Name: Javier Illivis
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Elf

Appearance: Javier stands at a small height of 5'5", or at least small by his race and gender's average height. Although this doesn't really bother him. He has white hair and has dull grey eyes, a result from some sort of abnormal genes from his parents but he couldn't be too sure. From his chin and downwards, he has a white tattoo that was placed on him when he was just a young boy. While he isn't "body-builder" muscular, he has visible muscles thanks to the constant training he had to undergo in the guild and before. In jobs, he would usually wear light armor, given that he is an assassin, [refer to the picture above]. He would often carry two long and slim daggers with him, hidden in his person. A black bow may be found in his hands at times, but not too often. When he's not on a job though, he would often be seen in a beige shirt, pants, combat boots and black gloves.

Backstory: Abandoned when he was just an infant, Javier never knew his parents. He was picked up by the leader of a mercenary guild after finding the poor boy abandoned in the streets. It was more of finding another member than out of pity though. That's why Javier grew up with close to no morals at all except for being loyal and being dedicated to something you want to do. By the time that he was five, he was already taught things he had to know to live, like reading, writing and talking. By the time he was six, though, he was already taught how to wield a knife. As he grew older, the training just got progressively harder. He was placed under the care of Ovir, an assassin, to teach him what needs to be done as an apprentice of the guild.

Training was harsh but Javier endured. By the time he was eleven, he had already killed over ten people and infiltrated over sixteen houses. He murders in cold-blood. He has also felt like the guild is his family. While they're not exactly the caring type, they're fun to be around. This was also the time he had gained his tattoo since he is now seen as a full fledged member of the guild and not an apprentice.

A year later, however, King Darion had caught them and put everyone on trial. However, upon seeing Javier, a young teen at that time, he felt pity. Being the good king he is, he released the young man. But not without something in exchange. He asked if Javier was willing to join the Hunters. Javier was initially reluctant to accept since he is already part of a guild but King Darion mentioned that they were on death row. He will not have a place to live in anymore. Javier was convinced soon after that and decided to swear loyalty to King Darion and the Hunters.

Ever since joining up with the Hunters, his views on how he could live his life had changed. They were a bunch who truly cared for the kingdom, apparently. Although it did nothing to change his views on a life. That was the sad and harsh reality. But most did not mind since he had become more easygoing and fun to be around. He has skills too so that was a bonus for them. When he turned twenty, he started to actively learn Dark Magic. Not necromancy or blood magic or any of those stuff. He wants to bend the shadows to his will. Currently, he is able to cloak himself with darkness so that he will have a higher chance of sneaking around.

Personality: Javier is a generally passive guy when it comes to insults and criticisms. He would often be seen just smiling or laughing it off. It's more like he just couldn't care less of what others think of him. Although he does welcome criticism, especially in his work, skills, abilities so that he can further improve himself. He's a pretty nice guy and helpful as well. He's a pretty chill guy, often seen relaxing when not on a job. While he is dedicated to his job as a Hunter, he does love his rest times too. He adores children in his off time and spends time playing with them, given that they don't mind playing with an elf.

Javier is a cold-blooded killer. He feels nothing when he slips a knife into someone else's body. He feels nothing when blood is sprayed all over the ground. He feels nothing when they don't move. That's the type of killer Javier has been molded to become, and he honestly doesn't mind it. Since he is dedicated to his work, it just gives him an advantage over a lot of people. He doesn't hesitate to end someone's life for the sake of his job. He doesn't even care if it's right or not. He also doesn't care too much if something close to him dies since he knows everyone will die eventually.

Weapon skill/choice: Daggers, Bow, Dark Magic (basic)
Weapon picture: [See picture above]
Notable ability: An expert in stealth, knows basic dark magic

Dark, for an elf, not particularly shapely or attractive, actually looks remarkably normal. Her ears stick out prominently, while most elves think it silly looking, she doesn't really care. She often has a somewhat grim, mischievous, and gleefully dangerous edge to her. Keeps her black hair in a que. Her clothing usually is leather or brown with a rich and vibrant spectrum of violets, purples, and indigos to compliment them. These are sewn to flare when moving but conceal the brilliance when standing still.

The forest was neither so rich nor so predominant. It was the Elves and their disgust of bloodshed that made it as we find it today. The enemies that once swarmed Lothadid were still quite alive, simply living the remainder of their existence transfigured into trees, owls, deer, and squirrels. This was the old way, the way before innocence had vanished, and before the Elves had to accommodate their lives with fur and flesh... before the Great War. It was called Somnance, and now was all but an obscure practice. Amalay’s family were some of the remnant that clung to the old ways.

