Age: 46, though he looks to be in his early 30's
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality: Forett is generally a quiet fellow who doesn't trust people easily. If his trust is earned, his loyalty will never falter. Forett has yet to feel the knife of betrayal. Forett's hard life has made him rather tough as far as most men go. He has seen things that most men believe to be fairy tales, so surprising him is a challenge. This does make him rather gullible for far fetched stories involving magical beast and myths. He is slow to anger, though once achieved his anger can make him a far meaner individual. He will do his best to stop fighting or arguing so that matters may be resolved without needless violence. regardless of how things go, Forett's will to move on is possibly the strongest thing about him. Given all of his misfortunes, Forett still presses onward with the memory of his friend and family. He believes that they did not go through the time and effort caring for and teaching him for him to simply throw their memory away.
Backstory: Forett Altol was a man who had little promise in his future. His last name carried no weight and his noble house consisted of sharecropping uncles and a crippled father. That is to say, he was no noble. Forett’s life did not turn around as he came into manhood either. At the young age of sixteen Forett’s mother and father were killed by bandits who had been told that they were hiding gold from them. The bandits did what bandits would do to a cripple man and his wife, and Forett had to watch between the floorboards as he hid in his parent’s wooden hovel. Needless to say, Forett did not go on a great quest to seek vengeance or give up on life- no. He did what any 16 year old lad would do with no education and now no family. He became a street urchin. For 3 years Forett scraped by on the mercy strangers gave him. Every now and then a stranger would feel pity and give him an easy job to work, which was only enough to help him get by. By the divines Mercy he never fell ill. It was at the age of 23 that Forett’s life began to turn and favor him. While in the markets begging for coin, a drunk passed out in front of him. This drunk, as he would never forget the night he saw this face, happened to be a bandit with a very large bounty. After turning in the man that ruined his life, Forett decided he would invest in what the nobles called an ‘education.’
After learning to read and write, Forett took on the job of writing up wanted posters. It wasn’t the best job, however it payed far better than any job he had before. A paying job was far better than being a street urchin in the capitol. It was not long before a poster crossed his eyes that shocked him. “Wanted: Dead for gold.” The poster started, displaying the picture of a massive dragon burning a village in crude black ink. Many of the books Forett had read told of wildlings and dragons, however he had never seen one before.
At the age of 28, Forett set out of the capitol to find this dragon with every cent he had to his name. It was on the road that he met a man by the name of Hexilius Boldarin. Hexilius was a mercenary that had just finished escorting a caravan and was making his way east to return home. After hearing Forett’s story over a beer in a roadside tavern, Hexilius decided that Forett would need lessons in swordplay. Now, one key feature of Hexilius that made him an interesting man was the fact that he was an elf. What was supposed to be a three month trip turned into a four year adventure as Forett and Hexilius traveled from village to city taking odd jobs to clear bandits and highwaymen that were to small a problem for the guard to handle. It was at the age of 32 Forett lost Hexilius to a bolt in a bar. His one and only friend was shot in the back by a drunk with a crossbow. Forett’s good nature died on that night. Some say it died with his friend, others say it died as the drunk choked on his own blood.
Forett had to travel east to tell Hexilius’s son of what befell his father. Of course, no family takes a death well. It was here that Forett discovered Hexilius used to be a knight before his wife had died in a fire. Something the elf had never told Forett, aside from the fact that he had married into a human house.
Forett, to this day, still carries the shield Hexilius once used to protect them both. A shield that Forett jokes made his next friend! The shield had a mighty tree in it’s centre, the engravings worn away from years of use on the field. It would be a long year before Forett decided he would gamble for everything he knew.
Returning to the capitol, Forett found that no man had claimed the bounty for the dragon. However, it also seemed that it had not been seen since he had hung that poster all of those years ago. Forett decided he would use the money Hexilius left him to buy a set of plate, a sword and a younger horse. He traveled to where this dragon was spotted last, and found nothing more than the lone village it had burnt to the ground so many years ago.
He would kill this dragon and never leave the capitol again, retiring in luxury… or he would die as nothing more than a forgotten story spoken in some tavern by a drunk.
How life loved to ruin Forett’s plans.
Forett spent two years living in this burnt out village, having learned how to live off of the land from his travels. It was in the fall of his 35th year he found the beast he was hunting… or rather, it found him. It was nowhere near as large as the beast drawn on the poster, though it was still just as terrifying. It seemed not to resemble the beast’s picture all that much either. It had ambushed him at the village well while he was fetching water.

