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Name:Amathel Maingwen
Titles:
Aliases:'The Wall' 'The Paladin'
Age: 36
Race/Ethnicty: High Elf
Continent of Origin: Valenndale
Gender: Female
Class/Subclass: Magick Knight

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Strength:15
Dexterity:11
Constitution:20
Intelligence:11
Wisdom:10
Charisma:8

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Height:6ft4
Weight:176Lbs
Appearance Description: When one thinks of the nobility of Elves, the appearance of a tall, thin creature comes into mind, physically frail but visually stunning. Amathel very much shows much of this. With her being so tall with such fair unblemished skin, her long ginger hair straight and oft pulled out of her way into a loose ponytail to rest along her back she is the very definition of an elf, though one would be sorely mistaken to assume that she is frail in any regard.

Though her youth was spent studying Constitution magic she eventually found happiness with the warriors, and years of physical training and battle has given Amathel lean muscle to rival any warrior or athlete, muscle easily hidden beneath flowing cloth and well placed steel armor.

Day To Day Attire: Her armor is her default attire, green cloth and Elvish steel covering her from the neck down, though it is not unheard of to see her wearing just a set of simple trousers and a shirt, or at least as simple as simple can be where Elves are concerned.
Strengths: Max of 3

• Physical Combat
• Constitution Magic
• Cultivation Magic

Weaknesses: Minimal of 3

• Children
• Anger Issues
• Ranged Combat

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Courageous * Honorable * Aggressive * Abrasive

Sexuality: Lesbian
Relationship Status: Married
Personality: To say Amathel is abrasive is an understatement. Outwardly she cares little for the feelings of others, only for their safety. If saving somebody from danger means harming their feelings and possibly making them hate her, so be it. She does have her weak spots though, she is a very lightweight drunk, always becoming emotional or quiet. She openly displays her affection for Lhaewnis, her wife, as well as her love of birds.

In combat, this quiet and harsh elf becomes a terror for her foes, a true wall between death itself and her allies. She can become near suicidal at times, forcing her way through her foes with her shield readied, all but daring her foes to strike her, to focus on her and her alone. She brings all the attention to herself and herself alone. Anybody who can consider themselves her ally can expect her to be their shield.
Habits:

• Tea Drinker
• Daydreamer

Hobbies: Singing
Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged

• Death of Family
• Darkness
• Spiders

Likes: 6 minimal

• Lhaewnis
• Combat
• Reading
• Clear starry nights
• Falnirv [+]

  ( A potent alcahol that tastes more like thick fruit juice than alcahol )
• Honey

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Mead
• Dogs
• Meat
• Overly optimistic people
• Dark Elves
• Animal Hunters

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A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision.

• Climber An explorative girl in her youth, she has retained an ability to climb near sheer objects with no trouble, no matter her armor or weapons.
• Great-shield Combat: The Great-shield is no simple shield, to the uninitiated it is a heavy, unweily hunk of metal and wood unfit for anything more than immobile cover, but to Amathel it is so much more. She has learned to quickly and efficiently move while behind the cover of her massive shield, as well as use it as as much of a weapon as her blade, striking and pushing her foes just as much as she cuts them.
• Minor Alchemy: Her official training in Constitution magic and what she has learned from her love Lhaewnis has given her a knowlege of basic alchemy. While experimentation is beyond her, she has a knowledge of recipes for basic potions and salves that cure many an ailment that she may encounter on her travels.
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• Mending Flesh - A well known healing spell, Mending flesh heals those other than the caster at the cost of both physical and magical energy, drawing on the natural energy of the caster as well as magic to help aid in the recovery of a target's wounds. This means it is not uncommon for a healer to pass out while casting this spell if they are not careful.
  
  Deeper and more life threatening wounds cannot be properly healed by this spell, and take much longer for the magic to take effect. Scars and even loss of life is not uncommon if the caster is unable to enact the spell fast enough, or long enough for the magic to take hold.
• Reactive Mending - A spell that self targets a caster, reactive Mending is a spell requiring at least 5 minutes to cast, and must be activated within 3-4 hours after casting else the spell is wasted. Reactive Mending is only able to be cast once at a time per mage, and is activated upon receiving a grievous wound, a blade to the gut, a broken bone, spellfire upon bare flesh. A very potent spell if used properly.

