Primalia
'Lia' will do nicely, however.

Undead Elf.

Physically, appears somewhere around early to mid twenties. She cannot comment on her actual age, though 'woke' around seven or eight years ago.

Assassin/Acrobat

-Needles and sewing equipment for 'Keeping it together'. Undead do not exactly heal well, even from minor scrapes.
-Various small knives hidden on her person, used for throwing. Incredibly sharp, and deadly if you get hit with one. With her nimble, dexterous hands and accuracy she can reliably hit someone in the head from quite a distance away even while moving.
-Two large curved Kukri, her main choice of physical combat. Sharp, sturdy, and effective for deflecting blows as well as stabby stabby things.

Lia doesn't remember much about herself - not even her real name. Her first memories are of both pain and terror, smelling some noxious stench, and the sound of dripping water from a rusty pipe. Her second, is of the person who gave her her name. He was her 'father' or 'creator' as he called himself. The person who breathed life back into a corpse with a Runestone of Ressurection. Something he made himself, after many, many years of study and hours of labor. She, was to be the first of many of his creations, as well as a research tool into necromancy and undeath.

Unfortunately for him, he had no actual control over his creation.

Scared, confused, terrified, and perhaps more than a little unhinged, her third memory is of her she brutally murdered the mage in quite the horrific fashion. Having no knowledge of the outside world, herself, or anything else she remained in his lab, clueless as to what she should do or who she even was. Some months passed, and she managed to get a grip, so to speak. She had made herself a small home in the former lab, and was more or less comfortable and passed the time reading the mages old magic tomes and other books.

It was then, a small group of adventurers managed to find their way into the former lab - hearing rumors of not so morally correct research and other things, they were dispatched to take care of this mage. To their surprise, all they were met with was a terrified elf with an odd runestone implanted in her chest. Seeing the mages dead body and how exactly he died, they decided to take the elf with them for a bit of questioning as well as to find out who exactly she was.

For the next year, was about as happy as she ever had been. Understanding both what she was and that she had absolutely no knowledge of the outside world - she could hardly even speak in complete sentences. Plus, the value of the thing keeping her alive was enough for a number of people to want her head. They taught her to read, write, speak, and she learned to defend herself from this small band of adventurers. Unfortunately, greed brings out the worst in people more often than not and a trap and a betrayal later, from a man and former comrade by the name of Alastor, her friends were dead and once again, she was alone. She barely managed to escape from him, losing an arm and taking out one of his eyes in the process.

The next years, were rather hard. Aside from having to find a new arm that looked roughly similar to her old one and sewing it back on, she didn't have much else to go. Alastor would likely still want to get his mitts on her, and that would almost certainly end in death. So she left the adventurers guild, deciding to travel for a time. She bettered her skills, learning to control her body and acrobatics much better, as well as learning how to use magic in a much more proficient fashion.

Unfortunately, she spent most of this time traveling alone. She was betrayed by someone she considered a friend once, and he killed her friends and almost her - all for some stupid stone. So she kept to herself as she traveled, deciding to wear a cloak to hide both her injuries as well as the stone that was keeping her alive. She had to kill more than a few people who were too greedy for their own good, and not sleeping or being able to relax for long periods simply became natural.

Years passed though, and she eventually decided she wanted to settle things with Alastor. Besides, money was scarce and tight, stealing and contract killing could only get one so far before things got out of hand. So she eventually made her way back to the guild. She isn't particularly looking forward to working with others, but if she has too...well, she suppose she might give them another shot.

Atlas

Centaur

32

Bounty Hunter/Archer

- 1 Long Bow
- 1 Quiver with Arrows
- 1 Hunter’s Dagger
- Leather Armor

Atlas had a normal childhood for a young centaur. He was born to a loving mother and father with three younger siblings. They being a unit of a a much smaller herd when compared to The Great Herd, who rule the Great Plains. Ever since he was young it had been the young boy’s dream to become a defender of the herd much like his father served. As such, at a young age his father began teaching him in the art of archery to which Atlas took to immediately. The boy spending any free time he had practicing until he was near a master of the weapon. Life in a nomadic herd traveling from place to place may have been hard at times due to draughts and long winter however, it was a happy one none the less.

