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The Descent into Hell is Easy
"Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here" - Dante's Inferno

50 B.C. (Before Cataclysm)

The world was prosperous, people lived in peace. The Kingdom of Valeria hadn't seen a war for the past hundred years after their new seemingly-immortal king took the throne. Cities grew bigger, families doubled in numbers, farms produced triple their yearly production. The seas were filled with boats bringing in fish that had grown in size apparently overnight. The world finally seemed perfect, a heaven on earth; An Eden brought upon them by the mighty gods themselves. Little did they know, their King had offered a dark price for this prosperity. The King wasn't a vile ruler or a bad person. He was an older gentleman, looking as if he was in his late fifties, a dedicated and humble servant of his people. He listened to their needs, and he loved each and every one of them with all his heart. He had even taken it upon himself to learn most of the names of the people living in his home city: Veiron. But when his dark past came to haunt him on the tenth hour of his hundredth year, everything was plunged into a darkness that would never seem to lift. 

0 B.C. - 1 A.F. (After the Fall)

The Demons descended on his tower, the fabric of the world splintering where the King stood. With their gateway to the mortal world firmly entrenched the demons began to pour out. The King had made a deal with the devil. Prosperity and the absence of their carnage for a hundred years in exchange for his soul and his kingdom. The Demons, being greedy fiends, betrayed the King, claiming his soul fifty years before the end of the agreement. Perhaps they had seen his plan to banish them from the world once and for all, or else they were simply inpatient. Whatever the reason the King's foolish meddling loosed horrors known only in myth and legend into the streets, they rampaged through stores and homes, tearing citizens apart from the inside with an insanity and hunger nobody had ever seen in their lifetime. The King laid burnt to a crisp in his chambers, his mouth open in a silent screech of pure agony, as if he knew everything was lost.

The whole city and its surroundings were scorched with unholy fire and even to this day nothing can grow there. Amongst the unlucky few who made it out of the city alive some found that the event had marked them for life. A birthmark they'd never seen before, perhaps a scar, maybe their eyes changed color, or their skin turned black. Some of these people tried to hide their markings and did whatever they could to live on as if nothing had happened. Some embraced them, claiming that the mark would forever remind them of Veiron, and what the demons did there.

Only hours before his death, when the immortal king realized the mistake he had made he gave his people one final order, the formation of a new kind of army, the Stormbringers. They were a band of highly trained and skilled fighters. Soon after Veiron fell a group of strong fighters took the name and now roam free, claiming to follow the last wish of the King. They care little for the lives of the innocent, their only goal is to exterminate the demons that terrorize the land. They are the only ones known to have killed demons.

10 A.F. Present time.

Ten years from the destruction of Veiron.

We will follow the paths of a few brave men and women as they too will make a difference. Fighters, Mages, Assassins and Scholars. What lies ahead? No one knows. It is up to you to find out.

Available Races:

Humans are humans, no real flaws, but no advantages either.
The most widespread and numerous of the races.

Elves are the most mentally evolved of the races, but somewhat lacking on the physical side.

Dwarfs possess great physical strength and a resilience to injury, though they lack the mental capacity of other races they are often good at deciphering and designing complex machines. Critical thinking is not there forte and most lack what would be considered adequate social graces. Dwarfs are the only race in Valeria that have no magical inclination. A dwarf is not even capable of channeling Witchcraft though they can wield enchanted weaponry.

NPRs - None Playable Races

Unlike the other mortal races of Valeria Orcs worship the demons since long before the fall of Veiron. While most can be classified as religious fanatics and despite their appearance orcs are not in any way stupid. Before the fall of Veiron Orcs were a nomadic people. They are violent towards the other races of Valeria and while often caused problems for travelers were more of a nuisance than a real threat. At the time the orcs were divided into a number of tribes that were constantly fighting among themselves. So busy with killing each other they had no time to focus on the rest of Valeria. 

That all changed when Veiron fell. Through their shaman the orcs must have been aware of the demons coming before the Abyssal Gates were opened because at the exact moment that Veiron was invaded the Southern Elves land of Norfolk was hit by all twelve tribes of the orcs who for the first time in living memory were cooperating with one another. The Orcs made Norfolk their home and for the first time set up permanent settlements, though wandering raiding parties and orcs who prefer the nomadic lifestyle are not uncommon within Norfolk. Orcs come in all shakes and sizes. The larger variety are referred to by most as Berserkers because of there size and strength. Smaller orcs exist though most stay within Norfolk. Some venture out as spies or infiltrators as they unlike their larger brethren can move quite quickly and quietly. Orcs just like humans and elves can be magically inclined. 

Orcs born with magic are considered holy (or rather unholy) by the community and trained to be shamen who wield powerful magic which they use to summon forth demons from the Abyss. Orc charges are terrifying events. Usually against smaller or isolated towns a large band of Berserker orcs will rush any resistance out of their path without mercy or restraint. Usually a number of the charge dies depending on the strength of the resistance but because of their size, might and near immunity to pain because of their thick hides they almost always claim their target. Those that can boast to killing orcs have only had to deal with small numbers at a time. Various raiding parties are often far easier to ward off as they employ the smaller orcs for speed to disable caravans and only generally have one or two berserkers with them for intimidation and backup.

Coming in all shapes and sizes demons are a diverse group of beings. They all share one thing in common however, a love of destruction and revelry of bloodshed. For more information on Demons see the Infernal Codex

Much of the lands folklore and ancient stories involve these immortal beings though they are never to be seen in these common days. Most believe that if ever they did exist they were killed off by the demons in ages past.

Arcana

Mages use internal magic, they draw energy from their own soul which they manifest in order to alter the world around them. In most cases this manifestation occurs as a particular brand of elemental summoning such as fire, or electricity and so on. This type of magic is also highly unstable for if used improperly can cause the user's magic to consume their own body in the effort to siphon more power from them. Some rare forms of magic do exist though they are generally highly sought after by demons and resulting in the wielders often suffering premature deaths. 

(Custom forms of magic will have to be discussed with GM)

Witchcraft is in effect a poor man's magic. Unlike mages witches draw their magic from their environment. Witchcraft is a little less active than regular magic involving chanting rituals, alters to draw magic from nature and a variety of talismen, potions and charms used to perform their craft. In this world Witchcraft is considered to come from Demons and is also unlike magic very much illegal. Such things as exorcisms fall under witchcraft though these require a great deal of power depending on the type of demon being excised.

