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Name
Liram Najaho

Race/Faction
Born into the Veiled Ones, but somewhat beguiled by the Ouroborus and their powers

Age
22

Description
Standing at a tall 6'3", Liram takes after his father's height and looks. He has milky brown skin the color of the sands and brown curls falling just below his neck. Another oddity besides his rather pale skin color are his stark blue eyes that he shares with his half sister Elize that sets him apart from many of the Veiled Ones. With his training, he has built muscles in both his legs and arms, but his sword arm has gained the most strength. Strapped to his side at all times, his bronze Khopesh is his most trusted weapon. He's a handsome young man, but he is still set apart from his people.

Class
Foot Soldier slowly rising through the ranks.

Motivation
Liram finally knows what he can do to prove himself to his people. Maybe fighting this rebellion will finally win him the love and respect he has always craved, or maybe it will lead him to the mystical allure of the Ouroborus. Either way, he's going to find his calling.

History
Born the bastard son of High Lord Casterly and a desert Veiled One, Liram has lived an alienated life. Everything about him has set him apart from his people and his culture. His father insisted he take a family first name before retreating back to his cushy life of money and wine and even more women. Liram's mother never explicitly told him that his dad was a kingdom nobleman, but he could at least deduce that his father was not a Veiled One, not to mention the fact that he is notably paler than his peers.
He was teased and bullied as a child, called milk face and a betrayer to his kind because of his blood. Worried her child may be expelled from the tribe, his mother pleaded with the Cealla elder women to keep him and accept him into their society. They reluctantly agreed, under the circumstances that when the time came, Liram would have to leave and migrate back to the kingdom, so his unnatural disruption would be righted in the universe. But then the rebellion started, and he was given a chance to train, fight, and earn his place with the Veiled Ones.
During an early training session, some masters of the Ouroborus came and visited. Liram was immediately drawn to their abilities and glamor, and they knew it. Torn between his duty to his mother and his people and the hunger for power that lies deep inside him, he's still unsure if he should abandon the only life he's ever known and seek out the Ouroborus for guidance.

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What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Liram is ambitious, but not for the right reasons. It is possible he may become dedicated to the rebellion at some point, but for now, he is more focused on his own goals of acceptance and this feeling of home he so desperately craves. He will be unwavering and loyal to those who show him the same amount of consideration and respect.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
He really needs to get over his need to please others and receive praise in return. While he's not a dumb boy, a few nice words can lead him down the path of long-term manipulation and control. What he needs most is to realize that he has nobody he really needs to prove himself to other than him.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
Despite how wrapped up Liram is with his own personal image and how society sees him, he has a lot of potential not only as an individual but as a high nobleman's son. Once people learn of his lineage, he has the ability to not only alter the mindsets of the Veiled Ones and the commoners of the Kingdom, but the royal class as well. The nobles will listen to his blood right and the peasants will see his humble beginnings and capability to overcome his vulnerable self.

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The desert sands whipped across the cold night and splattered onto the small encampment. The soldiers huddled together around their small fires, chatting about home or women or the rebellion. Letting the heat of the flames lick against his sore back, Liram stretched his muscles out. "Milk face," one recruit called out to him. It was a young boy, maybe around 19 or 20. Though the Veiled Ones are a tight-knit people, Liram had never seen him before. He was as the color of tree bark and had a light pink scar running across his nose. "The soldiers around here tell me your father is a kingdom noble man, and that's why you're so pale."
Rubbing his face, Liram bit his tongue. "One night," he muttered to himself. "Just one fucking night." Liram knew his father was a kingdom man, but he was no royal. That was a rumor the soldiers had come up with to ridicule and humiliate him.
"Well?" the young man asked, expectant and staring.
"Sol made me this way, so this way I shall be," Liram answered easily. It was a phrase he had memorized as a child, one his mother had taught him.
"Sol makes no mistakes like your skin," the recruit retorted.
Liram could feel his fingers grip the hilt of his Khopesh. Normally he could take the usual taunts, but tonight was different. His cheeks flared with color and his heart began to beat with adrenaline. He could feel the eyes of his fellow soldiers begin to turn and watch, waiting for somebody to move.
"Then maybe Shrikant or Macea did it. It is not my place to question the gods," Liram finally responded after a tense pause. He didn't feel like fighting tonight, even if it was a wound on his ego. He had already spared so much today.
"You know what use to happen to babies like you?" the boy asked. Before Liram could even turn to look, the recruit grabbed his sword and was on his way to strike.
"We use to gut you and sacrifice you to So--"
Liram jumped from his spot, Khopesh in hand. He deflected the recruit's long sword with ease, the deafening clank shattering all conversation across camp. The boy was still in basic training, Liram noted. His curved blade hooked onto the short sword and yanked it from the recruit's hand before taking another swipe at the boy's sword hand. Wisely, the kid stumbled back, nearly tumbling into the burning embers and coals. He cursed and yelled and called it an unfair match, but their captain had already emerged from his tent and demanded an end to the violence. Liram spat before the boy's feet, the ultimate insult. This wasn't the first fight he'd had over his skin. It wouldn't be his last.

