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: 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.

Earth Magic

• Move Earth: 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, Otmonguard and even 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."
Opinions of Other Characters:

• Elias Black:
• Heinrich von Wolfram:
• Roselyn Delire:
• Hadar Mizrahi:
• Anwyn Apostolos:

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Name:Ladicius Praemorscis

Titles:Knight
Aliases: The Bloodmime, Kinslayer
Age:25
Race/Ethnicty: Human
Continent of Origin:Carthian
Gender:Male
Class/Subclass:Warrior



Strength:15
Dexterity:15
Constitution:10
Intelligence:12
Wisdom:9
Charisma:13


Height:185.4 cm (6'1")
Weight:95.25 Kg (210 lbs)
Appearance Description: Ladicius young age shows in his features, however he has experienced enough combat to carry himself with the gait of a veteran.

He has short messy brown hair, deep blue eyes and a refined jawline with a short rough beard. His torso is brutally scarred with what was previously deep lacerations and he has an old burn on his upper back. Due to his profession, he has an athletic build, broad shoulders and a good core and upper body strength. He's needed to stay on top of his physical condition in order to rival would be assassins and rivaling mercenaries.

Day To Day Attire:He usually dons his black leather armour, protective, but light and comfortable. The reason he is always armoured, is that despite being a noble, he is a high ranking guard in the employment of Wallace Driskard.

Strengths: Max of 3

• Versatile Swordsman
• Resourceful
• Minor Magic Absorption

Weaknesses: Minimal of 3

• Lack of Range
• Weak swimmer

Courageous * Irritable * Conscientious * Compassionate

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status:Single
Personality: Minimal Ladicius is a very much led by his passions and work ethic. Due to his upbringing, and having been a very quick learner during his education, he has grown to be quite arrogant at times. However, he is also known to have a softer heart when it comes to the allies around him. He has a soft spot for the weaker among them, a rarer trait among the nobility as strength and courage are primary attributes.

In combat Ladicius is quick and efficient, ruthless with his enemies and a staunch protector of his friends and allies. His prowess on the battlefield has earned him a reputation among his fellow guard, and helped him form a long lasting brotherhood with them.
Habits: Minimal 2

• Drinking
• Talks To Himself

Hobbies: Journaling

Fears:

• Chains
• Fear of Losing a Loved One
• Drowning

Likes:

• Feedback
• Socializing
• Alcohol
• Humor
• Music/Minstrels
• Loyalty

Dislikes:

• Laziness
• Chains
• Arrogance
• Guns
• Crowds
• Pears

• Sword Fighting: Ladicius has had a sword in his hand since he could carry one, and was involved in professional lessons from a very young age. On top of this, he has vast combat experience thanks to his father sending him with his men around the countryside to mentor him on their bandit hunting contracts. This has led to Ladicius being extremely proficient with the blade.
• Magic Vision:Due to the entity residing within Ladicius, he can attain the vision of visibly seeing the magic within creatures, objects and the area. This is due to the entity feeding on it, and using it as a tool.
• Horse Riding: Ladicius is a fairly competent horse rider, being fortunate enough to come from a wealthy family he has always owned his own horse and is thus competent in caring for the animals and traversing via horseback.
• Etiquette: Ladicius, when need be, is well versed in the etiquette one needs to conduct themselves with when dealing with nobility and the different classes.
• Archery:Ladicius knows his way around a bow, however he has only ever used it for hunting, not as a means of combat.
  Description
• Unknown Magic:Dormant abilities may yet to surpass through the entity, yet due to the lack of a bond between the two, pressing them now could lead to the host dying or receiving mutilating injuries.

Possessions Generally On Person:

• Clothing: A spare change of clothes.
• Coin Purse: For carrying gold, silver, and copper pieces.
• Leather Journal: A leather bound journal whose contents remain privy only to Ladicius.
• Quill & Ink: A quill and vial of ink for writing.
• Driskard Sigil Pendant: A small pendant fashioned of fever stag bone. Bestowed upon members of the Driskard family, blood or honorary.

Weapons:

• Ellvaani Compression Sword:Ladicius sword has a latch on it that causes it to retract then fold, making it very concealable. The blade itself consequentially is a little shorter than average.
• Vicellan Noble's Daggers: A set of three combat daggers of varying length. Meant for close-quarters battle.
• Silver Sword:A heavier sword crafted of silver and iron. Bestowed upon warriors braving the Fogs of Vicelles.

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items

• Ladicius' Leather Armor: A matching set of black-dyed leather. It's lightweight design allows for fluid movement in combat. Resistant to most grazes, slashes, and partially resistant to stabbing attacks.