Born odd and, though raised as normally as possible, she matured into an odd young woman. She was always on the fringe of breaching the social moraes, and never one to play politics. Predominant in her mind was an old philosophy of innocence that she insists that the Elves have since lost. This lead to alienation even in one of the most forgiving and accepting societies in the world. The Elves mostly believed that their ignorance was not a trait of pride, and had adapted the views of the Humans to compensate for it. Amalay thrived off of her isolation and opposition. One major gripe was the hunting of game (instead of a vegetarian and insectivorous diet) as well as the fact that they peaceably lived alongside of thousands of transfigured enemies without any form of conflict, insisting that there was no need for violence whatsoever. The Elves did not accept her poor attempts at persuasion and flat out accusations.

With disinterest in a “normal” life and being locked into nothing but if she stayed in her home, Amalay left the forest, searching for people who would listen. She found no such safe-haven. The rest of the world was even more close minded than the Elves.

She spent a number of years as a rover and doing odd jobs. Eventually she was hired by a traveling merchant as a guide and again as a mercenary. The comradely of these jobs was seriously lacking since most other mercenaries were borderline criminals and unwholesome folk with murderous jobs that they preferred over civil society. Yet it was good pay and a reason to travel. There was one Etlock (by the name of Grol Lak) in particular that drove her crazy, standing in opposition on a number of issues and opinions that Amalay felt strongly about. It wouldn't have been so bad if he wasn't hired on for just about every job that she was.

It turned out that when danger caught the travelers off guard or situations looked bleak that most of the mercenaries showed their true nature as cowards and traitors. These conflicts drove Amalay and Grol together as some of the only trustworthy people the other knew. While annoying each other greatly, but being present whenever they needed it, this blossomed into a somewhat sibling-like relationship.

Eventually things came to a head when a band of mercenaries brought the two of them on board for escorting yet another merchant caravan. This, however turned out to be a massive betrayal. Upon waking from a drugged stupor, found that everyone had been sold as slaves with the exception of the band of mercenaries that had hired them. Once they freed themselves and overpowered the slavers, Amalay and Grol called it quits as mercenaries and joined the much more trustworthy (if not as well traveled or well paid) Hunters.

Amalay is incredibly fast and nimble. When coupled with her menial mental discipline, it makes her unfit to function as a fighter. Even so, she is very difficult to strike due to her cunning and nimbleness. Her adeptness of body makes her a fantastic climber, acrobat, gymnast, sprinter, and also difficult to restrain or bind. She has learned how to compliment this with a good sense of balance as well as contortions and swimming, enabling her to navigate places that people normally consider to be impossible.

These boots enable her to jump several stories high, and prevent breaking bones upon landing. (No, she's not a gummy bear, think of Jedi Force Jump.) While they can be used as many times as the wearer wishes, after being disoriented upon landing, and finding a safe path to jump, and finally coupled with intentional use, this makes for it impractical to use rapidly. Likewise, one of these jumps requires the effort of a normal jump, therefore bouncing down a road is particularly tiring.

(Somnance is a special effect.) Elves can learn how to transfigure opponents into harmless indigenous life when an opponent is defeated, and it acts much like a residual electrical charge instead of injury. This really doesn’t change anything in the mechanics of the game, the charge is healed in the same amount of time it takes someone to heal naturally, and are only transfigured when fully out of the picture. So, instead of a corpse left behind, is a racoon or a tree or other harmless form of life.

(minus the swords)

Name: Jameson Privy
Age: 36 (Humanly speaking)
Gender: Male
Race: Etlocks
Appearance: Jameson is a younger Etlocks man, cursed with dwarfism so he's about 3'11". His facial features include a large black beard, coming down to the bottom of his neck, he wears a top hat, and has a long tattoo on the side of his face. His body structure is of course, short, but it's very resilient from damage. He is built like a truck, and made to last a while. His clothing includes a hooded cloak atop a button-up white shirt, and a pair of khaki trousers.

Personality: Privy speaks in a Russian accent, and enjoys making people laugh and smile. He doesn't like to think his disability is a weakness, rather as a motivator for his success in the future. He is also friends with an war battle axe.

Weapon skill/choice: He has an enchanted war axe, but he never uses it. He instead likes to use his fists as his main weapons.