As Forett lowered his shield, he was hit with a plume of blackened fire that he surly thought would melt Hexilius’s very memory… instead he was met with a blinding light. His memory of what transpired after that was all but a blur. He awoke to find himself in the village where he had been attacked, the shield lying some distance away next to the unconscious black monster that had attacked him.

Magic: Ice (though he has very little control over it.)

Divine protection of Melding.
Forett's mind and essence has been fused with a dragon like creature from another world. This creature lacks the ability to understand anything other than basic common or gestures, however is just as intelligent if not more so than a human being. His mind, when near her, is shared with her. They can understand each other without so much as uttering a word and also share the same mana pool, however this last ability is rather useless as Forett is equipped with a sword and shield, not a staff or mage throwing powers. Likewise, Verisa is linked in the same way to Forett. She can use him to understand those around her, however this ability is limited. After they first became bounded to one another, the bond would break at only several hundred meters away. After a decade of each other's company, however, this range has extended to nearly a mile. Their ability to share senses leaves them at 300 meters, however they can communicate flawlessly until this range is met. Should the bond break, a faint pull will be felt towards the other. Forett will know that his friend is in 'this general direction.' Likewise for Verisa, the two are rarely more than two feet apart. The main exceptions involve walking into towns or cities were a dragon may not be a sight for calm citizens to see. This blessing has caused Forett’s eyes to take on dragon like attributes, though sadly the only benefits received from this are better vision in the dark and creeping out strangers. The blessing does not make him any stronger or weaker as a person.




Verisa’s body is not covered in the traditional scales of a dragon. Her nimble frame has large plate like bones that overlay to form an almost natural suit of armor on her sides, breast, back and neck. Her belly and the inside of her hind legs have much smaller plates, meaning that the armor here is very weak. Despite the picture, her horns are not pointed back, but instead are curled like a ram’s horns. They roll over in a loop once before the tips of them face forward to just behind her eyes. This offers her head a little more protection, though they can be a little bulky at times. They are rather short, no doubt showing her to be young of age. Her wings resemble a bat's, however they also have muscles bracing them so that she can prop herself up with them. (See pic for reference. She has thumbs!)
Gender: Female
Race: Dragon like creature.
Magic: Fire
*See Forett for Divine protection.
Back story: Verissa was a dragon of noble birth, born to Talon Whitefire and Sulkan Vess, she was to be a huntress upon her coming of age. Her life was normal, or as normal as life was for a young black dragoness. Her bloodline was of good repute and her father was a wonderful trainer. Many males sought her attention and many females favored to hunt beside her, though many of the elders feared her ambitious nature despite the fact she was nothing more than an older child. Well before she was old enough to realize just how important she was as a youngling, she awoke to find herself not in her nest in the cliffs, but in a green valley she had never before seen. Used to the harsh mountain climates and fighting griffins for food, this valley held plenty of food and offered little to no dangers. She searched the skies for several years, though at the end of every month, which is as far as she would ever dare fly, she would return to where she woke up. She missed her family, and she believed herself cheated out of a good life. Naturally, as her most deadly weapon finally developed, she became angry. Several hundred years passed as she grew, slowly making the climb from being smaller than a horse to being roughly eleven feet tall. As time ticked on, she slowly accepted the fact that she would never see her tribe again.
She had spent years learning of the land, however her fear of being caught alone kept her locked to caves and hunting. She was a horridly anti social creature after her rough fall from grace. She learned that humans were not food, and neither were their horses. She had to move caves due to being discovered and being pestered by humans who encroached on her abode with hardened skin and extended limbs.
It was on a late hunt one afternoon that she saw a human with nothing more than a horse for company. She watched him for several days, wondering why he was living in an empty human settlement all alone. Soon she came to terms that this human was like the ones that hunted her, and she was enraged by this sudden thought. As her emotions constantly moved in her lonely mind, she decided to ambush him to see if she could best one of these humans alone. She attempted to surprise him, but this human was quick to raise a plate that halted her fire. She moved to jump on him, only to be met with a blinding light.
She woke up slowly, her purple eyes quickly spotting the human. He was separated from his fire blocking plate! She had him! She quickly moved to stand, only to feel a sudden tide of emotion she had not planned to feel. She could feel this Human’s fear and see how she appeared to him. She could see through his eyes, though the feeling quickly left. The human had stood, drawing one of the sharpened limbs that they used to attack her. Likewise, he was frozen as well.
“This creature couldn’t understand me.”
“This creature couldn’t understand me.”
They both jumped back slightly, having heard what the other thought as though it were spoken aloud. Forett Altol and Verisa the black lived each other's life in their heads in all but a flash. Forett saw what it was to hunt as Verisa saw what it was to fear, the two beings lowered their guard, unsure of just what was happening.

