Name:Balgus the Iron Soul

Appearance:A hulking man in both size and stature, Balgus is easily 6'3" of rippling muscle and scar tissue. Bright blue eyes look out over a face that has seen a few too many broken noses to be called handsome anymore. He has a thick and surprisingly well manicured handlebar moustache which is the only hair remaining on his head. These days he is rarely seen outside of his characteristic armor which only adds to an already imposing silhouette.

Age: mid 30s to late 40s

Gender: Male

Personality: Outwardly headstrong and boisterous, Balgus has a personality like a jolly hurricane. Once he sets himself to the task the only thing that will stop him is death, but given the nature of the curse that appears to have lost some of its bite. Balgus is a sociable man, quick to become friends with even total strangers provided they can tolerate his lack of subtlety. This is not to say he is a fool, beneath the outward simplicity is a calculating man who acts only when he is certain of the course it's just that once he acts it takes quite a bit to make him stop.

Background: Balgus was once a proud warrior in a foreign land who made a name for himself with feats of almost inhuman strength. In his youth he was an apprentice blacksmith, a career path which he attributes as the foundations of his great musculature, but found the quiet life lacking. When his lord demanded troops he signed up willingly though initially as company armorer. Few things go as planned and Balgus would end up tasting combat sooner rather than later. He found his now iconic suit of armor while campaigning in a land of gods, the skeleton of its former user still inside but the armor unharmed. Most of his allies thought the suit unwearable but Balgus was able to shoulder its prohibitive weight with ease. His unshakable will in battle and heavy armor earned him the praise of his comrades and his lord who named him the Iron Soul, the name he would carry for the rest of his mortal career. When it came to pass that he had the curse of the undead he was exiled to the land of Avalin to spend the rest of his days among the throngs of restless dead. He is trying to find purpose in this lifeless land lest he become hollow like the rest.

Weapons: He wields a broken Greatsword which he found alongside his armor. The tip had been broken off and the blade is dull, though it seems a nearly impossible task even for a seasoned smith to make such a thick blade retain an edge. Instead he uses its still impressive mass to smash targets with great chopping and sweeping attacks. He lacks a shield and instead uses the flat of the blade to tank or deflect hits. In a pinch he could also use his smith's hammer in combat though this is not what it is meant for.

Armor: He wears a heavy suit of black iron armor which he is able to move in surprisingly adeptly.

Other Equipment: Blacksmith's tools, an estus flask, and 5 firebombs.

Any relations?: He has a daughter, herself bearing the curse. Much of his reason for adventuring is the hope of finding her again and keeping her safe.

Any skills: Balgus is an able blacksmith capable of maintaining most armor and weaponry.

Title of government:

Name: Hikari
Appearance:
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Personality: His is a kind soul, believing in helping others in this dark and forsaken world, believes himself to be a light in the darkness.
Backround: He's helped a few people in the past, and most have thanked him, but even so when he has needed help no one has offered their hand. Even so Hikari helps any that accept him. He joined the Warriors of Sunlight after he met Solaire thinking him to be the model he would build himself to be, a man of justice and righteousness, this is what Hikari desired to be.
Weapons: Uchigatana and a longbow
Spells: Heal and Lightning Spear
Armor: Elite Knight armor set and Heater Shield
other equipment: Quiver of about 50 normal arrows, estus flask, talisman
Any relations: Spoken to Solaire on some occasions, believes to be friends with
Any skills or additional things you are good at: Soul Transportation, and dexterity fighter so good at dodging and combat mobility

Name: Hammond (?)
Appearance: A slight, unimposing figure, this enigmatic soul has the name 'Hammond' carved into his chest. He has a thin face, with withered, sallow features. He is short, and unhealthily thin. Not much changes from his hollowed and non-hollowed state, except the texture of his skin. He has dark, shaggy hair that rolls over into his eyes.
Age: Early twenties.
Gender: Male
Personality: Hammond doesn't speak, but he seems to be the cheerful sort. Always trying to help, or at least not hinder his fellows, Hammond makes for friendly, if a bit quiet company.
Background: None that he can share. His tongue has been cut out.
Weapons, spells, armor, other equipment: Club - A simple club hewn of rough wood. Makes for a surprisingly powerful bludgeoning weapon.
Plank shield - Makeshift shield built from wooden planks, provides minimal protection at the cost of moderate humiliation.
Pendant - No purpose, but fond memories comfort travelers.
Relations: None.
Additional skills: Knows all the emotes.

