Summer found Cynder on the field of battle three years into her time with Aldin. Not wanting the creature to get hurt, she scooped up the small kitten, making her way through allied lines and into the line of fire to do so. Due to this choice, she was struck by a small amount of shrapnel in an attempt to shield the kitten,
but said nothing of her injuries to her Master, for fear of reprisal. However, she could not keep the kitten a secret for long as she slept in the same tent as Aldin. Within the day he noticed the new guest within his sleeping area and the very clear blood on Summer's uniform. With more annoyance than anger, her reprimanded her for foolishly putting herself in harms way for an animal and told her to go get her wound treated. When she expressed concern about the cat, he permitted her to keep it under the condition that it was her responsibly alone to take care of it. She's had Cynder ever since.

Name: Thessir.
Race: Nyxian.
Age:
Looks - 16.
Is - 18.

Gender: Male.
Height: 4'6".
Weight: 64 Lbs.
Continent: Tenebra.
Appearance:


The main difference from the picture is that Thessir does not currently possess a sword.

Aside from his well worn cloth hat and coat he wears a rather cheap black shirt and pants. I say cheap but the cost was quite high due to the black dye. On his feet he wears thick brown boots which are easily quite larger than his feet are, the oversized articles thumping about loosely as he walks. Beneath the boots he wears a pair of nice black socks.

His skin is as pale as freshly fallen snow, tinging a slight lavender color around the tips of his ears and lips. His face is quite young, his cheeks a bit full and his eyes large and expressive. He has what most would describe as a perfectly crooked smile, one that sits right on the verge of being a cheshire grin. As is standard for a Nyxian his eyes are virtually pitch black with only hints of a sclera at the edges of his eye. His eyebrows are fairly thick, thinning out towards the ends. His hair and brow are as black as the darkness he commands. His nose is small and nondescript for the most part.

He still wears his old blindfold though thanks to his hat the black band can spend most of it's time hanging from his neck. In places where it's really bright he'll don the blindfold all the same. The cloth isn't terribly thick so he's able to see through it quite well, especially in well lit areas. While things may appear as rough outlines through the fabric he can still navigate with reasonable reliability. In addition he also has a black cloth side bag which holds most of his belonging that aren't otherwise found on his person.

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Personality:

They say what doesn't kill you makes you stranger.

Thessir has plenty of reasons to be hard at heart. Death comes easy in the cthonic realm of the Nyxians. When the vicious beasts of the underground aren't besting unwary hunters rival tribes war for what meager resources they hold. All their lives are spent testing each other, measuring each other's skill and resilience. Respect is measured in one's mastery over the darkness and Thessir has come a long way to earn the respect his people give him.

On the surface he is a strange one, even by Nyxian standards. He can often repeat himself and he talks to himself more frequently than what would seem normal. He often comes off as mirthful albeit rather eccentric. At times he can be quite forward, open and even fairly chatty. This is distant from his true self, a mask he's learned to forget he's wearing while he's around others.

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In truth he is a rather private and scholarly fellow. The History of the land and lives of those in times long past provide a fair deal of interest to him. Emotionally he's a sombre fellow, very tired of the non-stop turmoil that others bring. He's happier in the presence of age old lexicons over the company of people who think they're his "friends". When it comes to his past he's got a number of loose ends, each one causing him no small amount of sorrow and bitterness.

In combat he is a tricky fellow, preferring to meet force with evasion and deception. He uses his magic to mislead and avoid foes while his various hands carry out the real combat. While he's very keen on not fighting in hand to hand combat, especially when it's his own flesh and blood hands doing the fighting, he shouldn't be underestimated. When his back's in the metaphorical corner he's arguably far more dangerous, willing to throw everything and the kitchen sink in order to survive.

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History:

Only the strong survive. There are many different forms of strength to possess but no matter which path you choose to follow... Only the strong survive.

Such was the tenet Thessir was raised by, as all the tribe was since the days of old. Agonizing then was the childhood of a youth who's body was naturally frail, naturally weak. The entire time he was always second to his brother. His brother was the better hunter, physically superior and more outgoing than he ever was. But the shaman saw something in Thessir that far exceeded the likes of his brother. Thessir had a far greater reserve of mana than anyone else in their tribe, even himself.

The shaman detested him for it. He was a controlling man, and a greedy one too. He knew if someone were to grow stronger than him in the use of dark magic he would fall and the other would take his place. Thus the shaman used his position to monitor the growth of those who practiced the dark arts. While the parents often educated their children to an extent since the shaman was the most knowledgeable of the tribe in usage of the dark arts he was the one who'd teach the tribe's youth the art of dark magic.

Students under the shaman would receive different levels of training. Those he believed were too weak to exceed him were given far more indepth knowledge of dark magic while those who threatened him were taught little and given the more dangerous tasks. This worked thus far and the current shaman reigned for quite some time.

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Thessir's life was hard, even by his fellow Nyxian's standards. He was always bullied by his brother, his sister and his peers. To top it off his family was always certain to remind him where he stood on the family totem pole. He was last, considered only after everyone else was first. Everyone else always received more love and care than he did for he was weaker than everyone else. They valued strength, the did not value him.

In his training in the dark arts he was constantly being sabotaged by his fellow students, his brother most of all. Unbeknownst to him his brother was being pushed to hinder him by the shaman. Despite all the setbacks Thessir still pushed on, determined to progress in his training. Despite all obstacles he was getting better. Thus, the shaman concocted a plan to rid them of Thessir once and for all.

Thessir was set a task. He was to steal some eggs from the queen spider's brood nest, a nest found deep within spider country. Set upon this task Thessir walked many tunnels and climbed many walls to eventually reach the lair of the spiders. He used his magic to blend in with the darkness, sticking to the remote corners and walking with silent grace. Eventually he made it to the queen spider's egg chambers. Just as he grabbed an egg from one of the many piles he could hear the sound of chitinous legs skittering down the darkened wall behind him. A gigantic spider, the queen spider, was approaching fast. It was furious with the intruder in it's egg chambers.

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Thessir conjured forth a black cloud of smoke, breathing a large cloud of it between him and the entrance where the spider was coming down. He ran, sliding under it's legs and past the beast and sprinting out the exit onto the narrow rock formation which served as a bridge between two floors. As he neared the exit at the other end of the bridge however a figure stood in his path. It was his brother.

Jammed into both sides of the tunnel mouth were two large bright orange chunks of Explodium, an ore typically only found in the walls of volcanic tubes. This rare ore is known to explode when struck. It clicked in right away what was happening just as his brother struck the ore with a shadow whip. With a harsh crack followed by an explosion the mouth of the tunnel collapsed, sealing Thessir in with the spiders who were hot on his heels. There was little time to remain in shock at the sheer gravity of his betrayal. He had gone temporarily deaf from the bang of the explosion. For a moment the sense of dread at his impending doom weighed on him. He was not one to yield to the hands of fate however.

