Name: Kilasu Evara (Modern); Kilasu Sandfoot of the Dia'ti (Tribal)
Aliases: The Desert Rose; The Violet Witch; The Marble Mage; Aes'mena (She who gives.)

Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-eight

Race/Ethnicty: Scottish, Irish, Caucasian
Place of Origin: The Scorch (South-Eastern Arizona, South-Western New Mexico, Central-Northern Mexico)

Occupation: Sorceress; Humanitarian; Scholar; Scroll Maker; Arcane Innovator

Height: 5'5
Weight: 125 lbs

Physical Aesthetics:

• Scar on the left side of her forehead that passes down across her eye and through her cheek.
• Two small, polished bones are worn as earrings. The bones are about an inch in diameter, and curve downwards.
• A similar style bone, albeit smaller, pierces her naval, and from it dangles a small golden chain with a tiny amethyst on the end.
• Black tattoo of a fist-sized, flaming orb on her left shoulder. Small fiery bird caricatures swoop from the orb, over her shoulder, and along her collarbone in the pattern of a desert rose. The Orb is the symbol her clan.

Day To Day Attire: Typically: A green denim jacket that hangs to her thighs; a white cloth scarf that she can wrap protectively around her face; And her Bug-eye goggles. Otherwise, she favors lighter, loose shirts; sturdy pants, especially khaki; and a pair of boots.

Strengths:

• Tribal Training: As a clanswoman, Kilasu learned to survive in the Burning Sands, a brutal stretch of sand and rock her people called home. Ki is armed with impressive survival skills when it comes to the scorching days and freezing nights of the dunes and deserts. In theory she should beable to survive elsewhere, thanks to her studies. This has given her a good fortitude and has served as a constant source of endurance training.
• Dune Runner: Ki is quite lacking in the raw strength department. However, what muscle she does have is complimented by her high agility and speed. Afterall, in her clan, one does not walk across the burning dunes - They run.
  Inner Peace: One of the two things her clan is known for it their seemingly unnatural serenity. This comes from a lifelong practice of meditation, of balancing one's innermost self. Though, this is good for more than just calm thoughts and steady breathing. This meditation can be used as a buffer from outside stimulation, it can help a person ignore temperature, noise, hunger and other distracting perceptions.
• Knife Fist: The second thing her clan is known for is the Knife Fist, which is a series of calculated and precise martial arts thought to have devolved from eastern Asia, where a man could kill another with just a simple touch. The Knife First style does not rely on strength, but rather speed, and the accuracy to hit the opponents weak areas, and pressure points. This art revolves around three principles; Pain Compliance, Blood Flow, and Impact Pressure.
• Scholar: Kilasu has an inner drive to learn and create. She draws passion from reading, especially ancient texts, and attempts to utilize this knowledge in new, and innovative ways. She's fluent in multiple, modern day languages, and has some limited understanding of ancient languages.
• Store Magic: Ki, through meditation, can store arcane energy into her marbles to be used at a later time.

Weaknesses:

• Small: Kilasu has little in the way of strength, and because of her stature even her endurance only goes so far. She is a small woman, and often finds herself compared to having the same presence as a backpack full of water.
• Humane: She has a good heart, and hates to see others downtrodden and bullied. This has gotten her into trouble more than once, and will continue to do so. Ki is very pationate about helping those who deserve it, regardless of their status or class.
• The Giver:Ki is prone to helping those who having nothing by giving what she has, even until she has nothing left. This often leaves her hungry, broke, and without many possessions of note.
• Discontinuity: Ki has one major drawback to her "wondrous" gift of magic — It doesn't work on herself. She has found no way to manipulate, or trick her powers into working on herself. This includes using the magic of another to reflect her spells back at herself, the magic just fizzles out and dies.
• Burnout: The overuse of her arcane powers will result in a steadily rising pain in her body. It starts akin to muscle fatigue, and Ki has only ever pushed herself until it became a searing, crippling pain. She is unsure what will happen beyond that point, aside from her eventual death. The pain will fade overtime as the arcane power builds back up inside of her.
• Lose Your Marbles: Kilasu channels her magic through marbles, which she imbues with her arcane energy and inscribes runes onto. If she loses her marbles, she will be unable to utilize her magic. Also, creating new marbles to use takes time, and thus cannot be done "on the fly". Furthermore, her marbles can only be controlled at maximum of fifteen feet in any direction from her body.
• Heated: A bit of a dark side to Ki's rather stoic, and upbeat personality, she can be a bit of a hothead. Despite her proficiency in meditation, certain things just really get to her, and that can lead her to make rash decisions. This usually happens when someone pushes her buttons too far, assuming they know what actually bothers her, or when she feels the need to protect someone.

