Name: Ian "The Silver Fox" Torgovanne
Age: 26
Race: Human
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Bio: Starting life among the poor, Ian wound up as one of the many street urchin pickpockets. He managed to avoid being killed or jailed long enough and went from a common alley rat to being passable as a professional thief. His usual targets were merchants and wealthier common folk but he gained something of a name for himself when he first went after the treasure of a noble family. It was a flight of fancy really, him having seen the item on what he assumed was just another merchant but had actually been a minor noble. This item was a small silver carving of a fox and he stole in from the luggage of the noble's carriage as it passed through town, effectively taking it from right under that noble's nose. Emboldened by that he started going after the Nobility more often, for it he gained a lot more notoriety and gained the moniker The Silver Fox.

While his first real heist might've only succeeded based on luck, he has undoubtedly developed his skills since then, even picking up elvish over time from his dealings with them. For his skill, however, he still did not go near the castle, the Royal guard was a cut above most noble's hirelings and combined with the heavy security a castle already gives it was a deathtrap for thieves, and yet that would soon change. While not normally involved in politics, as it didn't really matter who ruled in his lifestyle, he was still drawn to the princess and respected her involvement with the commenfolk, so when news of her imprisonment spread, as such information passes rapidly in the underground, he got what most thieves would call "a fit of stupid" and decided he was going to try and free her.

Name: Wledic Gan-ceruan
Age: 47
Race: Human
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Bio: Captain of The Valstand Royal guard. Wledic isn't so much loyal to the king himself as he is to the throne.

Name: Avadodren Ichen Onem (the -ch in Ichen is pronounced as a hard, guttural hiss)

Age: Appears somewhere near his mid-thirties to early forties.

Race: Avadodren, or Avad, as he is known to very close friends, is 100% bonafide human.

Looks: No matter how exceptional I truly am, all that is seen is my exterior. By that standard, I was born average, and will die average. Av is exceedingly typical looking. He is of typical height, somewhere between 5'10" and 6', and average weight for his slightly slender build. He has a messy head of brown hair and a pair of gooey, dark-brown eyes. His skin is pale and fair, a few freckles smattering his brow and the bridge of his nose, to his eternal chagrin. He wears his uniform as a High Battlemage, a long, flowing robe of pale ivory white and embroidered with ash-gray and flaming red in elaborate flame patterns. His honorable stars are worn on his shoulder. He nearly always carries his spellbook with him. It is a massive tome, bound in dark gray leather and bound with ragged, long-used, gilt pages. He has a bit of a theatrical flair about him; often, he will twitch a finger and use a tightly controlled gust of wind to flip the pages instead of being a regular person and using his fingers in a more mundane fashion. Put it all together and you have a medium-tall, medium-light, brown-on-brown-on-pale person, eyes glimmering with deep intelligence, with a flamboyant nature and an incredibly sharp mind.

Bio: Avadodren Ichen Onem was born Avad Onem into a Valstand noble family of middling influence and wealth. Though he wanted for little in his childhood, he certainly had none of the absurd wealth of some of the higher families. He was trained in the standard noble pursuits; swordsmanship, riding, court manners. Then, at one particularly uninteresting party, he experienced a cataclysmic magic surge. As many such events go, there was much flash. There was, however, far more danger at Avad's magic surge than most. Several nobles were permanently injured, and his father, Veddys, was killed. Avad, desperate to escape the cloying guilt that ate at him, decided to find a noble death: a battlefield mage, torn apart either by the power of his own spellcraft or by whatever might be faced at the moment.
Through some cruel joke of fate, he lived through every campaign, and indeed, through many years, began to creep little-by-little up the ranks. Eventually, his desire for a good death fled, replaced by a savage desire to ascend to the highest echelon of magic: an Archmage. He took the name of the greatest Archmage in the history of Valstand: Odren. He appended it to his own, calling his determination for all to see: I will be an Archmage. Along the road, he took an honorific as well: at the battle of Ichen, he distinguished himself by saving over a thousand men with a well-timed fog cloud to obscure the enemy's lines of sight. Thus, 'Of Ichen's Glory' became his military title. He internalized it, turning it into a name as he fully took it for himself, becoming nigh-obsessed with his rise to glorious power, burying the memory of his past and determined to make his late father proud.
Over time, that motivation faded. He was no longer a child, and became able to look back without regret. His meteoric rise through the military steadied off as his frenzied energy petered away, and he settled into the life if a professional High Battlemage. While he still aspires to the Archmage's mantle, he longer pursues is feverishly. He's a close confidant of the king, and is able to see the good buried beneath the tyranny. He firmly believes the king has the best interests of his subjects at heart, and will support him in nearly endeavor.

Other: In departure from his typicality, Av is an exceedingly skilled mage specializing in storm magic. In particular, he has a talent for nimbomancy, or the control of clouds. He has a lesser talent for direct combat with his magic--although the lightning bolts and lashing rain ensure that he's no slouch there, either--but rather, when engaging, is far more adept at tactics and strategy. His fog and cloud control allow him to craft expert illusions and massive concealment and for one of his age, he has a near-encyclopaedic knowledge of military strategy, born both of natural aptitude and of enormous amounts of study. As a side of effect of his long military experience, he is able to remain unbelievably calm under pressure.