With a desperate plan in mind he leapt from the bridge towards the face of the cliff. As he fell he summoned forth a hand, it's stock extending out from the dark surface of the stone. He landed hard in it's palm but luckily he was fairly light and didn't throw off his balance. This was a temporary purchase of distance as the massive spider and it's young were all clambering down the face of the wall towards him. Summoning another, smaller hand he leapt down and grabbed onto the arm. Hanging from the arm he commanded the previous arm to grab onto the queen spider's foreleg. As the arm snatched the huge arachnid's leg it swung up and away from the wall, yanking the queen off and slinging it into the chasm below. Thessir retracted the hand, still left with the issue of it's young which were approaching in the queen spider's place.

Placing his palm upon the face of the cliff a black pool stretched across it's face. The strange inky darkness covered the surface with it's slick wet fluid which expanded until it covered the wall in the size of a small pond yet the shallowness of a puddle. It did not start to run down as gravity would insist until it reached it's maximum perimeter at which point the spiders were well within it's area. Their narrow claws found the purchase of the wall was now too slick to keep hold. The spiders slipped off the wall, cascading down after their mother much like the darkness which rained down upon the spell's reaching of it's boundaries.

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Thessir climbed horizontally along the wall, hand after hand until the nearly imperceptible sound of trickling water caught his keen ears which had finally returned to hearing by that hour. Careful not to make a sound he used his power to make his way down, climbing until he reached the source of the sound. It was an underground river. Thessir knew that fresh water rivers flowed out from the land, eventually into the ocean. He knew not how long this journey to the great blue ocean would take, only that it was his only way to survive. Without a map any other route would leave him wandering forever in the underground labrynth of caverns and tunnels, doomed to become spider or bat food.

He traveled alongside the river, swimming when the stony banks were too narrow to continue upon. For food he used his dark hands to catch fish for such animals swam even in the lightless reaches of the underground. Such was how he lived for roughly two months, traveling riverside until the light of day shone in the distance. Tearing a strip of fabric from his now ragged clothing he wrapped a blindfold over his eyes. It wasn't thick enough to completely keep the light from his eyes but enough to severely dampen it, allowing him to see in faint shadows past the wrapping.

Swimming out for the last stretch of river he emerged into the world beyond the caverns. The river ran adjacent to a small beach at the foot of a towering cliff. It was like an alien world to the eyes of one who has never left the cold darkness of the caverns. It was rather frightening but intriguing as well.

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He spent quite some time living there. He used the cave mouth for shelter, drank water from the unspoiled river and caught fish for food. Among the knowledges Thessir had gained in his forsaken exile one of the first was that he had a taste for fish.

This peacefully simple life was brought to a close when he was discovered by a nearby fishing boat. As much as he enjoyed the solitude his mind was bored with the lonesome routine of simply living each day. When the fishermen came to investigate he offered them what fish he had caught as payment to take him anywhere civilized. They kindly accepted his offer, taking him back to their village on the island of Akilos.

Since then he has lived in relative peace. The island was one of many near the border where Zephyru's land mass was torn from the earth. The coastal village he resided in was located nearby the island's trading port town where the island got most of it's business. Traders frequented this island commonly as it a good point of trade with the Zephyrs for those who lacked the funds to ship their cargo via airship. The village itself made it's living selling tropical fruit and fish to the port town. Thessir found he enjoyed the calming peace of fishing. The villagers were of good company too. They were a mixture of humans and Zephyrs, both having several generations worth of ancestors who also called this island home. They were by most accounts truly native to the island.

Thus Thessir spent his time fishing at night, sleeping off the days. He was even able to eventually afford some nicer gear and even a hut of his own to stay in. Those were nice bonuses but largely he fished for the pleasant peace in biding his time between catches. When his needs were met he largely spent the rest of his spare money on books to read. This island had pretty much everything he never knew he wanted before.

He laid in his hammock, hat well forward over his eyes as he swayed with the wind in blissful rest.

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Weapon: An obsidian dagger. It was cut into shape with darkness magic. The bottom of the blade dulls into a rectangular bar with a cloth wrap, serving as the blade's handle.

Powers:

Jet Arms in Hand - Tier 1

Thessir uses this power to manifest weapons shaped from pure darkness either for himself or the hands generated by his "The Hands of Fate" power. These weapons share the same magical properties and limits of other powers which make use of dark mass such as "The Hands of Fate". The properties of the metal used for the weapon are decided by the amount of mass used to create the weapon, more potent metals requiring more dark mass per inch. The materials created for the weapon are always black as pitch.

Swamp of The Dripping Night - Tier 1

Upon casting this power Thessir places his finger tips against a surface and a pool of ink-like darkness will expand from the points of contact. The fluid will expand until it reaches what it's maximum size is, extending up walls and even across ceilings. The fluid ignores physics until it reaches it's maximum perimeter upon which all worldly properties of an ink-like fluid will take effect. The fluid generated by this spell counts as a source of darkness for the purposes of fulfilling power requisites. It does not however count as a source of natural darkness.

Abyssal Pearls of Obscuring Smoke - Tier 1

Thessir creates a number of small spheres of swirling darkness in his hands. Upon leaving his person these spheres will erupt into a large cloud of pitch black smoke upon making contact with the first surface they touch. The smoke is thick enough to properly bar people from seeing through it. Upon release it quickly expands until it has reached it's optimal size. It's rate of dispersion once it has reached optimal size however is quite slow. The smoke is perfectly fine to breath, has no smell and is tasteless. The greater Thessir's magical might grows the more pearls he can generate.

Summon Darkness Elemental (Small) - Tier 1

Thessir summons a small elemental being made of darkness. The being is a humanoid blob of inky black liquid. At this stage it is no larger than a house cat. It is able to control it's physical properties and shape with a fine degree of control. As it is a being of dark mass it is subject to the same properties, requirements and limits that other powers utilizing dark mass are subject to.

Sphere of The Undulant Abyss - Tier 2

With this power Thessir conjures a condensed sphere of liquid darkness. The sphere is no larger than a coconut and weighs roughly the same but is soft like a water balloon. Upon leaving Thessir's grasp the sphere will erupt upon contact with the first non-darkness based surface it makes contact with. Upon contact the sphere will explode in a shower of ink-like liquid darkness, covering all surfaces directly exposed to it. The radius of the explosion is proportionate to Thessir's magical might. The force of the explosion is no greater than a splash from a regular fluid. The sphere takes darkness from it's surrounding to determine it's volume but it cannot increase it's volume using darkness created by Thessir. The liquid physically behaves like ink would. The liquid counts as a source of darkness for the purposes of fulfilling power requisites.