Name: Malakaus
Appearance:

Age: 23
Gender: Male
Backround: Malakaus knows his past quiet clearly, despite being a hollow. He was a bandit found to be a a undead, thus he was imprisoned in the Undead Asylum. He had managed to engineer his own escape however, leaving the Asylum and wondering the world as a roaming murder. He had joined many factions, betrayed many people, and collected many souls during his rampage. Some may question why he would kill. He himself has wondered the same thing. But killing, and dying, were two things he was good at. So he continued to do so as he pleases.

That's not to say that he kills without reason. Indeed, he often joins covenants just to have purpose being his killings. Either to collect humanity for the Fair Lady, or to be soaked in blood for the Brotherhood, or even to participate in jolly-cooperation with the Warriors of Sunlight. Currently, he has found this budding community, and amongst them, a strange woman who calls herself the fire-keeper. No stranger to such women, Malakaus is uncertain why this one is so close to him, but he appreciates her company nonetheless. For now he fights for her, acting as her champion and guardian.

Weapons, spells, armor, other equipment go here:
Weapons:
Bandit Daggers (x2) - A pair of vicious daggers seen often on brigands and their ilk. Deadly short blades that causes sever bleeding. Malakaus dual-wields two to maximize the hemorrhaging.

Notched Great Machete - A massive cleaver-like blade with a notch in the blade to create a second handle of sorts. This allows Malakaus a more mighty blow, at the cost of a drastically shorter range. (Essentially a weaker and lighter version of Yhorm's Great Machete).

Armor:
Bandit Set - Intimidating but crude armor crafted of bone, hide, and metal. Fearsome and light, while it's defensive traits are lacking, it still provides some protection against blows.

Poison Blossom Kite Shield - A rare shield depicting a blossoming flower, that soothes the weary heart of its bearer. It has been infused with poisonous titanite, allowing the shield to ward off any venomous attack.

Rings:
Rusted Iron Ring - This iron ring was used to shackle the guilty. It is terribly rusted, and faintly stained with blood. While most would have tossed such a thing long ago, Malakaus has found that thanks to this ring, he can traverse water, swamps, tar pits, and the like with great ease and no difficulty at all.

Crest of Blood - A symbol of Malakau's time with the Brotherhood of Blood. Though he has long since cut ties with the covenant, he continues to use the ring for his own ends. Namely, the end of others.

Items:
Estus Flask - An undead favorite. Used to heal Malakaus' wounds. He has had it reinforced thanks to Syndere, allowing more uses than most.

Firebombs (x10) - A small urn filled with black powder that explodes upon impact. Useful for damaging small groups, large enemies, or when something just needs to be on fire.

Kukri (x20) - A small throwing machete. Throw at enemies to cause bleeding damage. Malakaus is no stranger to thrown knives, but he finds these blades to be particularly interesting. He has even learned how to craft some of his own.

Any relations?:

Syndere - The Fire Keeper. Malakaus does not know why she seems to close to him, but admittedly his own lust for her prevents him from questioning it any further. Acts as her champion and guardian, and often differs to her for guidance.

Any skills or additional things you are good at?
While not a blacksmith worthy of the name, Malakaus has much experience making small blades in the forge. Using only a single titanite shard, he can make many throwing knives of various types, from simple knives to ones that can cause sever bleeding, and with the right materials even ones that can spread poison. Often his go-to range weapon, Malakaus is always eager to try out new and interesting designs for his knives.

Title of government: Unofficially the Firekeeper's guardian. May change in the future.

