Name: Yarri Anderly (and her companion Luna)

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Personality: Yarri is not used to be around people. She is usually very shy and quiet, but when someone talks to her, she tries her best to smile and be friendly. She can be a bit naive from time to time, especially when it comes to trusting people. Being basically a peasant, she has a deep fear and respect for any kind of nobility, especially for the royal family.

Role/Title: Hunter, archer, wilderness guide

History: Yarri had a beautiful and happy childhood. She grew up in a small village, her father was a local gamekeeper and her mother spent most of her time taking care of Yarri and her four siblings. Ever since she could walk, she would run around and explore the forests. Her father taught her how to handle a bow, survive alone in the wild, how to track and hunt. Soon she became one of the most promising archers and hunters in the village.

Four years ago, she met Luna. Yarri was going to check the forests instead of her father – a few days journey to ensure that there aren’t any poachers laying traps or villagers stealing wood from the king’s land. She was just bending over to look at some tracks on the ground, that appeared to belong to a huge boar, followed by a pack of piglets. Suddenly she heard quiet squealing. Driven by her curiosity, she went to check the source of the sound, only to find a small wolf pup, desperately clinging to a dead body of its mother.

Yarri looked carefully around. A fight apparently had taken place there, probably between the boar and the wolf. Two mothers, trying to defend their young. And this one had clearly lost. Yarri knew she should kill the pup, they were still considered as predators and usually attacked on sight. But she couldn’t bring herself to do that. Instead she took the wolf with her, fed it and took care of it, hiding it from everyone else in the village. Soon the wolf would follow her around like a well-trained guard dog. When she finally told people about Luna, they were scared and distrustful at first, but in time they got used to her.

When the news of the plague and the monsters arrived into her village, everyone was concerned. They were safe for now, but how long would that last? Hearing about the king’s intentions to investigate the source of the problems, Yarri decided that the best way to protect her family and neighbors will be joining the king’s expedition.

Appearance:
Scrawny and short in stature, Emil doesn't cut a particularly intimidating look at first glance. Though not stout or muscular, his body does possess the appearance of one used to traveling long distances, and is in appreciable fitness. His blonde hair, while slightly unruly, is pulled behind his head in a short ponytail, and his eyes are a gleaming emerald color. He wears a shirt of chainmail underneath his blue tunic, along with a stiff leather breastplate for protection. Over his clothes and armor, Emil wears a pilgrim's cloak, and carries a simple shortsword, and a wooden staff with a small crystal atop it. The staff has several simple spell runes carved into it, for quick use.

Personality:
Timid and gentle by nature, Emil is about as noncombative as they come. Warm and kind-hearted, Emil is a modest young mage with a strong sense of morality. Level headed and rational, Emil tries his best to stay brave and rational in the face of hardship and adversity, but can occasionally show cowardice. Emil is rather impressionable, and expresses a desire to learn various skills and tricks from the older veterans, though is often self conscious about his lesser abilities when compared to that of the more experienced members of the group. Honest and trustworthy, Emil is compassionate and kind, if a little shy and soft-spoken. A very down to earth and grounded individual, Emil posseses a calm and generally positive demeanor, that only occasionally borders on naivety.

Role/Title: Healer, Mage, Journeyman

History:
A soft spoken and gentle youth from Lumoise, his appearance and manner of dress marks him as a person from the Kanan Region of Southern Lumoise. Emil was born to a rather modest family, and was the eldest and only son of a small town Pastor. Emil showed aptitude for magic at a young age, and his father a Mage-Pastor, was delighted to teach him the basics of magic. Growing up, Emil learned magical runes alongside learning how to read and write, and possessed a high level of mastery for basic level spells. Saving up what little money their family had, his father was eventually able to send him to a Lumoise Mages School at the age of 10.

At the mages schools, Emil, like the rest of the young initiates, were taught the basics and intricacies of magic, learned in reading, writing and mathematics, and were educated to the standard of nobles their age. The most promising of the young mages were also introduced to the intricacies of swordplay and other martial weapons, in order to find suitable candidates for the next class of Lumoise's Mage Knights. While Emil was eager and enthusiastic, and showed considerable promise with magic, the Archmages of the school found that he lacked the aggression and confidence suitable for, and expected of a Mage Knight. Instead, Emil continued to learn how to harness his magical abilities, achieving the rank of Adept in the School of Blessings at the young age of 16.