Ink's Skin - Tier 2 (Locked)

This power covers Thessir's skin in an ink black fluid which clings to him, making him as dark as the essence he molds. On top of making his skin as dark as pitch the liquid substance also qualifies as a source of darkness for the purposes of fulfilling power requisites.

Zone of The Concealing Shade - Tier 2 (Locked)

Thessir conjures forth a massive encompassing sphere of darkness. Outside the sphere all natural light is forbidden from entering and inside the sphere sources of natural light no longer shine or glow. The only light that can shine in the Zone of The Concealing Shade is light as a result of light magic and even then it's radius of illumination is greatly diminished. If a powerful enough light spell attemps to illuminate the sphere it will be destroyed. Darkness created by the Zone of The Concealing Shade does not count as a source of darkness for the purposes of fulfilling power requisites.

The Blindfold's Release - Tier 2 (Locked)

Using this power Thessir can move any of his five senses into the darkness. Firstly this power grants him the ability to see no matter how little light is present, even to the extent of absolute darkness, while it is in use. Secondly he can a section of darkness as a remote substitute for one of his sensory organs. For organs that he possesses two of, such as eyes or ears, he can choose to extend only one into a section of darkness or even extend both into completely separate sections of darkness. If the section of darkness is illuminated or, in the case of dark mass constructs, destroyed then the sense that he extended immediately return to the organ it belongs to. Thessir is no less vulnerable to sensory overloads while his senses are extended into the darkness. The distant to how far a section of darkness can be for him to be able to extend his senses into it is proportionate to his magical might.

Breath of Stolen Sight - Tier 2 (Locked)

Thessir uses this power to breath a dark smoke from his lips which will steal it's victim's ability to see. Upon casting Thessir breathes a black smoke from his lips which billow out in a cone pattern. Those who end up breathing this smoke will quickly lose the ability to see. The victims of this spell will lose their sight for a duration of time proportionate to Thessir's magical might, starting at ten seconds and increasing by thirty five seconds with every tier increment. The maximum distance of the cone is proportionate to Thessir's magical might. Upon reaching it's maximum distance the smoke will diffuse into the air, rapidly losing it's potency until it becomes nothing more than air.

The Hands of Fate - Tier 3

Thessir summons arms wrought from the essence of darkness, rising up from surfaces bathed in the darkness. These arms come flat like cloth yet are able to exert a level of effort proportionate to Thessir's magical might. These arms do not possess joint but rather move like flat tentacles, each with an equally flat hand at the end. The maximum size and durability of these arms is proportionate to the sum amount of dark mass Thessir is capable of maintaining at once. The greater the arm's size is the greater it's mass is. Dark mass is shaped from the essence of darkness which is drawn from natural sources of darkness. The more darkness there is in an area the more dark mass Thessir can generate. Additionally the more durable an arm is the greater it's mass is. The greater Thessir's magical might is the more mass he can maintain. These arms can only take root in sources of natural darkness or in the products of spells which specifically state that they can be used as a source of darkness. These arms do not disappear if them and/or the source of darkness they are rooted to is illuminated. The arms will begin to slowly lose durability if exposed to light created by light magic however. The rate at which durability is lost as a result of exposure to light from light magic is proportionate to the intensity of the light emitted. In addition durability is only lost in the portions of the arms that are exposed to the rays of light magic's light, the rest of the arm keeping their current durability. The magical properties, requirements and limits of The Arms of Fate are shared across other powers which make use of dark mass.

Dark Passage - Tier 3 (Locked)

Thessir can sink into the darkness before emerging elsewhere within the darkness. The darkness has to be upon a surface in order for him to emerge from it. He cannot simply emerge out of thin air. He can sink into any source of natural darkness or into products of spells which specifically state that they can be used as a source of darkness. In addition Thessir can use this spell to simply partially submerge a part of himself and have it rise up in another location. If the darkness he is submerging into is either illuminated or, in the case of dark mass creations, destroyed Thessir will be forcibly ejected from the surface he was submerged in. If he is ejected he will always be ejected from the point of contact where the majority of his mass is located. Thessir cannot submerge through more than one surface at a time nor can he emerge from more than one surface at a time either. Thessir can also pull objects and living creatures through with him. The size of the object or creature he is able to pull through is proportionate to Thessir's magical might. The rules of ejection also apply to all objects and creatures pulled through with him. The speed of submergence is roughly two seconds but Thessir can purposefully slow down this process at any point during the transition for as long as he desires.

Sheen of Rippling Onyx - Tier 3 (Locked)

Thessir can use this power to grant any objects he touches an inky layer which hardens in response to physical trauma. The seemingly liquid like layer flows about the surface of the object without ever leaving a spot uncovered. When impacted with sufficient force the layer will harden along the surface where the contact was made plus a bit extra around the contact perimeter. The hardness of the sheen is proportionate to Thessir's magical might. The total number of objects Thessir can cover with this protective layer of darkness is decided the total amount of surface area he is able to cover. He can cover more objects that have lesser surface areas and less objects that have greater surface areas. The amount of surface area Thessir can cover is proportionate to his magical might. Thessir cannot cover living surfaces with this spell, only unliving surfaces. The layer created by this spell does not count as a source of darkness for the purposes of fulfilling power requisites.

Cruel Midnight's Exchange - Tier 4 (Locked)

Harnessing the darkness's ties to life itself Thessir is able to conjure forth special arms from the darkness that leave their curse upon those they pass through. While these arms looks identical to The Hands of Fate and operate very similarly to them as well they are intangible like a specter's limbs, able to pass through all non-living matter without affecting them in any way. Should these phantasmal limbs pass through a living being however the being will be stained with darkness. These stains do not simply blacken the surface either, the entirety of the portion of the living being which the hand passes through is made as black as darkness. The stains themselves are harmless, not being a physical substance but simply a change to the material's color. Once marked however the being possessing the black stain will be subject to the curse. The curse causes those with the stain to suffer damage in Thessir's stead. If Thessir ever suffers any form of physical harm a portion of that harm is suffered instead by the cursed being. The ratio as to how much harm the being suffers in place of Thessir is proportionate to the amount of the being's body which is stained black by the special arms. While the special arms possess almost all of the same requirements and limits as The Hands of Fate they require more dark mass than regular arms. The amount of dark mass required is not affected by their durability since they are intangible and thus require none. They still require mass despite their intangibility. The duration of the curse is proportionate to Thessir's magical might.

Strengths:

- Stealthiness.
- Strong Willed.
- Studious.

Weaknesses:

- Frail Body.
- Shy.
- Deep Personal Issues.

