Name: Navi

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Personality: Pessimistic in a word, being treated like a common monster can do that to a girl. In several more words, she is snarky and has a hard time believing compliments or really any positive interaction directed to her. However if one were to pry away the synthetic wall of anger and sarcasm, one would find a surprisingly bubbly young woman who deeply cares for those around her that she can call friend.

Role/Title: Alchemist, she can create anything from potions to poisons and everything in between if provided the right materials. Her poisons are often​ mixed with, or created from her own paralytic venom, and thus always has an antidote on hand.

History: Being a Naga in a two-legged world is difficult, especially when the other breeds of your kin insist on practicing necromancy and other dark arts, as well as eating two-legs. Navi was born first in a group of four with three younger brothers following soon after. Her village nestled deep in the forest up against a small mountain far from most two-legs settlements, but as she soon learned, two-legs were infamous for their greed, and their land expanded until at the age of six she met her first two-legs.

The boy was a year older than her, an elvish boy who seemed to never wear more than a set of dark blue trousers. They became fast friends, each telling the other of their people and playing together as often as possible. This friendship was not to last, as one day the elvish boy was followed by his father, who quickly notified the nearby two-legs village that then swiftly called for a band of mercanaries. The village had to move then, only a third still alive and Navi escaping with only one good eye.

Until the age of 12 the village wandered as traders, dealing with the less volatile two-legs settlements and seeking shelter with those rare few who allowed it. On the day of her 12th birthday Navi's mother brought her to a small two-legs village that had peacefully dealt with them before. When they arrived Navi insisted on exploring the new shop that had set up in their absence, a store surrounded by plants of all shapes and sizes and colors, run by a little old lady with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

From that old lady she learned her love of alchemy, and soon became a productive and important part of her people's caravan. She took to the art quickly, trading healing salves and potions with passerby and adventurers in exchange for any unusual flora or fauna they picked up in their travels. Because of her Navi's people thrived in this new life of travel, supplying her family with the much needed currency the two-legs seemed to love throwing around so much.

The happy times ended though, as they always seem to do. Soon enough the caravan became a threat to the other smaller two-legs trading groups nearby, and unsurprisingly the two-legs sent a group of armed mercanaries after them again, it seems those people would do anything for enough money. Her mother was smart though, and learned of the attack moments before it happened, just long enough to send her little Navi on an errand with her brothers.

Navi never even had to turn around, hearing the sounds of battle behind her, she only drove her brothers on, leading them to the old woman who had taught her alchemy, the only two-legs she could trust. As time went on, and the tales of adventure told by passerby filled her head, her lust for travel grew and grew until at the age of 22 it peaked upon hearing of a party of people out to seek the source of some plauge or monsters of some sort, Navi never listened too carefully, she just wanted to get away an explore. She leaves behind her three younger brothers of 15, 13 and 17 with their surrogate mother, the old lady who even now refuses to reveal her true name.

Anything extra: Navi's venom is potent, but not lethal. She can paralyze a fully grown man in a seconds if she can properly sink her fangs in. The venom lasts a few minutes if applied with her fangs, but diluted into her poisons it lasts a good minute at most, and causes minor paralysis. The larger the target, the shorter the effects last and the less powerful they are.

Navi always carries antivenom to counteract the vast majority of her poisons ( as most are derived from her venom ) in case something happens. She can only produce so much venom, and can only make a handful of usable doses before needing to rest and wait for her body to naturally make more.

Name: Elodan Went
Archetype: Bard
Gender: Male
Age: 24

Appearance: Slightly below average height, with light skin and almost-white hair. Elodan is by no means fat, but what might be called "well-fed"- he rarely has trouble finding his next meal, which means he's healthier than most commoners. He dresses in durable traveling clothes of leather and canvas, with a somewhat-conspicuous blue-green hoodless cloak. Aside from his stiletto, he usually has at least his merlin and recorder pipe on hand, along with whatever instrument he is in the process of learning.


