Hot-blooded and vulgar--those should be the first things that anyone notices about Liv because that's what she broadcasts. As a Surt, she holds a moderate obsession with growing stronger, and doesn't hesitate to throw herself into dangerous situations in pursuit of power. Though impulsive and young (for her species), Liv is sharper than she seems...in pretty much all aspects. Sharp witted, sharp tongued, and generally carrying something sharp. While she lacks the cool and calculated approach that Vitus possesses, Liv's ability to fly by the seat of her pants speaks volumes about either her experience or her apparent resourcefulness.

Emotionally, Liv is somewhat stunted thanks to her upbringing. She's getting better, but her immediate and most relevant emotions at any and all times are fear, anger, and pretty much nothing else.

Vitus has long grown 'accustomed' to his position, but has not become any more complacent about it. He's very sarcastic, often openly antagonistic towards Liv, but tends to do so more to annoy her than to actually start any sort of open rivalry between the two. The calm and collected yin to Liv's feral yang, it's apparent when he's taken over. Everything is slower with Vitus in control; planned and calculated.

Vitus was an average, if ambitious, young adult before his whole life went to shit. His childhood in a small village was nothign short of uninteresting, save for the fact that the village was on the outskirts of one of the larger magical cities. With so many travellers passing by, each with their own unique magical abilities, Vitus found himself marvelling at the practice. An open interest in the arcane arts had led him to study numerous different forms of spellcasting - although every time he attempted to learn, he was stopped by the same obstacle. He had no interest in allowing magic to flow through him as he had been told many times; he wanted control of the art - the ability to shape and execute it as he pleased, not the rules and scriptures that seemed required wherever he went.

It was through his attempts to find a school of magic that would allow control rather than coordination that he encountered something so few people had been willing to talk about: the ability to use the spirits of the recently deceased as an arcane power source; ready for manipulation in the form that he desired. Through a few years of self-study, the personal collection of more than a few sprits, and the ambition that had driven him down this path, he quickly excelled in his field.

Far and away from the struggles of a human, Liv had been dutifully following the expectations laid out before her. Like all Surt, Liv was born with every expectation of magic being part of her life. There was never a question about the capacity, only the depth of her ability and the way that she wanted to forge it. Just like countless Surt before her, she was taught how to rebuff most of her emotions. Taught only to understand a few bare concepts in the safety of their sect and accept that she had a duty that took precedence over her own life, Liv had the makings to become one of the ascended based solely on her magic.

But first, she had to prove herself.

When she left her home, Liv's intention was to grow strong enough to fulfill her designation and return a fully fledged ascended or to die trying. The draconic child did exactly as she was told--she grew stronger, did anything it took to get stronger...and eventually heard whispers of someone whose magic was close to her own. Close, but wrong. As Liv hunted information, the more convinced she became. This person was a problem for her future growth.

But also a perfect opportunity to get that much stronger.

And so, she hunted Vitus like prey, and when she found him, they fought in what could only be called a duel to the death.

It was during this duel that Liv and Vitus would find themselves forever locked together. While neither could gain the upper hand, they were still getting blows in, and it was a fairly even match up until the end. By some trick of fate, they both managed to land a killing blow against the other, causing an interesting conundrum. Liv's magic had caused her to absorb Vitus's soul, while Vitus's magic had caused him to capture Liv's soul. In essence, Vitus collected Liv's spirit, and they were both absorbed into the now empty body of Liv. Vitus's body was completely killed, while Liv's got to continue on, forever changed.

With two souls in a technically dead body, a loophole was formed. They became inexorably linked together - one of them puppeting the corpse they were both inhabiting, while the other got to sit in the background and shout profanities, with zero control over the body they shared. However, with two equally powerful souls, it was found that control over the body would continously switch between the two, although neither of them could control for predict when a shift of spirit dominance would happen. They've been living like this ever since; a forced cooperation between two rivals eventually blooming into a reluctant acceptance.

It was shortly after this reluctant acceptance that something else fell across their laps; an artifact of Surneth nature apparently being kept in possession of Sir Lancelot. Both had heard of The Dark Knight, albeit mostly through fairy tales and legends; and it wasn't a hard endeavor to convince either of them to seek him out. Liv hunted for the artifact in the same way she hunted for Vitus, and Vitus relished the chance to expand his power and control to even greater bounds.

At first glance, Jakorion can be easily seen as a barbaric savage. With his cold and often rude behavior, along with his chilling glare and mostly silent persona, he isn't the type to often work with other people. Even in battle he is described as a ball of ravenous rage and fury, using brutal and animalistic techniques to slaughter anyone who gets in his way. However, despite his brutish looks, Jakorion is actually much smarter than one can give him credit. With hundreds of years of brutal combat experience, he masters the art of swordsmanship and the ability to wield the bitter cold to his will. He often uses the surrounding location to his advantage, often claiming the high ground, and is a respected commander when commanding his frost warriors. He can also quickly find weaknesses in his opponent's defenses and strike whenever it opens, making him a patient and calculative strategist. Overall, Jakorion is a man that speaks with action rather than words.

Jakorion Fraustous starts out his life in the brutal north, in the tribe known as Glaciendra. They are a war-like tribal community who act like mere savages, plundering villages, raping women, and killing all who get in their way for their ice lich god, Morlida. In fact, they were such a threat, that Camelot was forced to strike his hand upon them, having some of his most elite warriors contain their expansion and keep them within a particular space. Of course, this would fail after the fall of Camelot, in which Glaciendra had slowly gathered up supplies and stolen weaponry in order to break free out of containment, casting upon their terror across the glacial plain once more.

The man who orchestrated the tribe's escape was Jakorion himself, who by the age of 34, is known as a respected and inspiring warrior. Ever since his parents were taken away from him at the age of six, he had trained practically his entire life to one day overthrow Camelot's forces and transcend his tribe into an empire, all for the glory of Morlida himself. When word broke out that Camelot had fallen, Jakorion took no time in assembling his warriors and swiftly broke through the perimeter defense. Yet not only did he simply break out, he also slaughtered every single Camelot soldier that attempted to cage them in like wild animals, in cold blood. When the deed was done, he lead his forces to pillage the nearby villages and burned them all to the ground. The screams of agony coming from the village victims pleased Morlida greatly. In return for his noble leadership and savage tactics, the God gave Jakorion the title as Glacienda's "Champion", a warrior proclaimed as a "prophet" of Morlida and granted a special warhammer that he'd use for the rest of his days.

However, two years into his regime, he was assassinated by four extremely skilled warriors from within his own tribe, all jealous about his position. It was a brutal bloodbath, one that Jakorion, and practically no one, ever saw coming. However, Morlida still had plans for the fallen "prophet". He wasn't going to let him go to waste just yet. Using dark magic, he was able to revive Jakorion as an undead lich. Stripped from every emotion other than vengeance and fury, Morlida set him loose on the four who betrayed him, striking them down without hesitation and with brutal carnage. His rule has been secured and now he's back stronger than ever. The lich had given him powers that allow him to wield ice and frost, including the ability to reanimate fallen soldiers in battle, making him seemingly unstoppable.

When Lancelot summoned Jakorion into his services, he was hesitant at first. However, he eventually joined to seek new allies of his growing "Frozen Empire" and to gather more power if possible.