The first thing one would notice about Sen, is her incredibly pale, almost snow white skin tone. The next, would likely be the six horns of varying length protruding from her head. Two, long bull like horns curve around her skull from just above her ears which have slight elfin points, with two smaller ones growing in just above them with a final, small two growing barely an inch from the top of her forehead. She has long, black hair typically not styled in any particular fashion and is usually left to hang listlessly. A pair of bat like wings extend from her spine, though they aren't large enough to allow for actual flight, though could aid one in a controlled glide.

The fifteen year old sports rather decorative clothing, and stands about 5'4", a good few inches taller than the others of her age with a skirt and long stockings and platform boots adorning her feet. She has yellow colored eyes with cat like slits for pupils, and her horns don a few charms of unknown make and purpose. She comments they're only there for cosmetic effect. One should not mistake her for some delicate wallflower or other not so physically inclined person. Senna could likely give a few full grown men a run for their money in terms of strength, and her slender, toned body gives away that much at least.

Name:
Senna

Age:
15

Gender:
Female.

Background:
As far as Sen's personality goes, she's a troublesome sort and incredibly fickle most of the time. One moment she might be your best friend, the next she's liable to throw you under the bus if it something inconvenient for her or she grows bored of someone. She might be set on revenge one moment, and then decide to get all friendly with them later - with no intent for betrayal. Really, it just depends on her mood and how she feels at the moment. Generally though, she is fairly flirtatious and promiscuous in her mannerisms, and never shows open hostility towards anyone and treats most people with a fairly friendly demeanor. Of course, one should be wary of her affection of any sort and always take her words and loyalties with a grain of salt.

As she says - "Heh? What, me? Everyone's loyalties lie somewhere. Mine is to myself, and myself only. If I can get ahead by being friendly, I'll do it. If It'll serve me better to shank all of you guys in a dark alley...well, heh. I think it's obvious."

That said, she's not one for random stabbings or betrayals for giggles. One shouldn't have to worry too much about her fickle nature getting in the way of things unless the pros greatly outweigh the cons. Of course, this is only because she values long term partners higher than possibly temporary allies - basically meaning people she could manipulate to an extent with a little clever wording or other such things. Getting her to be completely on the side of any permanent cause, is going to be incredibly difficult, but in the unlikely event that you do have it, you would be surprised at the lengths she might go to repay a debt or help those she might care for.

Has somewhat refined tastes, and would love nothing more than to live in the lap of luxury through any means possible. She very rarely is angry or upset and tries to find humor in everything, but one should be careful of her temper.

Background:
Honestly, Senna has no real idea of her origins. As far as she remembers she was tossed out on the streets at a fairly early age - too young to even remember anything aside from her name, a thing she clung to as her only real possession for a fairly long time. Living on the streets wasn't exactly all that easy, but she managed well enough by showing some of the people around her who was boss and who could outsmart them. She quickly learned how to handle herself in quite a number of brawls, as while she liked to consider herself highly intelligent such things bored her to no extent. She needed things to get the blood flowing, to watch someones cranium implode while she smacked it. For a kid, she was perhaps fairly similar to what her appearance might have suggested, but without anything else to turn to, how could one survive if they didn't cut down the competition?

When Fritz found her, she was half beaten from a brawl and nearly dead when asked about what happened, all she'll comment is that she got out a lot better than those piss for brains, and 'their heads are gonna look reeeeal nice on that fence' She decided to stick around for awhile, see what this whole thing was about and decided to stay at the orphanage for awhile with the other kids.

Equipment:
The only weapons she needs are her fists legs, and gauntlets of stone.

Level:
1

Attribute:
Force

Skills:
Intelligence:
One might mistake Sen for a simple brute that likes to punch her way through everything. Well, they are mostly right. She doesn't have time to really finesse things too much. However, she greatly enjoys brain teasers and considers herself at least above average in the IQ department. She often likes to play chess in her spare time. Though, perhaps 'Clever and Resourceful' might be a better descriptor here. She is by no means going to be outsmarting any scholarly sort, since books and such things bore her to no end.

Manipulative:
Either through more friendly means or less such means, Sen has a surprising way with words when it comes to speaking. Where she picked this up from no one is quite sure, but she comments that sometimes brute force isn't enough, and perhaps a honeyed tongue and playing ones cards right with certain people could easily get one better results. Pitting people against each other and watching delightfully from the sidelines.

Cooking:
In a fairly surprising turn of events, one might find Senna is fairly talented in the cooking department and gets quite agitated if she's cooking and someone interrupts her or messes her up. If you are one of these fools who interrupts her, you won't be having a skull left after she's done with you.

