Name:
Heinrich Von Wolfram
Titles:
The Red-Eye Spawn, Traitor (by family)
Aliases:
Red Eyes, Freak
Age:
19
Race/Ethnicty:
Human
Continent of Origin:
Carthus
Gender:
Male
Class/Subclass:
Mage - Adjuration Magic

Strength:
7
Dexterity:
18
Constitution:
10
Intelligence:
20
Wisdom:
6
Charisma:
14


Height:
6’2”
Weight:
151 lbs
Appearance Description:
Heinrich, always a tall boy, is abnormally pale, with longer, dark hair for a man of his age. However, the irises of his eyes are a remarkable scarlet red, with the veins around his eyes popping through the skin, making him seem as if he were possessed by some vastly entity. He is thin, but what there is on his bone is muscle as his family made sure to keep the children in adequate condition. His skin is smooth though, as if the child has never seen or worked a hard day in his life, with this skin comes the handsome face of his. A jawline well defines, and apart from his eyes, he is a good looking fellow.

Day To Day Attire:
Much like the other Von Wolfram’s, Heinrich wears more elaborate clothing, though more dark and macabre than his family would like. His most valued outfit is that of a black suit with golden-lined rims and under that is a pristine white undershirt which is almost as soft as silk but not quite. Furthermore, even the boy’s traveling shoes are clean and tend to reflect light, even though they come up halfway up his calves.

Strengths:

• Incredibly Gifted Mental Apptitude
• Talented Strategist
• String Magical Connection

Weaknesses:

• Arrogance
• Gullible
• Sickly

Arrogant * Curious * Quick Tempered * Knowledgeable

Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
Heinrich, being a Von Wolfram, is seemingly naturally predisposed to being a stuck up, arrogant brat who craves nothing but power in the world. However, unlike most of his other family, Heinrich does not share the same drive and passion of rising up through the ranks of Astoria. Instead, he craves power on a literal level, wanting to grow his own natural power and control over the lands so that he may not be challenged by rivals or those who might seek to do his family harm. To that extent he is the carbon copy Wolfram, one with oddities and quirks, one riddled with paranoia and guilt.

Due to his outcasting from the family though, Heinrich has grown to be more docile, and is able to keep his inner self from showing. Instead, he puts on a face of wonder and curiosity, which now has become a genuine part of him thanks to his curse. Additionally, Heinrich legitimately cares about the lives of others and how his actions may affect them in the present and the future, always thinks of how things may turn out in that fabulous mind of his. That is where his innocence lie, naked and unknowing of his cold the world may truly be.

Oh, how he wishes Lucilia were there to protect him.

Habits:

• Finger Tapping
• Hair Fiddling

Hobbies:

• Writing
• Fencing
• Chess

Fears:

• Arachnophobia
• Classtrphobia
• Isolophobia

Likes:

• Wolves
• Magic
• Writing
• Nobility
• Exploring
• Magical Objects

Dislikes:

• Family
• Being Alone
• His curse
• Fighting
• Being useless
• Wasting Time

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

• Fencing: From a young age, Heinrich was taught how to fence and thus is able to fence rather proficiently, giving him an added edge with his rapier.
• Quick Casting: Heinrich has learned how to quickly cast spells effectively, making him both a formidable magician and a very dangerous one as he can cast spells that require a large casting time in almost half that time.
• Mindful Cipher: This young lad is able to crack many different ciphers, so long as it is in a language he can understand or be able to find a pattern in. One such accomplishments was that of the cracking of the Red Cipher by the Red-Eyed Witch of old.
• Accounting: Heinrich had, for a time, trained to be an accountant for the Von Wolframs, and with his bright mind, Heinrich is very good at keeping track of funds. This skill can also translate to investigations of finding out where money has gone.
• Team Work: Able to work very well with others, Heinrich is flexible and able to coordinate, as well as communicate, with those that are a part of his team. While no leader, he is certainly able to make sure everything runs smoothly.
• Negotiations: Being a Wolfram, Heinrich was prepared to make deals with those who would prove useful to him or to make deals that would help advance his ambitions. Sometimes talking is better than fighting.

• Blood Arrow: This spell creates a small missile that fires itself towards a designated enemy within 60 feet, requiring only a small, token amount of the user's blood. While the attack can pierce through clothing and leather strips easily, true armor can easily repel this attack unless it hits in between armor pieces. Can be cast in an instant.
• Blood Armor: This spell, only requiring a moderate amount of blood, can create armor equal to that of chain mail armor around the user for a duration of up to five minutes or until it is completely destroyed, through either magic or physical trauma. Any duration past that requires additional amounts of blood, making it a hard spell to maintain.
• Animal Friendship: Requiring a morsel of food, allows the user to charm an animal for up to 24 hours or until the creature is attacked. Smarter animals are a bit more resistant to the spell.
• Black Blood Missile: A spell created by the Red-Eyed Witch, is a powerful incantation that takes up to a minute to properly cast, requiring a larger amount of blood as well as an object larger than apple. The object becomes covered in blackened blood and launches itself at a target within 120 feet where it will explode in a cascade of acidic blood, damaging those in within 10 feet of the target.
• Blood Rejuvenation: Allows user to mend their own wounds by using the blood of another, whether it be given willingly or not, those blood must be able to be accessed through a wound. This spell takes about a minute to invoke and the target must be within 20 feet.
• Soul Tear: Temporarily pushes target’s soul out of the target’s Body, effectively stunning him for a few seconds. This spell requires a piece of hair from the target and the target must be attacked in melee by the user. It can be cast in an instant and held for up to a minute, but the magic is lost if another spell is cast or the caster loses concentration on maintaining the spell.
• Speak with the dead: A necromancy spell requiring something that the specific dead person has owned in a past life. This spell takes an hour to cast and allows one to speak with the spirit of the deceased for a period of up to 30 minutes.

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

• Coins and Coin Purse: Being a part of an affluent family has its perks, Heinrich has a coin purse with the family insignia and 200 gold peices.
• Handkerchief:Every fine gentleman must carry one of these. It’s logic.

Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items

• Rapier: A finely made rapier with the Wolfram insignia on the hilt.

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items

• Leather Padding: Underneath his fine clothing, Heinrich wears a padding of leather which can blunt some attacks.

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

• Writing Material: Paper and ink are very important, whether to keep track of things or to simply write for personal entertainment.
• Spare Clothing: Fancy spare clothing, as every noble should have.

Magical Items:

• The Book of Red: This book is a magical book in that it is said to contain a fraction of a spirit of the Red-Eyed Witch. Opening the book bestows a curse upon the user, where the user will gain knowledge of some of the spells inside of it, but part of the users soul is replaced by the witch’s. It is theorize that it opened long enough, the soul of the user would be converted into that if the Red-Eyed Witch herself.

History:
”A life of damnation is a good trade if you can become more powerful that life,” - Cecilia Von Wolfram

When Heinrich was small, he was always the smallest and therefore could barely keep up with his siblings throughout the daily routine of being more fit than the peasantry outside their home. He was constantly sickly and therefore was normally confined to his room, leading to him becoming the bookworm of the family, despite wanting to live up the expectations set by his father, Lion Von Wolfram. However, he felt as if he never could, no matter how much knowledge he had obtained from his years and years of reading. Of course, Lion passed Heinrich off as a child which could do little to advance his own standing in the realm and was useless to the family as a whole. Despite this, Heinrich continued his efforts to become one of the most astute minds in the lands, just to earn some fragmentation of pride from his father.

The only one of his siblings that he could depend on was Lucilia, who constantly comforted and encouraged him through childhood and early teens. In fact, while Lucilia was colder and far more ruthless than their father, Heinrich respected her the most and would be very fine sitting by her side. However, while he was studying the family history, he happened upon the collection of notes and records about a certain Cecilia Von Wolfram, a family member that had disgraced the Wolfram family line, though the reason why was omitted from the records. While he knew that most of the family would not agree with him pursuing the matter, Lucilia would aid him by providing much needed insight and resources as the heir to the house. This was a poor choice on Lucilia’s part as will be revealed later.

Heinrich, armed with a band of mercenaries and a pack of trained wolves, set onto the world to find more records of Cecilia Von Wolfram. His travel would take him to the heartland of Ostguard where a coven of witches had been spotted, traveling with a symbol that oddly resembled that of a Wolfram insignia, though tattered and painted red. Their band traveled east of Hidenburg where they were set upon by the coven and their followers, though clearly they stood no match for the mercenaries and wolves. After a brief but fierce battle, the witches retreated and against the advice of the mercenary captain chose to pursue the witches all the way north to Frostwood. It was the dead of winter, and through snow and blizzard, skirmishing with these witches and interrogating those who survived.

It was not until the band reached the lair of the witches where the tides changed, first the wolves, or rather what remained of them, seemed to become more docile and refused to run after the witches. In fact they were more like puppies than savage animals meant for war. That left the band only with a few battle-ready men ready to storm the lair. Heinrich had entered behind the mercenaries, before the magical ability of the witches ripped them apart. They stood nearly no chance, only able to beat them after Heinrich picked up a tome, the Book of Red. Upon picking up the book, Heinrich received magical knowledge of a vast quantity, introducing him to world of power he never imagined. With this power and the few spells he got, he smote the witches and collected the knowledge that he could before he retreated with the few survivors of the mercenaries.

With their task completed, the group returned to the manor. Though now, Heinrich was deformed by the curse of the book, his eyes stained red and skin paler than ghost. Though now he knew why Cecilia Von Wolfram had been exiled and disgraced the family, being a witch and turning her back on the gods. With his deformation, and blatant disgrace to the family, Lion took it upon himself to banish his son without giving him a moment of rest as he tried to explain his actions. Unfortunately, Lucilia was not here to defend him, she had departed to Ardent’s Fall a month prior to his returned. With that, Heinrich ran off, disgraced and unknowing of what to do.

That was where his study and travels took him to the Order of Vigilance in Vicelles. He believed that there was more studying to be done in order to prove the innocence of two, both Cecilia and himself. For the things he had found on Cecilia, the Red-Eyed Witch, were only things that pointed to her being wrongly accused of acts that she did not do and he believes a conspiracy within the family have wronged him and her alike.


Character Quote:”Innocence is a fickle thing, for you are always accused of things that you have not done. However, Innocence is some sign of good in life.”
Anything Else:
Theme - Playing With the Big Boys Now

Name: Roselyn Delire
Titles: The Girl in the Mask
Aliases: Rose, Rosey
Age: 19
Race/Ethnicty: Human
Continent of Origin:Valenndalic
Gender: Female
Class/Subclass: Gunslinger


Strength: 8
Dexterity: 18
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 16
Wisdom: 8
Charisma: 15


Height: 5’11”
Weight: 125 lb.
Appearance Description: Rose is a tall, willowy girl with shoulder-length red hair and green eyes. Her skin is tanned and freckled, and her face is usually stained with soot, as are her hands.
Day To Day Attire: Modest brown traveling attire, usually stained in mud. Wears a red bandanna as a neckerchief in case she needs to pull it over her face.
Strengths:

• Brave
• Fast Thinker
• Fun

Weaknesses:

• Obnoxious
• Headstrong
• Easy to Anger

Bold * Independent * Mouthy * Foolish

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Rose is sharp, clever, and independent. She has a strong sense of right and wrong and can’t stand anyone that falls on the ‘wrong’. She’s mouthy and impetuous, always saying exactly what she thinks and unafraid to start an argument with anyone, authority figure or otherwise. Once she gets something set in her mind, it’s difficult to dissuade her from it, and she’ll pursue her goals with relentless energy and aggression. She’ll never back down from a fight, even if she almost definitely should, and her planning skills are essentially limited to ‘wing it’. In spite of her obnoxious tendencies, however, she’s a loyal friend with a deep sense of idealism and wonder; she wants to make the world a better place just like her father did, she just thinks that the way to do it involves a lot more powder and blood.
Habits:

• Extremely fidgety, usually tapping her feet or humming if she’s not doing anything else.
• Cleans her guns fastidiously – if she has a minute with nothing better do to, she’s liable to bring out a rag and begin wiping them down.