Other:

Name: Zephyr of the Singing Arrow
Race: Demon
Age: 26, looks about 19
Gender: Female
Height: 9'
Weight: 230lbs
Continent: Bastillus

Appearance:
Wingspan: 36'
Changes from image:
Zephyr's armor is much more covering, including a helmet.

Personality:
Zephyr is a faithful, trustworthy, honorable person by all rights. Everything is related to battle in her mind, so she can come off as cold and heartless despite the best of intentions.

On the inside, she's a very kind soul with a raging fire that can begin to blaze at a moment's notice.

Extremely loyal, Zephyr will defend the weak and her friends from harm in all forms.

Generally soft-spoken, Zephyr can be a stubborn one when she feels she's in the right. Combative at times during such instances, she's not one to back down from a fight.

Quick on her feet, mentally and physically, helps make up for some of get shortcomings, but in the end Zephyr still can't understand certain social norms and jokes. A very literal person to the end, she's easy to fall into misunderstandings.

History:
Growing up the eldest of twelve children, Zephyr chose very early on in her life to follow in her father's footsteps and maintain the family honor. She would become a samurai.

Her early years were spent learning to be strong in heart and mind, to be flexible yet stern in body. As she progressed, she began training in the arts of weaponry, finding a natural talent for archery.

Time moved quickly, and she learned quickly as well.

Years of training eventually paid off with her anointment into the Samurai ranks.

Unfortunately, the celebration was not to be. Mere days later they went to war, where Zephyr's father was slain in battle. Anger, resentment.... Revenge. For a time this was all she could feel, all she knew, until the skirmish was over.

She continued on, to follow in her father's footsteps, and several years have passed.

Now she's being sent to be trained, an honor and a duty.

Weapon: Primarily the bow and arrow, and a Samurai one handed sword, but is trained in most weapons
Pet: T'Ra, Falcon (pronounced Tah-Rah)
Powers:
Strengths:

• Honorable
• Focused
• Tactics and Strategy

Weaknesses:

• Emotional
• Doors
• Very literal

Other:

Name: Amahle Inkunziushaka Carcharhinus Albimarginatus The Seventh, Fourth Child of the Empress, Second Daughter
Aka: Amahle to her friends and equals, or, "Sevvie" if you happen to suicidal.
Race: Siren
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Height: 6'/ 7'3(Silver Tipped Form)
Weight: 170 lbs / 340 lbs
Continent: Amanzi
Appearance:


In both of her forms Amahle is a rather tall or long being with a practiced grace and casual posture, as though nothing were of much concern at all for her. Her skin is a deep olive tinged with deep blue and green that shimmers to the surface when in direct light. She wears her black hair very long and often in ornate styles that sometimes take an hour or more to accomplish. She often wears hair ornaments and plenty of jewelry everywhere else. Her form always has a curvy and sensual appearance even while wearing half of a vicious silver shark. Her tail is long and sharp like the animal she shares heritage with. What clothing she does wear is often flowing and hardly concealing at all, preferring to wear as little as possible while still not breaking too many social norms. She has a marvelous form and loves to show it off, perhaps even more than some of her other kin.

Personality:

Born to Power:
Amahle isn't like the rest of you, she's born better. She is the height of cultivated and carefully chosen mates made manifest in a single mortal form made for power. This is something she has been told her whole life and feels it deeply. She is not callous with her power, but, she knows that she knows best. This unfortunately can make many people rub her the wrong way and she does the same to them. Her confidence can often make people uncomfortable and her quick commands even to those who she has never met before can seem to come from nowhere. This is not true however. She does indeed possess a great deal of sway and power in her Empire as she continues to solidify her claim on the throne, even more so than most of her older siblings. She acts as she is best for her subjects and sometimes that means that some must suffer for the greater good of the world. What are a few hundred or thousand dead in service of the whole world after all?

Born to Struggle:
Conflict and competition are the stock and trade of Amanzi. The succession of one Empress or Emperor to the next is a struggle to either eliminate the other contenders or make them swear their fealty to you. This has crafted generations of nobility that feed and conflict and competition. Amahle is not an outlyer. Here she may uphold the virtues of her people more than most. She relishes the chance to test herself against anyone worthy with all of her ability. This does however mean that she often sees challenges where their might not be any and can lead her to work against someone for no other reason than for the love of the struggle. It certainly doesn't help that each birth of the Empress is made of a number of children but only one is ever born. The children must fight to live, even in the womb.

Born to Learn:
Amahle took to her education with a ravenous appetite. This has led her to devour all new information she comes across. She devotes herself fully to learning new skills and information with the zeal of an addict finally finding their fix. This makes her knowledge base impressive at the least and her ability to master new skills incredible, assuming she finds the skill worth having and could not just be done better by someone else. The other part of being so damned smart is that you need to know that you can not do everything and Amahle excels in this regard. She is happy and more than willing to delegate a task to a worthy champion and has no problem doing so. In the end her servant achieving greatness only speaks well of her as well since she was canny enough to know they were worthy.

Born to Lash:
Words can cut deeper than any blade and Amahle keeps her tongue as sharp as a razor. She is quick with a retort and leaves few challenges unanswered. It is the place of the leader to instruct their subordinates and how can they learn if they are not corrected, and corrected in a memorable way? In her country she has a reputation for getting into a bit of trouble with her clever words to the right and wrong people. Her position, self assurance, and general feeling of invincibility often makes her somewhat thoughtless with her words and her barbs.

Born to Revel:
Life is glorious and is full of so many great things to experience, why limit yourself? Amahle has a hedonistic tendency drives many of her desires. She often seeks out new experiences and isn't one to knock something until she tries it. This of course can cause some problems for her when she parties a little too hard for most who might join her. Her disregard for the consequences for many of her more indulgent moments has made her somewhat of a slave to her desire for carnal satisfaction. The heir should know all about how to entertain, shouldn't they?

History:

Born in a stream of blood and bits of other dead unborn she came, given her grandmother's name as was her right as second born daughter, Amahle Inkunziushaka Carcharhinus Albimarginatus The Seventh entered the world. She had a four year disadvantage on her siblings but even as a young girl never wanted to let that stand in her way. In her earliest years in the care of maids and teachers she showed ravenous ambition and a competitive spirit. Even those among her earliest caretakers saw greatness in her and they made sure she remembered to who cared for her well in her weakest time. Amahle does remember them, and well.

Her early years were taken in the same way as her other siblings, lessons all day and sneaking about trying not to be caught all night. From their earliest years the children were pitted against each other and had a public ranking board for all of their accomplishments and failures. To one day be ruler is to always be in the sight of the people and they must learn this early. Amahle took to this treatment well even as a child. She made sure to do well and was praised for outperforming even most of her older siblings. She strove hard until she learned her first hard lesson. She was led into disaster when her eldest brother finally became fed up with her. He worked to sneak away payment for her teachers to grade her harshly and ensure she performed poorly. Amahle struggled against this as best she could. Of course, at the time she had real concept about using the system itself to work against someone and floundered under this treatment.