At the age of 18, Emil graduated from the Mages School. Like most graduates of the Mages School, Emil embarked on a year long pilgrimage- a journey across the world to gain them experience and worldly knowledge, as well as give them an opportunity to test their crafts. While most conducted their pilgrimages within Lumoise's borders, working as apprentices or plying their craft in the various cities in Lumoise, Emil and a few others decided to take a ship to Caradia, and venture through the vast lands of the Empire for their pilgrimage.

It was during this pilgrimage that Emil and several of his friends discover the trouble that was brewing in Caradia. A combination of plague and various, mysterious monsters terrorizing the far lands of the Empire. Having spent most of his pilgrimage in Caradia healing those who had been wounded by such creatures or ravaged by plague, losing several of his friends in the process, when Emil heard that the Emperor himself was nearby, and seeking out the source of the troubles personally, Emil couldn't help but feel the need to be there as well.

Anything extra:
Though primarily a healer and a mage, a few years in school and a year on the road has given Emil passing experience in a variety of fields. He possesses the basic knowledge of swordplay, knows how to tend wounds without magic if needed, and can fire a bow- though is incapable of reliably hitting moving (or even standing) targets. He also knows some cooking, sewing, and other more mundane skills for everyday purposes.

Name: Kassandra Blackbriar

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Personality: Generally outgoing, Kassandra could be described as a loud personality; keen to offer her opinion whether it's wanted or not and always ready to shoot a comment on any given situation. She is very lighthearted in nature, taking most things very jokingly unless it were a matter of life and death. Her heart goes out to those who are weaker than she or her companions and is willing to risk anything to defend the innocent, including her own life. Kassandra is often occupied, only resting in her sleep, keeping her hands busy as much as possible and usually singing a tune.

Appearance: Looks very much as she does in the above picture, though she has no scar. She couldn't have stood taller than 5'5" and weighed roughly 110 pounds, with an athletic build. A golden ring runs through the septum of her nose, resting above lips that had a hint of pout. Occasionally displayed from between her lips was a pierced tongue, a barbell with golden metal orbs on either side running through the pink mass. Either ear was also marked with teal studs. Her skin is pale and smooth, free of pockmarks or any leftovers from the wounds of battle. Perhaps that is why her eyes held no scrutinizing gaze and tended to look over situations harmlessly. She often wore a blue hooded shawl that sat atop of a tough leather corset and cloth shirt. She had tight cloth pants that end at leather boots with a steel toe.

Equipment: Kassandra held onto very little. She had a pack with basic supplies and a bedroll. Always to her side or slung across her back was a guitar. A belt ran across her waist that held a flask that was usually filled with alcohol and also maintained both her coin - purse and a bag of caltrops. At the left side of the belt was the sheathe of a well maintained but basic shortsword.

Role/Title: Vagabond, Bard, Mage, Martyr.

History: Having taken an interest in music, poetry, and the arts since a very young age, her father served as a patron of this fascination and funded an expansive tutelage, despite how it did not fit in with the etiquette and stewardship that the rest of the family had been brought up in. Kassandra lived a life of luxury and education for quite some time, though at the crisp age of 16, her magical powers were revealed to the family when the young girl brought a small bird back from the dead in front of their eyes. Although she was reportedly sick, her father and mother took no mercy, and shunned her. Leaving her noble House, Kassandra took the name of 'Blackbriar', and began wandering the empire with guitar in hand. Now, she has come to answer the call to action, as she sees it as an opportunity of adventure, a chance to do something something for the greater good, and plenty of inspiration for her literary works.

Anything extra: She only has basic magic abilities along with the power of healing, but all of these require her own life energy or blood. Therefore, to heal a broken arm would be to break hers and so on. If she can survive said wounds for 24 hours, they disappear. She is not very practiced in any particular skill aside from her ability to play guitar and generally charismatic nature.

Name: Gareth Arenar

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance (no picture): Gareth stands at an imposing six foot five, with short black hair and some stubble in the way of facial hair. He has a light skin tone with a slight tan to it, and cold blue eyes. There is a thin scar running from under his left eye to the bottom of his cheek. His nose is slightly longer than most people's, but overall he is quite handsome. Moving down to the rest of his body, Gareth has an impressive build, well-muscled from over a decade of training.

