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Name:
Yuella Whitewing

Alias(es):
Goes by Yuel, very few people know her full name.
Sometimes called Meatshield by other members of the guild.

Gender:
Female

Race:
Half-Elf

Age:
24

Rank:
C

Personality:
Yuel is bold and more than a little on the loud side. Her bravery and courage are known by many, mostly as foolishness. She's bluntly honest and couldn't lie her way out of a wet paper bag. She couldn't talk her way out of a wet paper bag in general. The finer arts such as charisma and cunning and beyond her. She's stubborn to a fault, most often than not refusing to see her own limits and pushing herself far beyond them. She isn't the smartest person around, but she is genuine and even if her methods aren't the best, she always means well. She gets restless and impatient sitting around for long periods of time, as she's more of a woman of action than anything.

History:
Yuel is the youngest of five, four girls and the oldest a boy. Born to Silas and Aryn Whitewing, a family of nobles. Among the blondes and light browns of the rest of her family, her crimson locks made her stand out. Though physically gifted, she quickly fell behind in her studies, even if she did try her best. She could never pick up the ways of bullshitting, so after several embarrassing moments at social events, they started leaving her at home.

Yuel knew she wasn't cut out to be a noble, she also knew that her family didn't like her because she was different. So at the age of twelve, she ran away from home. Slipping out in the middle of the night with a few supplies. She did well at first, making through the first week without any issues. But as her food ran out, she realized she had no idea what she was doing. Thankfully, a travelling merchant picked her up before she starved to death and brought her to the nearest city.

The merchant left her with the city guard, who were known for taking in orphans, runaways, and general misfits and turning them into fine warriors. Yuel was a quick study, skilled in the art of the blade and always eager to learn more. She soon become the strongest of the group, completely oblivious to the jealousy of the other children.

Four years later and a now sixteen year old Yuel had completed her training and was ready to join the city guard. But she had no patience for patrolling the city walls, and those that trained her knew that. Instead, they pointed her in the direction of the local Adventurer's Guild, a place known as Iron Rose, knowing that she was better off somewhere that she could hone her skills further and still be able to do some good. She's been there ever since, having finally found a place that suits a person like herself.

Skills:
Yuel is physically strong, stronger than most women and many men. What she may lack in other areas is made up with the fact that being hit by her is like being trampled by a herd of horses. Her sword strikes so powerful that they've been known to tear through metal armor at times. She's skilled in the art of two handed swords, and using them as either one or two handed weapons. She's skilled in the art of survival, able to live off the land with ease, even with only the most meager of supplies at her disposal. Growing up among nobles allows her to spot bullshit from a mile away. Despite her distinct lack of armor, her defense is excellent and she can take a lot of hits before going down.

Equipment:
Yuel's main weapon is a greatsword that she has named Fluffy. There's nothing special about Fluffy aside from the name, it is well made, but still common grade. Her only armor is a set of steel pauldrons and bracers, both of which are also of common grade. She also has with her a hunting knife, which she uses for, well, hunting, rather than for combat. It is also of common grade.

Anything Else:
Yuel tends to growl at people when first meeting them, or if she doesn't like them.

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Name
Ahnciel (No last name)

Alias(es)
'Ahnci'

Gender
Androgynous, male-pronouns

Race
Chimeric Homunculus

Age
Appears late teens / early twenties

Rank
-Currently Unranked-

Personality
Ahnci is soft spoken and often comes off as timid, though he has developed a nasty habit of 'fear biting'. He is inexperienced with the world and is often seen as naive or even foolish, though has enough street smarts and common sense to avoid dangerous situations if possible. Repeated abuse has worn down any love he would have towards humans as well as inherent disposition, leaving him almost seeming 'hollow' at times. Outside of this, Ahnci is excitable and eccentric when expressing emotions. Curious of this new world outside of servitude, he has a distinct fascination with the accumulation of knowledge and an abstract method of defining experiences and that which he witnesses in an almost poetic way. Ahnci means well, believing in the good in the world but what with murder and theft working out for him so far, hes morally gray as far as problem solving goes.

History
Speaking ill of the dead is not my intention, as they are gone and cannot hear my words no matter how loud I scream.
Existence came as suddenly as one would wake from sleep, and all I knew since then has been one nightmare after the other. It begins with a monster of a man and his monster of a son and ends with both of them dead for their vileness. There would have likely been more, but I was smart enough to know when it was time to leave.
I had spent maybe a day on the run before coming across the perfect place to rest. Unbeknownst to me, the crate of linins was bound to be transferred by boat to destinations unknown to me. Wherever it was, the ship would not reach it as the force of a storm toppled the craft.
To this day, I'm not entirely certain how I survived. I dreamt of a creature within the darkness of the waves who came to my aid, massive as the shore as black as night. Though it did not speak, we came to an understanding that my mortality was left to its mercy and that it had no interest in my soul at that moment. Though I did not hear it speak, I knew words which it etched into my mind; formless syllables and cryptic verses whose very recollection brought power through even the vaguest attempts to pronounce them.
...Existence returned to me as suddenly as one would wake from sleep, dashed upon the shore with the corpses of sailors and passengers as well as their cargo. Understanding the value of coin, I rummaged for what I could fill my pockets with, though I knew nothing regarding what it could be spent on. Monsters had the same idea in mind and I was forced to flee with a small collection of coin, baubles, my cloak and a single shortsword.
It was a shame to abandon the quantity of goods, but surely someone would be interested in the knowledge of it, right? As much as I hate to admit it, I may need help collecting the old master's crossbow from the monsters...and the collected coin may have use, after all.

Mahjikose
Prayers offered to his dark savior whom Ahnci knows only as 'The Fish' are returned with a creeping understanding of the cold abyss. The magic manifests as a physical force composed of wires and hooks intended to harry, maim and bind victims. However, good intentions have controlled this nightmare ink to serve the purpose of keenly suturing and binding wounds, infusing injury with wild essence that stabilizes when united with life force. The result is swift first aid and accelerated healing that snuffs scars...assuming the subject can deal with stitches.
The other half of these boons is a mild manipulation of ice magics. The weak and aura-based spells usually come in the form of conjuring a cloud of frigid fog for obscuring vision and distracting those who enter it with rapidly accumulating frost or freezing small patches of water.
Mainly, the focus of the magic is to offer utility and award creativity.

Skills
Ahnci's small, slim, lithe stature allow ease for fitting into small spaces, hiding or avoiding being struck (With varying success. Boot-sized bruises still linger from recent abuse prior to escape). Standing at roughly 4'10", he is anything but imposing, though he still retains knowledge of 'training' as the duke's son's 'sparring partner', so to speak. His style of fighting is highly undisciplined and leans more towards ambush tactics and cheap shots. Average at fighting defensively.
Leading up to his escape, Luciel had plenty of practice in picking locks to undo his binds. However, magical locks are currently beyond his expertise.
Animalistic splices left him with discerning cat-like eyes able to see reasonably well in low-light conditions. Additionally, he sports pronounced upper and lower K9s and a determined bite would certainly hurt.