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Name
Elize Casterly


Race/Faction
The Kingdom

Age
17

Description
Elize takes after her mother very much in her looks. She has blonde flowing hair running down her back and a petite build of 5'2". She is a typically beautiful noble child, but her bright blue eyes that she shares with her half brother Liram attract much attention and many suitors. She wears a special ring given to her by Lady Casterly in order to help control and boost her magical powers. While pictured above with her hair down, her hair is in braids or a bun the majority of the time to keep it out of her face because it breaks her concentration.

Class
Witch

Motivation
Elize needs to reclaim her father's titles and lands, for the sake of her future and her family. She has no one allegiance to either the crown or the rebels, only to her family.


History
High Lord Casterly and his wife Lady Casterly happily welcomed their third child, baby Elize, within the walls of their lavish Kingdom manor. Elize grew up in a privileged life, with little responsibility and expectation. Her eldest brother, Micah, would inherit the Casterly seat and wealth, while her older sister, Lyra, would be trained and educated to marry into another house. Elize would eventually be married off as well, but she did not receive the same pressure as her two older siblings. She easily became spoiled and fat with all her mother and father gave her. Every jewel or cloth or thing she ever desired was given right to her.
As Elize grew older, turmoil steadily began to brew in the Kingdom between the commoners and the nobles, but Elize remained oblivious in her comfort. Things progressively deteriorated, and Elize's parents argued over whether or not to tell her. High Lord Casterly wanted to keep his darling baby girl ignorant while Lady Casterly wanted to arm her youngest child with knowledge and magic. Witchcraft was an old practice among the ancient women in Lady Casterly's family, one cast back in favor of royal court life, but Lady Casterly knew enough to teach her daughter. Going behind her husband's back, Lady Casterly began teaching Elize the archaic practice at the tender age of 13. Lady Casterly was afraid that the magic wouldn't take well, as most children begin their training around 5 or 6, but Elize was a natural. She had a true gift. The way she crafted spells and charms were beyond any witch in her lineage, which somewhat concerned her mother. They began to have trouble concealing her abilities. Elize was susceptible to tempers and outbursts that influenced and affected her surroundings, making her powers all the more evident, but her father is still oblivious.
By 16, she should have been married off to another noble family, but her father was very distracted by the onslaught of out all revolution. Micah became apart of the Vanguard and died defending the royal heirs from an angry mob. House Casterly was falling apart with no son. Lyra was married off to a rich family far away, and would not come to harm as a result of a coup. High Lord Casterly has come down with a mysterious illness Lady Casterly believes is the responsibility of either the Ouroborus or the Veiled ones, leaving the two women of House Casterly to run their daily functions. While Elize promised her mother that she would only use her magic to defend herself, she is secretly beginning to hunt out her family's enemies and slowly pick them off one by one, whether they pledge to the crown or not.

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What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Elize is ambitious beyond belief. She is willing to do anything to protect her family and its possessions now that Micah is dead and her father has fallen ill. She may feign the helpless young girl act, but know that she is much more powerful than she seems.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
Her willingness to do anything could easily teeter her over the edge into some improbable and risky situations. She's not eager to face death, but if doing so will save house Casterly, don't doubt that she will do so. While she has no true allegiance to either side of the rebellion, she is willing to double cross both if it means she gets to return to her old life.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
Elize already has the noblewoman factor going for her. She can be charming and charismatic with her soft looks and tempting lips, but that is only the power of a beautiful woman. Coupled with the exceeding abilities of an exemplary witch, she could make waves if she so desired.