The art of forging enchantments into weapons is unfortunately a lost one. Before the fall smiths capable of the feat were rare and widely sought after. A tool of their make always came at a steep price. After the fall the demons hunted these smiths down one by one and slaughtered them for enchanted weapons could often be powerful enough to level the playing field between mortals and infernals. It is possible that one or two smiths with the capability to create such weaponry still exist in hiding today but the chances of locating them are slim to none if even the demons couldn't find them. Still in this day and age there are those determined to find the lost recipe to make metal sturdy enough to bear the magic placed within. Weapons made by these novices may at first be stables but it is uncommon for them to last very long. The magic within the blade inevitably turns the tool to slag within a small number of uses. Some of the great houses of Valeria possessed enchanted weapons thousands of years old, old enough to have been created by skilled weapons smiths who made them to last. While not particularly uncommon these heirloom weapons are rare enough to grant a certain prestige to those that wield them.

Technology

Valeria

The land of the frost-bound elves. The Northern Reaches, more commonly referred to a Reach, is a frigid land covered in snow. It spans a large mountain range not typically depicted on most Valerian maps (hint hint). Though they may live in mountainous areas the elves of this region having some things in common with their southern brethren. The settlements in Reach are located at lower attitudes where trees still grow. Using nature magic the Elven mages shape the wood into houses and whatever else they might need. They can coaxed forests from the frozen land when they need to make a new settlement, this is only done in special circumstances. This region has made the elves of its land hardy folk, almost immune to the elements with a high tolerance for pain and discomfort.

Covering land from Ashbourne to Servant's hill and from the Northern Reaches to the Granuailian Acres this province's most defining feature is the mountain range of Damerel. It is known to house the cursed city of Veiron. It is far drier than the provinces a little furthur south. The land is hard and solid making it a good place to build cities.

Before the fifty years of prosperity when Valeria was still a patchwork of lands without union Exilia was where those exiled by Valerian law were sent. After the Great Deal was sealed that kind of punishment no longer became necessary and the Exilian Province gradually became a prosperous fishing community.

Spanning from the edges of Exilia to the Azmar Reserves Morrow Wood is the greatest source of Valeria's mined resources: stone, gems, coal, iron and other such metals and valuables almost exclusively come from Morrow Wood given the dwarf's protective nature of their own underground resources.

Since the fall of Veiron Contia is the most populated province in Valeria. It spans from the Broken Shield to the edge of Norfolk and all the way to the Ylissian Ranges. Before the fall plots of land in Contia were often given to soldiers in the king's army after their retirement or honorable discharge as a reward for their services.

Before the fall Norfolk was the homeland of the Southern Elves. Though the same people in appearance except for their tans the elves of Norfolk different greatly from the ones of Reach. While Reach focused mainly on survival and thus produced a steady stream of functional tools and weapons for trade to Valeria the Southern Elves were much more relaxed people. They enjoyed dancing and created some of the best instruments in Valeria. However when the demons burst forth from Veiron almost simultaneously all the marauding tribes of the orc people descended on Norfolk. The orcs had been before this a divided people. Many wandering tribes and while they were a danger to travelers on the road no one could have foreseen their unification under the demons. They took Norfolk from the Southern Elves slaughtering a great number of them in the process. Though the Norfolk elves had great number of their people scatter through the rest of the Valeria the slaughter in their homeland left many refugees and still others without a place to return to. Since then the Southern Elves vastly decreased in number have been absorbed into the Valerian population.

A vast plateau between two mountain ranges which formerly was home to the King's Forest, which he often hunted in. When the demons burst free a number of them burned the woods to the ground leaving only an old watch tower left standing. In the years since the Stormbringers have built a sizable settlement around the watchtower which has a perfect view of the City of Scorched Earth. That is where their central command resides, watching the city and sending Stormbringers to the various four corners of Valeria in search of demons and orcs to hunt and kill.

A vast mountain range on one side of Servant's Hill Damerel is the ancestral home of the Dwarfs. Deep within its center is a dwarven city carved out of the earth of many of the mountains. It has tunnels that snake to all corners of the ranges. It is designed in such a way that any exit can be collapsed without endangering the structural integrity of the city. This is so in case of siege Damerel can be seal off from the outside world. It has a number of caverns which use mirrors and glass to bounce sunlight in and underground rivers both of which are used to grow crops. This is also a precaution against attack as they can survive for many years without help from the outside world. Because of these innovations the only Dwarf causalities were those outside of Damerel. After Veiron fell Stone City was sealed off for three years. Even now the Dwarfs remain suspicious of outsiders in their city and rarely allow travelers to enter.

A mountain pass between Norfolk and Contia. It gained this name because after the fall an orc settlement sprung up along the pass ensuring that no one could cross it. The orc's presence on the pass make attempting to get through a fool's errand.

Mountain ranges claimed by the Azmar Reserves as the property of the Southern Elves.

A number of settlements along the southern edge of Lake Aquarin where the refugees of Norfolk settled. They have tried to maintain their way of life in these new settlements of scars from their displacement still show prominently.

A vast forest in the center of Valeria. Even before the fall it had rumors surrounding it about ghosts and goblins. After the fall most Valerians came to believe that the woods were possessed by the ghosts of those that had died at Veiron and any who wandered into the woods would become lost and be unable to find their way out until they died of exhaustion. After the fall a monastery blessed a single path through the woods, consecrated with holy water and enchanted with runes which most people believe will keep the ghosts at bay. The average citizen of the kingdom if they have to cross the woods will do so only along that path.

Once believed to be a full mountain range that completely encircled Lake Aria it is now the name given to a number of small and scattered groupings of mountains in the area.

The City of Scorched earth. Before its fall Veiron was a prosperous trading city with goods coming in from all the corners of the world, dwarven metal work, the finest Southern Instruments, Elven weapons from the North. In addition Verion housed some of Valeria's greatest tradesmen. After its fall Veiron became a desolate ghost town, only demons and orcs wander its streets now.

Situated between two mountain ranges Ashbourne is a town of thieves and criminals. Most people don't know its exact whereabouts and most don't care to find out. In the aftermath of Veiron Ashbourne was formed as a refuge for anyone for any reason. The only thing respected in this town of thieves is power and skill. They don't care where you come from or where you're going to but if you show weakness the citizens will devour you whole. It is one of the few places that where people don't fear those with the Mark of the Demons as they regard it as a sign of survival.

