Name : William Mortalitas
Race : Dark Human
Gender : Female
Age ( 18 - 24 ) : 21
Appearance ( picture / description if no picture is found ) :
Eye color : Blue
Height : 1.89 m
Predisposition to Non-Magi : William is different from the normal Dark Humans when it comes to his feelings. He is more open in accepting the Non-Magi as friends even if they don't.
Spells : Death Touch - Once the spell is cast everyone the user touches will slowly loose life force.
Porahas - A small spell that when cast upon someone will make that someone believe that they are full of sores that sting him for a few minutes.
History ( all the Magi are sent to the Citadel since they are born so here you should write stuff like...how he/she likes the place ( even if it's a prison ) or things like this ) : William was born in a village that now was swallowed by the Wasteland. His parents gave him away as fast as they could when the magical talent was revealed in him. As all the Magi he never knew anything else about the world outside the walls. When he was chosen to study magic he was very happy even if it would probably mean that he would die faster because of that. He likes the Citadel even it's a prison , he understood that what the Magi of the past did was not all right and it was good that people rebelled against them but he cannot stop thinking about the fact that because of some idiots , all the Magi are punished.

Personality : Overly friendly even tho' his race if known not to particularly to like any other than themselves.

Notes ( things purely for story ) : He has a small tattoo on his nape in the form of a withered rose. A symbol of his family.

Name : Aelar Starseeker
Race : Half elf(Human father)
Gender : Male
Age: 22
Appearance: Aelar is neither exceptionally tall nor muscular at the height of 1.9 meters (about 6’ 2”) and the weight of 90kg (about 200lbs.). He has short relatively unkempt black hair crowning his head. A square jaw and prominent nose are quickly noticed, but are even more quickly ignored on seeing his unusual silver-gray irises. His elvish blood is noticeable in his pointed ears. He inherited his tan skin from his father.
Fur Color ( only if Kil'garen ) :
Eye color : Silver-Gray
Height : 6' 2"
Predisposition to Non-Magi : He views Non-Magi as he does any Magi. His views are determined on a case by case basis as he knows not all Non-Magi are bad and that not all Magi are good.
Spells ( be creative here and remember that a race may only learn magic from only one Magic school ) ( 2 simple spells and 1 complex ( you need to have a good reason to know this spell and not be sent to the Death Row ) ) : Rejuvenate - a basic life spell that helps the target heal while also helping reduce fatigue. This is the first spell he was allowed to learn as his job was to be a medic in case of someone getting injured. His second spell Nature Sense allows him to enhance his senses using plant and animals within a short radius, this spell was allowed because he convinced the guards it would help him when giving treatment. However he used this spell to observe some of the guards training with weapons,primarily swords( many of the people he treated were guards who were injured while training which is how he was able to be near the training field).
History ( all the Magi are sent to the Citadel since they are born so here you should write stuff like...how he/she likes the place ( even if it's a prison ) or things like this ) : Aelar finds the Citadel to be a cage seeing his magic abilities to be both a blessing and a curse. He has always wanted to see the outside world and yearns for adventure. He read any and all books he was allowed to, so that he could learn more. He would watch the guards training and would secretly practice on his own with anything he could get his hands on. He was very careful about his secret training but he was still eventually caught. When the guards found him he had been practicing sword skills they recognized this and he was immediately sentenced to death row which is where he is as the story begins.
Personality: Aelar is outgoing, and will even try to make friends with those who do not like him or have wronged him. However he is not naive as he has had quite a bit of experience with people, mostly the guards and other magi of course. He is straightforward but not tactless; he knows some things shouldn’t be said. He is extremely loyal to his allies and vicious towards those who threaten them.
Notes ( things purely for story ) :

Name: James Blackwall
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:

Eye color : Dark Red
Height: 6ft 2in

Skills:
General:

• Hunting/Tracking
• Athletics/Free-running
• Traps (inc. ropes)

