Character Sheet
* Name: Feel free to use anything from modern names to fantastical ones. Jessica Turner is just as valid a name as Unghys Npheria.
* Picture: Verbal descriptions just don't cut it for me unless they're memorable. Pictures spur my imagination much better.
* Data: Species (if not human), birthdate (mm/dd/yyyy, standard Roman calendar), height, weight, eye color, hair color, skin color (if not the default medium-dark)
* Blurb: Introduce your character to us and tell us what makes them interesting. Advertise them. Do NOT tell us their whole personality or biography - that should be revealed in-story for best impact. Short and sweet is the rule here.

And that's it! I don't care if you develop skills and abilities on the spot, or if you happen to be carrying something useful that you didn't know you had. This isn't D&D. We're making a story here, so go wild and have fun!

Feel free to create NPCs at your pleasure, so long as they don't usurp your player-character. If you think they might take over your interest, post their character sheets here.

For reference, the current date is January 1st, 3200 A.D.

Name: Liliana Rosenveldt

Nickname: The Angel of Death

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Birthdate: April 4th, 3156 (Looks younger due to life prolonging magic)

Height: 5’4

Weight: Lean

Eye Color: Dark Blue

Hair Color: Black

Skin Color: Pale White (Due to a combination of self-experimentation and necrotic magic)

Blurb:

“The material universe is ephemeral, fleeting and fragile like a butterfly. Kingdoms fall, mountains erode to dust and sand, oceans evaporate and are vectored to the heavens. Even the radiant stars themselves, their brilliant flames will flicker until they fade into the shadow. It is in that shadow that the wills of gods and men dance, and THAT is eternal!”

Liliana Rosenveldt, Plague Doctor of the Necropolis of Stone

The black wind howls, carrying with it pestilence and the promise of a slow, agonizing demise. A man lays bedridden in his home, his energy drained, his mind racked in the throes of fear and dread, for he has seen many dear family and friends succumb to the disease. As he lay there, wheezing breath from crushing lungs, his eyes dimming and his mind numb and delerius, he heard his front door creak open. The room started to fill with the smell of incense and the rhythmic sound of chanting, as a masked figure carrying a shovel on their back entered the room swinging a pot from a chain. The man was sure that the grim reaper herself had come for him, her elongated mask resembling the carrion that feasted on the dead, and he was sure that was the fate that awaited him.

The mysterious woman laid a mixing bowl on the nightstand by the ailing man, then proceeded to crush herbs into it with a pommel until they were not but powder, and poured them into a vial of blue liquid. After shaking the vial the liquid turned the green of grass, and the masked figure poured it down the man’s throat, allowing her to do so as he resigns to his fate. She then laid her hand upon his chest as the man felt a gentle warmth flowing into his chest. The black robed woman picked up her pot and left without saying a word. In a matter of moments the man could feel his energy returning and much of his pain floating away.

With what little strength he could muster he sprung onto his feet and sprinted towards the outside, eager to thank the one who saved his life. He would soon come to regret his decision to leave his house. “Wait! Please wait!” He cried as he scrambled for the door. “Don’t leave before I have the chance to thank you for saving my-“ the man’s eyes widened in shock and horror as he left his front door. A few dozen yards away from him at the entrance to the forest stood four shambling masses of putrid, rotting flesh, their vacant eye sockets staring deep into his soul. They moved with a disturbing uncanniness, as if in foul mimicry of life. The Plague doctor walked between them, the twisted humans hunching their backs in recognition of their master. The man fell backward, frozen in fear as he saw the woman who could save and end his life on a whim step leisurely into the forest. “W-what are you?” he whispered in hushed breath. The lady in black turned her head, solely to acknowledge his presence, then walked into the shadows of the night, her grim servants dragging closely behind.