Name: Syndere
Appearance:

Age: 27
Gender: Female
Backround Little is known of Syndere and how she became a fire keeper. Indeed, Syndere herself seems to know very little about it. But she does know one thing: this body she inhabits now was not her original. Due to the flow of time in this chaotic world, she knows that she was, in fact, once the warrior known as Malakaus. Truly, a mystery to not only her but anyone else who would dare discovery her past. But she knows it to be true, and when Syndere found the same man herself, she felt that he needed to stay with her to discover more about how she came to be.

Weapons, spells, armor, other equipment go here:
Weapons:
Pyromancy Flame - The catalyst in which Syndere is capable of using her Pyromancy. Her hand becomes engulfed in flames and allows her to blast her opponents with fire, or cast a variety of Pyromancy to devastate her enemies.

Old Whip - A leather whip that has seen plenty of use. It appears no different than an ordinary whip, but is charmed by an ancient blessing that boosts damage inflicted on Hollows. Syndere obtained this trinket after trading some rocks to a nest of crows, and finds it to be quite useful at keeping the undead at bay.

Hunter's Black Bow - A bow carved from ebony wood, masterfully crafted to be both beautiful and deadly. Sports a longer range than most bows, but requires a dexterous hand to use. Syndere says very little about how she came to obtain this bow, only that it's not the original, but neither is it fake.

Dark Hand - Weapon that allows its wielder to evoke an art unique to Londor, the land of the Hollow. An obvious sign of Syndere's former alliance with the Dark Wraith's, however this was an alliance she made after becoming who she was, and is still a force unknown to her previous incarnation. Currently works alongside the Dark Wraiths for a nefarious purpose, or perhaps out of simple nostalgia.

Armor:
Desert Sorcerer's Set - An "outfit" from the distant lands of Jugo. Syndere is quite aware of how impractically skimpy this armor is, and intentionally uses it for the purpose of seduction and distraction, even at the cost of protection.

Rings:
Untrue Dark Ring - One of the illusory rings worn by the Hollows of Londor. This ring feeds Syndere's newfound vanity, allowing her to remain impeccably human despite her how Hollow she may have become.

Old Witch Ring - Old ring from an old witch. Engraved minutely with indecipherable script, but seemingly useless. An old keepsake Syndere had from a time long ago, and one of the reasons she became a fire keeper.

Items:
Estus Flask - Even as a Fire Keeper herself, Syndere has a flask of Estus to heal her own wounds. Not any more powerful than anyone else Estus, however if she could find the shards, bone dust, or even the souls of former Fire Keepers, Syndere can grant her estus more power. Syndere's estus can also be used to resort of magic bar.

Silver Talisman (x5) - A tiny charm embedded with imitative magic. Use to transform into something to blend in. Only provides the most superficial camouflage, but sometimes that is enough to do the trick.

Repair Powder (x5) - Enchanted metal rendered into powder. Repairs equipment. Due to the relative fragility of Syndere's equipment, she makes sure she comes well stocked with Repair Powders so that she can continue to fight at her best.

Spells:
Fireball - The simplest form of Pyromancy known. Allows Syndere to throw a small ball of fire. Despite it's size, it is still a deadly flame, easy to use and hardly taxing.

Lingering Flame - Creates a minute fireball that explodes in close proximity to Syndere's enemies. When first conjured it's flames is no bigger than a candle's, but when an enemy draws within it's blast radius it becomes a massive ball of fire that engulfs the enemy in flames.

Rapport - Charms the enemy, making them a temporary ally. The living are lured by flame, and this tendency is elemental to the art of pyromancy. Only works on certain foes. Syndere had once learned Pyromancy from Quelana herself, though it was the only spell Syndere learned before she never saw her teacher again.

Warmth - Creates a gentle, warm flame that heals those who touch it. Not all flames are made to destory. This Pyromancy will heal any who embraces it, be it friend or foe.

Corrosive Cloud - A spell of Syndere's own design. While she quests to become a stronger Pyromancer, she needs to do more than learn, but to create. But most of her foes scoff at her efforts, claiming that those with true power needs only skill at arms and equipment to suit them. So Syndere created this spell to test their power without those weapons. A variant of the fringe pyromancy, Acid Surge, this cloud follows Syndere's targets slowly, but in it's massive cloud it needn't go far before her foes are left with nothing but bare bones.