Equipment
1 steel shortsword treated to be rust resistant but still common class.
A cloak shoddily crafted from a thick portion of a now tattered tapestry. It serves as common-class light armor and likely belonged to a prestigious lineage in some distant land.
A simple pocketwatch, two ornate rings too big for him to wear...likely stolen.
A keyring holding various pieces of slim metal beaten into the shape of a makeshift lockpick set ('common' class).
Two flasks found at the scene of the wreck which Luciel assumed was water until getting his first taste, their contents seem to serve well for aiding in starting fires, though (sailors' rum).
About 7 silver in an assortment of coins .

Anything Else
- Given the region which he learned to speak in, Luciel carries a bit of an accent vhich I vill be inflictink upon readers. On top of this, his linguistics are shoddy at times and the prose with which he speaks is often either over formalized or abstract like internal musings, a testament to the depth of his mistreatment.
- Opposed to the nature of the entity he made a pact with, Luciel is a less than impressive swimmer. If anything, he has a bit of hydrophobia for any amount of water more than waist deep.

Name: Alexander Pacifier

Nickname: (For those close to him) Alex

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 24

Rank:
C-ranked

Personality:
Calm in almost every certain situation is Alexander's character defining trait. Even in the direst of circumstances, he still emerged with his cool temperament and seldom fazed by stress or pressure, and he normally speaks with a collected, smooth and icy tone that could freeze your spine (not really). But in some rare occasions, he may still lose control of his behavior if you frustrates him by insults. Not to him, but to his book collections. Alexander loves reading, to the point of mere obsessions. He believes it is a key to the gate leading to world domination.

Alexander has a solid grasp of the definition of honor, justice and morality, but because of the extent of his studying of the world, he is more or less 'mature' in his views, and is a realist. He does not see the world in a rose-colored glasses, and believes the end justifies the means. This can lead to him putting behind him his moral codes for the sake of a bigger picture. He can sometimes be cruel and cold-hearted, but not without logical reasons. But in general, he is helpful, honorable and generally respected by those who fought by his side.

History:

Magic: Despite having a decent knowledge about magic, he cannot use or learn any of these, and is vulnerable to it.

Skills:

Alexander's father, Philip, was a seasoned and accomplished commander in the Royal Army of Irithia, and once fought in the great three kingdom. Through his father's teaching, Alexander had not only inherited his father's ideology in the art of battle tactics, but he also found his inner desire for knowledge and decent understanding in martial art and ranged combat. Alexander is physically fit and is adept in unarmed combat, as he is capable of fending off against weak monsters in a one on one situation. He has also proven to be a good shooter, capable of shooting his one-handed crossbow with considerable accuracy.

But perhaps his most valuable and deadly skill is his intellect. In a combat scenario, if you fight long enough to let him study you, chances are you better dig your own grave. Because of his great adaptability, he is capable of steadily studying his opponents, conducting certain analysis of their actions to determine the best course of strategy for his team. Even though not all of his judgement is correct, and he is not correct every time his deductions come to life, but the pinpoint accuracy of the result of his knowledge is deadly.

Equipment:

-One handed crossbow and a bunch of small pocketed arrow magazines (Masterwork-grade): His main fighting weapon aside from hand-to-hand fighting. A gift from a certain blacksmith, who had been his long acquaintance and friends in the adventure guild. He specially designed the bow to be more small, convenient yet still retain some of the power of a two-handed crossbow. Not as powerful as the commonly used, but it can be fired with one hand semi-automatically without the need to reload every single shot. Instead, he will need to change the magazine for every five shots

-Spyglass (Common-grade): For observation

Armor:

-Standard Knight armor (Common-grade)

-Dark colored cape (Common-grade)

Anything Else:
He has a certain collection of books with a variety of fields in his possession, to slake his thirst for knowledge. Sometimes, in an expedition, he would carry a bag full of books just to read it, regardless of its inconvenience.

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Name:
Clara Sol

Alias(es):
Clara

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

Age:
17 years old

Rank:
C rank

Personality:
She is a bright girl who will greet people with a cheerful smile on her face. She is also curious, wanting to learn about anything and everything, especially knowledge related to alchemy. Alchemy is her hobby. She can synthesize in front of her cauldron for an entire day without tiring, to the point of even forgetting to eat. If she has free time, she will synthesize.

History:
Born in a small village out in the boonies, she would've ended as an ordinary village wife and mother if not for a disease that one day appeared out of nowhere and claimed most of the villagers' life, including her parents. She and the remaining others would've died too if not for Fate sending the famed alchemist Lana Winstred to their place. Lana was just happened to pass by their village when the plague took place. She couldn't revive the dead, as such a feat was beyond even her legendary skill as an alchemist, but she saved all the remaining villagers, including Clara. This event led to Clara being amazed by the power of alchemy, leading to her asking to become Lana's apprentice. Lana at first refused but when Clara created a basic healing salve using her cauldron without being taught, she saw talent in the girl; talent she wanted to cultivate since alchemists were quite rare in this world. And so she took her under her wing, thus changing the fate of the girl forever.

Years passed with them travelling together, and Clara thought her master would stay with her forever. But one day, Lana told her that she had to leave her, as she had to go to some place she couldn't take her to, and that she would entrust her with her equipments. "An alchemist gathers her knowledge from the world. So travel the world and see it with your own two eyes. Become a true alchemist," she said to her.

And thus, Clara did as she was told. She travelled the world as an adventurer, living by fulfilling the requests of the populace. It had been two years since Lana left, and she was now quite comfortable as her role as a wandering alchemist.

Magic:
The only magic she can use is one innate to alchemists, that is to duplicate their items, allowing them to use them in combat without exhausting their stock. Of course, the duplicated item is nowhere near as powerful as the original item, and it will vanish in a few minutes if not used, so they had to use it right away.

Skills:
As an alchemist, she has a keen-eye for any materials in the wild that she can take. Her knowledge of materials are quite vast. You can rely on her to tell whether or not a mushroom is poisonous. She also knows what parts from a monster she could take to be her ingredients and she's not shy to dissect a monster into pieces for their materials. She is also a good cook though she does her cooking using alchemy.

Equipment:
Weapon:
1. Alchemist's Staff (Common-grade)
Pretty standard with no enhancements since she does most of her fights with items.
2. Dagger (Magic-grade)
Enhanced dagger she used to loot monsters for their body parts. Enhanced in sharpness and precision so she can dissect them with ease.

Armor:
1. Alchemist's Cloak (Magic-grade)
She created the fabric by alchemy, giving them properties that grant them far more resistance to attacks than they look.
2. Wind Boots (Magic Grade)
She created the leather by alchemy, giving them properties that grant her speed, allowing her to dodge attacks more easily.