Position declined to near unimportance over the course of two years. It continued to do so until she realized that her eldest brother had been making it impossible for her to succeed. That moment of enlightenment changed Amahle entirely. She knew at that moment that being the best would never matter if someone could change how people saw you. From then on she did not just give her lessons all of her focus, instead focusing on finding exactly how to destroy her brother and all of those who were working against her.

Two years later her brother was found with a dead servant in his bed, raped brutally and set for all to see. This was Amahle's first victim and her first real lesson about The Game. She learned it well and turned it to her weapon. In the next year all those who once followed her brother were her's and she was still just a fifteen year old girl. She had learned the hard lessons fast and had a brutal streak that was terrifying to many who were asked to work against her. Fear and reward were her weapons and she was a master in waiting.

The next near decade of her life was spent in much the same way. She found plots against her, rooted them out like weeds and planted her own in their place. She sometimes let others succeed in order to give them the confidence to speak out so she would know who her foes really were. She was a beast of the court, stalking from one challenger to the next and shredding them. By her twenty fourth year she was in the top three for contenders to the throne with many allies both known and unknown. She did not discriminate against those who proved themselves useful and even managed to acquire an exiled bastard prince from Lucerna who had led a failed revolt as her bodyguard. She gave him lands, titles, and recognized him in her personal court. Many found this odd. The human man was loyal though and skilled in the combat as well as possessing and different mindset than many in Amanzi. While the outsider would never grow to great power he remained her stalwart supporter in all she did.

Weapon: None

Pet: The Silver Prince Valter Dowling, Exiled bastard brother King Dowling of Lucerna, personal attendant and bodyguard.



Powers:

Name: Ebb and Flow
Tier: 1, can be increased
Effect:
Emotions are like the waves themselves, they ebb and flow with the influences of the world around them. The power of Water here is to push or pull on particular emotions in the target. This is often done by many Amanzia courtiers instinctively to varying effects. This spells allows the user to either push an emotion down making it less present in the target or targets or pull on an emotion making it more prominent. This is often done to provoke or suppress a desired effect in manipulations or on the battlefield. The higher the tier it is used at the more powerful the push or pull on the emotion is. This spell is usable while speaking any words at all and is accomplished with what often seems like casual hand gestures that might appear in conversation.

Name: Sea Breath
Tier: 1
Effect:
This is a spell learned by most in Amanzi. It allows the caster to bestow the glory of taking water into their lungs and breathing it like the air above the infinite sea. This is not often used in AMazi aside from those who wish to assist those who may come from other lands. It is simple and the effects last for eight hours. However, if this spell is not renewed and the subject is not able to purge the water from their lungs beforehand they will drown almost immediately as their lungs will be full of water. This spell also makes it impossible to breathe regular air and must be ended before the target can breathe normal air again.
Name: The Flowing Forge

Tier: 1, can be increased
Effect:
This spell uses the moisture in the air or a source of water and shapes it. It can form anything the user can imagine. The at first this spell can be used to create simple handheld objects like a knife or spoon but at higher tiers can be used to create larger and more complex shapes. These shapes can then be turned solid by freezing the water. The second part of this spell can be used alone to just freeze sources of liquid or cause frost to flutter in the air.

Name: The Ocean's Mind
Tier: 2
Effect:
This is a common spell used by many scholars in Amanzi. This spell calls on the depth and all consuming nature of the ocean to empower the caster's mind. This spell allows the consumption of massive amounts of information expending the memory greatly allowing caster to recall vast sums of text, spoken word, or diagrams with perfect accuracy. Most use this spell in preparation for a research project or a court meeting using it to recall the information the consume with perfect accuracy and notate it for later use. This spell usually lasts for about two hours and after that the caster must either cast it again in order to still remember the information as it slowly fades from their mind as it normally would, or, refer to notes. If this spell is continually cast it can often make someone quite mad as they are incapable of forgetting anything during the spell's effect and often if used for an entire day can result in resurgences of information long thought forgotten even after the spell is no longer in effect. This information is rarely useful and often traumatic, leaving the overzealous caster forced to recall something unwanted with perfect clarity. This spell is sometimes used on a torture victim in order to make their punishment more impacting.

Name: Rise, Water
Tier: 2
Effect:
A potent spell used mainly by warmages of the Amanzia armies. This spell ties the caster to all sources of liquid around them and allows them to maintain control over those sources as if they were extensions of their bodies, using them to cast spells, lash out at enemies throwing them off balance, and smashing torrents into foes. These sources of water must be external and offers no control over the blood or ingested liquids of those around them. This spell requires massive concentration and warmages trying to control the same source often have to engage in a battle of will to assert control. This spell is incredibly mana draining and the more sources controlled or larger the source drain mana even faster. Often this spell is used either in short bursts in order to inspire terror and disorganization in the enemy or as a last resort often resulting in the death of the mage as the spell hungrily eats away their mana and life force.

Name: Ire's Thorn
Tier: 2 or 3
Effect:
A standard and direct assault spell known to any mage in Amanzi who can cast it. This spell causes a number of thin darts of ice to form either from the moisture in the air or in the liquid sources around them and then streak toward a target or targets. These projectiles are not terribly damaging and often can not kill on their own, and, rather useless against solid armor. However, they are very painful and if all of the darts are aimed at one person they can be very debilitating or perhaps lethal. The more powerful mages, usually warmages, cast this spell at a higher level turning the darts to thin and magically hard blades, sending a hailstorm on daggers to targets with brutal effect.

Name: Medeina's Scorn
Tier: 2
Effect:
Created by the ancient Water Sage and named after her, this spell is included in all warmage training. This spell is normally used in combination with others as it has rather limited use otherwise. This spell targets a piece of ice that the cast can see and exert will over. The number of projectiles created increases with more mana spent. At base level it creates ten darts. They command this ice to shatter and it obeys. The ice explodes violently into tiny and razor sharp shards shower the surrounding area in painful tiny blades. This is a vary useful spell for interrupting the casting of other mages, causing chaos, and can be terrible when combined with Ire's Thorn.

Name: Water Elemental
Tier:1, can be increased
Effect:
A water elemental, useful for those with need of one and draining when used at high tiers. Creates a creature bound by the will of the caster that increases in size based on the amount of water in the area as well as the tier cast at.

Strengths:

Born to The Game: Amahle was born to family that hides the most brutal and cut throat behavior behind a facade of politeness and dignity. She took to this, well, like a fish to water. She is capable of telling lies and making ever herself believe them while also assuming a number of disparate personas in order to better communicate and get what she wants. She is incredibly manipulative and damned good at it.