Affinity:
Earth

Gift:
Senna's gift is fairly simple. It allows her to make stone gauntlets out of the earth itself. It is very simple in function, but fairly useful. Aside from enhancing her punches they are also sturdy enough to be able to deflect some blows and things. While perhaps not impressive as some other gifts currently, in time with a little training it would likely grow into something much more effective.

Name: Dodo
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Background: The birth of Dodo was an event that was surely remembered by the parents and the midwife or doctor that delivered her. It made sense that Dodo was quickly abandoned alone in Dirt Town. This baby was reported to have been raised by a group of alley cats and pigeons, which helps explain Dodo's very odd communication habits, and the feral and predatorial front she presents to others.The abomination which showed that the universe clearly did not care about the fate of its inhabitants for the most part lived her life helping her adoptive family of pigeons and alley cats obtain food and protecting them from the wild packs of dogs. During one of the trash dives for food she was discovered by Fritz, who had to drag her to the orphanage while she was kicking and resisting. However she somewhat adapted to the orphanage as a few of the alley cats tracked her down and seemed to comfort Dodo, and at the orphanage she got a few items to play with. Now Fritz is dead and Dodo is on the loose.
Equipment: Lead-pipe, three stress balls and a worn purse
Level: 1
Attribute: Focus
Skills:
Intimidation
Bestiary
Juggling
Affinity: Light
Gift: Dodo's gift is the ability to cause the surface area around her talons to function as a prism to create a bright display of all the colors in the visible spectrum.

Nim is short and unassuming, standing at only 4’7”. Her hair is short, dark and scrawny – her eyes equally as dark. She, unlike many others, looks mostly human. From the waist up she is perfectly normal. From the waist down her legs are covered in thick feathers, a deep brown like her other features. Her feet are only slightly misshapen with toenails more claw-like than normal.

Name: Nim

Age:11

Gender: Female

Background: Nim has vague memories of having parents, and knows that she ended up on the street by the time she was 5 – but she cannot remember how or why. Her parents might be dead, or may have abandoned her. She knows she was old enough to survive. She doesn't remember what her parents called her, but adopted the name Nim as it's part of the word nimble - and she's pretty nimble. As it is for everyone Nim’s life on the street was difficult – but she fell in with a small group of other kids. In fact she got a bit of a reputation with them for being faster, and nimbler, than all the others which meant she was perfect for stealing. Indeed she found she was quite good at this. She lived on the streets this way for a while. It wasn’t until she slipped up, almost caught in the act, that things got more tough – stealing from a gang member wasn’t the smartest idea. It was while on the run that she was found by Fritz and taken in to the orphanage.

Nim is a quiet and somewhat withdrawn child. It is not that she is shy, because she certainly is not, just that she prefers to observe and not talk. Indeed she always seems to be watching – even if it’s inappropriate. Not that she knows when it’s not okay to just stare at something. She is untrusting, though most kids who lived on the streets are, and unlikely to just easily become friends with someone. While independent she wouldn’t necessarily choose to strike out on her own if it more sensible to stay with others. She also won’t take leadership, but won’t bend easily to the wills of others. Nim is aloof from others, and is difficult to read (by design). Nim certainly isn’t cold hearted, but she isn’t the kindest person either.

Equipment: Two knives, a few pins

Level: 1

Attribute: Finesse

Skills: Observant: Nim is good at noticing things that others don’t due to watching people, and her surroundings, carefully. This means that she might notice when something is amiss earlier than others or a small detail of someone’s facial expression. She would be more likely to notice someone pulling out a knife, say.

Theft: Due to being fast, and nimble, and living on the streets Nim is quite good at stealing. She mostly pickpocketed but also stole from shops and similar. She still practice stealing at the orphanage (but always put things back) just to make sure that she doesn’t get out of practice.

Climbing: Nim is good at climbing, enjoying scaling walls and just being in tall places. It lets her see more and is also handy for a quick getaway. Often she’ll be found climbing into various small spaces in the orphanage, using it as a way to find places to hide.

Affinity: Dark

Gift: Nim’s gift is basically shadow manipulation, though currently to a simple degree. If she is in a shadowed place she can use shadows to allow her to blend in, essentially using the shadows to coat and hide herself – and if she is close enough to a shadow she can extend it towards her.