That was ten years ago, now Forett claims Verissa as a sister, and she claims him as a nestmate.
Over the years Forett’s eyes would take on the dragon like nature of Verissa’s eyes, though they are far less effective than hers. Forett is currently returning to the capital to invest his time in adventuring again. His shield and armor a symbol for a unknown hedge knight of some lost kingdom or lowly guild, however he hopes that one day his friend's memory will be known by everyone.

Personality: Verisa is a spunky gal, at least that is what Forett will tell you. She values strength and loyalty as well as honesty, though her instincts to flaunt her power and prey upon weaker beings still plague her. She can often be very arrogant at times, more than willing to sink her teeth into anything that insults her. Her young and ‘do anything’ attitude died out fast with Forett, who taught her that this world was not one to be scared of. She is friendly to those who do not draw their swords, and friendly still to those that do. However, much like the black fire that rests in her belly, she is more than willing to lash out at anyone who brings harm to Forett... Perhaps even more so than should someone harm herself. She also has a strange taste for oranges, though she will refuse anything else that was not once alive. (She doesn’t buy that whole ‘plants are alive’ thing. They are green and never move, after all!)

Age

18

Gender

Male.

Race

Human

Magic

N/A

Divine Protection

Blessing of Investigation - Alexander's eyes can see, and see all magical illusions, effects, blessings, curses and even alterations, as well as detect that something supernatural is being cast. Note however that this is its own drawback, as Alexander registers magic as differently colored lights, meaning that too many of such would blind him. Thus, in areas with dense magic, he has to put on a blindfold to preserve his eyesight.



Alexander is reckless, but committed, and also a person who has only recently managed to rein in their emotions. Although not naturally kinder than the average person, Alexander is someone who wants to be more than he already is, and is willing to do what it takes to get it. At the same time, however, he can be a show-off, impatient, and as mentioned, reckless, as well as secretly afraid that he might let himself down, which would equate to letting others down.

"I'm not as kind as I want to be - in fact, I'm pretty nasty. But I want to change all that, and I will."



One of Alexander's first memories was watching Detective Conan/Case Closed, due his babysitter leaving the TV on. The fact that he was somehow able to comprehend the plots of each episode was also the time when it became clear that he was different from others, different not just in his intelligence, but in his realization that when he wanted something, he should try to get it, either by asking nicely, or by giving something in return, like good grades at school or extra obedience to one's parents. Even as he got older and other shows and stories about detectives stopped being appealing to him, Detective Conan, and later, books such as Artemis Fowl (which he began to take an interest in when he was getting older), remained an inspiration to his life.