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Elize wandered through the streets, a dark hood tossed over her head. She walked with precision and a fast gait but kept her head pointed down. Now wasn't a good time to attract attention. The sounds of the peasants' rebellious preachings echoed through the narrow streets, calling for the head of the king and all of the nobles as well. Speeches like this use to frighten Elize, sometimes even give her night terrors, but things have changed.
The girl arrived at her destination. It was a small divination shop called Wicca's Haven that sold small amounts of herb and carved candles that were supposedly enchanted with love spells. Elize pushed the creaking wood door open before stepping inside the musky space, the stench of lemon and rosemary washing over her senses. An old crone stood behind a counter. She grinned knowingly at Elize, revealing her greying gums. "Child," she rasped softly. "I was not expecting you for another few hours."
Elize smiled back and removed the hood from her head. Had it not been for the tie containing her blonde curls, her hair would've tumbled down her shoulders and reached past her waist. "I know, Anari, but things have become more urgent. My father has gotten worse."
The old woman nodded in understanding. She reached for something below the counter and brought out a small black bag. Elize approached and peeked inside, looking at the brown brittle tea leaves. "I am terribly sorry to hear about dear High Lord Casterly," Anari murmured. "Remember to give him this tea once a day, and he will get better."
Elize stared at the little pouch and frowned. She reached inside her pocket before setting a sizeable amount of coin on the counter. "Thank you, Anari. I will be back soon," the girl bid the old witch goodbye.
Putting her hood back on and stepping back onto the street, Elize tucked the pouch of tea leaves into her dress. The medicine had worked so far. Her father was beginning to be able to sit up on his own and breathe normally. Before, he had been so weak he could barely lift a finger. Thank the gods Elize had found Wicca's Haven.
The commoners were becoming more rowdy as Elize walked home. They spoke of royal blood running through the streets and the king's head on a spike. Like children, they screamed and shouted in delight at the thought of the king's dead body being ripped apart by their bare hands. Elize knew they had good reason to be mad, she had to admit that. But if the king came down, so would her family. She couldn't let that happen.
"Hey!" a gruff voice called from behind her as she left the larger crowds. The girl walked on, trying to ignore the man. "Hey, I'm fuckin' talkin' to you." A hand forcefully yanked her back and whirled her around.
A man, maybe in his mid 30s, gripped her elbow and pulled her close enough that she could smell the stink of onion coming off his breath. "What's gotcha runnin' so fast, little girl? Ain't you with the rebellion?" Elize's heart began to spasm in her chest. She tried twisting her arm away from his grasp, but his fist only clamped down harder. "Huh? You gon' answer me?"
"Fuck off," she managed to sputter out.
His eyes darkened. "Now, who taught you that kinda language?" The peasant's other hand came up, poised to strike Elize, but it stayed frozen in the air. He grunted and twitched his arm, but the hand refused to move. His eyes widened in realization as he looked between Elize's gaze and his wrist. He opened his mouth to scream, yell, beg, curse, but choked down his words. His hold on her arm loosened and she managed to pull away as he clawed at his throat, trying to get at least one gulp of air. "Please," he pleaded with his last breath. The crowd was too enthralled in the sermon to notice the man slowly suffocating from nothing. Elize watch as he crumpled and the light slowly faded from his eyes. There was no place for men like him in this world. Not even in a place as corrupt as the kingdom.

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Name: Anna May Smith

Race/Faction: Human

Age: 25



Description: Anna May is a firm and fit young woman standing at 5'4" and a 120 lbs soaking wet. She has long, light to medium brown hair that she usually has twisted into a loose braid. Depending on the sun's position her eyes appear to be dark brown or lighter with honey colored highlights on the irises. Working at her father's Ale House she often is seen wearing long boots with pants and a long sleeved shirt and corset or vest over top of that. Although considered to be pretty she is often overlooked by the regular male patrons because she is not a whore and they are looking for immediate companionship.



Class: Regular Citizen and Ale House Owner

Motivation: Anna May wants to see the hierarchy changed because the King caused her mother's death.

History: Anna May grew up in her parent's Ale House. Her father had run it when she was little. As more people moved into the area her mother started helping out with the bar more. She had taught Anna to read and write as well as Arithmetic. She pulled her into the bar to work on her studies when she needed to. Some of the patrons had come to know the young girl and would often help her or watch her as she did her math or reading. Anna's family was considered to be very normal.

As was common for the royals the King had stopped in one day on his way back from a hunt. The king had laughed at the girl's mother for her second hand dress and worn shoes. Then he said something about the lower classes being too poor to care about. It had taken all of her mother's strength to keep her quiet but she did. When Anna's mother served the drinks to the table the king made a rude suggestion to how she might make more money. Her mother reacted without thinking and slapped the sovereign across the face hard. The worst moment of Anna's life happened next as the head of the guard at that time pulled her mother away from the king and shoved her to her knees. The guard slit her throat, killing her mother instantly and her father had had to grab the screaming child and hold her back. That was the defining moment in Anna's life.

After that Anna grew up staying far from the royal family and learning to defend herself. Some of the patrons taught her how to keep the rowdier crowd from getting too close and what to do if they did. She slowly watched her father's will to live ebb away from his broken heart. When Anna was twenty her father went to bed one night and never woke up.



Strengths: Honest, caring, intelligent, she can fight and she excels at knife throwing from years of practice at the bar.

Weakness: Anna holds grudges. She can sometimes be a little naive. She is small physically so if her opponent is large she may take quite the beating or need help.



What is the most important thing to know about your character? Anna is all heart. She loves people and animals and will always defend the innocent even if it means she pays for it herself.

What is your character's greatest flaw? Others can be used against her as a way to get her to do what she doesn't want to.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country? Anna can convince people to follow her and she is fair and honest.

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. She dropped his body to the ground, picked up her mug of ale and went outside.

Name: Alexander Markos

Race/Faction: Kingdom (kinda)

Age: 24

Description: Alexander has tanned skin from his days spent in the sun at sea. He has black hair cut short and slight stubble on his jaw. Alexander's eyes are Hazel, with a glint of mischief. He stands at a respectable 5'10", and weighs about 170 lbs. During the average day he wears soft boots, and leather pants. While at sea he typically copies the other sailors and wears no shirt, that does not mean he can't dress respectably. For political functions he typically wears decorative leather armor with silver accents.

