Name: Katalmach Iron Chef
Appearance:

Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Magic: Alchemy - The magic that allows Katalmach to create various potions, poisons, and other magical consumables. In other woods, something to make his food not only delicious, but helpful. Of course he can also just create regular alchemical goods such as healing potions, fire bombs, and invisibility potions, but he prefers to spice it up with his cooking. Katalmach does have some basic utility spells alongside his Alchemy ability however, such as a spell that can produce a small amount of clean or salt water, a spell that creates a small ball of fire in his hand, and a general purpose spell called Prestidigitation.
Personality: A strange one to be certain. While he's about as gruff and violent as any other orc, his focus is less about simply bullying and fighting others, but cooking. Sure this often means he hunts, but he doesn't just hunt wild and dangerous game, but also valuable resources such as vegetables, fruits, and even knowledge. Yes, knowledge about how to cook which has lead to his skills in alchemy. Unlike most orcs Katalmach has no real issues about other races beyond a healthy those of caution, since he's aware that most would distrust him for being an orc. He can be rather compassionate and generous when it comes to his cooking, as he believes the best meals are ones that are shared. That being said he is still violently protective of his food, and stealing it is tantamount to suicide. Also openly admits that he is a cannibal, though understands that sort of meal isn't for everyone. Still, if he kills you, don't expect an open casket funeral.

Background: Katalmach's reasons for being at the camp are multiple. For starters, he has been exiled from his tribe due to his quirks. Previously he went hunting with some of his kin, where quite a few ended up dying to a large and terrible monster because he was off gathering honey and herbs. While they did eventually slay the monster, the tribe had gotten quite annoyed by Katalmach's obsession with food, and thus he was exiled. As in, he ran away before they could kill him. Afterwards Katalmach worked as a mercinary, using his job fighting and killing to fund his hobby for cooking. He tried to get work as a chef but most people wouldn't hire an orc in the kitchen even if he keeps himself clean. He did find work with this eccentric elven who had an odd taste for orcs. Katalmach rebuffed her advances but did take a job as her personal chef for a while. It was with her that Katalmach had learned more about alchemy, as she personally taught any orc she could convince into having private lessons with her.

As for how Katalmach heard about the camp, he heard about it from some humans who had visited his lady. Humans, being fairly rare as far as Katalmach was concerned, were petitioning his mistress for funds to help their expedition in this mysterious camp ground. She was hesitant to put money into an endeavor that may bare no fruit, but Katalmach spoke up and offered to go with them to ensure that the place was worthy of his mistress's time. He honestly admitted that he was curious about this place and wonders if he could create new and delicious meals there, and promises to bring something special to his mistress in due time. Interested in the prospect of Katalmach actually coming back to her after so long, she allowed him to leave with the humans, giving him some supplies for his journey and funds for the camp to use.

Equipment:
Heavy Steel Armor and a big honking Battleaxe. Nothing particularlly unique or magical about either aside from their high quality craftsmanship. Courtesy of Katalmach's lady.

Cooking Supplies - A basic cooking kit that includes an iron pot, an iron skillet, a ladle, a skewer, a wooden cutting board, a carving knife, a butcher's knife, an iron tripod for the pot, a packet of tinder, and a small selection of local or otherwise easy to find seasonings.

Alchemy Tools - Multiple apparatus consisting of a mortar and pedestal for grinding down ingredients, a retort to distill mixtures, a calcinator to heat up substances, and an alembic to separate compounds.

Chill Box - A surprisingly light weight metal container housing the bulk of Katalmach's alchemist regents and ingredients. Various oils, body parts, spices, paste, and sauce is safely stored in this extra-dimensional container. Likely the most valuable thing on his person, this container is strong enough to withstand dragon fire and is entirely sealed, preventing contamination. Also contains up to three days worth of firewood and a small table.

Clothing - Katalmach has three outfits: His casual wear, his chef uniform, and his adventuring gear. His casual wear mainly consist of his boots, a fur kilt, and a cotton long sleeve if he feels cold. His Chef Uniform is far more ornate and elaborate, and can double as formal wear should such a need arise. Finally his adventuring gear consist of thicker but flexible hide and leather to assist in protecting him, as well as tactical bandoliers and pouches so he may easily access needed equipment/snacks.