Any relations?:
Malakaus - Syndere's previous incarnation. How both Syndere and Malakaus can exist at once, or how she even came to be, is as much of a mystery to herself as to others. However she will not miss the opportunity of having an ally she can manipulate quite intimately, thus she keeps her old persona close for protection and company. Though she still wonders what his ultimate fate shall be once she is more than capable of taking care of herself.

Any skills or additional things you are good at?
Syndere has been granted the powers of the Fire Keeper, maintaining the bonfire and empowering the undead or lords of ashes with souls. However she also is willing to teach others Pyromancy, and for a certain few she can even grant them a flame of their own. However this is rare, as she'd only teach her powers to those she can trust, as well as those who can make it worth her while.

Title of government: Fire Keeper

Name: Tallow

Appearance:

Age: Mid-thirties

Gender: Female

Personality: A snappy, irritable soul. Isn't talkative. Rather cruel and mean. Untrusting.

Background: Before Lord Gwyn sacrificed himself, to become a Lord of Cinder, the curse of the undead did not exist. Several kingdoms and villages away, far away from the maddening thoughts of dwindling fire lived a girl. A fiery girl. Girl with hair as red as a flame. And this fire, while little, was fierce. She spent her years learning and building pyromancies from her expertise. But she was a wildfire, scorching most of what was around her and it was decided. She had to be burned. And Lord Gwyn, desperate to save the Age of Fire, had sacrificed himself to link the flame. As her screams of agony echoed around the village center a sign appeared on her right shoulder blade. The Dark Sign. And as she burned, she looked down upon everyone and swore to herself – she'll melt their flesh and grind their bones to dust. And then the village was no more, and Tallow, with her everlasting torturous burn-scars all across her body and a bright, pulsating Dark Sign, left. Without a cause, except to move forward.

OOG Background Information: That's how much of her old life Tallow remembers, as her Hollowing has progressed a little bit. She's far from being a complete Hollow, but she isn't what she was when she was cursed with the Dark Sign. She still keeps her human appearance.

Equipment:

Weapons:

Pyromancy Flame
Flame medium used by the Tallow Witches.

Shortsword
This small straight sword is widely used.

Armor:

Smouldering set
A set of Tallow Witches who were burned
as the Dark Sign spread.

This set, revealing the witches right breast
and the Dark Sign etched into their
shoulder blade. It's smouldering, giving
off a dim glow.

Pyromacies:

Wild Growth
Grow a huge flame around yourself.

Melting Touch
A touch that can melt flesh off of bones.

Lasting Orb
Flying orb, willed by the Witch.

Flaming Dark Sign
The Dark Sign is burning in an open flame.
It glows brightly red.

Interacting with it, increases the power of
the Tallow Witch immensly, at a cost of her
humanity.

Relations: None.

Skills: High immunity to flame. Knowledge of the pyromancies of the Tallow Witches.

Covenant: The Burnt Tallow Witches

Title of Government: Witch.

Name: Orion Aisa
Appearance:


Age: 35
Gender:male
Personality: Silent. Only truly speaking when needing to.
Backround: Aisa comes from a far away land much like Sir Alonne. He does not remember much of how he arrived in this land, nor where he is. Even without prior knowledge he steps with one foot in front of the other forever moving towards the fog that is his future
Weapons, spells, armor, other equipment go here:
Weapons: Dual wields Iaito's
Katana forged in an Eastern land. The Katana is drawn from the scabbard at lightning speed, using an Iaijutsu technique.
Iajutsu allows the wielder to charge forward to swiftly cut down distant foes.
Crimson Parma

Armor: Alonne knight set

Any relations?: None

Name – Astavyastamaina Marpunu [He just goes by Asta][And yes, that is a made up name, he made it up himself! it even has a meaning.]
Age – Unknown
Gender – Male
Sexuality – Undefined
Land of Origin – He doesn't remember where he came from before.
Covenant – Marpu yokka margam [The path of Change]
Title of Government - None yet!
Appearance – He's a rather odd looking person, seemingly not an inch of his body is actually visible, fairly tall and covered from head to knee's in a strangely fibrous looking white material that appears to be done up in a cloak of sorts. There is clearly something worn under it, as there are thick leather sleeves protruding from it, though they look needlessly wide and they terminate in a pair of gauntlets that are attached to the sleeve's outer edges and almost seem as if they are sealing them. These gauntlets appear to be made of some form of chitinous material, as if they were made from the pieces of some over-sized bug monster, the boots might be similar, though there is some slightly obscuring mist lingering at the base of his cloak that blurs the view beneath it.