Alexander after being at sea for a while. (closest to what I was thinking.)
"Class": Earl of a southern province

Motivation: Alexander believes that the people of the kingdom are the true heart of the nation. While he doesn't want a bloody rebellion to rip apart the nation he so dearly loves, he believes changes must be made. He wants to pass peaceful reforms to control the monarchs and even believes that a council of lords should be organized to deal with the day to day business of the kingdom. While not truly believing in democracy he thinks that the people need more of a voice since they are the ones that know the struggles they are going through.

History: Alexanders father had been a successful military leader and believed that all men in an army had equal importance, including the commander. He had drilled this in to Alexander at a very young age and the boy believed it fanatically. His father would find him helping the maid clean dishes and the gardener rake the leaves. His father's city loved him, and he was like the cities son. He was never afraid to talk to a new person no matter what they looked like. He wrestled with the city boys, getting just as filthy as the rest of them.

When he was about 15 his father was called on to lead troops to deal with a small peasant uprising. That was the first time Alexander saw battle. No it wasn't a battle, it was a massacre. The peasants were not prepared for the highly professional army his father maintained, or the ruthlessness they showed. The peasants had charged the army with in a frenzy. It was obvious who would win but they refused to disarm and surrender. It was over within 10 minutes, with very few deaths on his fathers side. The peasants were an entirely different story, the villages they came from were put to the torch and families split up. They were sent to all different corners of the kingdom never to see their loved ones again.

After the campaign Alexander began to take up the hobby of sailing. He would be gone for weeks at a time only stopping home to gather crew and supplies. He couldn't be near his father or that dammed city. Those people who were okay with what was happening in the kingdom, to their nation. Three years ago Alexander returned to the news that his father was dead, and he was the new lord of the fief. He immediately became racked with guilt for abandoning his father, for not being there when he died. He became determined to fix the kingdom, but not through death. He decided he would lead by example and began implementing policies to improve the life of his citizens. He has created a council of citizens to run his city, while he focuses on running the country side. Even though he hates the death of innocent peasants he has no qualms about killing those who hurt people.

Strengths:
Tactician: While he hates to admit it he is a brilliant military commander much like his father.
Sailor: Still spending much time at sea he is a great sailor and competent navigator.
Inspires Loyalty: His soldiers are fanatically loyal, because he stands and fights on the front lines with them and wont make them do anything he wouldn't do himself.
Soldier: To call him a duelist would hurt the feelings of any real sword master. What Alexander does is best for the dirty confusing mess that is a battlefield. He uses a collection of dirty tricks and brute force attacks.

Weakness:
Terrible Liar: Alexander is a terrible liar and politician. He would rather punch a manipulative lord than talk with him.
Merciful: While he is an intelligent commander he has fears of repeating what his father did, so he takes unnecessary risks to let the enemy surrender.

What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Alexander believes that an open rebellion is a stupid idea and will fight against it if civilians are caught in the crossfire. He is fiercely loyal to his country, and wants to improve it, not destroy it.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
He does everything he can to avoid the massacre at his father's hands. He will avoid death even at risk to himself, unless the enemy has harmed innocent civilians and done wrong according to him.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
He is powerful man in control of one of the largest ports in the Kingdom and maintains one of the few professional armies.

"HEAVE, HEAVE, HEAVE" For the last three hours that had been the only noise that any of the sailors could hear. That and the sound of their oars hitting the water of course. Alexander was rowing along with the rest of his crew, straining with every pull of the oar. It had been his mistake that had caused them to stray off course in the first place. They had been planning to rendezvous with some of the other ships from the harbor for a race. Alexander was sure he had aligned his map correctly, but his first mate had picked up on his mistake....after they had been sailing for 4 hours. The mistake was small, but even one such as this put them leagues away from their meeting point. Even worse is that the wind was now blowing into the bow of the ship causing the sail to be useless. Alexander had felt terrible, because now his crew would have hours of hard rowing ahead of them. He had walked over to one of the oarsman and told him he would row for him for an hour. Ever since then he had been switching with a different rower on the turn of the hour. It was his mistake, so he had to pay for it just like his crew had to even though they didn't make the mistake. He heard his skipper call rest and glanced behind him and saw the masts of the ships they were to meet.

Alexander jumped over the railing of the ship the captains had decided to gather on. They were all in a circle getting drunk from a cask of ale in the center of them. From the looks of things this wasn't the first cask either, and probably wont be the last. Alexander nudged one of the men aside and sat down between two of the captains. He grabbed a mug and filled it with the rum and took a long drink from it, almost emptying it.
"About time you got here, we almost thought you had gone and gotten yourself sunk or something." The man speaking to Alexander was Old Gibbs, he was a smuggler and perhaps the most loved person on the coastline. He was a kind man and kept his prices low, and even payed his taxes. Alexander had met the man when he first began sailing, and though of him as an Uncle more than anything.

"Just got a little off course, nothing we couldn't handle. I am just hurt you boys began drinking without me."

