Name: Keheh (Kae-Hah) Lahav

Age: 20

Gender: Female

White Rock/Onyx: White Rock

Appearance:

Personality: Cold and mischievous, growing up alone has led her to see other people as targets and objectives instead of people and friends, maybe this experience can change that...

She can be quite distrusting and manipulative should she choose, finding it easy to act however she sees fit to get closer to her objective, be it innocent, flirty, angry, or aloof. She can fake it 'til she makes it. It's hard to tell who the real Keheh is when she's on a job.

History: Kehah grew up the happy and proud little sister of Zavach Lahav in the village furthest west from the mountains. Her village was almost inside the forest and she used to pretend that she was playing with the Elves as she danced between the trees in her brother's line of sight.

With her father gone before her birth and her mother dying two years after having given her life, Zavach, only 14 at the time, took over caring for the young Kehah and their farm. The small village of barely a dozen people tried to pitch in to help the children when they could; inviting them to a dinner was the most common help, as well as village potlucks every fortnight.

Two years passed and little four year old Kehah would help her big brother tend to the animals, feeding and brushing them until she got tired as he tended to their meager crops. She would have the animals trailing her as she wove in and out of the tree line, laughing and twirling, spreading flower seeds and watching her plants grow as she did.

The light of the village was dimmed 5 years later after Zavach, now 21, went off with the trading caravan attempting to greet and trade with their newly discovered neighbors on the other side of the mountains. News reached their village two weeks later that conflict and attack by the Onyx Empire had cause the violent death of his brother and others in the caravan. Anger and disbelief tore into the 9 and a half year old girl, and that night she packed what she needed, took her animals, and trampled passed her now wilting flowers. She went further than the treeline, and further still; she found a clearing just under a day later, wrapped rope around the surrounding trees to fence the animals in, and set up to sleep.

Running into the Elves was a surprise, and to this day still feels like a dream. If not for the fact that she was still alive, she'd think it never actually happened: Living in isolation wasn't as easy as the girl thought, and soon she and her beloved animals were starving. Death had taken several of them by the time the Elves came across her prone form, passed out from hunger. She woke a day and a half later to the beings taking care of her, and was allowed to stay with them until she regained her strength-a great honor- and gave her tips to survive on her own. Not even two weeks later, she was off again, back to her clearing. All her animals were gone, and her flowers trampled, and she felt as though she'd now truly lost everything. She was grateful to the Elves, however, for saving her life; She wouldn't waste it away by letting herself die just because she was young and alone.

Just as she reached the age of 10, she also reached the town in which she decided to settle for a bit. The local blacksmith, Itzev, let her tinker in his shop, and soon began teaching her how to make weapons, keeping as close an eye on her as her brother did. Her happiness returned and was solidified for the next four years as he taught her how to fight and forge.

Tragedy struck again at the age of 14 when bandits ransacked the town. Itzev stood up to them as she cowered behind one of his anvils. When the bandits realized he wouldn't move, they struck him down in front of everyone, including the stricken teen. They rode off with everyone's riches-though there were little- and with the life of the last person she decided to trust. Grief tore through her, and she grabbed whatever weapons from the shop that she could carry on foot. I was mostly the small daggers and knives he had been training her to fight with, but she grabbed a crossbow as well and strung it across her back. With her weapons lining her small body, she set off in the direction of the bandits, ignoring the townsfolk's wary stares.

She found them in the woods between two towns 2 days later. She got two by surprise with the crossbow before they found her location, and all she can remember next is pain, bruises, blood and broken bones. It all stopped suddenly, and when she opened her eyes there was a new group surrounding her, the bandits dead on the ground. Before she could get a word in, the woman with the Halberd spoke up.

"Our services don't come for free."

"I don't have any money," Tehah had said. "But...if you take me with you, I can train and...and do a mission, then pay you back when I get paid myself." It was a long shot, she knew. So did the others, apparently, because they broke into laughter. All but the one with the Halberd, who eye'd the two bandits with crossbow bolts in their backs.

"Deal."

So they trained Kehah, gave her hardened leather Armour that still allowed maneuverability, and made sure she didn't die on her first mission as a Mercenary. If Talul never asked for the money Kehah owed, well, that's between them.

She was almost 18 when she saw the posters in a town where she'd just finished a mission; Skilled fighters needed. Mercenaries and army men alike. They weren't going to pay her, but Kehah saw a chance to avenge her brother, and she took it, showing up at camp 2 days later and proving herself quickly. 2 years later, she was selected to be part of the convoy entering Castle Grimm.

