Seth stands at 6 feet and 2 inches tall, with a somewhat athletic build. He is never seen without his black suit of full-body armor, adorned with gold and red here and there. He also wears a tattered and faded black and gold cape with a cowl. Also never far from Seth is his sword, which is mostly black with the outer parts of the blade being red and a golden eye-like adornment (which can also be seen on the armor's helmet) in the center part between the hilt and the blade.

Name:
Seth Malbourne

Title:
Seth the Cursed Swordsman

Gender:
Male

Age:
25

Personality:
Seth has a very strong sense of justice, always willing to help those in need and punish evildoers. Once he has set his mind to something, it's very, very hard to get him to reconsider. However, this is a rather unfortunate quality to have, considering that Seth also isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. He can distinguish good things from evil, yes, but not always smart from plain idiotic. It is this characteristic that left Seth in the state he is right now: A cursed swordsman, and one who still follows the path of justice with unshakeable determination.

Abilities:
As well as being decently skilled with a blade, Seth has gained control over a small assortment of unholy spells, thanks to his equally unholy equipment. With his dark magic, Seth can do such things as summon a temporary familiar, temporarily give his sword the ability to drain life force from enemies, and launch a ball of unholy fire. However, Seth has little to no training with his magic, so it is relatively weak and causes a lot of physical and mental exhaustion for him to use it repeatedly. However, the option is there, just in case a little swordfighting won't quite get the job done.

Skills:
Seth's repertoire isn't just brute force; if the need arises, he is fully capable of old-fashioned persuasion. However, he isn't incredibly bright, but he's definitely about as stubborn as any ox you'll ever come across. If a little bit of flattery or reason won't get the job done, his persistence is the next best thing. ...Aside from brute force, of course.

Gear:
Seth's weapon of "choice" is a cursed greatsword, a common creation of dark sorcerers to fool unsuspecting adventurers. It cannot be disposed of, but possesses remarkable strength, at the downside of it also being quite heavy. His armor is much of the same: A black, red and golden suit of full-body armor that acts as the swordsman's skin. It's made of very sturdy and rather heavy steel, yes, but once it has been equipped, any damage the suit itself takes is transmitted straight to the wearer. A bit of a paradox, but it at least offers better protection than ordinary clothing, or nothing at all.

Bio:
Seth is...well, was, an ordinary human. Like many others of his kind, Seth was your average adventurer, doing various oddjobs in every town he set foot in to make ends meet and hopefully make a name for himself. As time went by, he became fairly well-known, though by no means legendary, no, not at all. He was still your average, run of the mill adventurer. Just a bit more well-known.

However, his lust for fame and fortune got the better of him one day, when he came across a traveling merchant while traversing a dark forest. Said merchant made a comment about his "weak equipment", which, in actuality, was a standard issue broadsword and steel platemail, and offered a "true warrior's sword and suit of armor". Of course, Seth made the trade, and the merchant soon ran off, leaving the swordsman and his new gear behind.

Eager to try out his new equipment, Seth immediately put on the suit of armor, followed by the sword. As soon as he had done so, his breathing became heavy, his vision blurry, and his mind started racing. Unprepared for such feelings, he desperately tried to remove his armor; unfortunately, it had already bonded to his body, and the sword was tied to his very being as well, unable to be discarded without flying back to its owner's side.

Seth had been fooled; what he had been given was a cursed blade and suit of armor, a common and cheap trick practiced by dark sorcerers the world over. Once the connection between body and equipment had been made, it could not be reversed. Seth was doomed to live the rest of his life trapped inside a suit of armor, wielding a demonic sword as his only weapon.

However, Seth would not let such a fate deter him from his hopes and dreams. The now-cursed swordsman continued to travel across the land, using his new equipment and accompanying unholy magic for good rather than evil, dark sorcerers be damned. Although the townsfolk he would meet throughout his travels would express fear at seeing such demonic gear, a little bit of explaining (usually) did the trick to change their minds.

All the traveling Seth had done had been entirely by himself, no accompaniment to be seen. However, a run-in with a certain elf merchant soon changed that...

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With her 1.86 meters height, she's rather tall especially for a human woman. Near waist long wavy raven black hair and piercing emerald green eyes. Her body is quite well trained for a magic user and she's overall got a strong posture that doesn't detract from her female charm and elegance any. A very distinctive scar she has is a huge bite mark across the entirety of her right arm, indicating something big with lots of teeth had once tried to bite it off.