"Aye, and we almost started the race without you. We were just worried you would put us in the stockades for slighting you my Lord."

As Gibbs said those last words he grinned and performed a clumsy bow, almost falling over because how drunk he was. Everyone on the boat knew Alexander would do such thing, they all just enjoyed messing with the Earl because he knew how to take a joke.

"I would have done it too you dirty crimi-."

Alexander tried to sound menacing, but broke up into a laughing fit before he could finish the sentence. He was old friends with all the men on the ship, no with all the men in their little fleet. Alexander rose from his position and stretched out.

"We better begin getting ready for the race, my steward probably is buying poison to kill me this instant."
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The race had been fairly successful, but not as much as he would have liked. His ship had come in third, and it was all because of his mistake. The last stretch of the race had been against the wind and his already tired crew couldn't keep up with the fresh me on the other ships. They had all said their farewells to each other cheerily. Alexander's ship began their slow journey back to port just after nightfall. Everyone on the ship was exhausted, so Alexander was taking the long way back to the port so he had the wind at his sails for a longer amount of time.

As she glided over the water she looked nothing like the warship she truly was. The ram was barely visible below the waterline only producing a slight ripple in the water a few feet ahead of the ship. Alexander had modified her over the years to fit his own needs. That meant taking much of the armor off and making her waterline higher, so she was faster. This probably what made the pirates confident enough to attack a ship flying the Earl's flag. Normally the Hawk and Spear were enough to frighten off any raiders planning to attack a ship flying it. Alexander was notorious for his crusade against pirates. This included building 20 ships from an older design from the south he had learned of while on one of his trips. They seemed to be knives cutting through they water, utilizing 40 oars to achieve incredible speed. They had been crushing the pirates and ruining their business. Most pirates had left Alexander's waters, but some still remained.

The pirates had crept up on their "prey" seemingly unnoticed hoping to catch it unawares. As they drew up next to the ship they threw up grappling hooks then waited quietly for a second if an alarm would be sent up. They began climbing and became more confident, believing they were about to capture an easy prize. As they pulled themselves up onto the deck they were met with a site they had not been expecting. A young man was standing right in front of them with a naked sword in his hand, ready and prepared. What was more terrifying was that about twenty heavily armed men were right behind them wearing the armor of naval marines. The young man looked towards the man who had led the climb up the ladder and gave him a determined look.

"Surrender now and you will be tried fairly in court."

The pirates looked at each other confused at what to do till one of them shouted,"I am not rotting in a jail cell!!" The man charged the young man sword swinging wildly. As he came close Alexander tossed the sword towards the enemies face. His opponent dodged the throw easily glancing at it as it passed by him. That was his biggest mistake, Alexander closed the distance between him and the man lightning fast and gripped the pirates sword arm, while headbutting the man in the nose. The pirate fell backwards tears crawling into his vision as Alexander rushed forward keeping near the falling man. The pirate stumbled to regain his footing, but Alexander swiped at one of the man's legs knocking it out from under him. He twisted the pirates arm until he dropped his sword. Alexander quickly grabbed it and held it to the man's throat.

"I'll ask you one more time. Surrender."

The pirate's hands shot up and he nodded. The engagement had lasted all of 7 seconds, and the pirates knew they were out matched. The pirates dropped their swords and raised their hands in surrender. Not a single man resisted the entire trip back to port.

Name: Dhaeva

Race/Faction: Shrikanti

Age: looks around 35, but is probably much older

Description:



Dhaeva looks like a typical Shrikanti woman – very dark skin, rather short and skinny. She always wears magical talismans and trinkets, some of them made of wood and stones, some of them of animal bones or teeth. She has looked the same age for years, some even say decades, maintaining her body through her magic. Her eyes are said to hide the flames of Sol, as they are bright orange, a color very unusual amongst the Shrikanti.

"Class": Witch

Motivation:
Dhaeva prefers to stay out of conflict and tries to focus on helping her people through healing and protection magic. She will fight fiercely when her people are attacked, but is quite reluctant to attack herself.

History:
Dhaeva was born as a sixth child into a poor family. Her father was a goatherd and their family wealth were a small herd of goats. Dhaeva’s mother died a few days after giving birth to her, the childbirth was long and complicated, and she never stopped bleeding after it. Because her father could hardly feed the children he already had, let alone a few days old infant, she sent her to a witch coven to raise her. Witches were reluctant to take the baby in, but when the oldest one saw the color of child’s eyes, she prophesied great future for it.

So Dhaeva grew up learning magic even before she could walk and talk. She studied all kinds of magic, but it was the healing that she preferred, partially because of the way her mother died. Dhaeva wanted to prevent that happening to other women.

Very little of this history is known to common people, as Dhaeva spends her long life travelling between Shrikanti cities and smaller settlements, sometimes spending few months in place, sometimes a few years. She has a place in every witch coven, but she rarely uses this privilege, as she prefers to lead simple life free from politics.

She has been staying in the city of Cealla for the past three years, helping other Shrikanti and surviving on the gifts she received for her help.