Unrivaled Education: Being the child of the most powerful royal family in the world has its perks. Perhaps sometimes overlooked is that those children are taught by the best in the world at whatever it is they do. Amahle knows all of the common languages spoken in the world and many smaller dialects. She has had intensive training in logic, argumentation, magic, philosophy, and literature. There are few in the world who have had a better education than she has and most of them are her siblings.

The Most Important Person in the Room: While some might shy away from using their station as they might feel it diminishes their worth, not Amahle. She is quick to lean on her station and the power of her family as her armor and use it like a hammer to smash people who might stand against her. Getting what you want is often a matter of just letting the right people know you ARE the right person. Amahle does not hide from her position or deny her duties, she wields them like a spear and shield.

Weaknesses:

I Can Stop Anytime I want: To put it mildly, Amahle likes to indulge herself. She has a great deal of experience with many substances but she finds potions to be the most intoxicating, particularly mana potions. She uses them liberally during her training and just for fun. She is addicted to the stuff.

Important People Don't Carry Heavy Things: Being the Scion of an Empress makes one entitled to many servants, and, well, you don't have to do all that much. This fact and the simple fact that she is a rather powerful Mage means that Amahle has neglected her physical powers greatly. She is not strong, nor is she fast, or tough.

You Can Grovel, I Don't Mind: Amahle's opinion of herself is high, well, maybe high is not exactly right. She is pretty sure she the best person to have ever lived and ever will live. Her level of confidence borders on madness and she doesn't see any challenge that is too great for herself and no one is worthy of her attention, not really.

Other:

Name: Alsin Salvar, Captain of The 15th Royal Grenadier Company, The Wild Geese
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender:Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight:170lbs
Continent: Lucerna
Appearance:

The first born son of Duke Gregor Salvar and Countess Vivian Derrot, Aldin has inherited the grace of nobility. His features are sharp and focused, eyes bright and intelligent just like all in the Salvar line. However, his mother's fairer hair and slightly thinner features stand out and set him apart from his black haired and broader siblings. The other thing setting him apart is the peppering of shrapnel scars all along the right side of his body and missing right eye. His grenadier training and practice has made him quite a bit more fit and powerful than most other nobility in Lucerna. While most nobles prefer to have commissions in the cavalry to gain great glory and be on horseback, Aldin went the very opposite direction and took a position as a flank officer with some of the hardest fighting men in the army.

Aldin keeps his ear close to the beating heart of Lucernan fashion and culture, making sure he knows at least a passing amount about music, dance, and art. However, he loves fashion and goes to great lengths to make sure he always looks stylish and is at the cutting edge of whatever new styles might be in. Currently the more muted colors with simple calls to the House and Honors given are in style along with tightly fitting clothes coupled with a mantel and brimmed hat. The Green, blue, and silver of House Salvar is still represented on his clothing but only in small amounts and the hunting hawk of the Salvar crest rests on the back of his left shoulder on his thin mantel.

Personality:

The Salvar Duality: The Salvar family, both men and women are known well for a strange combination of disturbing stoicism as well as terrible passion. Aldin is no different. Learned from his father and some say in his very blood is the desire and fixation on showing little emotion or interest at all times. Of course, this doesn't mean the young man doesn't feel anything. Perhaps because of his stoic nature his suppressed passions burn hotter when they are roused forth.

The Young Captain: All officers in the Lucernan millitary are nobility who have been groomed to represent their families and win honor for their family on the field of honor. Well, of course, that is the idea. Many of them are actually just lazy despots and have a nasty habit of getting themselves and their charges killed. Aldin Salvar and his father do not think that is the right way to win honor and glory for the House and Crown. Instead, Aldin was raised and trained to be a fine commander and carry himself accordingly. Aldin leads from the front and leads by example. He expects to be obeyed when the chips are down and always has an air of authority around him as a side effect of being in a commanding position for nearly a decade. He does not expect his men or friends to do anything he would not do himself and makes damned sure that they can get out of a sticky situation with most of themselves intact. Aldin is loyal, caring, and respectful to all he commands and meets.

The Art Loving Terrible Artist: You just can't be good at everything you love. This is sadly true of Aldin. He is a terrible singer, musician, painter, poet, and not a very good dancer. While his body mechanics and footwork might be good in the dance of steel on steel, on the ballroom floor he's a bit of a mess. This has never discouraged him though and he carries on creating terrible art with the zeal of a fanatic. The closest he has come to anything resembling artistry was the one time he just adapted his cutting drill into a dance during a ball. Many found it quite interesting and some even joined in. Of course, any and all who were a fair hand with a saber saw what it was immediately and did a bit of damage to the young noble's reputation.

History:

Aldin's early life went by as one might expect from a child of a high born Duke like Gregor Salvar. He had all of his needs seen to easily and quickly while he played with servants, other noble children, and many adults that did not want him to play with them. He went to his lessons that taught him all he needed to know about how to be a good lord and man. Aldin spent a great deal of time with his father learning all he could about the administration of the Duchy of Korin. Along with administrating a province Aldin also learned a great deal from the many troop assessments and tactical briefings his father allowed him to attend. Soon enough, playing soldier and commander became the young boy's favorite games.

As time passed, Aldin was no longer alone. He now had siblings, siblings he was to inspire and take care of. At least that was what his father and mother told him. He had a brother four years younger than he was named Kyle, twin sisters five years his junior named Katrin and Greyala, and finally his youngest brother Bruskra, a whole decade younger than he. Aldin was happy to have brothers and sisters. He finally had his own little corp of soldiers under his command. His officers in his little war games. Many of them were less interested in what he wanted to do, but, he proved to be a charismatic little commander and often talked them into joining his assaults against the arranged forces of bushes, hedges, and, on a really good day, the armies of visiting noble children.

As childhood faded and adulthood came crashing down on the young Aldin he got his first real taste of battle. His first commission was at the age of fifteen and he was a simple Leftenant to The 15th Royal Grenadiers. What was expected to be a smooth and simple peace time position to get the young noble used to the rigors of soldiery, even as an officer, turned to hot war only three months after he arrived. His training barely completed the armies of the King were mobilized against the Silver Prince Valter and his slave freeing rebels.

Battles are not won by bullets, artillery, or clever moves. They are won on the points of blades and the screams of dying men. The Wild Geese were a grenadier company and they held the dubious honor of not only carrying hand held explosives but also the first to engage when a charge was called and often found themselves storming towns, buildings, and forts in order to seize back territory from the rebels. Leading his squad of grenadiers Aldin found his experience lacking greatly and he often relied on the advice and skill of his sergeants. He soaked up all he could from them and while he made the final calls he made sure to hear out the advice of the veterans under his command. Aldin was washed in the terrible experiences of war snapping into his magical talent as well as his talent as a commander and fighter. Three years of rebellion tore the young officer to shreds and rebuilt him into the hard man he now is today.

