[center][h1]Thespian's Characters:[/h1][/center] [Hider=Meow] [center] [hr] [b]Name:[/b] Ezra Detois [hr] [b]Age:[/b] 92 (Ageless) [hr] [b]Gender:[/b] Genderless, Pronouns depend on shape. Usually He/Him. [hr] [b]Race:[/b] Bakeneko [hr] [b]Skills:[/b] A thief with a penchant for magic. He is very adept in stealth and all things sneaky, from lockpicking to pickpocketing. And these are skills he takes pride in. He does not actually need to steal, he could support himself just fine and always has been able to. However, the problem with that is he has so much fun being a dirty little thief. [hr] [b]Abilities:[/b] Can shift between the forms of a cat and a near human, which is more or less a human with cat ears. This is an inborn ability all his kind have. He also has a fair bit of magical skill, but has only bothered to hone a certain branch... Illusion magic. These spells are used to help him make a quick get away, or just play tricks on some poor bastard unlucky enough to met him on the street. He can also use the magic to conjure clothes for himself. These are indeed physical clothes, and in many ways are just an extension of shapeshifting. His illusions are so lifelike it is hard to tell between them and the real deal. Despite being an idiot, he is actually extremely powerful as many magical beings are, as well as being very hard to kill. Not an enemy you want to end up having. [hr] [b]Personality:[/b] He's got a 'fun' sense of humor. A trickster, he uses his years upon years of magic experience to play pranks and generally be a complete idiot. Seeming to be a child eternally, he has a hard time taking anything seriously and will even pout when he doesn't get his way like the big crybaby he is. While the he pronoun is often used, technically he is without gender, and will change pronouns based on if he is in a more male or more female form. He is equally happy to go by 'they' or 'it' or whatever else you want to call him. He's a cat, you expect him to give a shit? [hr] [b]Items:[/b] Satchel of stolen goods and some conjured clothes. What else could he need? [hr] [b]Bio:[/b] Born many years ago in the woods, he was on his own at a young age (his kind initially grow as fast as any kitten). Once he was old enough to leave his mother, he traveled to the big city of Zerzura where he learned how to steal from an old thief who eventually had age get the better of hi, but Ezra carried on his good work and that's what he's been doing to this day. [/center][/Hider] [Hider=Bard] [center] [hr] [b]Name:[/b] Owen Addams [hr] [b]Age:[/b] 22 [hr] [b]Gender:[/b] Male [hr] [b]Race:[/b] Human [hr] [b]Skills:[/b] He can sing and con a begger out of their last coin. [hr] [b]Abilities:[/b] Apart from playing a number of instruments, not much to put here. Poor guy couldn't fight to save his own damn life. [hr] [b]Personality:[/b] A silver tongued con man he will tell you exactly what he thinks you want to hear. He does love to show off his skills however, traveling from town to town as a bard and making coin where he can. Most of the reason he doesn't just stay in one place is he has a horrible habit of sleeping with other men's wives which mildly upsets their husbands. [hr] [b]Items:[/b] Leather traveling clothes, a flute, a lute, and a whole lot of sass. [hr] [b]Bio:[/b] Born and raised in Arcadia, Owen's mother died soon after naming him and his father had never been a fixture in his life. He was raised by a well meaning elf bard, who eventually turned him out into the world with a proud smile knowing that she had taught him all he could. The problem was that elf also happened to work in a brothel, which perhaps explains his morals. [/center][/Hider] [Hider=Lizard Lady] [center] [hr] [b]Name:[/b] Krait (species does not use surnames) [hr] [b]Age:[/b] 36 [hr] [b]Gender:[/b] Female [hr] [b]Race:[/b] Beast Men (Lizard) [hr] [b]Skills:[/b] Krait excels at hitting things really hard. She is big, well built, and very strong. Her skills lie in the use of heavy weaponry. She is trained with axes, great-sword, sword and shield combination, and war hammers. She's also fairly scent and just pummeling things with her fists. She is also a fair decent smith. [hr] [b]Abilities:[/b] No magic what so ever. It's for the weak. Like all of her kind, she is highly resistant to disease, with a tough hide that when paired with her heavy armor means she can take a great deal of punishment before she has to worry too much about taking a break. This is something she is well aware of, and will hammer hard at an enemy till she has won. [hr] [b]Personality:[/b] Very much a brute. She is a believer in brawn over brains, and doesn't see how there is any problem she can't solve just by being stronger than said problem. But, despite her simple minded nature, she does have a sense