Name: Kharne Blackwater

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Race: Half-Dragon/Half-Goliath

Appearance
Kharne takes after both of his parents very heavily. His mothers size and strength, his fathers natural defenses and coloration. He stands at an intimidating eight feet and six inches. Fairly above average even among other Goliaths. He's built much like a barbarian or a fighter, thick muscles ripple beneath his scales even at a near idle. Speaking of his scales, most of his body is black with a blue sheen in the right light while the plating along his chest and underside of his tail are a dark royal purple. His massive wingspan and strength doesn't make up for the half-formed membrane that decorate it, only allowing him to glide or gain a boost to jumping distance.

Strangely his horns are as white as freshly fallen snow, each one is about a foot long and curve back slightly. Three spikes line the back of his jaw, the longest of which is four inches, the middle being three, and the bottom a mere two inches long. The spikes seem to protect his ears which can swivel to catch sounds and are pointed. Much likes his horns and spikes his claws, both hands and feet, are just as white. But the claws on his feet are clearly larger and designed to tear. Lastly his eyes, which are red with a reptilian pupil, sometimes glow depending on his mood. The more agitated and angry the brighter the glow.

Personality
Kharne can best be described as a blunt individual. He despises most races flowery language that beats around the bush and instead goes right to the point. Despite his bluntness he has the patience of a mountain, only the truly stupid things in the world getting him to actually get snappy. Given his bestial nature though he's a natural empath. Able to sense true emotions to a limited degree, his humanoid nature sort of getting in the way with more reason and logic. Like almost any race if he's treated correctly he's a good ally. Treat him wrong and you'll find no friendship, no aid, and potentially a pissed off stream of acid.

History
Kharne rarely gets into his history unless a superior has asked about it. He was a part of a Goliath tribe up in the mountains, his father unknown but clearly draconic, his mother a pure-blood Goliath. Once he was mature enough physically he left the tribe behind to survive in the mountains on his own. His draconic nature driving him to hunt and solitude while his Goliath side felt he was a drain on his single parent.

Very few things could contend with him in the mountains that he wandered. Getting that nice Goliath size before finally leaving into the warmer climes beneath the mountains. Down below there was far less solitude than he thought there would be. There were these soft bipedal beings in houses. Dozens of them that ran and screamed merely at the sight of him. He didn't understand their gibberish, only the Giantish and Draconic from his people and own instinct.

During the brief time he had been in the "valley" he encountered an old Inquisitor. Such an odd being, this old man. Extremely few Goliath's lived to old age and even they went out to one-up their previous exploits. But the other odd thing was this old man could speak Draconic. So instead of yelling and screaming as he fled he held a conversation with the huge draconic man. Asking where he came from, what he planned on doing, typical stuff people wanted to know when they encountered a new and rare being.

Kharne found himself without answers to some of these questions. He had been following his instincts so much that he never really thought about his own future aside from his next meal. Finding no answer he was given a choice to follow the elderly man and learn from him or continue on with his instinctual life. It's obvious what Kharne picked, he followed the man and learned things about the world that even his ancestors and tribe didn't know. He didn't know it but his mere presence helped the old man, who'd try to rob a guy with a nearly nine foot behemoth nearby during their travels?

Cut forward a few years and here we have a Kharne that had gained a good amount of knowledge, learned to suppress his instinctual dragon nature, and even push aside, most, of his Goliath competitiveness. He wasn't the scholarly sort but he wanted to learn things that could help him in the long run. Like potentially locating his dragon father if he ever felt like going that far. In his 'off time', meaning when he didn't have his face in a book, he learned the humanoid ways of fighting. With weapons, armor, and shields instead of tooth and claw.

Kharne was a natural warrior, like all Goliaths, and had a ferocity in battle that only half-orcs and dwarves could really match. The whispers of a new Blight possibly cropping up got him curious while he was sparring. So he hit the history books! It was one of the more recent crisis that had occurred. A mere two hundred or so years ago. There seemed to be a continuous threat since the Inquisition was always called out somewhere. Or so he heard, he never personally witnessed it.

Shortly after his perusing of the history the entire Inquisition was called. The City of Ash had been...burned? Sacked? The details were sketchy on what happened. Getting what little gear he needed he set off with the rest. People talked of the blight potentially returning but this didn't sound like the blight at all. But they'd certainly find out eventually.

