Name: Ravness Beoulve
Aliases: N/A
Titles: Queen's Guard, The First Paladin
Age: 32
Place of Origin: Ivalice
Kingdom: Igros
Gender: Female
Time of Death: 10,000 Years Ago


Eyes: Blue
Hair: Red
Day To Day Attire: Flowing but a presenting style of clothing to resembles nobility and yet a flair of humbleness. Warrior dresses as well as robes and sashes make most of her wardrobe.
Strengths: Iron-willed, determined, and prodigy of aura magic
Weaknesses: Fumbles with bows, stubborn

Relentless * Brave * Noble * Kind-Hearted

Sexuality: Homoflexible
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Ravness is accurately depicted as the first paladin, being a woman of immense bravery and courage as well as a gentle and kind heart. She is swift to lend a helping hand as she is to stand in front of impossible odds for the protection of others. Though she is a bit quirky in her humor and her dealings with others, many find this to be a charming trait that makes it easy to like her. Many more admire the amount of determination she can show and the patience she gives to others.

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (0.5 pt), apprentice (1 pt), journeyman (2 pt), expert (3 pt), master (4 pt), grand master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered and one grand mastered. If your character knows magic, it counts as a skill.

• Swordsmanship (Master): As the Queen's Guard, she has become intimately skilled with her blade, able to fend off and defeat a majority of her enemies in one-to-one combat.
• Aura Magic (Grand Master): A unique gift given to her by the Pale Lady, also known as the Light, one of two supernatural deities within the World. She is able to manipulate the energies around her to weave positive effects for herself and those around her. Being her strongest skill, she is able to call these at will and with profound effect.
• Lorekeeper (Master): Ravness has a knack and predisposition towards knowledge and learning, giving her an edge on tasks that require research and observation. This can be anything from studying people to studying ruins.
• Healing Magic (Journeyman): Average in ability, Ravness does know her fair share of healing magic and spells, mostly used out of combat to heal and treat light to moderate wounds.
• Druidic Magic (Journeyman): A less known magic, Ravness has learned the art of listening to the wind, the trees, and basic communication with the wildlife of the World.
• Mounted Combat (Journeyman): No more skilled than a mounted warrior, Ravness can mount most steeds and ride them into combat, provided the horse is trained for such a task.
• Martial Weapons (Journeyman): Besides using her own blade, should ever an event happen, she is moderately skilled in other common weapons such as quarter staffs, spears, polearms, axes and war hammers.

A listing of favorite or unique spells, if any. Maximum of four.

• Aura of Courage: An aura that coats others in a sense of courage and bravery, boosting morale and granting immunity to fear.
• Aura of Vitality: An aura that grants both herself and her allies increased strength, grace, and endurance by a moderate amount. This translates into harder hits, more fluid-like dodges, and the ability to push beyond normal limits.
• Aura of Purity: An aura that cleanses herself and allies of various ailments such as weak poisons, diseases, confusion, temporary blindness, and mind-effecting charms, stuns or rages.
• Aura of Light: An aura that infuses herself and her allies with a dim light, giving them a sharp focus that aids in spells and hitting their targets. It also makes it noticeably more difficult for enemies to hit anyone under its influence. It has a special effect on the unliving, causing them burn with a white, heatless flame whenever they strike her or her allies.

A listing of acquired artifacts. Maximum of three.

• Save the Queen: Likely one of the most famous weapons to exist in myth, this stone-looking sword was given to her by the Pale Lady. At the hilt shines a subtle white light, no matter how bright or dark it may be. It is completely unbreakable and grants two very significant abilities: the ability to appear in the user's hand at will and the granting of a magical barrier that reduces the effectiveness of spells. Both are permanent effects that cannot be stopped.
• Light's Guard: A pair of gloves given to her at the start of her heroic journey. That can provide light with a whispered, "shine" by its user. Otherwise generally speaking, they glow blue at the sign of any significant negative energy such as the unliving.
• Sash of Comfort: A uniquely enchanted sash given by her mentor, it uses old magic to comfort the user from extreme temperatures like freezing rains and scorching sands. Even in times of wild bits of weather, the user can easily ignore the discomfort and better focus on the task at hand.

Myth / Legend: Ravness is hailed as the very first paladin and the first one to truly save the world. As the story goes, she traveled the lands with every intent to aid anyone she came across and was even mentored and trained by her friend Ovelia. As time went on, the Pale Lady, the Light, noticed her glowing and loving heart and proposed a challenge of sorts - claiming if she could overcome it, then she could be given title of Queen's Guard, as her avatar.

The challenge was one of morals and bravery, consisting of a villain that surrendered (whom she spared), an old man who was hungry (whom she gave all her food to), and a wounded beast that terrorized a village (whom she healed after its defeat). Passing the challenge, the Pale Lady gifted her with Save the Queen, a blade only meant for her avatar and then explained she must stop a lich who served the Dark Lord, the Darkness. In the final battle she was fatally wounded. Her friends and allies set her upon a stone slab which flashed with a bright light, only to see her gone - she was taken by the Light to serve by her side.

Parents: Orran & Deneb Beoulve
Siblings: N/A
Childhood: Spent a healthy household assisting and helping around her village. Though barbarians from the north came early in her life and nearly killed her parents, however many of her friends past away during the attack. Something sparked, causing her to seek training in the blade.
Adulthood: Having trained as one of the village's guards, she stumbled upon a wounded woman named Ovelia. Nursing her back to health, she learned Ovelia was an accomplished warrior who took Ravness under her wing. As they trained, they also fell in love with each other. In a year's time, they set out to travel the world and offered their protection to whoever they could find.

Sadly, rumors of a lich began to spread and the pair chased after him. During the second battle with him, Ovelia past away, leaving Ravness alone. She cried for help in which the Pale Lady answered, offering her a series of challenges to overcome to prove her worth. Passing the trials with a will that impressed even the Light, she was deemed the Light's avatar. In the final battle, she slew the lich but found herself dying - her final wish being that she could see Ovelia one more time. The Pale Lady said she would meet someone with Ovelia's soul, when Ravness was needed once more...
Special Moments: Falling in love with Ovelia, passing her trials, and holding Save the Queen for the first time.

* ☠ Enemy * ⚜ Unfriendly * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ღ Ally * ♥ Crush/Significant Other *

• Etzer ☯: N/A
• Lance ☯: N/A
• Fiametta ☯: N/A
• Sibley ☯: N/A
• Sophia ☯: N/A
• Ffamran ☯: Old rival from an age past and the one who killed her love. Normally she'd be quick to be on guard, however she understands the quest given to her and that the Pale Lady would not choose him if he was untrustworthy.

Character Quote: "We cannot fall to the Darkness."
Theme Song: Legends Never Die
Aura Color: Pure White
Scent: Ravness smells of lilacs, even without perfume
Anything Else: N/A

Name: Etzer Maine Kirtzao
Aliases: Drake Fang, White Scale, Ezra Pierce
Titles: The Bold Rider, Lancer of Truth, Boundary Piercer, Master of Winter, King of Beasts
Age: 32
Place of Origin: The Jaggerjack Mountains
Kingdom: The Rose Dominion
Gender: Male
Time of Death: 7000 years ago.


Eyes: Slate grey, piercing like a rapier's tip.
Hair: Messy, dirty blond. It often appears windswept and unkempt.
Day To Day Attire: Heavy shirts and long winter robes made of thick animal pelts and hides. Dark clothing with maybe a flash of silver or trophies made from his hunts like teeth or scales often make their way into his accessorizing.
Strengths: Determination, perserverance, honesty, dauntless, loves learning new things
Weaknesses: headstrong, gullible, stubborn, arrogant, awful at taking care of himself

Fearless * Optimistic * Selfless * Empathic

Sexuality: Gay
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
While quite reckless in his youth, Etzer's rebellious spirit grew into that of the hardened hero that lead to the end of an oppressive empire. Etzer rarely takes no for an answer and refuses to believe that you're out of options until he can't lift his weapon any further. That being said, he's always valued the strength of his companions and has never thought that working alone would lead to success. Contrary to some of his habits, he has a love for wildlife and the wild spirit of youth and has deep respect for both, especially when he can watch someone grow beyond the limits of their fears.

His strongest flaw has always been the mistakes he makes to put out his own neck to save those he cares about. He often forgets about important things related to his health because there are many things in this world that are significantly more important. It would be difficult to assume he has a low opinion of himself based on his arrogant behaviour, yet his own well being always seems to be an afterthought. He was never comfortable watching someone die in battle especially if they didn't believe in it, but he was always willing to take the hit regardless of how central he was to the task at hand.

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (0.5 pt), apprentice (1 pt), journeyman (2 pt), expert (3 pt), master (4 pt), grand master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered and one grand mastered. If your character knows magic, it counts as a skill.

