawbacks. Their nearly artistic appreciation for emotional application to reason has granted them a silver tongue which they often flaunt for the sake of intimidation and diplomacy alike, though only so much can be taken seriously from such a small man. Many would think him more suited to be a poet rather than a hunter. Weaknesses: 'Physically unimposing', the term isn't thrown around lightly since most average joes with a labor job could easily win in an arm-wrestling contest let alone bench-press Kaite. Technology has never been his strong suit, and being a fast learner only helps him understand that which he can give a foundation to. Crossbows are about the most he can wrap his head around, usually. His admiration towards women sometimes clouds his judgment. A lightweight when it comes to alcohol, he appreciates a fine drink but can't handle more than a shot or two. Prone to violence and cruel measures to meet an end where diplomacy fails. Equipment: -Kaite wears leather plating over undeservingly formal attire under their greatcoat. The ink staining that went into marring the leather black almost makes it look part of their attire if it weren't for obviously being armor. -A [url=http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii313/larlim/PC%20Pappenheimer%20Rapier/IMG_0507.jpg]pappenheimer rapier[/url] with a ring of seashells crushed against the inside of the guard. -Runed knife. -Repeating hand-crossbow (compact 4-round magazine with foregrip cocking mechanism) -Vials of "Holy Water" (Normal water) Other: Wears an eyepatch on pirate principle (Keep one eye dilated so they can remove it when they enter dimly lit areas and have one eye already adapted to the darkness) Speaks with a slight "French" accent.[/hider] [hider=Syrrissia Wyrn] Name: Syrrissia "Syrris" Wyrn (Ser-Riss-C-Ah Wyr-N) Age: 23 Gender: Female Appearance: Standing five foot five inches, Syrrissia is wiry and lean in her build. For all her training and muscle, she is incredibly bony. Her hair is kept at shoulder length. Syrris's face is fair, but holds no enchanting beauty. Sharp features, with a slightly crooked beak of a nose. These features offset soft eyes and lips. Making her seem slightly less harmless to the unknowing townsfolk. A series of scars- claw marks- run along her neck and lower jaw. A matching set is also on her left shoulder. Personality: Syrris enjoys childminder over all things. Watching, talking, playing, protecting them... She finds them innocent in a world full of horror and anguish. But she also has a strong sense of morality and diplomacy. Trying to always walk the diplomatic route while staying true to her belief of justice. This also involves keeping the populace about her happy. Syrris will do this by following local wishes, customs, and will not force herself upon unwelcoming people unless she sees no other way. The easiest way to infuriate the woman would be to act against her sense of what is right. Unprovoked attacks, and hurting the helpless are top on that list. She also sees no point in torture unless it's a torturer. Over all Syrris tries to live up the ideal that a Witch Hunter should stay neutral while also trying to keep her temper over her morals in check. Strengths: She can use a sword with ease. Syrris has decent bow skills, along with dagger and knife fighting. She's nimble and quick on her feet and of mind. She can read people, and judge intentions quite well. Weaknesses: Syrris's left shoulder is stiff and often sore. She, also, can't block a heavy strike because of this. The old wound also hinders swimming and climbing. Also, she has a tendency to drink a tad to heavily and gamble- badly- when drunk. Equipment: Black leather great coat with leather mixed with light chain armor over her vitals underneath. Small silver knife with a blue rune, a sword, dagger, and long bow. Other: N/A [/hider] [hider=Reynald Vox] [Center] [u][b]Name[/b][/u] Reynald Vox [u][b]Age[/b][/u] 23 [u][b]Gender[/b][/u] Human Male [u][b]Apperance[/b][/u] [hider=IMG][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f4/e1/51/f4e15126390b2c5b2c8b1a46eb0d2a2c.jpg[/img][/hider] 1,82m tall with a muscular non-bulky build. Mid length dark brown hair parted slightly off the center. A light stubble, testimony to a number of sleepless nights along with the bags around his jet black eyes and a slight gaunt of his cheeks. Sharp facial features. A slim, light scar just under his right eye reaching midway down his cheek. [u][b]Personality[/b][/u] Loyal and dedicated to his beliefs, Reynald is often considered one of the most zealous of Initiates. Always ready and eager to do the Gods' work and wipe the world clean of magic. His deep beliefs have, however, made him rather close-minded, feeling a hint of discomfort in the back of his mind when having to meddle with individuals who 'lack faith'. While he personally would consider them an affront, he has learned to keep his thoughts to himself, so long as they ultimately assist in the greater goal he is willing to overlook their slights. In spite of any shortcomings, he is a man of honor, giving respect where its due and lending a helping hand where is needed. Most of the time he is quiet, keeping his thoughts to himself and only speaking when he has something to say. His sense of humor