In school, Alexander was known as a mystery-solver, able to get answers to minor schoolroom capers such as missing lunch boxes, vandalism, and minor embezzlement by student council members (which aren't as powerful as they were in Japan). In short, he got a nice reputation, a reputation that got him favors, good graces by the safety patrol, praise, and eventually, girls and boys.

Then, he found the occult, and although he didn't believe the 'malarkey', he was distracted enough by studying it that his life took a downturn as his investigation skills, though still formidable by schoolyard standards, began to stagnate, and while he can deduce and find solutions to minor crimes, stuff such as murder and such were now outside of the young man's deductive skills. Alexander knew this, and kept out of speculating on larger cases, even when he got to University early, at the age of 15.

He also felt a draw to learn martial arts, namely Filipino Eskrima/Kali, which he chose because it combined blades, sticks, and even unarmed combat in a lethal combination. Alexander had also begun keeping a Kindle filled with books from the Encyclopedia Britannica and various other reference books. All the while, his investigative skills were being exercised again, as he found himself looking at cases where occult and 'magical' symbolism were used in murders and other cases. It seemed that he was not fully ready for crimes based on 'rational' or 'self-interested' causes, but when the perpetrators were using 'magical thinking', he was competent enough to deduce killers and motives at the same time as the Police did.

One day, Alexander was invited to a conference revolving around cult killings (Aum Shinrikyo et al) in Japan. Getting his parents' blessing, and using what money he saved up from part-time jobs, the boy boarded a plane headed for the archipelago - which ended up crashing into the sea in a freak accident.

Get up... he would say to himself, This isn't the end... And Alexander's eyes would shine with power, as he woke up in another world, in the nation of Lugnica.

When he had finally made certain that he wasn't dreaming, Alexander found himself feeling like a small kid in a candy store with unlimited money. Magic was real in this world! He had managed to keep his Kindle on him! Also, he had magic as well!

However, this enjoyment faded once he realized that he wanted to get back home, that he wanted to see his parents again, that he still had a life on Earth. Not merely that, but did the same thing happen to other people? If it had, should he find them and do one of those epic quests to get back home, if they want to, of course? And more to the point, who was building pathways between worlds? Any entity powerful and, he speculated, amoral enough to do that would be a potential threat to Earth, and his family on it. That cannot be allowed, so he had to investigate.

And, as it turned out, there were other people like him, so at least he had a lead...

Likes

-Men
-Women
-Sweets
-Eskrima

Dislikes

-Himself at times.
-Fearing things.


youtube.com/watch?v=SsZ1UkTugeM

Age

74

Gender

Male.

Race

Human

Magic

Water Magic.

Divine Protection

N/A.



Myst is a person whose motives had decayed from 'bring order to the world to end suffering' to 'dominate all life and force it into a shape of one's own design'. This isn't helped by years of learning and experimentation, where he had acquired a lack of shame and discust over unetheical methods of research. A tyrannical man who yet believes that he is the best course for the world - nay, all worlds, Myst is someone who is obsessive, megalomaniacal, and claims to be above base desires even while surrendering to the latter. However, he is well aware of his relative lack of power and resources, and so is willing to work with and manipulate others, although he would consider himself above the people he works with...



Myst was born in Lugnica's capital, to a family of magi and nobles of some renown. Talented, but not a prodigy at Water Magic, Myst had an inquisitive mind, and, when looking around at the suffering of others, would often wonder: Why is the world built that some must be hurt without deserving it? This would later become: How can the world be fixed so that people won't be hurt? And so he threw himself into his studies, studies of politics and magic, as well as making contacts with the local acdemia. And for a while, everything was good...but also fragile.