Item:
1. Fire Bomb (Common-grade)
The standard bomb, giving an explosion of force and heat.
2. Ice Bomb (Common-grade)
A bomb that drops the temperature of the area inside its explosion rapidly.
3. Thunder Bomb (Common-grade)
A bomb that shocks anything inside its range
4. Wood Bomb (Magical-grade)
A bomb that sends off tiny, sharp splinters of wood inside its explosion radius. The splinters were also coated with poison, adding to the cruelty of it.
5. Healing Salve (Common-grade)
A salve that can instantly heal little cuts and bruises. Useless against bigger wounds.
6. Healing Potion (Magical grade)
A potion that can instantly heal large wounds.

Anything Else:
She travels around with her beast of burden. Originally owned by Lana, it now belongs to her as it carries around her alchemy cauldron and ingredients. It is a magical beast, capable of carrying many heavy stuff without tiring. Normally, it carries around a cauldron and its mixing stick, a wooden chest that stores ingredients Clara use for her alchemy, and some bags carrying miscellaneous items that Clara will need in her journey.

Name:
Irene Rendower

Alias(es):
None so far

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

Age:
21

Rank:
C

Personality:
Irene would describe herself as a “seeker of beauty”, which is absolutely true, but not in the way most might think. Irene does not merely seek random baubles that look mildly attractive, nor is she satisfied with a handful of handsome people around her. Instead, she seeks to make every aspect of her life “beautiful” to some degree, believing that everything can and should be beautified through proper action. Anything from the way someone eats to how they walk can be made “beautiful”, and Irene won’t stand for anything less than perfection on the part of herself and others. Anybody that isn’t quite “beautiful” yet is to be encouraged to become so, and anyone that can’t be must be avoided.

However, Irene is rarely an overtly mean spirited person. If she finds someone distasteful for their lack of “beauty” she will not be openly hostile, instead preferring to either subtly hint at their potential for change or politely avoid their company. She is also not above helping others, as she believes that part of being “beautiful” is to adhere to the idea of “Noblesse Oblige”, and so will perform seeming acts of charity and sacrifice in the name of her own ideology. Her willingness to act on behalf of others is not limitless, however, and expecting her to go beyond simple and easy acts of kindness will not work out. Ultimately, she is someone who will do seemingly nice things for her own reasons, though she is hardly a “good person” in the traditional sense of the word.

History:
House Rendower is one of the noble houses of Irithia, of which Irene is a child of its current patriarch. Horatio Rendower is a corpulent and ugly man, and is equally ugly in personality, being one of the kingdom’s biggest sycophants and is well known for stuffing his face recklessly at many social gatherings. His children are also renowned for their bad habits and terrible looks, and have come to be collectively known as “Rendower’s Monsters”. Irene, being the only one among the current Rendower household that isn’t as repulsive as the rest, grew to despise the way they acted and looked. At social events, she was constantly embarrassed by their bad behaviour, and wished she could be a part of just about any other family in Irithia. She developed a highly contrarian lifestyle, seeking beauty in all things almost as a way to spite the family that she resented so much.

As she grew up, Irene became aware of the existence of the Iron Rose Adventurer’s Guild, and desired to join their ranks. She saw them as both an escape from the repulsive house of Rendower and as the heralds of a romantic lifestyle of adventure and exploration. She threw herself into martial studies so that she might prepare herself to leave for the guild’s headquarters. She even pestered some of the realm’s greatest knights for advice and training, as though some of the Rendower children had martial ability, none of them made for a remotely adequate teacher. Eventually, she felt confident enough to go forth and join the guild, and left her family without a word. Given their dispositions, they ultimately cared little for her departure, with her father only mildly irked by the scandal of one of his daughters abandoning the family. However, given he was smart enough to know his reputation was already practically mud, even that mattered little in the end.

Arriving in Swynport, Irene immediately made a great effort to initiate herself into the ranks of the Iron Rose guild’s membership. While not everything about them was “beautiful” enough for her liking, they were the biggest and most renowned guild in the land, and so Irene considered it the perfect place to make a new home within. She has been a regular member of the Guild for three years now, and fully intends to one day make the rank of Legend, believing it to be the most “beautiful” ideal one can strive for.

Magic:
Irene is an Electromancer, and can send forth strikes of lightning at her enemies. Irene considers the swift and deadly bolts to be the most “beautiful” way of magically dispatching her foes that she can imagine.

Skills:
-If there’s one thing Irene has taught herself to do, it’s to pretend she’s perfectly fine with everything around her while she couldn’t be less okay with any of it. Having grown up in the Rendower household, she had to learn to ignore her family’s disgusting habits and carry on as though nothing was wrong. She has thus developed a general ability to maintain her cool under pressure and discomfort.

-As many an aristocrat does, Irene knows how to ride a horse. She does not possess a horse any longer, but she certainly knows how to use one if she ever needs to.

-Having practically forced her way into learning from some of Irithia’s knights, Irene knows a fair bit about swordplay from the perspective of Irithian martial arts.

Equipment:
Steel Sword – Common Grade
Chainmail Armour – Common Grade

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Name:
Derrien Palaiologos

Alias(es):
Bard, Rolve.

Gender:
Male

Race:
Elf.

Age:
23

Rank:
D

Personality:
Derrien is a free spirit. The Elven ways of living isolated and free have made him into an easily impressed person, though he is quick to bore and rarely gives things more than one look. Derrien is socially stunted even amongst other Elves, but this socially stunted nature seemingly disappears when around a female of any intelligent race, whereupon he becomes incredibly flirtatious and nigh-shameless, aggressively pursuing a relationship with his chosen target. Otherwise, Derrien is mostly all serious conversation around others, though he sometimes tosses in a sarcastic or insulting quip. Derrien's main form of expression is through music, which he sees as a focusing area for all of his emotional struggles and pleasures. Derrien is much more likely to discuss when the topic revolves around music, especially his own. When on the topic of music, Derrien is a much more emotional speaker, discussing the intricacies of music and his own understanding of it. These conversations are the only way Derrien expresses his worldview outside of his music or perhaps one or two small statements otherwise.

Derrien's worldview itself is a belief that life, fleeting as it is, is to be enjoyed for what it is, and that wasting time on endeavors such as work or education, is pointless. Life is better spent enjoying your freedom, and Derrien sees joining the guild as a chance to learn how to do that better. Derrien's deepest fear is that of being abandoned by someone he trusts, so he makes sure to never trust anyone, and is thus very paranoid and as a result quite observant. Derrien avoids getting attached to anyone, and often acts angrily and rudely to drive others away when he feels like they're getting too close.

History:
Born in the forests of western Rode, Derrien lived his childhood in a small Elven retreat. His father was well-known around the area for his magical talent, and Derrien inherited at least a small amount of that. His father tutored him in the magical arts from a young age. Derrien's father quickly grew frustrated with Derrien's lack of care for magic and preference for music.