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Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc

Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items

• Steel Sword: The blade slightly curved, this sword is her go-to weapon and a wedding gift from her father.
• Great-shield: Another wedding gift from her father, this massive wall of steel is surprisingly light for it's size, but nonetheless heavy and sturdy.
• Diary: The massive book at her hip details much, from her thoughts on those she meets, to academical recipes and the travels she goes on as well as faux letters she has no intention of sending, many of the things Amathel does not say outwardly can be found here.

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items

• Steel Armor: Like most other elvish armor, the steel that Amathel wears is sturdy and lightweight, fitting for a knight on the move. The cloth she wears is part of the armor as well, thick and warm, it aids in the stopping of arrows and spell-fire as the steel aids in the stopping of blades.

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling

• Stuffed Toy Rabbit: Stuffed away in her bag, the rabbit was a gift from her love when they were both very young, and as a result she never goes anywhere without it. It's a ratty thing, old but clearly well loved.
• Dried Fruits: Never one for meat, Amathel always has a large amount of these snack-like dried fruits.

Magical Items:

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Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions

• ' Mana ' Potion: Rarely used but nonetheless important, Amathel only purchases these potions when there is a certainty that she will have need of her healing magic.

Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy

• Luna Moth Wing: A bug that quite obviously, only shows itself during the appearance of the moon, the wings are often used to create potions that restore one's magical energy.
• Namira's Rot: A fungus that is often found growing near the dead, be it plant or beast. Often used to create potions that restore magical energy.
• Bleeding Crown: A fungus known for it's abnormal resistance to magic, it is used to create potions that negate magical effects on the user, by either helping them resist outside spells or purging the body of harmful magic.
• Lavender: A surprising ingredient, like Bleeding Crown, this plant has an abnormal resistance to magic, making it a main ingredient of many potions that resist or dispel magic.
• Fly Amantia: Yet another mushroom used in alchemy, this fungus is used in potions that aid in the restoration of physical energy. Potions of this kind are not replacements for food or sleep, instead used as a supplement to both, or during an emergency to help one stay in a fight.
• Mora Tapinella: Surprise, it's another fungus. LikeFly Amantia it is a main ingredient in potions that help restore one's physical energy, one must be sure to treat potions of this kind with respect, as overuse can send the body into shock.

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History: Born in Ellvanaan, more specifically the capital Mathhalon, Amathel spent much of her youth in the same way many other young elves did, studying magic. Though her focus of study was Constitution magic, she found a friend in her youth named Lhaewnis. Lhaewnis was an exceptionally quiet girl with a love of wildlife, and as such it was not surprising to find that she was studying to be a cultivation mage.

Now, when two mages become as close as Amathel and Lhaewnis had become, it is not uncommon for spells to rub off on one another, be it through actual teaching or an intelligent and observant nature. The two girls met one another at no older than seven and became near inseparable afterwards, bringing together their families and growing closer every day.

As time went on, Amathel abandoned her studies in favor of the life of a warrior, choosing the Great-Shield of all things as her favored weapon. Though Amathel was often gone, either on her own adventures or on duties given by those above her, she always found time to return home to Lhaewnis. The two, now young women of 25 and 24, had now spent years together. Lhaewnis had been in and then quickly out of the dating scene, and Amathel had found no time for anybody else save Lhaewnis. The words were unspoken, it was as if they both already knew what they both felt.

They were only truly married years later after Amathel had returned home from her travels. Amathel had heard many things about the fog, but was not yet ready to leave her love alone. The ceremony was a quiet one, consisting on only close family. Amathel's father, the blacksmith, had spent years forging gifts alongside the rings he had helped his daughter create, and it seemed that now was appropriate of all times for him to present his daughter with the weapons and armor that she would wear on her journey to join The Order against the fog.