As for equipment, Gareth is clad in a layer of steel chainmail, over which he wears a cuirass (chestplate), spaulders (shoulder plates), gauntlets, and greaves (knee and shin guards.) He also wears a pair of steel boots, and has a faceless steel helmet with a sharp spike rising two inches from the top of his head. He carries with him a round steel shield, wrapped in a layer of leather and kept securely on his back. A black cloak shields him from the elements, and a traveler's pack carries the necessities of an adventurer.

Sheathed across his back is an ornate two-handed steel longsword with a gilded hilt, and the sigil of his house - a flaming fist - set in the crossguard. This is his family sword, Fury. The enchantment only enables it to be activated by someone descended from House Arenar. Once activated, the blade erupts into flame, though the fire does not warp or otherwise weaken the metal - another property of the enchantment. The enchantment can still burn the wielder, however, so it must be used with care. The wielder has the power to turn it on and off at will, though the blade will certainly still be hot afterwards.

His second weapon is an ordinary arming sword, sheathed at his right hip, that can be drawn should Fury be lost or discarded. Finally, he also has a simple dirk that he keeps in a sheathe on his boot.

Personality: Stern and serious, Gareth can be a stickler for the law and has a strong sense of justice, having been wronged in the past and stripped of what should be his by right. He is loyal to the greater good or those who are loyal to him. Despite his noble blood, he is not prejudiced to the lower classes - if anything, he often finds their company preferable. He is quite cynical and pessimistic, but courageous and unflinching on the battlefield. Despite his rather serious nature, there are occasional moments of levity, and he does have some respect or even admiration for idealists. He is also quite fond of animals. Overall, though, he can be a hard man to like for those who cannot look past his blunt manner of speaking.

Role/Title: Former noble guard captain. Sword and shield warrior, with strong leadership and tactical acumen.

History: The Arenars were a wealthy and influential House located in the capital city of the Kingdom of Sorus. They were descended from a lowborn warrior who was rewarded with a title after a long and excellent service record. Though they had no castle of their own, instead keeping a manor in the wealthiest district of their city, they had made a fortune off investments, property ownership, their own personal fleet of trading ships, and had the ear of the King himself. How they came that far from a landless war veteran is somewhat dubious.

Gareth was their heir.

The eldest of three, Gareth could rest secure in the knowledge that he would one day inherit the family title. Unfortunately, he had little interest in economics - though he paid close attention to his lessons and rarely disappointed his tutors, he was much more interested in swordplay and history, tasks which he took to with much more enthusiasm. He spent many of his hours training under the master of arms, or sequestered in the library bent over a book. He became skilled with both blade and shield, and was quite taken in by the stories of old - both fact and fiction.

At the same time, he also dug up records of his family's old business dealings. He never found anything illegal, of course, but some of the dealings were rather... unjust. Finding a much-needed project in heavy demand and then charging a fortune for it that most could barely even afford. Forming a deal with a prospective business partner, but creating some sort of loophole that ended up excluding them from the agreement. He questioned his father about them, but his father merely said it was the nature of business.

Even as a young teenager, that did not sit well with him. No, he decided. That was not what their House would be known for. Not under him, at least. He continued training and studies, but also thought of ways to bring his house prestige without suspicious business practices. Perhaps take them back to their martial roots...

Then, around the time he turned nineteen, his father fell terribly ill at the age of forty-five. He lingered on for weeks in a coma, until finally the sickness claimed him. Despite their disagreements, Gareth spent every moment with him that he could, his brother and sister stopping in to pay their respects as well. After the death, the funeral inevitably came, and the will was red aloud.

Gareth had been disowned.

The news had struck him like a crossbow bolt in the heart. Afterwards, he could only wonder why his father had done it. Had his father disapproved of his plans for their House that much? He didn't even recall discussing his plans, come to think of it, but the questions he asked had likely indicated such. Did his father simply like Edric, his younger brother and next-in-line, better? He was certainly more personable, that much was certain, but he could not wield a blade to save his life and always came across as somewhat lazy.

And so the title was passed to his seventeen year-old younger brother, who regretfully offered his condolences but made no effort to restore his status. Gareth was completely and utterly lost, but he had to do something with his life. After perhaps a week of deliberation, he joined the city guard.