However, just as Atlas was beginning his teenage years disaster struck. After one particular long draught a flash flood struck in the dead of the night. The raging waters causing many to be lost to the flood never to be seen again. Atlas as well was swept away by the rapids being torn from his father's grasp. By some miracle Atlas managed to survive, water logged, scared, and bruised the young centaur scrambled his way out of the wreckage and took refuge in the brush that night. When he awoke that next morning, it was clear to him that he was alone. That he was far from his family...his herd. He wasn't even sure if they were still living at that. The only thing he had left to remind him of the life he once had was his father's old long bow.

From then on Atlas has been on his own. He managing to survive on his own using the skills he had been taught as a young boy. As he grew he turned to working a variety of odd jobs mainly helping farmers' in the fields or any other form of hard labor. As time went on Atlas found himself in the Free States using his hunting skills to capture game and sell at the market. However, he is also not shy of doing bounty work either. Figuring he was pretty good at hunting animals so why not people as well?

Ki'Tann

Felinia - Felis Catus (Common Tabby)

29

Spell-Sword

{Self Taught Alteration magic}
-Invisibility spells strong enough to conceal objects, but too weak to hide large bodies, including humans. Making a goblin invisible though? Sounds like fun.
-Close range hallucination spells, capable of completely shattering the weak-minded. If you let him get both of his paws on your temples for more than a second, it's lights out.

{Scholar-Taught Elementalism}
-Control over the elements to varying degrees. Though, to conserve massive amounts of energy, Ki'Tann strays away from fire-slinging and rock-launching, preferring to use his elemental magic to enchant his weapons, hence his title of spell sword. He can imbue materials with low cost enchantments. This of course, isn't limited to weapons.

-A lightweight long-sword made of tempered Steel, lengthier than the average blade. Completely impractical in the hands of somebody with no training using large weapons. Ki'Tann prides himself on the agility he's achieved with nearly 6 feet of steel.
-A crossbow, as well as a rather generous supply of bolts. One handed, accurate, deadly.

Ki'Tann, or Kit as he prefers, lives the hard-knocked life of a rogue Felina, caught between the

Patricia Cole Tetra-Lira

The Dragon Lady

Pulsar Dragon/Human

16

She is 4'8" tall and she weighs 140 pounds. Her hair color is blonde and she has blue eyes and she usually wears her hair in a ponytail or straight it only depends on her mood really. She is a very rare breed of Draconian Humanoid, she has 2 ft and 3-inch rainbow wings growing out of her back and they shine in the bright sunlight like a rainbow. Since she is still purely looked human but with her draconian wings, shows she's a crossbreed. On her right leg, there's a scar that goes from her ankle to her knee caps.

Her clothes, on the other hand, are quite strange and mysterious since they have unknown markings on them from an unknown language of very old ancient Draconic, which is very strange. She wears it proudly, they somewhat look like modified clothes that adventurers wear but not really, since she wears a Cloak made up of her own kind's scales, rainbow draconian scales; it has healing properties since it lessens the injury's pain on her ankle since it literally hurts her magical essence as a whole. This cloak covers her entire body, and it has strange markings on it as well, which is in an unknown language of very old ancient Draconic.

She wears a very significant piece of jewelry around her neck, it symbolizes a lot of things, the primary thing is it allows her to transform into a Pulsar Dragon, it is called a Pulsar Dragon Necklace. She only remembers who gave her this necklace it was her mother. The pulsar dragon itself is very powerful at healing people with its breath attack but it only depends on what the dragon is targeting. The draconian transformation doesn't last too long since it's based on how much mana is in the area, the larger the mana there is the longer it lasts.