Name: Luca

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Background: The knowledge of how Luca came to the orphanage is known by no one other than Fritz, who refused to speak on the subject, even to Luca himself. All that is known is that Luca came to the orphanage as a small babe, and the secrets of his origins beyond that have now died with the old man. Luca grew up as a sickly child, the Taint inflicting him with a sickness of the blood, and would have quickly died on the streets if Fritz had not taken him in. Perhaps in spite of his frail body, Luca proved to be a startlingly intelligent boy as he grew up, learning to read before he could walk, and spending much time taking apart his few toys and reassembling them into clever configurations. Given his physical weakness and shy temperament, Luca was much a much-protected "little brother" among the children of the orphanage, even those younger than him, many of whom he taught to read or built fanciful toys for. While the children he was raised alongside understand Luca's moods and eccentricities, his stoic and sometimes disconcerting demeanor can come across as disturbing or alien to those unfamiliar with him. This is far from intentional, as Luca is merely a sheltered boy who is clumsy at best in social encounters.

Equipment: Luca has a basic collection of pilfered tinker's tools, and a knapsack full of half-finished contraptions, as well as various bits and gubbins. Kept close to him is Luca's most valued possession: a metal flask filled with a curative medicinal elixir, from which small sips can quickly restore his strength when it flags. He has no reliable source of refilling his flask, and so only drinks from it when he direly needs his body to not fail him.

Level: 1

Attribute: Focus

Skills: Luca is alarmingly intelligent for a boy his age, to an extent that can surprise and unnerve many adults. He is quick-witted and observant, and has a memory like a steel trap. While he is not the most eloquent when expressing his thoughts and ideas, the children he was raised alongside understand him well enough.

Something of an amateur engineer or inventor, Luca has a deft mind for things of a mechanical nature. With skillful fingers and a sharp eye, he disassemble or construct small tools or contraptions with startling speed. While most of his experience stems from scrapping together silly toys and complex contraptions for the entertainment of the other children in the orphanage. His skills in more complex forms of engineering are limited by his (lack of) education, but he is eager to learn all he can and further develop his talent, which he views as a fun and engaging hobby.

Much to the amazement of his peers, Luca is also rather talented at slight of hand. Books, tools, and parts do not come cheaply, and Luca is no stranger to picking a pocket or two to acquire a few coins to rub together. Given his frail body, running from an attempt at theft gone poorly was never an option, and so he was forced to get good quickly. Similarly, his nimble fingers and knowledge of mechanics are easily put to use in picking locks, an act Luca sees as nothing more than solving a puzzle.

Affinity: Dark

Gift: At times, Luca hears whispers from an entity that he cannot otherwise sense. It tells him secrets about people or places around him, usually at times when that information is critical or pivotal. On rare occasions, the whispers reply to Luca's thoughts as though he were speaking them aloud, and has demonstrated a playful personality, and a mentor-like attitude toward Luca himself, but is otherwise quite cruel and openly malicious. Luca does not know the name of this entity or anything else about it, but its whispers have always rung true, and any questions about its identity (that it deigns to answer) are met with taunting promises that Luca will learn such things later.

Name: Zahny (Z-on-e) Zahn is his last name (he thinks)

Age: 15

Appearance: Zahn looks like a human and a cat were in a compactor and he got spit out, He has all the qualities of a cat however he has all the joints of a human (e.i. He stands up straight and looks like a normal human in posture but he has the fur and facial features of a cat {and its tail for mid air balance} His coats color is a cosmic black with hints of purple and streaks of Gold that twist into crazy patterns all up and down his body.) He is super tall for his age with long, however not super skinny, almost healthy looking arms and legs, and standing a total of 6'1"

Gender: Male

Background: Zahn is very energetic and happy all the time, However he takes every bump in life as a challenge and when he fails he either he gets very pissed or super depressed. He thinks his name is Zahn because it is the only noise he could remember when he was rescued, thinking it must be his name some how it stuck. Zahn has been scraping by, by stealing food and the necessities for the longest time, fortunately being rescued by the orphanage. Since he has been at the orphanage he had worked a lot on his movement and agility keeping his thieving skills close at hand. When Fritz died Zahn went straight back to his thievery, providing for himself and others.

Equipment: A small dual bladed dagger that he stole as well as a stash of throwing knives and (throwing) nails. All of which is of course stollen

Level: 1

Attribute: Finesse

Skills: Acrobatics, sleight of hand, incredible vision

Affinity: Wind

Gift: He can manipulate his magic to help him jump and move faster or quieter even in mid air.

Name: Trog

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Background: As is well known throughout the lands the city of Castalia is a hub for scientific, technological, and arcane development with a reputation for lax morals when it comes to human experimentation. Trog came about as a result of a group of scientists interested in creating soldiers more capable at crushing their enemies and guarding their secrets. So began a process of selective breeding, magical bombardment of the fetus, and the invasion of toxic spirits into their minds as they grew. Unsurprisingly many of the children didn't survive this treatment and the ones who did were born twisted, but incredibly promising.