A farming town much like Astoria. Burke is populated in large part by ex-soldiers of the King's army as land in and around Burke was often a reward granted for serving his majesty faithfully.

A town that surrounds the fortress of one of the King's Barons. The Baron's fortress is said to house the largest and most complete library in Valeria protected by enchantments laid down by one of the sacred sages. Demons have on more than one occasion tried to infiltrate the library but while they may get past the guards, and defenses of the fortress the runes of the library stop them fast. The town itself is a farming community. Situated on the shores of Lake Aria all the food grown their is full and nutritious. They are one of the only places that have gone without famine since the fall.

Halber could only properly be called a town after the fall of Veiron. Before the demons it housed a local garrison of the king's soldiers to be dispatched to any disputes in the area. After the fall it was commandeered by the Stormbringers. While the town is home to a contingent of highly skilled veteran Stormbringers most of those that claim to carry the title are little more than farmers with some weapons experience. They are far from organized.

This town sits at the edge of the Granuailian Acres and serves as a way station for those crossing the forest or coming up from Carva Hill. It is about a half days journey to the other towns in the area. It is a town mostly of craftsmen who sell their wears to travelers passing through.

Colloquially called Caravan Hill this town while well fortified being on the edge of Norfolk only has a handful of permanent residents and buildings. The vast majority of people there are traders coming from one area of Valeria or another. They set up for a few days selling their wares and move on. The entire town survives on income from traveling merchants.

Situated right on the edge of Norfolk Yarinn is heavily fortified against orc attack. A small contingent of Stormbringers take up permanent residency in this town. It is almost a fortress and serves as the only point of civilzation between Carva Hill and the Azmar Reserves as no one else is willing to form a town so close to orc country.

The home of the Sheriff of Valeria. While most populated areas had their own law enforcement anyone who had committed a crime was to be brought before the Sheriff. He was empowered by the King to deal with criminals of the land and dispense justice as he saw fit. Veritas was both the Sheriff's home and the court of the royal house. In extreme matters the King or a royal representative could be called in to make a ruling on certain cases however it rarely happened. After Veiron's fall the Sheriff disappeared and Veritas has since been taken over by bandits and other such people that it used to sentence. These are some of the only people reckless enough to live within proximity of the cursed capitol.

The main port city across Lake Aquarin Davenport was a city of sailors that received shipments from Exilia and Morrow Wood and shipped them throughout Valeria.

A town of warrior tribesmen. Those of the town claimed to follow the warrior Goddess Aquarin and drank of her water from the lake believing it gave them strength and courage. They were a proud people with a strict morale code who even after Veiron's fall would not abandon their town despite its proximity to the demonic capitol. Still in their superstitious ways they fear any that bear the mark of the Demons and drove them from their town with steel when they came seeking refuge after Veiron's fall.

Burned to the ground by demons in the years after Veiron's fall.

The original penal colony from several decades back in Valeria's history Willowdale's saving grace is that it is small, under populated and out of the way. Though the demons will likely eventually make their way that far Willowdale's is too far out of the way for so few humans that only a handful of demons capable of traveling great distances have bothered.

A small fishing town on the edge of Lake Aquarin. Though they are fisherman and regularly go out on the lake they do no possess large ships capable of reaching Davenport and so must export their fish to Orilon if they wish to trade with the rest of the kingdom. Since the fall of Veiron Exilia mostly keeps to itself.

Main exporters of lumber from some of the eastern forests Willowdale houses some of Valeria's best carpenters.

Davenport's eastern brother Orilon in the days before Veiron's fall served as a shipping town between the east and western edges of Lake Aquarin. After the fall of Veiron trade between the two cities all but dried up and now Orilon functions as a stronghold keeping demons at bay. Though the Stormbringers have little presence in the east what few soldiers have been sent reside in Orilon.

A mining town that produces the best of the human mined gems, ores and minerals. Those that live their are strong and hard and fight to protect what is theirs.

This lake was named after an ancient Valerian Goddess of the harvest. While very few people believe or worship her anymore it is a commonly held belief that the waters of this lake provide a rich harvest. This seems to be substantiated by the fact that both the farms of Astoria and the underground groweries of Damerel are fed from this lake and both grow rich.

Much like its sister this lake is named after another Goddess. This one being a warrior goddess. Just like her sister lake it is thought that drinking the water of this lake over time will give any human warrior like attributes. The people of the Moors follow this almost religiously having bred Valeria's greatest warriors for centuries.

The Siege of Veiron was the most bloody disaster ever to befall Valeria. Inside the King's Citadel when the Abyssal Gates were unsealed the first to emerge were the Djinn, the incorporeal demons. They blew across the capitol in an infernal smoke, any human out in the open didn't stand a chance. Those that were not immediately possessed by the Djinn burst into flames, their bodies unable to withstand the strain. The first wave alone crippled the city but their was more to come. The corporeal demons emerged next from the Citadel. Some were mindless beasts that tore through the streets killing anything in their path that wasn't of their own kind. Some were smarter than that. The sentient demons ordered that the gates of Veiron be sealed. 

To achieve this the demons had to fight their way through the city's garrison and royal guard but by the end of the first day Veiron was shut from the outside world, anyone still inside the city lost to the infernals. Perhaps one or two thousand escaped the initial attack. They fled to the surrounding towns but the demons were guileful and crafty. Their prey within the great city was secure for now and so those that had a mind within them departed the city to hunt. Stained with the disfiguring marks of the Abyss and with creatures of nightmare on their tails no town would welcome the survivors of Veiron. They ran with no support from their neighbors to find whatever shelter they could. When the demons finally gave up the chase their were only a few hundred of them left outside the city walls. 

Then the demons returned to Veiron to continue the hunt. It was almost a full week before the creatures of night had drunk their fill of Valeria's capitol, the lives of everyone within expended the demons opened the gates once more and spread across the land. Veiron was a city of a hundred and fifty thousand people but when the demons were through with it only a few hundred survived the carnage.

This will be a game full of exploration and development. Apart from what is above there is no prepared story, no prepared events, locations, dialogues. Nothing. From now on we're in uncharted territory. Each player can create their own story within this world, or travel with other players and create the world together. I will try to keep this thread updated with any information relevant to the main story. 