• Monster Tamer (Grandmaster): Etzer's greatest achievement was befriending his drake mount, Vakir, but he only gained the creature's attention by the training and education he underwent to gain an uncanny ability to befriend monsters. It was a trick of magic, of sorts, but most of it came from learning about the creatures and their behaviour. The drake claimed he had a heart like theirs: thirsty for victory, but Etzer was the only one the being would call his friend and the only warrior he would carry into battle, though many creatures were won over by this skill.
• Cavalier (Master): Starting with horses like all boys do; Etzer could supplement his skill at taming beasts with his skill at riding them. He was seen as quite the accomplished rider in his time, and knew how to adapt his skill towards any beast.
• Lancefighting (Master): Though he much preferred fighting on the back of something else, Etzer could hold his own in a battle with a polearm. His trusty spear was something he held in great regard and is what left his tale as one of a hero instead of one of a tragedy.
• Martial Weapons (Expert): He may have been a master when it came to the lance, he was sufficiently skilled in a number of other weapons ranging from other polearms to swords to axes. Though he usually only kept an extra weapon or two on him in case of emergencies, his capability with most weapons was more than enough to hold his own.
• Tactics (Expert): His father was an accomplished general, and despite how he hated it Etzer was schooled in military tactics from a young age. While he much preferred to rush into the front lines from the sky, he could provide sufficient input to tactical skills to at least analyze threats and general risk.
• Druidic Magic (Journeymen): While he only really used this skill to give him a bit of an edge when it came to understanding dangerous creatures, he was mostly mediocre at all other aspects of it. Vakir teased him often for his shameful spellcraft and it mostly became a parlour trick with some gusts of wind. He preferred to leave that skill to those with their feet on The World. He preferred to soar above it.

A listing of favorite or unique spells, if any. Maximum of four.

• Oath of the Beast: A druidic promise he could use to place himself into the mindset of the beasts he encountered. This allowed for him to understand the creature with which he was making contact, and convince them to join his side if possible. While this spell does not guarantee that they will listen, it was often the only way to be understood and demonstrate he could understand the other creature. Naturally, this was more useful on less-intelligent creatures, and it has no effect on humans, but this became a simple promise he made to The World to allow him to make contact with these other creatures. This magic would only work on one creature at a time and causes Etzer to react somewhat ferally to those that try to snap him out of the spell.

A listing of acquired artifacts. Maximum of three.

• Feather Fall Boots: Enchanted for him by his druid mentor deep in the woods, these iron boots have images of wings emblazoned on their sides, and when the heels tap together the wing images shine with white light. While active, he can control the speed of his descent from no matter what height. The boots have been with him a long time, their secondary enchantment allowing for their size to grow with his feet.
• Amulet of Dragonspeech: Entrusted to him by Vakir, his trusted companion, this amulet allowed for him to be in constant communication with his drake companion for miles via a telepathic link. Its crafted from Vakir's white scales formed into a tiny shield that's held by a chain around his neck. When Vakir speaks, it flashes white.
• Spear of Returning: The spear appeared at his side when it was announced that his father was to be executed for treason. Whenever thrown at something from a distance, he needs only call its name (Selene's Rose) and it returns to his side. It was named after his grandmother and has pink rose petals decorating the silver, weighted tip of the lance with a pink ribbon tied down from the shaft that has not disintegrated in years.

Myth / Legend: The story goes as such: Etzer's father was a member of the Rose Dynasty's military when he was born and was lost in a world of grief when his mother did not survive the procedure. The man threw himself into his work and pulled his son along with him, where he pushed him to the limits of his body even at a young age. His father truly loved his boy, but grief poisoned their interactions together. Etzer grew to resent his harsh father, and Galvus, blinded by grief, started trying to shape him into the perfect little soldier because he assumed it was what was best for him. The two were constantly at wit's end, but the breaking point was the new monarch's latest order:

"Destroy the nearby villages of the Jaggerjack mountains, and take no prisoners for the glory of your ruler!"

Galvus did not realize the ramifications of his actions. He was a trusted General of the monarch, a title he held close like armor to wear so he would not have to see his own thoughts and feelings, but the devastation and tears that came from his young boy after his father told him what had happened seemed to bring him to his senses. The monarch's rule was cruel and harsh, but he was in too deep to walk away. To deny his role as general would have been seen as treason, but he knew that his son could not follow that path.

The story goes that Galvus made a deal with a druid of the Mountain Groves, and Etzer, a young boy at the time, was given away by his father to keep him from his own mistakes, and to ensure a better future. The druid's name was Faine, and he did his best to protect the boy and teach him how to survive the wilderness, but he knew the boy couldn't stay too long. His spirit was blazing and ferocious, like that of the most vicious predators. Legend says that he spent his days wrestling with the wildlife, from wolves to bears to monstrous creatures, and that in this way he earned the respect of the World, and was gifted with the ability to befriend beasts. He spent time in the wilderness under Faine's care until he was eighteen and his restless spirit could not be held any longer, so Etzer took off on an adventure.

He went all over, away from his homeland to discover the world of freedom away from control, and he would ride into town on whichever beast was willing: from bears to boars, to giant lizards - he was never seen without a companion. But it would be a few years yet before he met his legendary partner-in-crime.

Around the time of his twenty-fifth brithday a small kingdom came to him for help. A precious treasure was stolen from the king by the vicious Vikar, Winter's Bane. Vikar was supposedly a mighty and dangerous dragon that laid waste to the countrysides in vicious trails of ice. Dragons and drakes were quite rare to find, but they always brought doom with them, yet Etzer climbed the mountain to Vikar's cave and demonstrated his strength in a legendary battle. It was said that the dragon laughed the first time he saw Etzer, but by the end of their confrontation, the prideful dragon's respect was earned by the fiery warrior, and they became unlikely companions. No man had ever stood at a dragon's side. No man thought riding one was possible, but then there was Etzer. His name spread as The Master of Winter - far enough that it got back to the Jaggerjack Mountains, still under the rule of the Rose Dynasty. A group of freedom fighters working in the shadows came to him, saying they were preparing a rebellion against the vicious monarch, but they would need his help. Etzer already was tempted, though Vakir's reminders of the dangers hung in his mind. It was the appearance of Selene's Rose in his hand one night that drove him to jump into action. War was declared on the dynasty, and they entered a gruesome battle: The War of the Stained Flower or Bloody Rose.

His legend was set in stone in the final battle. Hordes of archers aimed at him and Vikar from the sky. Everything from bows to heavy ballistae were hurled at them as they started to fly closer. The war could not be won until the walls were torn down, so Vikar and Etzer flew right down the center. Vikar was attacked on all sides by a number of warriors, and his last moments were spent there. He and Etzer spoke their heartfelt goodbyes, then Vikar hurled him towards the monarch's throne room with his last remaining strength, and Etzer fought against the monarch, and his guards, in his own throne room.

Etzer and his opponent were equally matched, yet Etzer threw all his fury into that battle. The siege outside brought the castle to collapse, and he and the monarch killed each other in their final moments, just as the palace fell on top of them. Etzer's memory was praised, and his lance recovered, but the place itself became his burial ground. His heroism led to the mountain's freedom from oppression and cruelty, and he became known as a compassionate martyr who's heart was big enough to love even a dragon.

Parents: Renn & Galvus Kirtzao
Siblings: None.
Childhood: He started out being raised by his father essentially in a military compound up until his adolescence, where he was then brought out into the wilderness to be raised by the druid Faine. Most of this time he spent in teaching or training before he finally discovered his passion and love for nature and the outdoors.
Adulthood: He traveled the world for a long time and brought peace to villages that were being attacked or raided by certain creatures. He was seen as a carefree and lackadaisical freelancer who was eventually sought out for most problems that related to the wilderness. They said there were some key occasions where a beast had to be killed, but he was always found mourning them and their bodies, taking small trinkets from them in their memory.

When he befriended Vakir, most moments were spent in the sky, on his back, or in deep conversation with the wise, ancient being. The drake never found a reason to doubt his admiration for the man, even if he was reckless and bullheaded. Vakir was proud to die next to the valiant, compassionate rider, and somehow Etzer kind of always knew that his life would end on the battlefield, regardless of his father's best intentions.

Etzer was satisfied in knowing that hopefully, he would never have to answer one question: "What was a rider without his mount?"

