Name: Fozzie
Age: Over 500
Gender: M
Race: Golem
Height: 8'0 ft
Appearance:

Weapon of choice: Clawed Gauntlets/Fist
Occupation: Freelance Hire
Lore: 71665 was one of the last golems created for the "Great War", and was a loyal fighter. After the war had ended, the king had given a royal family ownership of 71665, who didn't even have a name, just a number. For hundreds of years, 71665 served the royal family, being whatever they needed at the time. After serving this family, one of the children had started to think of 71665 as a friend, not slave. She named him Fozzie, because of the stories he told her, based around what 71665 used to believe his life was before he was a golem. When she took control of the families wealth, she freed Fozzie, so that he could try to find his old life. He didn't want to leave, but her final order for him was "to go and be happy". He left that day, and returned many years later when he had heard an elderly woman, his old friend, was ill and not long for this world. He was able to say his goodbyes, and her children, surprised that the great hero Fozzie was real, asked him to stay for her funeral, and told him that he was always welcomed in their own, as he was considered family. Once the Nightmare had awaken, and opened a way to the Dream, Fozzie had decided to go and try to become a god, hoping that it could help him find information of his old life.
Extra Info: Has 71665 "tattooed" on both shoulders.

Name: Asra
Age: 20
Gender: M
Race: Demigod (of the God of Secrets) and a Human
Height: 6' 0"
Appearance:

Weapon of choice: Magic
Occupation: Dancer/Entertainer of a traveling caravan
Lore:
Asra was brought up by a single mother, and never told of his birth out of the shame that a noblewoman such as she would dally in the company of a God, unfaithfully. As the birthmark had sat on his neck, so is where she'd hurt him, in a wicked attempt to absolve herself of her crime. She was later accused by her husband, when she tried to kill the boy in a river when the nobleman found her. Before she died, Asra spoke of her secret, and left the scene, officially emancipated of all parentage.
Asra took interest in the world of the carnival, and found himself on the wagon of a friendly crew of carnies. Their faith, in their line of work and the worship of the unnatural, was based around the God of Secrets, and his association with the unknown, alienated, and cataphysical. Asra had an affinity for secrets, and as soon as he became a mage-dancer for his affinity with knowledge and mana, he just as well adopted the title as a medium, set backstage for private insurers. He'd fall into a trance, sometimes even sleep, but his body would whisper their secrets, some they had yet to know.
It was there he heard it procured from his own mouth, about the Arkanshire Dream, and its next manifestation. And when he told the caravan of his intentions, they worked their way around so that they'd be in the right place, at the right time. Unknown as to who his real father is, he walked toward the Dream with purpose. His dark secret gods of worship at his back, and a bag full of secrets, he only has his life to lose, and that may prove to break his invincible demeanor more than the pain of death ever could.
Extra Info:
-Orientation is homosexual, however, not very sexual. Desperate for love, and has never had anything of the like.
-Spiritual, but ultimately heretical, his secret ideas of gods usually being an idealized self. He prays to himself to ask if he can push himself just a little harder, in an attempt to be better. This is a psychological subconscious idea as a result of his upbringing.
-Seeks the Arkanshire Dream to know if anyone else hears his prayers, and why some go unanswered. Also possibly because his career as a dancer has run its course.
-Extremely emotional until the subject of family is brought up.
-Actively struggles with depression.

Name: Kaja
Age: 43 (around 21 in human years)
Gender: Female
Race: Demigod
Height: 5'7"

Appearance:


Weapon of choice: A gladius made of tempered obsidian, and a one-handed crossbow attached to her right hand.
Occupation: Apprentice of an inventor in Arkanshire

Lore:
Skurja was known amongst the ranks of the Valkyries to be one of their most skilled and ruthless warriors. When she finally came to them with news that she had chosen a human male from Arkanshire to lay with her so that she may bear child, expectation arose for the child to be as brilliant a warrior as her mother. In a way, Kaja did not disappoint.

Speed and pure strength were not Kaja's greatest abilities. In fact, her skills on those matters were average, and the other Valkyries her age could easily win over her in races and contests of strength. Despite it, Kaja had only ever fallen in combat once, and that had been against one of the older Valkyries. Questions arose as to how someone with combat skills that could be comparable to an average human soldier could sustain herself in battle against some of the best Valkyries, and it was quickly answered by the observant and tactical minds in their fray. Luck seemed to favour Kaja, and it became apparent when her blows would strike fatal areas and attacks that could have destroyed her missed by mere centimeters. Once, an aged but still reliable pillar had fallen in front of her took a fatal blow meant for her heart.

Talk came about that perhaps Kaja was favoured by the Goddess of Luck, but Skurja quickly squashed that rumour before it could grow. It was a widely known fact that out of all the gods and goddesses in the pantheon, Skurja loathed the Goddess of Luck the most. As such, it was understandable that Skurja would not want to associate her one and only child with the goddess. In the safety of her room, locked from the prying eyes of the other Valkyries, Skurja mourns a love lost and the true other parent of Kaja, the Goddess of Luck herself.

Despite Kaja's luck, Skurja was still doubtful about Kaja's combat skills. She didn't want to have her child pushed into the brunt of battle, and so when Kaja reached the age of maturity, Skurja sent her to Arkanshire... to her father, Din Ironwood.

Din was known around the capital to be an inventor favoured by the Queen for his machinations, but he was regarded by the common folk with open disdain. Most of his inventions failed to work as he had described and more often resulted in a concentrated explosion. Still, the Queen kept him around the capital in hopes that one day, he'd be able to create an invention so wonderful that it could advance Arkanshire farther than they could ever imagine.

When Kaja joined him in his home filled with gears and steam, he knew that things would change and he was correct. Kaja's luck was even more prominent as she aided her father in bringing to existence what his mind crafted. Kaja and serendipity seemed to walk hand-in-hand, and in the five months she'd lived with Din, they had already created three inventions that worked as imagined. In fact, the one-handed crossbow Kaja wields is one that she'd created herself with a bit of steel and wood, and plenty of luck.

Perhaps the only unlucky moment in Kaja's life was when the Nightmare awoken and she stumbled by accident into the land of Arkanshire Dream. It seemed as though Kaja's good luck had ran dry... or had it?

Extra Info:
- Her armour.
- She has a birthmark that resembles a four-leaf clover on her right wrist, barely visible under her crossbow.
- She can use any weapon with ease, but prefers using a sword and her crossbow.
- Din invented a bolt for Kaja's crossbow that would explode upon contact. Currently, she only has five of them, but could make more if needed.
- Kaja doesn't have any interests in men, and would vehemently deny that her eyes had wandered in the presence of women on more than one occassion.
- Kaja has a horrible sweet tooth and a low tolerance for alcohol.