This came to a head when Derrien used the money his father gave to him for a magic staff to purchase an enchanted panflute, which allowed him to cast spells without the need of a staff and gave him the chance to continue making music. Derrien's father, never pleased with the fact that his son had yet to express any extreme magical talent, decided to take Derrien into the forests for a long magical training session.

When they arrived, Derrien's father suddenly disappeared, and Derrien was left alone, lost in the forest. He only barely made it back to the retreat. Derrien's father was never seen again. Derrien continued tuning his art, and despite the bad memories associated with it, he continued practicing magic. Derrien eventually grew bored of this, and left the Elven retreat to see the world, joining up with the Adventurer's Guild for a chance to see more of it, and maybe meet some nice girls on the way.

Magic:
Derrien's magic is channeled through his panflute, allowing for it to effect anyone who hears the flute. He can use this to improve moods, intimidate others, and invigorate allies. These abilities can be used in combat or to subtly influence others outside of it. Derrien's flute magic is focused on increasing the ability of allies, weakening foes, or defending himself, but he does have offensive spells, such as powerful whistles that can break ear-drums, and the ability to blast flame through the panflute itself. Other than the abilities relying on the flute, Derrien has other utility spells such as haste, and weak offensive attacks like a zap of magical energy, fired from the finger-tips. His lute can also be used to perform weaker versions of his flute-songs. His spell repertoire is small and seemingly unworthy, but they are all utilitarian.

Skills:
Derrien is a middling sword-fighter, talented lute player, and excellent flute player. He is agile and dexterous, and a skilled climber.

Equipment:
-Magic Panflute
-Normal bastard sword.
-Normal lute.
-Normal leather vest.

Anything Else:
-Favorite color is Purple
-Favorite food is mushroom soup
-Heterosexual

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Name:
Grisia Greyrat

Alias:
Grey Rat (Amongst the street urchins from his hometown)

Gender:
Male

Race:
Half-Elf

Age:
17

Rank:
C

Personality:
If asked to describe Grisia in a single word, most of his friends would certainly choose the word "misleading" as soon as possible. The why for this quick choice of wording isn't exactly mysterious , as the behaviour of the young male is nowhere near what one would expect from the somehow aloof aura and constantly apathetic expression he wears while in the process of accepting requests, being, in fact, the exact opposite of what his emotionless facade tries to demonstrate: carefree, easygoing and surprisingly unruly, Grisia has been recognized by his friends as an individual known by his inherent disposition towards lazing around, often acting while ignoring his dutied and obligations in favour of simply napping around or wasting his time with similarly pointless things, from seemingly harmless activities such as cloud gazing to completely irresponsible acts such as messing around and drinking with strangers while undercover in a foreign country, completely ignoring the fact that he lacks any permission to be there.

In truth, though, Grisia isn't that far from being the heartless monster that many of those who only saw his emotionless and stern act think - for he is, after all, a street urchin who actually had to struggle to maintain his life since the very start of his life, and as such, he is not only capable of killing without a hint of remorse and hardly taking it as something big but also seems to actually enjoy the act of fighting, taking pleasure out of bloodshed and seemingly enjoying fighting to the point of clearly showing a grin when struggling against an equally strong or stronger than himself opponent - something that he regards as naught but a "bad habit".

That being said, Grisia isn't actually a psychotic monster or anything of the genre, having quite the gentle and outgoing personality when out of the battlefield - to the point of being previously regarded as a flirt by some of his companions, assumption that was quickly countered by how he seems to be easily made flustered by bold women - and easily getting along with people, often finding himself happily joking and messing around with a group of strangers that he never talked with before a few minutes after meeting them.

History:
Born from unknown parents who he never meet and raised amidst the savagery of the slums located in an independent city of Rhodes, Grisia is what most people would call a miracle - for living 17 years without becoming either a criminal or a body was something unimaginable when considering his previous experiences - who lived through all the street urchin gangs (rats, as they were dubbed) fights, struggle for food and overall dangerous environment of the slums. What made him so different from the thousands of other orphans and street urchins who had the same background and poor luck? Easy: Talent - for he was, after all, a natural thief who could already bypass the senses of an experienced adventurer and take away just enough coins for they not to notice from their pockets even before he reached adulthood... And this was exactly what gave him the opportunity to escape from the hellish slums.

It was in one of his "working moments" - as he liked to call the act of mixing with a crowd and relieving some specially wealthy looking travelers from part of their wealth - back when he was around twelve years old that he managed to, by sheer lack (or maybe excess) of luck, get caught. He didn't mess up with the act, of course, perfectly taking what he wanted from his target and preparing to get away with it when one of his target's companions noticed his act and, with all the skill of a C ranked adventurer, caught him before he could run away - no need to say that this was the equivalent of death for a rat, for no one really cared about the death of someone without any background and as such he could, and most certainly would, easily be killed without any repercussions... Or so he thought.

Turns out that instead of being killed, Grisia was recruited by the person he tried to pickpocket, a man he'd later know aa Briggs. Turns out that Briggs and his two companions - a female human mage named Roselia and a male half-elf ranger named Alvin - were actually an adventurer party passing by, with Briggs himself being a B ranked adventurer and his companions being C ranked and even more surprisingly they were interested on him, for the simple fact that he was able to bypass Briggs awareness - even if due to his own lack of attention - in despite of his young age was already more than enough to impress the adventurer, motivating him to ask the youth to join them as a junior member - something that he obviously accepted to do, for it was not like he had other choice to start with.

For the following two years, he accompanied the adventurers in their adventures, learning and sharpening new skills in the process - including social ones, previously unimportant for him - and for the first time knowing how a family felt, until the day were the moment of parting ways finally came, for the now completely B ranked party - with the other two members succeding in attaining this rank in the period of two years - left Grisia behind in the adventurer's guild of Swynport to depart in an adventure impossible for them until that moment: The now B ranked party was out to explore Morburne.

The result? They never came back, leaving Grisia behind to become a solo adventurer for the following three years as they completely disappeared after entering the cursed land of the demons - and thus making going there and discovering what truly happened with them the young male's main, if not sole, objective.
Magic:
Spatial Magic - Grisia has started learning Spatial Magic since around a year ago, having some minor proficiency in using it - though he doesn't seem to be really skilled as of now, with Blink being the only spell he can use in combat.


Skills:
Capable Swordsman - Having been using a falchion himself for the last three years and gaving received training in wielding a sword for 2 years before that, Grisia can somehow wield swords satisfactorily by now - though he's nowhere near the level of a knight or even a classically trained individual in technique alone.

Dagger Wielding - Grisia is unsurprisingly skilled in using daggers and similarly stilled weapons - a skill common to pretty much every single street urchin in tue slums.

