Name:Wayfarer's Guild. Also know as the "Adventurer's guild."

Race/Faction: Any except Ouroboros. In fact the Wayfarer's guild greatest draw is that anyone can apply, without discrimination, as long as you respect the political neutrality.
Age: Since the foundation of Cordath
Description: The guild of Wayfarers is the umbrella term for rogues, sellswords, tomb-raiders, explorers, beast slayers or just people who love to travel and bring exotic gifts in general. Nobody can pin exactly what they do, merely they do what people do not dare or do not bother to even consider because of the danger. It all boils down to one thing. Get rich and famous or die trying. That's all there to it.

One could believe that such an environment would lead to great grudges and a very dysfunctional guild, but there is camaraderie among adventurers (or "wayfarers" as they like themselves to call). The Code of the Way has saved many from an untimely death, and it involves helping other Wayfarers in need, always allowing a fellow Wayfarer to share a shelter, and save all the disputes for the Guild's mediation. Nothing has killed more Wayfarers than quarrels over the loot.

Motivation: Gold, coin and the thrill of adventure, of course!
History:Initially an offspring of the Courier's guild, created in order to protect the message carriers over the more dangerous roads, soon it grew beyond its initial scope and actively sought out to root out dangers in the roads and find treasurers to bring back to the guild. With the reform of the Code of the Way, the guild achieved the form and status it has today. The Guild of Wayfarers may not be the most reputed, nor the most influential, but the sole mention of the Guild being contracted in (increasingly) common military contracts have sent chills down the spine to anyone who has been unlucky enough to be in the wrong end of one of their contracts.

The current organization of the guild has a dozen of veterans, and several dozen of recruits and inexperienced Wayfarers. This has always been the case, as advancement in the guild carries an important risk of death due to all the hazardous tasks they're employed into.

Strengths: The Guild of Wayfarers is pretty adaptable to any kind of situation, as it is comprised of a hard core of battle-tested survivors, which they are resourceful and utterly fearless.

Weakness: Despite the best efforts to put an united front, the lone wolf nature of Wayfarers makes coordination a bit dicey at times, few of the new recruits will live to become seasoned Wayfarers due to a staggering mortality rate in contracts, and they do have a poor social reputation due to the fact they draw all sorts of rogues and halfbloods in their ranks.

What is the most important thing to know about your guild?
It houses an unbelievable amount of talent, unchained by social conventions.
What is your guild's greatest flaw?
In the end, all Wayfarers are lone wolves. Infighting is not unusual.
Why should your guild be in a position to influence an entire country? Mainly to offer an outlet to outcasts and pariahs and still do something constructive.

Name: Guildmaster Raven. - Formely known as Markus Cordathion

Race/Faction: Wayfarer's Guild

Age: Over 200 year old. Appears to be in his early thirties.

Description: Master Raven is a tall, lanky man that is pure sinew and vitality. He has a rather charming, youthful face, with a small beard he keeps neatly trimmed. He posseses blue eyes that give alway an air of a quiet philosopher. Some scars mar his skin and face, but that only add to the rough looks of his character. He has a suave voice, and walks with great grace, like an overgrown cat. He usually wears simple but comfortable leather clothes, but he can don readily armor if it requires him to do so. While he technically can don a full plate if the situation requires it, he is more comfortable with leather armors and the lightweight equipment.

"Class": Wayfarer (Adventurer)

Motivation: What drives your character through this campaign? Regret to have let things degrade to this point.

History: Markus was born in the highest cradle one could dream of. Being the third son of a king. His early life was spent among luxury and stern teachings. But since from an early age he felt... he was different. While he didn't neglect his lessons in education and swordsmanship, there was always the nagging feeling to look at the light that filtered through the richly decorated windows of the palace. He felt that instead of luxury, his fate was to live in a gilded cage. The situation exploded in his teenage years, when he met a beatiful but half-blood fortuneteller and witch named Mirath, and he began to court her. Of course the situation was seen as an outrage, so the young prince eloped with Mirath. He was young and stupid, and he pressed his luck a bit too far. His name was struck from History, and the King declared his defiant son dead.