Equipment

• Kriegmesser: A single edged sword with a, roughly, four foot blade. It's capable of being wielded two handed but it isn't necessary.
• Steel Arm: Steel plates cover his right arm, his first knuckles to his shoulder. This is in place of a shield, allowing more maneuverability to parry melee attacks.
• "Champions" Belt: A particularly large steel clasp that goes around the waist. It's an inch thick and about five inches wide. Attached to the belt is a "skirt" of red fabric with a gold border that reaches his ankles. Offers minor protection and public decency.
• Dragon Tooth Bangle: A leather bangle on his bicep that has a ring of dragon teeth. A keepsake from his tribe up in the mountains and offers nothing but memories.
• Inquisition Tabard: Cloaks didn't exactly work due to the massive wings and discomfort of having the cloth wedged between the limbs. So he has a custom tabard that is tied behind his neck and tucked into the front of his belt with the Inquisition emblem emblazoned proudly on the broad front.

Magic

• Dragon Breath(Acid): Due to his draconic heritage he can fire a spray of acid in a 60ft line from his mouth. This can only be used twice daily
• Dragon Resistance(Acid): His dragon heritage gives him resistance to his own breath weapon damage type.
  
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  If you're wondering what Kharne sounds like, here ya go. youtube.com/watch?v=-dOXkdxP1ig

Name: Cyterius Yranov

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Race: Human

Appearance:



Standing at 5'8, he is tan-skinned with an average body build. He has green eyes, and short black hair that tends to get messy from the hood he usually wears. When not wearing his usual armor with the blue inquisition cape, he wears a white undershirt and leather pants with a brown leather hooded cloak with a black silhouette of a Falcon etched onto the back

Personality:

Quiet, Calculative, Cynical, and Cold. These would be the words to describe Cyterius by his friends. He maintains a practical and realistic worldview, not putting much weight on goodwill or that people won’t have some underlying agenda. He's by no means an easy person to approach, preferring to keep his distance from people until he's sure about them and how they think. He’s also not one to take old tales of heroism and legends at face value, always trying to see characters from the perspective that a person of their time would, and trying to think of battle tactics and strategies that ancient heroes used instead of simply "jumping in, fighting hard, and killing the bad guy". In terms of leadership, he's the kind of person that would willingly let others die if their deaths served an important purpose or a greater good. The exception to that however would be his close friends in the Luna Falcons; a small group of men and women who he grew up with and faced countless dangers alongside. Cyterius doubts he has it in himself to let them die if there was even a remote chance of saving them.

In combat, Cyterius keeps his cool, and remains calm and collected as he analyzes the situation and the danger he is presented with. He thinks and processes information faster than most, trusting logic more than instincts or feelings, which make him more suited to a tactician role than a frontline fighter.


History:

Born to a poor family in the city of Kyrantes (pronounced Kee-ran-tez) the capital of the Artuvia region of the Human Empire, Cyterius lost his parents early on as they were locked away by the City Guard when they tried to steal from a particularly influential merchant at the marketplace. He was left alone on the streets, though his parents had helped him by teaching him how to survive off the scraps of the street, and to steal what he needed. He eventually found a sense of belonging and brotherhood from a group of street children led by a large kid named Samson Karinus. Their small group of 6 shared food and money together, helping each other survive the cruel realities of their urban environment. One day, they were approached by a relatively famous Bounty Hunter who went only by the name “Sicario” who was tracking a few of his targets in their home city. When he encountered the street children, he enlisted their help by paying them to spy on his targets, and cause distractions wherever it was needed to buy him time to either capture or kill his marks, depending on what the bounty asked.

Cyterius and the other children enjoyed working for him, and liked the amount of money they got as a share from Sicario’s earnings. The bounty hunter in turn liked the kids and their moxie and took them under his wing. Though they began doing the same tasks they did once before, they eventually became full-fledged bounty hunters as they grew, inter-dependent with each other’s skills, as efficient in the shadowy forests and in the tight sun-baked crowds of cities; no target would ever remain out of their sight for long. After their master Sicario chose to go into retirement, Cyterius took on the overall leader role for the group, with Samson acting as his right-hand and leading the others as the others liked and trusted Samson more than Cyterius. They continued their activities as the Luna Falcons, furthering their reputation as a feared group of hunters for those who had the misfortune of being marked as targets for collection by the authorities. When mercenaries hired by a crime group went after Sicario in his retirement home and killed their old master, they sought revenge and went on a bloody campaign of abduction, torture, and killing of the members of the slave-trafficking ring that carried out Sicario’s murder. Those who survived were left battered and broken in the streets of their home cities, with a note telling the local authorities that the Luna Falcons will not ask for any payment for the capture of the criminals.

