Nyx

Basic Information

Full Name: She goes only by Nyx, having abandoned her surname upon her infliction
Age: 40
Gender: Female
Birth Date: 13/07
Race: Lycan
Alignment: Neutral, but her behaviors lean towards Revenant

Appearance

Hair Colour: Light red, close to orange (fur is lighter, more like a grey)
Eye Colour: Greyish-green
Face Shape: Round
Skin Tone: Tanned
Height: 5 foot 8, 178 cm (lycan height 6 ft 2, 189 cm)
Weight: 185 lbs, 84 kg (lycan weight 210 lbs, 95 kg)
Body Type: Muscular, but not bulky
Natural Markings: Nope
Scar(s): She has many older scars on her arms and back from her early days of a soldier, and there's the scar from the bite that turned her on her thigh
Tattoo(s): She has a sword and shield tattooed on her right shoulder blade

Personality

3 Words: Cold, driven, non-sympathetic.
Like(s): Having a purpose; reaching a goal; being respected for her prestige as a humani; the occassional chance to just relax after accomplishing a goal
Dislike(s): Being a lycan; the sort of thrill she gets from killing now that she is one; a certain bloody pathed elf that lead her to this fate

Want(s): She either wants to be freed from this curse or to find a place she can belong as what she is now; not just a place that can use her for what she is but will actually accept her.
Fear(s): That she becomes forever the wolf and cannot return to her humani side.

Favourite...

Colour(s): The green hue that clean sea water gets
Time of Day: Midday
Food: Even without her lycan tendacies she loves a good cut of meat
Animal: She doesn't like a particular breed of beast, but one horse in particular- her war horse, Winter's Ghost (no, she didn't name him)
Place in Terra: She tends to stay closer to Wellborough for jobs, but spends a fair amount of time at the graveyard, mourning the loss of her comrades

Skills and Attributes

Skills

Special ablilty/ies: Uhh, I don't think so??
Good at...: Though her skill tends to lie with a blade, she is an exceptional seamstress and is also very skilled in leather crafts- hence how she made her lycan form its own leather based armor. She is also very good at holding her alcohol.
Bad at...: Caring about other people's problems. She tends to tune people out once they start spewing out their life's story or just walks off altogether. She's also bad at poker.

Traits

Good Habit(s): Keeps her items, weapons, and horse maintained, always measures a situation before inserting herself into it
Bad Habit(s): Not listening to people when she's come up with a plan, blaming herself for the loss of her men

History

The Past

Nyx was born in Wellborough and had a fairly trouble-free childhood. Her father did odd jobs and sometimes took up bounties to make ends meet, and her mother made clothes as well. But it was boring. Nyx would often play with the neighborhood kids with sticks, pretending to be fighting, to be soldiers. As she got older, the game became a desire. She would not live her life idly like her mother. She had grown up learning the craft, and learning how to work with leathers from her father, but making things wasn't satisfying. She wanted to get out of this village and do something meaningful.
In her late teens, she acted on that desire. She and those friends took up being a small troupe, taking on seemingly more difficult jobs that would take them away from the protection of the town and into the woods around them, going as far as they could. They gained a reputation- a good one. They were skilled fighters and Nyx was an unrelenting force of nature with a sword. But all the glory would come crashing down on her head- her ego would be her undoing. They were on their way back to the village, to collect their bounty for a hard job done, when a young elf woman came out of the trees, covered in blood.
When their eyes made contact, the woman began to suddenly beg them for help, beg them to come help her friends, they were being attacked by monsters. No one stopped to think about any of the oddities of the situation. Nyx said that they would help her, and her friends thought of how they'd be called heroes for doing so. They charged into the situation without knowing what they were even getting into.They followed her deep into the woods when suddenly they couldn't see her anymore. They dismounted their horses to make sure they hadn't trampled her or left her behind. Her men began dropping one by one, blood showering on their horses, even their horses getting cut down, their squeals of pain echoing in the woods. Nyx started to mount Ghost, in an attempt to flee the terror they had gotten into when a thick blade, like a butcher's knife, dug into her shoulder and she hit the ground. She yelled at her horse to run as the elf woman turned on the beast. She just laughed and looked down at Nyx, saying something about how she'd let her go, let her contemplate the foolishness of her actions- she'd had enough fun anyways. She left after removing her blade from Nyx's arm, laughing as she went into the woods.
Nyx didn't sit still. She got back to her feet, looking for something on her friend's fallen horses to mend her shoulder, swearing and apologizing to their corpses all the while. Just as she took up one of their swords in her left hand- not her strong hand- she heard a growling surrounding her. She turned to face the beasts as they came from the woods and she put up a fight but not before one sunk its fangs into her leg. She didn't beat them, and she shouldn't have outrun them. But it seemed that elf was not the only one who wantd to enjoy watching her suffer...

