46 | Female | 85 | 5'0
Water | Native | Elf

Description
A cunning rouge with wit as sharp as the finest steel. Aer Pacifica's small frame holds a wealth of talent and fury seen in few people even twice her size.

Appearance Description (optional)

Aer is unusually short for an elf. Her body is very petite, and typically clad in her favorite red vestments. She also wears long, black stockings, and has accessorized herself so much that she could be mistaken for a teenager's flip phone. People joke that she looks like a golden comet when she's seen bounding along roof tops at night. Aer does make use of a cloak to hide her ears when she's moving in unfamiliar teritory.

Personality

Aer Is a cautious sort, never to trust without good reason to. She does possess a fair bit of charisma, though she has more of a commanding personality than an attractive one. Aer will typically be the first one to make a decision and expect everyone else to follow her. This however is not the case when she is drunk. She is very light, and it doesn't take much to get her tipsy. It doesn't help that she really likes the taste of good beer. When she's intoxicated, she becomes much more gentle and even flirty, but she tends to come back to her senses quickly. Drunk or not, Aer has very little respect for personal space. She will frequently poke someone's chest to make a point, or clutch their hand when pleading for something. Though she seldom interacts with people intimately, especially when sober. She's also fast with comebacks.

But when the chips are down, she's all fire and brimstone. She'll bark out orders like a pirate captain and not think twice about shooting intimidating words at her opponents. Her determination is unshakable.

Bio

Aer grew up in Kara, which was a small fishing town near Roswaal Manor. She had humble beginnings, but as an only child her parents gave her everything. She had better education than most children in her town, and wore outfits that were just outside her “social status.”

Going into her teens, some unsavory thieves knew they could use the young elf. She helped them steal many valuable items, only to turn the thieves in with their treasure weeks later once she was bored with them. She attempted to steal many other items on her own, always returning what she had taken in secret. It was just innocent fun for a delinquent like Aer.

But her parents knew this wasn't really a good thing. To try to cure her boredom, they had her tutor under a renown spear man named Gerwyn. She learned a lot from the man, and over the years their relationship matured from a student and master to something more akin to lovers. Aer was rapidly approaching adulthood, and she was starting to look at the other sex differently. But their feelings for each other were mutual. Until he betrayed her.

Gerwyn had been using their relationship as an excuse to go to her home and case it out. Her teacher stole her family's life savings and many precious heirlooms before skipping town. He almost got away with it, but the authorities managed to stop him a week later when he visited one of his other “sweethearts.” But this taught Aer a valuable lesson about the damage stealing can cause, even if the item is promptly returned.

Aer knew that she wasn't going to get very far in the town of Kara, and started to drift. Her elf heritage made things difficult, but with her ears covered up most were happy to make use of her services. She currently works for the Gulendam adventurer's guild, which keeps her gainfully employed and running all over the continent. While every adventurer does their fair share of monster slaying, Aer also tends to take requests that make use of her skills. This can involve anything as serious as finding missing or hiding people, or something as mundane as opening a door when the owner locked themselves out.

Magics
15
Normal

Abstract Magics

Divine Protection: Legacy Learning

Aer can instantly become the master of any item she picks up. She can play the piano like all the classics, wield any weapon like a true master, and know how to operate any piece of machinery she's put in front of.

But there's a catch.

When Aer touches an item, she is only as good as the best person to ever touch said item. So if she picks up a spear that belonged to a footman, she'll lose to a true master. If she plays on a child student's piano, she'll miss note after note. If someone forges her a sword and hands it to her, she can only be expected to perform as well as the blacksmith who made it. And it's not enough for an item to simply have touched the hand of a skilled individual. It needs to have belonged to them and used for some time for it to be realized by Aer's blessing. This only takes effect if Aer's own inherent skill with the item is lower than the most talented person to hold it.

It is possible to cheat however. If Aer were to pick up a ring that belonged to a renown swordsman, she could wield his choice sword very well as long as she was wearing that ring. This is why Aer's uniform is so heavily accessorized. Every trinket bestows her with one skill or another.