More note-worthy still is the helmet, also wrapped in the strange white stuff and comprised of a large green orb whose surface creates the illusion of a giant eye that turns in whichever direction it is viewed from.


Personality: Personality – Asta comes across as a bit of a loon, not a violent one, just a real odd-ball, with strange mannerisms and an equally strange language that joins his speech from time to time. He often seems to take nothing as seriously as anyone he meets, but the smart traveler of Lordran would easily consider that, like countless other things in this land, there is more to him than meets the eye.

He bears strong beliefs about the undeadening, some which differ intensely from most groups and, while he may not have personal problems against certain groups, some of them may have issues with 'him', particularly since he is not shy about sharing his strange philosophy with whoever will listen, though he still refrains from wanton preaching.

Backround - He doesn't remember where he came from, and only a few tidbits of who he used to be that he decided were worth recreating, mainly some personality traits, especially those that set the foundation for his philosophy, skills, and useful knowledge. Otherwise, he considers his 'old self' to be dead and gone in favor of the new self, in standing with his philosophy, the process of becoming undead was simply the death of his old life, which he released to oblivious in favor of going head-long into forging a new life, one full of change rediscovery.

He does not view the undeadening as a curse, but simply another stage in life that gives him the chance to become a whole new person! In fact, he came to Lordran seeking adventure, and prophecies tended to be great guides to finding exactly that! The interesting people sure don't hurt the experience either.

What he 'does' remember is that since becoming undead, he has never felt freer, letting the old slip away in order to discover the new, ever changing as he forges new memories, finds new knowledge, and learns new skills to play with... He can't imagine why anyone would be afraid of new things!

Weapons, spells, armor, other equipment go here: Arsenal –


Magical Traits –


Any relations?: Many, forgotten and not. [though in the context of the current group, I'll let everyone else decide if they want to do that XD]

Additional skills:
Soul Transmutation [Specialization - Spells? Armor? Effects?], Crafting [Variety, Weapons, Armor, Accessories. Restriction - Primal materials, bones, chitin, hide, etc.], Climbing, Archery, Joke Telling, Acrobatics, Chaotic Melee... Also knows all the emotes, and Praises the sun whenever he pleases!

Name: Delphine

Appearance: Prioress Delphine

Age: 31

Gender: Female

Personality: As armored warriors go, Delphine is highly irregular. Battle, gore, and the second-to-second rush of combat not only fail to enrapture her, but they truly displease her. If not for her station, she would have been glad to never see the battlefield at all. At the same time, however, she is resigned to the woeful age befallen the lands; cruelty and violence cannot shock her, and she understands that slaughter is the way of the world. Despite this, Delphine holds out hope, contained within her ideals: she wishes desperately for a age of light, where the misery of the world melts away and there can be rest and joy at last. All she truly wants is to be in the light. In the meantime, however, she is pleasant enough to those she encounters, polite even if others are stern. She is curious at times and bookish most frequently.

Background: Tucked away in a stormy, hilly land in the west is a great port known as Eigenalle, and surrounding the city is its vast Drenched Hinterland, a region of meadows and dells set above winding rivers, lakes, and swamps. Confined to its large but distant island, Eigenalle flourished as a paradise compared to the accursed continents to the east, but thirty years ago the rains came in the spring and it never stopped. In the ensuing floods, thousands died, muddying the waters with festering corpses of man and beast alike. The rising waters spared only the highest portions of the city and the Hinterland, including Lasteph Abbey where a baby Delphine wept and wondered where the sun had gone. Even when the rains dwindled to an everpresent trickle, the clouds remained, and from the fetid waters of the drowned city the dead walked again. The Darksign had come to Eigenalle.

