Name: Grian Rothfell

Appearance:

(Ah, once again Pixiv fantasia and the out of cliche japanese artists save me from utter nothingness. A minute of silence for Japan's industrialisation)

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Race: (Time to read the manga. Whatever the commander guy from the anime is.)

Magic: Yin

Personality:
Rothfell is a dedicated hitman. His job requires discretion and attention and as such he has developed a slight lack of emotions. He wears a so called masks so others cannot see his emotions. More often than not he doesn't talk to anybode less he knows them, and is reluctant on making new acquaintances. Most people cannot last long with someone like him. There is an inherent danger. Thought he uses Yin magic, perfectly suitable for his job, he doesn't deal with the witches cult and often takes breaks from his job to hunt mabeasts. Not a friendly person, rather rude to be honest.

Background:
As one of the more Demi of the demi-human races, Rothfell has always enjoyed a unique sensation whenever he met ordinary humans. He felt happy to not be jsut ordinary and so much like them, and considered himself to be better than them. He kept a condescending tone with them, and when the oppurtunity arise to make a living from killing them, he didn't turn down. He was never trained swordsmanship, but his hands quickly adjusted to the weapons and after a few months he became quite decent with them. He would often boast with them, even to knights, often leading to lost fights. In truth he would have stayed the same for the rest of his life, had the Master Swordsman not interrupted. After a friendly duel, he lost so badly that his pride was gone from that day. Since he has been training regularly, becoming more and more favored by those who wanted people dead. He never used magic before either, until one dangerous mission forced him into the corner, where his inner instincts and emotions helped him release an uncontroleld burst of Jin magic, surrounding him with thinck black fog. His magic is still quite weak, but he has been training ever since the day, strenghtening his powers.

Likes:
-Swords
-Blood
-Dragons
-Weird Artefacts
-Magical Things
-Bunnies
-Demi-humans like him

Dislikes:
-Knights
-Spicy Food
-Cats
-Smartass People
-People who ask too many questions

Theme: TBA

Ryan Dreane

Ryan's entire existence was always pretty uneventful. He went to a private school, attended an Archery club, and read books. Outside of he hardly did anything. Most of the people he considered to be friends were helplessly introverted, so hanging out with them outside talking online was hardly an option. Despite being in an archery club, his aim was far from spectacular. He couldn't exactly hit a bull's eye, but he could at least keep his shots on the general target. Even with his meager skill however, he still enjoyed the activity. Unfortunately, because he wasn't exactly an asset to the club, he was kicked out. Not that it really mattered to him, he could still use the range and the targets so long as the club wasn't practicing.

Before he was drawn into the world, he was in a grocery store pushing a cart around. Before he had actually grabbed any groceries, he found himself outside in a totally unfamiliar place. All he currently has is his clothes, his phone, and the grocery basket he was pushing beforehand.