The Present

Nyx got her revenge against those wolves that had turned her into what she was- she felt no sense of camaraderie with the beasts, only hatred that they would condemn her to this fate. She hunted them down and used a mix of her own abilities and the curse that they'd inflicted on her. She got the corpses of her friends before anything could happen to them and had them buried in the graveyard- their memories did not need to be tarnished with something changing them after death. It was there that Ghost reappeared to her as if he had been waiting for her there. He did not seem afraid her regardless of what she was.
She created a leather-based armor for her lycan self so that she would not be so easily injured by the basics, which she keeps on Ghost's saddle. She has resumed her position of a sellsword, taking oddjobs as she sees fit, though she plans to murder a certain elf if she can ever find her. She wants to make her pay for everything that happened that day- she didn't care why, nothing justified it, she just wanted to tear her apart.

Corra Lerouge

Basic Information

Full Name: Corra Lerouge
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Birth Date: 14/08
Race: Fire elemental
Alignment: Neutral

Appearance

Hair Colour: Auburn
Eye Colour: Red, like a brick
Face Shape: Semi-heart shaped, more pointed though
Skin Tone: Fair
Height: 5 foot 5, 168 cm
Weight: 145 lbs, 66 kg
Body Type: Petite
Natural Markings: Nope
Scar(s): No
Tattoo(s): She has a flaming heart on the left side of her chest

Personality

3 Words: Passionate, hot head, impulsive
Like(s): Getting her way, meeting "not stupid dwarves", making an extra flame here or there
Dislike(s): Being told no, being surrounded by dwarves, rain

Want(s): She currently doesn't have one, aside from getting out in the world, but she's open to anything
Fear(s): Being forever trapped Volkungthad and having no real purpose in life

Favourite...

Colour(s): Red and black
Time of Day: Daytime
Food: Sweets
Animal: Lizards
Place in Terra: Anywhere other than Volkungthad

Skills and Attributes

Skills

Special ablilty/ies: Well because of Analise, the whole body flame thing is kind of taken, but she can create forms with the flames, and sometimes even manages to make a sentient flame to do something for her.
Good at...: Making an impression, convincing people what she wants is what they want (through the sheer power of they'll give it to her to shut her up), smelting weapons and armor
Bad at...: Behaving, keeping her flames under control when she's angry

Traits

Good Habit(s): Keeping her word
Bad Habit(s): Her hair will turn to flames when she gets mad, even if she's trying to keep a straight face

History

The Past

Corra has spent her thirty years in relatively the same way. For the first decade, as a child, she did not question anything. She followed the rules and expectations of her betters, learning crafts that put her fire to use. She learned how to direct her fire to heat blade and metals that they crafted in the forges and she herself learned to use the hammer well- though that would be in the midst of her second decade of her life. However, it was during that time that she began to realize that there was more to life than what she knew.
She had no grandiose ideas of what to expect in the world, not expectations of it in general. She just wanted to see it, to learn of its ways. What lie outside Volkungthad? But when she began to question and to ask about it, her elders shot her down and told her she was not mature enough to handle what lie outside their world, and she should be grateful for what she had. The more she pressed, the more they oppressed, until finally she had enough. She was not going to spend another day by a forge and surrounded by foul smelling and foul mouthed dwarves. She grabbed the basics and during the night started out of Volkungthad, following the signs to pretty anywhere else.
She hasn't found a place she wants to call home yet, and has still been wandering since she left Volkungthad. She's aware she's been lucky, she's heard the stories of those who have not been so much. She doesn't necessarily wish to experience everything that they had, but she disliked the fact she just sort of existed. She's done a few jobs here and there, worked at a forge or two when desperate, but she knows that's not what she wants. She wants to do something to shake the possibility of being called naive and make some sort of impact on the world, but she has no idea where to even begin.