Sir Ebonsteel Bloodfang - Katalmach's cat. He uses it to hunt rodents who may try to invade his kitchen space. Katalmach calls her "Ebony" for short.

Rations - Katalmach will always have a few days worth of rations on hand to snack on or feed people if needed. His most signature meal however is the Hungry Warrior's Ready Meal, a meal consisting if two large fried drumsticks, hard boiled eggs, whole wheat bread, cheese, and nuts. Not only suitable for a hungry fighter in the go, his delux meal is magically enchanted.

The drum sticks are each imbued with greater strength, enhancing one's physical strength for ten minutes after digesting. The eggs can magically suppress the harmful effects of poison and disease for an hour, as well assisting the body in overcoming these affliction. The bread grants the eater greater endurance against harsh elements, allowing them to withstand the deadly effects of extreme cold or hot weather for a whole day. The cheese can fortify one’s willpower against mind affecting magic such as illusions or mind control, though it only works once within the twenty-four hours the cheese is consumed entirely. Lastly the nuts are magically treated to emulate the effects of a goodberry spell, providing rather minor healing properties when eaten, but one but alone can satisfy one’s need for food or drink for the rest of his day. Of course nothing wrong with having seconds.

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Name: Sir Ebonsteel “Ebony” Bloodfang
Appearance:
Age: 33
Gender: Female
Race: Nekomata
Magic: Shapeshifting - Ebony is capable of transforming herself into her hybrid form, other animals her size or smaller, and most humanoid people she sees. She can only copy their physical traits, and she’s limited to humanoids who are similar to her hybrid form such as regular humans, other nekomatas, and certain elves, though her own nekomata features are always present such as her ears and tail.
Personality: Like any cat Ebony is mischievous and ultimately selfish. She’s always looking out for herself. That being said she is capable of liking people, and to make herself feel better she sometimes helps others just to stroke her own ego. Very Tsundere like that. Rather apathetic to the greater scheme of things and takes things one day at a time. Makes her very lazy and at times careless for the greater ramifications of her actions. Still she can be pretty chill and isn’t a total bitch, so long as she gets something out of it at the end of the day.
Background: Obviously, “Sir Ebonsteel Bloodfang” isn’t this Nekomata’s real name, but she’s stopped caring about what her real name was a long time ago to the point that she’s long forgotten it. She was just wandering through the city looking for her next meal ticket when she smelled something great from a fancy elf mansion. When she tracked down the scent she found a few giant rats causing a ruckus so she killed them in cold blood. That’s when some orc found her and adopted her for protecting his food. Originally she was going to shape out and explain that she didn’t want to be adopted, but then she tried some of his cooking and figured that it could be worse. At least he was a great chef, so she played the part of the pet cat from time to time, leaving whenever she feels like it to do her own thing.

Sometime later the orc she had bonded with was going to go to some mysterious campground for some reason or another. Ebony was brought along to keep protecting his food, and she didn’t really care enough to refuse. She was actually pretty excited, she’s always wanted to go on an actual adventure for once instead of just hanging around the city beating up drunks and thugs. She’ll still keep her existence a secret from the orc, so for now she’ll just enjoy this ride while she can.

Equipment:
Steel Shortsword - Ebony’s main weapon. A nice sturdy blade that can slice or stab. Typically used to slit throats.

Daggers - Ebony carries multiple daggers as an off-hand weapon and a range weapon. While it has a much shorter reach then a bow, she can still easily kill large, heavily armored people or tough monsters with a well placed knife.

Clothing - Ebony likes wearing dark, trendy clothes, as per her namesake. She accessories with various bits of jewelry too, most of them mundane.

Katalmach Iron Chef - Ebony's orc. She mooches food off of him. She actually doesn't know his name and just calls him the orc or the chef, alternatively the orc chef if she has to be very specific.