For one day, he made a chance remark criticizing the kingdom's treatment of Elves (this was before the civil war and the decleration of equality for all races), which reached the ears of those jealous of him and who wanted to take him down a peg. His chance remark was spun into 'evidence' of treasonous sentiment, and he found himself losing friends, allies, and contacts, leaving him with only the resources he already had, and an estate owned by his ancestors in the far frontiers of the Kingdom, which, he, disheartened, withdrew to with his materials for study. There, he began delving into the other side of Water Magic, the side that twisted life and healing into blood and mutation.

This experimentation also twisted him, causing his views and motives to begin their decay. Where once he wanted to create a better world, now he wanted to create a world that was only his'. Contacting the few people who remained his friends and allies, Myst rebuilt his web of contacts, but in a much darker form, looking for people who shared his madness, his obsessions, and other desires people might consider 'evil'. No more codes of ethics, no more morals, no more inhibitions. There was to be only one guiding principle; control of all life, so that everything can be in its proper place.

And, as he prepared to make his move, Myst began hearing rumors, rumors of people from another world entirely, rumors of people with dubious origins but powerful skills, skills such as the previously rare Divine Protections. And an obsession rose within him, an obsession to control first Lugnica, then the rest of his world, by controlling these 'newcomers'. But he was going to need help, he was going to need those who would aid him.

Likes

-Men
-Women
-Power

Dislikes

-Not being in control of a situation.
-Being outsmarted.

Name:Sean Williams

Age
18

Gender
Male

Race
Human

Magic
Yes
Wind
Divine Protection
Blessing of the Roulette: This blessing gives Sean the potential to cast incredibly potent as well as gives him a large mana pool. However, although it CAN do these things. It's far more likely to ruin whatever magic he attempts to cast, or not let him use any at all. As a result, the blessing makes using magic a gamble, as he could easily hurt himself.

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Sean was never the brightest bulb, in fact, he was particularly stupid. Although he could be somewhat clever at times and had decent common sense, he was a terrible learner, and thus ended up developing social skills and physical skills far more than studying and gaining some sort of intelligence.

However to make up for his iodicy, Sean tended to flourish socially, he was quite adept at simply inserting himself into social groups of others as he tended to be quite the honest and compassionate person, as the transparency was something people tended to gravitate towards.

Sean's strongest point is that he's capable of staying calm under duress. Regardless of the situation, one would be hard pressed to find a time in which Sean was panicking as a result of an issue he was facing. As a result, he tends to be somewhat reliable in difficult situations, and is good at consoling people. (Though some would say his calmness comes from being too stupid to understand the gravity of some situations)

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Sean has lived a pretty genetic life. He's gone through life with little to no remarkable events, although he was dropped on the head as a child.

He took an extended period of time to learn how to read and write, far longer than other children, and that academic pace has been steady since them, he tended to always be behind. This caused him to really dislike school and once he graduated high school (by the skin of his teeth) was unsure of what he wanted to do with his life.

Luckily for him, he didn't have to make that decision because he'd been whisked away to some fantasy world. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he did see people using magic, and came to the conclusion he was very clearly in a game.

After wandering the streets he met a man that really just had pity on him and took him in. The man also taught him magic, which he would soon regret as Sean accidently blew the side of his house off thanks to his blessing.
Since then he's been wandering around looking for someplace where he can find people to help him

Likes
Bacon
Peach Juice
Company
Dislikes
Brussel Sprouts
Anything that requires you to think hard

Name: Felix Argyle (Ferris)

Appearance:

Ferris has flax colored hair and yellow eyes. His casual wear consists of a blue collar with a ribbon, a blue dress, black tights, blue leggings, blue shoes, white arm covers, and a blue scarf tied around his right arm.
Ferris' cat like appendages are a result of his ancestors having Demi Human blood and because of this he was mistreated by his parents. The white and blue ribbons that he wears in his hair are a gift from Crusch and he always wears them no matter what he's wearing. Felix also often wears his royal knight outfit.