of honor. She won't attack someone who doesn't have a way to defend themselves. Nor will she attack children. To her the only good way to die is in battle, and so she rarely misses a chance to prove her strength and perhaps earn herself in her people's sacred afterlife. She is actually a priest by her people's reckoning, so as far as she is concerned there is no other way to die. [hr] [b]Items:[/b] Heavy hide armor made from the skin of fallen warriors she has defeated. She also wears trophies from past battles, ears, teeth, and so on on a leather cord around her neck which when she fills, will be burned as an offering to her gods. [hr] [b]Bio:[/b] She was hatched in the Lernean swamps, and like all her kind was expected to raise herself from birth. And that she certainly did. She hunted water snakes and bugs until she was big enough to hunt better prey. By the time she was twenty, this life had molded her into a powerful warrior. She used these skills to kill one of the aging temple priests, taking his skin for her armor and his biggest fang for a trophy necklace, she assumed her place. With war brewing in the country, she sees this as the perfect chance to do her duty and honor her gods with some fine trophies. [/center][/Hider] [Hider=Slaver] [center] [hr] [b]Name:[/b] Vivienne Servus [hr] [b]Age:[/b] 104 [hr] [b]Gender:[/b] Female [hr] [b]Race:[/b] Dark Elf [hr] [b]Skills:[/b] Skilled with the whip and the sword, as well as being quite a hustler and sales woman. She excels at tracking and trapping her prey, catching all sorts for the slave markets. Despite being a slight elf, she imposes fear upon her works and makes the cost of betrayal clear. She is not afraid to sell former allies as product. [hr] [b]Abilities:[/b] Extremely skilled in combat and elemental magic, as well as just enough illusory spells to hide her traps. She enchants cages, bindings, and other forms of traps in order to capture her prey. Through these enchantments, she has managed to capture kitsune, giants, vampires and all all other manner of creature into the market. [hr] [b]Personality:[/b] A slaver without peer, and she knows it. She is calm, calculating, and quite proud of her power. She knows her name is one feared and she is quite proud of it. She lives for the chase, loving the feeling of capturing a new sort of prey and selling it to the highest bidder. With the war she sees opportunity. A chance to make a whole lot of money and expand her influence in the process. And it is not a chance she plans to miss. When she has the chance of interesting prey, she takes it. [hr] [b]Items:[/b] She is dressed in mail armor, a whip on one hip and a sword on the other. But her caravan is where all her real weapons are, her traps and chains. She never travel far from her small army. She also has a great deal of coin to spend at any given time. [hr] [b]Bio:[/b] Vivienne inherited her caravan from her father, Ratern, after he died of illness. Born to him and his favorite slave, she was taken from her mother at birth and raised solely by her father. He taught her everything she knew, ensuring that she would be well equipped to face whatever comes her way. Under her rule, the caravan has doubled in size and she has found powerful friends to help her make sure that the business can keep booming for years to come. [/center][/Hider] [Hider=What Even...] [center] [hr] [b]Name:[/b] Kenós [hr] [b]Age:[/b] HAH like he knows [hr] [b]Gender:[/b] It [hr] [b]Race:[/b] ???? [hr] [b]Skills:[/b] He makes amazing tea and always seems to know the worst time to show up. [hr] [b]Abilities:[/b] He seems to be able to appear just about wherever he wants, becoming invisible when he does not wish to be seen and fading through walls like a ghost. Never seen walking, this strange being is always floating around, even when he is sitting he hovers at least an inch above the ground or chair. He can also pull a number of items out of his hat, such as a tea set. However, for all these strange abilities, he is physically incapable of harming anyone unless they give him express permission to hurt them. It's hard to tell what would happen then, as no one in history has done so before. He has quite a bit of magical ability, as he can be seen summoning water and fire to make his tea. Also he tends to enjoy to feed on ghosts. [hr] [b]Personality:[/b] A mystery wrapped in an enigma with a touch of creepy stalker. Mostly he just appears in assorted places, grins at people from shadowy corners, and breathes heavily. He likes to act like he is all knowing by constantly being very vague and speaking in riddles. [hr] [b]Items:[/b] Floating hat, necktie, and a tea set with an assortment of tea flavors. [hr] [b]Bio:[/b] ???? [img]http://file.toyhou.se/images/3162027_jhziENGaMxNudy1.png[/img] [/center][/Hider]