Combat:

• Sword fighting (Specialised in Dual Wielding)
• Archery/Marksmanship

History: Trained since he was old enough to hold a sword, James is a veteran soldier and skilled warrior despite his young age. Orphaned at a young age, he was taken in by a retired instructor for the Empire's most elite soldiers, a group of Holy Templars known as the Shadow Blades, where he was taught the skills of a Shadow Blade, choosing to specialise in the use of dual swords. He enlisted as a soldier for the Empire at age 16, where he was deployed to quell various uprisings and such, eventually reaching the rank of Grand Templar. He came to fall in love with a young mage woman and saw mages in a more sympathetic light, until she was struck down by more soldiers. This pushed James closer and closer to the breaking point, where he finally rebelled when he was ordered to slaughter a village of mage sympathisers, stealing his first enchanted weapon and going on the run. He has had several run-ins with the Empire since, stealing more enchanted equipment as he travelled until he was finally arrested. He avoided execution because of his long record within the military and in return for his freedom (if you could call it that), he was forced to surrender half of his enchanted equipment and was placed under strict watch as an instructor in the Citadel, banned from interacting with the Magi imprisoned there.

Predisposition to the Magi: He sees Mages as an oppressed people that deserve to be given the same rights and respect as non-mages. His lover was a mage, until she was killed for an unjustified reason that she 'might' have been a threat, and he doesn't want that to happen to anyone else.

Personality: Hard and professional, James has been raised with a disciplined lifestyle which is reflected in his outward personality, but he also has a softer, kinder side that shows when he is relaxed and amongst friends. Having left the military, he is more easy-going and has a witty, sarcastic side to him as well. Those that know him would describe him as a 'roguish hero'.
Notes: He has illegally collected four pieces of enchanted equipment thus far:

• Mage-Breaker:His main sword, a Long-sword enchanted with magic cancels out and destroys other magic, the anti-magic looks like teal and black flames wrapping around the blade.
• Iron-light: Long-sword enchanted with magic flames, useful for burning enemies or starting campfires.
• Arc-stone: A powerful lightning stone inlaid into the elbow of his left gauntlet, allowing him to shoot lightning from his left hand. Continuous use can cause magical feedback which can cause him injury.
• Ward of Light: another magic stone inlaid into the palm of his gauntlet, although he can't identify which type, that allows him to cast a protective shield in front of himself. Can ward off low-level spells and regular physical attacks, but high-level magic with shatter the shield and the backlash will stun him for a short time.

After his arrest, however, he was forced to give up Iron-light and the Ward of Light as part of his work-freedom deal. He does not know were they are being kept. His second sword is replaced by a finely made but un-enchanted long-sword, and his ranged power is replaced by a longbow unless it's for training purposes.

Name : Gun'Tar Mala'korai
Race : Gargantu
Gender : Male
Age ( 18 - 30 ) : ( Garganuans live something like 300 years so an adult Gargantu is somewhere between 100 - 200 ) 187 years old
Appearance ( picture / description if no picture is found ) :
Eye color : Grey
Height : 2.75 m
Skills :

• Battle Skills :
• Hammer Fighting
• Resistant body
• Life Skills :
• Can eat almost anything

History : Gun'Tar was different from his kind. He was born smart ( in comparison to his race ) but without any magical talent for that reason , he was thrown out of his tribe and was found by some Dark Humans ( before the war , they were normal humans ). He was raised to be a helper at the farm. Carrying any heavy stuff and tending the fields , he was a living plowing machine. When the war started and everyone was conscripted in the army , he was used as a battering ram against the Magi's Strongholds. He became a soldier and was the first Gargantu that was promoted to the rank of Sergent , leading his own squad. Gun'Tar killed many Magi and when the Citadel was built he was one of it's first guardians. He was promoted to the rank of Templar at first and after a he , on his own , stopped a big prison revolt was promoted to the rank of Grand Templar. He is now the oldest Grand Templar in existence.