Hobbies: Loves to dance, particularly to the fast-paced, frantic music popular in her home. Has no musical talent whatsoever, but always wanted to learn.
Fears:

• Drowning – Roselyn can’t swim a stroke and is terrified of deep water.
• Hypnosis – She was raised on stories of vampires and witches that could use evil magic to control minds, and she’s still deeply disturbed by the idea of anything taking her free will away.
• Survivor Guilt – she can’t stand the idea of losing people she cares about and living; not again.

Likes:

• Guns
• Horses
• Music
• Science
• Excitement
• Starry Nights

Dislikes:

• Cats
• Criminals
• Cruelty
• Planning
• Self-Importance
• Purple

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

• Marksmanship:Roselyn is a deadeye with firearms, able to aim fast and hit the target reliably.
• Horseback Riding:She’s had to make more than a few getaways on horseback, and is an excellent rider.
• Tinker: She’s not an inventor by any means, but teaching picked up from her father combined with time fiddling with his contraptions has made her knowledgeable enough about engineering to do some basic repair and improvements on her equipment.
• Liar: Roselyn subscribes to the ‘swamp them with bullshit’ school of lying – she has an infinite ability to bluster, babble and generally confuse the crap out of anyone until they don’t know which way is up.

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

• Coin Purse
• Clothes: Four changes.
• Spyglass: Her father’s. Dented slightly.
• Locket: Silver. Belonged to her mother.
• Black Powder & Ammunition Gotta have it.

Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items

• Matchlock Pistol: Made by her father, a black-powder pistol with a revolutionary matchlock firing system.
• Matchlock Musket: Former property of the Caracas City Guard and modified to support a matchlock firing system. She’s not as good a shot with this one, but she’s getting better.
• Longsword: Bog-standard steel longsword from the city of Caracas. She has only the vaguest knowledge of how to use it (pointy end goes in enemy).

Armor:

• Leather Padding: A boiled leather vest capable of deflecting some harm while allowing for maximum range of movement.

Potions:

• Healing Potion: Snagged these from a gang hideout she shot up – she’s got three of them, and they all work like a cinch.
• Alchemist’s Fire: A flask of alchemical mixture that will burst into a sticky flaming tarpit when thrown. She’s saving it.

History: Rose was born in the city of Caracas in Valenndale, one of the city-states that made up the Union. She was the only child of Oscar and Evelynn Delire – her mother passed away giving birth to her, leaving her to be raised by her father alone. Her father was a futurist to the core – a scholar and inventor, he would tell her tales of great scientific discoveries, of all the wonderful things that would soon be possible and of the new world that was surely coming. He designed waterwheels and wind mills and other, stranger devices, and Rose worshipped him as a hero for most of her life. Unfortunately, for all his idealism, he was ill-suited to the real world; futurism wasn’t a career that payed, and to be poor in a town as lawless as Caracas was a dangerous preposition. One night, when she was seventeen years old, Roselyn came home from the local tavern to find her father in his workshop, in a heated conversation with two ugly, stout men with black caps; she recognized them immediately as Stoats, the organized gang that had taken over the streets in recent years. As soon as she walked in, her father threw herself at the men, telling her to run – and she did, pausing only to grab her father’s most recent creation from the table by the door. The workshop burned down later that night; the story the magistrate told was that the fire was the result of an accident, and that Rose and her father had both perished in the flames. To die was not so rare in those times, and life went on.

Until, a year later, the streets of Caracas began to run red with blood. A man known to be affiliated with the Stoats was found dead in an alleyway, another murdered in his home two days later. Both of them had the same ragged wounds, like something had blown a hole in them – gunshot wounds. People began telling stories of the one responsible, the girl in the mask with red hair out to wage a one-woman-war against the crime syndicate; though in truth, Rose had more than her share of allies in those days, people who would shelter and hide her and bind up her wounds. Her crusade continued for a few weeks, over the course of which she killed two more Stoats and wounded several more. Perhaps fortunately for her, the law caught up with her before the Stoats did, for she was fighting a battle she had no chance of winning. She was arrested in one of her safe houses in the wee hours of the morning, just before launching her most ambitious assault on the Stoats yet. For her crimes, she would have been sentenced to death, though the issue of her trial became something of a political nightmare for the ruling elite of the city, as to watch the law put a folk hero to death, especially one so young, might very well have resulted in the city’s latent tensions boiling over. Fortunately for everyone, another option presented itself – a visiting dignitary from the nation of Vicelles who had heard of her skill and courage suggested that she would be quite welcome in the Order of Vigilance, and though Caracas had never done it, there was political precedence for foreign nations to exile their prisoners into the Order’s service. She was informed of her fate when several armed guards marched into her ragged cell, she assumed to lead her to an execution; she would instead be brought to Vicelles and made to take up the oath, where her initiative and skill could be turned to a purpose more noble than revenge.


Character Quote: “You don’t believe in anything you’re not prepared to fight for.”
Anything Else: Theme Song: Hunt You Down

Name: Hadar Mizrahi
Titles: The Windwalker
Aliases: Champion of Caim
Age: 24
Race/Ethnicty: Tiefling
Continent of Origin: High Mist
Gender: Male
Class/Subclass: Beserker


Strength: 18
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 7
Wisdom: 16
Charisma: 4


Height:6'5"
Weight:230 lbs
Appearance Description:
Hadar is a tall man, even to the standards of Tieflings. Standing over most at 6'5", Hadar's tall frame is set with a very sinewy, athletic build, well suited to the rigors of combat. His shoulders are broad, but his posture casual, with the appearance of one used to regular and hard travel. His red hair is long and unkempt, kept just short enough to stay out of his eyes with a little effort. His facial features are strong and defined, however his right eye is almost always kept covered. Beneath the covering cloth is a perfectly spherical, arguably demonic eye, with a vertical pupil, and scars spiraling around the socket. His face is regularly pulled into a scowl, and occasionally makes children cry.
Day To Day Attire:
One part travel gear, one part suitable combat armor. Tough and sturdy leathers supplemented by a thick coat of padded armor provides protection against lighter cutting weapons, blunt impacts and the general wear and tear of travel with minimal maintenance, while also allowing Hadar to stay mobile and on his feet. A nomad's shawl and turban sits across his shoulders, allowing him as much or little discretion as he pleases.
Strengths:

• Close Quarters Combat
• Resilient
• Resourceful

Weaknesses:

• Mute
• Leadership
• History/Knowledge

Reserved* Resolute * Brave * Perceptive

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
The strong and silent type (ha), Hadar is quiet and reserved to the point of not speaking (ha). Calm and reserved, Hadar possess a confident, if somewhat aloof demeanor, backed by a powerful intuition and a quick wit. Hadar is strong willed and determined- occasionally to the point of bull headedness, but rational and down to earth. While capable of cooperating, Hadar is still used to the mindset of fighting alone, and exhibits poor leadership skills- in no small part due to the fact that he cannot speak. In groups, Hadar will generally abdicate leadership to someone else, and contents himself with following.
Habits:

• Combat Rituals - After (and if possible before) a fight, Hadar will take a second to himself for a ritual that appears to be the combination of a short prayer and weapon maintenance
• Sleeps sitting, standing, or kneeling, but never laying down

Hobbies:

• Whittling
• Fishing

Fears:

• The Dread God - Hadar despises and fears the Dread God
• Eternal Rage - Hadar fears that one day he will enter his primal state, and never return from it
• Dread God's Curse - The scars around his eyes grow larger and deeper as time slowly ticks by, Hadar fears that one day he will be consumed by his 'gift'.

Likes:

• Solitude
• Dry Weather
• Tobacco
• Full Canteens
• Competence
• Challenge

Dislikes:

• The Dread God
• Excessive Noises
• Wet Weather
• Liars
• Incompetence
• Boats

• Weapons Master - From a young age, Hadar has been trained to use a variety of weapons. While most at home with a two handed sword, Hadar is capable of using a variety of blades, polearms, clubs, and even improvised weapons.
• Dread God's Curse - Also called a 'Gift' by some, Hadar's right eye grants him incredibly acute vision, allowing him to notice small details as well as the ability to see in darkness- both magical and nonmagical. The Eye is also incredibly sensitive to light, to the point that Hadar must cover it in order to see in the daytime without blinding himself.
• Athletic - Trained from a young age to be a Champion of his birth city, Hadar is a near olympian athlete. Strong, fast, and with a deep pool of stamina, and is capable of a variety of physical feats.
• Hardy - Resilient and strong of body and mind, is capable of taking a beating and keep on fighting.
• Herbology & First Aid - While not an incredibly talented apothecary or herbalist, Hadar has a solid idea of how do find and gather common herbs with medical uses for basic purposes. Combined with basic knowledge of using alcohol and clean bandages allows Hadar to perform basic first aid.
• Horseback Riding Hadar is a more than capable rider, and can even conduct combat from horseback given the right weapons.

• Beserker Rage: Primal Winds - Hadar traces his latent magical heritage back to a fallen family of mages who had long ago cut a deal with a powerful Wind Demon. While his latent powers are considerably more muted when compared to that of his forefathers, Hadar is still able to tap into this ancient blood. When tapping into this power, strong gusts of wind whip around Hadar, pushing at his back to move him faster, and guiding his strikes.

Possessions Generally On Person:

• Coin Purse - Its a purse that holds coins. Its relatively empty- has about 20 coins.
• Belt Satchel - A set of leather satchels at his sides carry a variety of immediately useful supplies: A whittling knife, Twine, waterskin, travel rations, a small pouch of tobacco, herbal ointments, a small bottle of spirits, rolls of clean cloth, and a spool of thread and a needle.

Weapons:

• Hadar's Greatsword [+]

  
  A dwarven forged greatsword of high quality taken from the body of an Astoran Knight, belonging to the Knightly Order of the Radiant Sun. Well balanced and nimble, boasting both strength and speed, it is a fine piece of craftsmanship, but not incredibly unique. While once well decorated and ornate, continuous use has shorn off any of its prettier and flashier accouterments.
• Long Dagger- A simple, long bladed dagger for both close in fighting, and other utilitarian purposes.
• Dagger - A simple, plain dagger for both close in fighting, and other utilitarian purposes.
• Tomahawk Axe - A simple multipurpose axe for both close in fighting, and other utilitarian purposes.

Armor:

• Nomad's Armor - Tough and sturdy leathers supplemented by a thick coat of padded armor provides protection against lighter cutting weapons, blunt impacts and the general wear and tear of travel with minimal maintenance while also allowing Hadar to stay mobile and on his feet. Steel vambraces, steel backed gloves, and steel greaves provide additional protection to Hadar's extremities without weighing him down too much. A nomad's cloak and shawl sits over his shoulders covering the ensemble. It provides adequate protection against human foes- which is all its really for. Hadar has seen first hand that all the protection in the world does little against the giant claws and tails of monstrous creatures, and as such favors mobility.

Pack Contents:

• Travel Horse - A bulky, if somewhat slow moving and dimwitted horse, this serves as a combination beast of burden, riding animal, and travel companion for Hadar.
  
  • The saddlebags contain: A pair of leather waterskins, a whetstone, a tinderbox, lines and tackle for fishing, a small iron bowl for cooking, a small hatchet for wood gathering, a small knife and whetstone, a length of rope (approx. 50 feet), a pouch of herbs, an oil lantern with a bottle of spare oil, a few days worth of provisions for Hadar as well as his horse. Behind the saddle is a blanket and spare clothes are wrapped in a roll of canvas.

Magical Items:

• Firebrand's Shawl The red shawl around Hadar's shoulders is woven with Siren Glass, and imbued with a protective enchantment rendering most fire and fire magic ineffectual.

Potions:

• Potion of Healing x2 - A pair of potions that heal wounds.
• Potion of Endurance x2 - A sickly green color and foul taste makes it rather unappetizing, but drinking half a dose allows one to go a day without food, making it popular amongst travelers.

