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Alya Eloen

Race

Half Elf

Age

33 years old, but looks to be around her early 20's or slightly younger.

Personality

Alya is not a totally attentive person, yet she still remains quite 'down to earth' to a certain extent. Some might say she's aloof, and some might say she's just a quiet, and shy woman. Neither are wrong nor completely right. Rather than quiet, she cannot speak for she is mute. She has trouble expressing herself due to this, usually prompting her to stop trying if someone doesn't understand her the first time. While she isn't the most trusting of people, she extends kindness towards those she is able to through music. Overall, Alya is generally a peaceful person that spends most of her time playing music. The songstress lives freely, going where the wind may take her.

Backstory

Born a mute, most might say that Alya's parents bardic legacy would be in ruins as their only child was unable to sing as beautifully as they could. However, common folk usually misunderstand that singing is not the only thing that a bard has to offer. While Alya was unable to sing, let alone speak, her ability to learn and play a wide array of instruments was nothing short of fascinating. Her songs, along with her half-elven charm, captured the hearts of many; from local taverns to lavish banquets, Alya performed. Her reputation spreading throughout the land. She is often sought after by suitors for this reason, but the young songstress always shows disinterest as they try to put her on a pedestal

Most wonder how such a peaceful maiden became part of the Virtuous Company, however those who wonder never remember that her parents were already part of the Company, working as entertainers as well as supportive combatants. Very few know that the Eloen family's music carries innate magic that affects those who listen. Influenced by the bard's very soul.

Physical Talents

Alya while excels in the art of music. 'Physical talents' is not really something you'd associate with this diminutive character. At most she's able to keep her balance due to her dancing practice, but other than that, her strength is completely lacking in every way. Due to her Elven heritage, she does possess low-light vision.

Magical Talents

While Alya's innate magic may sound very convenient, it is a very dangerous kind of magic to possess and use. Her mute nature, coupled with natural genius in the art of music has further enhanced this magic. The magic of the 'Song Weaver' is governed by the emotions of the Musician; as the Weaver plays their songs, they slowly mold their listeners emotions to match their own or what they intend, more-so than any other bard. Should a Song Weaver lose control of their magic, it could have devastating consequences for everyone within the earshot of the song. Losing control means to get lost in one's own music; unintentionally hypnotising themselves or suffering a complete mental breakdown. A Song Weaver's music is able to pierce through even the loudest of noises as if to make sure that it's audience is listening. With concentration, this magic can be directed at will.

Song Weaver's Nocturne [Passive] - Due to her innate magic, Alya's music will always affect her listeners more than a normal bard's music would, regardless of whether or not she's casting a spell. Due to her generally peaceful mind, her music usually has a calming effect on her audience, while captivating them nonetheless.

Equipment

Outside of the clothes on her back and a traveler's cloak, Alya doesn't really bring much on her travels. Of course, she carries her enchanted flute and a warhorn that her parents had entrusted to her. She carries a small satchel that holds her ink pots, quills and pieces of parchment which she may use to communicate with others.

Other

• Alya is quite short, standing at around 5'2". Her build can be described as 'slim', as she doesn't really have any muscle visible muscle. Her 'feminine assets' are quite lacking as well, but thanks to her elven heritage she remains quite attractive to the majority of potential suitors. Unlike most of the Virtuous Company folk, her skin is quite pale and unscathed as if she were a noblewoman. Under her cloak is a simple leather dress with a pair of leather boots. She's reasoned that she doesn't need to wear anything fancy to where she's going.
• She favours the flute over most instruments.
• Alya is quite famous, known by most of the members in the Virtuous Company as well as the Ruling Council.
• There are times when Alya is able to hear the emotions within someone's very soul as if it had it's own melody, but this rarely occurs.

Fears

Alya fears her own magical power. She fears for the time that she loses control and nobody is there to help her break free of her own curses. On the same coin, she doesn't want to stop playing music nor does she ever want to be separated from her instruments, for she feels that she is nothing without them. This dependency and attachment to her instruments and music makes her vulnerable, but also strong.