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Nekomimi

Magic

Water - Ferris is considered to be one of higher calliber Water Magic user on the continent.. By directing mana to anyone whose Od he's interfered with, he can make their body go out of control, enabling him to do things such as using their body like a puppet or destroying their circulatory system from inside but is only able to do that by weak willed people(extremely weak npcs). He can also die and heal himself to perfect condition but in change for that he uses up all of his mana.

Divine Protection

Divine Protection of Water

Personality

Although male, Ferris refers to himself in 3rd person using female pronouns. He also enjoys teasing people. He is extremely attached to Crusch

Felix does not have return by death but can usually reheal himself from dead. If a PC dies Felix will remember who they are but not that they have died. Using his own version of RBD uses a fair amount of his mana and he will be extremely weak after his revival meaning he cannot use any of his magic.


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Name: Reinhardt van Adler
Size:2,10m or 6´8´´
Age: 67
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Magic: He has high knowledge in Yang Magic, which is why he was able to survive for so long during the war.
Divine protection: None!
Personality:
Reinhardt, who used to be a soldier, is now just a veteran living his normal life. He has no intention to keep fighting on, and that describes his personality fairly well.
He is done with fighting and would rather just live his everyday life. He is a very sympathic individual and one may become friends with him quickly. Normally, this is how he would describe himself. However with recent events, he has started fighting again. Not because he loves fighting, but because he wants to protect what he believes in and those who cannot protect themselves.
Reinhardt likes to sit in a bar, drink a lot and talk with people who share their stories. Of course, a veteran like Reinhardt has quite a bit of stories to share himself.
Normally, he spends his evenings laughing and drinking with friends.
In contrast to his friendly, peaceful personality, is his sense of justice. Reinhardt always fought for those who cannot fight, he wanted to protect those who were precious to him.
His heart won´t allow him to look away if something unjust happens, which is why he stands up for those who are treated unjust.
War has changed him, and made him see that fighting is not everything in life. Overall Reinhardt is an honest veteran, trying to live as peaceful as he can, while protecting as much as he can while he is on Royal Guard duty.

Background:
Reinhardt used to be a soldier during the demi-human-war. There, he fought countless battles, mostly on his own. Back then, he was a completely different kind of person.
Reinhardt used to love fighting, which is why he signed up for the war in the first place. As a meele fighter, he wanted to prove that he could beat even magicians. One could call it bravery, but "stupid"
and "reckless" would be more fitting describtions of his old fighting style. Even back then, he was quite big for a human. He had all the tools he needed, to fight against magicians and meele fighters both the same.
A huge armor, combined with his yang magic made him a force to be recognized. Since he was also quite strong, a result of his lifelong training, he lifted a heavy and huge hammer, which was his weapon of choice.
One could say that Reinhardt really did enjoy fighting and slaying his enemies. However, while he loved fighting and killing, the war has also changed him.
Reinhardt saw so much blood, so many innocent people being slaughtered. Even a reckless soldier like himself started questioning the ethics behind the war. Was it really right to kill people like this?
During the following years of war, he underwent some heavy changes. The best way to describe it, would be with the story of Tony. Tony was his best friend during the war, he fought together with Reinhardt in the same unit.
Since the war already went on for a few years, Reinhardt was known and feared for his actions during the war even amongst his own men. However Tony was different. He was a simple magician, who enlisted himself to fight in the war because he wanted
to protect his wife and children back at home. Tony really didn´t have many strengths, very basic fire magic is all he could produce. During the actual fights he was mostly running and avoiding enemys.
But he was the nicest and most impressive man Reinhardt had ever met.
Their friendship truly developed during these years. However, in one of the final years of war, it happened. The weak Tony was brutally slaughtered right in front of Reinhardts eyes. There was nothing he could do to save Tony, but it caused Reinhardt to go on a rampage.
He tore right through the enemys, not caring for his own condition. As he returned from the battlefield, he was already half-dead. A sword stuck right through his helmed, into his left eye and he had burning wounds and arrows stuck in him all over his body.
The healing mages could barely keep him alive, yet he managed to survive. That day, Reinhardt promised to himself that he would protect those who cannot protect themselves. And that was exactly what he did during these last few years of war.
He barely fought in the frontline, Reinhardt mostly protected the healing mages who were fighting in the back from all incoming harm. Those actions have made him a respected individual amongst his men.