The Present

Corra finds herself on the way to Wellborough, she's heard good things about the place, but she's only interested in a place to sleep for a few nights while she figures out where to go next. She's heard about many of her kind that join some group called the Revenant once they leave Volkungthad, but she's not met anyone yet. She's also heard of the Nephilim, but they sound like the elders she kinda hates so that does not sound like anything she's interested in.
For now, she's still searching for her purpose. She is trying not to get desperate for fear that her desperateness will lead her into a career she has no desire to be a part of. She is desperate though, feeling like she is wasting her time, wasting her life away wandering with no purpose. It's true she's learned a lot of the world, learned a lot about the things that people experience, both positive and negative. But she is still vying for the chance to experience it herself.

Alistair Hemshaw

Basic Information

Full Name: Alistair Hemshaw
Age: 90
Gender: Male
Birth Date: 03/03
Race: Water Elemental
Alignment: Neutral

Appearance

Hair Colour: Greenish-white
Eye Colour: Green
Face Shape: Semi-round, not quite pointed
Skin Tone: Pale
Height: 6 ft, 183 cm
Weight: 170 lbs, 77 kg
Body Type: He's a little more on the slender side and not very muscular
Natural Markings: A weird jagged birthmark, a blue birthmark, on his left side
Scar(s): No
Tattoo(s): No

Personality

3 Words: Inquistive, Confident, Adventurer
Like(s): The chance to show off (What little he knows), the chance to learn more magic, getting to learn anything new at all
Dislike(s): When he fails at magic, the fact he's incapable of truly excelling more than he has

Want(s): To become capable of the same level of magic as other elementals
Fear(s): That he's reached the peak of his abilities

Favourite...

Colour(s): Deep blue
Time of Day: Midnight
Food: Poultry
Animal: Fish
Place in Terra: Norione Village

Skills and Attributes

Skills

Special ablilty/ies: He can turn water into ice and morph the shape of the ice. Typically he only uses it in defense, as he can quickly thicken the layers with more and more ice.
Good at...: Taking criticism, continuing to try at something regardless of failures, defense
Bad at...: Offense, seeing his errors right away

Traits

Good Habit(s):Practice, practice, practice
Bad Habit(s): Never being satisfied with what he's achieved

History

The Past

Alistair was born in Norione village, or somewhere between there and the Lake, but basically there. He grew up with the residents there, the fae, and the other elementals, but he never quite fit in with them. He wouldn't let it hold him down though. It didn't get him anywhere as a child saying "woe is me" so he gave up that approach and decided he would try the opposite. He would take up practicing what water magic that he could. He learned quickly the more complex magics were lost to him, so he focused on what he could do rather than what he couldn't. He could do the basics, move water, summon it from the ground or through cracks in a wall, but water itself wasn't very good for offense with him. It led to some of the more self-important elementals reminding him how far down the food chain he was.
His constant view on life as he got older was that he couldn't focus on what was holding him down, or on what he couldn't change. He couldn't change his natural abilities, but he could hone what he had. He studied and studied what was available until he learned the art of ice, something that only really manifested for him when he used it to defend against the same bullies that had hurt him before. It frustrated them that his shield was nearly impenetrable. They were neaderthals at this point, so he let them beat on his shield until they wore themselves out.
He decided to remove himself from a place where he just wasn't getting along until those idiots matured enough to let their bias go. He would definitely return home one day though as he loved Norione and the Lake. He would use this as an opportunity to seek out a well known ice mage he'd heard rumors about. He just wondered if the man would even hear him out as he was neutral in this Nephilim/Revenant mess, and he wasn't sure if he was even allowed to change that. But he would seek out answers nonetheless.

The Present

For the past week, Alistair has been in Wellborough village, and he's been studying what he can on the Nephilim, as he wants to approach the renowned Kaezira of the North. He wants to make sure that when he finally approaches him that he has at least a shot of getting his attention. Not that he'll be entirely upset if he ignores him, it's not his life goal, but it would be a tremendous step in the right direction for him if he could get his help. He's not even sure if the man takes students, but it can't hurt to ask right?
If not, then his only hope would be to seek out some lesser known mage and hope they have even a modicum of Kaezira's skill. He could always just experiment until he figured something out, but that seemed detrimental to progress and a waste of time. He had a bit of money saved up so he's not had to seek out work thus far, but he's done simple things here and there that he was capable of, making himself feel rather confident in his abilities that he was actually earning his work and not getting pity pay from people back home.