Hadar is the firstborn son of a pair of destitute, impoverished, and unlanded nobles in the city of Caim. Hadar grew up essentially a peasant, their name having no sway in any circles- spurring condescension and scorn amongst noble and peasant families alike. Hadar's childhood would not last very long however. He was selected and taken by the City's leading political party- The Redeemers to join the ranks of their many 'Champions', warriors groomed and bred to fight to the death to advance their respective city's political power. Essentially trained from birth to be warriors, Hadar was taught only the basics of reading and writing- which was used mostly to instruct children on military theory and combat doctrines. Outside of military lessons, Hadar's life consisted of fighting and training. A Champions' only purpose was to fight, and Hadar learned almost every weapon known to man: Sword, spear, axe, flail, staff, even his bare hands.

The only pause in Hadar's training was around the age of 12, when he and the rest of the Redeemer's champion candidates embarked into the desert on their pilgrimage to be cleansed of the Dread God's influence. During the children's stay at the monastery Hadar, they were beaten and disciplined by the monks- any attempts to fight back, of which there were many, were quickly beaten into submission. Ritual scarring and beatings were common in the Monastaries during these pilgrimage, and one particularly zealous monk took to branding Hadar's right eye, causing him to go blind in that eye. On one of the last nights of their stay, Hadar was visited by a terrible dream. Screaming himself awake, Hadar found that his vision had returned, and where his scarred right eye once was, a new, demonic eye had been placed. The monks claimed that Hadar had been released from the hold of the Dread God, who in his fury left Hadar with one last scar.

Amongst the other children taken into the ranks of Caim's Champions, Hadar was among the most tenacious, overpowering those who were faster than him, and outsmarting those who were stronger than him. However, despite his success, Hadar was never particularly popular among the noble families that controlled them. He was argumentative and rebellious, his deformity was unnerving, and he had irreparably injured more than one favored candidate. Around the age of 16, a particularly outraged noble decided to cut out his tongue as punishment for his insolence. While the noble was chided for his outburst later on, it did little to change the fact that Hadar had been rendered mute, and would no longer be a suitable figurehead for the City of Caim.

Hadar's training continued undeterred however, the Redeemers figured that Hadar would at the least by a viable candidate for one the upcoming tournament in the Proving Grounds- a year when they knew they had no hope of winning. Eventually learning of this through rumors and eavesdropping on one or two particularly gossipy nobles, Hadar concluded that he would escape Babel, or die trying- he was a dead man already. Hadar fought his way out of Caim, fighting past guards and his fellow Champions alike, throwing himself into the desert sands in his own self-exile.

Suffering from his wounds, and With little more than the clothes on his back, Hadar didn’t last very long in the desert and after an untold amount of time fending for himself, he finally collapsed. Hadar awoke to find himself in the care of a merchant caravan, who had found him collapsed and half buried on a sand dune. They nursed him back to health, and he repaid them by traveling with them for a while, his weapons and combat training making him an excellent guard- despite his young age. During his travels with the Siosata Merchant's Caravan, Hadar would slowly learn the ways of the world outside of Babel.

After several years of travelling with the merchant caravan, Hadar would eventually strike out on his own, finding work as a sellsword in Astoria, and eventually earning the name "The Windwalker" for the unnatural gusts of wind that seemed to follow him during conflict. While Hadar was an excellent fighter, he was no strategist or politician, and after a four year career as a sellsword, Hadar would eventually find himself on the wrong side of a conflict between petty nobles and forced to surrender. The sellswords that didn't throw down their arms and flee in time found themselves forced into a decision: Execution or Conscription into the ranks of Vicellen Order of Vigilance. Hadar chose the latter.

Character Quote: "..."

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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."

Anything Else:
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Name: Ralorin Illaeric
Titles: None
Aliases: Ral, Rin
Age: 27
Race/Ethnicity: Wood Elf
Continent of Origin: Valenndale
Gender: Male
Class/Subclass: Mage/Cultivation

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Strength: 8
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 12
Intelligence: 11
Wisdom: 16
Charisma: 12

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 139lbs
Appearance Description: Ralorin stands at around average height for a wood elf. He is thin and athletic in build, with a good amount of muscle packed on to his small frame while still looking somewhat wiry. He has light brown hair that falls just past his shoulders, sitting at the top of his back, and he is completely clean shaven at all times. His dark brown eyes are small and sit somewhat wide on his head, and like most wood elves his ears are long and pointed. Ralorin's features are soft by Elven standards, and if it wasn't for his pointed ears, sharp jawline and pointed chin he could easily be mistaken for a human.
Day To Day Attire: Ralorin typically wears a simple grey shirt, as well as tight-fitting brown breeches and sturdy boots. He wears a hooded green cloak, which is waterproofed with wax, and fastened to leather pads that sit on his shoulders and provide a small amount of protection. His hairstyle varies, but normally he won't do anything with it, leaving it to hang around his shoulders. The right hand side of his face and body is covered in intricate, swirling black tribal tattoos.
Strengths:

• Adept Mage
• Born Survivor
• World-Wise

Weaknesses:

• Judgemental
• Overprotective
• Physically Weak
• Sceptical

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Disciplined * Humble * Insensitive * Spiritual

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Ralorin is brave and disciplined. He does as he is told, when he is told, with little to no hesitation. This has waned somewhat over the last 6 years while he has been on his own with no one to command him. He is humble, never seeking praise or reward and in many cases pushing it away even when it is deserved. He is wise of the world around him, having travelled various parts of Ithea, and he often stops to take in the beauty of the world around him. Generally speaking he prefers to be alone, but this does not mean he cannot be in a group or get along with others. Ralorin possesses a fierce love for nature, fostered by the beliefs of his people and the lessons of the Old Ones. These beliefs influence almost every aspect of his daily life; despite his skill at magic he knows from the lessons of the Old Ones and the warnings of Rilifane that abuse and overuse of his powers can have dire consequences. He is indifferent to most people, never really growing emotional attachments to anyone outside of his own tribe.