Ingenuity and creativity are encouraged but bear in mind the world we are building. If something seems radical as you are writing it I would prefer it be ran by me or my Co-GM rather than me having to issue a retraction or edit order.

Current Co-GMs:
Elections are currently being held.

Name: (obvious)
Age: (Everyone will be a Veiron-survivor, bear in mind the 10 year time gap)
Gender: (Boy or girl)
Arcana: (A section for mages and witches only, all others remove this category)
Race: (Race options not listed above might be considered on a case by case basis)
Mark of the demon: (Birth marks, scars, eyes that don't match...)
Profession: (What do they do in this world)
Appearance: (Decent paragraph of description including height, weight and build, pictures appreciated)
Personality: (give an impression of what this character is like on a normal day.)
Bio: (Important background information including how they ended up at Veiron, at least two paragraphs)
Equipment: (What they usually carry on them, including weapons, provisions, type of clothing and the like)
Notes: (anything relevant that does not fall under another category)

(Please please don't include the bracketed text in your CS. It is just meant to guide you.)

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Name: Edric Jaronus
Age: 19
Gender: Boy
Race: Half-Elf (Elf Human)? If not acceptable, I'll take Elf 
Mark of the demon: A strange Glyph seemingly branded onto the back of his left hand
Profession: Odd jobs ranging from petty theft to guarding trade caravans
Appearance: Jaron is a half-elf (Elf?) of 5'11". He weighs about 130 pounds and is athletic, but by no means muscular. He has short, disheveled dark brown hair and bright green eyes. He has soft facial features, betraying his semi-human blood, yet his ears taper to points. He has a slight stubble he's tried unsuccessfully to grow into a beard. 
Personality: Edric sees the best in people. This leads to him making friends at an almost superhuman pace. In all other matters, however, he is a pessimist. He quickly forges deep bonds with people and has a sharp wit.
Bio: Jaronus was born in the region of Longwood. His parents were mages and were disgusted by the fact that he had no magical talent. After years of unsuccessfully trying to bond with his parents, he left home and wandered for a long while. Finally stumbling upon the ruins of Veiron, which he decided was as good a place as any to find adventure.
Equipment: Leather armour, a pair of daggers, a single handed long sword, and a small hand crossbow
Notes: Edric is terrified of insects. Not terribly relevant but I figured I'd put it out there.

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Name: Edric Jaronus
Age: 19
Gender: Boy
Race: Half-Elf (Elf Human)? If not acceptable, I'll take Elf 
Mark of the demon: A strange Glyph seemingly branded onto the back of his left hand
Profession: Odd jobs ranging from petty theft to guarding trade caravans
Appearance: Jaron is a half-elf (Elf?) of 5'11". He weighs about 130 pounds and is athletic, but by no means muscular. He has short, disheveled dark brown hair and bright green eyes. He has soft facial features, betraying his semi-human blood, yet his ears taper to points. He has a slight stubble he's tried unsuccessfully to grow into a beard. 
Personality: Edric sees the best in people. This leads to him making friends at an almost superhuman pace. In all other matters, however, he is a pessimist. He quickly forges deep bonds with people and has a sharp wit.
Bio: Jaronus was born in the region of Longwood. His parents were mages and were disgusted by the fact that he had no magical talent. After years of unsuccessfully trying to bond with his parents, he left home and wandered for a long while. Finally stumbling upon the ruins of Veiron, which he decided was as good a place as any to find adventure.
Equipment: Leather armour, a pair of daggers, a single handed long sword, and a small hand crossbow
Notes: Edric is terrified of insects. Not terribly relevant but I figured I'd put it out there.@Nevix

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Are you accepting people outside of the "roll call"?@Nevix

The Roll Call is essentially just a place holder till I have a firm character and cast list that post with links and headers and the like. Basically just something to occupy the first character tab post for the moment. We can always use new blood.

Name: Edric Jaronus
Age: 19
Gender: Boy
Race: Half-Elf (Elf Human)? If not acceptable, I'll take Elf 
Mark of the demon: A strange Glyph seemingly branded onto the back of his left hand
Profession: Odd jobs ranging from petty theft to guarding trade caravans

Appearance: Jaron is a half-elf (Elf?) of 5'11". He weighs about 130 pounds and is athletic, but by no means muscular. He has short, disheveled dark brown hair and bright green eyes. He has soft facial features, betraying his semi-human blood, yet his ears taper to points. He has a slight stubble he's tried unsuccessfully to grow into a beard. 

Personality: Edric sees the best in people. This leads to him making friends at an almost superhuman pace. In all other matters, however, he is a pessimist. He quickly forges deep bonds with people and has a sharp wit.

Bio: Jaronus was born in the region of Longwood. His parents were mages and were disgusted by the fact that he had no magical talent. After years of unsuccessfully trying to bond with his parents, he left home and wandered for a long while. Finally stumbling upon the ruins of Veiron, which he decided was as good a place as any to find adventure.

Equipment: Leather armour, a pair of daggers, a single handed long sword, and a small hand crossbow

Notes: Edric is terrified of insects. Not terribly relevant but I figured I'd put it out there.
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Their is nothing inherently wrong with the character though I would say that he could use a bit more fleshing out. Most of the categories are a little sparse. At least two paragraphs for a bio is required which if you're splitting hairs is around eight to ten sentences. A paragraph for personality, just so I have an idea of who this guy is. It wouldn't be a bad idea to include the types of things he is good at in the bio either.

Besides that there's just one other thing. All character's must be Veiron survivors, those people that were present when the demons were released into the city and lived through the experience. Mere exposure the ruins wouldn't be enough to give a person a Mark of Demons. They would have had to be physically present when the demons were released. That massive discharge of satanic energy is what caused the disfiguring marks. On that subject could you input a picture or description of the glyph?

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Name: Gerad Olafson

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Mark of the demon: Gerad's right arm is covered in red glyphs and markings, most of which are the names of various demons. Occasionally the markings will flare up and begin to glow, usually when he's angry.  

Profession: Stormbringer

Appearance:

He stands 6'5 and has a muscular, athletic build. He is a tank of a man with a strong jawline and broad shoulders, his eyes are a deep brown. A light five o'clock shadow dabs his cheeks and jaw as the remnants of the last shave.