Her clothes are basically similar to a peasant in the modern times since her clothes change shape and things but the colors stay the same. She looks like a peasant in most instances since she's covered with that Rainbow Colored Cloak. Her clothes colors are as follows, blue shirt, rainbow colored pants, she wears white colored bras, green panties, and her shoes are bluish gray in color. She is somewhat mysterious since she looks more or less human, just with draconian wings. The Cloak glows blue when the owner of it is intense pain and suffering because of her injury. Her cloak can turn into a normal blackish gray cloak, however, it loses its ability to reduce her pain and suffering from that injury.

Rune Holy Priestess

1. Silver Might Lance - The Silver Might Lance has a specialized ability on it that can heal nearby party members within its magical aura. It is engraved with this on its sword, in an ancient unknown draconian language, which is very hard to translate. You have to know that specific language before you can see the engraving on the lance's wooden part. The lance itself has properties to detect any evil presence in any vicinity of the wielder of this weapon, it usually is in a radius around the wielder by 15 meters. The Silver Might Lance is made up of some unknown material and silver, which some trained experts say since they had to take it from the wielder to identify it but they didn't really get much from the girl who wields it other than it heals. Silver Might Lance covered with runes, gains its inscriptions so the wielder can read them, it says, 'Alteration of One's Alignment' in the same draconian tongue that the wielder can only read.
2. Iron Heart Sword - This weapon is an artifact weapon of a forgotten time, no one knows what it does but it usually keeps the user from screaming in pain since her injury on her leg is pretty bad and it glows a similar color to the cloak she wears, a small hint of blue. It only glows blue because of the pain, its wielder has to deal with on a daily basis. Iron Heart Sword covered with runes, gains its inscriptions from that forgotten time and it awakes from a slumber and starts talking to its wielder, in a female's voice, which is familiar to the wielder. The Inscriptions on the weapon are in an ancient draconian language, which no one has seen before not even the dragons, themselves.
3. Grand Ash Longbow - This longbow was created from an ancient tree in a forgotten time way before now. The tree, however, was called 'Old Ash' or 'Grand Ash' since that's what this bow is called. It has a specialized arrow for healing purposes, called the Maiden's Tears, which is covered in a Healing Runes to heal any person who is injured.

She woke up in an unknown village to her, which was named Helena, after some hero but she woke up in one of the places she was dreading, in a claustrophobic tight space in complete darkness. She was only 14 years old at the time when she woke up at the time. She woke up in someone's basement and it was pretty dark, she screamed for about an hour on the top of her lungs. In til someone walked downstairs to see what the commotion was and he turned on the lights and noticed a 14-year-old girl in his basement with rainbow-colored dragon wings. He was a draconian too but he was a Crossbreed of a Fire Dragon and a Human. He had no idea who this poor girl was. He walked up to her and slapped the poor girl in the face to calm her down that did indeed work to calm her.

Patricia looked at the Draconian that was in front of her and she asked him his name, and he smiled and walked back a bit and bowed down gently. He said his name was 'Fredrick D. Flames,' the local blacksmith in the town but what caught his eye was the girl's weapons they look extremely well crafted, master, crafted or handed down to her as an heirloom weapons. She put her weapons on her cloak, and the sword in its seethe on her belt. Fredrick calmly asked her name and she told him, 'Patricia Cole Tetra-Lira,' and she explained she is a Pulsar Dragon and Human Crossbreed. Fredrick smiled and was utterly in shock about the Pulsar Dragon in front of him since they are rumors to exist and even harder to find one alive, who hasn't died to the Plaguelands. He gently walks the pulsar dragon girl upstairs since she still seems hyperventilating and somewhat shaking at the fact she was in the dark.

Upstairs, she was a lot calmer and sat down on one of Fredrick's furniture and looks at him somewhat confused. Fredrick was in awe of this girl's beauty and will make his friends jealous that he had one of the legendary Pulsar Dragons literally appear in his basement. He tells her all about what's going on and she was somewhat shocked and this is a lot of information to take in. She shakes her head at some of the questions he asked her, like where's she's from and why are you here in that sense. She literally says, she doesn't remember anything about her past. All she can say, she used to be apart of a large family of Pulsar Dragons and Human Crossbreeds all with her last name. Fredrick shrugs his shoulders and she is the first one that has that last name since it is a unique one.