Predisposition to the Magi : Gun'Tar doesn't like the Magi. He may not hate them but he isn't liking them either , he was alive before the war and from what his adoptive parents told him...the Magi deserved their face. Plus , seeing first hand the horrors of the Magi War , he knows that Magi can become a powerful adversary if left unchecked.

Personality : Gun'Tar is a born soldier. He shows respect to those that can fight and doesn't show respect to those that cannot. He strongly believes that life is a war itself and in a war...you have to know how to fight. If you don't fight , you die. He is a loyal soldier , strongly believing in the Empire ideology.

Notes : His body is covered in scars and burns that never healed.
He also is missing a finger from his left hand.

Name : Darius Montgomery
Race : Human
Gender : Male
Age ( 18 - 30 ) : 21
Appearance:

Fur Color ( only if Kil'garen ) :
Eye color : Brown
Height : 6'2
Skills ( Sword fighting , archery , cooking etc ) ( maximum 3 ( life skills ( cooking etc ) ) and maximum 2 weapon skills ) : Archery, Knife throwing. inventing, repairing, first aid.
History ( you have to write a reason why he/she is serving at the Citadel ( only those with decorations or from rich families are sent there ) ) : Darius is an assassin, and a very infamous one at that. He is known throughout the land as never missing his target, and never needing a second chance. Also he has never bene caught, so no one knows what he looks like. People have given him the alias, The Shadow, because he moves silently and discreetly. You know when the Shadow has made his move because he leaves a small calling card. He leaves a small card with his targets name x'ed out in red. Darius is in the Citadel because of a contract, and was able to get into the Citadel through his Employers connections.
Predisposition to the Magi ( he/she may hate the Magi with all his/hers being or he may take a pity on them and be friendly ) : Darius does not care about anything.
Personality : Darius is calm, cool, and collected. He thinks before he says anything and he cares not for the lives he takes.
Notes ( things purely for story ) :

Name: Elyra
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Age 22

Appearance

Fur Color: NA
Eye color: blue
Height: 5'4" 102lbs
Skills: archery, slingshot, cooking, healing/knows what heals in nature can sing like an angel
History: Elyra is the child of very rich parents and is serving at the citadel at her father's request She has grown up very educated in all things nature and is expert in many areas of use such as archery and medicine. She is an only child since her brother was killed, and is said to have the voice of an angel. She rarely sings for anyone other than her family.
Predisposition to the Magi: Friendly
Personality: calm, kind, loving, nurturer, honest
Notes: loves animals, nature and music, and hates war

Name : Maren, Princess of the Navarr clan
Race : elf
Gender : female
Age : 20
Appearance
Fur Color : n/a
Eye color : hazel
Height : 5'6"
Skills: Cooking, Sewing and Art Fighting with a staff and proficient in archery
History: She is the daughter of the Elf king of the Navarr clan.
Predisposition to the Magi: is neutral and shows no favor one way or the other
Personality : She is very independent and shows little fear. Loyalty to family is her thing. She and Elyra are close.
Notes :

Name : Razer Brunt
Race :Kil'garen
Gender :Male
Age :24
Appearance (I can find a picture if necessary, I only avoided because of the permissions required. I would have to ask their permission to use the picture and them give them credit thereafter. Its easier to just write up a description and have no picture.):A tiger that stands on two legs and has the green eyes. His fur looks just like that of a tiger with the orange and white fur with black stripes.
Razer weighs in at two hundred pounds, but his body is fit, showing off that he regularly excercises. His height is about 6'0".
Fur Color ( only if Kil'garen ) :Orange and white with black stripes.
Eye color :Green.
Height :6'0".
Skills:Navigation, Counting, Swimming.
Weapon Skills: He's best at the Quarterstaff (a thick 6' long metal pole).

His other weapon skill is dual wielding two swords and each sword has a 2' long blade.
History: (Saying this now, I will be throwing in a couple of names of places and stuff that I just made up.)