Markus felt it was a blessing in disguise. He finally found himself able to breathe freely and find his own destiny along his soulmate. Except...it wasn't all that easy. Both were outcasts who tried to scrape by taking oddjobs. Nevertheless, they never felt unhappy. They had eachother. They shared every secret to themselves, including the secret of eternal youth and Mirath's magic. Markus was surprised that he had a sizeable magical talent, and he took his lessons readily. Life seemed happy for the wandering couple, until Mirath decided that when she was heavy with child, she wanted to at least visit her mother in Cealla, being half Shrikanti herself. Markus had his reservations, recalling the insular nature of her people, but relented.

In Cealla, her wife and child died. Not because of hatred, but because of a random accident with a carriage out of control. No real culprit. No focus of revenge. Markus soon spiraled into a drunken stupor, and tried to drink himself to death in the same city. It was in one of his drunk rages when he picked a fight that he couldn't win. His opponent was of great talent, of a level he had never seen in his life, all while he stroke his magnificent beard. He moved the staff like a quarterstaff, and he could punch like a brawler. He could do magic aswell, as he did to heal Markus' broken bones. The old man, known as Zarius, was the Guildmaster of the Wayfarer's guild, and took the wrecked Markus under his wing, as he had seen talent in the drunken prince.

Markus grew to like the lifestyle of adventuring. He found his life calling. Ever on the road, under the infinite stars. Each day a new challenge. Each day a new adventure. He lived on despite his loss, and when old Zarius finally breathed his last, his comrades at the guild elected him as the next Guildmaster. He was very reluctant to take the spot at first, but finally relented. Christening himself as Master Raven ("Raven" being his Wayfarer nickname), he returned to the capital after long last. Much to his chagrin he wasn't recognized, and he liked to keep it that way.

Strengths: Good Fighter, Cunning, Survivor, Experienced, Magic Talent

Weakness: Callous, Uncommitted, Lone Wolf, Hedonist, Troll

What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Born as prince, but lives his life as a rogue in search of adventure.

What is your character's greatest flaw?

Probably his inability to commit to positions of much responsibility.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?

Because probably everyone else is crazy with power or has hidden agendas.

"I am going to need a new sword." The man said, covered in scratches, blood and gore, eyeing the blade's hilt with frustration. The blade had literally snapped in half, thus rendering the sword unuseable. Here and there, the landscape of the woods was covered in broken branches and gore, the other half of the blade sticking out of the neck of the still and inert body of a large bear. A voice was heard to his left, and Raven looked in that direction.

"...th...thank you, Guildmaster." The young woman croaked, bruised and with her leather tattered, but not in immediate danger of dying. Not unlike her comrades, who laid scattered around the forest clearing. All over it, in pieces. The fight with the beast had been fierce, and it had cost the lives of several Wayfarers. She couldn't help as she began to cry, among sobs of "I want to go home."

"It's the code of the Way, rookie." Raven answered back, his steps calm as measured as he went to dislodge the scrap of metal that had been half his blade from the bear's neck. Perhaps he could recycle it. "What's your name?"

"Cerise". She answered as she steadied herself.

"Cerise. Well, listen well Cerise." The Guildmaster answered. "I will take you home. Nobody said that the Wayfarer guild was an easy job." Raven snorted, as he weighed the two pieces of the sword. "You can probably find better ways to live and not end up like your teammates." He paused bitterly. "Not that there's that many, mind. Country is going to shit." He muttered under his breath.

"Pardon?" The young Wayfarer answered.

"Oh nothing." The Guildmaster waved his hand off, as he approached the girl and allowed her to stand on her feet. "First mission is always tough. A lot of recruits don't make through." He blurted out. "Still your choice if you want to go on." He finished awaiting no answer.

But before she could add a word, Raven put two fingers on her mouth, his body tensing as he eyed to some section of the forest. A second bear lurched menacingly, and was going towards them deliberatedly. "Well...seems like you'll have to run, Cerise. Can you?"

The girl just nodded.

"Good, position yourself, and only run after I engage the bear." Raven commanded. "Unless I do this way, it's going to chase and eat you." He added. Mentally cursing himself for the situation, his eyes darted throughout the impromptu battlefield.I have to face a bear with a broken blade due to some stupid newbies biting more than they can chew. The joys of being the Guildmaster. He grimaced, as he spotted a spear amidst the dead bodies. He took it and weighed it. It would have to do.

