Thorvald Greyfeather

Nickname/Alias:
Lightning rod

Race:
Shael, falcon

Gender:
Male

Age:
30

Additional Info
Personality:
Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so.

He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation.

Appearance:
Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue.

Height:
4'2"

Weight:
80lbs

Fight related
Magic:
Elementalism; lightning.

Class:
Dragoon

Weapons/Items:
An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes.

Strengths:
Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time.

Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole.

Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly.

Weaknesses:
Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground.

Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result.

Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn.

Techniques:
Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case.

Basics
Name: Atlas Bentpine.

Race:
Tothum.

Gender:
Female.

Age:
23.

Additional Info
Personality:
Atlas' main trait would be apathetic. That goes for her looks, others’ looks, things going around her, or just in general. As handy as this could be for saving your feelings from getting hurt, it doesn't help when she has to make choices. Usually, she's a go with the flow type of gal, but this can be a pain when she's given options. Especially about her future, where her indecisiveness makes it hard for her to even have the slightest idea on what she wants to do.

Matched with her uncaring attitude is her laziness. It takes a lot of convincing to get her to do something. Your best bet to get her to do something would be offering her something food related. But even then, she's pretty reluctant to do something that she doesn't want to. Most of the time, she prefers dozing in the shade for a couple hours. If something requires hard labor, you can most certainly count her out despite that being one of the only things she's really good at.

She is passive towards people, not wanting to be on sides other than her own. Atlas isn’t much of a people’s person, and can be a bit uncomfortable when around people for long periods of time. Given her reclusiveness, she can be rather socially awkward, so she doesn’t talk much as she has no idea what to say most of the time. Sh

Something that must be pointed out would be that although she doesn't care about most things, she does indeed care about the well being of others over herself. Following the stereotypical gentle giant, she likes to watch out for others, which explains her companionship with her little Neth friend, Rykiar.

Appearance:
Atlas, being rightfully named, is quite tall and has an almost intimidating size. Being from the chilly Toth region, one must put a bit of bulk on, which explains her being on the more heavier side. She appears more akin to that of a bull rather than possessing more of a feminine figure of most lady Tothum. This doesn't bother her, however, despite often being mistaken for a male. With snow comes thick fur, her own being a shaggy blue-gray, aside from her whiskered snout and stomach which are a lighter gray.

Being a Tothum, Atlas has dark gray hooves, perfect for not losing your toes to frostbite up north. Along with her hooves are a pair of horns, usually kept short and rounded off when her transformation magic isn't in play. Noticeably, above her warm brown eyes are thick eyebrow markings, giving her a rather angry appearance.

As for clothes, she tends to keep it simple. She wears a parka like top over a plain tunic as well a pair of short pants that cut off at her haunches. Atlas tends to dress rather lightly due to her heavy fur that makes her overheat easily.

Height:
7'3 ft.

Weight:
250 lbs.

Fight related
Magic:
Transformation.

Class:
Wanderlusty Nomad

Weapons/Items:
Has a knapsack she carries with her that has supplies like food, basic medicinal herbs, and most likely a few of Rykiar's belongings.

Strengths:
-Good at being on the defensive, be it taking a beating, or protecting others, she can stand being in the front lines and having others hide behind her as she takes the blunt of the attack.

-Pretty strong, be it for fighting or carrying something heavy, she's the one to go to.

Weaknesses:
-Is on the slow side, no thanks to her laziness or even her large size. This also includes in battle, as she takes her time making attacks, often waiting for the perfect time, but it could be a mistake on her part and not being quick enough.

-She’s also rather easily tired, usually after using her magic abilities enough exhausts her and is down for the count.

-Her attitude and carefree ways can hinder her to not care in dire situations, or even make her own choices that may not be necessarily right.

-Overheats easily, and is often sluggish in warmer weather. Fire elemental magic is a big no-no for her.