• Birthdate: 12/25/2465
• Height: 6'3"
• Weight: Slim
• Eye Color: Blue
• Hair Color: Golden blonde
• Skin Color: Unpigmented/white

Blurb:
Yes, the Holy Mother is an actual person. She is Immortal(?), radiantly beautiful, and a prolific author of religious works for her zealous followers to gobble up. She is known to possess immense (though not limitless) power, which she uses judiciously to sway unbelievers to her cause. When magic suddenly appeared in the world, sightings of the Holy Mother ended, and rumors began to spread that she had "come down from heaven" in the likeness of a pointy-eared woman to "guide her people through these turbulent times."

It's more likely, though, that just she came to learn the secrets of magic like everyone else.

Religious Notes

Whoever wishes the Holy Mother to hear them must possess a Relic of the Goddess. Relics are produced at the Holy Temple in Estergard (or Easthaven, situated at the east coast of the continent), and they are said to possess a direct connection to the Holy Mother's heart. The larger the relic, the better the chance your prayer will be heard. Relics possessing the likeness of the Mother are the best ones (and thus the priciest), and legend has it that she responds reliably and quickly when prayers are uttered to these relics.

Few have seen the Holy Mother herself, but meeting her is a requirement to join the priesthood. A priest must carry a relic of some sort, preferably a portable one, and be ready at any time to respond should the Mother give him a "Sign." A Sign is usually a distinct written or verbal message, issued in any creative way ranging from graffiti to a statement from a passer-by, requiring the priest to take some sort of action, hopefully resulting in an answered prayer.

Priests who manage to pull back the curtain to see how the Holy Mother answers prayers usually disappear under mysterious circumstances.

Name: Goro “Apple”
Appearance:

Species: Orc
Origins: Ulayh
Skintone: Olive
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Notable Features: Missing Left Hand from mid-forelimb down. Currently replaced with a hook-hand.
Other Information: A former fisherman from the town of Ulayh. A prosperous but violent costal orc town. The oldest male member of his family after his father was killed during his one as a raider. Lost his hand during a violent storm. Had since then chosen to leave home to discover more about the sudden appearance of magic. Tough but swift. Swings a mean club. An excellent swimmer even without a hand. Has a sharp eye and a keen ear. Goggles are a momento from his father: they help him see things underwater as well as protect his eyes from glaring bright light.

Name: Catarina La'Spada

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Species: Human
Birthdate: 2/29
Height: 6'4
Weight: 130 lbs
Eye color: Green
Hair color: Black

Blurb: A young female knight from the lands of Sieglinde, a kingdom notable for being ruled by a high queen and having a formidable order of female knights known as the Knights of Thorns. Catarina is the eldest daughter of the Queen's Shield, the strongest knight who is honor-bound to protect royalty. Despite this, Catarina has never really been allowed to do battle or even adventure out from her lands without an escort, and generally kept at home or attending courtly duties such as banquets or tournaments. While a skilled and trained fighter, Catarina longs for the chance to actually make use of her skills, not wanting to merely be an ornamental thing to be married off and maintaining an alliances for the sake of the kingdom. When magic started to surge throughout the world, Catarina jumped at the chance to investigate on behalf of the kingdom before her own parents realized what was going on.

Though she's never been in war, Catarina has fought in tournaments before against highly skilled knights and warriors from all around, giving her quite a bit of experience in combat. She prefers two-handed swords in combat, attacking with a startling amount of speed for longswords. She's also a decent archer and rider, and in fact quite good at horse archery. She's also educated in many different languages and well read, though she prefers fantasy and fiction over old history. She also has a secret hobby of making toys and dolls. While not exactly shameful for a noble woman, Catarina desperately keeps this a secret as she tries to be a knight first, and a girl a distant second.

Additionally Catarina is actually being courted by quite a few young men, but none have really caught her attention. They promise everything from a peaceful life, unimaginable wealth, and even the chance of epic adventures, but Catarina could see through their lies easily. Though she portrays herself as a boisterous and battle-hungry knight, she actually is quite perspective about the politics of court and clandestine dealings in the shadow. Thus she dislikes people who have ulterior motives, regardless of how well-intentioned they are, and prefers those who are more honest and straightforward. Also has a low tolerance for children. While innocent and naive, in her experience those same qualities can make children cruel and foolish. She's quick to discipline them and shows little to no sympathy for them.