is quite low, actually finding it distasteful when overhearing other people joke about certain subjects, even insulting to the point of anger should they make japes about his beliefs. For him, the mission is important above all else, be it his life or the lives of others, doing whatever it is necessary to fulfil the task set before him. Some may call him ruthless with his methods but he knows that at the end of the day, his 'ruthlesness' will be what brings results. [u][b]Strengths[/b][/u] Reynald is a skilled swordsman, prefering the use of a well balanced two-handed sword over any other. While his strength and endurance is impressive, he is fighting not with brute force but with technique, adapting to the battle as it may change. He can smei-properly handle a simple flintlock pistol but rarely appeals to it, rather when out of an opponent's range, he would reach for his hook-chain in an attempt to pull his target towards him and close the gap. Apart from his combat prowess, he has an intimidating demeanor, capable of coaxing information one way or another. He never gives up on his mission, his deep faith in the Almighty keeps him strong and fighting even in the darkest of situations. [u][b]Weaknesses[/b][/u] Reynald considers himself not a man but a weapon in human form, thus he would most likely overtax his body in the blind pursuit of his mission. His deep faith and devotion have harden his heart, rarely if ever showing empathy or mercy. He also is very judgemental of those whom he considers to be 'lacking in faith'. He has all but denied himself the 'sins' of this world, be it heavy drinks, exquisite foods, gambling or pleasures of the flesh. [u][b]Equipment[/b][/u] -Black Greatcoat- -Half-Plate Armor- -An armored [url=https://i.imgur.com/NuZKgG6.png]Mask[/url] which he wears with the hood of his greatcoat- -A standard issue Claymore- -A simple Flintlock Pistol- -A strong metal hook attached to a long chain- -A Runed Dagger- -A holy talisman, always kept close to his person- [u][b]Other[/b][/u] N/A [/center] [/hider] [Hider=Vayen Del'mor] [b]Name[/b]: Vayen Del'mor [b]Age[/b]: 25 [b]Gender[/b]: Female [b]Appearance[/b]: - The first thing anyone notices about Vayen is her poise, around 5'7" she grew into her womanly figure- not quite elegant as a dancer or fine rich blooded woman but disciplined and strong cored. - Her hair long and dark like burnt chestnuts is always braided back into a bun, while it would be more practical to have it cut short like many others she has a vain attachment to it. - No stranger to split lips, bloodied noses and brows you look closer upon her face there are many small and faint scars blended within her freckles, most from old injuries where practice took a more serious turn, the more notable is her left cheekbone which sits a little higher and wider from a break that never really healed correctly. - Finally looking past the black kohl eyeliner she wears to reduce the suns glare her eyes are an appealing shade of gold flecked hazel eyes. - Her garments usually consist of riding attire as she spends a majority of her time tending to the Order's stables- leather long boots, woollen charcoal grey trousers and hand-me-down shirts. Her armour consists of light scale leather vest with a high neck collar, laced leather gauntlets and her initiate black great coat moulded for horseback. [hider=Coat][img]http://static1.squarespace.com/static/532b9ce2e4b01c9accdb0176/532bb31ce4b0d901d03e6d9a/544f1a09e4b09cd5c3ff8b5a/1414470153571/IMG_6493.jpg[/img][/hider] [hider=Vayen][img]http://pre01.deviantart.net/fb18/th/pre/f/2014/218/1/8/18e3928970138ca4a58923ee7dfbed79-d7tz79h.jpg[/img][/hider] [b]Personality[/b]: - Vayen enjoys the respected fear that's associated with being a Witch Hunter and has a particular arrogance about her (Humility is a lesson she could learn well) this being said she holds herself to a higher caliber than everyone else, consistently measuring her skills and training against her mentors and older initiates. - Constantly being reminded by her mentors to keep a level head Vayen struggles with her emotions- she is curious, passionate and stubborn, while these traits can be moulded with experience and time but they have gotten her many beatings for unruliness and a sharp tongue. - Vayen craves experience and wants to prove her skills. She usually does not lack courage and is more than willing to put herself first. - She walks proudly with purpose and would never shy away from looking a person in the eye. - A sharp and blunt tongue has gotten her into and out of trouble many times. [b]Strengths[/b]: From an early age she showed promise in many areas of her training like most of her brothers and sisters of the Order. A natural horsewoman and with particular aptitude for tracking she was placed under the tutelage of the Order's Master Scout where she developed skills in wild craft (foraging and hunting etc) and herbalism such as natural medicines, salves and poisons. [b]Weaknesses[/b]: - While they are conditioned to push through many of their fears, Vayen still struggles with her fear of deep and open water. She can swim albeit not very strongly. - The Order's teachings have moulded her views of the world but she has many unanswered questions and needs unmet that cracks are beginning