She puts her hand in her hands, and then her shiny draconian necklace shows since it is always around her neck. Fredrick instantly puts two and two together and sees that necklace as the only way for her to turn into a Full blown dragon or otherwise she's stuck as this form, she's in. She nods her head when he says that out loud to her. Fredrick was happy to talk to someone that has amnesia besides only her name, her age and that she's a Pulsar Dragon, Human Crossbreed one of the rarest draconian species out there. She asks him an important question, can she stay here as long as she helps around. He shakes his head yes since he always wants to live with a female before even though she's too young for him.

2 years later, Patricia became a welcome member in the village she appeared in 2 years ago, but she also became a Rune Holy Priest as well and has been quite helpful in the village. The Village still is very jealous of Fredrick for allowing the Pulsar Dragon to stay with him but he's been a kind soul ever since he was young. She was wanting to do something else and help people out wherever she goes. Fredrick told her she always has a home in this village. She walked out of the village trying to find some helpful work at other places, she learned her rune magic from one of the traveling rune practitioners that come to this village to buy some well-suited materials but was enchanted by Patricia's beauty and stayed teaching her everything he knew. However, since she was now walking her cloak was glowing in a blue tint since her injury starts to flare up again but she has nothing to lessen the pain right now and it's pretty much incurable since she got it when she was young.

Adira Yushnik

Human

26

Adventurer / Gunner

She would often simply be categorized under Gunner as she is one of the few who use guns even though she has the capabilities of simply wielding her magic. A gunner is simply that - a being who uses guns as their main weapon. Though it should be noted that gunners are experts of their craft, learning how to manipulate a gun they had never touched before in their life and to use these guns effectively.

Adira, as a human, is capable of wielding magic much like the gnomes which resulted to her learning to imbue elements into her bullets. An adept elementalist who rarely uses it in its raw form. She can make quick money from enchanting other weaponry for other people - a trick she learned with the gnomes.

Adira was born and raised in the Free States. It was always a hub of activity - with all races coming together here to sell, to find someone or to simply mingle with others. Although, of course, the presence of the Mage's guild there did help with attracting aspiring mages there. Her parents had died when she was just five years old, forcing her to the streets and to fend for herself. Of course, the first thing that Adira had decided to do was to try and beg for money. She managed to scrap through life like this, going around and begging for money and sometimes helping out so that she could earn money for food. At night, she would hide under stalls, or anything that could put a roof above her head and sleep there. For some reason or another, she never did resort to stealing. She never knew why, and admittedly, she kind of regretted it.

When she was ten years old, she was found by a bunch of gnomes. She didn't know what they were but they didn't seem to mind. They asked her if she wanted to live with them for a while and she, of course, accepted. They were surprisingly smaller than her, even if she was simply a kid who is also a girl. But when she arrived at their house, it fit her perfectly. She found out a lot about life and learned from the gnomes. Magic was something she learned from them as well. She stayed with them for another ten years, learning what she can from forging to magic manipulation.

Upon reaching twenty years of age, she began taking quests from the guild to travel. The gnomes sent her away with smiles and guns. She met Tenjin and Tenshin through this job. They started travelling together after finding out that they were doing well when fighting together. Thus started their adventures. The feeling of your heart beating against your chest like a rhythmic drum, facing a monster that you hope to exterminate... that feeling was something Adira treasures. It just gives her life a purpose. Seeking the thrill of adventure was something that was true for her.

However, as she reached her twenty fourth year in this world, something went wrong. Tenshin and Tenjin decided to go on an adventure together and left Adira by herself. They wanted to bond as twins after all and Adira respected that. She did easier quests, quests that she can handle by herself. Months passed and they didn't return. She grew worried. One night, someone knocked on her door. She opened to see Tenshin, injured and dying. She tried to help as best she can, calling healers to aid Tenshin but he was doomed to die. He told her of what had happened, how the monster had jumped them while they were sleeping on their way home and how he managed to get out because of Tenjin's sacrifice. Tenshin didn't want to leave Adira wondering what happened to them so he managed to trudge on, holding onto life just by sheer will. So he died on the bed a few hours later.