Techniques:
Atlas heavily relies on her transformation magic, using it to overpower her enemy, or mostly just to flee. She will alter her body whatever it calls for the situation, such as:

• Tougher skin/scaly plates for defense
• Sharp claws/fangs/horns
• Wings
• Growth in size and strength

But as mentioned, all these alterations, especially when combined, will tucker her out pretty easily. As a result, Atlas will only really use magic when the moment calls for it.

Flavor:
Theme Song:
Come on you hermit, you never fight back

Name:
Rykiar Drake

Race:
Just your average church mouse. So Neth.

Gender:
Male

Age:
25

Personality:
Very mild mannered. Always calm and collected, not much can upset him. He is very kind and caring to those who are kind back to him. Overall he is a very gentle soul.
However, being as he belongs to the school of illusionment, it only makes sense that his personality is also a front. The personality described is that which he presents to the world around him. On the inside, Rykiar usually tends to be freaking out at just about everything that happens. He acts calm and stone-faced about most things because on the inside he’s trying his best not to run away and hide. He learned long ago that if he pretends that everything is ok, then it usually will be. As time progressed he has been finding it harder and harder to keep his calm and has been becoming more and more daring, and has found himself filled with a longing for adventure.

Appearance:
Very plain features, he has brown fur and beady black eyes. He does make sure to keep his claws and teeth very clean, because it makes him feel happier to be clean. He is usually found wearing a beige outfit (blouse, pantaloons. You get the gist) and a leather cape, as well as an emerald green belt/sash. Shaped like a seat belt, it’s a long piece of fabric that he first wraps around his wait and then diagonally over his shoulder, connecting it in the back. His tail is as long as his body and is kept as clean as the rest of him. He is fairly short and a little plump.

Height:
4 feet, 10 inches.

Weight:
140 lbs.

Magic:
Illusionism

Class:
Gentry (Wellborn and well-bred people. In England, the class below the nobility. An upper or ruling class; aristocracy. Those who are not members of the nobility but are entitled to a coat of arms, especially those owning large tracts of land. )

Weapons/Items:
A Falchion named Bhamara that was passed down to him by his Father before he died.

A small knife longer than his palm, but not by much, that he bought from a wandering enchanter he met one day while traveling back to his home from the nearby city. It is a single edged blade that is so incredibly sharp it can cut through anything with the slightest of ease.

Strengths:
Invisibility: He is rather adept at not necessarily making himself invisible, but enforcing the idea into the mind of others that he isn’t there. Essentially he uses heavy magical persuasion.

Mirage: He simply has to think of an object (living or non) and it slowly starts appearing wherever he imagines it. It is not however, a tangible thing. It is simply a hologram of sorts, just without all the technology. He can not make it speak or make noise, but he can control it’s actions as it is around. He has to be focusing on maintaining it and can’t really do much else while he is doing this.

Weaknesses:
He is fairly slow in combat, being that he hasn’t spent much time with a sword and has focused more on his magic.

He is fairly near sighted, and if it were modern times he would absolutely be required to wear glasses while driving.

Techniques:
He is slower, so he will try and get up close to them all the while using his magic to either distract his opponent with something, or make them think he is in a different spot than he by going invisible and casting an image of himself somewhere else. He can’t do this for very long because it requires a lot of energy and concentration to manage both spells at the same time.

Other:
His parents have both died of illness, and he has not married nor does he have any plans to currently, simply because he’d rather not be tied down right now.

Basics
Name:
Ymahr Shir.

Race:
Lah'na, a Lion specifically.

Gender:
Male.

Age:
33.

Additional Info
Personality:
At first glance, many would think that this feline is nothing but a cold brute without any goals, simply wandering for eternity. And while that may be partly true, Ymahr tends not to heed the whispers of strangers and let it get to him, for they are free to say what they want, so as long as they do not intrude in his mission. While definitely no has-been, he feels out of touch with many youths and adolescents that he feels he may as well be a senile old man, and while it does not bother him that much, it does bring back a painful memory of the past for him, something that he wishes not to ponder on.

