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Age: 215

Gender: Male

Race: Mountain Dwarf

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Personality: Forlorn and lost to the memories of his homeland lost in an infestation unlike any other. It is a constant plague upon his shoulders to remember the halls his ancestors had carved from the great stone in years uncounted. Born and raised to be a fair and just king to follow in the steps of his father yet never managed to claim the throne with the same grace and dignity. Rairsun is a powerful combatant with a strong drive that often leads him to the thick of combat in aid of others, but in his heart is fear of losing more kin. More friends.

Rairsun carries himself with the grace and authority of a born leader, an inspiring presence and a rock in the chaotic seas. Those who get close know it is a false bravado brought on by his guilt. His passion had never been leading people as a symbol of integrity and faith at the head of a column of able bodies Dwarven allies. His true greatness shines as a simple cook and brewer of sacred Ale.

History: Rairsun Cragshield, Son of Reirsun Cragshield, son of Riursun Cragshield, and so on; Destined to greatness as the successor of a prosperous kingdom. Treasuries fit to bursting with the crafted statuettes and armaments brought into this world by the craftsman and artisans of his lustrous homeland in Thesuri. His father had ruled with an unshakable will of burning steel and raised his young child to do the same, giving the growing Dwarfling all the tools he would need to conquer his foes and win the hearts of his people when war found its way to their halls.
Rairsun, for his part, was an apt student and devout in learning the lessons of his Ancestors but never had the heart of a leader. Of a champion. The unbroken legacy of his name was a weight that could not be cast aside so easily. No matter the challenge the young boy was faced against it was met with wisdom, understanding, and determination.

Rarely was overcoming the obstacles of his life enjoyable or held any sway to his heart at the accomplishments. In the kitchens of the undercity is where his passion bloomed, aiding the aged cooks who turned flour and water into a magic of its own. Food was the bases of his life and through it, the true heart of all the joy to be found in Thesuris mountainous heart. Every gathering hall is remembered for its smiling faces and the laughter echoing in the halls. Good food and better drink were always responsible.
When his fathers attentions were not upon young Rairsun he turned to the ovens for warmth and learning. When his appetite for the culinary was sated or stifled, limited by what the cooks knew, he turned to the breweries. Their craft was second nature to Dwarves.

When the enemy broke down the Undercity walls with tainted magic and rusty weapons it nearly came to an end. Trapped in their home now turned tomb it seemed hope had been lost. Their people destined to be sacrifices to this ancient enemy infesting their halls for centuries. From the surface had come adventurers brave and strong, one in particular captured the spirit of young Rairsun when his father fell of ugly claws. A beast of incomparable stature brandishing tooth and claw with impunity, its howl had shaken the frail courage from his enemies even when its unbridled savagery could not.
Victory saw the mercenaries away from the ruined Thesuri. The weapons and armor of his kin were the coins paid, willingly, for such a narrow escape from the rotting teeth of such a foe. In the wake of the enemies Defeat, so came the defeat of Rairsun. Home in ruins, his Kin strewn about the stones, and their history lost to the destruction of invaders, the Dwarves needed a leader.

Rairsun never claimed the throne. Though he had fought and killed many for the sake of his home it had not been his place to rebuild. A new legacy began that day as the old one fell to ruin. In the years to come he had resigned to a position as a cook for the new line of royalty and acted as advisor.

Now he sits at the camp in confusion, summoned to this new world without warning and deposited in unfamiliar territory.

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Weapons

• Carver - Kept at a razors edge, this heavy blade is more than capable of cleaving through thick hide and bone with ease.
• Mountains Will - The last few relics of his clan brought from another world.

Other: Carries a supply of cooking equipment; pots, pans, cooking knives, spices, oils, anything he can get his hands on.

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Name: Natara
Age: 41
Gender: Female
Race: Dragon

Magic: Natara’s magic is one that you would normally perhaps expect from a dragon; Fire.
She can breathe it like a long fan of flame or just spew fireballs from her mouth. Both of which she can’t repeat too much in a short period lest she risk complete exhaustion due to her still young age and lack of mastery.

Personality: For a race reputed to be somewhat unpredictable, Natara still retains some relatable juvenile personality traits. One being a large case of having a love for slight mischief and general fun.
That and she is inherently curious about certain peculiar things. One being any sort of ruins, strange structures and even people alike. Anything that is somewhat out of the ordinary or otherwise warrants more than a glance to understand grabs her interests quite often.
Even with all that however, she still retains certain hints of pride being the race that she is. Giving her rare but expectable situations where her hubris might grow a bit higher than usual. Generally speaking however, she carries herself out as a curious individual with a sliver of reservation and care towards her own safety.

Background: Born within a more secluded clan of dragons, Natara was raised quite traditionally for most of her early life in terms of knowing how to live within the lands.
Yet even her clan was a bit peculiar when it came to dragons, as excessive pride was nothing new to the race. But her family and the people around her were all taught to respect nature while on their hunts. Keeping killing and such to an outright low in terms of living. Having a more secluded life than most, she stayed within the confines of their home for a very long time before her inherent curiosity drove her to discover things around her.

The recent events got her interested, and she began spending quite a bit of time outside and searching for peculiar things or people all the more. During her search she ended up finding the same camp many of the outsiders managed to gather in, taking a great interest to the reason behind their general reason or the cause itself as to why they are suddenly here. She would spend hours upon hours even in a single day, just observing actions and behavior.

Equipment: As a dragon, she barely carries any sort of equipment other than a small necklace that was given to her from a small pile of treasure her family has gathered decades past.

Theme:

Name: Torako

Appearance:



Age: 15

Gender: Female

Race: Tiger girl

Magic:

Magic carpenting:

Torako's magic allows her to shape rough wood to her will without having to physically saw, cut and nail things together. She only needs the materials for the construction around and she can, hands on, form the wood together into whatever form she wants.

Personality:

Torako is cheerful and happy, seemingly excited every second of the day, which contrasts with what her body had went through coming through that wormhole. On the outside, it seems that she is okay being a girl now and being half animal, but when alone and in her mind, she is struggling a lot with it. Though, she always tells herself, that is could have been worse, since society is so different in this world, she has dark thoughts and cries herself to sleep more often than not. But in the morning, she hides her feelings well, but distress will always reach her again, whenever some of her animal instincts surface or when she is reminded again of what she is now. However, it appears that she is slowly, day by day, edging closer to acceptance, seeing as she is already happy that she gained a lot of years of her life.

Background:

Born male in the previous world, under a different name than now, Torako grew up an orphan and had to overcome crushing loneliness. This is when he grew very fond of animals and caring for them, but he also learned to handle himself and survive on his own.
When he grew older, he applied to work at the local zoo and slowly worked his way up to caring for the tigers.
Over the years, the tigers grew to like him and even let him care for their kits. This was when it happened. One day he was working with the daughter of the first kit he ever was able to care for when, right in the middle of the cage, a portal opened up and sucked both the kit and him in.
Terrible pain racked him as his body changed. When he arrived in the other world, he was over half his age, half-tiger-human... and female.

Equipment:

Nothing.

Theme:

Name: Harken the Orcslayer
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Age: 14
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Magic: None
Personality: Harken is a proud Desert Warrior who fights in the front lines against the Dark Lord. She is rash and known to have temper issues. She wears a hood that covers her face during battles. She hates the Goblinkind more than anyone, and would not hesitate to kill any at sight. She was loyal on her clan, and felt betrayed when one of the western lands fell to the dark side. She feared the Dark Generals of her homeworld like most inhabitants, and would feel angered if she realises she needed to kill a Demon Lord on top of this.

Background:
Harken was born in the Great Desert of her homeworld. In that world, orcs and goblins are evil and the Dark Lord & Generals threatens the world. In a harsh place like the borderlands, she was trained in the spear as soon as she could walk. She was one of the Spear Maidens, a horde of desert nomads that lives in caves or tents. One of the Western Kingdoms have sworn fealty to the Forces of the Dark. The 13 clans of the Spear have all banded together to raze the traitorous kingdom off the map. It was during the invasion that she was about to lose against a Dark Knight, when she got sucked into a portal towards another world.

Equipment: Spear