It was then when the girl couldn't help herself and started running away panicked. The bear didn't give her much time until it was sprinting after her, bent on having her flesh.

"Stupid girl." Raven added as he twirled his spear following the beast. He needed something better than a spear to actually finish the bear, that kind of beast was too portly for normal weapons. He couldn't find any. His barely functional weapons would have to do. He threw it with all the might he could muster, trying to strike true. It hit the bear in its hind legs, and the creature roared.

Good, I got his attention. Bad news. Now he's pissed at me. Heh. He took the broken blade in his hand and kept himself steady. The might creature ran towards him, intent of trampling him with one of his bone-breaking claws. Raven counted his heartbearts. He eyed at the bear, and slid in the right moment underneath the bear's frame, his left shoulder being grazed as a result. Resolution turned into killer intent, as he shot the broken blade under the bear's left armpit.

He knew he had hit true when a disgusting splash of bear blood hit his face, the roars of the beast becoming in pain as he tumbled and.

No no no no no...

Guildmaster Raven rolled out of his way just in time to not be buried in smelly bear carcass. The blood on his armor made the dead leaves and dirt stick to his armor even more, as he spit some blood that had gotten inside his mouth.

"You killed a bear with a broken sword..." The stupid newbie girl said as an additional comment, stating the evident. There was awe in her voice, as Raven worked his way to his feet.

"Yeah, and you owe me your maidenhood for this." Raven added, not skipping a heartbeat.

"WHAT!?" The delivery of that sentence rattled the young Wayfarer to the core, her face red as a beet, as Guilmaster Raven begun to walk towards her.

"Just kidding. But you owe me for this. A sword in fact."The Guildmaster corrected as he began to pick his things and walk away, and wonder where he could sell a couple of bear hides.

Name: Ferran Emery Russinov

Race/Faction: Human - Wayfarer's Guild

Age: 30

Description:

Ferran is relatively tall, standing about 6 feet. He has broad shoulders with exceptional upper body strength through many years of work with bows. His hair is a icy blond, almost gray, and falls just above his shoulders. His eyes are a dark greenish grey. His body has various scars of varying sizes and depth from years of hard living. He wears light-weight clothes that are easy to move in with a suit of leather armor, when needed. Otherwise, he travels fairly light with his trusty bow and arrows always on hand and a pair of daggers in case fighting gets too close to use arrows.

"Class": Archer, Rogue

Motivation: Money and the promise of money. Does it pay well? He'll do it.

History: Ferran began his life in a small village with only his mother for family. When he was five years old, his mother met another man who ended up getting her pregnant. Ferran wasn't fond of the new arrangement, but he was too young to do much of anything about it. His mother ended up dying during childbirth of his half-sister. Too young to live on his own, and having nothing but disdain for the man who caused his mother's death, he ended up in a poor excuse for an orphanage. The condition of the orphanage was horrendous with very little money and next to no help. The building was always falling apart, the meals the children received were almost inedible and the kids spent most of their days doing manual labor.

Ferran spent four years living in this filth before a member of the Wayfarer's Guild happened upon him. He was only ten years old but, through his years of work in the orphanage, he was already stronger than all of the other children. The man took him in and began training him in archery and close-range combat. He traveled with him for years, learning the art of the traveling mercenary. When he was 17, he started off on his own, but always keeping ties with the Wayfarers.

He ultimately decided to join the guild while taking whatever jobs came his way. He didn't care what they were, as long as they paid well, he would do it. Getting his hands dirty was not an issue.

He sometimes wonders what his life would be like if his mother hadn't died when he was a child. He still harbors some resentment for the man and his daughter that caused his life to be thrown into chaos all those years ago.

Strengths: Expert Archer - Skilled with Daggers - Fearless - Confident - Survivor

Weakness: Vindictive - Sarcastic - Untrustworthy - Materialistic - Remorseless

What is the most important thing to know about your character?
He has no loyalties. He doesn't care about politics or who might be on the throne at the time. He just wants money and maybe some fighting while he's at it.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
He hasn't been able to let go of his past or forgive those who have wronged him. This can occasionally effect his decision-making, for better or worse.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
He is a very skilled fighter and is willing to do jobs that other may feel are "immoral" or "wrong".