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Character Quote: Something they say a lot or live by
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Name: Gauthier Blanchard
Titles: Royal Witch Hunter, Field Agent
Age: 52
Race/Ethnicity: Human
Continent of Origin: Carthus
Gender: Male
Class/Subclass: Witch Hunter


Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 167 lbs.
Appearance Description: Gauthier is a stocky, broad-shouldered bear of a man. What he lacks in height he makes up for in girth - a heavyset frame and slabs of muscle, tempered by years in the field. His face is lined by age, head balding and chin hidden beneath a thick nest of hair, but his eyes shine with purpose, belying the wrinkles at their corners. Sausage-like fingers and rough, calloused hands are the product of a life on the road, at home wrapped around the hilt of a sword or grip of a pistol. Though aged, Gauthier carries himself with the gait and energy of a man half his years. His reflexes are still sharp - though maybe not quite as fast as they used to be.
Day To Day Attire: A plumed, wide-brimmed hat and greatcoat give Gauthier a distinctive appearance, adding to the bulk of his frame. Affixed to his garments are prayers and litanies to ward away the fog’s corruption. He wears a pair of thick boots and leather gloves on the trail and is protected by an ornate chestplate - a gift from House Lacroix for his service to Vicelles. While the craftsmanship is still impressive, its luster is no longer as bright and it bears the marks of battle.
Strengths:

• Resourceful

Weaknesses:

• Age - Gauthier is no longer as strong, as fast or as nimble as he once was. For his age, he’s quite spry, but his prime is well behind him and he is loathe to admit it.

Trait * Trait * Trait * Trait

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Habits: Minimal 2

Hobbies: At least 1
Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged

Likes: 6 minimal

Dislikes: 6 minimal

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Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc

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Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items

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Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items

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Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling

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Magical Items:

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Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions

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Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy

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History: Gauthier was not always the virtuous hunter of corruption that he is today. His father died fighting in a border conflict when he was young, and he spent much of his youth without a strong masculine figure. As a result, he fell in with an unscrupulous crowd, eventually earning pocket change as a runner for a gang of outlaws. First, he ran messages. Then, he started running illicit goods, weapons, sums of money and other shady packages. He progressed through the hierarchy as he aged and earned the trust of his handlers, becoming street-level muscle and then something of a lieutenant for the local boss. He had blood on his hands by age fifteen, and into his twenties, he was notorious within his locale as a tracker, assassin and a sharpshooter.

Gauthier’s life as a career criminal changed when his gang acted on bad intelligence and assaulted a caravan under the protection of a high-ranking family. Most were killed in the ensuing skirmish, but Gauthier surrendered, having suffered a broken bone. He rotted away in the dungeons for a time, subsisting on dirty water and table scraps, before a man dressed in a high-collared coat and wide-brimmed hat opened the door to his cell and asked to speak with him. The visitor introduced himself as “Alain Dupont, Royal Witch Hunter.” Gauthier’s notoriety had not escaped the witch hunters who, as Alain explained, were looking for someone of his skillset. Gauthier could be a free man again - under the stipulation he repent his sins, put his past life behind him, and join the witch hunters.

With nothing else to look forward to, except the moldy walls of his prison, Gauthier agreed. He’d had plenty of time to dwell on his crimes until now, and had already started to grow penitent in custody. If he could absolve himself by serving the witch hunters, so be it. Under Alain’s tutelage, Gauthier became an apprentice witch hunter and learned the fundamentals of the profession. He refined his martial skills, became versed in esoteric knowledge to combat and identify magic and monsters of the fog, and underwent regular spiritual discipline to purify his mind against corruption and vice. He was also made to swear fealty to the throne and the Lacroix line. For the first year, he shadowed Alain on his travels, assisting and learning from the veteran hunter.

Gauthier found his new trade to be a natural fit, and came to appreciate the work he did - now he was tracking, trapping and slaying monsters and deviants, rather than honest men of Vicelles. He was elevated from apprentice to a fully-fledged field agent at age 29, and could now operate independently, under the crown’s jurisdiction. Presently, he has spent nearly 23 years as a witch hunter in the field, a veteran in his own right. Repentant of his past and yearning only to leave the world in a better state than he found it, Gauthier has taken to working with the Order of Vigilance to find a cure for the blight that preys on Vicelles.