Notable ability: Privy is a self-proclaimed Magician. As stated before, Privy has become a master of magic, but has lost the ability to accurately predict his spells when he casts them, so it's sort of random. He knows one spell that he can accurately cast on his own, and that is a defensive armor spell, and is casted when Privy exclaims he is armoring up.

Other Info: Cliff the war axe and Privy have been buds for the longest time, and as such are inseparable.

Name: Meshiro
Age: "13" - (Though in reality, is a much greater age than this.)
Gender: Male
Race: Human.. ish ;)
Appearance: He's a small boy with a stature of 5'5 weighing at 113 pounds. Being a child prodigy, he excels mentally and needn't rely on his physical strength. He has lavender eyes which are curtained by lengthy locks of silver hair which is typically tucked under a quite large, black wizardly hat ornamented by a gold buckle, enormous goggles, and large rubies. He is constantly garbed in a ratty, dark blue robe that opens up to a plain, white tunic tucked neatly into brown trousers accompanied by ordinary black boots.
Backstory: A once ecstatic child prodigy & accomplished student at a scholar training school of Penrith. He then learned the truth, and the corrupt society hidden under the scrolls and books that he was decoding day by day, and so set off to pursue a dream of treasure hunting instead, thus becoming a vagabond - He found a golden stave which had a sapphire jewel set in its body in the corpse of a unusually large creature. The staff took his mana and in return allowed him to control water to a certain extent. Since then, he been a practioneer of magic and grew in strength over the time spent as a mercenary.
Personality: Eccentric, impulsive, with a degree of timidity, yet a keen sense of justice!

Weapon skill/choice: A golden staff with a blue sapphire on top of it. Nothing more & nothing less....
[However, this weapon has the skill to consume mana and cast spells using motion-commands.]

Weapon picture: N/A :(

Notable ability: He is a novice mage who has mastered the art & science of water manipulation, and only recently began to practice very minor fire magic. Physically he lacks the power to melee. However, he can detect auras and thus dodge incoming attacks by reading said auras, but he's not so quick on his feet... FURTHERMORE, he has the power to sprout wings of mana that can be used offensively & defensively.

Other Info: He suffers from narcolepsy, has trouble controlling his ridiculously large mana pool, & uses a very weird accent.

Name: Nlossae Qinynore
Age: 23 Gender: Female Race: Half-elf
Appearance: Nlossae stands at a steady height of 5'5", she is a little taller than most of the average female elves. She has dark brown hair that goes down to her lower shoulder blades and has deep brown eyes. Her ears look almost normal if it wasn’t for the slight peak, her ears are about the length of an elven child’s. She usually wears heavy furs or thick leather clothing she does not have civilian clothes because she does not spend much time in cities.

Backstory: During the Great War there were many tragedies that took place, all of the races were against one another seemingly out of nowhere. It was a quiet village to the East of Drovia, which was where Taanyth Qinynore was settled. Unfortunately, this is also one of the first places King Dolvirs, Royal men attacked. Taanyth was one of the many elf settlers that got captured and forced into slavery in the human city Drovia, though fighting for their lives her father was butchered by the humans. Taanyth spent the better part of her life in slavery working for her new human masters. That was until one day her master got extremely drunk and had the idea to sleep with Taanyth. This resulted in a forced pregnancy, she knew that if her master would find out about this, then he would kill her and her unborn child. So she knew she needed to escape.
Taanyth made friends with an Etlock who was hired as her masters’ guard. She explained to him the situation and he sympathized with her and agreed to get her out of the city. His name was Gukad and he was a gentle giant, it was quite easy to sneak away once he agreed to assist her. He just needed to pretend that he was just moving the merchandise which included Taanyth, they moved late in the afternoon and were questioned by very few. Gukad took Taanyth out to the West of Drovia up into the uninhabited mountains, there they worked together to build a small home for Taanyth and her child. Only a few weeks after the completion of the cabin Taanyth gave birth to a female half-elf named Nlossae.
As the years went by, Nlossae grew up in the isolated mountains. She and her mother lived alone eating what they could find. Soon Nlossae picked up hunting and became a very skilled hunter with the bow at age 10. Gukad visited the mother and daughter often and began to train Nlossae in the art of the longsword. As she grew in age she became more curious about the large castle past the mountains, once every so often she would take furs from the animals she had killed for trade. It always amazed her the giant walls made from stone and the mass amount of people in the area.
It was on one of those trips that Nlossae ran into a group of drunk guards, they saw her ears and started to mock her. Nlossae is very thin skinned and easily offended by the mockery of her heritage, so she challenged one of the guards to a duel. It did not take long for the drunk guard to fall on his butt, she soundly defeated him with little effort. She fought with something to prove and that made her dangerous. On her way out of town another guard stopped her, this one seemed much more mature, he offered her a job as a Hunter, it would pay well and give her the honor she desperately desired. Nlossae realized this is perfect, she would get to explore the world and be able to send money back to her mother. Also and maybe the most important, she would be able to prove a half-elf is just as good as everyone else.