He was well-suited to the work, he realized, his years of professional training and formal education putting him above the other fresh recruits, allowing him to stand out in the eyes of his officers. When they learned of his noble blood they became even more accommodating towards him, despite his disowned status. He also began to see his first real taste of fighting - not on the battlefield, but in back-alleys, against muggers and gutter rats who fought without honour. He soon discovered that he had to abandon honour as well, for in such an environment it was only a weakness.

He quickly rose through the ranks. He was good to his equals, inferiors, and superiors alike, and did not discriminate based on birth. Though he was not loved, he was respected and admired. At the age of twenty-four, he reached the rank of Captain.

Only two weeks after his promotion, another captain - his former commanding officer, with whom he had developed a strong mutual respect - pulled him aside. There were whispers that Gareth was involved in a smuggling ring, paid to look the other way while they brought illicit goods into the city. His friends had failed to believe such claims, obviously, but the other captains and the commander himself saw little evidence to dispute this, and there were plenty of lieutenants who would love to see an opening in the higher ranks. The guards would turn against him, in time. His friend told him when they would make their arrest. When that day came, Gareth made sure that he was not there.

He was busy confronting his brother.

In the years following his father's death, his suspicions had grown as he went over the issue in his head more and more. It made no sense for him to be disowned so suddenly - they had rarely quarreled, and their differences rarely came up in conversation. Furthermore, his father had been young and healthy despite his sudden illness. Forty-five was not young, but for a noble it did not quite mean one was near the verge of death, so there was little reason to write a will. And since he fell into a coma almost immediately, there was no reason to write it either. His brother had not seemed overly distressed by the development, and was the one who benefited the most. But he could not act without further proof, which there was no way to acquire, and there was no one higher he would take his case to who would believe him.

But now? Immediately after he was promoted to Captain, and began to approach a position of genuine power and influence, there was a move to arrest him for a crime he had not committed. That was the nail in the coffin. He had to find out.

It had been easy enough to incapacitate the household guards. They had grown slow and lazy, patrolling the same house every day in one of the safest areas of the city, without concern that a cutthroat could be lurking around the corner. The master of arms had grown frail and old - Gareth had always found him so strong and unbeatable when he was younger. The servants did not live in the mansion itself. His sister had been married off, so she was not present, which was well enough as there was no evidence of her involvement anyways. That just left his brother to contend with, who was no fighter and easy enough to restrain.

The confrontation was surprisingly tame. Gareth had asked a few questions, threw a few punches, tricked his brother into saying something close to a confession, and then left after leaving his own personal mark. When the houseguards woke up, they found their lord unconscious and bruised with a severe burn on his cheek that would leave a permanent scar, and the family sword had gone missing. According to Lord Edric, his mad older brother had come in, brutally assaulted the guards, and then tortured him. But considering that Edric's wounds were minimal aside from the burn, and Gareth hadn't actually killed anyone, that story was rather doubtful. Still, the fact that Gareth assaulted the home and stole an heirloom could not be disputed; he was a wanted man now.

In a seemingly unrelated case, a horse vanished from one of the stables that same night, a rather generous bag of gold left in its place that more than made up for the theft.

Gareth spent a few weeks traveling the countryside of Sorus, but knowing he would be a wanted man throughout the country, he was forced to travel abroad. He chartered a ship to the Empire of Caradia itself, a much larger nation which was not too culturally distinct from his own homeland, where no one would recognize his family name and no one from home would follow him.

Shortly after his arrival, he heard a decree about some sort of mission for the Emperor, against strange creatures. With nowhere to go and nothing to do, he could only take that as some sort of sign and follow it. Perhaps he could make a name for himself serving under this new monarch, and find some new purpose in driving back this evil.

Anything extra: He has a black horse named Diligence.

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: 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.

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: Sakimino Rin

Age: 32
Gender: female

Personality: Rin is a reserved woman thus tends to keep mostly to herself, Is extremely polite (most of the time) and is kind & friendly towards others unless given reason not to. She has a highly noticeable rather dignified & graceful presence both in & out of battle, Some may find her to be unusually flirtatious on occasion and if not discouraged by the object of her affection she can come across as a little... overbearing one might say? due to her enthusiasm which has cost her in the past but she's become less so with age & experience from failed relationships. Rin also has a deep sense of duty & responsibility in what task she commits herself to & is extremely loyal to a fault with her friends. However She can be snide with people she has a bad rapport with & will 'poke the bear' to get a reaction. (Note: She's caused more than a few social fights & bar brawls in her travels before arriving in Caradia.)