In the Battle of Crecial Fort The Wild Geese suffered their greatest casualties in any other battle. They were storming the walls of the fort along side the heavy Lucernan Knightly infantry, providing explosive support as well as shock assault force. Both of the companies were struck by three shells from friendly artillery that had been aimed slightly too low. The shells tore the companies to shreds in flashes of both mundane and magical light. Some of the casing on one of the shells struck only twenty feet from young Aldin and ruined the right side of his body. Only through the innate healing power of Aldin himself as well as the quick response of a nearby support unit of healers did he survive at all and with little lost ability. His right arm and leg still sometimes give him trouble and he has lost about half the hearing in his right ear. However, the only total loss he experienced was his right eye being utterly ruined by a fragment of the shell. Perhaps the strangest side effect of the shelling resulted in Aldin being the most senior officer left in the company. At what turned out to be the last serious engagement of the Silver Prince's War, Aldin became the Captain of The Wild Geese and his men accepted him with little reservation. They had seen him grown into a good officer, molded by the veterans around him and taking all of their lessons to heart. They saw that he cared about them and the victory of the mission in equal measure. In a single military blunder, Aldin Salvar became the youngest Captain of the esteemed grenadiers. A strange honor indeed.

Wars do not end when they are over though. What followed that last battle was two more years of marching about and cleaning up the fragments armies of The Silver Prince and those factions that had sprang up when he went into open revolt. Eventually, the kingdom was pacified and something like peace returned to the land. The war had left the kingdom weak and frail, many other kingdoms and duchies in Lucerna were looking to their borders for easy pickings. Things just were never going to calm down it seemed. Regardless of the situation though, all men need some time away from the front. The Wild Geese were given leave for the winter to go and see their families as well as replenish their losses. Aldin had been away from his family for half a decade and was happy to come home to Korin and Salvar Keep even if it just was for a single season.

He returned to find the whole keep a strange place compared to what he was used to. His father had fallen ill during the campaign and had been recovering very slowly. His brother Kyle had been without proper instruction during his formative years and now was a rude dandy at the age of fifteen who had a disturbing reputation for cruelty and sexual assault in regards to his servants and slaves. The House needed a strong hand and Aldin was there, so, he figured he would step into the shoes his father was too ill to fill at the moment. He decided to have a talk with his brother. This conversation did not go well. He found his brother to be a hot head, rude, and utterly unperceptive to reason. There seemed to be only one way to solve the situation. After getting his father's permission, he challenged his brother to a duel to the blood. If his brother won Aldin would renounce his name and claim, if he won, Kyle would need to leave the Keep, not to return and turn over the ownership of all his servants to Aldin. This was an interesting proposal indeed. Not only was Kyle an effective duelist as he had little else to do with his time aside from tormenting his favorite room servant Summer and practice the sword. If he won he would be the new heir to the Salvar House. He had everything to gain and was lured in by the tempting proposition.

The duel was not an easy one. Aldin was nearly at his brother's mercy a number of times before he finally found an opening in his younger brother's form. In truth, Aldin had never been a great duelist. He was better at fighting for real, on a battlefield, and with men all around him. The restrictions and rules changed everything. In the end though Aldin saw through his brother and struck out quickly. He drew his saber wickedly across the younger man's cheek giving him a matching scar like the one Kyle had decided to give Summer. The fight did not end there as his brother became enraged. He struck out at Aldin viciously, cutting him a number of times as he raged. Aldin could do little at first against the onslaught aside from keep his brother at bay. He had not want to kill his brother, but, the duel was over. With a sudden explosion of blinding light and a magically empowered blow to the gut, Aldin put his brother on the ground and had him hauled away.

Like that Aldin found himself in possession of twenty slaves and a hundred servants. He really had no need for that many, or any really, servants. So, he turned all of them over to his father's employ, all aside from Summer, the one who had suffered the most under the yolk of his cruel brother. He figured he could actually use an effective servant while he was on march. So, it all worked out. When the winter ended he departed from his House Keep and Korin, back to his company of rugged men. As far as he was concerned, Summer was part of the support staff of the company and treated her as if that was the case, demanding the same from his men. This wasn't much of a problem considering the majority of men he was around had never owned a slave or ever would own one. To them Summer was just a weird oddity and the worst any of them got was including her in some of their joking around.

The next four years were not a horror show like the rebellion was. There was conflict and skirmishes on the borders, but, nothing serious. The Wild Geese moved with the army during campaign season and returned home when the year was done. They won honor and fought in plenty of small battles, but, nothing serious. Despite all the mild conflict and lack serious war breaking out the tensions in the region were always growing. The kingdom wa son the brink of war again. It would be a terrible time to be called away from the company.

Weapon: Hanger and pistol(Normal) / Hanger, pistol, and grenades. Paired with a Lucernite breastplate (Battlefield gear)
Pet: Vixeres


Powers:

Name: Infusion of Life
Tier: 1-5
Description:
The most famous and heavily employed aspect of Light magic. This spell converts mana in life giving healing power closing wounds, binding bones, and curing illnesses. This power is impressive even at a low level but can be staggering in effect on the target or the caster themselves and higher tiers.

Name: Infusion of Vigor
Tier: 1-5
Description:
A spell that converts the power of Light into the essence of physical power in the body. This is a spell required to be a member of any flank company in the Lucernan armies. This spell increases the physical prowess of the caster by 50% at the first tier and doubles it's effectiveness with each tier(50, 100, 200, 400. 800 percent respectively). This spell increases the speed of movement, strength, and endurance of the caster making them an impressive athlete or combatant.

Name: Shimmer Shot
Tier: 2
Description:
A common spell used among soldiers in the Lucernan armies. Shimmer Shot is a solid ball of Light energy that is formed to the same bore as the weapon you wish to load. The ball is then rammed down the barrle as one would with a lead ball. When the shot is fired the ball explodes on impact causing a flash of bright light as well as heat and some force. When the bullet strikes a person it often combusts inside of the target causing serious damage and trauma to the target. If it strikes an object that the force of the bullet doesn't break right away it bursts into a dazzling flash of light that can be distracting or disorienting to unprepared foes especially in the dark.

Name: Illuminate
Tier: 1
Description:
Usually the first spell any mage learns. This is a simple binding of Light onto an object causing it glow brightly light a large candle or torch. The light cast by this binding can be any color the caster wishes and lasts for a few hours or more if the caster puts a little more mana into the casting.

Name: Eye Bite
Tier: 1
Description:
Another early spell that is practical for signaling as well as in combat. This spell causes a sudden burst of powerful light in the palm of the caster's hand. This light is always white and blindingly bright even in the middle of the sunlight on a clear day.