The lion is calm, tactical and collected. Preferring to think of a more logical or safer approach rather than facing danger head-on, his wisdom and intellect however becomes a double-edged sword when it begins to mix with his emotions and feelings. They clash like water and oil and often proves difficult for him to express as such.

Rather than staying with groups, Ymahr finds peace in being alone, something that has stayed with him ever since he wandered. Due to his years of traversing the roads in his pursuit of strength, he comes off as an anti-social person as his time alone was most certainly not spent with many. Despite this, he is also shown to be well-meaning and selfless, he simply prefers not to show it often.

He tends to cling to the past often, it is something that both drives him forward and pulls him towards his own downfall.

Appearance:
Ymahr is a tall, and athletically-built lion, something that stems from his various battles during his travels. His fur is mostly tawny-colored, with his chest-area and lower muzzle being mainly white, whereas his mane consists mostly of a dirty-yellow color. The lion's face is almost-always filled a stern expression, almost as if he is expressing slight irritation from his surroundings.

His armor-if you could call it that-consists of a simple scarf adorned with a small trinket, a cloth belt and a simple pair of pants. On his right hand, he wields a gauntlet that is purely aesthetic.

Height:
6'2".

Weight:
190 lbs.

Fight related
Magic:
Miracles. He has a strong preference towards defense instead of recovery.

Class:
Vagabond.

Weapons/Items:
A gold spear, and what little he considers as "armor".

Strengths:
Brute Strength
- Even without his magic and spear, Ymahr is a formidable foe up close and is willing to use his bare hands to confront foes.

Agile
- Though not as dexterous as many of his kind, his speed is above average and he tends to incorporate it in his fights where his defense is one of his biggest enemies.

Instinct
- He may be an anti-social one, but those who manage to befriend this lion will find that he is willing to cross limits in order to protect those what little he calls "friends", even if it includes putting his life on the line just to ensure their survival and/or safety.

Weaknesses:
Solace in Solitude
- Prefers to be alone, he is hesitant to rely on the aid of others unless it was a matter of life and death.

Lion's Pride
- In addition to the above, if he ever finds himself allying with another, Ymahr will often prioritize himself rather than his allies. He may heal and tend to their wounds once in a while but that would be about it, unless that person happens to be someone important to him that is.

Sticks and Stones
- Prone to taunting the enemy and can easily underestimate them just from their appearances. This doesn't apply to just enemies though, he calls them as he sees them, for better or worse. He does not to bear any ill will, but rather to bear witness the potential of his adversaries.

Expose'
- Tends not to use armor and cover himself up as it gets in the way of his dexterity. As a result, he is vulnerable to many attacks, both physical and magical. To remedy this, he tends to rely on casting barriers for defense or using some of his agility to safely dodge incoming attacks instead.

Techniques:
Ymahr prefers to confront enemies from a mid-to-close distance, using his spear to attack from a safe range with quick pokes and thrusts. He tends not to close-in on an enemy until he sees a viable opening, at which point he switches to a more aggressive fighting style that relies more on cornering the opponent and tiring them out with repeated stabs, even using fisticuffs if his spear would-somehow-be unavailable. He tends to alternate between a defensive and offensive style, depending on the situation.

When it comes to using his magic in fighting however, he almost always tries to start every fight by casting a barrier on himself to lessen the damage he receives. As mentioned above, while he may be uncomfortable fighting with allies, that doesn't mean he won't be willing to spare a moment of his time to aid them however.

"Enlighten Your Mind"

Basics
Name: Varm Qua'reth.
Nickname: "Meditator"
Race: Sak'all, Crocodile.
Gender: Male.
Age: 29.
Additional Info

Personality: Varm was born into a nomadic tribe of Sak'all. His father was a fighter, and his mother was a Shaman. Always fascinated by Kindness, he always helped, even if he did not get anything in return. He is a loner, likes to reside in the dense Forests where they can be alone with his own business

Studying the ins and outs of mastering Enchanting, uses it during the fight, can enchant Blades to deal poison, fire or just blunt damage.