Like any other person ill-suited for combat, Alya fears killing and being killed. While blood is spilled around her, she herself does not want to be the one to spill it.

"I’m a healer not your mum, now either quit crying, or go where I can’t hear."

Name

Elsie

Race / Age

Human, 25

Personality

Elsie can be… somewhat cold. And grumpy. And pragmatic. She doesn’t like trusting people and she doesn’t like counting on them. Even when you get to know her, she doesn’t really tend to warm up to people (although she does treat members of the Virtuous Company somewhat less disdainfully than the general populace. Occasionally. If she's in a good mood.). She generally errs on the cynical side - whilst she used to be angry and bitter, now she’s just… kinda tired. She doesn’t really have the energy anymore for righteous anger, she knows better than to hope for things to improve, although she is quite capable of getting annoyed at people for...lesser offences. She can be kinda rude sometimes (although she prefers to think of it as forwardness) even towards her patients, although some find her standoffish-ness to be oddly calming (at least she’s not flinching at the blood gushing out of your abdomen, or screaming.) She doesn’t tend to spare people’s feelings just because, but she doesn’t go out of her way to get on the wrong side of people off either.

Backstory

Elsie’s is a story that’s all too common. Born in a small village on the outskirts of Auroch, when bandits inevitably raided the small settlement it was ‘too far’ for The Ruling Council to send help. Elsie, only five years old at the time, hid from them under the floorboards of the village tavern where she occasionally helped sweep the floors to earn money to help her parents. She managed to escape detection, but she couldn’t escape the truth that she was, for better or for worse, all alone in the world. Realising that there was no way she would be able to survive alone in an empty village, she packed her bags that night, and left for the Capital City under the cover of darkness.

It was a harsh journey and an even harsher arrival seeing as as a young girl travelling alone, she was an immediate target for all kinds of unsavoury characters. Through a combination of necessity and lessons-hard-learned, she developed an ability to keep quiet and keep out of sight. As she grew to be older, she learned how to make a grown man cry like a little girl with a well placed knee, and as she grew older still and fell in with the aforementioned unsavoury characters, the knee became a poisoned knife and the grown men became anyone she was pointed at by her new ‘friends’.

By the age of fifteen, she was well and truly hardened, bitter at the world and The Ruling Council for her circumstances, and unable to truly trust anyone, even if she wanted to. She was beginning to make a name for herself as a, if not necessarily brilliant, competent and reasonably talented assassin, able to sneak into places easily, assisted by the fact that she was still young and relatively innocent-looking.

And then, lo and behold, she discovered her true calling as a healer all at once. Kinda.

She had a job to assassinate one of the court healer’s assistants - a young woman relatively new to the post who, surprise surprise, looked a little like Elsie. She carried out the job with ease, and disposed of the body, and was just about to leave to collect payment when the healer, an elderly woman with rapidly failing eyesight and early-stage dementia, mistook Elsie for the assistant. Seeing an opportunity to get cosied up to a wide assortment of nobles with an even wider assortment of targets painted on their backs, Elsie assumed the other girl’s place and name (Marcy) , and thus began the most peaceful years of her life.

Over a period of five years, Elsie learned everything she could about healing and medicine - picking up a few healing spells along the way. Gradually, she stopped actively searching for contracts, instead preferring to spend her time learning about science and the human body, how to heal instead of hurt. She told herself that her interest was purely academic - she’d discovered an enquiring mind and keen intelligence that had been left more or less un-nurtured by her previous life, but that didn’t change the fact that she was starting to enjoy her work and spending time with the old healer, and her old skills and abilities were beginning to deteriorate through a lack of use.