Personality:

Gerad is an honor bound individual, or atleast he was before being banished by his clan. He maintains a general code of chivalry and tries to keep civilians out of his way, but if the matter is of importance he won't let anything stop him; especially not the lives of a few farmers. Being so tall gives him the ability to look down upon others, literally and metaphorically. He has an aura of superiority and ranks/titles mean alot to him in judging a man's character, second only to battle strength. Although he can keep a calm demeanor in public, one word against his honor and he'll gut you like a fish. Among his personal views also lies a hatred for anyone who treats people who have been "marked" like trash, having been expelled from his own family for such reasons.

Bio:

Gerad Olafson is a member of a deep seeded bloodline from Buant, renown for breeding strong warriors and barbarians. The origins of his clan are unknown, but it's roots tie back hundreds of years before cataclysm. Being brought up in a clan house of this nature turn Gerad into  battle hardened sword swinger at a young age, he learned to swing a sword before he learned to dress himself. Furthermore he wasn't simply a member of the bloodline, he was the only child of the clan leader; a powerful man named Olaf. His father held the clan heirloom, a sword nicknamed Tyranny. The sword is believed to have been wielded by the original clansmen who founded the land that the hall stands on. Being the heir to the clan Gerad was entitled to the heirloom sword and leadership of the clan, which he inherited on his sixteenth birthday. This was customary in their culture, as with many parts of the realm the clan considers sixteen to be the age that a boy becomes a man.

Gerad managed the clan successfully for several years after being named the new leader, although he was known for being blinded by his sense of honor and ambition for the clan. Being the leader of a powerful clan, he often had to travel to meet with other family friends. It was on one such trip to Veiron ten years past that Cataclysm occurred. He was visiting a family associate in the city when the attack happened, He fought valiantly against the demons attacking him; but in the end there were simply too many. After slaying only one demon and being at death's door, Gerad fled the city on horseback and collapsed just outside under a small bridge.

When he had awoken, he felt different. It took him a moment to realize, but the arm he had used to strike down his adversary in the attack had been horribly changed. Bright red glyph markings covered it from his fingertips all the way up to his upper bicep. Gerad didn't know what to think of this, so he simply focused on returning home. It took him the better part of a day to return to his clan, and when they saw what the demons had done to him they wanted no part in him. He was cast out and banished by his own family, they attempted to take back the family blade; however Gerad was a gifted warrior and nobody in the clan was capable of defeating him. He left with the clan's most precious heirloom and turned to the life of mercenary with his clansmen behind him.

He lived the life of a sellsword for the better part of a year, doing small jobs for little coin; But finally he caught his break. An organization known as the Stormbringers had been reformed after Cataclysm and they needed manpower. Stormbringer recruiters visited Buant and hired every decent mercenary in town, Gerad among them. While most of the hired men couldn't take the pressure of going toe to toe with a demon, or simply weren't skilled enough; Gerad excelled. He was good at this new job, especially after being taught important battle techniques for demon combat. He has served in the Stormbringers for close to nine years, and he has slain several demons. In doing so he's risen to a high position in the organization.

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Tyranny
The artifact blade passed down through Gerad's bloodline, Tyranny is a blade of unparalleled strength; or so the clansmen of Buant claim. It is made of an almost unbreakable divine steel and has a blade length of about three feet. The pummel of the sword features a bright blue crystal that gives the weapon it's qualities of legend. Using the power of the crystal, Tyranny can maniplulate and summon lightning. The crystal is linked directly with the user, so the powers are tied to Gerad's energy; however over a decade of use with the sword has trained him to control and utilize this energy with impressive efficiency. 

Steel Plate Armor
The armor of a knight, Gerad is quite proud of his armor's condition. Especially since it's so expensive, it took all the reward he got from slaying a demon just to purchase the suit of armor. Although he's never regretted the purchase, the armor has saved his skin more times than he can count with two hands. 

Throwing daggers
These are small knifes Gerad keeps strapped to his belt at all times, useful for small tasks and distanced targets.

Wineskin
Gerad's main source of refreshment, the container for his wine. Wine is quite popular with knights, who can blame them? But although he hates to admit it, wine isn't exactly something to keep you nourished on the battlefield. This is precisely why he pays the priests a large sum of money to bless his wine, giving it some small energy recovery capabilities. The process in which they do this never really interested Gerad, but he understands that it involves magic; not witchcraft. Which is all he needs to know.

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The backstory looks good, indepth enough to give a good idea but still room for growth. Character fits pretty well into the setting. Just two things. Firstly a sword has a pommel not a pummel (Grammer Nazi to the rescue). And I was wondering to what kind of degree can Tyranny discharge lightning and how proficient is Gerad with using this technique?

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Sorry for the typo cx and I had a general idea of anything from sparks along the length of the blade to a charged strike down from the sky. Of course more powerful attacks would drain him and leave him completely vunerable.

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Also what are the ranks in the stormbringers?

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Also what are the ranks in the stormbringers?@Minato Namikaze

In all honesty in the original RP we'd only just introduced the Stormbringers (or the Warriors as they were called at the time) and had yet to show fully what there organization looked like. I haven't had time to come up with a formal ranking system for them. I suppose it wouldn't be that different from a real army but members do increase in rank based on skill and number/strength of demons defeated.

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Alright, let me know if you get around to figuring a ranking system out. Its not that important either way. Are the abilities of the sword okay?

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@Minato Namikaze I'd say so as long as massive lightning strikes have severe consequences then it should be fine. You can post it to the character tab.

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Name: Alicia de Cassaris

Age: 36

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Mark of the demon: A scar across the chest, as if her heart was ripped out. Also, her hair turned from raven black to blood red.

Profession: Royal Guard (At least before the fall)

Appearance: Alicia cares little for appearances. While she at least attempts to at least maintain her hair hair, unless, of course, she is using a helmet. When she isn't wearing her armor, she wears very plain, peasant-like clothes. 

However, her armor is that of the Royal Guard, easily recognized by anyone from the kingdom. That automatically tells everyone she is one of Veiron's survivors. Whatever that means good or ill depends on the situation.

Personality: The heart she had beating within her chest was ripped out that day. She was there at the ground zero, where all hell broke loose, at the very center of the calamity. The madness of it all, people she cared for dying and the world - unraveling, left a scar upon her psyche as well. The Royal Guard, The King and even her family - it was for them that she dedicated her life, and all of that was destroyed in an instant. 