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Name: Anwyn Apostolos
Titles: Songblade of the Oceana
Aliases: Ann, Annie, Wynny
Age: 22
Race/Ethnicty: Siren
Continent of Origin: The Bog
Gender: Female
Class/Subclass: Lore Bard

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Strength: 10
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 5
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 17

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Height: 171 cm
Weight: 63 kg
Appearance Description: Unlike most of her kin, Anwyn is considered relatively short compared to the rest of the Sirens in the Bogs Nest. Among humans, she is of average height and seemingly fit. Athletic and toned, her legs are long and muscular while her figure is hour glass shaped. If not for the golden scales that dot her dark grey complexion, particularly around her face, she would easily pass for a typical human. Lips thick, and nose slender and pointed at the end, Anwyns eyes are a large dark brown framed with long lashes and golden scales. They too hold a golden tint at night only due to a thick lens that allows her to see clearly while under water.

Day To Day Attire: While most temperatures, besides the cold, are no bother to her Anwyn prefers to wear loose shirts and fitted pants pulling out her winter cloak or gloves if the weather calls for it. Wearing one particular outfit often, Anwyn is usually seen clothed in a loose white blouse that clings to her waist thanks to a leather laced corset. Fitted black nylon leggings and thigh high brown leather boots cover her legs, and a belt carrying her water pouch, coin purse, and rapier hangs around her waist.
Strengths:

• People Person
• Intuitive
• Adaptability

Weaknesses:

• Cold Temperatures:
• Ranged Weapons
• Unimaginative Minds
• Impatience

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Intuitive * Flirtatious * Curious * Empathetic

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. It was something said to her by a merchant in River Run when she was still young and naive. Lessons learned over time she came to live by these words, holding true to them in every bit of her nature. Anwyn has always been a curious girl, eager to learn and understand different things outside of her culture. As a child this lead her into trouble with both her family and the nest, but stubborn and headstrong, Anwyn has never been one to give up on something easily or without good reason to. Never one to rush into things without a plan of action, Anwyn has learned to take things carefully and with great detail. This cautious and over-prepping way of life has kept her alive in many sticky situations but has made her prone to overthinking or over-analyzing a situation or person. Anwyn is always eager for a good conversation or story however, at times even forcing herself into others conversations which, more than often, can be seen as obnoxious or overbearing. Despite knowing this, Anwyn still loves to meet and learn about others, believing that everyone person has a story to tell. This interest has allowed her to become empathetic of others, trying her best in every situation to understand another's pain or passion. Priding herself in her intuitive nature and capabilities in reading others Anwyn can come off a bit pushy and a little more familiar than most people are comfortable with.

The concept of love is something she holds dearly, seeing it within her parents, the other Sirens of the nest, and those she's met during her travels. Gentle, fragile, passionate, and honest. It is her belief that such a love awaits her on her travels, believing that her true love is not within the nest but out in the open world waiting for her. With this idea in mind, Anwyn has attempted to find this love many times. Experiencing many fleeting and drawn out relationships, she still holds this idea close to her heart despite her lack of committed partners. A bleeding heart for romance, she's learned to deal with heartache through poetry or drowning her sorrows in alcohol or ale. Drinking has always been a favorite hobby of hers, be it social or by herself, her love for spirits and ale are well known in the town bars that she's stopped preformed at in Carthus. Both as a pick-me-up and a numbing agent, Anwyns typical nature is usually exaggerated under the influence. Extremely flirtatious, prone to reciting a ballad, or serenading the prettiest thing near her. Under the wrong circumstances her bleeding heart emerges and her songs share her angst and pain.
Habits:

• Singing Outloud
• Eavesdropping
• Nosiness
• Overthinking

Hobbies:

• Reading & Writing Poetry
• Drinking
• Singing & Dancing
• Flirting

Fears:

• Deep Water
• Returning Home to the Nest
• The Unknown
• Blood
• Death

Likes:

• Preforming
• Singing
• Interesting People
• Alcohol
• Cats
• Spicy Food
• Rain

Dislikes:

• Sweets
• Birds
• Humorless or Serious People
• Darkness
• Hollowed Men
• Seafood

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• Skill: Swordsmanship - Particularly Rapier proficiency
  
  Training under her kin to become a Guardian of her Nest, Anwyn has learned the basics on wielding many melee based weapons. Her favor and proficiency leaning towards a Rapier it's Fencing style.
• Skill: Horseback Riding
  
  A basic skill she learned during her early exploration of Carthus, however Anwyn prefers to travel on foot.
• Skill: Athleticism
  
  During her years training in the Bog, the requirements that followed being a Guardian was absolute fitness, both in health and flexibility. Practicing this same exercise regiment during her travels still, Anwyn has kept herself fit and agile.
• Skill: Preforming
  
  If there's one thing Anwyn is good at, it's preforming for her audience. Capable of holding the attention of many without needing to charm them with her magic, her reputation stands as one of the better showmen and Bardic entertainers within Vicilles and Northern Astoria.
• Skill: Outdrinking Others
  
  Despite her race, Anwyn prides herself in her drinking skills. Years of preforming at bars with The Herald and her by herself has warranted her quite a few free drinks and a hard tolerance. Serenading the richest man or woman in the room has also worked, but betting her tab against the town alcoholics and winning has always been more fun.
• Skill: Swimming & Breathing Underwater
  
  As a Siren, Anwyn is an adept swimmer. Capable of swimming great distances at fast paces, she was lucky enough that her own clan still carried their ancestors ability of breathing underwater. This is made obvious by the gills that open along the sides of her neck and torso.

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A Bards Tale

• Main Stage
  
  Requiring eye contact with her target, Anwyn can glamour or charm another person or being with a slow and enticing melody. If her song finishes the charm lasts a total of two minutes making Anwyn the center of attention for the glamoured. Allowing her suggestions to seem like commands, and her questions to almost always be answered, those with a strong will, or a stubborn nature can easily fight the effects. If she were to play the melody again to the same person or being, the effects would stack but wouldn't be near as strong as before.
• Vicious Mockery
  
  A harsh and off-tune melody is played as all enemies in earshot are put into a state of confusion and rage. While their attacks are more powerful, enemies effected by the melody are prone to missing and hurting themselves. This effect can be broken if the melody is interrupted.
• Will-o'-the-Wisps
  
  Childlike and playful, the melody calls forth the spirits of the forest. Appearing in the form of floating luminescent blue flames, the Wisps dance to the tune lighting the area in a five foot radius. On roads or trails, the Wisps will light up the path most taken or recently used. If an enemy is close by or within their radius of light the Wisps will turn a bright red.
• Healing Melody
  
  A soft and comforting tune, those in earshot distance of her melody have their wound or injuries healed over time. The longer the song lasts the more those effected by her performance are healed. This applies to enemies as well.
• Epic Illusion
  
  Powerful and passionate, this Melody can create grand illusions. From detailed moving images and pictures of great points in history, to an almost exact replica of herself or another person, Anwyn can bring anything she imagines to life. If the melody is interrupted or the Illusion is touched it will disappear.

Songblade of the Oceana

• Battle Focus
  
  A single target ability, when going into en-garde position the rapier gives off a sharp shriek that vibrates through Anwyns body and enemies around her. If activated with a roll of the wrist creating a deep hum, Anwyn enters a more concentrated state that heightens her senses and awareness of the area around her and on the focused target.
• Strike True
  
  Taking first position and going into the salute, the flick and point of her blade emits a soft hum that vibrates through Anwyns body. Enhancing her agility and precision instead of raw strength, Anwyn is capable of striking quickly and hitting vital spots of an enemy. Her strength doesn't center around raw power or the ability to tank damage, but to output critical strikes with precision and speed making her quite the glass cannon.
• Horrid Song
  
  By rolling her wrist and waving her Songblade in a circular motion the rapier emits a deep and ominous hum. Enemies in earshot are filled with a sense of dread, often making weaker creatures run away while stronger ones are more hesitant to attack with their full strength.
• Blade Dance
  
  Activating Strike true by going into first position and salute, a roll and flick of the wrist creatures a ringing hum from her Songblade. When attacking an opponent Anwyn can jump to another target, as long as they're within a five foot radius of her, as if she's attacking the same enemy for a second time. This ability can only stay active if Anwyn is able to keep the ringing tune by jumping to other targets in continuous succession.