Name: Lingering Luminescence
Tier: 2
Description:
A spell favored by artists as well as many who want to leave messages or signals. This spell allows the caster to 'paint' images or words onto a surface that glow mildly with any color the caster wishes and can be a number of colors all at once. This is often used in art to make certain parts of the painting pop and stand out. It can of course be used to leave behind messages, warnings, or just provide a little bit of zazz to a sign.

Name: Focused Luminescence
Tier: 2
Description:
A spell favored heavily by craftsman as well as woodsmen. It creates a focused beam of light from the hand or finger of the caster that is capable of creating a great amount of focused heat lightly easily flammable objects alight. Effective for starting campfires, candles, fuses, heating a small spot, or annoying people, but, little else.

Name: Peer Beyond
Tier: 1
Description:
A spell very useful for any who need to move about in the dark or see through great deals of smoke. This spell fills the caster's eyes with Light power that enhances their vision making them able to see through the dark as though it was lit by candle light as well as making the obscuring smoke of a forge or battlefield light a light mist that is easily seen through. This spell makes the caster highly susceptible to bright lights though and is usually used with care and often goggles to protect the eyes from harm.

Strengths:
+First Class Martial Training
+Tactical Insight and Leadership
+Empathy
Weaknesses:
-Deception Inept
-Trusting
-Overprotective

Other:

Name: Prince Arthur Dowling
Race: Human
Age: 22 and, well… 22.
Gender: Male
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 245 lbs.
Continent: Lucerna

Appearance:

Personality: Arthur is, in many ways, a model prince – he’s well-mannered, capable, suave, and intelligent. He’s also very arrogant, a dyed-in-the-wool aristocrat, and very bad at considering or valuing the opinions of others. Arthur is a brave man, unafraid of personal danger or of opposing the social norms of his people. He considers himself an abolitionist, though his family slaves might argue that he’s not exactly doing all he could for the cause of freedom.

History: The Kingdom of Elter occupies much of the eastern coast of Lucerna. Politically, it is one of the foremost powers in the continent; the Kings of Elter are known to be hard in war but loyal in friendship, self-reliant and eternally proud. For generations, the Kingdom has stood as a bastion of stability and order in the continent; and yet, there is a darkness dwelling in the shadows.
Long ago, the Demon sorcerer Algat visited the kingdom in disguise. He was welcomed into the palace as an honored guest, for he was wise in the ways of magic and appealed to the fat king’s vanity. However, relations between the king and the sorcerer soured shortly. The story holds that the Queen became enamored with the visitor, and invited him up to her quarters one day while the king was out hunting – nine months later, the first of the Algati was born, a flesh-hungry demon of claws and gnashing teeth that shunned the light and grew in the shadows.

Whether or not this tale is true, the Algati plague the kingdom to this day. Resembling nothing so much as feral, crimson-skinned men, the Algati are savage, animalistic demons to the last, breeding in the dark corners of the woods and cities and hunting by the cover of darkness. For generations, the royal family has kept this menace a secret; both from outsiders, and from its own people, a compulsion borne from a desperation not to be seen in any way as weak or impure. Long ago, the Order of the Huntsmen was created to fight this menace and to keep the secret at all costs, and they have carried out their shadow war ever since.
As the oldest of five siblings, Arthur is the crown prince of Elter, heir to the throne and all of its secrets. When he was sixteen years old, he was recruited by the Huntsmen in secret, and has since become one of that order’s most trusted brothers, leading many successful hunts and standing vigilant against the darkness that would consume his people. His involvement is a secret to all his family except his father, if at times a poorly kept one, and several of his siblings and household servants started to wonder what he was up to when the letter arrived, calling him at once to the academy – along with one of his favorite servants.

Weapon: A matching pair of six-shot pepperbox revolvers, crafted for him by the kingdom of Elter’s Royal Artificer. The words Necessity and Doubt are engraved on the sides.

Pet: Pudge, his loyal mastiff.

Powers: Healing: Arthur is able to heal wounds by channeling energy into them, though the most he can do is stitch a gash or mend a broken bone – more serious internal injuries or diseases are beyond him.

Hard Light: Arthur can make simple tools out of hard light and manipulate them to an extent. He usually uses this for shields or simple hard light blades, which function both in close combat and as projectile weapons in a pinch.

Illusion: He has a limited ability to make visual illusions out of light - flashes of colors, basic shapes and objects, but nothing complex or with any real depth or movement.

Strengths:

Skilled: Arthur is a veteran huntsman, skilled in combating enemies faster and stronger than him, though his training doesn’t extend as far to dealing with actual armed and armored opponents.
Educated: Arthur has received a prince’s education – he is suave, well-mannered, educated in subjects of history, arithmetic, and governance, and is in general a model statesman.

Weaknesses:
Arrogant: Arthur is spectacularly arrogant, unable to consider that he may not be wrong, and rarely valuing the perspectives of others.
Overspecialization: Arthur is an expert at hunting Algati, which is a skill that can be extended to combat with a variety of monsters and wild animals. Armed soldiers, fire-arm wielding bandits or enemy spellcasters? Not so much. He’s not helpless in such an encounter, but he’s not exactly experienced, either.

Other:
Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=kYXaWWVeS2U

As seen above. Except his eye color is emerald green, that shimmers differently from lighter to darker shades depending on the amount of direct sunlight or moonlight. He’s also clean shaven, but sometimes he dreams about having facial hair. (Don’t judge.)

Crossbow
Often bringing plenty of bolts wrapped inside some leaves, when going outside. Knows enough about forging and craftsmanship to make his own with enough time, materials and patience. But he’s no blacksmith either, so he’d be better getting others to the work for him.

Lyros (Wolf) and Vashti (Raven)
Lyros, is a stubborn and sullen young wolf that had been raised from birth under his care. Named after the first half of Lydrim’s own name, and the second half his father’s name. Who had been by Lydrim’s side for over a decade with an inseparable bond, before passing away leaving Lyros under his protection, promising to give him a fulfilling life despite his parents being gone, his mother dying from complications of birth. Living a quite pampered lifestyle given his options. But still often protests the very idea of being some kind of pet, detesting everyone else around him. Snarling at most that come near, though trained enough to not attack on sight.

Vashti is an older and wiser, predatory bird that bonded closely to Lyros saving her from being buried alive in a snowstorm one winter’s morning. She doesn’t recall her past, her first memory was being held in Lyros’s mouth being carried into shelter. She’s boisterous and often communicates with anyone who will listen. Taking a liking to Lydrim, from getting a reliable source of sustenance. Often following Lyros and perching herself on his head, despite his usually brief protest. The only thing they have in common is not being a particularly picky eater...