Name: Conall Cassidy

Race/Faction: Kingdom

Age: 26

Description: Conall stands at a staggering 6’5 with 250 pounds of muscle, the kind only obtained from years of battle and training. He has mid length red hair which is cut short on the side and left to grow on top. He carries a short beard that is crept close to his face. He has palish skin that reflects his birth in the north were bright sunny days are scarce. Pale blue eyes that have seen the horrors of this world and that are filled with grief and regret. Always ready for a fight Conall always carries his two custom made war axes whose blades are engraved with family and tribal markings gifted to him by his father on his belt. Should he ever enter a planned battle Conall adornes green war paint with one vertical line above his right eye and two below the eye. When not training or helping other around him Conall wears more decorative clothes which are most always green.

"Class": Berserker

Motivation: Conall is always looking for a good fight and a new ways to challenge his limits so when the time comes he will never let those he loves die again. How these come about he cares not, while he admires them as foes in battle ultimately their lives mean nothing in his book just obstacles in the way of protecting his loved ones.

History:
Conall grew up in small Celtic village to the far north known as Mac Tire “The Wolf”. His father being chief of this land was taught how to be strong courageous and most of all how to protect what you held dear. He took these lessons to heart and aspired to be the kind of man his father had become. He worked tirelessly to perfect himself become a remarkable warrior and man that could lead his people to success.

At the age of 16 Conall accompany his tribe into battle where he would get his first taste of battle. While some of the boys took some time to grow accustomed to the reek of battle and sounds of falling men Conall reveled in it. Following his father's lessons he threw himself into the thick of the battle showing no mercy to his foes and making sure to protect his men. Because of his selflessness and ferocity in battle he was given the title of berserker and hero of their village.

However with all gain comes loss and none know this better than Conall. Not long after this great battle was Conall used as a pawn in a much larger game. An evil witch who had hated his people with all her heart had decided to use him to exact her revenge. The witch used her magic to cloud his mind and fill him with a rage towards his father that could only be quelled with blood. It was on the very hill where he was given his war axes that he struck down both his father and his brother. Upon his father's loss of life Conall broke free from the spell and bore witness to the atrocity he had just committed.

Feeling lost and responsible for the loss of his father and brother he wandered the wilderness aimlessly searching for a purpose in his now miserable life or possibly an end to it. It was in these darkest times that he was given a light in the blizzard. One of the King's closest men had been sent to retrieve Conall. Upon his meeting with the King Conall learned of the deals his tribe had made with the King. In return for “dealing with” the kings more undesirable and rebellious cities the king promised to keep his armies at bay. After learning this the king offered Conall a purpose in life, to serve him as not just a member of the vanguard but his his own personal attack dog.

Strengths:
Superb Warrior: while he doesn't claim to have the best form of a fighter Collan is not easily defeated whether it be in the confusion of a battlefield or in a one on one engagement.
Resourceful: His long time spent in the wilderness has taught him how to be a proper trader and hunter of all things
Ruthless in battle: Conall living up to his title fights with a ferocity that is rarely found in men and isn't afraid to fight dirty in order to win, because after all it only matters if you won not how.
Protective: Collan would rather take the arrow himself then see a comrade fall in battle
Brawler: Evan before he was trained with a weapon Conall was trained in unarmed combat using his often superior size, weight, and strength to push his opponents around.

Weakness:
Constantly drinks: While never to the point of a belligerent Conall drinks mostly to numb the pain of his past
Loves a good fight: conall often gets lost in his fights enjoying it far more than he should. This can at times lead him to look for fights to fill the void between battles.
Closed off: because of his troubled past Conall rarely opens up to people in a meaningful way but those he does can be sure that they are now his family.
Loyal to a fault: Conall is often times blindly loyal to the king and those he cares about
Berserker rage: Not all of the magic in Conall has left giveing him the ability to give into the rage on will becomeing almost unstoppable. However upon doing this Conall looses all control of his actions and is unable to see friend from foe. The only way he can come out of it is if he has become exhausted or is out of people to to fight



What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Conall absolutely despises treachery and cowardness. It would take a great deal of explanation to to convince him otherwise.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
Because of his background as a barbarian raider, the chief's son no less, and the fact is is just joining in this time of treachery within the kingdom causes many to not trust him.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
He is a strong warrior who would gladly die for his people and will always put his people above him.

