[center][h2]Fall of Vedrus[/h2][/center] [hr][hr][hr] [hider=Crim] [center][color=8B0000][u][b]Name:[/b][/u][/color] Crim Raveshadow [color=8B0000][u][b]Gender:[/b][/u][/color] Female [color=8B0000][u][b]Age:[/b][/u][/color] 24 [color=8B0000][b][u]Race:[/u][/b][/color] Elvish Cultist [color=8B0000][u][b]Side in War (Neutral also possibility):[/b][/u][/color] Neutral, but aides both sides when needed [color=8B0000][u][b]Appearance/Description:[/b][/u][/color] Long, mid back length, red hair with green gentle eyes. She keeps her hair in a half-up half-down style with a braid. Often decorate her hair with dark crimson or black dragon scales from her pet. She is average height, but gets called short by everyone. Slim, with an active physique. Surprisingly strong for her size and a very fast runner. [color=8B0000][u][b]Backstory/Bio:[/b][/u][/color] Crim is known as a dragon priestess in Onxyia. Being one of the cultists that are allowed to live with their dragons, she resides near a cave for protection. She was born in Etrya but when she was young she was taken from her home by Cultists. Raised by them, Crim learned their ways and became one of their priestesses. Her ability to use magic grew as she practiced through the years as well as her effect on dragons. For Crim's 18th birthday, and graduation in cultist training, she was given a dragon egg and told if it hatched she could keep the dragon and would become a priestess, but if it didn't she would have to forfeit the egg to another trainee. Luckily the egg hatched. Crim was then given the last name Raveshadow after one of the strongest dragon priestesses. Later she traveled to Onxyia to get away from the radicals that took over her old encampment and killed her teacher. Wanting to get away from harm's vengeful path, she took shelter in a cave and raised her dragon. Continuing to practice magic she stayed near her cave, often traveling to the villages in Onyxia for supplies or the river that ran close by. Hearing that there are dark powers enslaving the minds of fellow cultists and other great leaders she heard about in legends, Crim fears she may not be neutral for much longer and find herself in many great battles to fix the broken lands of Vedrus. [color=8B0000][u][b]Choice of Weaponry:[/b][/u][/color] Hand carved bow with home-made arrows she makes, Pet dragon that she raised, Throwing knives held on her hips, Long sword engraved with elvish symbols [color=8B0000][u][b]Garb (clothing/armor):[/b][/u][/color] Wears dark red and black leather armor, dragon scale gauntlets, and a black cloak. [color=8B0000][u][b]Personality:[/b][/u][/color] Crim is a kind, helpful, and tries to stay neutral even though she does aid people on either side. She does not like unnecessary killing or fighting, so does not believe in taking sides. But she does understand when sides should be taken and when fighting is necessary. She is encouraging and polite. She enjoys helping the underdog, and always tries to aid in the ending of tyranny. She is not a fan of people who put down and opress lower class citizens. Crim is supportive of the lower and middle class people. Crim aslo finds enjoyment in the raising of dragons and the art of magic. Even though she is not fond of fighting she does like a good fight or battle, it excites her in a way. It also pleases her to give her dragon a challenge and some exercise.[/center][/hider] [color=8B0000]Crim's Dragon[/color] ~Can change colors with light, often a silver color~ [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/ee/e0/02/eee00299c7885f765f1ff2cc24dd7320.jpg[/img] [hr] [hider=Rosline][center] [color=#9966CC][b]Name[/b][/color] Rosline, [color=9966CC]Roz[/color], Stormcast [color=#9966CC][b]Gender[/b][/color] Female [color=#9966CC][b]Age[/b][/color] 25 [color=#9966CC][b]Race[/b][/color] Human, Shapeshifter [color=#9966CC][b]Side in War[/b][/color] Ironbane traitor, Goldenblades [color=#9966CC][b]Appearance/Description[/b][/color] Rosline is 5'4", but full of fire. She is a strategical fighter, with a passion for sarcastic, snarky comebacks or one-liners. She has blonde, shoulder length hair with ocean