Personality: Hot-headed and rambunctious, she fights for herself and her honor, she has no loyalty to any race or king, many might see it as a fault but she fights for what she believes is right. Though she has never killed anyone yet, she does have a great understanding of the sword and the power she holds with it. Her guard is never down and she feels like she is always being judged so she tries her hardest to prove to everyone that she is just as good, and she believes she is capable of doing anything anyone else can do.

Weapon skill/choice: She uses a bow for distance, but she prefers to use her long sword which seems to be slightly too large for her.
Notable ability: Great at tracking, sturdy footing, uses anger to her advantage

A race of humanoids found in only the deepest, darkest pits of the earth, where not even the Kiln dare to delve. Their origin is, like the caverns they inhabit, muddy and hidden - and it's suggested by those few who have ever encountered them that they were either created alongside the Elves, or alongside Men - or are a twisted version of either that has long since disappeared from the blessings of the sun.

They only rarely venture out of the depths of the earth, and typically turn back and go home upon reaching the caverns, mines, and forges of the Kiln, as the colder air towards the surface greatly bothers them. No Sviirog cities are known to exist, as their culture revolves around small familial groups tucked away within the cramped confines of their homes, where they farm rock-hard fungi and deep ponds of foul bacterial slimes.

They are extremely tall and spindly, standing at seven feet tall. They appear to almost be batlike - universally albino, with yellow or pink eyes, enormous lightly furred ears, and razor sharp teeth. Dim bioluminescent splotches or stripes criss-cross across their skin all the way across their bodies, to provide the minimal light needed to see in the deepest places of the world. Surface-dwelling Sviirog wear obsidian-lensed goggles to protect their eyes from the blinding sun.

Those Sviirog who walk the surface are considered by their kin to be severely and incurably mentally ill, and can never again return to their homes - and, for the most part, they wouldn't want to return in the first place. They are silent and clever, and above ground they are recognized as competent pyromancers and assassins.

Note: Though gifted with the ability to see with absolutely no light sources whatsoever, they do not see colors the same way as other races do. This leads to the amusing ability to easily tell the difference between different kinds of otherwise identical minerals, fungi, and grasses, while simultaneously not being able to tell the difference between an orange piece of cloth or a purple one.

^{(or Kyik, for those with trouble pronouncing it)}
Age: 26
Gender: F
Race: Sviirog

Appearance:
Kyik stands at an imposing 7'3" - a fair bit taller than the average Sviirog, and weighs in at 105 lbs, giving her a twiglike, fiendish look, almost like a twisted elf. Her large, angular eyes are a shade of near-lilac pink, though she always keeps them hidden beneath Kiln-made obsidian welding goggles. Like most Sviirog, her hair is thin, white, and scraggly - and she keeps it in a ponytail to keep it from drawing any attention. Massive batlike ears are coated with very fine snow-white fuzz, peaked neatly at the tips - and it's obvious that she takes quite good care of them. For the Sviirog, ear care is vastly more important than hair care, after all.

A ghost of a glow can be seen on her skin in a tiger-stripe pattern all across her body and face - faint enough that it's only properly visible for those with near perfect nightvision in a dark room.

In terms of clothing, she is often bundled up in very heavy cloaks or coats at all times, very few of which actually fit her, and all of which clash horribly with one anothers' colors. Beneath the mountains of warming fabric, she wears sturdy yet flexible dark stone green leather armor over a matching skintight leather suit. She often wears soft fur earmuffs to protect from the loud winds and speech of the surface. A green-and-red plaid flat cap sits atop her head, between her massive ears.

Backstory:
The Tvikiir clan, comprised of no more than ten Sviirog, was a well respected family within the circle of caverns four kilometers beneath Caragosh. Their depth was an indicator of their status, as the deeper caves provided the most heat and moisture - vital for fungus and slime farming - as well as access to the best ore veins. Her fathers were miners by trade, and her mothers tended to the sludge pools - sustaining themselves by trading materials and food further up the caverns to those closer to the surface.