Throwing Technique - Grisia seems to be specially skilled when it comes to throwing knifes and daggers as well as other random tools, from interesting gadgets to rocks, having an abnormally keen accuracy and finesse when using throwing weapons - a result of years using this technique as a makeshift way of defending himself from the bigger children who tried to steal his earnings.

Thief Skillset - Being an experienced thief trained since childhood, Grisia has acquired a plethora of skills related to robbery as a whole, including but not restricted to lockpicking, stealth, trap detection and even dismantling.

Abnormal Awareness - Due to how he constantly had to pay attention to his surroundings in order to stay alive in the slums as well as all the uses this ability had for an adventurer, Grisia developed the ability/habit of constantly paying attention to everything around himself to the point where he hardly miss even minor alterations in the space around him.

Enhanced Agility - Being created in such an hostile environment and having a naturally lean - and thus physically weaker - body type, Grisia became truly skilled in the art of dodging and running away, being no stranger to acrobatics, climbing and contortionism.

Equipment:

Blue Eagle - Magic Grade
A blue colored falchion enchanted with the ability to expand it's length to a certain extent and reduced weight. Normally assumes the form of a common, 80 cm long falchion, being capable of expanding to up to 2 meters long without any change in weight.

Throwing Daggers - Common Grade, 12 units
Your simple, everyday throwing daggers. Favoured weapon of thiefs and assassins alike.


Anything Else:
TBD

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Name:
Liv & Vitus
_{"It's a little hard to explain..."
"Understatement of the era."}

Gender:
"Ugh."
"Ugh."

Physically Female
Female (Liv)/ Male (Vitus)

Race:
Human (Both)

Age:
20 (Liv)/ 32 (Vitus)

Rank:
D-Rank

Personality:
"Devilishly handsome and bitch, respectively."
"Don't you mean utterly useless and warrior?"

Vitus, although he has 'accepted' his position in life, has not exactly gotten any happier about it since the incident. While the two of them have forged a tentative alliance of necessity, it doesn't stop Vitus from being an absolute pain Liv's backside. He's very sarcastic, often openly atagonizing Liv while she's in control. He doesn't do this out of any desire to open a rivalry between the two, just a way of playfully annoying his unwilling partner. He tends to carry the same attitude over to anybody he talks to, and he really has no desire to not be astoundingly punchable.

When he's in control of the body, it is only subtlely different. Vitus is the calm and collected yin to Liv's wild and rash yang, and he prefers gathering as much information as he can about a situation before he makes any decisions to move forward. Everything seems slower with him at the wheel; cool and calculating.

Vulgar, eager, and passionate--those are the three words that most are able to draw from Liv at a glance. While still getting accustomed to the idea of sharing her body with another, permanent resident, she's been able to...almost accept Vitus's presence. Liv's personality runs on the fiery side, and if she could punch her snarky soulmate of sorts, she absolutely, 100% would. The behavior doesn't exactly shift when she's dealing with others--her personality makes her a little abrasive to be around if she doesn't respect you enough to hold her tongue.

When in control of the body, Liv's quicker to spring into action. Though keen and perceptive in her own right, the very temporary nature of her abilities and the need to get close and personal has made her more adept to flying by the seat of her pants than in Vitus's more meticulous planning. Under Liv's command, it's act quick or be swept away by an unyielding torrent of fire.

History:
Vitus was an average, if ambitious young adult before a little brat showed up and caused his whole life to go straight to the shitter. He grew up in a small village in Rhode. His life was nothing short of uninteresting, save for the fact that he grew up hearing tales of adventurers and even getting the chance to see some of them as went about daily life. With little-to-no fighting ability of his own, it was understandable that Vitus turned to magic as his adventuring foothold.

It happened that Vitus found himself no to terribly good at casting normal magic either. He wasn't able to channel his own energy too terribly well, and he had just been getting discouraged with his lot in life when one of the casters told him about a different type of magic. He'd been trying to learn how to channel magical energy through himself, but it was also possible to channel magical energy through existing energy. This was where he first learned the art of Soul Casting, and while not the coolest sounding arcane art, he was finally able to cast magic like a natural.

Born and raised in a small, intimate little "clan" (for lack of a better word), Liv knew from a young age that she'd be some sort of Adventurer, there had never been any question about it. Most of the people in her family had been Adventurers--a good way to obtain the ammunition that they needed for their magic. After all, almost everyone had been able to utilize some form of Liv's Soul Forging magic, why not earn some magic out of it in the process? Hearing stories of places far from home was enamoring, and Liv couldn't help but want to be able to live it herself.

First, she just had to obtain some weapons.

It was an unfortunate decision, really, that Liv decided to be young and brash. Unfortunate that she didn't seem to notice that most members of her family didn't have the need to continue carrying the souls they used with them, and those that did had methods to do so with. Unfortunate that Liv tried to carry souls that didn't belong to her in her own body. Fortunately, she was young, brash, and weak--things could have gone worse if she'd tried to take the souls of anything particularly strong. As it was, she suffered from a few days of a cataconic state and a permanently slowed rate of aging. Nothing too severe compared to going insane.

After a shaky recovery and a a few years more of training, Liv decided that it was time for her to leave and finally enroll in the Guild--if only that was what actually happened. What actually happened was that she had heard a few whispered rumors about a certain someone that utilized souls for their magic, but utilized them in ways that, according to her family's teachings, weren't safe...so she sought Vitus out, prepared to do anything to set him straight.

So, imagine Vitus's surprise when a teenager showed up at his university, clad in armor that appeared to be ancient, and did not fit her at all. There was plenty of shouting to be had, something about Vitus's method of magic casting being 'wrong', and something about Liv being out way past her curfew. Imagine Vitus's double surprise when the child grew frustrated enough to challenge him to a duel over their differing styles; an offer that Vitus took because, hey, how hard could it be to beat up a snotty teen?

At least, that's what he thought right up until she almost lopped his head off with her first swing.

It was during this duel, after the metaphorical gloves had come off, that they found something interesting happening. Neither of them could quite gain the upper hand, athough they were still landing hits against the other. The match was fairly even up to the end, with both of them teetering on the brink of death. However, by some twist of fate, there was no winner of this fight. Both Liv and Vitus landed their killing blow at the same time, causing a wild reaction between the two styles of magic.

Vitus's style attempted to capture Liv's soul for future use, while Liv's gem worked at absorbing Vitus's soul. In essence, Vitus collected Liv's soul and they were both sucked back into the now-empty body of Liv. Vitus was killed, while Liv was reanimated as some sort of psuedo-undead creature; a ghost possessing a corpse.

With the two of them technically possessing the body, they found themselves inexorably linked together. One person could control their actions as normal, while the other was forced to sit on the sidelines and shout, unable to do anything but watch through shared senses as their body moved on it's own. However, with two equally powerful souls, it was found that this 'control' would constantly shift between the two without warning, and neither of them could predict when a shift of dominance would happen. They've been living like this ever since; a forced cooperation between two rivals eventually blooming into a reluctant team.