Dead inside would be the best two words to describe her. The emptiness within her was quickly replaced by wrath, a blinding, maddening wrath. Some would describe her suicidal, when anything involving demons is concerned. Alicia herself considers herself a walking corpse, a corpse burning with a singular passion - revenge. 

Before the Fall she was a joyful, optimistic and rather energetic person. Never the one to be in sour mood, she was always there to lighten the mood, no matter what. Of course, life never really was hard for her, aside from her training. 

While Alicia still sometimes manages to lighten up, she is still a shell of her former self. Employing a rather morbid sense of humor to cope with her situation, she finds socializing hard with people who don't share her ideals - destroying demons at any cost. 

Bio: Born on a noble family, from the onset she was very different from her sisters. Where her sisters preferred lady-like games and played with various dresses, Alicia was more interested in what her brothers were doing, which usually involved wooden swords and shields. While at first her parents tried to dissuade her, thinking it's just a phase, it never passed. Year by year, she kept practicing sword fighting, keeping up well with her brothers even. Eventually her family gave in, and allowed her to join the same lessons her brothers were undertaking - combat, warfare and chivalry. Unfortunately, this meant she was almost impossible to be used a bride for any important marriage, and Alicia just being there pretending to be a boy would sully her family's reputation. Fortunately, the King's Royal Guard were not at all selective about the gender. While for a noble family, sending a son to be a Royal Guard would damage their prestige, sending a DAUGHTER would make a pretty prestigious statement. 

For Alicia, this was a dream come true. She did not want to be just a tool for a strategic marriage. She wanted to be something. And being a Royal Guard was just that something. The Royal Guard training regimen was tough, and that was her favorite part. It didn't matter whether you were a man or a woman, it was up to you to accomplish the set goals. Out of many that aspired to be Royal Guards, few succeeded in completing the training. Alicia was one of them. It was the happiest day of her life, even more so because her own family came to celebrate her new status. 

However, these were times of peace, and the Royal Guard, the elite warriors of the King, had little to do. During this time, however, Alicia grew a great appreciation for the King, even though some of the things he ordered them to do were odd. They were instructed to search for any information about demons and learn about them, and applying said knowledge to their fighting style. For all Alicia knew, demons were just a fairy-tale to scare misbehaving children, but she dared not to question the King's command. And aside from taking care of highwaymen and other misbehaving rabble, the Royal Guard had little else to do anyway. 

And then the fateful day came. Everyone in the Royal Guard knew something was amiss. The King was visibly shaken, terrified. Some kind of malicious presence was in the air even. Most odd was his urgent command to evacuate the capital and form the Stormbringers. Thinking their King ill, the Royal Guard did not flee immediately. Instead they tried to understand the ramblings of their King. And a few hours after that, all hell broke lose. The finals words of their king, just as the demons started descending upon the capital, was to "RUN". And so they did, hearing the screams of their King, of everyone in the keep echoing throughout, as they ran. Alicia doesn't know if any other Royal Guards succeeded in escaping. Her whole world was violently torn away from her, it felt like her own heart was ripped out. She even got a nasty scar across her chest to match the sensation, as her hair turned blood red, something not ever seen in this land. 

She did, however, meet an acquaintance who shared a fate much like her own - Charles Agoure de Berthain. He too, was a descendant of a noble family, and one her younger sisters fawned over. Sharing the same goals, though Charles not sharing her rather suicidal approach, they set out to find others who identified themselves as Stormbringers, or find the recruits themselves. 

Equipment: Royal Guards possessed high quality weapons and armor, and this is what she bears to this day. She has an oil-fueled lantern, as well as a backpack for various provisions.

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Charles Agoure de Berthain, the Eternal Squire

Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Mark of the demon: Charles has emphasized fangs which are easy to notice when he speaks. 
Profession: Squire, Monster Hunter 
Personality: Charles is bitter. Ten years ago, when the demons invaded, so much was taken from him and since then a hot red fury has festered within him. He hates demons, with passion a human can have only for his lover or nemesis. Killing demons, exterminating them, that is Charles raison d'etre and in these ten years he has forgotten the core tenants of the kingdom’s knights: protect the weak. There’s little thought for the weak in Charles’ mind. He hunts demons for the family he lost, for the lands which were his birthright, for the kingdom in which he was the scion of one of the greatest noble houses, for the life of comfort and luxury which was violently transformed into one of never-ending wandering and struggle. 

Charles does not believe that he will ever get back what he lost, and that is perhaps the darkest aspect of his anger. It is devoid of hope. He sees no life past his war with demons, no light at the end of this dark tunnel. He has already come to terms with the fact that he will most likely die fighting demons, like his master did before him. But that’s alright, for Charles. If it is his destiny to be killed by those vermin, he’ll struggle to take as many of them to the grave with him. He’ll fight so hard and kill so many, that when he’s finally gone demons will look behind their shoulders, fearing that even dead Charles may come in pursuit at any moment. 

From outsider’s perspective Charles is a young man of few words. This is not because he is inherently gloomy or asocial, but because Charles dislikes speaking much ever since he acquired his demon markings. He is ashamed of the demonic taint he carries and hates showing it to strangers. Even among fellow Stormbringers, who also carry markings of demons, Charles feels slight discomfort with his inhumanely long and sharp fangs being seen. 

Bio:  Charles was raised in a huge family estate, looked after by dozens of servants who dared not to disobey any of his wishes, and surrounded by luxury rivalled only by that of the king. As the firstborn of the Duke de Berthain, one of the most powerful men in the kingdom, his life was pretty much planned out for him from the beginning. He was to be taught from a young age about the matters of war, politics, art, history, literature, then, when he was older, he was to be taught combat. When he reached his teens Charles was to become squire and, upon becoming an adult, he was to be made a full knight and marry a daughter of lineage equally as noble as his.

For the first fourteen years things went as the Duke de Berthain desired, but the day after Charles became a squire, when he was supposed to leave on a questing journey with his master Sir Bernard Marath, fate put an end to all plans of the old Duke and every mortal in the city of Veiron. With the fall of the King and the demonic invasion, city was quickly destroyed and everyone in it slaughtered. Charles himself, lost to shock and horror upon seeing the hordes from hell and the destruction they spread, would have lost his life if it weren’t for the bravery of his new master. Sir Bernard sacrificed his life to protect his new squire and ensure Charles’ escape to safety outside of Veiron. 