Special Moments: Cliff Jumping with his Feather Fall Boots, flying with Vakir for the first time, sitting on the peak of a mountain and looking across the World with Vakir at his side, thinking about the joy, life, and endless possibilities that it brought.
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Character Quote:"You're a fiery one too, yeah? I bet we'll get along just fine!"
Theme Song: Whatever It Takes - Imagine Dragons
Aura Color: A Verdant Green
Scent: He smells like first frost and fresh air.
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Name: Lance Alamo
Aliases: “Lance of Justice,” “Bloodhound”
Titles: Arcane Detective
Age: 32
Place of Origin: The City of Grimwater
Kingdom: Latrisia
Gender: Male
Time of Death: 1500 years ago


Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Day To Day Attire: Business casual. White button-up shirt, black tie, professionally tailored trousers with silk lining, dress shoes. When he goes out, he wears a black trench coat and gloves. Sometimes wears a black fedora.
Strengths: Deductive reasoning, Information Gathering, Fist Fighting
Weaknesses: Weapons, New-fangled Magitech Whatsits, Allergic to cats

Determined * Just * Ballsy * Cool-Headed

Sexuality: Straight.
Relationship Status: Widower.
Personality: Behind a melancholy and cynical demeanor lies a good man with a strong sense of justice who wants to correct the wrongs of the world. He’s been known to flirt with the ladies, but after his wife’s murder, he’s been unable to form a serious relationship. Lance doesn’t get mad; he gets even. If the justice system is broken, he’ll make his own justice, one way or another. He’s wary of folks with shady pasts, but not unwilling to work with them if something larger is at stake.

• Arcane Detective (Grand Master): A typical detective can see the obscure traces people leave behind and put them together to identify a culprit. A footprint leads to a shoe size leads to a suspect’s height. In addition to standard detective perception and deductive reasoning, Lance can comprehend the traces of magic left behind. He understands how magic fire behaves differently than a natural fire, and he can look at your palms and see traces of magic soot left behind. He can use physical evidence to create a criminal profile, and can use magical evidence to create a magical profile of his suspects. This knowledge allows him to prep and get a handle on his suspect’s abilities before confronting them. His Arcane Magnifier assists him in his deductions.
• Arcane Pugilist (Master): Boxing meets dirty street fighting with a splash of magic. His fighting style utilizes his Magitech Gloves to give him the boost he needs to go toe-to-toe with magic users.
• Eavesdropper (Master): The art of hiding in plain sight, filtering out distractions, and retaining pertinent information. Lance can get places where he isn’t welcome and get out without being noticed. His coat of shadows helps with this ability. No secret is safe if Lance is in your town.
• Interrogator (expert): Lance knows how to get someone talking and keep them talking. He can apply pain to intimidate, or shower with bribes to pacify. He’s great at picking up on tells and can smell bullshit a mile away.
• Linguist (Journeyman): Lance has a knack for languages. He can pick up on local dialects with little difficulty, and he’s a fast learner on foreign languages. It also comes in handy for eavesdropping folks who speak in code.
• Alleycat (expert): Whether it’s seedy back alleys, labyrinthine sewers, or winding caverns, Lance feels right at home. He has an excellent sense of direction and will quickly get his bearings, even in unfamiliar territory.

• Arcane Magnifier: A magitech magnifying glass that can see traces of magic invisible to the naked eye. A dimensional rift opened? Glowing cracks in space will appear. Culprit erased all traces of a magical attack? Glowing residue will appear in different patterns depending on the kind of magic used.
• Magitech Gloves: Gloves imbued with magic to augment Lance’s fighting style. They can be tuned to four different frequencies. The shocking frequency gives his enemies an electric zap upon contact. The heavy frequency makes his fists as hard as steel and heavy as lead. The swift frequency lets his fist ride on the wind, giving them a speed boost. The jammer frequency creates a momentary barrier that can defend against magical attacks. Both gloves must be attuned to the same frequency to work and are activated by smacking his fists together.
• Coat of Shadows: A trench coat imbued with dark magic. It was given to him as an “offering” in his younger days, and so it’s origins aren’t clear. The person who wears the coat can blend with the shadows around them, appearing to melt into darkness. However, the coat’s effects are entirely visual.

Myth / Legend: Lords are supposed to protect to the people. They have power, wealth, clout. Only a madman would act in defiance of their laws. However, when lords turn a blind eye, what are the people to do? Grimwater, the trading nexus of Latrisia. Folks of all walks of life called this place home. Wealthy aristocrats flaunted their status with towering mansions while merchants, artisans, and commoners all scrapped and scrambled for the opportunity to live beneath their shadows. It was an economic boon for the lords, and they attained wealth beyond even that of their king. It should have been a golden age, but gold can tarnish even the most silvered soul.

Tariffs and taxes led to under-the-table transactions, which gave rise of organized crime. Gangs staked their claims and marked their territories in blood. Those folks trying to make an honest living were squeezed to the last copper. The lords were too fat and happy to care and all the guards were on the take. If you weren’t a player in the dirty game, you were trampled under their boots. The people needed a hero. The people needed justice. Then, one man turned a cesspool of a city into a bastion of hope for the world.

Once Lance hit the streets, the shadows were no longer safe for the dwellers of the dark. One by one, he found the masterminds of the criminal rings. He thwarted their assassins, he dug up their secrets, and he waltzed into those festive mansions with so much evidence that the lords could not turn a blind eye and still retain their honor. Once Lance took up a case, he saw it through to the end. No guilty man could escape once he caught their scent, earning him the nickname “Bloodhound.”

He cleaned up Grimwater good, but then he set his sights on his greatest foe yet: the lords themselves. He called them out on their incompetence and their failure to uphold their duties. He sent a thorough report to the king, providing him with incontrovertible evidence of their corruption. Lance fought the good fight, but he was promptly beheaded for treason. He would never see the peasant uproar that his execution caused, nor would he see the king’s armies march through the streets to depose the corrupt lords. However, the people would sing about the Lance of Justice for generations to come.

Parents: Arthur and Tracy Alamo
Siblings: Younger sister, Irene Dupin
Childhood: His father was a guard and their family made ends meat on his salary. However, Arthur refused to compromise his principals, and didn’t take home any of the “perks” that most guards were offered. Lance dreamed of following in his father’s footsteps.
Adulthood: Lance’s father retired with his dignity in tact, and Lance was accepted into the town guard. However, soon Lance fell in love and married a woman named Laura, and a guard’s salary was barely enough to get by, especially with a child on the way. So, Lance made a few deals. Nothing big. He’d let some drug dealers grease his palms to ensure their privacy. Nothing that would get anyone hurt. His child would have a good life because he let a couple addicts get their fix.

One day, Laura took a bit longer at the market than expected. It was getting dark and she heard a shriek in an alley. Her one mistake was turning and looking. She was found dead in that same alley with an unborn child dead in her womb. The guards ruled it an accident and closed the books.

Lance left the guards soon after, and hunted down the man who killed his wife. It turned out, he was damned good at it. He opened up a private investigator business, accepting what payment people could afford to pay, and the rest is history.
Special Moments: Joining the guards, marrying Laura, shutting down the last major crime ring in Grimwater.

* ☠ Enemy * ⚜ Unfriendly * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ღ Ally * ♥ Crush/Significant Other *

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Name: Fiametta Teralyn Chol-Vertouhi
Aliases: Vesta Taurran, Fia Chol, Saint Fiametta
Titles: Princess of Chol, Queen of Vertouhi, The Phoenix Queen
Age: 31
Place of Origin: Lanvaldear
Kingdom: Vertouhi
Gender: Female
Time of Death: Approximately a little over nine thousand years ago


Eyes: Blue
Hair: Golden blonde, long and wavy.
Day To Day Attire: Sleek and elegant, prefers to wear lighter garments and dislikes anything that restricts her movements.
Strengths: Martial arts, fire magic, remaining level headed during confrontations, empathetic, follows directions well, able to jump and run around in dresses, running in heels without any issues
Weaknesses: Any sort of weaponry for combat is beyond her, she's actually terrified of animals (even if she hides it well), doesn't know how to properly communicate her thoughts at times, tends to come off harsher than intended

Courageous 🔥 Stoic 🔥 Pensive 🔥 Gentle

Sexuality: Demisexual
Relationship Status: Widowed, considering her husband is long gone
Personality:
Fiametta is, in one word, quiet. She was raised to never raise her voice, her opinions often quashed, so she gave up about twenty something years ago. Always calm and collected, she assesses the situation before speaking. Very little tends to faze her, though she does get surprised, she just doesn't emote very well. She's also usually very serious, her unchanging expression giving off a rather cold vibe to those around her. Still, she does like to interact with people, she just has trouble conveying herself at times, not understanding that sometimes the blunt and logical route isn't always the best way to go.

• FIRE MAGIC: [GRANDMASTER] - Can conjure and control the flames she produces. She's proficient enough to control what burns and what doesn't, her flames never go wild unless she commands them to.
• MARTIAL ARTS | HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT: [MASTER] - A practitioner of martial arts, Fiametta is more than capable of defending herself and going on the offensive.
• SMITHERY: [MASTER] - Considering her control over fire, she figured dabbling a bit in ironworks would be fun. While she hasn't crafted anything spectacular, keeping up maintenance on most weapons and armor is a breeze for her.
• COOKING: [EXPERT] - A hobby of hers, especially since she never really had to go out of her way to cook her own meals. She found it relaxing if she did it at her own pace.
• HEALING MAGIC: [EXPERT] - As a princess she was often delegated to learn a few healing spells in case her husband was injured during wartimes. Ironic now all things considered...
• DIPLOMACY: [JOURNEYMAN] - Hit or miss. It was never quite a priority of hers in her lifetime.

A listing of favorite or unique spells, if any. Maximum of four.

• SHINE: A concentration of magic that results in a small, glowing orb. Can be used to illuminate dark areas or blind a foe.
• FIREBIRD: Forms small birds that she can control. They can be used to start fires, burn messages into the ground, or serve as a distraction. At times when she is feeling alone, she sometimes forms them to accompany her.
• HEAL: A basic healing spell. Resolves a majority of flesh wounds.
• PHOENIX FLIGHT: The spell that ensured Fiametta's name would be remembered centuries after her demise. While its magnitude was greatly exaggerated, its usage is still useful. Her entire body is covered in flames, sprouting makeshift wings where her arms would be. In other words, it's a very pretty looking defensive measure as she essentially sets herself ablaze. Tends to catch people off guard as setting yourself on fire is pretty out there.

• THE CENDRILLION'S FLAME: A jewel said to have been made from a collection of phoenix tears. It greatly enhances all forms of magic.
• PHOENIX EARRING: An earring with a feather from the mystical bird. It gives Fia an immunity to fire. So essentially this is what lets her throw fire everywhere without burning herself to a crisp.

Myth / Legend:
The legend of the Phoenix Queen is one of the older, lesser known stories. When the kingdom of Vertouhi came under attack, it is said that the Queen had summoned a phoenix to the field. As it landed on her outstretched arm, the two erupted into flames and formed a giant firebird. Together they wiped out the entire opposing army, and once done the flames died out and left no trace. When they thought the queen was gone for good, the King's heir would turn out to look exactly like the late queen, and thus was she reborn.

Parents: Born from King Keegan Chol and a servant woman.
Siblings: Had several, though she is only related to them through her father; she knows nothing of her mother's family.
Childhood:
Bastard children were commonplace during King Keegan's reign as Queen Nyota was discovered to be infertile. Soon after she was displaced as queen, Keegan was notorious for taking numerous lovers, only to have his children either stillborn or premature. It wasn't until Fiametta was born that he finally had an heir at the cost of a servant's life, though he was dissatisfied until he managed to conceive a male heir. Her education and upbringing was rather strict, resulting in her repressed nature, though at least she was never left wanting. Once the king was able to get another male heir, he betrothed her to Prince Asterius in the Kingdom of Vertouhi in an effort to make an alliance.

As she was normally left to her own devices, it was entirely on accident that Fiametta would stumble upon the book that spoke of fire magic. For some reason she was drawn to fire, finding its destructive nature fascinating. Practicing it any chance she got, her skills grew rapidly, and she found herself pouring through the library to learn as much as she could.
Adulthood:
Once married to Asterius, Fiametta left her home and thought she would be delegated to a life as a dutiful wife and queen. On the anniversary of their marriage, Asterius presented her with one of Vertouhi's maps, and with it she was lead to find the Cendrillion's Flame, protected by a phoenix. The bird flew away after she had let out a rather undignified cry of surprise at finding it, though she took the jewel and a feather that had molted from the phoenix and returned home. She found that the flame greatly enhanced her magic, and found a way to use it and the feather to her advantage.

Her studies on magic continued, though her normal life would shatter as the Vertouhi Kingdom came under siege. It seemed her father had decided that an alliance was not sufficient and craved more power. As his plans did not include her safety, Fiametta found herself clashing with Chol soldiers as one attack reached the castle. To everyone's surprise, however, they would find enemy bodies scorched and driven back. Truthfully, it was a surprise advantage as Vertouhi had little mages in their army, but it was enough to catch Chol off guard and drive them out of the capital.

Things should have ended there, but King Keegan was insistant. After successfully assassinating a few members of the nobility, Fiametta decided to take things into her own hands. With jewel and feather in hand, she went incognito and joined her army as they went into a decisive battle with Chol. The fight lasted days, and all seemed lost. On that day, a brilliant pillar of flame erupted in the form of a phoenix, turning the tide of the battle. Somehow she had reached her father, and asked him to surrender. He refused, striking her down, though his forces were overwhelmed. Chol was taken by Vertouhi, and a burial service was held for the death of Fiametta.
Special Moments: The very first flame she ever conjured is her most prominent memory.
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Character Quote: "..."
Theme Song: Mirror Mirror
Aura Color: Red
Scent: Roses, the flower of passion
Anything Else: TBA

Name: Sibley Arzel
Aliases: Sirrah
Titles: Renegade Phoenix
Age: 19
Place of Origin: Northpass
Kingdom: Nalmor
Gender: female
Time of Death: ~3,000 years ago


Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Chestnut Brown
Day To Day Attire: Comfortable and nondescript. Her style of dress is generally that of a poor farm girl: undyed dresses and shawls with very little decoration make it very easy for her to get lost in a crowd. The only accessory she wears regularly is a silver chainmail bracelet.
Strengths: Quick, charismatic, doesn’t look like a kleptomaniac
Weaknesses: Kleptomaniac, poor impulse control, doesn’t deal well with authority

Rebellious * Free-Spirited * Chaotic * Trickster

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Sibley is very good at convincing folks that she isn’t here to take anything not nailed down. Upon first meeting her, she has the demeanour of a poor farm girl: quiet, polite, usually won’t speak unless spoken to. Those who know her know that this isn’t the real Sibley: when she is comfortable in a group, she will speak more readily, and tends to speak her mind. She loves to laugh and make jokes, and is known to play tricks from time to time (a favourite of hers is making things disappear). She is rather impulsive, and sometimes has trouble controlling her urges. This most often gets her in trouble when combined with her lack of respect for authority. Regardless, her heart is in the right place - even if it doesn't always seem that way.

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (0.5 pt), apprentice (1 pt), journeyman (2 pt), expert (3 pt), master (4 pt), grand master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered and one grand mastered. If your character knows magic, it counts as a skill.

• Stealth (Grand Master): Sibley learned from a young age how to get around without being noticed. She honed her skills even further upon her arrival in Mourom, and became a living legend after pulling off some of the biggest heists in the kingdom’s history.
• Planning (Expert): During her time leading the Renegades, Sibley took it upon herself to plan the heists that financed the group. She single-handedly planned the highest-profile heists, and effectively used her associates’ skills to help pull them off. Her planning experience is largely centered around breaking-and-entering.
• Leadership (Expert): Sibley founded the Renegades, and learned how to effectively lead a group because of it. It was with her direction that the group became as prominent as it did.
• Sleight of Hand/Pickpocket (Master): Sibley is very good at making things disappear - a useful skill to have when you’re in the business of taking what doesn’t belong to you.
• Lockpicking (Master): Sibley is skilled at getting into places where she shouldn’t be, and can easily pick most locks.
• Husbandry (Apprentice): Having grown up on a farm, Sibley has a general idea of how to grow food.
• Dagger Proficiency (Apprentice): Although she prefers to stay in the shadows and leave any dirty work to her associates, Sibley nonetheless knows a little about fighting with daggers. In her line of work, it’s necessary to at least know how to defend yourself.

A listing of acquired artifacts. Maximum of three.

• Skeleton Key: An enchanted key that can open any lock, stolen from the king himself. Although she doesn’t really need it, Sibley keeps it with her, just in case.
• Shrouded Boots: These black leather boots silence Sibley’s footsteps completely, making sneaking around easier. They were a gift from a fellow Renegade.
• Chainmail Bracelet: A gift from her father, Sibley has been told that this bracelet makes spellcasting easier. She has no use for it, but wears it anyway, as a reminder of where she came from and why she fights.

Myth / Legend: The legend of Sirrah varies depending on who tells it. Some paint her as a hero of common men, the Renegade Phoenix, fighting injustice and dying fearlessly for the cause; others call her a traitor, and hold her up as an example of what happens when you make the mistake of betraying your kingdom. As one might imagine, there is a sharp class divide between the two stories, with the rich and powerful much more likely to vilify her.

Regardless, the basics of the story don’t change. A girl forced from her childhood home under mysterious circumstances, a thief who quickly rose to prominence by stealing from the king himself. A young leader of a failed rebellion, betrayed by one of her own and burned at the stake for her crimes.

Not much is known about her - even her true name has been lost to time. Bards call her “Sirrah”, the word once used to address those who are beneath you, because this was the name she chose for herself: as the leader of the Renegades, she used the name Sirrah exclusively as a show of dedication to the cause. Even her fellow Renegades did not know her true name. As the story goes, when she was finally arrested, the guards demanded to know who she really was; when they addressed her as sirrah, as was custom at the time, she replied that they already called her by name, and refused to answer any further.

What is known, though, is that her death was a turning point for the kingdom. Although the Renegades ultimately failed in bringing down the monarchy (a direct result of Sirrah’s death, some claim), they were successful in stopping the nobles from abusing their power. The king enacted new laws to protect the poor, and many who were responsible for previous abuses were ousted from the royal court.

Parents: Alda & Thatcher Arzel
Siblings: Leonel, Paterick, Warren (older brothers); Zoe (older sister); Gabriella (younger sister); Kai (younger brother)

Childhood: Sibley grew up on her family’s farm outside the village of Northpass. As a child, she often got into trouble, stealing from travellers and playing tricks on neighbours.

When Sibley was 13, a group of soldiers escorting two noblemen stopped in Northpass to rest for the night. As the village had no inn, the group knocked on doors and demanded safe places to sleep, threatening violence if the residents refused. Among those who were forced to cooperate was the Arzel family: they hosted one of the noblemen and his four bodyguards. The guests were rowdy and rude, drinking long into the night and making lewd comments. When they finally fell asleep, Sibley stole as much as she could from them, including weapons, and hid it in the forest behind the farm. Content with her work, she lingered in the forest until dawn.

Upon returning to the farmhouse, she heard screaming and fighting from within. The group was not pleased to find their things missing, and was quick to make good on their threats of violence. Sibley didn’t dare go inside, or even peak in the window; she simply crouched behind the farmhouse, trying her best not to be seen, as she listened to the very one-sided skirmish. She ran when she smelled smoke, and looked back just long enough to see her home slowly go up in flames.

Adolescence: Sibley immediately left Northpass and travelled south to the city of Mourom. She made an easy living for herself as a pickpocket and petty thief, bouncing from inn to inn for several months. A chance meeting at one of these inns led to her forming the Renegades, a resistance group with the goal of bringing down the monarchy and ending the systematic abuse of the lower class, with a man called Roulin. Under Sibley’s leadership, the Renegades grew in numbers and influence, and within just a few short years, they were a household name.

A large part of this success was the way that they financed themselves: using the alias “Sirrah,” Sibley organized a number of high-profile heists, stealing from members of the king’s court and, eventually, from the king himself. When the wanted posters went up, the Renegades publicly took credit, posting their own explanations and encouraging others to join them.

Sibley’s luck ran out when Roulin betrayed her. She never learned the reason, but her leading theory is that the reward for her capture was too big for him to pass up. After spending three months in the castle’s dungeon, she was publicly burned at the stake for treason, just days after her nineteenth birthday. Looking out over the gathered crowd, she saw Renegades and strangers alike; and she knew that her work wasn’t in vain. Regardless of what became of her, change was coming.

Special Moments: founding the Renegades, stealing from the king, getting away with stealing from the king

* ☠ Enemy * ⚜ Unfriendly * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ღ Ally * ♥ Crush/Significant Other *

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Character Quote: "Welcome back, glad to see they didn't murder you. Rejoice, and - holy fuck, you're bleeding."
Theme Song: Heretic Pride
Aura Color: mint green
Scent: the vague scent of burning wood lingers on her
Anything Else:

He's the one on the left. The one on the right is his brother, Galbana.


Name:
Ffamran sil Vadris

Aliases:
The Singing Swordsman, The Devil of the Desert, The Demon Prince of Entei Bahara, The Red Demon General

Titles:
Prince of Entei Bahara, Imperial General.

Age:
29

Place of Origin:
Elatha, capital of Entei Bahara

Kingdom:
The Empire of Entei Bahara

Gender:
Male


Eyes:
Amber

Hair:
Black

Day To Day Attire:
Usually a simple set of white robes, maybe some simple golden bangles and the like. However, he will always wear his red sash, a gift from his father.

Strengths:
Excellent swordsman
Musically gifted
Very good tactician and strategist
Can be a frighteningly quick learner if he becomes interested in something

Weaknesses:
Arrogant
Diplomatically... challenged...
Aggressive

Arrogant * Aggressive * Abrasive * Protective

Sexuality:
Straight, although this doesn't stop him from teasing men just as much as women.

Relationship Status:
Single.

Personality:
To anyone meeting him for the first time, Galbana will probably come across as an arrogant jackass. More often than not, he will talk to others condescendingly or dismissively to new people, generally only changing his tone once they've proven themselves in his eyes. Once they have, however, his tone will change entirely, and he will talk to them as if they were life long friends, laughing and joking freely. He also tends to get caught up in the rush of combat, often rushing into fights when they appear.

Despite all his arrogance however, he will occasionally show surprising levels of humility. He is a great believer in the idea that a royal is both a servant and a guardian of their people, and although he never would have said it to one of them out loud, his actions throughout his life showed exactly how he felt deep down. He has also always showed extreme humility to the spirits, knowing that he would be nothing without them.

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (0.5 pt), apprentice (1 pt), journeyman (2 pt), expert (3 pt), master (4 pt), grand master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered and one grand mastered. If your character knows magic, it counts as a skill.

• Swordsmanship (Master):
  As a prince of Entei Bahara, Ffamran has been trained extensively in Baharan swordsmanship.
• Music (Master):
  Music plays an enormous role in Baharan culture, and therefore it is one of the skills that Ffamran dedicated himself to. He can play most instruments fairly well. However, his true skill is seen in his singing and skill with rhythmic instruments.
• Spirit Songs (Grandmaster):
  Ffamran is one of the greatest spirit singers to ever live. The art involves creating music and singing to the spirits in ancient, long forgotten tongues in order to request their assistance, using their mysterious, elder magics to change the landscape, weather, and all manner of other spells.
• Shield Use (Expert):
  Ffamran is quite skilled with a shield, a tool which was actually quite rare in the Baharan military before he popularised it. While originally quite weak in its usage, he quickly learned how to incorporate it into Baharan swordsmanship after obtaining his shield Maitreiya.
• Strategy and tactics (Expert):
  As a young prince, Ffamran was trained in military tactics and strategy. He has shown particular skill with unorthodox tactics and improvisation.
• Dark Magics (Apprentice):
  Towards the end of his life, Ffamran began to learn the mysterious magics of the Darkness from his Lich master, Dizarach. He didn't learn enough to use it reliably before his death, although he did learn to summon and manipulate shadowy tendrils from across his body, which took the form of tattoos when not in use. However, access to the magic of the Darkness requires him to sing one of the mysterious, and dangerous, Black Songs.

• Song of the Wind:
  The Song of the Wind allows Ffamran to manipulate the air flow around him through the spirits. While he can use it to attack with the wind directly, he uses it far more often to enhance his physical speed by both nullifying most wind resistance in front of his attacks and pushing them from behind.
• Song of the Ancients:
  The Song of the Ancients had existed long before even Entei Bahara, and is said to be the very first Spirit Song. This song calls to spirits within the trees and wood, earning it the nickname of 'The Green Song'. Through it, Ffamran can ask the spirits to manipulate and accelerate the growth of most flora, leading to both wood-based attacks and quick, if weak, defensive applications.
• Song of the Spirits:
  The Song of the Spirits, known to most spirit singers of Ffamrans time, is a song that allows him to ask the spirits for guidance in his own language. It even allows him to summon weaker spirits in their physical forms, a magic that would eventually evolve into the summoning of Familiars in the future.
• The Black Songs:
  The Black Songs are, for the most part, forbidden to all but the most experienced spirit singers, due to the danger they present to both the singer and the people around them. Although not truly understood during Ffamran's time, this is because instead of asking normal spirits for assistance, it asks the Darkness itself, slowly poisoning the caster should it be used for extended periods. However, this is what allows Ffamran to use the black tendrils gifted to him by Dizarach, and is therefore a useful trump card in his mind should he run out of other options.

A listing of acquired artifacts. Maximum of three.