blue eyes that have green spiraled within. She is a quick runner, faster than most men. With a slim, curvy body. Looks a bit like this: [url=https://www.bing.com/images/search?q=blonde+female+soldier&view=detailv2&&id=8516DF432033B4716C57AB218566108D22F7FE7B&selectedIndex=102&ccid=GlvhbN6Q&simid=608036438070396176&thid=OIP.M1a5be16cde90c1d14caeac9190237eddo2]Appearance[/url] [color=#9966CC][b]Backstory/Bio[/b][/color] As a little kid Rosline lived in Astal with her father and two older brothers. Watching her brothers, she quickly picked up their tricks. By the time she was 10, Rosline joined her brothers in sword fights, wrestling, and rough-housing.Shortly after she hit her teen years Rosline's brothers were drafted into the war, and she was left to ten their land and care for their sick father. During that time Roz had some strange goings on happening about her. She would think of animals and watch as aspects of those animals appeared on her body. Learning to control her abilities, Roz found a witch in the woods behind her home that told her she was a shapeshifter and to never use her ability out in the open. So Roz learned to control it and kept it her [I]"little"[/i] secret. Eventually Rosline herself was drafter into the war on the side of the Ironbanes. Fighting in many battles she learned both Ironbane and Goldenblade tactics, making her a very valuable asset in the war.But her view of the war changed at the Battle of Favorstead. She watched as countless men in her battalion died. And lost hope of winning when a dragon came onto the battlefeild. Instantly she dropped her weapons and surrender, due to her fear of dragons and magic. Seeing a handsome man distracted by the dragon, one of her men stabbed him through the back and then two others, not her men, rushed in to help him; a girl and an archer with a sword. As all the remaining men surrendered, Rosline went with them. She would no longer serve the barbarian Ironbanes. She would pledge her allegiance to the Goldenblades, an him. [color=#9966CC][b]Choice of Weaponry[/b][/color] Dark iron sword with a sapphire jewel embedded on the hilt, Daggers given to her by her brothers [color=#9966CC][b]Garb[/b][/color] Thick, bulky silver and gold armor with blue Ironbane emblems on it. But off the battlefield she wears lighter armor. (Like this, [url=https://www.bing.com/images/search?q=light+armor+female&view=detailv2&&id=51F737167FEEE97C198B5F2E5239CA9CD0E67C48&selectedIndex=148&ccid=KQgjYf4j&simid=607992427539071908&thid=OIP.M29082361fe2333fd57138dcdd8cd01e5o0]Lighter armor[/url]) [color=#9966CC][b]Personality[/b][/color] Rosline is sweet, but very curious, energetic, and a bit clingy. When she finds someone she likes, she gets attached. Even though she is clingy, she is respectful and will mind boundaries. She wishes to please whoever she likes and her superiors. Rosline is very passionate and loving. She also has a passion for fighting and rough-housing with her brothers or close friends. At times it may seem as though she is two people with an alter ego that comes out on the battlefield. She loves the adrenaline that comes with a fight and will sometimes start one for the hell of it with her enemies. Rosline has a habit of getting in over her head with fights, but can fend for herself. When provoked she is prone to violent or angry outbursts, although she is not fond of that side of her. She is strong but small so many don't believe her strength. [/center][/hider] [hr] [hider=Nikolai] [center][color=#FF1493][b]Name[/b][/color] Nikolai [color=FF1493]“The Gorgeous”[/color] Lorgar [color=#FF1493][b]Gender[/b][/color] Male [color=#FF1493][b]Age[/b][/color] 28 [color=#FF1493][b]Race[/b][/color] Human, mage [color=#FF1493][b]Side in War[/b][/color] Neutral, war gets his hands dirty [color=#FF1493][b]Appearance/Description[/b][/color] Nikolai is 6'2" and handsome through every inch. He is a against fighting, due to the fact that he likes to keep himself pristine looking. Appearance is everything to him, even commenting on soldiers' armor or hygiene at times. He has long but trimmed, pulled back, blonde, brown hair with hazel eyes. He has