Spider Silk Rope - Roughly 100 feet of very thin yet very sturdy rope. Spider Silk is highly resistant against blades and slashing, and has to be burnt in order to separate strands. Ebony thus carries one 50 feet coil of rope, and then five 10 feet coils. Can double as a garrote too if she needs it to.

Ring of Woodland Stride - The only real magical item Ebony has. This silver ring can cast a spell once per day that creates a veil of shadows and silence radiating from Ebony, masking her and anyone she chooses near her from detection. For one hour Ebony and her friends can't be tracked except by magical means and leaves behind no tracks or other traces of their passage. It doesn’t make them invisible, but if they’re trying to be stealthy, it’ll be much harder for others to use their natural senses to find them.

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Name: Xia Yang
Appearance:

Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Magic: Though she hasn't discovered it yet, Xia is capable of Conjuration, the magic of summoning creatures or things.
Personality: Fairly outgoing and energetic, like any young woman may be. Perky enough to get the job done but sensible enough to ask questions and know when to feel doubt. Xia seems to take a lot of strange things in stride, and her life motto is "Things tend to be what they are", that is to say, no sense in freaking out over weird stuff. Xia hides a deep seated apathy and uncertainty about where her purpose is in life, whether or not she can ever truly achieve anything of notice, and if she's even capable of doing anything impressive beyond simply surviving from the day-to-day. She often worries about being useless yet at the same time has slowly accepted the idea that she is indeed replaceable, if only to numb the pain when it really becomes true. Xia is the type of girl who lies not to trick others but to trick herself.
Background: Xia is the third child, second daughter, of an average American family. Her parents were immigrants and her siblings were first generation in the states. Her older brother and sister went to good highschools and graduated college within two years. Xia's little sister was very popular and is going to go to the same college as her older siblings. As for Xia, she tried to go to her sibling's highschool but flunked out. Instead she went to an inner city school that had a reputation for troublemakers, as her family couldn't afford to send her anywhere better. Xia managed to avoid a bad crowd but didn't really exceed either, failing to either be so bad that she needed special attention, nor great enough to gain recognition.

In between all the education Xia tried to balance school with work. She had many part time jobs working either at restaurants, cafes, super markets, and occasionally with the family business, but she never stayed for long nor did she do too well. She used to take karate for quite a while, but even then the only notable thing was that she dedicated seven years to it, and even so she was never a good martial artist, just one of the regulars. This life of mediocrity chipped away at Xia's psyche and made her question whether or not it was worth continue to live and eventually die a nobody of little to no renown. So one day while she was coming back from cram school, she spotted a strange phenomenon. Some sort of portal leading to a dark world. Typically, Xia would be careful around such things. But in a moment of weakness she wanted to change her life, or failing that, put an end to the misery. So she walked through the portal, apathetic for what was beyond, on the dreams that it would be a better life one way or another.

Equipment:
School Uniform - She did just come back from school after all. Comes with glasses and clean underwear.
School Bag - Tough and Stylish! Better then most non-magical carrying cases in this world.
Books and Stuff - Notebooks and textbooks from Xia's old world. Not exactly anything useful in this world unless someone wants to study Calculus. Comes with stationary too.
First-Aid Kit - Has disinfectant, band-aids, and cotton swabs. Don't lose a limb and this ought to be enough.
Cellphone - A smartphone that fortunately has a rechargeable battery, though doesn't get any service around here. Xia's mostly been using it as a camera and flashlight.

Ntaj - Not just a longsword, but currently the only thing that Xia is capable of summoning. This magical longsword has properties that allows it to damage magic, allowing it to harm things like ghost and physically sunder spells and illusions. Somewhat sentient; while it doesn't talk to Xia (yet), it is extremely easy for her to use despite her lack of training, but for anyone else it just feels and acts like a regular longsword.
Crossbow - Relatively easy to use and can kill men in armor.
Dagger - Just in case.
Chain Shirt - About as light and protective as she can get, as leather armor is too weak but actual plate is too cumbersome.

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Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance
Aiko stands at around 5'7" and has a slender body type.