Adira seemed undeterred in her quest for seeking thrilling adventures, even with the weight of her two friends' death. But she always remembered them by carrying around the wakizashis Tenshin use. She will always remember them and has made it her goal to find the monster and kill it as revenge. Until then, however, she will continue working for the guild. After all, recklessly searching for that monster would only result to her ending up like her two friends. She's also waiting for a group to help her in her quest but she never did post a request for it. She wants to get stronger first.

Azazel

Demon

Appearance looks 20 to 25, true age is unknown

Azazel stands around 6'3" and weighs close in around 290 plbs, his hair is past shoulder length and black mixed with a silvery white. He often has a completely smooth complexion and lightly seemingly tanned skin with a pair of red often glowing eye's, a red tattoo underneath his right eye which glows lightly. His physique is what humans consider extremely fit and muscular. Hidden among his back a pair of strong pitch black dexterous wings which he often keeps hidden beneath his clothing. His body if gleamed is covered in ancient demonic sigils which emanate mostly around his arms, abdomen and chest. The sigils on his body are very crude in nature and look to be burned on very painfully at that.

Azazels clothes are very standout for lack of better terminology and more often then not it does tend to draw attention to himself. His main clothing which is in fact pitch black leather armor that looks like clothing covers the entirety of his body, this black leather if glimpsed is covered in markings which can best be described as some unknown language. His clothing is most definitely unique in its nature especially the large black cloak with red hemming that he wears over his armor. It is quite huge in nature and can conceal him from head to toe. Over top of the cloak and his armor he is wears a demonic chest plate which is comprised of various metal chaining which emanates from his chest and extends to his shoulders taking the shape of skulls. This plate also envelopes the neck and extends like a metal spine down the center of the back and is encrusted in blood red gems in certain places which are not mere decoration but enchanted gems. These stones offer a light form of protection if attacked directly.

These blood red gems will give off a deep red hue when activated and will produce a protective shielding that is powered by aura. This shielding can only be activated by the wearer and can not be seen by human eye, however this shielding is meant for emergency's and therefore is not extremely powerful but more or less a last ditch effort to stop a killing blow.

Demon Knight / Wanderer

The Demon Knight in all respects is a hellish defender that often is trained in the cruelest manner possible and they learn through intense agonizing pain which makes them damn near oblivious to pain. A wearer of light gem encrusted armor they are proficient in the use of bladed weapons and are also lightly trained in the use of fire magic which is merely meant to enhance their bladed weapons. Azazel himself however is a user of blade and telekinesis, self trained for many years now he is proficient in the use of both his blade and his ability to manipulate things with just the movement of his hand. In any case he mostly prefers to use his blade instead of using aura often using his telekinetic powers mostly in defense to stop projectiles.

Demons Wrath - The only real piece of equipment that he carries, Demons Wrath is a sword forged they say in the very fires of hell, taking the shape and form of a steel long blade with many ancient inscriptions on its hilt. The sword itself is sharp to the touch and deadly in a fight.

No one really knows much about the demon Azazel, one might say that he had always existed and others might say he never existed at all, never born but yet always here. Throughout the many years of existence people have often noted a wanderer draped in black his eye's glowing like the flames of hell itself. Where there is conflict you could very well find the demon Azazel, always attracted to bloodshed like a moth to flame. In truth even Azazel does not remember how he came to be in this world, for as long as he could remember from the moment he opened his eye's to this place he was just here and has traveled the lands like a cursed man. Azazel has never had any true purpose within the world and unlike peoples thoughts of demons he has never had a lust for destroying life. Mostly he has just traveled throughout the lands, never stopping in one place for too long and more or less trying to avoid others for most would attack him if they got the chance.