NAME
Stein Faurenghaust
ALIASES
"Wizard Extraordinaire"
pretty much only Stein calls himself this

GENDER
Male
AGE
Thirty-Two

RACE/ETHNICITY
Caucasian/Mixed Genetics-Maybe Irish, Maybe Scottish, Maybe Neither
PLACE OF ORIGIN
Delphian Empire

OCCUPATION
Ex-Artifact Hunter; Wizard

HEIGHT
6'0"
WEIGHT
238lb

TATTOOS/SCARS/PIERCINGS
Stein has a nasty scar on his lip and down his cheek. If asked about it, the story changes every time. His favorite one is about going head-to-head with a very ferocious Broken.
DAY TO DAY ATTIRE
Prone to wearing lavish attire of various colors and patterns. A large coat is usually shrugged on his broad shoulders leading to an ornate tunic punctuated by numerous scarves covering his neck and thick wraps of clothing around his mid-section--this may be to camouflage the burgeoning middle he's gained over a few years over of relaxed life. Comfortable, though far less elaborate pants, lead down to sturdy boots. He also has a low hanging belt containing his most valuable scrolls and a shoulder pack that holds the rest of his belongings. Neither of them are very attractive but very utilitarian. Along with that, he's always adorned in his spectacles, quite nearsighted, but there are few magnifying lenses that he can rotate and use to get a better look at things.

STRENGTHS

• Elemental Magic As an adept wizard, Stein knows a variety of elemental spells, and he can summon them, and identify them, with a well-practiced ease.
• Artifacts Unintentionally, Stein's occupation has led him to learn quite a bit about the artifacts of the old world. He can piece together their basic use. By all means, he is far from a savant, but he can at least tell you if they're working and the value of them.
• Quick Learner Having to survive as he did, he had to pick things up fast. It only takes a few times of watching something, or a couple of times of doing something, for him to get the hang of it. This stretches from the arcane to the mundane.
• Record Keeping Probably not the most useful of skills, but Stein can remember people, places, and things quite well. He tends to scribe them down in extensive vellums that he either keeps on his person or that he sells to vendors looking for maps or information. He is quite the cartographer.

WEAKNESSES

• Arcane Magic Not Stein's strong suit, and as such he relies more on scrolls for these magics than he would like to admit.
• Physical Endeavours Now, Stein isn't a fragile butterfly on the wind or anything. He used to be quite practiced in these things... until he wasn't. He's fallen out of shape, and prone to attempting to flex his brain instead of any of his muscles.
• Egotism Seeing beyond his own nose is quite hard. He will do anything for profit or gain, as long as it suits him in the long run. He's lived a life where he's been the only one that mattered, and it's hard for him to visualize anything else.
• Cowardice There's something in Stein's background that still haunts him behind his pale eyes. It causes him to freeze in the most dangerous of situations. Fortunately, he has magic. Unfortunately, it does nothing if he seizes up and doesn't use it.

To hear Stein tell the story of his life, it would begin on a fateful night with storms bustling in the horizon and a destiny not realized. Unfortunately, his life started out quite the opposite. There was no grand fate in store for him, just a lot of bad luck that culminated into his creation.