After their mission of revenge, they continued their usual activities for a time, until one of their members a girl named Nischa Ariteni, convinced them to enlist their group as a unit in the Inquisition’s army. Cyterius was skeptical at first, but eventually relented and they joined the Army, offering their services as a reconnaissance unit thanks to their experience and expertise in observing and tracking down targets, with their reputation as the Luna Falcons being an impressive resume for new enlistees. They underwent training and drills together, as well as exercises and war-games that taught them how to adapt their hunting skills to be most efficient on the battlefield. Cyterius in particular, caught the attention of their superiors with his quick tactical mind, and ability to quickly comprehend situations on the field. He was recommended for Inquisitor training, where they felt his talents would be of most use: directing the movements of both large and small forces in battle. Underneath the banner of the the lead Inquisitors Anora and Ardur, Cyterius specializes in leading small groups on reconnaissance missions along with hit-and-run guerrilla style attacks as a way to support the large-scale tactical sense of the twins he serves with.

Equipment:

• Salvo-Arm: Wrist-mounted, magazine fed custom crossbow that fires by flicking the wrist downward, with a leather strap that is tied to the palm of the hand. Each magazine holds 5 bolts but can be quickly reloaded. Has a tendency to jam with improper wrist movement, needing to pull the wrist upright quickly after firing to reset the string before the next bolt slides down. Bolts will also not slide into the firing chamber properly if not fired with the top-mounted magazine facing downwards to have gravity pull the bolts down.
• Light armor with thin metal plating on the torso, arms, and legs, but leather on joints and thighs. Allows quick and agile movement while providing protection from indirect blows. Blue Inquisitor cape attached to the shoulders and neck-area of the armor.
• Flying Snares: Throwable Bolas With two weights on each side. Used for both tying around a victim’s leg, or hitting them in the head with the spinning weights to disorient
• Officer’s Talon: a Curved Saber Primarily used by the horse-mounted military officers of their home region
• Man-Traps: A variation of a bear trap used by the Luna Falcons. Using a pressure pad in the middle, a vise snaps closed around a victim’s leg. Digging into flesh with small spikes to keep it attached. Cannot be unwound without the Falcon’s unique master-key for their Man-Traps. Often has a chain attached to a tree or other anchor to keep the target in one place

Magic:

N/A

Others:

Name: Lanithil Valkas
Gender: Male
Age: 128
Race: Wood Elf



Sitting at a comfortable 5’ 10” Lanithil is deceptively thin. His race is revealed in his pointed ears and pure pale skin while his woodland heritage is given away by his piercing leaf green eyes and long flowing oak brown hair. Casually he wears a deep green tunic with dark brown pants. In battle, he dawns leather armor with distinctive leaf patterns and the blue cloak of the inquisition. He also paints his face with markings long believed to help conceal their wearer.

Personality:
Though he moves and speaks with the grace of most elf kind, you will soon find the soft smile of Lanithil is a mischievous one. A jokester at heart, Lanithil will often say or do things to cheer up the bleak moods of his comrades, even if it causes him some trouble. Even to an elf like him Lanithil sees life as too short to be taken serious all the time. One must learn to laugh and enjoy life for it to be worth it. And yet, you will not find such foolishness with Lanithil on the field of battle. Once his bow is drawn, the ranger takes hold. He will follow orders without question, move with silence and haste, and kill without hesitation.

History:
The son of two woodland rangers, Lanithil Valkas was destined to take up the bow for his people. From an early age he was trained in a number of skills from guerilla warfare to wilderness survival. He had daily weapon practice with bows and short swords becoming deadly proficient in both. While many of his kind we're trained in the same arts, Lanithil was exceptionally gifted, but to his superiors, this was not always a good thing.

While Lanithil took his training seriously, he often found entertainment in using them for pranks and other practical jokes. One of his favorites was discreetly suspending a bucket of water from a rope, hiding nearby with his bow, shooting the rope once someone walked underneath, and stealthily leaving the area while a fuming elf looked for him. At least that was the plan. A few times he chose the wrong target for his pranks or made a mistake in his getaway that ended in his apprehension.

