Name: Artyom Barkov
Appearance:


Age:25
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Personality: Brash, somewhat arrogant and (if he believes himself to be right) rather headstrong, Artyom is not a man who backs down easily. His career as a professional mercenary as also left him as something of a 'Moral Void', having committed several jobs over the years that others might considered horrible without feeling a twinge of guilt; He manages to do this because he views himself as little more then a tool akin to an axe. After all, an axe doesn't care if it is chopping into wood, the skull of a wolf or the ribcage of a enemy, only that its wielder cleans it and ensures that it is in good condition.

He also believes that actions taken to help others should be done in as discrete a fashion as possible, both for the sake of the pride of those that are being helped and because if someone is making a big deal out of being charitable to others, they aren't doing it to actually help them.

Starting Classes: Mercenary

Bio:
Artyom was born in the nation of Rjaskav in a rather poor, downtrodden village who's glory days were long passed with when the local silver mine ran dry. Opportunities to eat a steady meal were few and far between and as soon as Artyom was old enough to be considered a man when he turned thirteen he was given what his family could spare before being booted at the door to fend for himself so that his younger brothers and sisters could have more to eat.

With no future in his birth village, Artyom traveled towards the nearest city and by chance signed up with a mercenary band that was recruiting there. For over a decade he happily served with the Sunset Axe Company, occasionally fighting a battle with Solvnir but more often then not being employed to handle... more local disputes.

The onset of the Abyss was something of a short boon for the Sunset Axe company; They were able to make a killing protecting the wealthy from the onset of nightmarish horrors that came from the darkness at first, but after one battle went horribly wrong most of the company died and it was quickly decided that now was a good as time as any to retire with as much of their loot as they could. Fleeing towards New Capita, Artyom found himself without... well, anything to do. Granted he still had enough money to keep himself going for a while before that became a problem, but sooner or later he was going to have to address that.

Name: Markus Grey
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Markus Grey considers himself a smart man, who has an thirst for knowledge. He is a charming individual who loves learning, and socializing with other people, to make up for lost time. He also loves to cook and predict the future with his tarot cards he stole from a corpse. He treats most people he meets with respect, however that is quickly lost upon a slight. He isn't very lucky and when he isn't with his wyvern, he's not very strong or happy.
Starting Class: Wyvern Rider
Starting Equipment: Iron Axe, Vulenary, Ladle
Bio: Markus Grey grew up on Airi Island, born into one of the many criminal groups dotted among the landmass. He wasn't very strong, and he wasn't determined to hurt others for a living. As such, he was shunned, and beat. Eventually he was thrown into a prison, where he stayed for several years, with minimal human contact, except the woman who brought him his meager rations. A rival group invaded the camp, and slew many of the members of Markus' clan. When they stumbled upon Markus, they welcomed him into their arms, and Markus was given a much more happy living. However, still not being strong, and suffering from muscle atrophy from being locked in a cell, they gave him a wyvern. He bonded with the wyvern, and she served as a vessel for his will, where his body couldn't take him. Eventually, the leader of the clan was murdered, and the group went their own separate ways. Markus stumbled around on the Island for a few more years, trying to find a purpose for his life, straying from group to group with his wyvern. Eventually he decided to go New Capita with his wyvern. After hijacking a ship with his wyvern, he demanded transport to the island to find a purpose for his life, finding a job as a chef, and a side job as a fortune teller for people with too much time on their hands. This worked even better for his wyvern, who got to eat all of the scraps. But eventually Markus' mind strayed again, and he found himself often staring into the distance searching for the thrill of combat.

Name: Rosalia Flos
Appearance:



Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Personality: Although she is a highly warm-hearted and maternal individual, this is not made immediately obvious due to her soft-spoken persona. Rosalia is often described by others as a wallflower; she makes no effort to stand out, but rather than let this bother her, she takes comfort in the fact that she does not constantly have eyes on her. She carries herself with quiet confidence and addresses others in a polite manner, remaining respectful even when conversing with the foulest of people. Despite taking her role as a knight very seriously, she takes care not to let her sense of morality skew too far into the black or white.

When with close company, Rosalia manages to loosen up and smiles more, revealing the fact that she's not quite as boring and proper as she initially makes herself seem. On the contrary, she has a bad habit of acting like a nagging mother or elder sister, and her sense of propriety goes out of the window: if your shirt is untucked, nothing--not even your social status or gender--will stop her from shoving her hand an inch down the waistband of your pants to tuck it in for you.