The Delphian Empire was no place to raise a child, and yet he popped into existence like an unwanted blister. Stein's mother had, at one time, been of some importance and very minor wealth, but she'd blown it all gambling and drinking. It was hard to know how'd she won over his father, a man that actually worked hard. For a time, they had a good thing, but like a rock attached to a paper boat--and other lazy metaphors--their relationship was doomed to drown. And they may have done just that, had Stein not appeared. His father, far better than his choices in women, promised to take care of the child. Stein's mother quickly disappeared back into the cogs of the Empire. The truth of it was, not a week later her knifed corpse was found in a ditch. Yet, that's not how Stein's father would tell it. He'd say that the woman was a powerful witch, and the winds of wonder had taken her far away from here. That she'd be the hero of someone else's tale. It was these fanciful lies that would fuel Stein's own imagination. And oddly enough, that imagination would become a reality.

Many years later, Stein in his younger teens, found himself cleaning out a noble house whose members had been assassinated in one ill-fated night. His father and he had been hired for almost nothing to clean out a decrepit mansion that held no worth, but quite a bit of junk. The young man wandered upon an old broom with a woven-sack covering its head. He grabbed it, and without thinking, used it to clean some cobwebs out of dusky chandeliers. As he stood on the top of a small ladder, Stein leaned too far forward, causing it to tilt and tumble underneath him. A quick yelp escaped his lips before he found the staff crackling in his hands. An electrical charge dispersed around him, and he landed safely on the ground. Mystified and a bit stupefied, he stared at the broom. He reached forward and ripped off the woven top to find that he held a staff in his hands. His father's stories of his mother beat into his brain, and he knew what he had to do.

Stein managed to smuggle the staff out with a handful of junk. He'd bring it back home and tuck it into the nook of their ramshackle house. At night, when no one was looking, he'd practice with it. Years passed, and he became quite proficient in elemental magic, but he was no master. He might have kept his abilities hidden had it not been for a debt collector showing up at their home. Apparently, his father owed some money that he was unaware of owing. That night, the man cried into the corner, while trying to tell his son it was fine. He had it covered. Stein knew better.

The next day, Stein found a job as hired "muscle" for a group of artifact hunters. He felt something deep in the pit of stomach rumble wildly about the entire prospect. He'd reveal himself as a magic user, but if the money was enough to save his father--he didn't care. Unfortunately, the mission wasn't at all as advertised. He'd been placed with a group of others that displayed various talents, and they entered an old city--crumbling and dangerous. They were beset upon by the Broken almost immediately. Stein watched as many of the group were mauled in the most unnatural of ways. Using what magic he knew, he managed to protect himself, and unknowingly, his employer. Mordecai, as Stein would learn his name, was very interested in the burgeoning powers that the young man possessed. He would take Stein under his wing and help develop that talent. He'd teach the other about reading, writing, and of course about the artifacts that he wanted to obtain from various parts of the old world. After some years of this, he'd put Stein at the head of his artifact hunting missions.

These would be the golden years of the young man. Using what power he had, he'd scavenge and procure exactly what Mordecai asked. This made Stein a rich man quite quickly. And yet with that growth came his downfall. Butting heads with Mordecai, Stein disavowed the man. Fortunately, Mordecai wasn't the vengeful sort, but he may have had something to do with future events of they young man. Something, Stein could never prove to this day.

Stein had become a bit of a folk hero in the small space that he occupied in the Empire. He'd taken on the moniker "Wizard Extraordinaire," which led people to put their faith into him blindly. And oh, did he play the part. He was prone to boisterous speeches and moments of self-aggrandizing. So, Stein found work forming his own artifact hunting groups, and had some mild success there. That was until a mission--one that he does not speak of--left him the lone survivor with nothing to show for it. He knew it felt bad when he first stepped into it, but his father had recently passed, and he threw himself recklessly into his work. It was then that he retired from the game altogether, living off of his wealth... until he couldn't.

Debt collectors came to his homestead quickly enough, only to find it quite vacated. Rumor had it that the "Wizard Extraordinaire" had escaped to Dall, but the rumor wasn't worth the money to track him down.