As such, many can find Ralorin to be rude or insensitive. He speaks his mind with little regard for how that may make others feel, and his barbed tongue has frequently wound him up in trouble. He is judgemental of other faiths and customs, being deeply spiritual and zealous himself, and has been known to cause offence when addressing topics such as this. He is also deeply sceptical, refusing to accept that something is true just because someone else told him it is, and often going out of his way to research the topic and prove the other person wrong. He sees it as a win-win; if he is wrong, he ahs learned something new. If he is right, he got to prove someone else wrong.
Habits:

• Biting his fingernails and the skin around them
• Fidgeting in his seat
• Moving his hair off his face

Hobbies:

• Collecting coins
• Long walks on his own
• Writing a diary of his pilgrimage

Fears:

• Fear of intimacy
• Fear of not being able to escape
• Fear of public speaking

Likes:

• Animals
• Being Alone
• Being Right
• Debates
• Good Food
• Nature
• Reading
• Spring
• Travelling

Dislikes:

• Alcohol (most of the time)
• Crowded Rooms
• Drama
• Exaggeration
• Hot Drinks
• Hypocrisy
• Loud Noise
• Shallow People

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• Agility: The wood elves are an extremely agile and nimble people and Ralorin is no exception. To be able to hunt and move efficiently in the forests of Ralorin's homeland, one must be able to jump high, move quickly and with grace, and rapidly traverse sheer surfaces like tree trunks and rock faces with no aid.
• Combat: Ralorin knows how to fight with light weapons like short-swords and knives. He is not a combat master by any means, but is competent and knows basic self defence techniques that allow him to defend himself against aggressors when he can no longer rely on his magic. A more experienced and skilled swordsman would likely cleave him in half in single combat.
• Cultivation Magic: The wood elves are gifted in magic and Ralorin more so than most. Under the best instruction his tribe had to offer and a consistent, rigorous training regime, Ralorin has become an adept cultivation mage capable of manipulating the natural world around him to act as both his sword and his shield. Cultivation magic is Ralorin's greatest weapon and strongest defence, but he knows thanks to Rilifane's warnings that overdependence and abuse of these gifts and powers can have serious and dire consequences, hence why he has learned to defend himself with blades so that he doesn't have to rely solely on these powers.
• Endurance: Growing up in the forest breeds hardy folk. Naturally more resistant to diseases and some forms of natural poisons, Ralorin, like most among his people, has a high pain threshold and boasts exceptional stamina, useful for manoeuvring through the forest for extended periods of time, tree to tree or along the floor, without needing to stop.
• Healing: Ralorin knows basic first aid procedures, as well as a variety of natural poultices and herbal homeopathic remedies. He won't be able to save lives on the battlefield without some use of magic, but may be able to stabilise a casualty until a specialist can help, and knows remedies for a variety of diseases and ailments.
• Marksmanship: Competent with a bow, a requirement if one is to hunt the forests and survive as part of the wood elf tribal culture. Ralorin is a good shot, but not a master.
• Stealth: Ralorin is lightweight, graceful in his movement and well versed in stalking. He is capable of covering distances in the wilderness making minimal noise and largely not drawing attention to himself, which gives him utility in a scouting or ranging role.
• Survival: A plethora of survival skills necessary for anyone who wants to thrive in a tribal culture. Knowledge of flora and fauna, the ability to navigate without a map, making fires and shelters, fishing, hunting, crafting basic tools, tracking and sourcing water are all part of Ralorin's survival toolkit, a set of skills absolutely necessary and taught to wood elves from a very young age. His tracking is aided by Ralorin's sensitive hearing.

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Animal Manipulation

• Command Animal: When in close proximity to an animal (not including magical creatures), Ralorin can issue a command which the animal will then carry out. Typically, casting requires physical contact with the animal, but it can be done from a short distance at a greater energetic cost.
• Insect Swarm: Requires Ralorin to concentrate for the entire duration. Summons all insects within a 50 foot radius to swarm a target of Ralorin's choosing, biting and otherwise creating a distraction. Once finished, the insects simply revert from Ralorin's control and dissipate.

Terraforming

• Move Ground: Allows Ralorin to manipulate and reshape soft earth substrates such as sand, dirt and clay. Allows him to create pitfall obstacles, and temporary access routes through ramps and flattening terrain. Must have both hands on the ground while casting, and must stay in this position the entire time the earth is being moved.
• Rock Pillars: Like all of Ralorin's earth-based abilities, he must have both hands on the ground to cast this ability. This spell allows Ralorin to erect stone pillars from below the ground. These can serve as platforms, obstacles, and weapons. When summoned under an enemy they can be used to inflict damage, especially if summoned with a spike. He can change the size of these pillars to match their purpose, but cannot raise a pillar more than 15 feet from the ground..
• Stone Skin: Ralorin can either place both hands on the ground to coat his own body in a casing of thick rock, protecting him from physical damage. Alternatively he can place one hand on the ground and one hand on someone else, in order to coat that other person in stone and protect them. This protective casing must be actively sustained. In order for an ally's protection to be maintained, Ralorin must stay in physical contact with that person. This protects against physical damage but is vulnerable to magical attacks.
• Stone Wall: Ralorin can summon a thick barrier of rock in front of himself, stretching up to 50 feet wide in total, standing a maximum of 20 feet tall, and a maximum of 5 feet thick. Any dimension can be sacrificed to extend another. Ralorin must be in casting position for the entire time the wall is up. He can also erect individual panels of stone, allowing him to create obstructions or funnel opponents through a choke point. Like his Stone Skin spell, the Stone Wall is effective defending against physical damage but vulnerable to magical forms of attack.