Then there was the Midwife, a woman who had seen much in her time with these scientists but decided that what was going on was far too wrong to justify and spirited away with an infant Trog. She journeyed for many days before catching wind of a rumor of an Orphanage of sorts under the guardianship of a powerful man. Soon enough she was at the Orphanage's door and made her case before Old Man Fritz, leaving Trog into his care once she was certain he was a good enough man. She left soon after in an attempt to shake off any would be pursuers who came looking for their missing asset.

As far as Trog knows he's always been there and was just a heavily Tainted child, though there have been moments of doubt. While they have faded over the years the effects of the experiments still affect Trog to this day, like the uncontrollable anger that seeps its way into his thoughts and the way knowledge that doesn't pertain to hurting things seems to roll. However, despite all this, Trog tries to do right by those he's grown up to. He helps in the ways he can, tries to be as friendly as his emotions let him, and truly looks up to Old Man Fritz not unlike how a child would view their father.

Equipment:
-Tusk, a massive blade that appears to be the love child of a meat cleaver and a machete. Crafted from leftover scrap iron and a cannibalized belt, while appearing crude the blade is actually fairly functional and highlights the craftsman' pragmatism.

-Blacksmith Apprentice Tools, hammers and tongs of various sizes all kept in a leather apron.

Level: 1

Attribute: Force

Skills:
-Natural Blacksmith, While he has a long way to go to becoming a master blacksmith Trog is a complete natural to the trade, taking to it as naturally as breathing.

-Cunning, While by no means a smart man to dismiss him as an idiot would be a grave error in judgement. Trog is always watching, thinking, and calculating in his own way on how to solve any given problem, though to be fair most of his solutions are to just smash someone into the dirt. Just don't count on it always being the case.

-Sneaky, Despite his large size and twisted body Trog is an adept at moving about "All sneaky like." and remaining hidden from view which has lead to many a startled yelps when the giant that wasn't there a second ago suddenly is behind them.

Affinity: Fire

Gift:
-Frenzy, when aggression is in the air and blood begins to spill Trog begins to get... itchy. He begins to breath hard, he begins to twitch erratically, and he begins to "see red" as crimson flames burst from his eye sockets. Then the real fun starts as his strength is doubled, his pain tolerance skyrockets, and he's filled with an unstoppable urge to crush, cut, and stab at those he views as a threat. Oddly enough he isn't in control of this Gift and it only activates when Trog is hurt enough, becomes suitably enraged, or he feels something important to him is going to be lost.

Name: Argo
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Background: Argo was left with Old Man Fritz at the tender age of four. She doesn't remember much of her real parents, save that her father was a man of justice. Argo is utterly convinced that her father will return someday, and strives to become a girl he can be proud of: Kind, loving, and just. While admirable, this is tempered by the fact that Argo may actually be the singular dumbest, most gullible person in Dirt Town. How she has actually survived for so long is a mystery to everyone, but Argo's nine years in Dirt Town have firmly entrenched her as the village idiot. As for her relationship with the other orphans, she's something of a double-edged sword: While her abilities and contacts are useful, her hatred of crooked affairs means she's best kept out of the loop of any shady goings-on. Otherwise, things could get messy.

Equipment: A wooden broom, her father's hat, a thick coat with lots of pockets, a jar of fixative, a cheap brass locket, a tin cup with a dent in it, a stethoscope, a gyroscope, a baroscope, a telescope, various interesting rocks, a small pair of shears, some chestnuts, a coinpurse full of loose change (various foreign denominations, no value), a sock with a brick in it, a ball of twine, an ugly wooden statuette, four candle stubs of varying lengths, a tin full of marbles, a linen sack, a beetle cage (no beetles), a seashell, and a cat toy

Level: 1
Attribute: Finesse
Skills:
Navigation - Moving around the district at high speeds requires a great sense of direction and strong reflexes. Naturally, Argo has both.

Optimism - Argo is sunny and upbeat even at the worst of times, and holds ironclad belief in the inherent goodness of her fellow man. One would expect this to be a disadvantage, but Spirits are far more likely to keep someone alive or help them out once they recognize that said person is an endless well of positive emotions they can feed off of; a rare commodity in Dirt Town.

Likable - Likewise, Argo's willingness to help her fellow man and wide-eyed innocence mean that she's actually fairly well-liked among the Dirt Town population, and possesses friends and a positive reputation pretty much everywhere within and around the district, and quickly forges new bonds when brought elsewhere. Even the most blackhearted villains hesitate to raise a hand against someone so patently harmless.

Affinity: Wind
Gift: Argo has the ability to fly with the aid of a broom. To clarify, she can freely levitate and manipulate a given broom, but the most common usage is flight.