Strengths:
She excels in healing and protective spells, also knows some useful curses and confusion spells. She wants to help everyone and hates to see people dying from causes that could be prevented, like minor diseases or hunger.

Weakness:
She is very reluctant to use offensive magic. She helps people sometimes to the detriment of herself, giving them last food or water or using her powers to the point of exhaustion. Also, she is quite weak in hand-to-hand combat.

What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Dhaeva is a healer, not just by profession, but by heart.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
Sometimes she cares too much and that can be used against her. She will go out her way to try and save people, even into dangerous situations.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
While she doesn’t like using offensive magic, she certainly knows her way around it. If nothing else, she can help protect her people from foreign attacks.

Name:
Fox Delta

Race/Faction:
Human
Ouroboros
Position - Heart

Age:
26

Description:
Copper hair and pale skin, typical ginger.
Dirt brown eyes.
Short - 5'7"


"Class":
Fire Mage

Motivation:
Fox is trying to make up for his family sins. He wants to clear their name, even if that means not being quite clean himself. He also wants to make a name for himself.

History:
Fox's father has never been a good man. His father was abusive, a drunkard, but one Hell of a guard. That was the case anyway. Until his father was accused of murder and his name was dragged through the dirt. Throwing him in jail wasn't good enough, they had to make it so where ever his family went, they were looked down upon. Delta has spent his entire life since his father's jailing to make the family name shine again since his mother certainly wouldn't. His mother never did anything. She was a pushover, and Delta didn't want to be like her, nor did he want to be like his father. He wanted to not only clean up his family name, but he wants to make a name for himself. Fox would hate to always be known as "Gerald's Son."

Strengths:
-Strategy & Puzzle Solving (Delta was raised on puzzles and strategy games and has gained a passion for them, which has never gone away.)
-Loyal
-Resilient
-Speech
-Manipulation

Weakness:
-Paranoid (He doesn't trust anyone. Everyone is out to get him in some way or another, but he'll play along, for now.)
-Physically weak (He does not lift)
-Can't Catch (Do not throw anything to this man. He'll either dodge it or it'll hit him in the face.)
-Manipulative
-Insane

What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Delta is very good at talking, and manipulation comes at a bonus. He doesn't trust you, and it's not always the smartest to trust him.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
His paranoia.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
Delta has pretty impressive speech skills, even though it might not look that way at first. He could definitely convince others to help or hurt each other. It's a very good skill to have, especially in a position of power, that way he can get what his people need or want.

Writing Example:
(Interaction)
Fox thought she looked pretty. No, more than pretty, she was beautiful. Beautiful in the sense that if she touched you, your skin would tingle. When she talked, your mind went numb. Fox thought for a moment he was in love, but then realized it was just a trick. She could easily be used against him if Delta let her. But those lips...
Fox shook his head. He couldn't afford to be distracted, let alone by someone who could easily get him to spill his guts. He had things to do, places to be.
But there was something about her. He couldn't look away. Her hazel eyes trapped him like a fly in honey. She was sweet, but deadly. Delta didn't want to drown in her. He had to say hello.
Fox realized he had awkwardly been standing there as he admired Elizabeth. After he realized that, the world came back into focus. He could finally hear what she was saying.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"Better than that," Fox mumbled to himself before removing himself from the conversation. He would not get stuck in her honey trap, as tempting as it was.

"Hey!" Elizabeth ran up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. Fox immediately froze. That did it. He was stuck. He never wanted her to let go. She turned Fox to face her.

"You never answered my question."

"What?"

(Combat)
Fox knew exactly how he got into this situation. He shouldn't have said yes to Elizabeth, he should've known that she would get him in some sort of trouble. This wasn't the first time he had been charmed into a deadly situation, and by his guess, it wouldn't be the last. Delta hated that his will compared to clay after he was touched by a pretty girl.
Delta stood at the top of a tour, exactly where Elizabeth had told him to wait. She said she needed him for something. Something that wasn't exactly the safest. She was right in that sense. Fox stood on the roof of a tower, being shot at by archers. He wouldn't call that a riskless job.
An arrow whizzed past his head, close enough that Delta could hear it. He had wanted to be peaceful and let Elizabeth do her job. If he didn't kill someone, there would be fewer negative ramifications on his end. Alas, it was too late now. He had been fired upon. It was only fair he did the same. (6 Archers)
Delta conjured a fireball and threw it at the nearest discernible target. (Rolls dice. 14.)
The fireball hit the wall next to the archer. The fire attached itself to the wall, burning furiously. That archer now couldn't see. That was good enough in Fox's book.
He spotted another archer, this one farther away. He sent out a firebolt, a smaller and agiler version of the fireball, towards the archer. (Rolls dice. 3.) Fox didn't expect to hit, but he did think he could at least get it close. The firebolt went far left, missing completely. The fire he just threw couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. It was pathetic.