By the time he graced one hundred and entered adulthood, Lanithil had grown out of his prankster ways but retained the knowledge of his mistakes. With this plus a century of training under his belt, it was no question if he was ready for the rangers. He spent the next 25 years serving faithfully until one day mysterious tracks were discovered just outside Ilanas. After several days following the trail, Lanithil and his squad came upon a group of skinnui blight.

Though it was an easy fight, their very presence in the elves forest disturbed Lanithil. Having read the stories of what these creatures had done before, Lanithil decided to leave the rangers and join the Inquisition so that he could better protect his homeland. Having now spent 3 years with the Inquisition, Lanithil has learned a great deal about this enemy and is ready to face them.

Equipment:
Elven longbow - Crafted from the wood of the ancient trees in Ilanas and made custom to fit the needs of its user. Such a weapon is only made for the rangers of Ilandell, and the Inquisitors upon request.

Elven short swords - Dual curved blades made by the finest Smith's in Ilandell. Their sharpness and outstanding durability are only matched by the craftsmanship of the dwarves.

Hard leather armor - Standard for all rangers. Provides some protection without cost of mobility.

Blue cloak - While Lanithil preferred the dark green cloak of his people, he finds the blue of the inquisition to work well when hiding under the glow of night.

Magic: N/A

Extra:

Name:
River Fontaine

Gender:
Male

Age:
90

Apparent Age:
20

Race:
Lalafell (Plainsfolk)

Appearance:





River is one of the tallest Lalafell within his community. He stands at the height of 3 feet 6 inches with midnight blue hair that resembles the depths of the ocean and is typically worn up. His eyes are hetero-chromatic, where in one eye is blue and the other a crimson red, coupled with a vibrant almost glowing aetheric blue tattoo that swoops beneath each eye accenting them both; this same coloured tattoo can be seen on his forehead going down the direct center towards the bridge of his nose in an intricate design giving him a very distinct visage. His skin of a light caramel colour and is just as smooth with no scars nor blemishes to note. His body is rotund yet slender as is the shape of many of his peoples bodies and the ears are long and come to a point similar to that of an elves though a bit more elongated. He notably wears a long black cloak with copper embellishments,black leather belts,book strap, a white pin-striped undershirt, black leather arm guards, black pants, and brown and black leather shoes. He carries with him a grimoire at all times to help aid him in his casting as well as spectacles that are admittedly just for show.



Personality:

River has an almost childish personality, though he understands he must show his maturity and discipline in times of peril or of importance. His longevity as an elf has not hardened his heart like those of his other kind who tower above him, no he views the other races short lives as something he must cherish and understands that although they are but a passage of time with him that he to them may be their life long friend. He attempts to make bonds where he can and will do what he can to help those who need it. His mission against this blight is just as focused as anyone's although it may not seem like it at times.

History:

Magic is as natural as breathing to those of the Plains; although they do not wield it any easier than some of the other races they are almost all magically inclined in one way or another, using ley lines gifted to the world by nature alongside their study of the arcane they help to make life a little easier for themselves for such things as gardening, cooking, and even healing. Rivers parents were no exception where in his father was born with analytical magic that allowed him to study creatures for weaknesses, strengths, and much more and his mother had the ability to manipulate and create water. When it was time for his birth they placed down ley lines that would pass on their gifts to him which resulted in Rivers appearance and innate sense for both analytical magic as well as hydromancy. He began his training at an early age with the sages of his people teaching him how best to manifest his powers as well as their knowledge on the worlds natural magic conductors ( the ley lines ) and how to inscribe them into the geometric shapes they make up for the use of grimoire's, runic jewelry and so forth. As the years progressed he was able to control his powers more and more and eventually began to meld them together to create what they called “summoning” although this practice took more than the usual amount of energy to cast as it was combining two separate forms of magic to create one end result. It wasn't till later when the call for the inquisition beckoned him to help the others of the world and ensure that he can make the realm safe for all.