Why I Fight: "They killed my brother, someone who'd never hurt anyone in his life. I don't care about territories, I don't care about Pride. Hell, I don't even care about money right now; they couldn't ever pay me enough to let them win after what they did. This is vengeance, plain and simple."

Skills: Skilled in CQC, Blades, and stealth. Master of deception and manipulation. Agile and acrobatic- useful in fights.

Other: Though she's trained with a crossbow and a pretty good shot, she always prefers her blades and being up close and personal with the enemy/target as she attacks.

Today, I Entered Castle Grimm.

Name: Rory Murdoch
Age: 22
Gender: Male
White Rock/Onyx: White Rock

Personality: Rory is a peaceful man who enjoys being under the sun and riding on a horse. He has a fierce sense of justice in the world and is protective of those that he views as close to him. He can be serious at times when the need is required but this is rare as he does not like that side of himself.

History: Rory was born into a family of ranchers who managed large herds of cattle across the plains that bordered the deserts to the south of the Dragon Fang Mountains. He grew up traveling across the plains in a very nomadic family unit stopping at cities and villages every once in a while to sell cattle and other wears. This was always a hard time for Rory as he grew up around others that became close friends for him but he did not know how to act around those that were not part of that nomadic group. He learned how to defend himself with weapons at an early age as they had to defend the cattle at times from bands of mercenaries and thieves who were looking for a quick meal.

A few years after the war broke out, Rory finally got to the age where he and a group of his friends could enlist in the Confederacy's army. They were assigned to a independent skirmishing calvary force that was used to probe the desert for passage to the Empire. During this time, Rory distinguished himself as a skilled fighter when engaged in several skirmishes with the Onxy Empire which is the reason why he was chosen to accompany the group that was sent to Castle Grimm.

Why I Fight: Rory has a deep sense of nationalism to serve his country in times of need. He also fights to protect those that he declares are close to him like family and friends.

Skills: Rory has an inherent aptitude for riding horses due to his upbringing as a rancher since he spent a good amount of his life on the back of a horse. Along with the skills of riding a horse, he displays skills with spear on horseback and even on ground that are unmatched to his knowledge. Rory is also competent with a sword though he does lack basic tactical and political thinking.

Quote of the Day: Today, I entered Castle Grimm.

Name: Juliet Issorat
Age: 18
Gender: F
Group: Onyx

Appearance: This retainer stands at 5'6" and possesses a slender build. Issorat has brown hair cut in a short fashion. She has a small nose, thin lips, a few freckles upon her cheeks and light brown eyes. Juliet wears a black linen dress, white stockings, plain black shoes and an apron.

Personality: Her demeanor is serious and focused in nature. Dutiful in work, she detests frivolous activities and idle individuals. Juliet is pleasant to those who are useful in some manner or another, and off-putting to those who are not. Chaotic individuals and situations set her off and Juliet will go about to restore order if the chaos involves her in any meaningful way.

History: Juliet Issorat was born to a tavern-keeper and his wife. Her father was a miner who managed to get enough cash in order to open a small tavern. Juliet's early childhood was spent doing tasks for her parent's tavern. She probably would've not ventured out of the city or tavern if it weren't for a peculiar wandering nobleman who took a shine to her. The adventurer offered a good payment to the parents if they would allow him to take Juliet in to be his newest servant. They accepted the deal and Juliet was now a servant. As she grew and performed tasks for this adventurer, she rose in the servant hierarchy and was assigned with more duties. She even moved between a few others who wished to have her services. Her current master found themselves involved with a particular quest, therefore Juliet Issorat naturally got involved with it as well.

Why I Fight: Juliet is motivated by a rather simple drive of ambition. This ambition drives her to take the steps necessary to secure a position as a high ranking courtier.

Skills: As an attendant of nobility, adventuring and or non-adventurous nobles, Juliet possesses a wide range of domestic skills obtained over the course of service. The most frequently used skills are cooking, drawing baths, sewing alongside mending and altering garments for both male and female, removing clothing stains, and perhaps more importantly making travel arrangements and dealing with financial matters on behalf of the noble. Beyond that she has an extensive collection of bar songs and gossip memorized, is quick to learn physical layouts and knows a smidgen about mining.