What this all translates to is that Aer can use just about any item with some level of competence, and can have above average competence if the item was held by a master. Of course, this doesn't make any alterations to Aer's body to prepare her for the original holder's technique. As an example, Just because Aer is holding a wood ax that belonged to a woodsman doesn't mean she can spend all day cutting down trees. She's still a 5 foot, 85 pound elf that would tire very quickly from such strenuous activity. It should also be noted that Aer cannot absorb all the knowledge in a book just by picking it up. She will simply be able to turn the pages like the best page turner.

The only above average skills she has at the moment are skills that relate to roguish activities. Her gloves belonged to a thief, so she can pick locks and has really sticky fingers. She also holds Gerwyn's spear which he used in the wars he managed to survive. Most of her other accessories are random odds and ends that likely won't ever help her on her adventures. Most are simply trinkets passed down from her family, who were decent fisherman, seamstresses, and cobblers.

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"Rouge" Theme

"A Bit Tipsy" Theme

"Serious" Theme

Grisaia Vertti

19 | Cismale | 115 lbs | 5' 7" (excluding ears)
Fuma_Wind | Native | Rabbit Demi-Human

Description
Main servant to the Vertti household and known for forming a contract with two full Spirits, Grisaia is a rabbit Demi-Human who's stone clad face and overall polite personality hide years of neglect and trauma under it.

Appearance Description
Grisaia is a lanky young man with short faded blonde hair, pale crystal colored eyes and almost porcelain skin. Being a loyal and one of the best servants that belong to the Vertti family Grisaia is almost dressed in a white long sleeved button up collared shirt with a wine red sleeveless tailcoat over top it. He normally wears light brown slacks short enough to expose some of his shins as well as his striped socks. He also wears reddish brown boots, especially when going out to run errands. As a Demi-Human, Grisaia sports a poofy white rabbit tail and long white rabbit ears that move depending on his emotions.

Personality
Grisaia is almost exactly what you'd expect a servant to act like. He's extremely dedicated to his work and upholds a strong sense of duty to his household. He faithfully follows and carries out every one of the Vertti's orders, while ensuring that the other servants around him run smoothly. He's extremely polite despite his face being rather stone clad and entirely stoic. Being a servant, Grisaia's true emotions for the things around him are strongly filtered out, so when he does go outside of the Vertti household, he can be a little dense and often oblivious to even his own emotions; his mind would say one thing, and his mouth the other. There are those rare moments were he's able to fully express himself and speak what's truly on his mind, but it only seems to happen with people outside of his work or that he's gotten to know really well; for example, his two spirit companions.

Hopefully if one gets to know Grisaia better, they'd realize he's just a normal, friendly guy, who has a hard time speaking what's truly on his mind due to past experiences.

Bio


TLDR; Grisaia was abandoned by birth and taken in by a group of 'slum-dwellers' soon after. Life was alright until Grisaia turned six and was taken away to be conditioned for the war. Upon learning his force field capabilities, the Demi-Humans threw him into the horrors of war and wasn't saved from it until he turned 14 when he was kidnapped by the Vertti's. The Vertti family instead put his magical prowess to better use and made him a servant to the house. He rose up the ranks and eventually became the main servant, meeting Adhara and Anubis soon after because of his mana capabilities.

Magics
88 (Spirit Magic)

Abstract Magics
Divine Protection: Force Field Generation -- Grisaia was graced with the ability to create a shield/wall/field formed from energy/elements. These force-fields aren't usually impenetrable and can be removed by energy drain or extreme force. He can make up to five at a time and even layer them over each other if needed. Grisaia is also able to throw shields away from himself or to catch things with them, and also be able to create them into any shape and even stand on them like platforms. The draw backs of this ability is that attacks on the barriers can cause equivalent damage to Grisaia's mind to the point of losing consciousness. That is, the level of strength an attack deals will affect how long the barrier can be held up and will affect Grisaia.

A strong attack (the type of attack that’d eviscerate a crowd of people) can only be blocked by Grisaia' force field once before he's rendered unconscious.