a muscular build and the body of a soldier. Like this: [url=https://www.bing.com/images/search?q=anime+male+sorcerer&view=detailv2&&id=72EA8F9D85F30D57CEB0945B100C0FE1ACD2DD01&selectedIndex=54&ccid=dMB8o0Xr&simid=608015555943141240&thid=OIP.M74c07ca345ebb64ddb95a505b5fa7c07o0]Appearance[/url] [color=#FF1493][b]Backstory/Bio[/b][/color] Nikolai lived in Onyxia for all of his life, leaving on occasion to see new places. As a boy, Nikolai was still all about appearance, staying out of the mud and dirty place. He wasn't like the other boys in Onyxia that loved mud pies and everything messy. Nikolai took up and apprenticeship at a barber shop and learned how to keep himself practically pristine. As he grew older Nikolai made sure to keep up his appearance, as he began to help everyone one else. His mentor grew very ill and had no sons or daughters to give his shop to so told Nikolai to keep it running and gave him the deed to the shop. As he ran the shop he expanded it to be an inn as well. This made him enough money to buy the nicest garb in Onyxia, keeping him satisfied. When the war broke out, soldiers started staying in his inn but his business was starting to fail. The soldiers scared the townspeople so they began to go less and the soldiers barely paid what they owed. Nikolai soon ran out of money to keep up with new garb and slowly ran out of business. Having close to no money at all Nikolai met a traveling mage on his way out of Onyxia. The mage offered to take him under his wing after telling Nikolai he had a source of power within. Having no other options Nikolai accepted and travelled with the mage and learned all he could from the man. After years and Nikolai was fully grown, he returned to Onyxia and the woods around the beautiful city. As he travelled back he saw a curious little elf that sparkled with dragon scales. Captivated by the beauty of them he ran over to her and asked her why he could buy some. Finding out they weren't for sale or any store, he walked away disappointed, until the little elf told him she had some and she would be willing to give them to him with no cost, as a gift instead. He took the gracious gift and thanked her, returning back to his home and embroidering them into his cloak. Wanting more he went back to the forest where he found the she-elf, but she was gone. Though he found a cave and watched as she walked out for a hunt. Staying out of site he watched as she had a confrontation with a solider and followed them to their camp. Every time they went somewhere Nikolai was not far behind, craving more dragon scales and finding out that they came from a pet dragon she had accompany her on her journeys. [color=#FF1493][b]Choice of Weaponry[/b][/color] Silver iron sword with a jewels embedded on the hilt that he doesn't use much, Small dagger strapped to his sword belt, The occasional tavern stool [color=#FF1493][b]Garb[/b][/color] Thick, black cloak with light leather armor. He was given iron forged armor by a soldier passing by after a battle, but wasn't impressed by it so had a smith customize it with his own insignia engraved into the chest plate and embroidered with jewels, even though the jewels weren't his favorite rare ones. [color=#FF1493][b]Personality[/b][/color] He has a passion for sarcastic comebacks and one-liners. He is impartial to physical activity, not liking it but not disliking it either. Nikolai is very curious, energetic, and one men should watch out for. When he finds himself a looker, he can be a bit passionate with his flirting. He is respectful and will mind boundaries, however will be a little pushy if he is drunk. She Nikolai is very passionate, sometimes in a fiery way, and loving. The battlefield is the only thing Nikolai does not exceed in. He can protect himself but he does not favor taking lives. He tries to avoid making enemies, but sometimes his sarcasm gets in the way and he gets himself in a heap of trouble. Nikolai loves himself a drink or five on occasion, however has long sober streaks. When he is drunk he is even more rowdy and tends to go to far around fellow men, meaning it all in good fun.[/center][/hider]