At first, the people were shocked and delighted to find that they lived again, and that despite the tragedy the gods saw fit to give them a second chance. However, death lost its consequence. Be it due to misfortune, malice, or negligence, the people lived and died and lived again, ignorant of the hollowing. In her early teens Delphine discovered during an errand to a nearby shantytown that the villagers wore few clothes, wallowed mindlessly in the muck with the leeches, and treated one another with savage malice. Seeing the insanity in their eyes, she fled back to the Abbey, and after a brief inquiry the holy place locked its doors. Before long a second storm came to Eigenalle, but one of blood, not rain. The last vestiges of humanity in the thousands of people surviving in the city or its Hinterlands broke away, and the region devolved into slaughter. Out of the entire Hinterlands, only two forts, a walled settlement afterward known as Flinthaven, and Lasteph Abbey survived. The Abbey revived its militants, pressing all those who lived in it to be trained in combat, and Delphine showed a gift for keeping the undead outside. Years spent inside the compound’s walls affected her less than most, but she knew as well as the others that a real life could not be spent in a single cluster of buildings. In the dead of night she fled with four friends: two nuns, a war monk, and an archeress who’d been a refugee in the Abbey from the beginning. They made it to a boat unbothered, and set sail for another land.

Days later, they discovered three undead stowed away on the ship. Terrified of the curse, the escapees prepared to kill them and toss them overboard, but were persuaded by one of the undead –a sage from another land- to let them be, telling them that only death triggered the Darksign. Delphine tentatively agreed to let the undead alone. That night she awoke to a clamor to find her companions and an undead fighting, and one of the nuns lying dead. Enraged, she grabbed her blade and killed all three with the help of the war monk, despite the protests of the sage telling that he had no part in the murder. Within an hour, the ship made land, and the clerics disembarked. After getting rid of the undead, they resolved to bury their comrade at the edge of a cliff in the morning, but when the dawn broke they found the nun alive again. Delphine and the monk agreed that their now undead ‘friend’ could go insane and attack at any moment, and that she should be dealt with. The other nun cried bitterly but did not lift a finger to stop her. When the monk, weeping also, steeled himself to do the deed, the archeress raised her bow and shot him. As he gurgled on his own blood, she revealed herself to have been undead all along. “You so blindly follow your doctrine of despise that you leap at the chance to slay your own holy sister,” she declared, nocking another arrow. “I will reward your hatred in kind. Die, and live, so that I call kill you again.” Before she could make good on her promise, however, the undead nun threw herself in the way of the arrow, crying, “No matter what we are, we both love the light. I’m her Sister still!” Stunned, Delphine could only watch as the nun and the archeress tumbled off the cliff to the water far below. The remaining nun, overcome with grief, collapsed, and Delphine could not awaken her. Now weeping greatly herself, the Prioress took her things and left, her heart aching woefully. She wandered the new land, fighting when she had to and collecting books when she could, eventually stumbling upon this group.

Weapons, spells, armor, other equipment:
Mendicant’s Greatneedle, a ultra-thin and lightweight greatsword with superior thrusting potential.
The Llewelyn Shield, a small iron parrying shield crafted from geisteel, with remarkable absorption.
Prioress Cowl, a voluminous black-and-white hood that frames a faithful face.
Prioress Armor, a specially-tailored cuirass overlaid with a white-striped black cloth.
Prioress Gauntlets, smooth black gauntlets with no armor on the fingers.
Prioress Leggings, a set of smooth black greaves meant to deflect blades.
Great Heal, an epic tale of the gods, that heals her and those close by.
Blessed Weapon, a miracle of distant Lothric, that increases her weapon’s attack power and gradually heals her.
Great Magic Defense, a tale of the dragonfoe Havel the Rock, that protects Delphine against sorcery.

Any relations:
Mother Adeline of Lasteph Abbey
Warbrother Hugh
Sister Felicity
Sister Camille
Hawkeye Vivian

Talents: Though a passable fighter, Delphine is more talented as a scribe and scholar, reading and passing on knowledge—particularly Miracles.

Title: Prioress