Two Days before meeting with the king at the end of back story
“What’s his problem” asked one of the patrons while pointing at a large man sitting at the end of the bar.
“That would be Conall” replied the bartender “he always does this after a battle.”
Conall continued to stare at his bottle of ale wondering as he always did. It wasn’t that he hated battle, quite the contrary in fact, he revealed in it loving every minute of it. It was more so that he longed for the times when his battles meant something. To long had it been since the days when Conall has fought in the large chaotic battles with his father. Maybe he coul-

“Hey you over there with the stupid makeup on your face.” Drunkenly yelled one of the three men sitting at the bar. “Why do you look so sad? Not man enough to kill in battle and deal with it?” “the most pathetic excuse for a raider I have ever se-”.

The last of his statement never left his mouth as a bottle shattered against his temple. The other two men looked to where the bottle for were it could have come from and saw Conall standing with a look of pure rage. Without a word he quickly moved to meet them ready to fight. In their drunken stupidity they had lacked to noticed the sheer size of Conall in comparison to themselves. He easily cleared them by a foot at the least and clearly outmatched them in strength. Not wasting a second Conall head butted the first man followed by throwing him over a table to their left. The second man had at least enough wits about him to throw a large hook at Conall, which Conall easily dodged and was rewarded with a large boot to his stomach sending him into the wall. A swift punch to the ribs and one to the jaw was all it took for conall to knock him down.

“Let that be a lesson to ye. Never disrespect my people again or it’ll be your last.” turning he set his sights on the man who had been thrown aside earlier now holding out a sword. “I will give you this one chance” stated Conall through his teeth already gripping his axes in anticipation “put down the wepon and take your mates drunken arses out of here or i'll have to kill ya.” Conall just shook is head as the man rushed at him “why do they always think a weapon will help at all.” The man slashed downward hoping to catch Conall off guard. Conall simple side stepped and caught the sword in his axe stopping the man and causing them to be side by side. From here Conall placed a hard kick into the man's knee shattering it intanly. This would be the last thing the man felt as not a second after having his knee broken did Conalls axe relive his head from his body.

“My my you certainly know how to handle yourself in a fight in see. He certainly is good at finding the interesting ones.”

“And who might you be?” Conall asked in a tone that showed he was not in the mood for a conversation.

“Am I simple a messenger sent to retrieve you. You’re in no danger I assure you. Just a simple meeting that could help give you some purpose back into your life.” applying emphasis on the word purpose as if he knew that was what Conall need most at that moment. “Well you coming?” He said beginning to leave.

“ I am sorry about the mess here is for the damages.” Conall replied giving the bartender his last couple gold and heading out with the strange man..

Name: Michael Augustine

Faction: church of the cross, order of the St. David

Age: 21

Description:


Michael stands at an average height of 5’5. He has lightly tanned skin that has permanent traces of dirt packed in, which have gathered from his travels(he tries to wash as often as possible but his traveling makes it a rare luxury). He has bright blonde hair that he cuts short, along with his facial hair, and has blue eyes as dark as Sapphire. He has muscles but is quite thin, which makes his enemies underestimate him at times, since he lives on a lean diet. he's usually seen wearing banded armor with a cape that has the symbol of the order as well as leather boots and gloves. He always wears an amulet his father gave him under his current clothes.

"Class": wandering knight

Motivation: the death of his father made him realize how corrupt, and vile the world can be. So he decided to join the order so he could expose and fight evil, to prevent the kind of actions that lead to the death of his father, as well as to help the people of the kingdom in any way he can. He's fiercely loyal to the church and it's doctrine since it has given him everything he has and knows.

History: He was adopted into the church by a priest at the age of 5. he was being raised and trained to be a priest within the church so he was to taught church doctrine, and dogma as well as how to read and write by his adopted father, father treavion. that changed when his father was killed by an assassin when he was the age of 12, and the local guards did nothing to investigate it. Once his father died he decided to join the order of St. David as knight to help people, and to fight evil wherever it lies.