And then, as things are wont to do, it all came crashing down around her ears. One night, the old healer was murdered, the next, Elsie was no longer Marcy, and had run off, back to where she came from. She was uncertain whether the old healer’s death was meant as a message for her, a punishment for leaving her old life, or if it was completely unrelated, but Elsie was certain of something- she wanted revenge. Unfortunately, she wasn’t as good as she used to be. Her disappearance meant that the hole she left in the market had been filled by a dozen younger, more skillful assassins, leaving Elsie stranded and frozen out by all her old contacts, with no means of making money seeing as her job as a healer was somewhat illegitimate.

She was homeless, jobless, and prospectless, sleeping rough and just about ready to throw in the towel when a deus ex machina arrived in the form of a couple of badly injured members of the Virtuous Company. They weren’t too fussed about legitimacy, so she offered to help them in return for a small sum. She saved their lives, and in turn, they told her about the company, and finally, she was home.

So far, she has been with the Virtuous Company for a little over four years - treating wounds and illnesses both major and minor in return for room, board, and a cut of the profits. She’s improved her physical abilities somewhat during this period in order to be able to defend herself should the need arise, but she prefers working as a healer as she sees it as more intellectually stimulating.

Physical Talents

She worked as an assassin as a child - relying more on her ability to blag her way through closed doors than anything else, but she still has skills in the arena of hand to hand combat, using knives, and general sneakiness. She’s nowhere near as good as she used to be however, and whilst she can hold her own against an opponent who’s not too much bigger than she is and is of a similar skill level, she’s not exactly a one-woman army in this regard,

She is, however a pretty good healer. Ready with an arsenal of herbs, poultices, and magical plants, Elsie has a remedy for most things, presuming you haven’t pissed her off at any point in the recent past. On the inverse of that, Elsie is just as versed in poisons as she is in their antidotes, having relied upon them during her time as an assassin, and then later on developing a fascination for them.

Magical Talents

Muffling Spell - A low-tier spell she learnt as a child, quiets her own footsteps so she can sneak into and out of places more easily.

Pain Killer Spell - Basically magic-morphine except without the being high part. Less painful for the recipient and less exhausting for Elsie than a standard heal spell, it’s useful in a wide variety of circumstances.low-tier

Drowsy Spell - A low-tier spell that’s useful for getting patients to shut up and stop screaming/freaking out/moving whilst she’s trying to carry out more complex procedures and spells.

Calm Spell - A low-tier spell that act to calm the immune response, which can be helpful in treating certain illnesses and injuries, and in relieving symptoms. Also helps with allergies to a certain degree.

Healing (Injuries) - A mid-tier healing spell -> takes a while and is kinda painful for the patient and exhausting for Elsie, but will thoroughly heal any injuries sustained by the target so long as Elsie is aware of them and can direct energy towards them.

Cleanse (Illnesses) - A mid-tier healing spell -> Purges the body of any unwanted ‘foreign bodies’ such as pathogens and toxins completely and thoroughly so long as Elsie is familiar with the thing she’s trying to cleanse (e.g. she couldn’t cure a poison unless she knew what it was). Is, again, time consuming and exhausting, and consequences for failure or misdirection can be dire, ranging from early to late stage symptoms of various autoimmune conditions that can sometimes be more devastating than the initial threat.

Equipment

In her day to day life, she carries a variety of items used in her work as a healer - ranging from commonly used herbs to clean bandages and the like. She also carries a knife, which she claims is for cutting herbs and healer-y things, but is really for self defence, and in case she happens to run into her mentor’s killer.

When travelling, she carries a backpack of standard supplies - water, cured meat in case of an emergency, a change of clothes, rope, a herbalist’s almanac, a notebook and writing implement. She carries a separate pack with a more comprehensive first aid kit as well. If there's a cart for luggage and she's going on a longer journey, she will sometimes take a more comprehensive library, containing volumes on the physiology of different races along with books about more specialist topics than she would usually encounter.

Fears

Abandonment/Betrayal - There’s a reason why she doesn’t let people in. She’s experienced this far too many times from far too many angles to trust that it won’t happen, and it’s something she’s always looking out for. When it does happen, she tries not to let it get to her, but inside, she’s devesetated every time.