Name : Krielie'nas Nasloede

Title : The Witch, Mistress of curses

Gender : Female

Age : 29

Personality : What Krilie is now and what she was in the past are two very different things. A lot had happened to her and most of it caused a lot of change in her. Currently she's no longer a naive woman as she initially was. Gone are the sincere eyes and kind demeanor. The war had changed her in a way even she wouldn't have imagined possible. Now there's little place for most emotions in her mind anymore. She now acts only how she sees fit. If she wishes to kill someone she will do so, if she wishes to safe someone she'd do so out of selfish decisions, usually expecting a reward in some way or another. She prefers to have fun in any way possible. Be it killing enemies and taking the utmost delight in their despair and final moments or just having fun in a tavern. Regret, fear, love and hate... none of those exist in her heart anymore. All that remains and the desire for pleasure... pleasure in both physical sensations and the joy of seeing people crumble before her.

Abilities : Krielie's abilities completely revolve around the dark arts. Studying them since early childhood she's mastered them to a significant degree. Her main specialty is curses. She takes both great pleasure and skill in practicing them. She uses many and probably knows even more. The only negative of her battle curses are that while they can be used on multiple targets, they require time to get going after being cast. The two curses she takes most pleasure in using are the 'The boiling blood', a curse that causes the victim's blood to gradually heat up until their own body is destroyed from the inside. This one can take different time from target to target due race specifics. Since her targets are usually humans, who are easily affected by changes in one's body and can die from mere fevers from sicknesses, it's very useful against them. The second curse she takes even more pleasure in using, she calls Crystal bones – another mostly slow working curse that's single target and gradually changes the victim's bones into fragile crystal that can shatter from the weakest of movement. Very effective to cause morale drop and generally see the despair and pain of the victim. Along those 2, she also uses things like Shiver – a curse that drains' heat and others. The drawback of her magic is that it's a slow burner most of the time. Once cast it could take minutes before the target could be completely overtaken than the curse. Still beside curses she can also cast protective wards against enemy magic.

Skills : Decent cook, tailor and herbalist knowledgeble in the healing properties of plants. She's also decent at exotic alluring dancing.

Gear :
- A pretty hefty book containing countless recipes for potions, salves and other concoctions she's learned or discovered along detailed descriptions of plants.
- A nice black quite well tailored dress. It reaches just below her knee and has a long cut on the right side up to her upper tight, to allow for greater freedom of movement.
-A pair of sturdy black leather boots, adorned with black fur and raven feathers
-A black sturdy cloak with hood.
-Simple black wooden staff with a steel blade on the end, just to stab and cut along with magic casting.

Bio : Not much is known about Krielie'nas before she first stepped outside the confines of the forest she lived before The Great War. What is known is that she lived in one of the densest and most secluded parts of the wilderness when a force of the Great Lord stumbled upon it by chance. What had transpired there and how she survived that encounter is not know as people who later would arrive at the scene only conveyed a scene of complete carnage too grotesque to describe. She was wounded, but survived it. She was cold and ruthless in the fighting from that point onward. Many who came to know her, commented that she had the eyes of someone out for revenge.

Exploits during that madness known as the 'Great War' are had to keep track of so it's not known how much she did during those days and she has no desire to bring it up. She did what she could, but afterwards she lived for herself. Laws? Traditions? None of those mattered, she had cursed and killed more than a few of the unlucky sods who dared to bare teeth at her for her dark magic. Always in self defense … of course. She may not feel fear, but she's not stupid. Sometime during the end of the Great War she put a curse on herself. A curse that was meant to stop the pain she felt in her heart, but curses never come without a price. The pain? It sure was gone, but so was the reason for the pain... love. The fear of losing someone the source of that pain was also gone, sadly along the only thing that had turned in a reason to live – her hate. Without those gone, she was left a different person. A broken person unable to feel the most basic of human emotions.

The following years after the war passed in a breath. Filled with pleasure and simple selfish desires. She became a mercenary of sorts, she'd do jobs, get paid, spend some of the money on interesting things and the rest on men and women from public houses. All the while use those very same mercenary jobs to revel in the pleasure of tormenting others. That's what led her to accepting the job from an elf merchant too... it seemed interesting.

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