A medium attack (the type of attack that’d cause someone to die if they’re hit with it) can be blocked by Grisaia’s barrier thrice before losing consciousness. In dire situations, he could extend how many hits his barrier is able to take, but that puts an even bigger strain and Grisaia and could eventually cause permanent damage.

A light attack (the type of thing that can be blocked with a shield) Grisaia can take up to 15 of them before going unconscious. If the situation was dire, he may be able to hold up to 25 of these attacks before going unconscious.

Of course there's the in-between stage of certain attacks that will cause him to become pretty woozy, resulting in headaches after most fights when he uses his barriers.

Not to mention airtight barriers could cause asphyxiation from prolonged use.


(not sure how specific I'm suppose to be for this)
Spirit: Adhara -- A Water affinity full spirit who made a contract with Grisaia and is best friends with Anubis. Performs Water based attacks of various states. She can be given orders and leave from Grisaia's side easily.

Spirit: Anubis -- A Yin affinity full spirit who made a contract with Grisaia and is best friends with Adhara. Performs Yin based (de)buffs. She can be given orders and leave from Grisaia's side easily much like Adhara can.

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Theme 1: Light the Fire Up in the Night (sasakure.UK Remix)
Theme 2: Thinking About You
Theme 3: asphyxia

17 | Female | 118 lbs | 5'2''
Fire_Goa | Non-Native | Human

Description

Just your everyday run-of-the-mill maiden overflowing with hope shifted to another world whose culture is foreign to her. Having lived most of her seventeen years with little struggle, she soon finds herself enmeshed with the inexplicable dangers that the unaccustomed land brings, most of which may be too much for her fragile state-of-mind to bear, ultimately putting her convictions to the test.

Appearance Description

As with most high-school girls around her age, Priscilla is somewhat particular with her image. A fairly petite young girl at 5'2'', Priscilla has pale-white skin, long, salmon hair in the form of twin-tails at waist-length, and a pair of peach-hued eyes. The attire she donned on her "trip" to this new world was her school uniform; a loose white blouse atop a pinkish red skirt, with a longer white skirt and white thigh-high socks. She wears a red ribbon on her collar, decorated with two white poms on each end and above her shoulders she is covered with a cloak of similar color to her upper skirt.

Personality

"Everything's going to be alright. Take my word for it!"

Generally an outgoing and warm-hearted girl complemented by her vigorous temperament, expect a loud "Heyaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!" from Priscilla whenever she is in your vicinity. She is well-known for her copious amounts of friendliness, enthusiasm and the generosity to provide time to those who needs it, famed at school as the resident "Student Counselor". She gains gratification from this specialty of hers and is quite proud of it in fact; quoted above is her own catchphrase. She faces her trials and tribulations with a naive positivity, eliminating the menial endeavors that don't matter at present and facing them as they come.

While this personal philosophy is one of Priscilla's greatest strengths, it is also her greatest weakness. A double-edged sword, if you will. When faced with a grave, inexplicable threat way beyond her control, the mask of positivity that she so proudly wears drops and breaks with little-to-no resistance, revealing a facet akin to a helpless puppy. At best, she'll be a mental mess, uttering her catchphrase like a mantra, in a vain attempt to reassure herself. At worst, she becomes catatonic. In the end, Priscilla is an oblivious young damsel matched with a fragile mental fortitude.

Bio

Born to an affluent family in Germany, Priscilla Rosengarten has lived a normal, everyday life. At an early age, she became more and more independent, being able to cook as early as five years old. Her father being a famous chef, she had learned the ropes of culinary arts from him. At this point, it wasn't difficult to determine which path she will take in the future, though she answered her father's wishes to continue after him being "Let's wait and see, dad. I'll have destiny help me decide what I want to be in the future!" She inherited her late grandfather's philosophy about optimism and enthusiasm, and up to this day his motto was unforgettable: "Face life with undying fervor, and there is nothing you can't accomplish."

She hasn't delved too much in the concept of fantasy, only having consumed a fair bit from her mother's storytelling of fairy-tales. She isn't an avid fan of anime or manga like most youths, which most fantasies derive a depiction from in the modern ages. While she doesn't dislike them, she isn't particularly fond of them either. Despite this, she is rather passionate about destiny, and that everything happens for a reason.