(Extra note: Let me know how much I have to change in the history as I know I am probably stepping on your toes, and I'd rather not do that.)

In the south east of Mal'Gar, there is a city called Vorilo. The place is a hubub of trade and craftsmanship. The Kil'garen were very happy as they had care-free lives, since the 'money making skills' in town were passed down from parents to children, generation to generation.

The community looked after each other. No one was abused. The ruling family made sure that everyone lived in harmony. This family's name were the Brunts and they are a royal family. They've been royalty ever since Razer's great, great, great, great, (about 10 more greats) grandfather defeated a vicious monster and saved the Kil'Garen species from extinction. That battle took place several hundred years ago.

Sadly things currently have taken a turn for the worse, and its been this way for a while. Vorilo is no longer a carefree place as the Empire has strict dominion over them. And as much as the Kil'garen do not like the Empire, they also know that if they resist they will be crushed under the Empire's mighty foot.

This was the case ever since the Empire won the war against the Magi, 100 years ago.

Now the Brunt's family's heir, is Razer, a young tigerish Kil'garen. He's been raised with care by his parents. Shown the ways of governance by his father at nightfall, and learning about how to get around the city and even swimming from his mother during daylight.

One thing was made clear by them, "Always give the Empire what they want. If they say go on your knees, you go on your knees and kiss their boots." His parent's words still ringing in his head from their constant lectures.

Occasionally Razer was able to slip away with an excuse to either his father or his mother, in order to get away from it all. He would cover his face and wear drabby clothes just so he could be an 'normal Kil'Garen' not 'Sir Prince Razer Brunt', and just have friendly conversation with others who didn't have royalty tied around their necks like he did.

When he was close to full grown, Razer's parents threw him into combat training. "You have got to learn to fight, boy, or you will end up on the end of a sword one day. That's the world we live in.", his father explained after Razer asked the no-no question ,'Why?'

So he spent quite a few years training daily with many different weapons, but the only ones he excelled at were swords and the quarterstaff. He even bested Vorillo's Guard Captain, defeating him in a one on one duel and the captain was recognized as the best swords man around.

One day, during one of the Empire's visits, a large group of disciplined soldiers led by a very scary looking warrior, came to get Razer and took him away back to the Citadel. They didn't give a reason why to his parents, despite their demanding to know.

Only after Razer asked for the tenth time, did the scary looking warrior gruffly say, "I haven't been told, but to me its pretty obvious, your a good fighter. Also is it not better to be at the Citadel than a dead threat to the Empire?" Razer nodded in agreement.

Once at the Citadel Razer was given the option to serve the Citadel or be executed. Not surprisingly, he chose to serve.





Predisposition to the Magi:Razer is indifferent to the Magi, they are strangers to him as Razer has never even met a single Magi.
Personality :
Despite being royalty, Razer is far from aloof. He is friendly enough and willing to greet others despite what they look like.

He is also honest. He will refuse to lie even to spare someone's feelings. Razer's motto is, "Let the Truth be known", although there are rare exceptions, like if saying the truth will get him killed, then obviously he isn't stupid enough to do that.

He is also very attentive, that is to the point of stopping to listen at doors and walls, just to see if something is going on at the other side.

He does have alot of pride though and if someone insults him or his family, Razer has a tendency to become enraged.
Notes ( things purely for story ) : I don't have any of these. I'm sorry.

Name: Romarod Vakgar

Race: Gargantu

Gender: Male

Age: 19 (90-95 in human years)

Appearance:


Eye color : Gray

Height : 2.79 m (about 9'2")

Predisposition to Non-Magi: He's a bit cautious and a little untrusting of non-magi for the fact of knowing their treatment towards magi but he's willing to try and understand them more and befriend them if they are willing to reciprocate the feeling back to him.