Nature Magic

• Bark Skin: Enchanted tree bark blessed by Rilifane envelopes Ralorin's form, or the form of anyone he is in contact with. This bark has the same properties as the Stone Wall spell, except that this form is particularly strong against magical attacks and vulnerable to simple physical damage.
• Entangling Vines: Thick vines come forth from the ground or canopy on Ralorin's command, wrapping around and entrapping up to three targets. Useful for crowd control on the battlefield. The vines can persist for around one minute before retracting back, and in that time can be cut through with any sort of bladed weapon.
• Lashing Vines: Ralorin can extend his arm in the form of a thorn-covered vine with whip-like properties. A simple offensive strategy, low-cost and with great utility both as a lacerating weapon and a makeshift grappling hook, allowing him to grab hold of distant objects and pull himself to them.
• Lotus Ward: A Valenndale Lotus blooms between Ralorin's hands, initiating a protective ward bubble around it for as long as Ralorin can hold it for. The longest he has ever been able to manage is one hour and twenty minutes. This is very costly, but creates a protective bubble that is impenetrable to both physical and magical creatures. Useful only for protecting a team while someone is receiving treatment, or in dire circumstances where it provides an opportunity to re-evaluate the situation and make a plan. As soon as Ralorin releases the lotus, it evaporates, and so does the ward.
• Poison Spray: A cloud of noxious gas sprays from Ralorin's fingertips, the properties of which are adjustable between causing disorientation, drowsiness, blindness, nausea, vomiting or fatal poisoning, on a spectrum from lowest cost to highest cost dependent on the severity and combination of effects. A simple defence mechanism capable of obstructing an area and acting as a deterrent. The longer Ralorin casts for, the larger the cloud will grow.
• Sunblast: A burst of bright light from Ralorin's palm causes temporary stunning and disorientation for a few seconds, effectively working like a flashbang grenade from his hand. Low cost, low duration.
• Wall of Thorns: A wall of tough, pliable, tangled brush bristling with needle-sharp thorns comes up from the ground, up to five feet thick and 10 feet high. This ability can either manifest as a circle around Ralorin with a diameter of 20 feet, or a 60-foot long wall. This ability requires complete concentration to be maintained in the same way as the stone wall. It provides more magical protection, and the vines can be cut through with weapons. However, at five feet thick, the wall is incredibly tough to move and cut through, and any who try will be cut by the thorns, which can be seeped in poisons.

Shape Shifting

• Bird Form: An incredibly strenuous and energetically expensive escape mechanism, through which Ralorin can transform his entire being into a bird and fly for around 3 minutes. If he hasn't landed by the end of the three minutes, he will simply revert to his usual form and fall, which he learned the hard way. This is only ever used as an extreme last resort to escape from desperate situations, and as such Ralorin will avoid using it at all costs.

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Possessions Generally On Person:

• Amulet: A wooden amulet on string about his neck, with a small green jewel embedded in it. Supposedly confers protection from Rilifane but is purely a symbolic religious item.
• Coin Collection: A small collection of different coins from the places Ralorin has visited over the years.
• Coin Pouch: A small leather coin pouch containing all of the currency that Ralorin currently owns.
• Hooded Cloak: The hooded cloak that Ralorin has on his person most of the time, providing warmth and also hiding his slender figure so as to not make him look an easy target.

Weapons:

• Arrows: Twelve iron-tipped arrows, suitable for taking down prey and soft targets. Could be tipped in poison but by default are not.
• Bow: A wooden hunting bow hand carved and strung by the craftsmen of Ralorin's tribe. Meticulously maintained, sturdy and lightweight, but lacking the punch to drop hard targets.
• Elven Blade: A hand-crafted blade, somewhere between a sword and a dagger. It is light and curved, an ideal weapon for an agile fighter like Ralorin to defend himself with.
• Hunting Knife: A utility knife for carving, skinning, and general purpose. Could be thrown if the situation called for it, but is not designed to be thrown and would be inaccurate.

Armor:

• Bracers: Leather bracers protecting the forearms, fastened over the shirt.
• Shin Guards: Leather shin guards fastened over the breeches.
• Shoulder Pads: Leather shoulder pads fastened over his shirt that protect his shoulders and the top of his arms from light attacks, while still affording full mobility.

Pack Contents:

• Bandages: Basic bandages for treating small wounds and making poultices.
• Bedroll: A simple but comfortable sleeping bag and mat, lined to keep the user warm on cold nights.
• Diary: A personal diary detailing Ralorin's travels and adventures.
• Fishing Hooks: Can be affixed to twine and a sturdy stick to make a makeshift fishing rod.
• Food Rations: Emergency rations, consisting of dried herbs and vegetables, salted meat, etc., just enough to survive on for a few days in an emergency.
• Kindling: A small packet of dry kindling so that even when it's been raining there is still a way to make a fire.
• Tools: A basic toolkit including scissors, a whittling knife and a small hatchet for chopping wood.
• Torch: A basic wooden torch, not much use in the rain.
• Twine: Strong thread with a number of useful applications.
• Whetstone: For sharpening any of Ralorin's knives or his dagger.

Creation Materials:

• Deeproot
• Nightshade Berries
• Witch Hazel

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History: Ralorin was born a member of the Tavaani tribe, inhabiting the eastern region of the Dorvanhun, an expanse of dense forest and low-lying marshes to the east of the Horned Peaks. The Tavaani, or the People of the Wood as they are colloquially known, placed a strong emphasis on tradition, making their way through life as hunter-gatherers and contributing to greater wood elf society as a largely agricultural tribe. Ralorin and his family were no exception to this. Ralorin’s father, Ayred, was an herbalist, while his mother Ealirel was a huntress. Ralorin was the first born of the pair’s two children, the other being a younger sister named Auraen. As young as five, Ralorin began learning the ways of the forest, and how to respect and protect the land as Rilifane intended. The lessons to be learned from the tale of the Old Ones was ingrained in him from a young age. It was chiefly his father who taught him about the various flora and fauna, how to read the land and how to take what he needed without taking what he did not deserve.

As Ralorin grew older, the lessons became more martial. It was one thing to not abuse the land, it was another to protect the tribe and the meagre lands the wood elves still held. He was taught how to shoot a bow and arrow, first at straw dummies and eventually out in the wilds, stalking prey and learning to hunt. Ralorin had a connection to the world around him that very few among them ever did, and sure enough, after coaxing from one of the elder members of the tribe, Ralorin’s magical potential was unearthed. Those talents were to be nurtured. Ralorin trained day and night, under the guidance of various elder members of the village. His mentor, an elderly mage named Vulwin, pushed him harder than any other, teaching him all he knew and how to manipulate the world around him to protect those he cared about without repeating the mistakes of the Old Ones and ignoring Rilifane’s warnings. Vulwin began grooming Ralorin to take his place as a village elder, teaching him more than just magic, but also about the complex interactions of the various wood elf tribes, how to lead and allocate, about politics and society. He taught Ralorin the most important lesson of his life; that one perspective is not enough to live a fulfilling life. With this in mind, Ralorin made the necessary preparations.