Upon burring Sir Bernard, Charles was left without anyone and anything. With only his mount, armour, weapons and a week worth of provisions, he left on his questing journey. He would spend the next ten years slaying demons and other beasts as a monster hunter for hire, for although killing demons and their ilk gave him twisted kind of pleasure he had to eat and maintain his equipment. In the first year since he began his wanderings Charles learned about the Stormbringers and joined their ranks, and would from time to time travel with one or more of them, sometimes out of convenience but sometimes also out of pure desire for company. 

Equipment: Full plate armour, lance, shield, sword. 

Notes: Mount which Charles rides is a beast called Galheat, a creature which resembles a horse-sized ram. It has the same strength, speed and stamina as a horse, but it also has horns which it can use in battle. Galheats are highly intelligent animals and can live for a very long time. Sournas, the particular Galheat in Charles’ possession, was a present from his father upon becoming a squire and has been loyal friend and companion to the young man in these past ten years.

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@MedjedovicThough my CS is not yet finished, I think Alicia and Charles could potentially know each other. After all, their circumstances are quite similar.

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@Laue They most likely do know each other. Charles at least knows her by reputation, and they probably met on various social occasions nobles tend to visit. 

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Name: Alicia de Cassaris

Age: 36

Gender: Female

Arcana: 

Blinding Light - Channeling magic through her shield, Alicia releases an extremely bright flash of light in front of her shield, blinding anyone looking in her direction.
Wrathfire Enchantment - A personal modification to elemental weapon enchantment, this magic temporary superheats her weapon and envelops it in fiery flame. The weapon itself is in no way damaged from this spell.
Smite - Channels magical energy through her weapon, unleashing a powerful bolt of lightning towards whatever direction her weapon was pointing. The shocking impact of this spell leaves any survivors stunned, though it may not be as effective against more powerful demons.

Race: Human

Mark of the demon: A scar across the chest, as if her heart was ripped out. Also, her hair turned from raven black to blood red.

Profession: Royal Guard (At least before the fall)

Appearance: Alicia cares little for appearances. While she at least attempts to at least maintain her hair hair, unless, of course, she is using a helmet. When she isn't wearing her armor, she wears very plain, peasant-like clothes.

Personality: The events of the fall changed her. Her optimism turned into wrath, boundless energy she possessed now used for one purpose and one purpose only - to purge the demonic scum. Or anyone that gets in the way of that. Though her past self is rather repressed, there are still hints of a woman she once was - joyful and smiling, and yet a stalwart guardian. Though for this side of her to surface, she needs to be with people she's close with. And considering her almost suicidal approach to "purge the demons", she finds little like-minded individuals. Luckily for Alicia, there's always someone to persuade her to not just walk into Veiron blindly.

Bio: Born on a noble family, from the onset she was very different from her sisters. Where her sisters preferred lady-like games and played with various dresses, Alicia was more interested in what her brothers were doing, which usually involved wooden swords and shields. While at first her parents tried to dissuade her, thinking it's just a phase, it never passed. Year by year, she kept practicing sword fighting, keeping up well with her brothers even. Eventually her family gave in, and allowed her to join the same lessons her brothers were undertaking - combat, warfare and chivalry. Unfortunately, this meant she was almost impossible to be used a bride for any important marriage, and Alicia just being there pretending to be a boy would sully her family's reputation. Fortunately, the King's Royal Guard were not at all selective about the gender. While for a noble family, sending a son to be a Royal Guard would damage their prestige, sending a DAUGHTER would make a pretty prestigious statement. 

For Alicia, this was a dream come true. She did not want to be just a tool for a strategic marriage. She wanted to be something. And being a Royal Guard was just that something. The Royal Guard training regimen was tough, and that was her favorite part. It didn't matter whether you were a man or a woman, it was up to you to accomplish the set goals. During the training they were taught a big of magic, mostly how to imbue and channel it through their weapons. While not nearly as powerful as a spell that a real wizard would produce, it was a key weapon in their arsenal. Out of many that aspired to be Royal Guards, few succeeded in completing the training. Alicia was one of them. It was the happiest day of her life, even more so because her own family came to celebrate her new status. 

However, these were times of peace, and the Royal Guard, the elite warriors of the King, had little to do. During this time, however, Alicia grew a great appreciation for the King, even though some of the things he ordered them to do were odd. They were instructed to search for any information about demons and learn about them, and applying said knowledge to their fighting style. For all Alicia knew, demons were just a fairy-tale to scare misbehaving children, but she dared not to question the King's command. And aside from taking care of highwaymen and other misbehaving rabble, the Royal Guard had little else to do anyway. 

And then the fateful day came. Everyone in the Royal Guard knew something was amiss. The King was visibly shaken, terrified. Some kind of malicious presence was in the air even. Most odd was his urgent command to evacuate the capital and form the Stormbringers. Thinking their King ill, the Royal Guard did not flee immediately. Instead they tried to understand the ramblings of their King. And a few hours after that, all hell broke lose. The finals words of their king, just as the demons started descending upon the capital, was to "RUN". And so they did, hearing the screams of their King, of everyone in the keep echoing throughout, as they ran. Alicia doesn't know if any other Royal Guards succeeded in escaping. Her whole world was violently torn away from her, it felt like her own heart was ripped out. She even got a nasty scar across her chest to match the sensation, as her hair turned blood red, something not ever seen in this land.

And now being one of the few surviving people who heard about the Stormbringer formation order, she roams the land looking for potential recruits, all the while having her fellow comrades dissuade her from waging one woman crusade against the demons. 

Equipment: Royal Guards possessed high quality weapons and armor, and this is what she bears to this day. She has an oil-fueled lantern, as well as a backpack for various provisions.
@Laue

The CS looks pretty standard fair and if I might say a lot better than the previous incarnation. There is however one thing regarding the Arcana section. Magic, at least legal magic is born not made. Only those with magical apptitude can perform spells. There would be no teaching spells "but nothing compared to what a real wizard could do". You either are a wizard or you aren't there is no inbetween. The only type of magic that can be taught us witchcraft which is both infinitely more complicated and a hanging offense.