Strengths: literate: while training to be a priest he was taught to read and write

Limited healing abilities: preaching is not a priests only duty, one of a priests secondary duties is to help sick, and injured people. Michael knows how to heal small to medium wounds

Master swordsman: the order doesn't allow its members to use cheap tricks, and dirty fighting in combat so they give their members through training to make up for the lack of tactical choices in battle

Weakness: Zealous: Michael is fiercely loyal to church doctrine, and is quick to tell someone if they do something considered blasphemous. If a person sides with some group that is deemed evil or does something that would make them untrustworthy he will disavow them. If the person does something evil enough he will challenge them to a dual

Code of chivalry: due to the oath he took to join the order he is forbidden from using “dishonorable” forms of combat’ or using cheap tricks in combat

Incapable of lying: due to his oath of his oath he's restricted from telling a lie, though he would count this as a strength, tactically it’s a big weakness. Although he is restricted from lying he’s not restricted from withholding the truth

Despises magic: views magic as evil and dishonorable, with the exception of healing defense magic,.

What is the most important thing to know about your character? He is loyal chiefly to the church if a side strays from the church's teachings he will not hesitate to leave and help the other side.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
He will keep true to his oaths even if it costs his life, wich it probably will be,.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country? Michael strives to be a paragon of virtue and righteousness and won't let the kingdom fall into the hands of evil as long as he draws breath.

Name: Nilam Aziel

Race/Faction: Human

Age: 27

Description:

Nilam is of average height, around 5'10", and is of relatively thin build. He has blond hair that falls about an inch above his shoulders with stunning blue eyes. He wears loose-fitting robes over his everyday clothes. He doesn't usually wear any armor other than leather arm bracers. He carries a tall mage's staff around at all times that appears to be carves from wood with a shining sapphire set at the top.

"Class": Mage specializing in Augmentation

Motivation: Nilam just wants to live a quiet life in a peaceful world. He doesn't like to get involved in politics, though him and his sister are sometimes called upon by the king for their abilities.

History: Nilam and his twin sister, Katima, grew up on the outskirts of a small city with their parents. It would appear that magic runs in their family as all of them were gifted from a young age. Their parents began training them as soon as their abilities began to show. Nilam focused on Augmentation: the ability to strengthen or weaken other's abilities. Him and his sister worked together a lot and he often focused his powers on her. He also found he was able to use this power on non-magic users to strengthen or weaken their strength, agility, etc.

They often kept to themselves, as magic users are generally feared and are not tolerated. When the twins were in their teens, their parents were attacked by some of the city-folk who had found out about their use of magic. Heartbroken, Nilam decided to try his hand at something he had never done before: necromancy. He attempted to bring them back based off of an old spellbook but, as he had no experience, it went horribly wrong. He had gone to a secluded forest to attempt this dark magic. The experiment resulted in a magic explosion and shockwave that tore the surrounding trees from the ground, roots and all. The magic shot through his body and caused some permanent damage to his mind. He woke several hours later to his sister furiously trying to awaken him. She had to help him flee as the townspeople quickly retaliated and chased them off. They ended up in Cordath were they were offered safe haven in the Mage's University. Having no other options, they accepted.

The following years were not easy on them. Nilam suffered delusions, hallucinations, and, occasionally, complete mental breaks. Katima had swooped in to take care of her ailing brother, spending all hours of her day at his side making sure he was okay. This caused some strife for Nilam as he felt guilty for taking so much of her time and also a longing to be independent again. The both of them also began to get called upon by the king to help with various tasks, from Nilam's aid in battles to Katima's help in gathering intel. Nilam resented helping the king and his warriors kill people, but he had no choice.

Strengths: Powerful Control over Magic Augmentation - Empathy - Loyalty to his Family - Perseverance

Weakness: Mentally Unstable - Anxious - Dependent on others, mainly his sister - Withdrawn - Not Very Physically Strong

What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Nilam is a powerful mage, but he can easily lose control if his mind snaps.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
His psychosis causes many problems in his day-to-day life including hallucinations, delusions and sometimes full-on psychotic breaks.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
Nilam can influence the flow of an entire battle by giving certain troops strength while taking away the strength of others. The King has called on him on numerous occasions to give his warriors an edge.