Magic:
Rather than Magic, Aiko comes from a world in which Superpowers are common place. Aiko was born with 'Flow-motion', which allows her move around almost any environment with ease. Although she is quite adept at using it, she's far from a master due to her lack of combat experience.

Personality:
Aiko has a generally terrible demeanor. She's vulgar, cynical, rash, and blunt. Despite all of that, she's not as hotheaded as one might expect, and can be quite loyal to whomever she chooses to be loyal to. She's quite materialistic, often delving into kleptomania which she isn't discreet about in the slightest. Aiko goes with the flow of life, and often doesn't worry about the future or the past very much, which also means she doesn't keep grudges for very long. It might take awhile to tolerate Aiko, she can be pretty good company in the end though.

Background:
Aiko Fujioka, Highschool delinquent turned Mafia thug. As a highschooler, Aiko was actually quite a diligent student until she just got really bored of her daily routine. Bat in hand, and her batting skills from Softball club, coupled with her surprising strength, was being used as a tool to intimidate and extort other students around her, especially the ones that couldn't outrun her ability.. It's safe to say that was just about everyone. Interestingly, she didn't actually hurt anyone.. Yet. After awhile of delinquency, she was inevitably on the police's radar, but her powers allowed her escape with ease. But there was one thing that caught her. And only one. The Mafia.

Not that she was anything special to the mafia, she just had a few scuffles with them every so often. It was evident that she was tougher than most of the cronies, but it was pretty difficult to escape from an electric net sprung on her from an invisible trap. After a lot of swearing, they hired her for the sole purpose of distracting police whenever they got involved in any mafia dealings or activities. Bait. A few sexual favors and sadistic beatings of police officers later, she rose a few ranks in the lower levels of the mafia. Still didn't mean much, but she was getting paid.

During one of her usual days of extorting money from some poor sod, she was suddenly sucked into a wormhole, which unceremoniously dumped her into a camp in a different world.

Equipment:

• 'Kenta' - Often mistaken for her nonexistent boyfriend. It's actually a baseball bat made of high-impact polypropylene. Stolen, of course.
• The clothes on her back, and the boots on her feet.
• A cellphone, strangely cute and pink with a small phone ornament that resembles a cherry

Other:

• Whenever she uses flow-motion, a pink glow emits from her body.

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Name: 'Char' Charlotte Jones

Appearance:
This is added on with the picture, she's 5'5, with purple tips in her hair (if you couldn't see them properly, telling ya know), medium sort of build.

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Magic: Like Aiko, Charlotte comes from a world which superpowers are commonplace. Her power is that of Pyromancy, meaning she can create and manipulate fire. Though she is reasonably inexperienced with her powers due to having not gone to school to learn how to control them since she was 12, she is capable of minor things like small fireballs and lighting cigarettes, also making metal very. very uncomfortable to be touching. Especially sitting on.

Personality: She doesn't like hamburgers, she *loves* hamburgers. But in all seriousness, Char is for better or worse, a delinquent. She cares little for others safety, she's bossy, vulgar, uppity, distrustful and threatens violence when she doesn't get her way and in a way acts very Princess-like, spoiled even. She acts tough and claims that nothing scares her or is beyond her, when really it's more an act she puts up so that people don't try to approach her or get close to her. As such she tends to be alone most of the time and she prefers being like this. Despite the tough girl persona, she is easily flustered and will take it out on those around her as such. She is also not afraid to resort to violence, obviously, and has a bit of a short fuse and lashing out is once again quite a common occurrence.
She seems to have deeply rooted respect with Aiko, viewing her almost as the older sister she never had and follows her as a bit of a 'lackey' as a result.