It was only recently that the two both agreed they could probably do better as adventures, and not just getting by off the land and what supplies they could pawn off for cash. Adventuring seemed more profitable than trying to hunt down woodland creatures for every meal of the day, and they both decided to enroll in the Guild, Vitus making sure that they looked in tip-top shape to hopefully pass under any 'no-undead' clauses.

Magic:
Vitus
Vitus employs an arcane cating method known loosely as 'Soul Casting'. It's not a popular method of magic, as some people seem to take offense with people using the souls of dead things as fuel for power. The main focus of Soul Casting is to channel arcane energy through life energy, transforming it into magic. There are some drawbacks of course: First of all, Vitus has to have to souls to be able to use them, although this is a factor where Liv's actually been helpful; the gem in their chest serves as a soul storage for the duo. Secondly, the spell strength is directly linked to the strength of the soul. A soul from a single rat or measly chicken or something less powerful wouldn't make for a very strong cast.

With soul casting, Vitus is able to fill a few roles: He can fight offensively, turning souls into elemental energy and throwing them at enemies, or he can act as a psuedo-healer, forcing the life energy in a soul to bolster existing life energy and heal wounds (a trick made necessary by the fact that their body doesn't heal on it's own anymore).

Liv
Much like Vitus, Liv employs a magic dealing with the soul. Unlike Vitus, LIv employs 'Soul Forging', which is...not really suited for most legitimate mages. Utilizing a soul, Liv is able to "reforge" it into a tangible form. In her case, she reforges the souls into weapons. For all intents and purposes, she could theoretically use any type of soul for this ability, but it's most reliable and effective (and not to mention less frowned upon) when she utilizes the souls of monsters. As far as obtaining the souls, Liv is capable only of removing the souls from beings that are very recently deceased or in the process of dying, with the latter being easier for her to work with.

Forging a soul into a weapon frequently takes on properties of the owner of the soul--what shape it is, what abilities it may or may not have, what attributes it possesses...all decided the first time that Liv ever forges that particular soul's weapon. These things never change after the first time that Liv reforges the soul. That said, reforging the first time can take a few hours, but once a soul has been given a tangible form once, forging it back into its weapon form only takes a few moments.

Unfortunately, forcing a soul to become tangible does have its drawbacks. For one, the effect isn't permanent. Most of the time, the weapon doesn't last for longer than a few minutes at a time. More than that, the effects are taxing on the soul itself, and utilizing the same one too frequently can cause permanent damage to the soul, which leads to damaged weapons--this type of damage can't be fixed through Liv's magic. Of course, being able to forge and potentially possess any weapon doesn't mean that Liv is capable of using every soul in her arsenal either. She's only able to wield one reforged weapon at a time, for one thing, and though the soul-forged weapons are easier to use for complete beginners in the most basic sense, they don't make their wielders a master of the art. Liv's ability to use her weapons comes almost solely from what she herself is capable of.

Unfortunately for Liv, since starting to utilize her magic at full force, even before the unfortunate incident with Vitus, her body had issues aging. A few incidents from before she obtained her gem resulted in Liv trying to carry more than one soul in her body, which anyone could tell you is a terrible idea. Her age hasn't quite been able to catch up since.

Skills:
"I can make a mean casserole..."
"You used poisonous mushrooms last time."
"Yeah, and it was pretty mean!""

When combat is needed, Liv is the girl you want to go to. Despite a younger, smaller body and a relatively young age, Liv has been at practice since she was first able to hold a weapon in her hand. Family values aside, the woman had always known that she would have to eventually learn how to take down a monster. As it turns out, Liv has a natural affinity towards violence--she's a damn natural on the battlefield, and her ability to quickly swap between weapons thanks to her magic has made her a force to reckon with.

Vitus meanwhile, is better at tasks that take some concentration or level of detailed thinking. He picks up many topics quite quickly, and there's not many things that can escape his keen eye. It used to be a fairly decent smooth-talker, well versed in the art of persuasion, to the point where he was considering becoming a con-artist if the whole 'magic' thing didn't work out. Getting stuck in body that looks like it belongs to an angry teenager has slightly diminished the effectiveness of this strategy, however.

Equipment:
"You did take the stuff off my body, right? ...Liv? Right?"
"Absolutely not, interloper."

Soul Gem
A gem that Liv formerly carried around--now it's just stuck in her chest. In order to provide her magic a higher level of efficiency, her family provided her the Soul Gem. It has the ability to contain and aid in the redirection of souls that Liv draws from her targets. It makes for easier utilization of both her abilities and Vitus's, but doesn't do much else other than look shiny.

Scalemail
Liv's armor is scalemail, and it is old. Passed down to her from her mother, who received it from...well, Liv's not entirely sure where the armor came from. By the time that it was given to her, it was not only old and somewhat worn, but also wildly unfitted for the girl's slowly growing body. It still hangs a little large on her, but she hasnt had the time or patience to try and obtain a new set, so this is the best that she can do.

Survival Kit
Liv and Vitus carry around a large backpack full of the things they found useful before applying as an adventurer. It's just your basic assortment of camping goods; flint and steel, waterskins, etc.

Emergency Dagger
Vitus's reccomendation; the two always have a dagger sheathed somewhere on their body. It tends to alterneate between being sheathed on their waist and sheathed in one of their boots, depending on who actually used it last.

Anything Else:
As mentioned before, Liv and Vitus's body is, by all accounts, a corpse. While their possesion of the body allows for them to 'sense' things like a normal human, their sense of feeling has greatly diminished. Pain is dulled at worst, and there have been more than one occasion where neither of them realized a bone was broken until it snapped back into place during Vitus's maintenance.

Liv's body used to age slowly as a result of a few mishaps with her magic. While she is physically twenty, her body still looks like it's about to reach its late teens at best.

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Name: Lumi

Alias(es): The Cosmomancer

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

Age:
16

Rank:
D

Personality:
Lumi is a spiritual person. Due to her origin, (a small village.) She is unfamiliar with people other than humans, making her quite afraid of fauna and abnormalities. Past her initial fear, she shows interest in different people, trying to learn as much as she can about the outside world. She has a little small town pride and is not afraid to show it. She often stresses and makes irrational decisions in high pressure situations, having little emotional control. She is fairly educated and does have a sharp intuition when in control of her emotion and is more able to make more logical decisions when calm.