When the war was finally over, his actions were also recognized. He was personally thanked by the royal family, and granted any wish he wanted for his incredible protecting efforts during the war. Reinhardt´s only wish was to live a normal life.
Therefore, he was given a house within the city and enough money to live a casual life, like a common person, until the end of his life. However nowadays, with so much trouble on the horizon, Reinhardt has received an invite to join the Royal Guard.
While he initially wanted to decline the kind offer, Reinhardt actually had second thoughts over it. It was always his dream to be allowed to protect more people, and this would give him the ultimate oppertunity to do so.
Therefore, not long after receiving said offer he accepted it. Nowadays Reinhardt is a proud member of the Royal Guard, fighting for what he believes in.

Theme song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q70IkfETf98

Hiroto Kazuki







19


Male


Human


Earth Magic


Luckily Hiroto is the type that doesn't get too freaked out at new situations, and that's just part of how he normally acts. No matter what the situation he usually remains composed, and he always has a determination to see things through to the end. If he were to ever encounter something he didn't like he would become entirely speechless and then proceed to try to get rid of whatever's bothering him.






Sacred Ground- The one who uses this protection has a strong affinity with earth magic, and because of that he is more in tune with it. It allows the user to be able to detect movement within a certain radius around him without having to rely on the body's senses. The way that he detects it is through vibrations in the ground, he can pick up on the forces that impact the earth and so therefore can not only tell what may be coming up from behind him but also can detect what may be coming from underneath him. In order for him to use it he has to be touching the ground or connected to the ground so that he can pick up on the vibrations, which means that if he is airborne this ability is pretty much nullified.

(Think of this like Ram's Clairvoyance Divine Protection, just with a different twist.)



-Pets (Dogs and cats alike, but he leans more to cats.)

-Laying down in the grass

-Gardening



-Heights

-Littering

-Rats (he doesn't like to admit it but he HATES rats so if he were to see one . . he would probably pulverize it)

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Magic: Minor Goa

Dragan is a fiercely skilled swordsman with a streak of recklessness. The man craves violence, in a way that confuses even himself. Bits and pieces of memories flutter through his mind when he is left idle and alone for too long, often overwhelming him. The
Only in the middle of heated combat can he focus on the here and now.
This erratic and self destructive behavior has only cropped up since his head injury a few days earlier when he was ambushed by a strange assailant from an alleyway close to his own home.

My memory is.. fuzzy. Everything I see is wrong, all the faces do not match the names I remember. Where are you, my friends who delved the darkest tombs. How much has been lost? These questions torment my waking mind as the streets of Lugnicia sprawl out ahead of me. The Bell Knights I remember, they are whom my services are loyal to above all. Lady Maria..
But still these damn visions! In my minds eye there is a city covered in dust and dried blood stretching into the horizon without end. I see the bodies of my companions after something has cut them down and left to fade away into dust.

Dragan is a survivor of many battles, a dedicated combatant with talent and skill when handling a blade. Though it is confusing for him to speak of his past given that after a stranger struck him in the head, all he can remember is his name and the Iron Bell knights. Without any memory of who he was he returned to the Bell headquarters and was given healing magic to ease the many pains his body had suffered. Etched with scars from a hundred confrontations it seems, the knights recognized his name and assured him that this was his place.
Many promised to help recover his memories but deep down, Dragan fears they will never return.

Or that he will not like what he remembers..

Likes
Combat
History
Loyalty

Dislikes
Dishonesty

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Battle Theme:

Bad Ending Theme 1:

Bad Ending Theme 2:

Comeback Theme:

True Ending:

Comedy Theme: