Age: 29



Race: Harpy
Gender: Female
Occupation: Bookshop owner
Location: West End

Name: Dispyrexos, or more commonly, Dis.
Age: 1205
Attire/Appearance:



Race: Dragon
Gender: Male
Occupation: Wastelands Explorer and Salvager. If the pay's good, one might ride him aswell.
Location: Doesn't need one. You poke a sleeping dragon at your own risk. He has an office in West End though, and a cozy lair outside of Enigma's walls which goes once in a while to.
Alliance: His own.
A Brief History: Dis was born outside Enigma's walls, in the massive barren place known as the rest of the world. After some nominal rearing from her mother, he was thrown in the savage wilderness to live and thrive. It wasn't easy at first, as his power and size hadn't grown to an acceptable level to fend off all threats yet, so he spent a lot of his youth scurrying off into caves to avoid bigger dragons and bands of marauders. It was then when he encountered pieces of lost tech, relics of an age long past. They weren't edible, but for what little he could know, someone might find them interesting. So he started collecting them, making his hoard out of these pieces of apparent junk. Until he found the conglomerate of populace known as Enigma.

Quickly piecing two and two together, he brought the old tech with him to sell. Unsurprisingly, it sold well, particulary among the most wealthy of the castes, interested in advancement. As it was a reasonable way to make profit, he resolved to become a peddler to gain a little extra resources while trying to live in the wasteland.

As time passed, however, he became finally strong and mighty enough so that even bands of marauders would turn the other way when sighting him, and his business in recovering things was no longer needed. But he kept doing it anyway, because it was rather amusing to do so. Besides, after prolonged exposure to such technological findings, prompted him to earn an acquired taste in the History and the culture of the world, specially the parts he couldn't find in the books. And as such, he feels somewhat jealous about ancient Humans, who had the power to shape nature so much they enraged the Gods.

Even nowadays, after settling as one of the powerful entities that one shouldn't piss off in the wasteland and having the admiration of lesser dragons for his power and combat prowess, the impact his exploring did to shape him is so much that he still accepts tasks from people that are weaker than him.

Other: Is a notorious tax evader. He is pro human, for all the wrong easons.

Name:Vitruvius Moondew
Age: 2000 ish. He can't really remember if it is 2004 or 1998 or anything inbetween.
Attire/Appearance: Vitruvius is a 6' tall elf of lean build, with silver hair that hangs loosely until past the shoulders, pale skin and green eyes which despite his age, still spark vividly. He usually is seen sharp dressed in a gray tuxedo, alongside a delicatedly-crafted cane. Sometimes he can be seen in state-of-the art military gear of dull earthen colors, alongside a cloak to shield him from the rigors of expeditions.
Race: (Immortal) Elf - A rare subset of elves, which live much longer than their kin, with no maximum lifespan ever recorded.
Gender: Male
Occupation: Sorcerer, Scholar and Commander of Wasteland Expeditions.
Location: North End- Nominally. He spends a lot of time outside the city, recruiting people in the South End, and visiting other wards for information.
Alliance: Hierarchy- Albeit he's significantly more lenient on humans than most.
A Brief History: Vitruvius for the most part, was a rather typical elf in the first centuries of life. Always maturing slowly, with class and elegance, obeying his elders, and developing his magical talent. He performed rather acceptably and enjoyed life in society somewhat. Slowly but surely, he climbed the society's ladder, eventually replacing his elders as a part of the elven elite among the city of Enigma. He also became engaged, and produced offspring. But somewhere, sometime along the way, he felt something was ...different.

He wasn't showing signs of slowing down, or age, or anything related to it whatsoever. All while his kids grew up and his wife became older, he pretty much stayed the same. Even for an elf, it seemed excessive. Setting aside the political scene for a while, and an Elder position, he sought out to solve the enigma of his existence.

The truth of it shook him to the core. Apparently, he had the gift of eternal life, as he was an immortal elf. It was a blessing in a sense, but said blessing had destroyed the minds of those fellow immortal elves before him, through millenia of strife, until the point they had become raving maniacs or committed suicide. He decided to not let it affect him, but eventually, his wife died, and his children were now adults. He could not watch them aging in his sight, so he opted out to settle for an option that would benefit everyone.

He would routinely keep scouring the world to gather info, and defend the city of Enigma until his last, becoming an eternal defender and explorer for the thousands of years he could potentially have, until the city crumbled before his eyes, or he would be struck fatally and be freed into the afterlife. Along the way, he found out that the humans, with their ingenuity and short lives were often the foil to his woes, and also a ready, quick to recruit workforce in his expeditions, plagued with death and injury. He eventually came to enjoy the company of them, and questioned if the conditions that they had been living in were perhaps a bit too harsh.

Other: He absolutely refuses to take an Elder seat or high political profiles, he's danced that jig before and it was far from pleasant. He has a rather good sense of humour for someone so old.