to form in her beliefs which may leave her impressionable to outside influences. - A desire to prove herself at almost any cost. - During the cooler months of the year her fingers become stiff and painful from repeatedly being broken during her years of training leaving it difficult to do small detailed work for long periods of time. [b]Equipment[/b]: - Naginata style staff (preferred weapon) roughly the same height as her. Slight curved blade at one end and a pointed tip the other. - Katana styled blade, usually slung on her saddle or worn on her left hip when carrying. -Blue rune etched knife that every initiate is given, worn on right hip/belt. Small leather saddle bag used to keeping herbs and salves etc when on the road. [b]Other[/b]: Vayen spends much of her time when not training within the stables tending to the Order's horses and hunt dogs and refining her tracking skills.[/hider] [B]Witch Hunters [/b] [Hider=Arrion Reinham] [B]Name:[/b] Arrion Reinam [B]Age:[/b] 36 [B]Gender:[/b] Male [B]Apperance:[/b] A powerful and imposing example of a Witch Hunter, Arrion is a naturally strong human honed to even greater heights by year after year of near constant hardship and battle. He is tall, solidly built and covered from head to foot with a huge array of scars, with the largest and most prominent of these appearing his upper torso and left arm. His face is harrowed and harsh, with features that make clear the cold indifference he holds to the world around him. He is missing a large piece of his left ear and one of his teeth (his lower left canine). On his leathery, tanned skin, evidence of years of irreparable damage are visible from burns and cuts all the way to scars caused by minor frostbite. His hair is a drab and limp black mess, roughly hewn by his own hand while out on the road. It falls just shorter than shoulder length and is kept safely away from his vision by a wide brimmed hat of tough brown leather, beneath which he peers out with a dull scowl. [B]Personality:[/b] Arrion is a veteran Witch Hunter: one who has been shaped not only by his training but also his worldly experience. He is a perfect example of a Witch Hunter and was chosen to escort the initiates for this reason - he is dangerous, ruthless and determined to the end. At the same time however, he is also an example of everything the Hunters sacrifice to become this. He has witnessed the horrors of Magic and done whatever was necessary to protect the land from its own inhabitants, loosing a portion of his humanity in the process, becoming a cold hearted warrior with little to live for outside of his duty. Unafraid to resort to violence at the slightest provocation, he has a tendency to look down on more subtle methods such as stealth or diplomacy. He refuses to utilise tools or weapons which are even distantly associated with magic, and would rather die than turn to a mage for assistance. His devotion to the order of Witch Hunters is great - even in contrast with others of his kind. Having long given his life to them, he acts out the will of the order with little regard for himself or anyone else - collateral damage is preferable to even the slightest trace of magic being allowed to survive, as far as he is concerned. [B]Strengths:[/b] Strong and tough, Arrion clearly favors brute force and intimidation over any other approach. He is a talented warrior who wields a Claymore with great speed and skill. He is also tremendously resilient to pain: having had his senses dulled over time by repeated damage. It is this strength and determination which has led him to live such a long life in service to the Order. [B]Weaknesses:[/b] Arrion focuses on his strength and combat prowess to an almost crippling degree: should brute force not succeed, his only real backup plan is to use [i]more[/i] force. While not unintelligent, his mind does not work in such a way that he can solve problems of any real intricacy. He holds such a deep, personal hatred of magic that he tends to attack without thinking - being unable to fathom the concept of walking away, being outnumbered or being outmached. He will uphold the teachings of the order at any cost - even at his own expense and will often find himself in discomfort or suffering injury when it might not have been necessary. [B]Equipment:[/b] Beneath his chain-lined greatcoat, Arrion wears simple clothing and a small number of hardened leather plates that serve to protect his vital organs. He weas an iron gauntlet with a silver plate over the knuckle on his right hand and carries an iron longsword. The brown leather hat he wears is old Witch Hunter attire which was once issued alongside the brown armoured greatcoat of a Witch Hunter when they completed their initiation, though these have since fallen out of fashion and are rarely worn in recent times. He also carries a pair of flintlock pistols, which holster over his chest beneath his coat. [B]Other:[/b] Arrion is a sour warrior with a bad temper but he does truly want to see his initiates succeed, even if only to strengthen the order. He will act in their best interests, will always answer as truthfully if he is able and will even put aside his own judgement so that they can experience the world for themselves. Experience is the best teacher, after all. [/hider]