Small Spaces - Hiding under the floorboards whilst everyone you ever knew gets brutally murdered will do that to a person.

Being Alone - As much as she pushes people away, being completely alone reminds her a little too much of the past for her to be comfortable with it.

Name
Reignald The Old (Formerly, Reignald the Omen)

Race / Age

Human

Personality

Reignald is a hard man to decipher, and who he is changes a lot from who you ask. People in his hometown will tell you he is a gentle giant. Constantly helping around the village, always with a smile on his face. He will always have kind words for those who approach him, and will serve as shoulder to cry on when needed. Despite being strong as a bull, he wouldn't hurt a fly. A bit overprotective of his daughter, Alana, but ultimately a kind man. The nickname "The Old" just elevates his status as village grandpa.

On the other hand, the men under his command back in his warring days would tell you he was a beast. Stories still spread around camps of the time he broke a man's arm just for daring sneeze while in formation. Ruthless, merciless, and hard as stone. His battlebrothers thought of calling him "the animal" but only stopped out of fear of him ever finding out. Instead, they settled for Reignald the Omen, for when he stepped on the battlefield, it was a sign the tide of battle was about to change.

Backstory

Reignald was born in a small household in the capital, son of a blacksmith and a tailor. Due to his economical situation, he started helping his father in the shop at a very young age. He grew big and strong through the hard labor of the forge, and by his late teens, he was already the sort of man you would not want to pick a fight with. Although he tried to avoid it as much as he could, other kids on his street would constantly pick fights with him, trying to prove their bravery or strenght. Unaware of his strenght, Reignald would end up sometimes hurting someones child more than he intended, earning him constant scoldings and punishments. Despite his lack of combat training, Reignald knew everything his father had to teach him about weaponry.But his place was not making swords, but wielding them. In the same way a blade is forged first with fire and, Reignald had already forged his body, and just like a sword, it was time for him to be tested in battle. He joined the army at age 20. Although he tried to convince himself he did it to repay some of the resources his family had spent raising him, this was far from the truth. Reginald wanted to experience war. He wanted to taste the bloodshed and the real cruelty this world had to offer.

He fought numerous battles in the name of his nation, and by age 40, he had cemented a reputation as a brutal force in the battlefield. This ensured him a small commanding rank, and a little plot of land to call his own. In the span of a couple of years his unit had become efficient, effective, and most importantly, deadly. It wouldnt be until 4 years later that he decided to retire, without much explanation, leaving the command of his men to a trusted aprentice. He would lead a peaceful life for another 6 years, allowing himself to enjoy the fruits of a lifetime of service. But his sword yearned for the embrace of its master, and Reignald knew, deep within, he was born for war.

He tried to re-enlist, but instead, go directed somewhere else. His achivements had not gone unnoticed after all.

"The Virtous Company, eh? Count me in"

Physical Talents
Proficiency with sword, armor and shield.
Military discipline.
Blacksmithing skills.
Above average strenght.




Fears
Reignald constantly questions why exactly does he fight. Constantly tries to convince himself that he is a good person, and that he fights for his country and his ideals. Deep inside, he is afraid to akcnowledge that maybe, just maybe, he is as brutal and savage as the kids in his block once thought he was.

Another great fear of his is losing his daughter, Alana. Although Alana is a grown woman, Reignald can get overprotective of her at times. He specially distrusts Alana's husband, Theodore, and only backs off as per his daughter's request.

This ties to a general fear of losing those who look up to him. Despite his time in the army, Reignald never really got used to losing the people around him, and would constantly put himself in unreasonable danger due to his inability to let go.

"A sword? Only weaklings and unskilled wield a blade, I choose to use my hands as my weapon."



Rosha of the Void



Human / 22



Unlike others Rosha believes herself to be a tool and must follow the orders of those above her, whether the order is something simple as delivering a message to someone in a room across a hallway or kill someone that's across a nation, she doesn't hold her actions as a tool as her own, but as the person who commands her, she sees it as their actions being done through her whether she likes what she has to do or not.