Spells:
~Force palm: Nearly like buddhist palm, the user let's loose a invisible force wave that could push/knock back an object or person. it can double the strength if used with two hands but can exhaust faster.
~Kinetic acceleration: Self using spell to speed up the user in a propulsive action to assist with his strength. This spell tends to burn whatever nutriences he has so he needs to have eaten enough to use it more than once.

History: Romarod was born after the war ended but while Citadel was being built. Since youth, all he knew was the dark but knew that he was not like the other Gargantu he's been exposed to. He had for the most part lived quietly but wondering what it would be like to be free. There have been times he received vicious speech towards him and often wondered why take it out on him even though he had nothing to do with the war? If he was to someday leave his cell, he would show that not all Magi are bad people. Romarod was not a full-fledged combatant but a part of him felt those violent insticts that coursed through his veins like that of his own people. Even though he's lived in a dark, magic dampening cell for pretty much his whole life, at least he was able to eat and have something to daydream about in this so called lively place.

Personality: He's a bit quiet and soft spoken. He's a very curious individual, not having much contact with others. Despite his towering size and looks, he's quite gentle until pushed to be vicious and that's only if he's pushed to that point. Being that he don't trust Non-Magi, he's a bit bashful and cautious but will eventually warm up to someone if they treat him kindly.

Notes ( things purely for story ) :

Name : Thainar Teasen'rretyn(Elvish surname meaning trackers of the heavens translated to the common tongue as Starseeker*hint* *hint*)
Race : Half-elf
Gender : Male
Age: 20
Appearance ( picture / description if no picture is found ) :
Fur Color ( only if Kil'garen ) :
Eye color : Cool gray
Height : 5' 11'
Skills: Smithing, Animal taming, weapon modification
Battle Skills: Fighting with personally modified weapon, Hand to hand proficiency
History ( you have to write a reason why he/she is serving at the Citadel ( only those with decorations or from rich families are sent there ) ) : Thainar has a interesting position in his clan. His mother is the daughter of the clan head and his father was a human noble who married into the family as he was supposed to be the next head. However his parents gave birth to a mage, because of the clans loyalty to the Empire and the fact that they made many of the weapons used by the Templar they weren't killed. Still giving birth to a mage is considered a curse and they lost their position of heirs to the clan as well as becoming shunned by most of their relatives. Thainar was born 2 yrs after all this happened and was raised as all clan males are they are trained in smithing and combat at a young age, he was a prodigy in smithing and by age 15 was considered one of the best smiths in the clan. This allowed him to be more accepted in his clan causing those who shunned him before to look at him separate from his birth. At age 18 he was taken by the Templar to be trained further as well as to be one of the people who made the bases of enchanted weapons, he made the weapons before they were enchanted. It was then that he created his own personal weapon, a large shield with sharpened edges. The shield splits down the middle when he releases the lock holding it together, it then becomes two blades held like.
Predisposition to the Magi ( he/she may hate the Magi with all his/hers being or he may take a pity on them and be friendly ) : He determines his views on each Magi individually as he doesn't believe all of them are bad even though that is what he has thrown at him by the Empire.
Personality : He is friendly to those friendly to him but he doesn't go out of his way to make friends.
Notes ( things purely for story ) : Is Aelar's brother though neither of them are aware of this.

Name : Malcolm
Race : human? (Half dark human)
Gender : Male
Age: 20
Appearance ( picture / description if no picture is found ) :

Malcolm has tan skin and is of medium build.
He has a rather different accent and is unknown how he even picked up an accent.
He has some odd striping of grey on his skin.
Eye color : Bright green. (Glows when using abilities)
Height : 6 foot 3
Predisposition to Non-Magi : neutral. Believes anyone can have a good side
Spells ( be creative here and remember that a race may only learn magic from only one Magic school ) ( 2 simple spells and 1 complex ( you need to have a good reason to know this spell and not be sent to the Death Row ) ) :
He is of the life and death
Healing: he can heal wounds fairly well, but any wounds he heals he takes into himself
Vampirism: drains the life force of an individual (think Vader force choke) and gains energy. He can use this to heal himself.