Background:
Once upon a time, there lived a young girl. Her father was a member of the mafia, not quite a big boss but also not quite a small fish either, and her mother had passed away when she was only a year old. Rather than get some stranger to help look after his child, or any sort of female figure for that matter, he left the matter up to himself when he had the time or his own colleagues and lackies.
Now of course, this also meant this young girl was exposed to some rather....obscene scenes quite often. Murder, arson, severe beatings, muggings, and even helping kittens out of trees! The insanity almost never ended, their evil ways certainly knew no bounds!
But despite all this, the goons very much treasured the young girl and messing with her meant messing with them. Bullies, disappeared. Kids who spoke badly of them, ended up beaten or their parents were forced to move away.
Soon enough, people in general began to cut themselves off from the girl. Her fellow students began to make excuses to not be near her, even the teachers feared being around her in the case they did something to earn the groups wrath.
Except of course for the 'bad apples' of the student body, the ones who thought knowing her would get them into the good books with the local mafia. Smoking before, during or after school, beating up her fellow students, bullying, extortion, blackmail and even meeting together at the local arcade to take it all up for themselves and play games, during or after school of course but never before, and bully the local kids even further were these young, upcoming delinquents hobbies.
Eventually however there came a problem, with them skipping so much school, including the vital 'Power Control 101' class, the girl never learned to control her powers properly. Of course, this lead to disaster when she was 12.
This disaster certainly got her expelled, in she was a wanted criminal for it. With his hands tied, her father instead had no choice but to enlist her into the group.
Here she first leaned the basics for her powers, but seeing as she was so far behind it took her a few years to get to the level she is now. Which is just above 'adept', if that.
But not only that, but she met another older girl soon after being allowed into the group 'officially', i.e. actually allowed to do things rather than just stick back and watch. Here she met an older girl named Aiko, and after a colossal level fuck-up on her first mission which Aiko dragged her bleeding, unconscious ass out of the two soon became close, especially seeing as they kept getting paired up on missions with another thanks to her fathers connections with the higher ups.
How she got to the world is an interesting story to say the least. She had been wandering through a local store, which paid the mob so they knew her reasonably well, when some officers came into the store to arrest someone who had just been caught shop lifting.
Upon noticing the girl and recognizing her, the officers made a move to arrest her despite the store clerks desperate, fearful pleas that it was a case of mistaken identity. One thing lead to another, and soon once again the girl found herself in an alleyway, blood oozing from a gunshot wound in her left shoulder and her fingers slightly burnt. The police were hot on her trail, following the droplets that fell from her fingers as she stumbled around in what was essentially her second home in a desperate attempt to flee, but without luring them back to the mafia hideout. Despite the patch-job she had done to try and stem the bleeding.
That was when she found herself falling all of a sudden. A wormhole had opened up beneath her, and not noticing it had stepped into it. Now she finds herself injured and alone in a strange forest she had never seen before, surrounded by strange creatures one could only dream about, gamelike monsters that were part monster, part human.

Equipment:
Numerous packs of cigarettes-You wouldn't be a delinquent without these
Makeshift bandages
Clothes-The clothes on her body of course duh. She didn't turn up naked....or did she?

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Name: Niyu

Appearance:



Age: 16

Gender: female

Race: Sahuagin

Magic:

Hydromancy - Niyu is capable of manipulating and creating liquid in various ways, such as purifying liquid into clean water or summoning a small rain storm. Miyu is capable of more powerful spells too such as making a geyser of water shoot out from the ground, but creating the water for her spells is much more taxing then just manipulating whatever water is nearby. Two common ways she uses a little bit of water is turning the water into a shield to intercept and absorb attacks, or into a prehensile whip she can use to grab or slash opponents from a distance.

Personality:

Niyu is cold and fairly silent. Like a hunter, she only watches when there is nothing to do, and acts when she's most useful. She only says something when it is necessary to do so and she often finds that actions say more then words. A lot of the time, she appears fairly emotionless, her voice usually also not giving away much of her internal feelings. Niyu was never really given the chance to express herself emotionally, and thus has harden her heart and simply acts autonomously. Niyu doesn't feel sympathy and when she does have emotions she just bottles it up and away from others.

Background:

It takes a village to raise a child, and that's especially true when the child has no parents. Niyu was orphaned at birth and subsequently taken care of by various people in her clan, however no one ever took care of her for long. They always shifted responsibility of her to others for one reason or another, often because Niyu had failed at some task or spoke out and was deemed undesirable. This taught Niyu to hold her tongue and hide the feelings in her heart in order to appease others who were taking care of her. She tried to learn everything she could to make them happy, but try as she might she would always be known as the clan's troubled child.