History:
Lumi was born and raised in the Lunar Valley, a small village known for their in depth space research. A group of scientist banished from Sirris due to their lack of faith in star gods formed a colony, where they are free to study science and map out the stars without being a threat to anyones "god" or the publics faith. This colony of scientist were the first to learn and control the magic of constellation summoning. 3 generations later, Lumi was born. The middle child of the Crest family, with the crest symbol in gold on her forehead.
In regular life, Lunar Valley villagers enter education early in life. Most children study the stars primarily, prepping them to adopt the regular lifestyle. Magic classes are also taught, focusing in on summoning and linking with the stars. Raising warriors while providing education was the best way to defend the valley. The valley has only one or two slim entrances, so trained civilians can defend the town. Rather than choosing a more traditional scientist path, Lumi chose to pursue a more combat focused career in her early life. She chose to join the valley guard force, which only had 3 members.
Soon she realized that keeping her combat in the town only was limiting her. By the age of 16, she set off from home seeking a better pay and a more adventurous lifestyle.

Magic:
Lunar Magic (Linked to stars and moon)
-Is stronger in the night/with star visible

Basic Spells:
-Can summon basic damage blast, (alike to magic missile from Dnd - engl393-dnd5th.wikia.com/wiki/Magic_M…)
-Can do allied shielding, doesnt work on summons (not practiced enough)

Summoning:
-Summons have no separate sentience besides their natural animal instinct
-Lumi can share animal vision (see through the animals eyes, but sacrificing her own current vision)
-Can summon animals from constellations
-Exmple: Leo turns into a lion to fight for her
-Most summons last no longer than 1 hour
-Potions can be taken to increase endurance for big fight

Skills:
-Cant swim very well

-Better vision in night due to family blood (forehead crest)
-Knowledgable on navigating from stars
-Can drive a cart/Control a horse
-Knows how to write

Equipment:

Weaponry:
(Magic Grade) Lunar Staff - A long lightweight wooden staff, carved from dark oak. It had some accents made with regular steel, and can deliver a good knockout thwack melee wise. Mostly used to channel basic spells.

Armor:
(Magic Grade) Summoner Stone - Worn to enhance summoning speed and strength, but also as a defense item. When a creature is summoned, all damage done to Lumi will be lessened for her, but inflicted onto her current summon.

Regular:
Common small spice cylinder from valley
Common pen + paper
Common star map
Common Backpack
Common Cloth Armor (lightweight)

Anything Else:

Name:
Wrenning Harper

Alias(es):
Wren

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Age:
19

Rank:
D

Personality:
Wren is a free-spirited and kind farm-boy with a knack for getting into trouble. He hates
to see people get hurt, while also being reckless and prone towards breaking rules. He possesses an enthusiasm that can be exasperating at times and sometimes speaks without thinking, something that has gotten him into trouble in the past. He also has a love of exploration and adventure that he inherited from his uncle.

Lacking any formal education, Wren has limited knowledge of the world and doesn't know how to read very well, something he is rather subconscious about. Magic is also completed foreign to him and he is impressed by even the simplest spells.

History:
Wrenning “Wren” Harper was born in a tiny, ice-bound village in the mountains between Rhode and Sirris. Growing up, he idolized his uncle William, an adventurer who would visit from time to time with gifts and stories for his nieces and nephews. Wren knew that he wanted to be an adventure too, and he spent hours of his childhood running around in the woods pretending to fight monsters and discover treasure. His antics often got him in trouble, but his kind nature and childish charm were usually enough to get him out of it.

Unfortunately, when Wren was 19 his village was struck by famine. There wasn’t enough food to go around the table, so he decided to leave home and try his luck as an adventurer in hopes that he could bring home enough money to save his village. Taking his father’s elven-made crossbow with him, Wren set out for the life of adventure he had always dreamed of, albeit for less than ideal reasons.

Eventually, he found his uncle’s old guild, the Iron Rose Adventurers, and was informed that William had gone missing eight months ago on a mission to the Ancient Marsh. Wren was not deterred however, and joined the guild more motivated than before. He now hopes to not only save his home town, but to journey to the Ancient Marsh and find his uncle.

Skills:
Wren picked up some basic hunting and combat abilities after living in the mountains his entire life. He is muscular from a life of labor and has quite a bit of farming know-how, including knowledge of animal handling and horse riding. He knows how to use his crossbow but still has a lot to learn.

Equipment:
-Elven Crossbow
-Traveler's clothes
-Wool cloak
-Locket
-Shortsword
-Backpack w/ basic supplies

Name: Devrona Felgrim

"PEOPLE DEPEND ON YOU. DO YOUR F&%&ING JOB!"

Alias(es): Tomato (for her near constant neon red glow), The "Beserker" Secretary, Office B@tch.

Gender: Female

Race: Orc

Age: 35

Rank: E(?)

Personality:

Most who come in brief contact with her would think she was a massive jerk, literally seething with rage, pushing her way past everyone where she walked, hoarse and loud in voice, rude, blunt, -nagging-.

Yet most veterans of the guild would counter that, despite her aweful mannerisms, she is in fact one of the kindest and most caring souls in the guild, literally braving rough terrain and battles personally to make sure an adventurers paperwork was done properly or spending sleepless nights rescuing them from legal pitfalls. Lately, she's outright joining the lower ranks on poorly prepared missions, assisting them in what way she can, out of her own pocket and without compensation.

In fact, Devrona was rarely genuinly angry, just incredibly stressed. Since a fatal accident in her childhood, she carried with her a deep anxiety that penetrated the core of her being day and night, a paranoid, guilt-ridden perfectionism that once paralysed her into melancholy, but now serves as a source of endurance and tenacity.

She has no times for politics, politeness, or bullshit. She has a job to do and -it will get done-. She has a duty to these heroes, a duty she sees as borderline religious in fufilling.

Outside of work, which is rare considering her workaholism, she is reserved and stoic, affording herself few moments of relaxation, save some drinks to calm her nerves and her smoke pipe

History:

Born from a Pack of arcane scholars, Devrona had a natural, energetic curiosity that any practioner of magic should carry, but temper quickly. For undisciplined curiosity drowned the tiger cub, as the saying goes.

This desire, combined with an early need to excel, lead to an incident wherein, during her training years in adolescence, she snuck into her instructor's private library and copied down what she believed a wonderful spell, something she could use to show off her hard work and ability.

When the day came to present their progress in basic spells, she began the advanced spell, but mispronounced the letters, creating a horrible explosion that consummed her instructor and half her pack. She survived with horrible burns over her body, but recovered. Too shocked to explain what happened, the accident was accepted as a tragic misfortune and left at that. After all, magic was always dangerous business, Storm knew.

Still, the rest of her remaining pack shunned her, and she fell into a deep anxiety, too scared of even practicing, let alone casting, any magic or doing anything risky or responsible. She fell into a depression, lethargic and apathetic, just barely passing her required tests and failing her Rite of Passage, a pathetic dead-weight.

She was exiled and kicked out of her city, given basic clothing, some rations, and a sharp knife, with whispers to "Let Storm take her shame". Lacking the will to lay down and die or follow the advice, she wandered aimlessly on the open road, eventually running into a gang of brigands and taken prisoner with little resistance.