Motivational Calendar Quote of the Day: Today, I entered Castle Grimm!

Name: Geoffrey Delshire

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: About 5'8", and rather average in stature. His hair is a mixture of auburn and blonde, swept back and touches the bottom of his neck. He has a young, eager look, with cold, pale blue eyes and his fair share of scars along his body. Along his right arm are tribal tattoos that trace his heritage back to his ancestral residence in the forests far to the west.

White Rock/Onxy Empire: White Rock Confederacy

Personality: Geoffrey has an air about him that often gives off a strange, almost primal animosity, yet when conversing with him, he's quite charismatic and seems almost playful with his speech. Despite this, when it comes to his work as one of the Confederacy's lead tacticians, the air around him chills and stills, thousands of calculations flooding through his brain as he determines the best course of action. So, a good rule of thumb for most of the men that work under him is to avoid him when at work, lest suffer his wrath, or drink merrily with him when he hasn't a map in front of him.

History: Born and raised in his hometown of Delshire, one of the last beacons of civilization in the West before the impenatrable forests begin, Geoffrey often ran rampant in the woods in his youth, his entire upbringing based upon his village's ancient traditions of the Wild Growth and Wood Spirits. Before his youth had come to a close, a proclamation had come to Delshire, demanding representatives from the village to report to the nearest city for the miltary draft. Geoffrey left alongside friends he had grown up beside, hoping to make a name for himself. After only a short time in the force, his superiors quickly recognized him for his extraordinary skills in planning and tracking, as well as his knowledge of strategy. And in only a few months, Geoffrey of Delshire boosted through the ranks and was placed alongside men who had worked their whole lives to be where they were.

Why I fight: When the news of the call to arms had touched his ears, Geoffrey's instincts kicked in - not only the thought of fame, but of exploring the world beyond his village gave him plenty of reason to leave his home. Geoffrey doesn't have any particular feelings toward the Onxyians, but they are his superiors' enemies, so he is willing to fight against them.

Skills: Beyond exceptional strategic capabilities, which got him the position of tactician, Geoffrey is also rather skilled with using the sword, and dangerous when it comes to hand-to-hand combat. Despite his average stature, his time growing up amidst the woodlands and other boisterous boys, he had to learn how to fend for himself, and can best near any man in a brawl.

Name: Craggard (No Surname)

Age: 34

Gender: Male

White Rock/Onyx: Onyx

Appearance: Short and heavy, Craggard could command an audience on his outlandish appearance alone. Craggard is filthy, filthy rich, and he loves nothing more than putting his wealth on full display. He often dresses in extravagant furs and long, billowing coats with a worrying amount of chains and necklaces weighing him down so he constantly slouches. His skin is quite pale, almost ivory colored and his eyes are half-lidded and gleaming with mischief. His snow white hair extends halfway down his neck and is slicked back with unidentified animal fat. The smell is absolutely wretched.

Personality: Despite his apparent social status, Craggard’s brash and obnoxious nature exposes his humble origins. He tends to be incredibly greedy and snatches up anything valuable he can get his hands on. He’s also quite persuasive. If he can’t convince you to do something, he can certainly pressure you into it. He’s a gifted and charismatic haggler as well, and will always prefer to talk his way out of something rather than use combat.He is generally well-liked by his workers, mainly because he’s generous to his workers and is remarkably lenient- perhaps a little too lenient, especially when it comes to their safety. He tends to come off as callous and merciless towards his workers in dangerous situations. A hypocritical attitude to have for sure, since he’s a big coward himself.

History: Craggard seems to be quite defensive, almost ashamed, about his past before his job at the mines. What is evident is that he was raised in the slums. He learned to hate the way he lived, and his desire for money and power only grew. As soon as he was old enough, he hightailed it out of his home and made a name for himself- first as a buffoonish nobody, then as a kiss-ass assistant to the foreman, until he found himself head of one of Onyx’s finest mines- Echo Quarry Mineshafts.

Why I Fight: Money, Power, and unlimited access to the Grimm bathhouse!

Skills: Craggard has never been a warrior- most of his strengths lie in his ability to negotiate and befriend people he may find useful. While loud-mouthed and crude, he’s also very friendly and social, and more likely to dominate a conversation. His physical advantages are few, but his reflexes are quick. Craggard picks up quickly on small details and will react quickly when he thinks he’s in danger. In a pinch, he might be able to throw a solid punch, mostly due to the rings on his fingers.