Niyu lived with some of her species in a nearby lake system. When the mysterious camp appeared the heads of her clan tried to estimate the danger that a camp that had been erected close by posed. They needed more information but they could not risk any of their own, so Niyu was sent to do espionage for her clan. Niyu has hunted before and thought that she could try to use those skills to spy on the camp. However stalking prey was different then stalking people. It wasn't long before she was discovered. Niyu tried to flee but she was apprehended by the camp members. She tried to fight but she was easily overpowered and outnumbered. She thought it was going to be the end for her. But then one of the members of the camp approached her with offer: she could either work with them, or she could die right there. Niyu never had a choice in life and this was hardly a choice she wanted to make. But she didn't want to die either so she joined the camp.

Equipment:

Harpoon - A spear Niyu uses to hunt for hunting. She can throw it far, accurately, and very fast, and use her magic to retrieve it after she throws it.

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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.

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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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Age: 35

Gender: Male

Race: Human

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Personality: Jericho heralds himself as a peerless combatant, a faithful soldier to those who have earned trust, and an aspiring path finder. Every situation is approached with a rational outlook and a fair assessment of his own capabilities when confronted with an overwhelming strength difference.
Rarely a joker himself, Jericho does enjoy mocking his opponents. Taunting them into a frontal assault where his training is most effective.

Outside the battlefield, Jericho is quiet and contemplative.

History: IN WEST PHILADELPHIA

Where Jericho calls home before coming to the Camp in this world was a monastery deep in the heart of a vast jungle, overrun with beasts and dangers that made traveling nearly impossible for the outside world.
A wandering ground of explorers, aided by Monks on a pilgramage, tamed the widlands with cunning and ferocity to match the harsh environment. Nearly 10 years of mapping out this dangerous place made the Monks claim the jungles as their home.

It was here that they trained brave outsiders in their art. Unarmed combat pitting your will against the ever changing hunters that roamed the shadowed canopy around them. As scouts, survivalists, and in rare cases even making trophy hunters.
Jericho is one such hunter. Seeking out the oldest and most dangerous creatures of the jungle for sport. Some he killed to make the jungles safer. Others were bested and let go, hoping to have them grow into worthier foes.

On one such hunt for a razortail, a hulking armadillo creature standing over 5 feet tall and coated with jagged spines, a wave of light stole him from the jungles. In a dizzying rush he regained his senses at the camp, fumbling for understanding.
After the locals explained the situation, showing the Obelisk and its message, it was all he could do not to smile.

With the hunting armor of his order and his cloak, gifts to aid his trophy hunting days, it was time to hunt more meaningful foes.

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Weapons

• Spiked Gauntlets. Primary source of damage, as he rarely uses a bladed weapon for anything but clearing a path through dense foliage.
• Cloak of haste. Ordinary looking at first glance, the stylish wrappings are enchanted to make its wearer lighter and faster.

Magic

• Empowered - Channeling the arcane to his body, Jericho gains raw physical power.

Name: Erik Ahlstrom
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Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Magic: His only magic is a slight bit of telekinesis he was granted upon entering this new world.

Personality: Erik is a man of many things, virtues, sins, beliefs, and even opinions. However these all surprisingly coincide with his desire to do good and just things for the world. His personality is a bit bold and out-going, even hardy and rugged at times, but he means well for the people of his home and those around him. He seeks to protect and empower his allies, while serving as a mighty gavel of justice against his enemies.

Background: Erik was born to a family in a world where magic never existed. In this world Erik was raised by a common family in a time where technology was king. The people prayed to technology, they loved technology, they even killed for it in earnest nature. In this world, the world where Technology was the heart of all, Erik served as one of these killers. However he didn't directly kill for technology himself, for he believed he could kill for good despite not wanting to kill at all.

Erik was a man of arms, to a great military that claimed justice and honor was their right and their purpose. This army claimed it fought for freedom and peace. Erik believed this as well and happily carried arms for this militant force since he was a young man. He always believed in the virtues of this militant force, that it would one day secure peace across his world. He believed this world needed it, that is strove for it, that is begged for it. However the young Erik would grow into a realization that the world is far more cruel and much less pleading than he had believed.