It was a day like any other, the young mages practiced to hone their skills while the elders attempted to learn more of the world and how best it can serve them. Families were preparing meals for their kids so that they wouldn't wait a second to have to eat after a long days work at the school, after all casting magic was a draining experience. The meals would have to wait however for while River was atop a balancing pole his eyes caught a glimmer in the distance. He immediately began to scan the area using his magic. His archiac tattoo began to glow as his pupils dialated, whilst each eye darted back and forth through the areas as they scanned for any potential threats. Finally he had caught what he'd believed to be the worst thing that could've appeared, it was a blighted monster like from the tales of his parents. He immediately yelled out to his village warning them of the danger as he hopped off the pole, creating jets of water at his feet before the land to cushion his fall. Tall green vines began to rip from underneath the ground around the village as it formed sturdy interwoven walls. A monstrous grunt could be heard as a loud thud responded against the wall. A Scar Guard was attempting to brute force it's way into the village followed by a few Skinnui. The students were asked to retreat to their homes but River could not stand idly by while other fought. He rushed forward snagging a grimoire from the school and decided to make best use of it. Waiting for the opening that would allow the elders to step out and fight he saw his chance and bolted through immediatly creating a sphere of ice around him to cut off any attempt at contact. After a long and arduous fight they managed to combat the blights as the Inquisition arrived. They explained they had been tracking this group in attempts to stop them from spreading to far out and thanked the village for their service against the monsters. River stepped forward and declared he could no long stand by while the world still has nightmares such as this, he would petition to join the Inquisition and leave his village in hopes to help better the world. With tears in their eyes the villagers held out a ceremony for Rivers departure and gifted him the robes and grimoire he uses to this day.

Equipment:

-World's Soul: A grimoire made of leather hide from the sturdiest creature of the plains and its pages crafted from a piece of their oldest living tree. The pages have been inscribed with geometric designs using gold flecked ink and the tomes cover embellished with leather straps, golden buckles, and a naturalistic design.

-Battlemages Robes: Black robes as described and shown above.

-Blue Cloak: Gifted by the inquisition, River keeps it on himself yet only wears it when prompted or during formal inquisition meetings and missions

Magic:

Hydromancy:

River's abilities to create water also allows for his manipulation of it. He can use it as a torrent to rip through enemy lines allowing for them to be pushed away from one another breaking ranks, or simply using the rush to knock his enemies prone. He may also create a barrier to help slow down projectiles or even a gaseous area to reduce visibility. In times of need he may even craft a whip for which to fight with though he typically attempts to have battlefield control.

Analytical:

River wields this magic to spy enemy weaknesses, strengths, and much more. Casters equipped with this have higher battlefield control as they can scan the areas for quick escapes or terrain hazards that can be used to their advantage, after all a well placed blade may be the deciding factor in a match, coupled with his hydromancy Rivers battlefield control takes new heights.

Summoning:

Of all his abilities this one is not only unique but also exhausting to an extent. If studied enough River begins to see all the similarities in creatures, how they're built, how they flow, move, etc. He can combine this extensive knowledge along with his ability to shape and create water to do something of a similar nature and shape a more dense and solid form resembling the creature in question. Though he cannot actually summon a steed he can replicate it using his magic, however the larger the creature is the more it takes out of him. While a small cat may be simple to summon and aid in a fight a lion would take much more out of him.

Name:
Gilead “Gil” Davidian
Gender:
Male
Age:
21
Race:
Half-Elf



Personality:
Gilead is a fun-loving, sarcastic kid. He tends to make friends with everyone he meets, however, his friendliness should not be mistaken for naivety, for Gilead is not one to be underestimated.

History:
Gilead was born in a small village in the West. His father, a human, was a Scout in the local lord’s militia while his elven mother was the handmaiden to the Lord’s wife, hence Gilead’s notable sense of propriety. His mother was also a dabbler in Magic, teaching Gil some of her skills, while his father was teaching him swordplay.
Plague took both of Gil’s parents when he was 13. At this point, he became a wanderer, honing his skills and taking odd jobs, until a mercenary band found him. He stayed with them for five years, learning from them and fighting with them. He made somewhat of a reputation for himself as one of the most deadly and fierce fighters of the last century. It was this reputation that drew the attention of the Inquisition to him.
An Elven Inquisitor by the name of Veron, saw Gilead in action as Gilead singlehandedly slew a group of 10 bandits, who were assaulting a woman on the road. Veron told Gilead how the Inquisition could use men like him, and to Gil, the Blight was just another plague, except this one, he could actually fight.
After two years with the Inquisition, Gil is one of the newest members and the mission to the City of Ash is his first real taste of field action without his mentor, Veron. However, he hopes that his skills and experience will allow him to rise through the ranks quickly and not get himself or anyone else killed.



Magic:
Gil knows a few basic spells but he is, by no means, a mage.