History ( all the Magi are sent to the Citadel since they are born so here you should write stuff like...how he/she likes the place ( even if it's a prison ) or things like this ) :
Malcolm does not know who his parents are, which sometimes bothers him, but he's come to terms with it, he only knows the cell that he lives in and the library when he can study there. He loves the library finding incredible amounts of enjoyment for the words contained on the paper. What he finds odd is that he can see just fine in the dark now.
He does not know that he is half dark human, but that doesn't really matter to him considering the world of darkness that is all he knows. He has kept himself fit by exercising regularly. Doing exercises that work in the small space. He has figured out how to sleep standing up so as not to freeze on the cold floor. He makes himself as unimportant as possible to try to prevent any ideas of killing him.

Notes ( things purely for story ) :
He would prefer to not fight using force only when necessary. He is a large bookworm and is very good at reading fast and picking up all the knowledge.

Name : Salem
Race :Kil'garen
Gender :Male
Age:19
Appearance ( picture / description if no picture is found ) :
Salem has large ears with a more sleek appearance. His entire form is black making his eyes stand out in the darkness.
He can be bipedal or walk on all fours.
He has paw like hands with retractable white claws that when he has put stand out against his fur.
He tends to wear a purple collar like chocker with a silver moon pendent.
Fur Color ( only if Kil'garen ) :Midnight Black
Eye color : bright green
Height : 6 foot
Predisposition to Non-Magi : dislikes
Spells ( be creative here and remember that a race may only learn magic from only one Magic school ) ( 2 simple spells and 1 complex ( you need to have a good reason to know this spell and not be sent to the Death Row ) ) :
Salem is of the elemental school
Flame: Salem can control small amounts of flames. Usually the less hot versions and usually only the same size as a lighter.
Wind: can create a small breeze to a strong wind. Cannot create tornadoes
Lightning: can create balls of lightning or shoot lightning from his paws/hands. (He acts like he cannot.) (he was able to learn this when there were thoughts of using him as a weapon of sorts. He learned how to and quickly pretended that he could not. Knowing full well that he wouldn't do well as a weapon for the non magi.)

History ( all the Magi are sent to the Citadel since they are born so here you should write stuff like...how he/she likes the place ( even if it's a prison ) or things like this ) :
Salem wishes he knew his family. He constantly wonders what they think of him or what happened to them. He despises his small cell and is ecstatic every time he is let out. Of the magi Salem and Malcolm are some of the calmest most complient there. This allows for them both to be practically ignored.
Salem makes sure to exercise...keeping himself sleek with lean muscle but still able to do damage.
Occasionally, he is chained and muzzled while some people file down his claws. At first he would struggle, but now he has accepted this.
With his fur he is able to sleep on the cold floor just fine...often curled into a ball with his fluffy tail touching his nose.
Even though he is now often ignored, he is still treated worse then normal due to his race.

Personality : sarcastic
Notes ( things purely for story ) :
Salem dislikes the non magi but doesn't fill out despise them. He's more quiet around the regulars and acts mute.

Fears the non-magi. Being one of the victims of a death blow, she has enough reason to shy away and be wary of them. However, her current position in the Citadel almost always put her in constant contact with them.

Enhanced Healing: She is capable of healing complex wounds in the expense of her own life energy. She functions as the healer in all of the missions she is sent to and is often weak hence the need for a bodyguard.

Memory Manipulation: an ability she was forced by the Empire to learn. By order of the Empire, she uses this ability against the rebels. She either wipes off their memories to incapacitate them or completely brainwashing them into serving the Empire. This is the same ability the Empire used on her to alter her own memories.