• Bunanza: Bunanza, also known as the Songsword, is a sleek weapon made from an unknown metal. It's odd design, consisting of two separate blades extending from the hilt, both looks and functions almost identically to a tuning fork, releasing a single lingering note when struck against another hard object. Depending on the area of the blades that is struck, a different note will be released, with hits further up the blade releasing higher notes. Additionally, due to its purpose, it has been enchanted to survive any impact, never becoming blunt or breaking. This enchantment also affects Bunanza's sheath, allowing him to use it like a large baton, or almost a second sword, should he not have access to Maitreiya for whatever reason.
• Maitreiya: An ancient shield from a neighbouring land, Maitreiya had originally been used by the countries spirit singers in much the same way as Bunanza, having a similar effect. The shield was created similarly to a cymbal or gong, rising up to form a small protrusion in the center. When the protrusion is hit, the resulting sound is similar to a bell, whereas the rest sounds more like a gong, getting higher pitched the closer to the hit is to the edges. Along with Bunanza, Ffamran wields Maitreiya in combat by using his opponents in attacks against the pair to form a rhythm and tune, singing to it to speak with the spirits.

Myth / Legend:
According to most legends, one would probably come to the conclusion that Ffamran was actually a villain. A brilliant swordsman, near unrivalled Mage, and dangerous general, the Baharan was the second in command of the lich known as Dizarach and rival to the great hero Ravness Beoulve. He was even the one who struck down her lover, Ovelia.

However, to the people of Entei Bahara, the ballad of Ffamran sil Vadris is a different one entirely, a tragedy of the prince who, knowing he wasn't cut out to lead the country, passed the crown down to his younger brother. The prince who, upon being warned of an approaching invasion by the country of Igros by a friend of his father, the lich Dizarach, he did everything in his power to stop prevent it. Who led his men in battle, fighting and killing people who, had he met them outside of war, he would have likely become lifelong friends with.

The tragedy of a man who never learnt that he, along with his entire country, was being manipulated by the Lich into fighting its battles for it, and died fighting to protect everything he loved from a woman who never meant them any harm.

Parents:
Delita sil Vadris and Mirana sil Zodias

Siblings:
Galbana sil Vadris

Childhood:
Even as a child, Ffamran was rambunctious and wild, eager to prove his strength against people. While Galbana, younger than him by two years, sought to solve conflicts through discussion, the heir to the throne continued to get in fights with any child who talked badly about him. However, he always had a soft spot for his little brother, and while many in the palace worried what their future would look like under such a violent, immature ruler, Ffamran's thoughts were occupied with what might be the most mature decision he'd ever make.

Finally, on the celebration for his twelfth birthday, he announced his decision to the world, shocking literally everyone, as he hadn't consulted with anyone beforehand. Ffamran sil Vadris, next in line to the throne of Entei Bahara, would be passing the role on to Galbana, and in a rare show of humility, stated that his brother was far more worthy of the role than an aggressive fool like him. Later that night, he spoke with his parents and brother, who still weren't quite sure how serious he was. However, he was quick to assure them that he was, and that he would be better focusing on the military side of the empire, and that someone like Galbana would be far better suited to leading the empire in other areas.

After a few more days of convincing, this led to him studying combat, strategy and tactics and, in a move that shocked everyone even more, the music and Spirit Singing, after seeing one of his fathers vassals performing the ancient art to stop a sandstorm. This led to him traveling across the empire and even into a neighbouring eastern kingdom, learning from master spirit singers and improving his skills. It was one of these masters, El Sian Jio, who presented him with the shield Maitreiya at the age of fifteen, after impressing the elderly man enough to entrust it to him.

Adulthood:
For a few years, peace reigned over Entei Bahara. Galbana ascended to the throne, becoming an emperor beloved by all, after Delita passed away to illness, and Ffamran was well on his way to mastering spirit singing and the arts of war, having fought in many battles across the empire. However, when he was twenty-two years old, he was approached by the lich Dizarach.

Dizarach had saved his grandfather, Grana sil Vadris, from an assassin back when Delita was still a young boy. Ever since then, the Lich had been a trusted friend of the royal family, assisting them many more times over the coming years, so when he warned Ffamran about an approaching invasion from the neighbouring country of Igros, he believed him.

The two spoke to Galbana, who agreed to make preparations. However, he told them he'd attempt to speak with the leaders of the other nation, and possibly improve relations before such an attack can take place. However, relations only proved to get worse over the coming years, and it wasn't long before warriors from Igros began to ignore the borders and make their way into Baharan territory. The reason? That the people of Igros were being attacked by a Lich, and it was lurking just across the border. Worried, Ffamran and Galbana traveled to a border fortress to try and clear up the situation.

However, things quickly spiralled out of control, as Dizarach appeared between the two groups and warned the brothers that it was all a trap, an excuse to kill the two and cripple the empire before the rest of the army goes through with the invasion. The heroes from Igros, catching sight of their target, attacked, but Dizarach used powerful illusion magic to trick them into attacking Galbana instead. This resulted in Galbana losing his left arm, cut off just above the elbow by the swordswoman Ovelia. In turn, this convinced Ffamran that it was in fact a trap, and quickly leapt to his brothers defence, fighting the heroes along with Dizarach. In the ensuing battle, Ffamran managed to fatally wound Ovelia. Upon seeing the horrified reaction from the woman's companion, who it seemed was also her lover, a pang of remorse struck him, lasting long enough for the woman to take Ovelia's body and escape. However, he quickly remembered that Igros were the ones who had started the war, and that he couldn't stay there. And so, he had some of his most trusted men transport Galbana back to Elatha, took the rest of his soldiers, and crossed the border, intent on disrupting the 'invasion' wherever he could. It wasn't long before Dizarach officially took charge of the army, and Ffamran settled in as his second in command.

Over the next few years, they would conduct raids against Igros from the mountains. Many times, Ffamran would also find himself locking blades with the woman who had fought alongside Ovelia, or as she was known now, the Queens Guard Ravness Beoulve. Both wins and losses began to pile up, as the two fought time after time. However, as time wore on, the losses became more and more frequent, and it wasn't long after that that his and Dizarachs forces began to get pushed back. As more and more of his soldiers ceased to return from battle, he began to get desperate.

They believed in him.

Believed that he would end the war before it could pass the borders, like Dizarach said it would.

He couldn't let his country down, couldn't let his friends down.

And so, he turned to Dizarach for help.

And the Lich taught him the terrible magic of the Black Songs.

Just a few short months after that day, the paladins finally located their encampment in the mountains, and both sides knew that this may very well be the final battle. Desperate to defend his homeland and the few Baharan soldiers who were still alive, Ffamran leapt down from the rocks above and challenged Ravness and her followers alone. The following fight was brutal, with Ffamran putting everything he had into fighting the group, including the Black Song that allowed him the use of the black tendrils. However, in the end, it proved to be for naught. The battle would end, leaving him bleeding out amidst the smashed trunks of trees grown from his own songs.

In his dying moments, Ffamran made begged Ravness to spare his people.

He never heard the answer.

Special Moments:
The moments he received Bunanza and Maitreiya from two of his teachers, the day of Galbana's coronation, the day he left Entei Bahara for the last time.

* ☠ Enemy * ⚜ Unfriendly * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ღ Ally * ♥ Crush/Significant Other *

• Ravness Beoulve: Unfriendly. Would probably be enemy, but right now he needs to know more about what's going on before he can continue his fight, and to be frank, she's also proven herself to him well enough that he'll give her a chance to talk first.
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Character Quote: "Ah, looks like my song is finally over...I know you have no reason to listen to me now, but please... Spare my country... Spare my people... Please..." - Ffamran's final words after being defeated by Ravness.

Theme Song: A Beautiful Song

Aura Color: Dark Red.

Scent:
Sand and smoke.

Anything Else: Don't know if I actually mentioned, but at least around Elatha, Entei Bahara is a desert kingdom. Maybe it gets a little greener and more plains-ey further towards the border with Igros, but yeah. Ffam's a desert boi.

Name: Mortimer Vandaal
Aliases: None
Titles: Roaming Death, The Tillerman, The Reaper, Lich.
Age: Stopped counting after the last few millennia. Looks like he's in his 40's
Place of Origin: Marelle
Kingdom: Igros
Gender: Male
Time of Death: 2,000 years ago


Eyes:Amber
Hair: Straight black hair that frames a long gaunt face.
Day To Day Attire: Dark grey's to black clothes of an undertaker.
Strengths:Strong magical capabilities. Knowledgable
Weaknesses: Frail, Taciturn, Bad social skills, Poor memory

Aloof* Bitter* Stubborn* Kindhearted*

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Mortimer has seen many many many years, as such it has made him cynical and seemingly cold to those around him, but after a time spent with the paladins, he has developed a strong distaste for killing. Spend enough time with him and you’ll learn that deep deep down, he cares truly for the lives of others.