Name: Halek
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Race: Human

Appearance: Halek stands at a solid 5’11” in height and weighs 180 lbs. This weight comes from a athletic form that tells of years spent with a sword in hand. Halek has black hair, but there are a small amount of grays from the stress his body endures from magic. He has dark red eyes and is clean shaven. Scars litter his body, including one long one on his face going from his temple to the bottom of his jaw on the right side of his face. Runes are tattooed across his arms and torso allowing him to quickly perform spells he uses often. He has multiple golden rings and amulets, all with red gems. He typically wears a leather coat with rolled up sleeves, soft boots, and dark pants. He has metal plating on his shoulders and had different armour pieces scattered throughout his outfit, seemingly at random. All the armor pieces have strange webs of red running throughout them. He has his cloak tucked into his belt, at least the torn rag that used to be his cloak.

Personality: Halek is calm and silent, often letting others do all the yelling and bluffing. His job is to be a menacing presence and he fulfills that job well. He typically thinks deeply before he acts, unless he is in combat. In combat he runs almost purely on instinct. He is loyal to his comrades, and repays his debts no matter what.

History: Halek’s parents had given him up to the inquisition at birth. The inquisitors decided to raise him and train him along with some other children around his age. Growing up in the inquisition was in no way easy, every day was training, studies, or a new test. As they grew older the teachers began to teach the students magic. Halek had much difficulty learning most of the types of magic the teachers taught to the kids. Halek decided to focus on his sword skills to make up for his ineptitude with magic. He became one of the best in the group and was beginning to learn some of the more advanced techniques.

His life continued like this until he reached 17 and some of the higher ranking inquisitors came to choose apprentices. The man who chose him was a powerful magic user who needed some brute strength to guard him on missions. He began to go with his master on various missions hunting all traces of the blight across the land. He learned the differences between training and theory, and real combat out in the field. His master taught him all the dirty tricks in combat, and every way to trick an opponent.

He had been journeying with his master for a few years before he tried to teach him magic. Confused with why Halek had difficulty with most magics, the master began to test Halek’s aptitude in multiple magics not taught by the inquisition. He discovered that Halek was a natural at blood magic. While not dark magic it was much more closer to the dark arts than anything the inquisition dabbles in. He began studying blood magic and rituals intensely, spending most of his time with his face buried in books.

Eventually his master was promoted to the council and Halek became a true inquisitor. Over the years Halek has had a sort of autonomy, since his old master has become a sort of patron for him.

Equipment: Long Sword, Blood gems, Blue Cloak(rag), Dagger

Magic: Blood Magic

Name: Genthok Storm Bane

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Race: Half-Orc / Half-Goliath

Appearance:



One would describe this Half-orc Half Goliath as intimidating, with an impressive 8'4” height and weighing nearly 390 Lbs. With his massive stature, raw power, and imposing presence, he proves to be quite intimidating for even the most savage of foes. Genthok is larger than average Goliaths and more thickly-muscled than a normal Orc, this half-breed is often observed performing feats of incredible strength with ease. The half-breed bears a mixture of his parent’s bloodlines' physical traits. The black markings across his Grey stone like skin, the pale blue of a Goliaths eyes, and the muscle structure, sharpened canines, and pointed ears of an orc.

Multiple scars litter the half-breed’s skin. Strange dark colored burns cover his hands and the center of his chest. The result of nearly succumbing to over casting. Genthok prefers to wear strong leather and stone armor and even then it’s mostly around his waist and legs preferring to keep his upper body in a tangle of ritualistic bone armor. Other than a heavy blanket in colder weather Genthok will rarely wear anything that covers his face other than war paint. His hair is kept simple, mostly bald with a black scruffy beard.

Personality:

Genthok can be quiet and secretive around company he thinks are a threat. Otherwise, he’s the kind of guy to drown his woes in extensive training or spending time in the forest and in nature. He is a kind, stoic, and gentle creature. Even through his intimidating stature, the giant forms natural unspoken bonds with animals and children very easily.

However, none of this means he’s not a good fighter or a force to be reckoned with. When not working with hearts and minds he keeps to his studies. This shaman of nature is also quite able to change his personality to better suit a battlefield. Some have even called him insane. But this is the life of a berserker. Deal as much damage as you can, hope you don’t get killed.

