Name: Elizabeth (Eliza) Valaren

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Status: Mage

Kingdom: Neither

Personality: Eliza is certainly a unique person. She is often told that she is a walking contradiction of herself, and she knows it is true. Generally, she is mild, considerate, generous, selfless, albeit very sassy and sarcastic. She does not trust people easily, but she cares about everyone. Often times people will think her unintelligent because of her tendency to be a but sporadic and unpredictable, but she was actually a genius that just can not keep all her thoughts in order, and she's always using her intelligence to help others. Often times, she will be sitting quietly and then all of the sudden she will just exclaim the solution to a problem she was facing three days ago (rather loudly), generally causing whoever she's with to become slightly startled. Eliza is a bit of an introvert, having not been around many people when she was young, but she does enjoy the company of people at times and she enjoys conversing with those who share her interests. If she is being quiet around people, then it is safe to assume that she is in deep thought, probably silently judging someone's actions. She is extremely aware of her own morals, and has a strict set of them that she lives by, a code if you will, that is known only to her. If you manage to gain her trust, you will have an ally for the rest of your life. She is loyal almost to a fault.

However, she has a much, much darker side that she keeps hidden as much as she can, but sometimes it comes out. She has a short tolerance for stupidity, and she is a very blunt person so if you say something stupid she will tell you. Also, if you betray her, or someone she cares about, and if you ever threaten her in any way, you will see her fury and you will learn why she is one of the most known mages in the two kingdoms. The dark elves fear her, and even the orcs feel uneasy when they hear her name. She is very powerful, despite being young. Underestimating her would be the worst mistake of your life.

History: Once upon a time in the kingdom of Barradale, the king had a young daughter. One day the castle was sieged, and the royal family was threatened. The king and queen were both killed, and the daughter was taken away in the chaos, kidnapped by rebels. Everyone thought the young princess was killed with her parents, so the search was brief before her cousin ascended to the throne. This is where the story of young Eliza began. The rebels had taken her so that they could sell her. After all, what slave trader wouldn't want a little girl with long black hair and green eyes? Especially one that was a royal. She tried to escape once, but the punishment she received kept her from trying again. Fortunately for her, an old mage happened to be passing by, and he heard her screams. He came, and after much "persuasion", he saved Eliza and raised her as if she was his own daughter. As she grew, it was clear she had the potential to be a great mage. At the age of five, she almost burned their small cottage down because she accidentally used too powerful of a spell. Her adopted father laughed, but the other apprentice there wasn't quite as amused.

Eventually though, as every teen does, she got rebellious. She thought she was ready to go out on her own, so at age 14 she left/ran away. She did alright for a year or so, but then she fell in with the wrong group of people. Thieves, mercenaries, killers, basically the lowest scum of middle earth. What was worse, she trusted them. Because of her naïve actions, one night they betrayed her she was thrown into prison. She was there for three months before her father finally found her, and allow me to say that three months in a Barradalian prison is not pleasant at all. When he did finally find her, he lectured her and then left her alone in the prison. She had never felt so abandoned in her life. She stopped eating what little food she was provided, and became a bit of a lifeless shell. Why didn't she use her magic to get out, you ask? They had another mage there that was specifically there to dampen her powers, so it would have been useless. She was hopeless and alone, and regretted her decisions. Little did she know, the mage that guarded her was her father. He had followed her the first night she ran away, and he had watched her. The reason he didn't let her out, was because he wanted to be sure she wouldn't rebel again. However, when she broke down crying in her cell for the first time in years, he decided she had had enough. He paid her fine, and took her home. She never tried to go off on her own again until he told her she was ready.

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Appearance: She stands at 5"5 and has a rather pale complexion. She has long black hair and green eyes, and is quite attractive. She uses this to her advantage when she needs to manipulate people. Despite being a bit short, she is well built and strong for her size.

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Name: Elion Farlith

Age: 78

Gender: Male

Status: Prince

Kingdom: Adanon

Personality: Elion is a rather calm and collected person. He doesn't like conflict, but he can fight when he needs to. He's very social, though you may not be able to tell from his external appearance. He rarely smiles genuinely, and is always very polite. He has few friends, but many people like him. He can be a bit sarcastic at times, and unlike his father, actually has a sense of humor. He is loyal to his kingdom and the people who live in it. He doesn't want to become heir to the throne, but he feels it is his duty to do so.

History: He grew up as your typical Prince. He studied well as a child and was always well behaved. He is his mother's favorite child, but him and his father do not get along. When he was about thirteen, someone tried to assassinate him through poisoning his food. They almost succeeded, but thanks to the power healing spells of the elves, he survived. Ever since then he stopped hiding in the castle. He started becoming more outgoing since he realized that if he had died that day, he would have died without ever doing anything worth while. He started to learn archery and he learned of the Ferra Stone. Elion made it his life's goal to retrieve the stone and bring it back to Adanon, hoping to maybe gain favor with his father.