I realize I only told someone about this in PM and not in the general information panel so that's my fault. Normal weapons can't handle having magic channeled through them. It causes them to degrade very quickly to the point of melting into a hunk of slag. Even before the fall smiths capable of making enchantment grade weapons were rare and charged much for there services. After the fall many were hunted by demons for there capabilities or simply for sport and now if any are left they are in hiding. This means that enchanted weapons made recently or having magic channel through them tenders the weapon useless very quickly. The only stable enchanted weapons are like Tryanny very old and often heirlooms of royal houses dating back to the lands settling by what would become major houses.

And to everyone, I realize that so far most of you are playing former nobles if Veiron but that doesn't mean all of you have magic weaponry. These objects are meant to be rare and highly sought after and following the fall often pass hands just like the Elder Wand, through bloody means.

Charles Agoure de Berthain, the Eternal Squire

Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Mark of the demon: Charles has emphasized fangs which are easy to notice when he speaks. 
Profession: Squire, Monster Hunter 
Personality: Charles is bitter. Ten years ago, when the demons invaded, so much was taken from him and since then a hot red fury has festered within him. He hates demons, with passion a human can have only for his lover or nemesis. Killing demons, exterminating them, that is Charles raison d'etre and in these ten years he has forgotten the core tenants of the kingdom’s knights: protect the weak. There’s little thought for the weak in Charles’ mind. He hunts demons for the family he lost, for the lands which were his birthright, for the kingdom in which he was the scion of one of the greatest noble houses, for the life of comfort and luxury which was violently transformed into one of never-ending wandering and struggle. 

Charles does not believe that he will ever get back what he lost, and that is perhaps the darkest aspect of his anger. It is devoid of hope. He sees no life past his war with demons, no light at the end of this dark tunnel. He has already come to terms with the fact that he will most likely die fighting demons, like his master did before him. But that’s alright, for Charles. If it is his destiny to be killed by those vermin, he’ll struggle to take as many of them to the grave with him. He’ll fight so hard and kill so many, that when he’s finally gone demons will look behind their shoulders, fearing that even dead Charles may come in pursuit at any moment. 

From outsider’s perspective Charles is a young man of few words. This is not because he is inherently gloomy or asocial, but because Charles dislikes speaking much ever since he acquired his demon markings. He is ashamed of the demonic taint he carries and hates showing it to strangers. Even among fellow Stormbringers, who also carry markings of demons, Charles feels slight discomfort with his inhumanely long and sharp fangs being seen. 

Bio:  Charles was raised in a huge family estate, looked after by dozens of servants who dared not to disobey any of his wishes, and surrounded by luxury rivalled only by that of the king. As the firstborn of the Duke de Berthain, one of the most powerful men in the kingdom of Veiron, his life was pretty much planned out for him from the beginning. He was to be taught from a young age about the matters of war, politics, art, history, literature, then, when he was older, he was to be taught combat. When he reached his teens Charles was to become squire and, upon becoming an adult, he was to be made a full knight and marry a daughter of lineage equally as noble as his.

For the first fourteen years things went as the Duke de Berthain desired, but the day after Charles became a squire, when he was supposed to leave on a questing journey with his master Sir Bernard Marath, fate put an end to all plans of the old Duke and every mortal in the city of Veiron. With the fall of the King and the demonic invasion, city was quickly destroyed and everyone in it slaughtered. Charles himself, lost to shock and horror upon seeing the hordes from hell and the destruction they spread, would have lost his life if it weren’t for the bravery of his new master. Sir Bernard sacrificed his life to protect his new squire and ensure Charles’ escape to safety outside of Veiron. 

Upon burring Sir Bernard, Charles was left without anyone and anything. With only his mount, armour, weapons and a week worth of provisions, he left on his questing journey. He would spend the next ten years slaying demons and other beasts as a monster hunter for hire, for although killing demons and their ilk gave him twisted kind of pleasure he had to eat and maintain his equipment. In the first year since he began his wanderings Charles learned about the Stormbringers and joined their ranks, and would from time to time travel with one or more of them, sometimes out of convenience but sometimes also out of pure desire for company. 

Equipment: Full plate armour, lance, shield, sword. 

Notes: Mount which Charles rides is a beast called Galheat, a creature which resembles a horse-sized ram. It has the same strength, speed and stamina as a horse, but it also has horns which it can use in battle. Galheats are highly intelligent animals and can live for a very long time. Sournas, the particular Galheat in Charles’ possession, was a present from his father upon becoming a squire and has been loyal friend and companion to the young man in these past ten years.
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Accepted, minor note, Veiron is the Capitol of the kingdom not the name of the kingdom but otherwise great job.

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Name: Silvana Ravensblood  
Age: 27
Race: Human
Gender: Female 
Mark of the demon: One green eye, one silver eye (not blind), much of her left arm has has become coal like in colour, while down her back are a few, four, Daemonic Runes, the meaning of which are not know to her.
Profession: Blacksmith/Fighter
Personality: Silvana is meticulous when it comes to her craft. She will often double and triple check her work. In her personal life, she is reserved and observant, a trait further pressed to the surface given circumstances. But once she makes friends with someone, those barriers begin to drop and she will protect her friends. 
Appearance: 5'9, 167 lbs. Has several scars.

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Bio: Silvana was a Blacksmith by trade before the fall, brought to Veiron by her father when she was only twelve. She trained her trade under her father for four years becoming a proficient and successful blacksmith in her own right. But when the King formed this new army, she knew things were about to take a turn for the worse.  She packed up her tools, against the protest of her father and began making preparations, basic leather armour. On the day the kingdom fell, she was close to epicentre and was exposed to the tainting, body and mind warping power from the Daemons Realm, she barely managed to escape. In the years since the fall she has slain many an Orc that decided to push their luck and attack her, though she always moves when she sees Demons nearby. She has fought one though, and injured it, but had to flee due to the injuries she sustained. 
Equipment: Hammer set, Leather Armour, other smithing tools, dagger. 
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Made some adjustments and removed her magic. Mostly revamped and fleshed out her personality.

@MedjedovicWhat do you think about Alicia and Charles actively working together from the start. I could even add a little bit on how they escaped Veiron together or something.

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@Prince of Seraphs I made the correction. 

@Laue We can say they met each other at some gathering of refugees few days after the catastrophe. 

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