Name: Rozalia Éathliel

Sex: Female

Age: 23

Birth Sign: The Serpent – She dislikes this Sign, as she’s never found it all that useful. Relying on poisons seems cowardly, so it’s rare for her to use the magic involved with it.

Appearance:

Being a Breton, Rozalia does not stand tall – at an unassuming height of 5’4, with a slim hourglass figure, medium sized breasts, and a narrow waist, she doesn’t appear to be all that strong or intimidating from a distance. But as one gets closer, the toned muscles of her arms and legs become more obvious, brought on by years of climbing and running on a daily basis. Her narrow, heart-shaped face, although no doubt a comely one, looks older than her years; brought on by hard living and a knack for getting into trouble, her eyes hold a steeliness about them that adds years.

But when she smiles, the age falls away and her youthful beauty truly shines through – a pretty dimpled smile, all the more accentuated by her high cheekbones, and light blue eyes rimmed with a golden hazel that truly shine brightly when good times come about. Her nose is a small one, with a decent slope to it that shows she’s never had it broken in a fight. In fact, despite signs of stress and weathering, her face remains mostly unmarred. Delicate eyebrows: pink, plump lips, and eyelashes long and dark enough to make a Princess seethe with jealousy.

However, her body has not such an unmarred exterior - several claw marks, in groups of three and four, have left pale ridges in her skin on the top of her arms and back. Not as unseemly as some poor folk’s scars, but undoubtedly noticeable. Further minor scars pepper her body from past scuffles; an arrow mark here, a sword slash there... but the most noticeable would be the bite marks. Obviously from a humanoid creature, several mark her arms, legs and neck, at the points where the blood flows most freely. She prefers to cover these up with either war paint or clothing, as she prefers not to talk about them, nor the story of how they came to be there.

Personality:

Generally an easy-going and humorous girl; despite a less than easy life, Roze prefers to keep a light mind about things. It tends to make life easier, she's found. As such, she can be quick to build a rapport with others, or to make jokes; the more a situation deteriorates, and the more nervous she gets, the more jokes come from her mouth.

On the other hand, she has a fierce temper. Although not easily broken, the few times she has lost it has left people dead - and she was well within their rights to kill them, but it was done in a slightly more... frenzied manner than she is used to. From this temper lives a fierce protectiveness over things she cares about deeply, although she has become used to not sharing this type of bond with anything these days. After so many years of loss, she'd rather not become emotionally invested in someone, as it will lead to a grieving of death afterwards. As such, she lives a nomadic lifestyle - never staying with the same people for a long amount of time, and constantly traversing the countryside. Because a long travelling companion means emotions are bound to come into it once more.

If one is to become her friend, her jokes become less, and her naturally friendly and companionable side is shown; not making quips for the sake of breaking the silence, but rather enjoying once another's company.

She also has a very large reckless and rebellious streak - more often than not she will storm into danger, simply to see what happens on the other side. One could consider this to be a foolish attribute for a thief, but it’s never failed her yet. In fact, some of her best heists have been in situations like this... simply because she trusts herself to know how to get out of any trouble she finds herself in.

Major Skills: Sneak, 1H Blade, Light Armour, Security, Acrobatics, Athletics, Alteration

Name: Mozan Havaerian

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Appearance:

Mozan is a tall, lean, and troublesome-looking man who stands at 6"3 and weighs around 185 pounds. Though he is on the lean side for an adventurer of
his caliber, what he lacks in sheer size he makes up for in muscle mass; his broad shoulders are rippling with strength, and his musculature is prominant and well defined where visible. Though he is but a young man at the beginning of his life's journey, his flesh lacks the unscarred visage of innocence. Miscellanious pieces of jagged, bumpy flesh prominantly stand out upon his pale body, and the most prominant of his collection are a jagged trio of claw marks stretching down from his right shoulderblade toward his left hip. They are the sole memento of his battle for survival with a duo of Spriggans. The other prominant scar he holds is concealed by a simple black patch adorning his right eye, and he's often not privvy to speak of the circumstances surrounding the injury. His youthful, though slightly hollow face is marred by the tell-tale signs of stress; Creases have begun to form at the corners of his mouth and eye as a result of a constant grimace of determination being plastered upon his features. His face is framed by jet black bangs which hang lazily above his forehead, and his hair is cut into a short, utilitarian style which requires little maintenance. His face is clean shaven, and his teeth are surprisingly well-maintained for a nomadic traveller. This is a result of some simple alchemical remedies to maintain a less-than-haggard appearance throughout his journey as a thief.

All in all, he's not exactly the typical young thief; not in appearance, or skill. One must simply choose to reject the appearance of the cover, and dig
deep into a soul's pages to discover it's story, and it's purpose in existance.

Personality: Mozan is exactly what one would expect to see in a young man who has seen too much in his short time. Years of stress and depression sit
squarely
upon his shoulders, and the tension shows in the way he carries himself. The only times where he feels truly at his peak are in the midst of his passions;
the heist, the hunt, and unusually enough, alchemy. Though the burden he carries is evident, that is not to say that he is the silent type; Often times,
it's quite the opposite. Regardless of that, he does not go out of his way to converse with nosy strangers, aside from that of the passing comment or query.
This is especially evident if he is able to identify them as a thief. To simplify his personality into a brief statement, he's a bit of a fuck up. He
longs for comfort and luxury, but has a bit of a gambling problem. (He thinks he has it figured out.) He goes out of his way to maintain an extremely low
profile, but isn't above starting a bar brawl in order to escape his steep tab with the bartender. He doesn't lust after a long term relationship, yet
he curses his father for abandoning his mother in his younger years. Many of his personality traits contrast that of his ideal image of a moral, well rounded
person, but this does not stop him from attempting to better himself. He is a difficult man to read, and a difficult man to describe in so few words. But
in summary, he is arrogant, condescending at times, oozes sarcasm, and his tongue is layered in a thick coat of silver. He's quick, cunning, and a bit
of an asshole, but one best believe that if he calls them companion, that he will protect them to the ends of Mundus, Oblivion, and beyond.

---Bonus---

Birth Sign: The Lady, which he was told is the embodiment of willpower, endurance, and determination. This sign suits Mozan well, for if there is one aspect
of Mozan's character that cannot be bested, it is his drive; his motivation to keep living. His sheer power of will is the defining aspect of Mozan that
is often times remembered in passing by his former companions and associates.