Spell Negation and Power Translocation Ring: Grants her the ability to negate spells casted in her general vicinity and transforms them into regenerating power for herself and others. The ring was given to her with the sole purpose of tracking mages who were able to escape the Citadel, making her best suited to enter areas armed with debilitating spells.

Elise was born to the Firebrooks, a prominent family in the Citadel. Her mother, knowing from birth that she was a mage, immediately gave her up to the Empire. The Empire, seeing as how they can train a child to be loyal to them took her in and educated her. To avoid giving her undue attachments to her original family, she was given the surname Shadewater. She was given a more comfortable 'lodging' as compared to the other mages locked up in their prisons in the form of a rickety bed and a bit more rations of food, but she was still a prisoner through and through, going only where and doing only what the Empire allows her to.

During the time she was allowed to study in the library, she met a young soldier, named James Blackwell. He treated her differently from the people in the Empire. To him, she felt normal and wanted. And so, eventually she found herself in love with him. However, on her 19th year, an increase in her powers manifested itself. A young boy that was studying in the library with her had been severely wounded by one of the soldiers. In an attempt to save him, she had thrown herself in the way of the blow that would have ended his life. The sword had cleaved through her shoulder but she had reached out and grabbed hold of the soldier’s ankle, immediately draining him of energy and automatically healing herself. The other soldiers who had witnessed the manifestation of her powers immediately struck her down. As she fell, the last thing she saw was James. He watched her die. He didn’t make a move to help. And at that moment, she felt betrayed.

But the energy remaining in her body did not let her succumb to death. As soon as she was brought to the Citadel for burning, she had woken up. And because of it, she was brought to the Empire’s leaders and was promptly deposited in the hands of the Citadel’s scientists and innovators, where she was subjected to all kinds of torture and experimentation.

This was the memory she was given. Her real life story, however, lies in the mind of only one man: James Blackwell.

“Her name was Athelia Westward. I hadn’t been a Holy Paladin for long at the time, and I was deployed to a village suspected to be harbouring a mage. The intel was…off. Turns out, it was a trap. One thing lead to the next and before I knew it, I was disarmed and at the mercy of a very irate mage. I thought I was dead, until that mage’s daughter convinced him to spare my life…that I could change. I guess it worked. We got closer, and I tried to keep it a secret for as long as I could. But life wouldn't have it. A year later, she and her family were exposed by Empire spies. By the time I got back to her village, everyone was dead and I had to bury everything I had come to love.” – as recounted by James Blackwell.

Several years later, she stands as one of a member of the Empire's special army, built to do as commanded. As the Empire's forerunner, subduing mages and rebels were as easy as taking a leisurely walk in a flower field. She had been sent to several missions, all ending in resounding successes.

What made her turn against her own kind remains unknown.

Name:Lady.Rhaenyes Rahareon

Race:Human

Gender:Female

Age:28

Appearance:

Fur Color:N/A

Eye color:Coal black

Height:6'0

Skills:Sword fighter, singer, hunter

Predisposition to the Magi:Rhaenyes has no opinion about the magi as a whole, having been helped and hurt by them same as non-magi.

Personality:Rhaenyes was always a skilled learner of the blade killing her first man in an actual battle at fifteen while observing with her lord father, her guard struck down by the knight she ended up besting; cutting his head clean from his body with a dueling broadsword. Since then her father brought the greatest knights and most skilled warriors from around the world to hone her skills, their House being quite wealthy as their land contained large gold and iron mines. This has lead Rhaenyes to often be snarky and overconfident in herself, her determination admirable along with her skills and great beauty; which has often resulted in many people disliking her in the past.