Role/Title: Unaffiliated wanderer, Full-time Bodyguard



Anything extra:
- Skilled Sword fighter: mastered an exotically foreign fighting style - has Her countries variants of a long sword, short sword, & a 3rd large blade on her back called a nodachi.

- Fanatic Bodyguard: Regardless of her duties serving as a mercenary or when fighting beside allies in combat, Rin will forsake/disregard any duties & others if Sena is in danger rushing immediately to her defense instead. (This has resulted in her being blacklisted from several mercenary companies in the past, and a couple of trading groups... well one the other didn't really have any survivors due to Rin taking their horses to whisk Sena to safety. *cougth*)

- Dirty Fighter: Not above using dirty or underhanded tricks & fighting skills - has hidden daggers & throwing knifes, caltrops, vial of sleeping tonic, bag of powdered spices (burning & blinding enemies), to give a few examples... also keeps a set of loaded dice.

- Lesbian: Rin is openly gay, she has nothing against men she just doesn't like them in that way, This was the cause in her past of the malicious rumors (was that she took other women to her bed) that stopped the marriage arrangement to a noble house.

- High alcohol tolerance: most countries alcohol has as much effect as water on Rin but she enjoys the taste, She's able to out drink many when she does 'let her hair down'. (usually to win a bet) However Rin drinking is extremely rare since Sena disapproves & often lectures Rin on the subject.

Name: Hisukagi li Sena

Age: 15
Gender: Female

Personality: Shy, Friendly & easygoing, loves exploring the world, learning new things, & experiencing different cultures. Can be stubborn, occasionally spoiled, Comes across as a 'fish out of water' due to her noble upbringing & the now traveling lifestyle of seeing the world first hand. Sena is extremely learned and can easily be described as a bookworm, She can be a bit naive and is a headstrong wide-eyed idealist which has effected her protector Rin on many occasions towards morally good actions but not necessarily safe/smart actions/results. (E.g. the time Sena convinced Rin not to kill starving bandits who'd attacked them because they were desperate only for them to come back in greater numbers later... They were discreetly dispatched by Rin without Senas knowledge the 2nd time.)

Role/Title: Displaced Imperial Noble, Unnaturally gifted mage (hidden)



Anything extra:
- (Hidden/Secret) Insanely powerful mage: Extremely powerful music user who can use any magic type if she were allowed & properly trained by experienced magic users. She refrains from any display of her power in any circumstance around other people.

- Sweet tooth: Overly fond of sweets & other confectioneries, & sweet tasting foods.

- Skilled merchant: Is a talented trader always ahead of trends & trade gossip proudly announcing she's the key-founder of the 'HisuSaki trade consortium' (Rin's oblivious to the name & the group she's apparently a co-member of)

- Bond thicker than blood: Sena see's Rin as family, & at that the only family she has left in the world, despite being the one always protected, she will stop at nothing to make sure Rin is safe as well.

Name: Maxmilián Ladislav Doubek

Age: 34 years

Gender: Male

Personality: Max Doubek prefers to observe the situation and speaks when it is necessary to share information or voice an opinion. He doesn’t put effort into making friends, due to a fear that he’ll end up indirectly causing more misfortune to fall upon them. Max tends to see more into people than he lets on. He also watches his surroundings and mentally notes down details that seem odd or helpful at the time.

In his own opinion, Maxmilián is a bad luck charm, just as some people believe that a black cat crossing their path brings bad luck. While Max has learned better control over his hex-magic, he feels that he still ends up causing a mishap in someone else’s life daily. Whether this is unintentional or not nowadays is almost moot, since people who learn of his hex magic usually see him as bad luck anyway.

In any case, Max took up a hobby in sketching the positive things in life, to try to become more optimistic. …It’s a work in progress, alongside trying to forgive others. He thinks that it’s any ill will he feels toward another person that sparks a mishap. And Max doesn’t want that to keep happening.

Role/Title: Hexblade, Occasional Sneak
In combat, Max relies on his sword and hexes. He is also capable of stealth, to a certain extent.

History:

Anything extra: A few years back, Max found Farran and decided to keep him.