Name: Ryker Leonte

Race/Faction: Human, Vanguard, but works with the Rebellion

Age: 28

Description:

Ryker is rugged and masculine, broad-chested with muscular arms. He stands about 6 feet tall with dark brown hair that falls just past his shoulders, often pulled either entirely into a messy ponytail or bun, or partially pulled back leaving some strands loose. He has steely blue eyes with a scruffy beard and mustache. He has a set of steel plate armor he wears during battles, otherwise his everyday attire is as pictured above. He wears relatively comfortable clothes, keeping either his longsword or at the very least, a dagger on his person at all times.

"Class": Warrior/Double Agent

Motivation: Ryker has been a warrior since he could hold a sword. Through many years of service, he has noticed the many injustices caused by the King. He has witnessed many good soldiers die needlessly and wishes to see the needless slaughter end. While he has no problem fighting for a good cause, he feels that the current royalty is mindless and oppressive.

History: Ryker was born to a modest family, neither nobility or peasants. His father worked as a mercenary, teaching him the art of swordplay as soon as he was able to hold a training sword. His mother was a baker, often filling their house with delicious smells of bread and cakes.

Ryker split his time between helping his mother around the house and practice-fighting with his father or a dummy if he wasn't available. As he grew older, his time shifted more to fighting and training. When he was 13, his father brought him along on a mercenary mission. Seeing true battle only made him more focused and driven and he became determined to join the Vanguard.

He picked up mercenary jobs, some with his father, some by himself, collecting enough coin to buy himself a suit or armor and a respectable sword of his own. After several more years of work, he was finally able to join the Vanguard. He had seen his share of bloodshed before but, once he was in the Vanguard, he began to realize just how corrupt the King was. He kept his thoughts to himself at first, staying quiet and obeying orders. The dissent continued to bubble under the surface, however. It wasn't until a skirmish with the Ouroboros that he realized there were other options.

He began meeting with members of the Ouroboros to disclose information he gained about the King, his family, the Vanguard and their activities.

Strengths: Skilled Swordsman : Fearless : Strong-Willed : Perseverance

Weakness: Stubborn : Callous : Closed-Off : Detached

What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Ryker is dedicated to himself and the few people who are close to him. He is honorable and, while he is working to cultivate a rebellion, there is a part of him that feels guilty for betraying his king.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
He can be very distant and closed-off, having a hard time making and cultivating relationships.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
He is strong, motivated and very dutiful. His word is law and he is very trustworthy to those he is close to.

Inquisitor Eva Gallard

Race/Faction: Human/Kingdom

Age: 28

Description:


Eva is tall, but slouches most of the time, due to her injury. She has long red hair and captivating blue eyes. One of her legs was badly broken when she was a child and never fully healed. The injury still causes her pain, makes her limp and forces her to use a cane when walking.
Eva can make herself very pretty when she wants to, which isn’t very often, mostly when attending official events in the castle. Most of the time however, she wears simple clothes and a cape, all of darker colors that help hide blood stains.



Class: Inquisitor

Motivation: Eva is all about obeying the law, under any circumstances. She truly believes that the royal family are the rightful rules of the country and is willing to do anything to preserve the status quo.

History:
Eva was born into a lower nobility family. She was raised as a noble girl, preparing to marry some wealthy and important man when she comes of age. At the age of 16, she was engaged with an important baron, a dream match for a girl of her pedigree. But all took a downturn one day when she took her horse for a ride around the city.

Accompanied by two guards, she didn’t expect any trouble. In a nearby forest she got attacked by a bunch of thugs, her guards killed. Eva tried to ride away, but one of the attackers shot her horse, and while falling, one of her legs got stuck under it. Her screams attracted attention of passing city guards, who rescued her.

The attackers were all rounded up and after confessing to their crimes, they were publicly executed. Even though they were just hungry peasants, who were trying to survive, Eva took great satisfaction in watching them suffer. Her leg never healed, she cannot fully bend or straighten the knee completely, or put her full weight on it, forcing her to use a cane when walking.

Her engagement was cancelled, and no new suitors were in sight. Eva’s parents were devastated, but she didn’t really care much. She became obsessed with the law, studying it day and night and then applying for a position in the inquisition.

While she wouldn’t be the first woman ever to become an inquisitor, still it was very unusual, and Eva had to work hard to prove herself. Tirelessly working on every case she was given it soon became apparent, that not only she is capable of forcing confessions out of suspects, but also in determining the truth. She found a surprising satisfaction in finally being recognized for her skills instead just for her looks and family name.

Strengths: Loyalty, obedience, great judge of character, great deduction skills, very little compassion for other people, which makes her an excellent investigator.

Weakness: She has no close friends and she is feared and hated by the common people. She is distrustful about everyone.

What is the most important thing to know about your character?
She believes in the law and wants others to obey it.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
Enforcing the law under any circumstances, no matter how crazy the law might be.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
As a member of the inquisition she tries to do everything to stop the rebellion and find all traitors around the king.