Personality:
Jovial, confident, light-hearted, but also quite competent. He generally puts forth a facade of good-natured cheer, but maintains a watchful eye and calculating mind beneath. Not someone to be ignored. Elodan puts a great deal of effort into making others underestimate him, though he can be as practical (and even, when called for, brutal) as anyone.
Backstory:
A long-time student of several great minstrels, Elodan is, at heart, a traveller and musician. He started off his life with very little, and found an apprenticeship with the legendary Gerhan Luteman when the older bard passed through his village. Elodan began following the bard as a way to improve his status in the world, and has since trained with two others, and learned such skills as story-telling, improvisation, and such instruments as the lute, mandola, recorder-pipe, and his favorite, the merlin.
Elodan was raised in a fairly typical rural forest town for most of his childhood, though he left the company of his father's people upon the death of his half-sister, whose specter haunts him still. At the age of fourteen, he ventured out into the urban world, where he trained for years on end as a bard, until eventually deciding that he would prefer to create stories of his own by traveling as widely as possible, that he might have the breadth of experience necessary to become one of the legends of bard-dom.

Strengths/Weaknesses:
+Talented musician and story teller, with knowledge of dozens of classic stories and songs.
+Congenial personality allows him to easily forge friendships and get away with some things he shouldn't be able to.
+Elodan is quick-witted enough to think his way out of most situations, and maintains careful vigilance at all times.
-Illiteracy, though not necessarily uncommon, is an unfortunate condition for a storyteller. Elodan must remember all stories he learns by rote memorization, as he can neither read nor write.
-Though he is otherwise talented, Elodan is nearly-useless in a fight. He carries a stiletto in a pocket in his sleeve, for emergencies, but nothing beyond that.
-In what is perhaps an ironic twist, for a schemer, Elodan trusts others quickly and easily. While this isn't inherently bad, it makes him an easy target for con artists.

Name: Brother Adjantis

Age: 43

Gender: Male

Role/Title: Religious Fanatic

History: Adjantis was born into the church. Son to a priest of Caradia, he was raised to respect the ideals of the gods and use the examples they set to guide him through his life of devout worship. He grew up surrounded by holy tomes and memorized the holy chants. By the age of sixteen he tattooed religious scripture on himself and within a few shorts years it almost completely consumed his once pale skin. As a young adult he began to bless, preach, and condemn.

As Adjantis grew into a man his unbreakable faith became more and more fanatical. His views on righteousness began to alienate him from his fellow brothers and sisters. He spoke out against all he felt were 'wicked' and openly advocated for their condemnation. This black and white mentality on justice proved popular with few, and bordering on lunacy with many.

As tensions mounted with the debate over Esmeralda's likeness to his gods, Adjantis took the side of the Emperor believing Esmeralda was the manifestation of all things good and just. With a world view buttressed by dogmatic desperation he sought to exterminate the heretics of her holiness. Identifying an assortment of people claiming Esmeralda resembled the god of all things wicked, Adjantis followed the heretics to their homes and murdered them as they slept. The people of the city awoke the next morning to witness these chosen homes set ablaze which nearly caused a city-wide fire emergency.

Though never convicted or even taken to trail, members of the church knew what Adjantis had done and publicly cast him out. This act of abandonment and betrayal only strengthened Adjantis' religious fervor as he heard a call for an expedition to combat evil that threatened the kingdom's lands. With this opportunity he could be satisfy his unquenchable thirst for righteous deliverance in the name of the gods.

Personality: Adjantis comes off as distant to others. Growing up sheltered to then have his life explode into a murderous, faith-fueled rampage has made him distrustful and careful of others. During his time in the church he never had time to unwind and socialize, leaving him rather inept at even basic conversation with others.

His strict views of the church and his faith could prove disastrous should an individual speak ill of the gods in his presence.

Adjantis' state of mind borders that of a wild experiment. An experiment with goals to view what would happen if a man knew only his faith, conditioned to the point of almost incapable of nuanced understanding.

Adjantis' faith could prove both a blessing and a curse when considering his role as a combatant. He is borderline fearless and unbreakable, believing his gods protect him on his quest to eradicate the wicked.

Anything extra: Adjantis wears his standard brotherhood robes, adorned with various scriptures slung over his shoulders and stamped with seals of purity and righteousness. He also wears a single steel shoulder plate on his left, a relic awarded to him by the church back when he was still good and just in their eyes. For equipment Adjantis wields a large warhammer and carries with him a book of prayers.