Pack Contents:

• Sleeping Bag: A small bed roll for outdoor slumber.
• Minor Survival Gear: A small set of tools used for survival, (climbing, eating, etc.)
• Spare Dagger: In case the set of Vicellan daggers wasn't enough, Ladicius keeps another dagger in his pack as an extra precaution.
• Item: Description

History:Ladicius was born into a wealthy minor noble house in Hallowreach. His household consisted of his father, mother and older sister. From a young age he was groomed to be the warrior of the household, a departure from the family of mages that came before. The Praemorscis' nobility were well known for their ruination mages, his father came from a long line of battle mages and he had many artefacts that that he held sacred and many he often donates to the college. He was previously a professor and thus has many contacts there and holds them in very high regard, leading Ladicius to respect and hold them in high regard also.

His mother, on the other hand, was a wicked woman. She emotionally and physically abused him since he was a young boy and he has many scars thanks to her. His whole life she has told him how worthless he was due to his lack of magical ability and how he didn't attend the college, even though he had no say in the matter.

He wasn't allowed to join the palace guard until 16, however his mother had him sent with his to clean up the bandits in the country side with his uncle at 14. He spent two years with his uncle, spending months on the road and only two weeks home when he finally returned. It hardened him up and he lost a lot of friends, many whom had died in his place to protect the noble boy who shouldn't have been there in the first place.

The time came for him to join the palace guard, due to his nobility he squired under Sir Richard Harrington. A veteran knight in the service of Lord Wallace Driskard. Sir Richard was an honourable and good man who taught Ladicius about knighthood and many advanced combat lessons that his uncle had been unable to teach him.

A few years later, just as Ladicius began to get noticed, the treasury was robbed and he was framed for the act under the accusation of his own mother. This was treason, and he was thrown in the dungeons and tortured for 6 months. The dungeon master didn't get a word out of him, but he did cover most of his torso in scar tissue.

Ladicius' older sister eventually stepped forward and confessed that their mother had lied, and that it had nothing to do with her brother. This led to her execution at Ladicius' own hands. Lady Driskard gave him the choice, and he chose to behead her. Wallace Driskard, Richard Harrington, and just about everybody else tried to dissuade him but the hate filled man would not have it.

This gave him a reputation as The Kinslayer, and also as the man who didn't break in the dungeons. He was quickly promoted after this and one time whilst on duty a rival noble challenged House Driskard to a duel. Being the next heir, Gerard was expected to take up the challenge. However Ladicius stepped forward, saying that shall he lose his death will be less significant and that he shouldn't risk dying for a noble so trivial.

In the end, Ladicius won the duel. He won so violently, and bloody, that he earned the nickname "The Bloodmime." He had created a blood fountain out between his neck and shoulder blade, decapitated and amputated the feller. This earned the gratification of Gerard, and the dismay of the rivalling house.

Ladicius began to work closely with the Driskard's, mostly as their enforcer and bodyguard. This helped him improve his rank and his reputation. He attained the rank of knight, and began to form a brotherhood with Gerard, Lukas and Gabriel. Wanting to see more strength in the house he propose he initiated a training schedule, especially considering they had enemies. Lukas was less than thrilled, but Gerard made sure he always showed up on time.

Having a soft spot for the youngest of the three, Ladicius always tried to bring back something for Gabriel when he had a contract or mission outside the city. Curiosities, trinkets or toys. When he could spare the time he tried to get the sheltered Lukas out horseback riding, as the 16 year old rather enjoyed that, he took him outside the city and to places where he might not usually be able to go. However, due to his work, and occasionally being sent on contracts to eradicate rogues and bandits, this doesn't happen as often as he'd like.

Whilst a contract to wipe out a pesky bandit, he encountered the witch known as the Snow Queen they used a weapon against him that was alive. It was an ancient species of being known as the Draiochta. In some cases, this species will kill and consume the soul of whomever it comes into contact with, but having grown tired of being prisoner it utilised Ladicius' body to escape.

The witches didn't understand the power they were using, nor the intelligence of the creature, its unsure if they even understood it was a creature and not just some form of poison gas. But now, Ladicius has recently been plagued with an entity he doesn't understand. Ladicius introduction will start shortly after this encounter.


Character Quote:

"You can't change what they did to you, or what you did to her. Only what you do with the time you have left." - Valerie Mercer

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"You're no son of mine." -Percella

"You've been dead to me for years. This won't change a thing." -Ladicius

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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