History:

Genthok was born from vengeance and seen as an abomination to his Goliath mother as well as the rest of her tribe. Given up to the inquisition as tribute days after his birth. The Half breed was more than likely saved from a worse fate. Thus, he was raised by other orcs and Goliaths that were already part of the inquisition. He learned from them and even showed prowess and skill with magic.

After a time of training and learning he began to be trained in the arts of magic. Specifically the arts that come with being a shaman to be able to settle the souls of the lost and calm the creatures of the wild. The shaman held a significant impact on the cultures he was raised between and normally was the strongest spell caster among the nomadic tribes. When he finally graduated, he was tall, strong, and powerful. Harnessing both the power of a shaman and the fury of a berserker.

As part of his graduation he had to accompany a group of shamans into the deep forests, so he could find and bond with a friend. He wasn’t allowed to take any weapons and had to drink a liquid that would awaken his soul and open him up further to the world around him. This concoction also called out to the beasts in the forest until one finally answered. A large brown bear confronted the young half-breed. Soon he learned what this test was about, he would either dominate the bear or die. A harsh reality for a harsh world.

The fight lasted almost an hour before the bear was rendered unconscious. The other shamans taught him how to bond with it, talk to it, and most importantly feel what it felt. After another week of living off the land in the forest, his group returned. The bear now known as Artur walked behind his new friend. Genthok scarred and bruised from the fight was given the blue cloak of an inquisitor at 17. Finding the best place for it to hang from his belt as a mark as it was a bit small for him.

Genthok spent the next 10 years fighting, helping, and learning how to better control his magic as well as how to fight the blighted. He found most of the jobs he was tasked out on where to help purify land of evil and restless spirits as well as hunt down cults and demons they brought into this world. The giant also found himself working in small towns and villages, teaching the people how to harvest food better or improve their existing structures. Sure the inquisition was created to fight back the blight if it ever returned, but they still needed to look good to the civilians of this realm. With his natural knack for this his superiors would constantly have him walk around towns just to help and cheer people up.

Equipment:

Leather, Stone, and Bone Armor: Metal inhibits his ability to feel the world around him as a shaman. There for his armor has been made from hardy leather and stone covered in Orcish, Dwarvish, and Goliath runes. These runes help him by allowing him to focus his magic better. These runes are also mixed in with the bone armor that encompasses his upper body.

Basic Survival gear: Genthok spends most of his free time in natural environments and has thus modified the equipment given to him to better suit survival. Not just for himself but encase he has others with him as well.

Stone and crystal War hammer: because of his limits with metal, Genthok was gifted a special Hammer made of stone, crystal, and wood from an ancient elvish forest. The hammer was made by a master elvish crafter. This hammer although looking like it would break with one swing, is incredibly strong and resilient to even magical attacks.


Mark of the inquisition: his cloak hangs off the right side of his belt.

Herbs: being a shaman he has several small pouches of medicinal herbs. These plants are normally harvested from the surrounding area and are used for healing elixirs and other applications.

Magic:

Earth magic — Specialty Nature: Genthok uses his nature magic primarily to heal others and the natural world around him. He does use this occasionally to help with building houses and fortifications as well as growing food. This also allows him to befriend and control animals like Artur. The half-breed can also enhance the physical abilities of others near him by giving them a blessing of sorts, but it’s taxing after words for both parties depending on the strength and duration.

Berserkers rage: as his Orcish blood boils within him after taking a hit. He is able to gain a great amount of strength and raw power for a limited time. His ability to heal naturally increases and his pain tolerance skyrockets. This gives him the ability to deal massive amounts of damage and fight through near fatal blows. However, even though he may feel invincible he’s far from it. This ability drains him of his strength and has almost killed him before as he uses his natural magic to enhance himself. He also needs to get hit first before he can use this, and he can have trouble determining friend from foe.

Shamans Incite: this allows him to feel the world around him a bit better than others. This mostly deals with spirits and souls but also with instincts. He cannot talk to those who have passed but he can feel their pain and their emotions. This ability is what he awakened with the other shamans in the forest.

Name: Lilianna Aslin

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Race: Aasimar


Standing a little over five foot ten, Lilianna presents the picture of a perfect Aslin Aasamir, moving with a grace that years of practice in her noble house drilled into her. Her noble lineage gifted her their signature blue eyes and her Aasamir blood gave her the platinum blond hair. Small burn marks mar her arms and legs, remnants of failed training exercises. Trained as a combat medic, Lilianna forgoes her family’ traditional robes in favor of plate armor with the same designs and keeps it well polished and clean at all times.