Having reached adolescence, Priscilla became curious about the notion of romance. However, she does not actively seek for it under the belief that she will fall in love when the time comes. She has received a few confessions here and there at school, rejecting all of them with that reasoning.

One night, Priscilla receives a foreboding dream out-of-the-blue. Let's face it, most dreams are inexplicable. But this one... To say it lead to a life-changing event would be an understatement. And when she opened her eyes, it didn't take long for realization to kick in; Priscilla Rosengarten was no longer in Germany.

Magics

15

*Unknowingly has an affinity with Fire, and can cast basic Fire-based spells, albeit with difficulty due to her great disdain in hurting people with it.

Abstract Magics

WIP

Extra

My name's Priscilla!
Face life with undying fervor, and there isn't anything you can't accomplish... Right, Grandpa?

18 | Female | 125 lbs | 5'7
Wind | Native | Human

Description
A sullen and responsible earth dragon breeder and rancher that doesn't quite know what it is she truly wants in life.

Personality
A walking gray boulder, Tempe carries herself like one such rock that moves across the land with the enthusiasm of an inch per century. Dull in the eyes and somber of voice. One would be right to quickly assume her interest in you in particular is similar to the interest she has in that one stain on the bar wall which one could almost swear has actually been dented by her gaze. Talk as she might, those that listen might be given the impression that her words flow only because gravity pitifully pulled them out. Though she takes insults seriously, any anger she has seems to dissipate with the energy that it takes her to frown.

A frequent drinker and loiterer, her aloof activity belies a responsible lifestyle marked by regiment and regularity. Get up, do work, and then relax. If someone asks her, she'll deviate, and seem no worse for wear if chores go undone, but will always make up for lost time with greater working vigor, despite the total lack of energy she exhibits. A gentleness comes through when it comes to animals, and is prone to talking to them no matter how stupid the beast be.

Overall, a woman who looks like the only shits they take or give are the ones she lays herself.

Bio
That's the essence of a farm... Grow, die, grow die... Over and over. It's a short cycle forever. As long as the seasons.

Like most in the kingdom, Tempe was destined to merely inherit her family's already-established line of work. For her, that meant raising and caring for earth dragons to sell. It was tough, rigorous work for a young girl like herself, but she ultimately took towards it like any other aimless child with no hope of picking up another craft. In those early years, it was all she had come to know.

The mediocrity of her life's story was amended, at least in part, by her exceptional ability to connect with animals. She was no fairy princess, though, and the empathy amounted at best to a general sense of the thoughts in animals' heads, and likewise the ability to express herself to them in a similar manner. But... it was at least a diversion from the monotony of a common farm girl.

With a large farm on the outskirts of the city, the threat of hungry predators was a constant. Oftentimes tasked with supervising their herds over large swathes of land, Tempe alone could not stand a chance against some of the craftier carnivores that prowled about, especially at night. Plan after hatched plan, two particular carnivorous earth dragons always eluded her capture and her blade. One night, however, she herself ended up the apparent target of the predatory pair. At the last moment, her Divine Protection seemed to have saved her; the creatures felt a twang of pity, or perhaps mercy, and let her live.

Over the years following, Tempe managed to reign the two in to becoming practical 'friends' to the farm. In return for safety and never having to hunt again, they in turn protected the farm far better than Tempe alone ever could. The two dragons, which Tempe had come to name "Bag" and "Grab", grew closer and closer to her, until their very presence had become like bound spirits to her own soul.

Since then, Tempe has taken over as the head manager of the Dentali-Priestella Stables, a city-bound satellite building to her family farm, selling earth dragon mounts and workbeasts to the urbanites living there. Of course, with a considerable amount of money for her age and profession, she debates trying something else, though has no idea how to even start, whatever "it" may be...

Magics

Abstract Magics
Divine Protection - Beastwhisper
Not true animal-tongue, Tempe is able to reflect her generalized emotions telepathically to other creatures, and they to her. She cannot explicitly convey commands to an animal, but can still give an idea to them about what it is she's thinking and feeling. Similarly, she can understand what an animal is feeling or thinking.

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