Notes:
-Mithril dueling longsword, 3'4 and 2" across

-Fine steel parrying dagger

-Steel mail and plate

-Padded gambeson

Name : Isolde Palewood
Race : Human
Gender : Female
Age: 18
Appearance:

Eye color : Green
Height : 5'9
Skills: Painting, Writing, Dress-Making, Double Katanas, Bow and Arrows
History: The Palewoods are a noble, wealthy family of the Empire. Their eldest daughter, Isolde, serves at the Citadel, an honorable position. Isolde spent her childhood being pampered by her family and servants. She loved to paint, write, and make dresses as a young girl. She would often design her own dresses, wearing them about her mansion. Her paintings were hung up around the castle and she would admire them while walking past. She was trained in multiple weapon styles when she became 14 but liked her double katanas and bow and arrows more than the others. She trained with them for about 4 years before she came to serving at the Citadel.
Predisposition to the Magi: Isolde was raised to believe that Magi were the scourge of the Empire, so she really dislikes them.
Personality: Isolde is the kind of girl you wouldn't expect. Tough and unyielding, she seems impenetrable, just as you would expect from a girl serving in such a strong position. She often intimidates others with her presence alone, despite her size. She tries her best to show no weakness, though her shield of toughness is just that, a shell to shield her inner self from harm. If she trusts you enough to put down her barricades, you will be revealed to a young, quirky, kind woman capable of doing anything she puts her mind to. However, Isolde can be unknowingly rude to anyone, even close friends. She doesn't even regard it as rude, so when someone takes it the wrong way she is shocked. She has tried her best to resolve this issue but nothing has worked. She is also very vain, caring much for the way she looks, the way her hair is parted, down to every little detail. She is obsessed with cleanliness, to the point of where she could be called OCD. She likes everything symmetrical, and she will notice if anything is out of place. She keeps her room meticulously organized, her bed always made, and never anything on the floors. Everything about her has to be polished and perfect at all times or she'll go mad.

Name: Adrian Ashford
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance:
Adrian dresses in light, non-restrictive clothing, favoring bright colors. His blonde hair hangs down to his ears on the sides, but he keeps it cut shorter in front, so that it barely hits the tops of his blue eyes.
Height: 6'2"
Skills: Sword and Shield Combat - Advanced, Hand-to-Hand Combat - Intermediate, Tracking - Beginner, Camping - Intermediate, Small-Unit Tactics - Master
History: Adrian isn't a master bladesman or a high-ranking Templar from an influential family. No, he's at the Citadel because he earned the posting with something more valuable than swordplay; intelligence. Even if the organization pretty much runs on nepotism, a pattern of success like Adrian's draws notice. With his almost uncanny ability to form plans on the fly, any mission that included him was at least going to have most of the team come home. There were losses, there were failures, but the young Templar would remain collected in the face of peril and make sure to make the most out of his and his troops' abilities and their situation.

Eventually, he was appointed to the Citadel guard for his ability to coordinate small-unit tactics on the fly; his skill was deemed more important to have should the Magi somehow stage a prison break than it was out in the field. The promotion was an honor, but also a hard stop to his advancement, and Adrian saw it for what it was. He couldn't earn any more advancement here; the chances of a Magi rebellion were somewhere around the same as the sky turning pure neon pink and the sun learning to tap-dance. It was a political move, but a good one; the "honor" had taken up all of the influence he'd gained over his time in the Templar forces, and he had no family influence to fall back on, so here he is, stuck guarding the most secure prison there is, rather than out there actually doing something.

Honestly, if it weren't for the explosives, this would be a great assignment for him.
Predisposition to the Magi: He mostly regards them with wariness rather than any sort of contempt; he doesn't like the idea of someone killing him with their mind.
Personality: Adrian is a dedicated individual, loyal to the Templar order, but not out of any sense of fanaticism. Rather, he's loyal to what the Templars represent; a governing body that can protect its populace from dangers. He does count Magi as a danger, because they have powers that most non-Magi can scarcely comprehend, but he doesn't hate them blindly. He tries to maintain a calm attitude in all things, so the most he works up to with something as common, relatively speaking, as a Magi is a wary respect for their abilities. His ability to maintain a calm demeanor and his intuitive grasp of how individuals react to outside forces are what gives him his gift for tactics.
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