Personality:

Despite being of Noble blood, or perhaps because of it, Lilianna developed quite the abrasive personality. As quick to curse a person out as to say greet them, Lilianna knows her place in the world and has no problem shutting anyone else down when they get in her way. As with the noble families of the Aasamir, Lilianna is consumed by the need to learn- history, magic, biology, anything that she doesn't yet know. She looks down on those who dismiss learning as a waste of time and loves engaging in scholarly debate over the littlest things. Often times, she'll purposely play the devil's advocate just to push someone's buttons.

History:

Amongst the Aasamir, there are fourteen nobles houses. Each one is ranked by magical aptitude and importance in society. House Aslin, strongest in healing magics and head of rituals and ceremonies, ranks at four. Their house colors are black, red, and gold. Black for their lost immortality, red for the blood lost in the wilds, and gold for their eventual redemption. They kept the lores and legends of the race and lead everyone in prayers and rituals, reaffirming their gratitude and loyalties to the Gods regularly.

Lilianna was born as third child of the main family. Although the family attempted to raise her as all noble families do, Lilianna was never one to be contained. Her magical aptitude and thirst for knowledge became quickly apparent and she out paced her tutors with little regard to their teaching methods, ignoring her family's chastising for failing to follow the traditional route. For a short period, she even refused to learn healing magics and the Traditions and forced the next ranking house to outfit her in plate armor and teach her swordsmanship. And although she never gained much more than average proficiency with a blade, her instance in wearing plate armor never faded. Her father and Lilianna have repeatedly clashed on the subject.

She refused the Traditions. In fact, her father nearly disowned her when she expressed severe skepticism with the concept of the Gods. Not necessarily that they don't exist but why enslave themselves to their forgiveness? The past is the past. Learn from it, use it, but why bother glorifying it when you can move on and make something better. The rest of her family by and large ignored her issues with the Traditions and let her go her way. After all, she was the youngest of three and wouldn't be handling anything the House required. But her father, a Traditionalist through and through, refused to back down. They fought bitterly and one day, she left. She studied magic and science as she traveled and, after years of learning and wandering, decided it was time to use her talents. She entered the Inquisition voluntarily as a medic-in-training and quickly earned her spot in the organization after fervently pushing for changes in their medical procedures, including updating and standardizing medical kits carried by units, updating record keeping policies, and forcing a tiny bit of healing magic down any surgeon's throat.

It wasn't until her fifth year that the Blight, its causes, and its beasts caught her scholarly attention. She watched as the squadron she was assigned to circled and killed several of the beasts. Her journals filled with observation after observation and she decided then and there to become the foremost expert in even the Inquisition on the beasts and their afflictions.

The day she became an Inquisitor was the day she went back home. She stormed into the family home, grinning like a mad woman, and shoved the blue cloak right into her father's face. And after a shocked moment of silence, they laughed together. Her father had a new suit of armor and a longsword ready for her a few months later and to this day,





Other

• Armor - Aradeyr currently dons the armor of her king from her service in his guard. Midweight yet versatile.
• Cloak - The blue cloak worn by all inquisition members. Upon passing her trials to join, she relinquished the Cloak from her previous service, finding the new emblem befitting of the name she was given at birth. She wears this with pride.
• Long Sword - "Da'at Remph or The Echo", Her mother's sword, of superior elven craftsmanship. Imbued with magical properties, it gives off the faintest of hums when unsheathed. It voices the cries of death of the enemies whose blood it has tasted, which roars and echoes around her at will when plunged into the earth, and a chorus of praise, song, or a boisterous battle cry from those avenged after death when held to the heavens. Aside from this effect, it acts as a normal weapon, lacking any other otherworldly qualities.
• Composite Bow/Quiver- Carved from wood from the Sacred Forest
• A blank book - She will often time be found scribbling tirelessly into the pages of a heavy, bejeweled tome. Upon further inspection, the book appears to be a worn, light, undecorated leatherbound notebook whose pages are completely blank.
• A golden satchel - containing few potions, her tome, money, and other personal belongings.

• Dark Vision
• Detect Thought
• Dream
• Etherealness
• Featherfall
• Force Magic
• Message
• Minor Illusion
• Sun Beam
• Toungues
• True Seeing
• Comprehend Languages