As a Sviirog of breeding age, she was expected to help replenish the populations of the other clans to prevent inbreeding and a rapid population - and she did her duty as well as any other Sviirog. Most Sviirog have an average of five children throughout their lifetime, each by different sets of parents, and blood ties are generally forgotten in favor of clan and guardian - though most don't survive to adulthood, thanks to the harsh living conditions in the depths of the earth. She neither knows nor cares if her spawn are still alive.

By 23, having done her duty to her people, Kyik felt restless and unsatisfied with a life of watching pond scum reproduce, and sought out alternate ways to make herself useful - from basic medicine, to spectacularly failed attempts at inventing new tools (the Sviirog are, despite being clever earth-dwellers like the Dwarves/Kiln, not well suited to engineering). At 25, she heard a rumor from one of the surfaceward clan traders that there were strange, tiny creatures that go on two legs far, far above them, where the air was biting cold and foul to the nose - and she heard that they were masters of crafts the Sviirog didn't even have a name for.

She said her goodbyes to her clan, who all told her that she would be back within the year, but didn't object to her leaving. They figured she would be sickened by the uninhabitable air and the poor food up above, and would come running back home when she grew tired of it. They were wrong.

It took almost four months for her to climb all the way from the caverns, on account of the incredibly treacherous vertical ascents and the rather nasty wildlife that kept the Kiln from going any deeper than they already had - but she eventually reached one of the mine shafts near Caragosh. One Kiln saw her, and she saw the Kiln - before both immediately scurried back down their respective holes in fear. She crawled back out, and the Kiln had returned - this time, with a blanket and a lantern, which burned her eyes horribly. The two couldn't understand eachothers' language, but after some time, they came to an understanding, and she continued on her journey upwards, now in possession of clothing and a set of welding goggles.

Kyik cannot remember what adventures she had between meeting the first Kiln and arriving on the surface - but she found herself with no nonviolent skills, no home, and only the faintest idea of the language of the surface dwellers - and she was very, very cold. Much of her time was spent trying to blend in with the locals (and failing miserably), or hunting the local wildlife for food, as the only sustenance that kept her strength up was meat.

Her 26th birthday has recently passed, and with it, she has learned of a place where she may find work, and thus life: the Hunters' Guild.

Personality:
Borderline alien.

Sviirog culture is so far removed from surface culture that it is difficult to identify specific personality traits amidst the tribalism and strangeness, but others have described her from the viewpoint of surface dwellers. Here's what they've had to say.

She is fiercely proud of her heritage and family, and if successfully insulted (in such a manner that she understands it to be an insult, and it actually offends her Sviirog nature), she has been known to brawl viciously. She's surprisingly talkative for someone who only half-understands the local language, and often attempts to joke, though the translation from Sviirog to the common tongue usually causes it to fall flat. She has begun taking a strong interest in puns, though, which can be a little bit annoying at times.

She values courtesy, and hates magic being performed too closeby - the otherworldly heat and vibrations of casting makes her very uncomfortable.

She values life much less than most and doesn't think much about morality when accepting jobs.

Although it hasn't been confirmed, there have been reports of small fires spreading in every town she has visited while she was present. Possible minor arsonist.

She appears to be very, very clever and pragmatic - though she has more or less no surface education.

Weapon skill/choice: Rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth. She is very good at biting things. Failing that, she can and will use a dagger, but that's pushing it. She feels awkward with a weapon in her hands, and prefers to use her natural equipment.

Notable abilities: Completely untrained natural pyromancer. Like most Sviirog, she is capable of producing flames at any point within twenty meters of her body, but unlike most Sviirog, she never focused on developing this skill - and, as such, is only able to make the equivalent of a large candle flame, a loud popping noise, or a bright flash of light.

The time she didn't spend on learning fire magicks, however, was spent on learning to climb and explore the caverns without attracting the attention of other Sviirog or the local vicious beasts. She can nearly silently scale any porous surface the fine hairs in her skin can take hold of.

Sviirog strength and agility permits her to contort herself into otherwise unthinkable positions, making her motions very difficult to predict in combat.

Other Info: Odd-color vision, perfect darkvision. Incredibly fine hearing, but can be very easily incapacitated by loud noises if not wearing hearing protection.