While living in the Woods he has a lot of time for medidation and training, this has maken him very Disciplined and fast. Thanks to his mother he acquired the knowledge needed for basic first aid.

He always wanted to create a huge monk monastery. Firstly he became a Monk because one of Tribesmen was a Monk Master and he wanted to teach someone about enlightening the mind and becoming a master of all the techniques. He eats the plants he gathers while walking in the woods, which is weird because he's a crocodile, and crocodiles usually eat meat, but he decided that true master should eat meat only when he needs.He could risk his live for goal he decided to achieve.

Appearance: He's a bit short for his race, and Not so heavy. He wears pants, and also wears Tall Travelling boots on his feet. No Armor on body can make him vulnerable to most attacks. Wear's left shoulder armor and self made gloves, one armored and second unarmored.

Height: 6.1 feet.
Weight: 167 lbs.
Fight related
Magic: Enchanting
Class: Monk

Weapon :
Self maded Blades, like This on picture

Strengths:
Monk Discipline - Disciplined, will hold to one goal.

Fast Fighter - Due to Monk training he is very fast in combat and can fight with bare hands with same precise as if he were armed

Weaknesses:
Lack of Armor - He only wears pants and left shoulder armor, making him vulnerable to attacks

Weird - As a Monk he is treated like some kind of weirdo

Techniques: He only fights as last resort, but when he must fight he depends mostly on agility and speed, Strength is second. He can beat enemy with bare hands due to Special arts training.

“What is truly evil? The magic that someone uses… or how that person uses it?”

Basics
Name: Erion ‘Letendre’ Silverwind.

Nickname/Alias:
“Well… Some people that shun me cause of my magic call me Erion Foulwind… most just call me Erion when they get to know me.”

Race:
Vulpine, to be specific a white fox anthro

Gender:
Male

Age:
28

Additional Info
Personality:
“How to describe myself… I am usually calm and philosophical. The vision of evil, thinking about what the true meaning of good and evil. That kind of stuff. Also, I don’t really trust people that much, even anyone that would be related to me, cause of my past. Never know what someone would be behind their normal attitude, what kind of secret they keep from others. I usually think fast when it is needed.
I dislike going to hurt people for nothing. I am not the kind of person to just go and start a fight cause of opinions and such. Sure, I will defend myself, and possibly kill if it is needed, but you won’t see me attacking travellers for nothing on the road.
Although there is some things that will make me dislike someone. Laziness is one of those things. Someone that just stays there and doesn’t work, that let others do what he is supposed to do. This annoys me a lot. Another thing would be greed, specifically the type that makes you abuse of others.
Even though I am usually calm, it happens sometimes that things get…. Out of hand that I lose that calmness. But most people told me that my bark was louder than my bite… that is until I got my blade out and ready for battle…
One last thing I should note about myself…. Some people did end up… complaining about me talking to myself sometimes. That would be cause of some spirits that decided to keep fallowing me around after what I did in the past. Sure…. They do help me in battle when I need them, but sometimes it is just plain annoying.”
He stops for a moment, and then look to the side.
“You really think I will tell them about what happen to me in the past? Geez... You know how long that would take. No thank you.”

Appearance:
One thing to note with the image above is that on his sword arm, he has a scar on his hand and a small one over the top of his left eye.

Height:
5.6 feet

Weight:
126 lbs

Fight related
Magic:
Necromancy, although more specialised in the soul aspect then the rising the dead aspect.

Class:
“Well… this is a hard one… I think the term Soulblade would fit here”

Weapons/Items:
A longsword

A set of leather armor

Strengths:
-Quick senses and movement: He is quite fast in his reaction times, able to move out of the way of attacks that comes towards him.
-He is very dexterous with his sword, able to exploit weak spots.