Other: N/A

Appearance: He is blonde with brown eyes, and he has a tall muscular build. He has no scars to speak of except for one small scar along his temple that he got when he was horseback riding.

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Name: Kurhz

Age: 748

Gender: Male

Status: Mercenary

Kingdom: None

Personality: Kurhz gives off the aura of 'just another' guy who's lived and struggled to gain power and authority within his society. No big deal. That is how he treats himself. And perhaps that is true, to a great degree. Dremora don't really give much thought to details, so basic information is generally enough for them. This gives their way of speech more efficiency, as they now need less to say in order to get their point across. The rest can be assumed or inferred. They are structured, orderly, and do not tolerate foolishness. They are also somewhat serious enough to take everything literally. Unfortunately, this makes it difficult to understand humans.
But Kurhz is a politician. He is clever, and makes a point to pay attention to details, he looks for loopholes and errors.

History: Dremora are a reclusive race of humanoids that live in nomadic, militant tribes far into unclaimed desert land, they are few in number, but all are fierce warriors. Their lineage is shrouded in rumors and myth, some claiming that they were once a sect of elves that had been corrupted by the Ferra Stone so much, that it had twisted them into the terrifying men that they'd become. Some believe that they were once spirits of now-dormant volcanoes that left their fiery pits when they had grown cold, and had fled to the desert to find another warm climate to house them. But the truth is, not even the Dremora remember where their ancestors came from. Kurhz had always lived in a Dremora Clan, but he came across Eliza completely by accident during one of her travels, and they formed a mutual agreement. Now, he travels with her wherever she goes, and assists her where necessary.

Other: Kurhz' voice quality might be considered as contra-bass, but Dremora characteristically have multi-tonal voices, giving them the illusion of speaking with many different voices, so particular voice traits are difficult to identify aside from the general pitch, and even that is difficult to identify. As a sort of racial-wide social rule, Dremora measure the worth of almost anything by honor, and while sometimes humans may find this quality insufferable at times, Dremora have a reputation for being brutally honest and more trustworthy than your best friend because of it, because a Dremora takes pride in his own honor, almost to a fault.

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Kurhz' Theme: 'To Dance with Daedra'--https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQIHhjAl0IM

Appearance: As a Dremora, Kurhz' racial traits are the spitting image of how we may perceive what a demon might look like. He's a giant, roundabout seven to eight feet tall [Kurhz is rather short for a Dremora, he's 7'2"] with dark, reddish-mahogany skin. He's got some serious muscle, and though he doesn't have the little devil tail, he has massive, twisted horns atop his brow. One of those horns is slightly more stunted than the other. Though Dremora are humanoid in shape, their faces are less than such. Kurhz' eyes are more draconic in shape and color, yellow and gold like fire and they present an inner glow in the dark. Everywhere on his body are various tribal-looking scars that appear to be burn marks, but they too also share the same fiery glow that his eyes possess. His teeth are all sharp and jagged, and his hair and nails are naturally a deep navy-blue color, and his ears are also pointed, like an elf's, only the tips are bent backward.

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Name: Jal Of no others

Age: 48

Gender: male

Status: rouge, outsider

Kingdom: neither

Personality: An independent miscreant with little to do on his hands save survive.

History: As a halfer Jal dealt with adversity and rejection from both sides of his family. Too elfy for the humans and too human for the elves. So he cut ties with both and took to the woods. Borders meant next to nothing to him, and he spent little time in the more established areas of the new nations. Rather he would spend his time in the slums, where his slightly rounded ears brought him no trouble when paired with his elven human features. And if not there, in the trees where he lived off the road and the hauls treasured by bandits or the hordes of other marauding creatures.

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Name: Huron Tiberius Gandor

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Status: Red Mage/Hermit

Kingdom: None

Personality: To those whom he does not know or has just met he is withdrawn and untrusting, some might say aloof. He is careful to never give away any information that he does not need to divulge and he keeps to himself whenever possible. As a rule he avoids towns and cities unless it is necessary to enter them. He is chivalrous and kind to all.

To anyone he knows, likes, and trusts he is sarcastic, witty, intelligent and caring. A lover of bad puns much to the dismay of his companions but as a rule serious and trustworthy.

History: you’ll have to ask...

Other: He has a small dragon(or dragonite) familiar that boosts his magical abilities and keep him company while traveling the wilds.

Appearance: 6’ 180 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, scruffy.

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