• Grand Master Necromancer: Mortimer has a way with the dead. Whether it be putting the raised dead to rest, or ensuring that the souls of those recently deceased move on peacefully. It was through Necromancy that Mortimer learned to extend his life. A secret that he has ensured that no one else learn.
• Master Mortician: Before he learned the art of Necromancy, Mortimer was a mortician. He determined the cause of death and prepared the dead for burial, cremation, whatever the next of kin wished done with the bodies.
• Master Healer: One doesn't learn how one dies without learning what can be done to prevent death. At least that's how Mortimer believes it to be. Give him sutures and medicine and he'll have you patched up quickly.
• Expert Cartographer: Mortimer has traveled almost all the World. As a way to pass the time, he mapped out his journeys and all the places he'd been to.
• Expert Lorekeeper: Mortimer's many years of life has taken a toll on his memory. Now he needs to take notes to remember what happened in the past few hundred years.

• Raise Dead: If need be, Mortimer can animate corpses to do his bidding. Souls need to be present for the bodies to rise. If no bodies are present, Mortimer can give a present soul an incorporeal form that can affect the world around it. The soul will dissipate after some time.
• Rest: Mortimer can remove the souls from the animated dead, regardless if it was raised by an angered spirit or a Necromancer.
• Speak with Dead: Mortimer can communicate with the souls of the dead who haven't moved on. They tend to linger around places of battle or slaughter, or if they died naturally, where their bodies rest.
• Life from Death: Mortimer has taken the energy of many souls to put towards extending his life for as long as he can. After his second chance, he only uses the energy that the dying give off or willing souls to extend his life, this energy could be given to other people, but it is unclear what would happen if he did.

A listing of acquired artifacts. Maximum of three.

• Soul Jar: A small black jar that Necromancers can put souls into. After reclaiming the artifact from a lich lesser than himself, Mortimer fills the jar with souls willing to help him in his journeys. Currently, he has three souls.
• Infinite Journal: A small leather-bound book the size of a regular journal. Open it and focus on what's needed and if there have been notes made about it, they will appear. Otherwise it will remain blank and allow for more notes to be put in.

Myth / Legend: There is much to be said about the Roaming Death. The calamity that would devastate battlefields, send armies of the dead to overthrow kingdoms, and destroy villages. Some may call it a great evil, but those who take a closer look would notice that the loss of one battle united the kingdoms against the threat of the Roaming Death, the unrest of the kingdoms before they were overthrown, the signs of cult activities in the villages. The Roaming Death was commuting necessary evils.

Before he was given the name of Roaming Death, Mortimer was a Lich in service to the Darkness, causing chaos and sorrow to the people around him. Of course, being a Lich brings unwanted attention. A party of adventurers lead by a paladin accosted his keep. Having defeated all but one, Mortimer was defeated by the paladin, who sacrificed himself to give Mortimer a second chance.

Parents: Long forgotten morticians
Siblings: None
Childhood: Mortimer had always been fascinated by the dead. The macabre nature of his parents' job took away the horror that seeing the dead would bring to normal people. He was destined to be a mortician. As he learned under his mother and father, he began to notice that he could see the spirits of the dead. They wouldn't always be there, but for some of them, the spirits would linger with the bodies. They'd come, they'd go, and that was it. Sometimes they would stay. He tried to talk to the ones who stayed, but their answers barely reached his ears, whispers caught in the wind. Soon, he became bored and decided to figure out what he could do with these spirits, finding out with glee that he could force them to do his bidding.

Adulthood: Once his parents had died, he helped their souls move on, a useless trick he learned at some point, out of respect and put his focus into evading death. The souls he took unwillingly began to have an effect on him. Soon, his skin started to rot and slough off. He had gained his version of immortality, but at the cost of looking human. He had become a Lich. Once he had escaped to an old abandoned keep devastated by some ancient battle with plenty of spirits that hadn't moved on, he began to put more research into his art gifted to him by what he now knew as the Darkness. He began to hear whispers in his head directing him to sow discord and strife if he wanted to keep from dying.

For years, that was his life. He'd raise the dead and send them to ransack villages so he had bodies for workers and souls to extend his life. Soon he was set upon by a party led by paladins of the Light. Mortimer dealt with most of the party easily, but his life as a Lich was ended by the surviving paladin. From the start the paladin had pleaded with Mortimer to give up his Lichdom and face his crimes. Even after Mortimer had killed the rest of the paladin's party and the paladin was the only one left standing. It gave Mortimer pause, but it was already far too late for him, he couldn't give up his Lichdom without dying. He dealt a fatal wound to the paladin and left him to die. The paladin had one last trick up his sleeve. As Mortimer turned his back on the dying man, he was knocked unconscious by a blast of blinding white light.

When he came to, he was weakened beyond measure, his body had been restored, and he was in his fortress, alone save for the souls that have all died there before he had arrived, and the souls of the party that had tried to kill him. The paladin's spirit was gone. He learned from the other spirits that the paladin had sacrificed his soul to revert the effects of being a Lich on Mortimer.

He had been given a second chance, and he was not going to let it go to waste. His Necromancy had been untouched, but he hesitated to force the souls to do what they were unwilling to do. Instead, he asked them for help. Those willing to help him became undead far stronger than any he had raised before and capable of thought. He set out undoing the damage he had done as a Lich. The first thing he did was, with the help of the spirits of the party, go to all of the party's family members and friends and told them that they had died as heroes and defeated the Lich. Some of the party were at peace enough to move on without Mortimer's help, but a few of the others stuck around, haunting him and making sure he didn't put their friend's soul to waste. Eventually, they trusted that he would to the correct thing.

Over time, Mortimer learned that souls that give themselves willingly to extend his life did not rot his body. He was able to live as a human for many years as many a towns mortician. roaming from place to place to remain unseen.

Throughout the many, many, many years of his life, Mortimer aided in stopping the rise of Liches by notifying adventurers to their locations, or by taking them out himself. Things slowly became routine. Lich rises, they get taken out. Kingdoms grow too greedy, a revolution happens. A war that could cause hundreds of thousands of deaths begins to rise, and an all-powerful "Lich" rises to unify the kingdoms together before disappearing without a trace.

Thousands of years later, something started to worry Mortimer. Slowly, too slow for those who lived normal lives to notices, signs that there was something wrong with The World started to appear. As he began to look into it, the more worried he got. Before he could research much more, someone slipped through all of his wards and safeties and stabbed him fatally while he was sleeping. As his blood drained from him, all that he hoped was that the escaping energy he had built up in his body would kill his attacker when he died, and in a flash of fire and heat, Mortimer died.

Special Moments:Learning to control the spirits of the dead. Creating his first undead from the bones of a crow, which had followed him around throughout his years. Having his body restored by a dying paladin of the Pale Lady and given a second chance.

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Name: Sho Tenshin (characters read Solemn Will of Heaven)
Aliases: The Ageless Master, Martial Scholar
Titles: Founder of Taido (The Way of the Body), Bushi (equivalent of samurai in his homeland)
Age: 70+
Place of Origin: Nanchu Islands
Kingdom: Hakugawa
Gender: Male
Time of Death: 100 years ago


Eyes: Lively hazel left seemingly clouded by time.
Hair: Wispy grey and mostly gone.
Physical traits:
Sho Tenshin stands at a not particularly impressive six feet sharp and weighs around 170 pounds, at first glance looking every bit the part of a gangly old man. Upon closer inspection, however, it’s hard to miss his firm posture and confident stride, the impossibly athletic physique packed with lean muscle, the long arms with a notable 78 inches of reach. Aside from the signs of his advanced age, especially noticeable from the neck up, the martial artist’s body is covered in a myriad of old scars and markings collected across a life of challenges, with his limbs in particular being terribly hardened from relentless conditioning.

Day To Day Attire:
Despite his lofty status Sho prefers simple clothes, dressing in greyed robes, worn out blue nobakama (fieldwork hakama with tighter legs for better mobility), grey tabi and straw sandals, with a matching blue haori jacket to top it off and cloth wraps that go from the feet to near knee-height and around his hands and forearms for insulation and support.
Strengths:
Superbly talented and trained martial artist, gifted in body and mind, surprisingly well educated
Weaknesses:
Does not and will not use magic, weapons or armor, supremely self-assured

Energetic * Loyal * Unyielding * Honest (sometimes to a fault) * Combative * Supremely self-assured * Meritocratic * Self-reliant

Sexuality: "I am quite past that, I’m afraid"
Relationship Status: Married to the martial arts
Personality:
Still outgoing and energetic despite his age and seemingly always in high spirits, Sho Tenshin nonetheless has followed the path of the warrior all his long life and this shapes his interactions with others. Downright obsessed with the martial arts and combat skills, he is tremendously secure in his lofty abilities and somewhat lacking in social graces, making him terribly blunt at times and prone to criticizing the form and skills of others, though he’s also friendly enough and can be easy to get along with if one takes his quirks into account.