Weaknesses:
- Low resistance to physical attacks. Sure, he is able to take some hits, but he’s not hulk, he isn’t resistant. A good powerful hit in the chest that he doesn’t see coming can knock him out. He also refuses to wear heavy armor, preferring to be able to move quicker more than taking hits.
- Physically, he is not that strong. He is more specialised in the balance between his magic and his sword technique.

Techniques:
He is a fighter that relies more at dexterous strikes more than brute strength. He relies more in the combination of spirit energy and pin point strikes to do his damage against his opponents, aiming a lot of time towards area’s to disarm or weaken ones abilities. He also uses accurate spirit blast when in a distance to weaken his opponents before going for his sword strikes. He uses his quick senses to react in fights, by either parrying strikes or dodge them

Flavor:
Theme Song:
youtube.com/watch?v=bPCMJC1Ig6s

"I'll show them power! I can do it!"

Basics
Name: Zack Itzhak.

Nickname/Alias:
"Cackling Zack."

Race:
Nin'tah. Coyote.

Gender:
Male.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual.

Age:
38.

Additional Info
Personality:
Zack has the boundless jolliness and positivity of a man who knows accomplishment. While he has always been something of a prodigy when it comes to the arcane arts, this innate talent of his has only been sharpened throughout his life. He has outlasted many of his contemporaries. Far from imagining himself above and beyond everything, Zack loves nothing more than to face new obstacles and opponents that actually manage to challenge him. Death threats thrill and amuse him.

While he undoubtedly has a high self-esteem, it has some how yet to cross the line to arrogance, as it is tempered with a realistic appreciation of the fact that there's still so much more he can achieve. However, he is something of a fanatic when it comes to building upon his skills and power.

He eschews pomp and wealth, and generally keeps himself to rather spartan living conditions, especially when compared to the fancy, gaudy robes and accouterments of other wizards of his stature. It is quite easy to mistake him for a commoner, for he does little to advertise himself. He lets his deeds and achievements speak for him, rather than self-promotion.

He comes across as quite callous and indifferent when it comes to any cause but his lust for ever greater knowledge and power. That being said, the power he endlessly seeks is more of a personal journey; he is no would-be conqueror or tyrant, and has yet to go out of his way to impose his will upon others.

He also has something of a sadistic streak when the mood strikes him. However, despite his immense power, he shows remarkable restraint towards the poor targets of these whims of his, and instead prefers to toy with them through other means. Such torments are never wounding or lethal, although they're certainly frustrating and humiliating.

Appearance:
A rather tall, somewhat slender canine male. He tends to wear a robe-length, greenish-grey wool coat; tan pants; black leather gloves; long cavalry boots; and of course the red scarf. It is almost as if his default expression is a thin smile of constant amusement. Slung over a shoulder and crossing his chest is a strap bound to a sack which carries his tomes. A bindle is wrapped around the head of his staff, which carries other items, such as provisions.

Height:
6'2.

Weight:
142 lbs.

Fight related
Magic:
Hexes. With particular emphasis on curses and conjuring dark energy. The taboo nature of his favored school of magic only serves to makes it more appealing to him, knowing he enjoys and embraces power that most deny themselves and cower away from.

Class:
Warlock.

Weapons/Items:
A relatively plain iron staff.

Strengths:

- A master, or quite close, in his particular school of magic.

- He is quite quick on his feet, as he'd have to be, given he wears no armor and isn't the toughest person around.

Weaknesses:

- Due to his overwhelming focus on his arcane abilities, his capabilities as a martial fighter are just about useless.

- It's not quite overconfidence, but his mentality where he sees threats as entertaining challenges to be overcome, rather than life or death situations, can at times cloud his judgment.

Techniques:
It really depends. In most cases he tries to resolve situations efficiently and mindfully despite his overwhelming power, which in practice is a bit like guiding a sledgehammer to the precise structural weakpoints in a building to level it in as few swings as possible. If he is in a more toying, sadistic mood, he will prolong the fight for as long as he can.

Flavor:
Theme Song:
This is how it should beeee, this is how it iiiis