Name: Dinaeda Maddox

Race/Faction: Rogue Warrior

Age: 26



Description: Dinaeda is 5'9" 135 lbs. She is trim and muscular although not too much so as to appear unladylike if she so chooses. Her beautiful blue eyes are pools of crazy that many a man has fallen into. Her long blond locks are usually down or pulled back from her face but not put up. Dinaeda is beautiful beyond the average woman of the times.

"Class": Warrior- neutral can be swayed



Motivation: She enjoys fighting and will fight for whomever sways her to.

History: Four year old Dinaeda hid in a small hole her brother dug for her when their home was attacked. She was held inside with a grating he closed over top of it. When the attackers took her mother out screaming her brother was made to watch as they defiled her mother and then tortured her just as they had most of the woman in the village. Her brother was not much older than she was,maybe eight or nine years old but he kept her hidden and when they shoved a knife through her brother's stomach he fell onto the door keeping her in the whole. She was so scared that she stayed in there for several days.

Dinaeda was rescued by travelers who were burying the dead. When they removed her brother's body and found the terrified girl they had to convince her that she was safe. They raised her as long as they could but at fourteen years old she was becoming too dangerous to trust with other who couldn't fight her. She was told to leave the village. She has spent the last 12 years training, fighting and killing. It is rare that she allows anyone to get close to her. Dinaeda is assumed to be crazy. She tells almost everyone that she is a God and that she has magical powers. She has excellent skills but she is hardly a God.



Strengths: Intimidating, because she acts and looks like she is insane. Her combat skills are top notch. She is rarely matched in hand to hand combat and uses extreme measures to win. Dinaeda is fearless. She can seduce men easily.

Weakness: She is fearless. She is all bottled up inside. She has no real morals at all.



What is the most important thing to know about your character? She is crazy because of her past. If anyone got past that it would be a miracle.

What is your character's greatest flaw? She is fearless.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country? In all honesty she shouldn't. She is batshit crazy.



Dinaeda had the man in a choke hold with her dagger at his throat. "What was that you wanted from me? I thought you said something about my ass." The warrior scoffed as he could barely speak but wasn't going to give in to this woman. They were weak in his mind. Dinaeda laughed in such a way that it made his arm hair stand on end. "You can't just come in here and kill me. That's not nice." She grinned and kissed his cheek as she slit his throat and dropped his body to the ground and picked up her mug of ale and went outside.

After several moments, Katima's mind was clear once more. She could always tell when her brother's mind began to wander and it was usually doing inopportune moments for her. Like now, when she was supposed to be focusing on her concentration. According to her teacher, concentration was the major factor in her ability. One wrong move could mean disaster for the girl.

The girl gave herself a small shake to rid the tension from her body. She was ready. She could do this. Staring at the wall in front of her, her blue-green eyes narrowed as she focused. All she had to do was picture herself becoming lighter than air. Should be easy enough. Katima cleared her throat and gave a small nod of her head to alert her teacher that she was ready. Taking one small step, she closed her eyes in concentration.

When she didn't feel herself running into the wall, she beamed with excitement. She couldn't believe she was actually doing it. Getting caught up with the swell of pride, Katima didn't notice her concentration breaking. Not until she felt as though the air had just been sucked from her lungs from a sudden pressure at her chest. Quickly opening her eyes, she looked down and soon realized that while the left half of her body had made it through, the right was now stuck behind the wall. Her eyes widened as her arms flailed before trying to push against either side of the concrete.

"Stop, stop! Breathe, child, relax! You must concentrate!" berated her teacher.

"I am! I'm trying!" She cried out in exasperation and could feel the panic increasing in her chest. As tears hit her eyes, she sucked in a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut. As she once more focused on her ability, Katima soon found herself falling forward. With a gasp, she landed on all fours on the other side of the wall. She hung her head and couldn't help a tearful laugh at herself. Until she heard giggling. Looking up to realize she was in the middle of the hall surrounded by others, she quickly sobered up before staggering to her feet. Brushing off the bottom of her robe, she cleared her throat and hurried to her room.