Like most Tavaani youngsters, Ralorin prepared for a pilgrimage. The tribe placed an emphasis on teaching its members that there was more to the world than the swamps and forests of the Valenndale heartlands. Ralorin had acquired the survival skills, the combat skills, the knowledge and the magical potency he would need to rise to the rank of elder, but there was still one key ingredient missing. Wisdom. Wisdom that could only be obtained by leaving the heartlands and seeing the world, learning their beliefs and cultures and customs, in the hope that he could one day return him enlightened and assume a leadership role with a deep and profound knowledge of the workings of Ithea. He left Tavaani lands aged 20, first travelling the heartlands, spending time with the Endaani, Tarcaani and Neldaani tribes where he observed the subtle differences and similarities between even these supposedly identical cultures. From there he travelled the Ellvenaan, learning about high elven culture, trying to understand the ancestors from whom his people had been isolated and alienated. Over the next six years, Ralorin lived among other wood elves on the Fleeting Isles, and observed the importance of the Dread God at the Four Pillar Cities and the brutish customs of the Orcs of I'Canxu in High Mist. He visited the Great Summit, the Londessellan and eventually the Wilds of Penault, where he spent time learning combat skills from the Drow. Eventually his travels bought him to Carthus. Here, he toured various wood elf encampments, taking him to Astoria, Viguard and eventually, Vicelles. It was in Vicelles, near the end of Ralorin's pilgrimage, that he became affiliated with the Order of Vigilance.

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Character Quote: "Everything has beauty, but not everybody sees it."
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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.
• Skill: Description

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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:

• Item: Description
• Item: Description

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.

Honest * Stubborn * Resourceful * Grim

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Ever since Gauthier left prison, he’s sought to reverse his ways and become a better man. The path from criminal to witch hunter meant he’d be a protector of humanity, no longer a predator. He resolved to be an honest man - no lying, no cheating. He speaks what he knows to be true, and does his best to make good on his word. Gauthier is an altruist, concerned for the wellbeing and happiness of his fellows. He’s convinced in the virtue of his work - that it keeps people safe and able to live normal lives. Sometimes, however, the ideals he aspires to aren’t enough. Sometimes people go missing in the night, or a mangled body is found behind a barn, or a small hamlet suddenly goes quiet. The reality of the situation is Gauthier simply cannot save everybody in Vicelles, and that pains him.

Gauthier’s youth of crime imparted experience that comes in handy in his battle against the fog and its creations. Ever the opportunist, he can think on his feet and make the best of a bad situation. Anything can be used to gain the upper hand in a scuffle. It is this resourcefulness that has saved his life more than once. A life of crime also gave him a certain intuition when it comes to reading people and situations.

Habits:

• Gauthier keeps his head on a swivel, constantly checks over his shoulder and never sits with his back to a door.
• Gauthier keeps a journal of the deeds he’s done in service to the witch hunters, and occasionally keeps small mementos - a vampire fang here, harpy talon there, etc.
• Beard scratching.

Hobbies:

• In his travels, Gauthier has come to appreciate horses. He enjoys riding and caring for them, and knows a thing or two about different breeds and appraising them.

Fears:

• Failure. More than anything, Gauthier is afraid of his inability to act in the face of danger, and the consequences that might have. He wants to defend those who cannot, and the idea of failing to do so is an anathema to him.
• Gauthier fears that someday his past will catch up with him - that someone, somewhere, might recognize him for who he was, that old grudges may demand settling, and unsolved crimes answered for.
• The fog. Though he has sworn himself to fight it, Gauthier, like most, is deeply unsettled by the nature of the fog. There isn’t a day he spends hunting its offspring where he is not, even a little, afraid.

Likes:

• Horses
• Music
• Hunting
• A strong pint
• Une belle femme
• When a plan comes together

Dislikes:

• Crime
• Monsters
• Constraining supervision
• Abuse of power
• The fog
• When a plan falls apart

• Marksmanship: Gauthier has had plenty of time to practice his shooting skills over his fifty-two year lifespan. He can hit a target reliably - depending on the reliability of the gun, of course.
• Horsemanship: With a fascination of horses comes the know-how of riding and care.
• Resourcefulness: Gauthier can think quickly and act to impending predicaments, using tools and the environment to even the odds.
• Witch/monster hunting: Naturally, Gauthier is proficient at his occupation. He’s trained to track, hunt and eliminate threats caused by the fog and undermine its influence where found. This includes combating insidious magic and those who wield it.
• Intuition: Gauthier has a knack for reading situations and people. With relative accuracy, he can decide whether to run or fight, who to trust, who to be wary of, discern a lie from truth, and so on. Of course, he isn’t infallible, but is often right more than he is wrong.

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Possessions Generally On Person:

• TBA

Weapons:

• Matchlock pistols: Gauthier carries a pair of matchlock pistols of Kopenbect design. Unlike muzzle-loading matchlocks, these are loaded from the breech, by unscrewing the barrel from the chamber. As a result, no ramrod is needed to push the bullet in place. The barrels are rifled for accuracy and are tapered from the breech to the muzzle. The dimension of the ball is larger than the barrel’s bore, eliminating the need for wadding. The barrel’s taper compresses the ball to fit the bore as it is fired. These pistols generate high gas pressure behind the ball, achieving greater muzzle velocity than muzzle-loading guns. Formerly carried by witch hunter Alain Dupont, these were passed on to Gauthier upon the former’s retirement.
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Armor:

• TBA

Pack Contents:

• TBA

Magical Items:

• TBA

Potions:

• TBA

Creation Materials:

• TBA

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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