Rosha has an earnest, quiet demeanor, but she also believes in bettering herself and always thinks there is room to improve upon something. She sees orders as the first thing that should be followed and done first, with secondary task being saved for when the primary orders are finished. Rosha on a personal level. Believes in an entity called the void and believes that she gets her strength from the entity through meditation, she also believes that no fight is worth getting into if the opponent doesn't look like they are worth it even if they are begging for a fight, but if they do attempt to attack, she is willing to defend herself but not fight back completely.



Rosha was formerly a member of a cult called the followers of the void, a wandering group of people who believed in an entity called the void that shaped everything to float within an endless expanse called such and those who die believing in him would ascend to a different plain outside of it, and death was only a way to be removed from the void. Rosha, from birth, was ordered to be the group's protector along side a number of others, she along side them were told by their leader to not take the lives of others even if they were to kill one of them or anyone in the cult.

During a long trek through a forest, the cult was ambushed by a group of thieves, and during the fighting Rosha's mother was cut by one of the thieves and acting upon pure impulse, Rosha lost her temper and tackled them to the ground, then beat the thief into a bloody stain, for what seemed like hours she punched the thief for hurting her mother and eventually killed them in the heat of the moment. When she finally came to, the others in the group cast her out, with their leader claiming that she's a brute and a murder for what she had done, with the others listening to the leader they left her without batting an eye.

For two years Rosha wandered the lands, she felt as if she had no purpose in life anymore, that it wasn't worth it to keep going on, as she wandered into a small town, someone asked what was depressing her, once she explained her situation the man suggested that she join Virtuous Company and explained it would give her a purpose once more. After considering the idea, Rosha joined the company, with the lingering thought of being without purpose in her mind, she followed every order given to her, but always mentioned that she'd rather fight using her fist instead of weapons believing them to be more effective.



When she joined the Virtuous company, Rosha not only came up with new moves for her hand to hand fighting, but developed new styles to deal with different types of enemies.

Fist of the Void- Rosha's first style, it's a simple yet powerful style, relying on simple brawling, the style uses somewhat flashy, slow, and very amateur looking wrestling moves, but what makes up for the moves her powerful punches and kicks. It's mostly a style to put herself on a same level with simple fighters and to lull more advanced fighters into a false sense of security.

Destroyer- Rosha's second style, Like in the name the style is meant to do as much damage as possible to her opponent or opponents, the style focuses on Rosha using her brute strength to attack and throwing all of her body weight behind all of her attacks while taking blows while fortify her balance, but the downside to the style is her slow movement and attacks.

Bolt- Rosha's third style, unlike the other two the style is very unrefined, it focuses on using mostly speed and dodging attacks instead of guarding against them or outright taking the blows, the style also uses fast punches such as jabs, hooks, and uppercuts. It's a style that makes Rosha easier to take down due to her not expecting to be hit or harmed while utilizing the style.



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Steel bracers to help in blocking swords



Rosha stands at the height of five-foot-seven with long, straight, black hair stretching from the top of her head down the length of her spine, with her bangs just covering her eyebrows. Rosha has a dark, and nearly caramel colored skin tone, with even darker plump lips. Her eyes are a bright gray color, lighting up the rest of her face, she has a small rounded nose and a smooth rounded chin. Rosha's form is a mix of curvy but also muscular, with her midriff being sculpted six pack, but with flared hips and smooth less muscular thighs. Her arms on the other hand have visible muscles, that when flexed grow two times their original size.

Despite the location or do to not caring too much about clothes, Rosha wears a black, sleeveless Gi made from a dense silk like material, wrapped around her wrist, palm, fingers, and forearms are several bandages and steel bracers, on her feet she wears a pair of dark boots.



-Dying without a reason

-Losing a master

-Have nothing to serve