It was years down the line and many battles later that the young Erik had grown into a strong man with conflicted beliefs of his treasured army. He had began to see between the cracks and realized the corruption behind the curtains. He had experienced many unjust actions in his time and had even been ordered to do some himself before his eyes were open. These things weighted on him now and they made him stronger, but also weaker. His resolve to do right by the people of his world strengthened, but his belief in who could do right was shattered. He felt, at this point in his life, as if no one could do right in his world and that included himself. He wanted nothing more than justice and peace across the lands. He sought to end fighting and lay down arms. However he knew it could not be so if all sides believed they could do right with their beliefs. It was these skewed groups of militants and politicians that opened his eyes and sadly his hidden beliefs.

It was at the crucial point sixteen years into his recruitment and service that he would bear his strongest sin. At that point in time, an order was given for Erik and all the men alongside him to take up their arms and fight for their namesake. Their firearms were drawn and their bodies stilled, they had no choice but to obey their orders, and Erik led out a militant unit to slaughter countless innocent lives in a village. The gravest of sins he bore was that by his hand alone he had to take the lives of people who were absolutely innocent. This village now dead and gone, had never even passed beyond their own lands, and knew nothing of the people that were attacking them. This quaint village was a peaceful sanctuary locked away in a world full of strife.

Erik believed he would never get a chance to atone for his wrong-doing, and he believed he would have to burden his life with his sins, or take it himself. However, there came a town just after the end of the slaughter when a great light descended upon Erik and he felt an awe of power over him. He at first believed it to be a divine smiting for his sins. When he awoke in a new world without his firearms, and surrounded by a realm of mystery and oddity, he knew the smiting of his body and soul were not the case at all.

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Name: Azarell
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Age:23
Gender: Male
Race: Vastayan
Magic: Charm and Illusion
Personality: Azarell is a spontaneous, energetic, random, charming male who frequents the opportunities to show off. He is an egotist and a flamboyant narcissist who constantly puts himself in the spotlight at any chance he gets whether it is right or not. He would happily try and out-do a man at giving eulogies if he believed it would make him seem that much greater. However this personality isn't all bad. He is very much a man who knows how to his looks and his personality to aid his desires and others. He is a man with a plan, sometimes, or maybe he just wings. It is truly unknown, even to him.

Background: Azarell comes from a world drenched in magic and powers known only by the fantastical and other-worldly. In his realm he was but a commoner to a tribe of Vastayan, a people known for their connection to raw and wild magic. The Vastayan people safeguard this magic, that which flows freely through all things in the realm, and in turn the magic heralds them into their being. It aids them, it empowers them, it makes them who they are at heart. It was this magic that Azarell loved beyond belief, he safeguarded as any of his people did and even more so in ways. He valued it's power and it's truthfulness. This magic was never a lie, or a liar, and it never turned on Azarell's people. This is why he loved the magic with all his heart, for the wild magic of his world and his people, was pure.

Although the magic was pure, not all the peoples of his world were such, and it was one such race of humanoids that begone a great hunt for the magic of his people. This wild magic was sought by the other race, and that race grudgingly led war against the Vastayans for the magic. They wiped tribes off the map with ease for it, after years of gathering strength and numbers, which the Vastayans were completely unaware of in their earnest corners of the world.

Azarell was never shook so much in his life, his heart shuttered at the thought when he finally received word, and even then it was too late. He was one man, lost without the truth of his people. He had lost it all, and he blames himself. He couldn't do a thing to stop the other race, and while he knew it was impossible to stop, he still blamed himself. He does so because the very morning the race came for his tribe, and other-worldly power took him from his home, just as his eyes laid upon the invading force he was dragged away to this new world.

Equipment:Azarell's equipment so to say is his magical cloak of feathers, which acts as a weapon when wielded to slash at his foes like an extension of his arm, as well as offers some ranged potential with a specific feather or two.
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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.

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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.

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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