And speaking of his quirks, The Ageless Master holds himself to exceedingly high standards first and foremost, in excess of what he expects of others. Tenshin puts deception and treachery beneath him and he is exceptionally driven to match his words with his deeds, minding honor and some part of his reputation greatly. On the one hand this makes him bold, loyal, straightforward and brave, but on the other it can make him adventurous to a fault and at times unnecessarily combative and unwilling to let a slight go.

Finally, he is a firm believer in self growth through hard work and earning one's keep. He thinks little of those gifted their position or power, having earned his through much effort, and similarly expects others to put in the work to help themselves rather than just be fed easy solutions. Having said this, he acknowledges the skill and strength of others when proven and greatly values growth and the necessary conditions for it, meaning he will go out of his way to ensure people can carve their own path in life.

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (0.5 pt), apprentice (1 pt), journeyman (2 pt), expert (3 pt), master (4 pt), grand master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered and one grand mastered. If your character knows magic, it counts as a skill.

• Taido (Grand master): Founder of his own school of martial arts, Sho Tenshin is one of the greatest unarmed fighters in the world, having turned his entire body into a deadly weapon capable of contending with armed and armored adversaries. Trained in a number of representative arts from his homeland dealing with both striking and grappling, and well versed in other fighting forms and combat in general, The Ageless Master employs a versatile, deceptive and highly technical style, stressing relaxed flowing motion, timing and control of position and angles, drawing out opportunities for explosive bursts of offence or counterattacks via strikes, throws or submission holds as the situation demands.
• The Way of Observation (Master): Much of Tenshin’s success comes from his ability to read opponents and the flow and rhythm of an engagement. As much a natural aptitude as it is a specifically trained and developed skill, forged through comprehensive understanding of combat dynamics and technique and hours upon hours of study and application, The Martial Scholar is very hard to catch unawares or out of position.
• Athletic skills (Master): Intent on training himself to the utmost, Tenshin has not only engaged in the necessary physical preparation for martial arts training, he has also delved into a great number of avenues for body development and expression. From sprinting and long distance running, to swimming, climbing and acrobatics, as well as more unexpected skills such as balancing acts, stealth, escapism, perhaps his most impressive talent is his ability to perform near gravity-defying leaps and bounds.
• Survival skills (Expert): The life of a wandering martial artist can be quite inhospitable, exposed to the fury of the elements and the dangers of wildlife as one embarks on training voyages or sets out in a new adventure, and thus many masters often learn to thrive in the wilderness. Sho is quick to adapt to the ways of nature even in foreign lands, reliably able to find food, water and shelter, deal with wildlife on some level, endure harsh conditions such as extreme temperatures or altitude and generally get by just fine with nothing but his own two hands.
• Physiotherapy (Expert): A large part of training in the martial arts is ensuring the body does not break down, and it is normal throughout the world for top instructors to be well versed in medicine to ensure this. Though not a healer per se, The Ageless Master has enough knowledge to help stabilize the wounded, knows curative herbs and concoctions and, through studies in therapeutic massage and bonesetting practices, he is well versed in anatomy and how to best manipulate it for the benefit of friends and the ill of foes.
• Education (Journeyman): Contrary to popular belief, Tenshin was not raised entirely for battle and actually received a decent enough education on matters not fistic violence, which he has supplemented with constant travels and a willingness to learn. While not particularly scholarly inclined he is decently versed in lore, history and other common knowledge subjects, can read and write, speaks a little of a smattering of languages and is even decently skilled at non-violent arts and crafts.

Unlike many other heroes, The Ageless Master employs no magic and carries no items of power, instead possessing the following physical gifts:

• The body a fortress: Tenshin’s life has been spent seeking impossible perfection of the self in body, mind and spirit, and this dedication has seemingly allowed him to transcend the limits of age. Though there definitely are larger, stronger beings as far as pure lifting is concerned, The Martial Scholar is not easy to overpower on muscle alone, and the rest of his physical parameters are so developed as to allow him to fight evenly with other heroic caliber opponents. His entire body is tremendously difficult to damage, eradicates poisons, toxins and disease with absurd ease and he can work his simple physical attributes against sorcerous forces without being brushed aside.
• The mind a temple: Sho has developed a mental acumen to match his physicality, not so much on the intellectual side of things but more predicated on his unbreakable willpower and sharp instincts. He has has excellent control over his body’s functions, able to do things such as shut out pain and push himself beyond his reasonable physical limits at times, and attempts at psychic attacks or mental tampering can be about as difficult as trying to fistfight him. He has also trained himself to not rely entirely on his eyesight by focusing on his other senses, and he possesses an outstanding talent for perceiving danger and tracking targets as well as an uncanny sense of direction.

Myth / Legend:
TLDR: Outstanding martial artist that retained vigor into old age, with well over 50 years of battles, travels, exploits and heroics behind him, a teacher and founder of his own school of martial arts that has continued to grow to this day. He is especially beloved as a hero in Hakugawa for defeating foreign representatives of all kinds at a time when the national identity was being eroded by outside influences, defending the pride and ancient traditions of the country and bringing prestige to the people of the Nanchu Islands, long maligned as uncultured barbarians and second-class citizens in the mainland.


Parents: Sho Yasuaki and Momoko
Siblings: None
Childhood:
Sho Tenshin was born in the Nanchu capital of Suifa, son to servants working in the estate of one of the royal family’s cadet branches. The Nanchu Islands are the southernmost part of the kingdom of Hakugawa, and aside from being an important commercial port in the region they were once an independent small kingdom themselves. The islands were annexed by Hakugawa in a short but exceedingly heated campaign when the country attained some semblance of unity and, to avoid extended conflict and retain its commercial relations, it was agreed that Nanchu would retain some independence as a vassal state, though still be subject to rendering tribute and unequal peace treaties.

One such treaty decreed that Nanchu was to renounce its right to bear arms or armor, in an effort to curtail possible rebellions. While it was hoped that the islands would be forced to rely on mainland samurai for protection and law enforcement, it did not quite happen this way. The population of Nanchu was particularly hard-nosed, a rough culture of sailors and fishermen hardened by having to fend off pirates and other undesirables for ages, and rather than be deterred they turned to different means. New schools focusing on improvised weapons were established, chief among them staves of many sizes, and a culture with a strong dedication towards body strengthening to not have to rely on weapons came to be the norm.

The skills were practiced in relative secrecy to avoid further crackdowns, and while village schools produced excellent results the very best were those of the Bushi, the warrior-scholar officials of Nanchu’s court who rivaled the samurai themselves. Growing up within a noble estate, Tenshin had the privilege to witness the training of one such school from an early age led by famed court warrior Kyodai Kanga. Though as a commoner he was not allowed to join the nobles in their training, the young Sho would find ways to watch the lessons then practice on his own, fascinated by the development of self, and soon his dedication caught the eye of master Kyodai who took him in as a pupil.

Adulthood:
So it was that Sho Tenshin’s path down the martial arts began in earnest: a young commoner who earned his spot through hard work, driven to excel in order to climb higher in life and surrounded by nobles whose instruction took precedence over his own. The situation combined with his natural, undeniable talents would make a stellar pupil out of the youth, whose insatiable thirst for knowledge saw him seek out further instruction from many of Master Kyodai’s peers with the man’s permission. Tenshin’s progress was such that Kyodai eventually sponsored him and recommended he be allowed to enter the noble classes first as his page and finally as a fully recognized Bushi in his own right.

By that point, Tenshin’s recognition in his homeland fully entitled him to a comfortable life, even granting him an offer to serve as an instructor of the martial arts in Nanchu’s central palace. But the young man’s burning spirit could not yet be quelled. Sho began seeking out further tests and challenges heedless of his social standing, first taking to battling other martial artists in official, friendly duels, then taking to brutal fights in the dead of night around Nanchu’s less reputable ports and alleys. While his challenges with other recognized masters were seen as cordial practice and even his nightly activities taken as a service to the community, it was clear that such practices could lead to no good.

Hoping to rectify the situation and assuage his thrill-seeking ways, Master Kyodai arranged for Sho to be sent to the mainland. The youth was to stay with a samurai who Kyodai had once befriended, a relatively lower class of warrior but a recognized teacher of a softer style of combat, and so explore and see what the world outside of the islands had to offer. It was in this travel that Tenshin was first introduced to the martial arts of Hakugawa that would deeply influence his own eventual school, and it was in the mainland that his legend would be formed...

Special Moments:
Being accepted as a student of Master Kyodai, the roar of the crowd as he bested the first foreign champion, stopping the rampaging bull demon Karubi to prove that men could face such evils alone and unarmed, leaving the confines of his homeland on a pilgrimage, returning and founding his school of martial arts.

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Character Quote: "Ah, you still need much practice, I’m afraid"
Theme Song: The sounds of the homeland
Aura Color: Translucent ocean blue
Scent: Sweat, blood, aromatic oils and leaves to preserve the body.