Name: Vert Kopfless

Age: 50 (Looks much younger)

Race: Dullahan

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Bio: Vert was born into a family of proud Dullahans, all of them had taken the rolls of knights to a kingdom of outcasts, those who were deemed too strange to be a part of any other kingdom. This kingdom is also known to many as the Kingdom of Monsters. However they often hide themselves and their kingdom has yet to be found.
As a Dullahan Vert was actually born with her head on her body, however as a sort of coming of age ceremony amongs dullahans her head was separated from her body at the age of 12. At the age of 16 she made her first kill in the form of a bandit that was trying to rob her and her family on a trip to the kingdom from their home. After her first kill Vert was able to obtain the weapon that most Dullahans often wielded, a spine. This spine is able to elongate into a whip and also straighten up enough to be used as a bludgeoning weapon.
In her most recent years Vert has been traveling with her trusty steed, a horse she has named Steve. (Vert is terrible at naming things). She has been on a search for adventure and to identify any possible enemies to her kingdom.

Name: Alvina Itnos
Age: 24
Race: Human
Looks: Average height, slim build. Blue eyes, bright pink hair in a pixie cut. Soft features, but she almost always has a determined expression on her face.
Bio: Alvina is painfully ordinary. Even as one of the few female squires in Valstand, she is decidedly average. She does everything she can to stand out--studying day and night, having a mage friend dye her hair pink, working as hard as she can--but no one remembers her name. At most she is seen as "that squire with the pink hair." In addition, she has no aptitude for magic or combat. She has learned to do some basic charms--mostly prestidigitation--but she has been unable to improve past that point. She is proficient with martial arts, but not excellent at them, and she has no skills with weaponry.
Her inability to stand out has made Alvina constantly irritable. She always has anger boiling under the surface, and forgetting her name is the easiest way to draw said anger out. She's always comparing herself to others, even if those comparisons are unreasonable. Aside from her temper and her determination, Alvina is quite loyal, but because of her volatility, people rarely let her get close enough to form strong emotional connections.

Name: Kellen Hreidmar

Age: 46

Race: Feyfolk


Looks: An androgynous charmer with a mystically alluring aesthetic and boyish charm, Kellen is seen by most to be conventionally attractive. The Fey are known for their tantalizing visages and youthful aura. Even despite his age, Kellen appears to be no older than a young adolescent. This is partly due to the fact that his race are known to have lifespans that far exceed that of humans. In the eyes of his people, Kellen is still a fledgling.

Big brown eyes with an effervescent glint that arouses mischief, curtained by thick lashes and soft, rosy cheeks, Kellen has a very feminine appearance. His locks of ash blond hair are left to their own messy devices. Kellen's hair is often braided with beads and flowers as well as a number of strange trinkets that are commonplace among humans; corks, keys and even jewelry in some cases.

Kellen's figure is quite lithe and lanky; lean muscled with a tall stature. His torso is adorned with various glyphs and markings that possess an incandescent glow when exposed to moonlight. Though the most peculiar part of his appearance by far is his lower body. Around his abdomen, his skin starts to be covered in a thick plumage of feathers. Red, brown and white patterns span the entirety of his waist and legs, culminating in a pair of fierce talons that function as his feet. The same feather pattern is found on his forearms as well, with his fingertips being sharp claws. He has been known to tuck his own feathers behind his ears for good luck.

With such an outrageous appearance, Kellen usually dons a large, thick brown cloak so that he is able to spy on humans without drawing too much attention to himself.

Bio: Kellen was born under the full moon by a small pond. Like most Fey, his birth was not conventional by the standards of humans. He grew from inside the bud of a small flower and when it bloomed it brought Kellen into the world. No smaller than a thumb, Kellen stayed by his flowerbed until he would grow to fend for himself. While he was still a newborn Fey, Kellen would often see strange creatures with a similar visage to his own come and go by the pond he was born. With his first interactions with humans, Kellen soon became highly invested in their strange quirks and mannerisms.

By the time Kellen was able to leave his flowerbed, he had already grown into a young man rivaling the size of most humans. His fascination with their race continued to grow, leading him to spend countless hours watching them in their homes or going about their daily life. He would often sneak into their residences while they slept and take little bits and bobs as souvenirs. Though this would not be enough for him to achieve his true goal. Kellen wished to be able to live among humans. Though he knew it to be impossible with his strange appearance. For the first time, Kellen started to become self conscious of his own appearance. Despite this, he was steadfast in his plan to watch and learn everything he could from humanity.

Other: As a Fey, Kellen possesses a variety of unique magical traits as well as some more natural skills that help him survive out in the woods. He possesses a natural empathy towards nature; able to sense unnatural disturbances in the air around him as well as commune with various forms of wildlife.

He is exceptionally skilled at tracking, able to pick up on minute details with his keen eyes. He is even able to move relatively quietly when in the woods, though not anywhere else.

When dealing with humans, Kellen has a magical charisma about him that allows him to more easily persuade weak minded individuals when it comes to diplomatic discussions. This is mostly useful for securing bargains or winning an argument. Though he does possess one magical talent where he is able to place a human into a deep slumber; though he is still quite inexperienced with this talent and cannot sleep more than one person per day. Even then, a human with a strong enough will can resist the magic.