Some time after she was saved by a band of heroes. One of them, an old veteran, took the emotionless orc teenager under his care. He knew that look of deep self-loathing, that many a good person or survivor carried. He raised her and brought her out of her despair, taught her to carry her demons not as burdens, but as sources of willpower, as sources of energy to push her to redeem herself in her own eyes.

Though still full of anxiety and fear of failure, she was no longer dead inside.

She became a faithful servant on his adventures, picking up utility magic and even mace and shield.

Later the veteran and his orc companion arrived in Swynport, joining the Iron Rose guild in its early years. Old and weary in his years, he fell into illness and infirmy after a nasty mission with a goblin infestation, yet had little coin to his name, much of it spent on maintenance and merriment in their travels. The payment for his last mission had been delayed due to missing paperwork, the leaderless guild a bureaucratic mess in it's initial years. He was going to die because of incompetence, she felt helpless, and furious.

Despite countless days and nights spent fighting the system and waiting in the guilds halls, the man died in bed before his treatment could be procured.

During her struggle, she bore witness to the same tragedy befalling countless other adventurers, be it missing documents, mishandlings, bad intel, poor training, or countless other stupidities.

She could have gone on a rampage then in her grief, but for his memory she did better, and joined the administration branch of the guild, working tirelessly through sleepless nights to learn the legal technicalities needed to do her job and beyond. Reading, writing, mathematics, the arcane wording of ancient city customs, ect. Never would she allow another adventurer to fall to misfortune out of someone's incompetence.

The people working in the guilds E-ranks hated her, for she often not only worked overtime without pay in her own profession, rising through the ranks to become borderline senior leader without the pay, rank, or political responsibility, taking the bottom work into her own hands too often, but, everytime she would encounter a hurdle due to anyone not meeting her high standards, she would personally learn their job and do it for them, then report them to their superiors.

The leadership loved her, and adventurers even more, for she saw each one, from the lowest D-ranks to the highest, as a reflection of her friend, and went out of her way to make sure they were prepared and taken care of for what missions lay ahead, even if she was absurdly bothersome about it. She even outright paid for the medical costs and maintenance of some unlucky adventurers, for her boundless workaholism afforded her little time for luxury and she had saved a fortune, and gave it freely.

Lately, she's taken to volunteering on dangerous or poorly prepared missions given to the lower ranks, picking up her old mace and shield. While normally this would be forbidden and grounds to be fired, E-ranks taking on missions being seen as a form of corruption due to their internal access, this was overlooked due to pretty much everyone desiring her to get the hell out of the office.

Magic:

Buffs: Throughout her early years as an assistant to a grizzled old veteran, she picked up and improved on her novice skills in the arcane, learning a variety of utility spells that boosted some aspect of the receipient or provided a boon, such as hardened skin, nightvision, resistance to the elements, increased speed, and so on.

She even picked up a method of transmitting a weaker version of the spell around her, aura spells.

Conjuration: Devrona has picked up some minor ability in conjuration, able to summon food and letters from her personal storage across moderate distances, and vice versa.

Healing: What utility mage would go into battle without a basic catalogue of healing, curing, and resistance spells?

Though she's not as natural as a priest, only able to heal minor wounds, she has specialized in curing ailments that commonly befall adventurers in combat or travel.

Skills:

Mace and Board: She has moderate ability in wielding a heavy metal stone on a stick and taking some knockback while blocking.

First aid: You quickly learn to sew and stitch after some years on the road.

Legal knowledge: After years of struggling with bureaucracy, Devrona has an indepth knowledge of legal custom throughout Rhode, including the most obscure laws, handy for finding a loophole for an adventurer stuck in the court over property damage or some nonsense.

Equipment: A common suit of iron armor, an iron mace and shield. Oiling and repair kits.

First aid kits.

Scrolls for spell assistance.

Rations.

Maps.

Enchanted documents on legality, lore, history, monster knowledge, medical knowledge, ect, that compress the information to a few pages, the words needed summoned to the page at will.

Climbing gear. You -always- need it.

A set of plain wear and necessities (pants, shirt, hygenics, ect)

Extra: She has a weak spot for lemon-cakes.

Name:
Tolbrine Atwater

Alias(es):
Tol, Hey You, Crazy

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human - Fae Touched

Age:
Somewhere between 20 and 24. Not really sure.

Rank:
D Rank or not yet joined.

Personality:
Tol is...well he is probably insane. Contact with the fae tends to do that to humans. He is more or less fearless, but not in a way that purposely put himself in harm's way, there's just not much that he finds worth fearing. Tends to talk to himself and inform others that he is certainly not crazy, the voices have told him so. Competent with a blade, fists, and bar stool. Also skilled at field repairs to equipment; it won't look pretty, but it will work.

History:
Tol was born and raised in a fishing village on the coast on the border of Rhode and Irithia. As a young boy of around 10-12 years, he was injured as the result of an amateur alchemy accident and blinded in his right eye by a shard of glass. He came in contact with one of the Fae some months later. She gave him a gift, the ability to see the unseen with her injured eye. Of course, as with all Fae gifts, there was a catch. Using this ability requires the consumption of one daisy for every five minutes of sight usage. If the flowers are not eaten in a timely manner, he will lose all sight until he eats them.

Tol was also robbed of his ability to swim. Try as he might, he couldn't do it anymore. As a result, once he was of age, he took to wandering, performing odd jobs and generally moving from town the town. He's been on his own for at least four years, but he couldn't be sure if it was 7 instead. His competent hands have kept him fed and at least earned a room in a barn most nights.

It was in a village on the border of Sirris that he hear tale of a legendary blade. It was a dull as a measuring stick until it tasted blood, becoming sharper and sharper as more blood was spilt. Interested piqued, Tol began to search for more information on this weapon. None of the tales agreed on it's orgin, resting place or even shape. Some suggested it would change shape to match it's users prefrence. Tol figured the best chance of finding the weapon, or at least more information, would be to join the guild.

Magic:
Fae Sight: He can see what we would call infrared from his right eye. He has to keep a covering over it when not using the ability. Left eye only has normal sight.

Skills:
Short swords
Hand to hand
Improvised weaponry
Handy Man
Depth perception is a bit off but learned to compensate for it.

Equipment:
Pair of handmade swords similar to a Makhiara, Kopis, or Falcata, Common
Chainmail jacket, Masterwork, doesn't fit*
Iron shod boots.
Camping gear (Tent, shovel, rope, steaks, flint, steel, pan, kindling) in a bag.
Pouch with a no more than 5 but no less than 2 daisies.

Anything Else:
*The chainmail jacket was originally a chainmail shirt that was taken from a dead highwayman. He was a bit smaller than Kor, so with the use of a rock, the criminals own ax, and a bit of rope Kor was able to split it open down the middle and lace it up, corset style, in the front. Keeps blades out of his back at least.

His swords are handmade utility/combat blades. the fit somewhere between a machete and a short sword, but with the ability to chop like an ax.