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Possessions Generally On Person:

• Item: Coin Purse
• Item: Fox Fur Gloves
• Item: Winter Cloak
• Item: Water Pouch

Weapons:

• Item: Dagger

Armor:

• Item: Leather Corset
• Item: Padded Leather Vambraces
• Item: Leather Greaves

Pack Contents:

• Item: Personal Journal
• Item: Quill & Ink
• Item: Lantern Oil
• Item: Dried Meat Rations

Magical Items:

• Item: Rapier - Songblade of the Oceana
• Item: Ring of Warmth

Potions:

• Item: Soothing Oil
• Item: Potion of Healing
• Item: Cleansing Water
• Item: Essence of Fire

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History:Born in the Bog outside of River Run in Vicilles, Anwyn was the youngest of 349 among her family of Siren. The largest family among the nest, 3 generations of her clan lived their lives out within the Bog. Their once vast Ocean uninhabitable, her family came to the Bog more than a century ago. Adapting to their new way of life but sticking to traditions, the waters of the Bog were habitable enough that many other Sirens came to call it home, following in her families footsteps and living safely under the protection of the Apostolos. As the largest family, many of Kin became Guardians of their waters, protecting their people and their way of life. As tradition in her family, the 30 youngest were to join the rest of her family in the pact. Training under her many cousins, aunts and uncles, by the age of 16 she came to be proficient with many basic weapons, coming to favor a rapier as matured.

The many visitations to River Run lead to her interest in the world outside of her nest. This interest did not go unnoticed by her mother or father, and as her trips to River Run became more frequent word traveled fast to the Nest Elders. The old ways of her people were still held strong by her nest, forbidding too much interaction with Foreigners of her kind. This did not sit well with the Elders, as her behavior and interests were considered reckless and a danger to the Nest, she was given an ultimatum to decide on. Honor her kin and their way of life, or be disowned by the Nest. Still young and naive, Anwyns bond with her family meant much more than her own curiosity and at the time, the world outside of the nest was unknown to her. It was both terrifying and fascinating, and despite her she would abide by the Elders words

Earning the trust of her parents and the Elders she was permitted to accompany a small caravan of her people to River Run to purchase and barter with their own supplies. It was here that she met a man she only came to know as the Herald. His performance had gathered and large crowd, catching her own attention which inevitably lead her to separate from her siblings and people. He told the story of the War of Splitting Branches, dancing and playing his pan flute. A Bardic Mage, his music created illusions above that told the story, while the tune and melody kept Anwyn and the Crowd entranced. Holding a great impression over the young Siren she had approached him after the performance, asking him question after question until he finally gave her the answer she was seeking.



This epiphany had opened her eyes, realizing the cage she had put herself in upon abiding by the Elders ultimatum. Her kind didn't live for very long as the waters of the land were only so habitable, and with the strict traditions that kept her Nest reclusive and void of progression, Anwyn realized that this was not the life she wanted to live. Returning home with her kin, she gathered basic items in a knapsack, including her rapier and a coral flute she had crafted many years ago for herself, Anwyn left her Nest never to return at the fear of parents and Elders disapproval. Her return would only mean her exile, and that thought combined with her disappointment her parents might have harbored towards her now, the Siren vowed to never return to her Nest.

Travelling all over Vicilles, Anwyn met many throughout her travels, but at the border of Vicelles near Cambridge she met the Herald once again. It was at this meeting that he offered to take her under his wing and teach her the art of a Bard. Their magic, lifestyle and honor. To be a storyteller and historian of the land, the voice of the long forgotten, and a guardian of the arts and free speech. It was everything she had ever wanted, and together with the Herald he showed her a new life. It was these times that Anwyn grew the most, branching out of her racial traditions that had restricted her from the foreign world for so long. Preforming for audiences far and wide she met other artists, magical beings and creatures, learning their stories and magic as she journeyed through Carthus with The Herald.

On her 20th birthday, Anwyn was presented with a gift from the Herald. Taking her Rapier and sheath, The Herald enchanted her blade, hollowing out the inside as it was transformed into a Songblade. When sheathed the blade became a magical instrument, exchanging her old coral flute for an instrument that would allow Anwyn to channel her magic and preform properly for her audience or enemies. This gift came with a price however; The Herald felt there was no more he could teach her, and while she assured him that was not the case, she was left with one final vow from her master, "We will meet again, and when we do, tell me of your story Anwyn. By then I'm sure it will be an incredible tale to tell." Since then Anwyn has been on her own, preforming for the people and creatures of Carthus in search of where her story will begin.

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Character Quote:
"He who has the first word, has the last laugh."

"Better to strike true, then strong."

"A life not lived is not a life at all."

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