Name: Ayla Allaway
Race/Faction: Human maid in the castle /King's side

Age: 25

Description: Ayla is Fenros' sister. She is considered pretty and has long blond wavy hair. What makes her appearance so distinctive is that she has one sapphire blue and and one emerald green eye. She stands at 5'4 inches and weighs about 125 lbs. She normally wears a dress that goes down almost to her feet as is custom for women at the time.

"Class": Noblewoman

Motivation: She is torn in her allegiance. She thinks of the royal family as if they were equal to the peasants in the way that they deserve not to lose everything and should be treated kindly even though they are mentally addled.

History: Having the same parents as Fenros she was brought up basically the same way. Hard work and to be caring about all people equally. She and her brother just have differing viewpoints on what that means exactly. While her brother went to work in the vanguard, she went to work in the castle serving the royal family. Eventually she became a ladies maid and has access to the royal family at almost any time.

Their mother kept her busy learning all of the things a young nobble girl should know in hopes of a good match for her. Ayla is enjoying her time in the castle. She has grown up there so it is her home and she considers the royals members of their family. She could no more hurt one of them than she could hurt her own parents. Ayla is all heart and light most of the time but she has a temper and a stubborn streak a mile wide. She would often disagree with her brother over silly things as children but he always made sure she was safe no matter what. This was the first time they had disagreed over something so large and she was digging her heels in.

Ayla is insecure about her eyes. She is teased as a child and some of the local women called her a witch because of her two different colored eyes. She tends to keep her eyes down around new people.

Strengths: Loyal, Compassionate, and Observant. She is proficient with a bow and arrows. Knows all the ins and outs of the castle including all of the hidden passages.

Weakness: Stubborn to a fault, can not fight at all. Her insecurities about her different eyes.

What is the most important thing to know about your character? Ayla is all heart and really thinks she is doing the right thing. She thinks rising up against the royals is reverse discrimination and that it is wrong.

What is your character's greatest flaw? She is torn between her heart and her what she believes to be true.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country? She thinks she has the might of right on her side. She is willing to defend the royals with her life.

Name: Mattias Hayes

Age: 34

Race/Faction: Vanguard/King's side but will be on the side of the rebellion.

Description: Mattias is 6' 2" 200 lbs and muscular from the battles and training that he does regularly. He has gorgeous blue grey eyes that capture your attention. He is the reigning arm wrestling champ in the vanguard. He has a quick smile for those that know him and long hair. He is often seen with a short beard. He doesn't shave it often although he does occasionally trim it up.

"Class": Mattias is a nobleman (Viscount) and former vanguard warrior.

Motivation: What drives your character through this campaign? He dislikes the way that the King and most of his family treat others.

History: Mattias is determined to protect people. He thinks that the vanguard is a good way to do that. He is not interested in being one of the snobbish rich people that seem to always get what they want. He doesn't need a lot of things even though he has managed to earn a lot of prestige and money.

His parents were nobles. He could remember when he was a kid getting into a lot of fights. He would get in fights defending the younger kids from the bullies. In the end it got him in a lot of trouble but the kids loved him. At the tender age of ten years old Matt lost his mother to an unknown illness (cancer). His father started training him hard. It was his own way to cope with his wife's loss and Matt loved fighting so it worked out well. By the time he was old enough Mattias wanted to be a knight in the vanguard. He liked the brotherhood and the fact that he would belong somewhere that he could be himself.

Not long after Mattias joined the vanguard his father died. This left him as the new Viscount and in charge of his younger siblings. Mattias asked his Aunt to come and help and so she took over raising the family. The sudden death of his father put a lot of pressure on him to take care of the family. He is a very responsible man and he cares about and protects those he is close to.

Mattias is usually reserved but has a sense of humor and plays pranks on friends in down times. He has a strong sense of duty and responsibility. He is also patient but stubborn. Mattias likes to flirt with women and also intimidate men. His height, skills and power make him influential. It's part of what he does. He is also fairly blunt when you might least expect it.

Strengths: Combat and weaponry skills, Physical strength, Patience, Determination, Very Observant of people

Weakness: Women, Fearless, takes unnecessary risks, Sometimes he comes off cocky

What is the most important thing to know about your character? He would do anything to protect the innocent.

What is your character's greatest flaw? He is often pessimistic.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country? He has a strong sense of justice.

Mattias watched with jubilance as the bucket of water poured all over his friend's head. He couldn't help the laughter. It had been so long since he had found the time to play around. He looked up and saw the wet man come running over the table at him. "You asshole!"

"Uh oh!" Mattias said with a lopsided grin as he jumped up and got ready for the flying tackle that would knock him to the ground. For several moments the guys wrestled back and forth trying to pin the other down. Eventually they came back to the table calling each other names and slapping each other on the backs in jest.
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Mattias slashed his sword and blocked with his shield and ducked all seemingly at the same time. He thrust the sword into the side of the combatant in front of him and as the man fell Matt was already moving on to the next challenger. Up ahead he could see that one of his buddies was in trouble and Mattias raised a leg and kicked the challenger in the stomach and ran over top of him slashing at the other men in the way.

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.

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: 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 from time to time 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: 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: 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..