Starting Classes: Pegasus Knight

Bio: Originally hailing from Solvnir, Rosalia was born and raised as the eldest child of a noble household. While she was always content to uphold the duties and appearance as expected of her, her only other sibling, a younger sister named Anise, was far more rebellious. Although close, the two sisters had drastically different outlooks on life--Rosalia easily resigned herself to the tethers of her birthright, while Anise had more grandiose dreams of freedom and adventure.

(WIP~)

Name: Nicholas "Nick" (this character lacks a last name)

Appearance: While he's usually in his fox form, when he's actually in his human form (which he hasn't actually done, yet), he looks like a rather scrawny, pale, somewhat tall man. His orange hair seems to match his fox form's fur, and he has brown eyes. He typically wears whatever happens to be convenient at the time, often wearing dull-colored peasant clothes when forced into his human form. Like others of his kind, he still has his ears and tail while in human form.

Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Personality: Nick is usually friendly, curious about things, and more than eager to try new things. He's also a bit too talkative for something that's supposed to be good at hiding. Ever since a certain event (detailed in the Bio section), he's had a hatred of horses, and ever since another event, he's harbored a strong disliking of wolves, not to mention people who turn into them. Nick also despises almost all vegetables, though he doesn't mind most fruit for some reason... he will, however, eat any meat, no matter how raw, even if he's in his human form, which can be dangerous for him.

Starting Class: Kitsune
Starting equipment: Beaststone, Vulnerary, Bamboo Pole
Bio: Nick was born into a rather isolated den, with few members outside of his immediate family, and fewer still interaction with humans. In fact, he's only heard them in name, and passed them off as a sort of fairy tale, something that's not real, like magic, or forest fairies. Regardless of this, he and the rest of his kin still learned what they called the 'language of humans', which Nick had to laugh at, since, again, he thought they weren't real. Once, after his lessons, and during play time, he and his sister Hannah were throwing around a bamboo pole, and, after a few rounds, Nick caught it, and a strange, armored thing riding on a horse ran by. He thought nothing of it, at first, and at first, he was more disappointed that he couldn't catch up to the thing to eat it... but then he tried to throw the stick to his sister... and she didn't catch it, ever. Nick walked over to her, only to see her dead, her pelt taken, and some sort of weird, pointy stick through her head.

He returned home with the bamboo pole, which they were using as a stick, as well as some mental scars... he thought horses were cowards, always running away whenever they saw a snake, or a moving bush, or even a kitsune, but that one... that one was out for blood, his sister's blood. He almost couldn't believe it, and the shock of his sister dying made him silent for the next five years. His parents and other siblings tried their best to cheer him up, to get Nick to speak, once more, but for five years, their attempts failed. He even refused to stray from his den, even during playtime. A few of his siblings, his mother, and his father all gave up long before he said his first words after that, and those words were "The horses will pay," this was bittersweet to his family, on one hand, Nick was speaking, again, but on the other, he just swore vengeance against an entire species.

From that day forward, he vowed to take revenge by killing any horses he saw, and, just his luck, it seemed like he had a knack for knowing where to attack them, and he's had quite a bit of success in hunting the cowardly things, though, he never saw one with another armored... thing on it, ever again. After finally speaking again, he tried to describe it to his mother and father, but they seemed to call that thing a 'human'... but that didn't make sense, those things were only in stories, like dragons and flying horses, right? A few years passed, and misfortune struck his family once more, as wolves, or something that looked somewhat like a wolf, at least to Nick found their den, and destroyed everything in sight, managing to kill Nick's big brother, and poor Nick wasn't fast or strong enough to stop the strange almost wolflike creatures, so he and the rest of his family did the only thing they could... they ran, like cowards. At first, it almost seemed like Nick was going to do the same thing he did with the horse and the thing, that is, fall silent for years, and then declare that he would make the species extinct, but, once he got far enough away from them, he simply asked "Those things are our enemy right?" to which, his family nodded, and he responded to their nod with a simple "Good,"

Nick has been wandering around in New Capita ever since that incident, and, even after having explored a decent chunk of the place, things still manage to surprise him... such as these strange, giant wooden things in the water, and dens for unknown creatures made of stone and wood. He didn't know what to call a place that had that many dens, but, he just had to get closer, right? Whatever these things held had to be interesting, just based on the design... and worst come to worst, he'd just face off against one of those weird wolf things, again, and have to run away if they're too strong, right? Nothing bad could possibly happen if he tried to enter one of these dens... right?