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Name: Marcellus Francis Dumont (formerly Marko Franjo Dumont)
Darke Name: Okram
Age: 47
Birthday: February 19th
Birthplace: Marram Marshes
Residence: Chief Hermetic Scribe Quarters - the Manuscriptorium
Gender: Male
Education: Alchemie Tutoring, Scribe Training
Position: Chief Hermetic Scribe
Alignment: Lawful Evil

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Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 162lbs/11st 8lbs
Build: Average, lean.
Eyes: Icy Blue
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Due to a rare skin condition, his entire body is covered in warped, scarred looking tissue.
Personal Style: When Marcellus is in a situation where he even has the chance to be seen by others, he covers every possible inch of skin possible. Others tend to have very poor reaction to seeing his deformity, so he keeps it under wraps. As a man who honors tradition, he is almost always seen wearing hooded dark blue robes of the scribes in as standard a way possible (usually with the hood up). However, he doesn't leave it at just the robe. Around his midsection he wears a belt that contains two notable, but hidden items: a baselard dagger and a pistol in a holster.

Over the robe and the belt, Marcellus wears a dark blue houppelande (long outerwear robe. Think of something like a graduation gown) either made of thick wool during the winter, or alchemically treated linen in the summer (enhanced to breathe better and keep cool). On his hands are well used, but sturdy leather gloves, and uncharacteristically, his feet are housed in tough steel toe boots. However, the most characteristic piece of clothing Marcellus wears is the mask that covers his entire face, usually leaving only his eyes and the immediately surrounding area to be the only parts of his body seen by others.

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Patient * Ego * Disciplined * Grudge-Holder * Orderly * Strict

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: N/A
Personality: Dumont's personality is most clearly demonstrated through his domain of influence: The Manuscriptorium itself. Since gaining control of it from his inept, corrupt predecessor, Dumont radically restructured the entire organization from the ground up. First he started by removing the entirety of the senior faculty, only rehiring the ones he felt were actually capable of the job. Nowadays, the organization is the picture of efficiency. Everyone from the lowest junior clerk to the oldest Inspector clerks follow procedure to a T. Every book is drawn and placed exactly where it is determined in the filing system he created specifically for their exclusive use.

And in those halls, Dumont has power transcending what is normally wielded by the Chief Hermetic Clerk. Although his formal list of powers has not changed a bit since first taking up the position, his mere presence makes his subordinates sit up straighter and pay him attention. On the rare occasions that he speaks, his words fall with authority, as if every utterance became Law. Failure is tolerated to an extent, but insubordination is not. But above all else, the wellbeing of the Castle is stressed above all else. The Manuscriptorium controls the Castle's information, and if they were to be lax in their duties, they could lead to its very destruction through negligence.
Habits: Pulling his gloves tighter, lacing his fingers together
Hobbies: Oil Painting
Fears:

• The collapse of the Castle
• Marsh Pythons
• Being touched

Likes:

• Peace
• Efficiency
• The Castle
• Sunny Weather
• His Mother
• Time alone

Dislikes:

• Cowards
• Showing his face to others
• Incompetence
• Chaos
• Violence
• People who don't wash their hands after using the bathroom

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General Skills:

• Intimidate - The ability to frighten someone, whether by threats or awe, with the goal of having them carry out one's wishes.
• Intermediate Alchemical Properties - the knowledge of how to manipulate the properties of matter with the application of energy and various processes. This also includes knowledge of prominent pieces of lore in Alchemie.
• Cultural Knowledge (Eastern Snowplains) - the knowledge of the practices and customs of the Eastern SnowPlains, as well as the general structure of its society.
• Language (Serbian) - the user has complete fluency, able to read, write, and communicate in this language with ease. This skill includes the ability to mimic a Serbian accent and gives the user an increased chance of understanding other languages from this language family without prior study.
• Cooking - The ability to prepare a dish without poisoning oneself or others
• Painting- The ability to create or reproduce images, or interpretations of images, by applying paint, pigment, color or other medium to a support base.
• Pistol - The ability to use a gun with high accuracy, as well as a low chance of injuring oneself. This includes knowledge of how to craft Named bullets.

Cultural Skills:

• Regional Knowledge - (Marram Marshes) - the knowledge of how to navigate the hazardous terrain of the Marram Marshes without great trouble. This includes basic survival skills for swamp type settings, as well as basic creature handling for all creatures that call the Marshes its home.
• Marsh Creature Handling - The ability to keep creatures at bay without drawing blood and to intuitively understand a creature's intentions. This skill only works on creatures native to the Marram Marshes.
• Boating - The ability to pilot a small water craft, such as a rowboat or canoe, without capsizing.

Occupational Skills:

• Sketching - The ability to capture an image, whether real or imagined, by putting ink on paper.
• Cartography - The study and practice of making maps. Users are proficient in communicating spatial information, as well as knowledgeable of minor restorative techniques for damaged maps.
• Preservation - The ability to preserve an artifact, such as a scroll or a book.
• Live Map - The ability to read and properly use the Live Map, which reflects the current ongoings of the Castle.
• Translation - The ability to translate between various modern languages. Users are proficient in all languages commonly spoken at the Castle. This does not include more uncommon languages, such as Serbian.
• Ancient Language (German) - The ability to read, write, communicate in, and translate an old out of use language. This language must be declared at the time of character creation and cannot be changed.
• Court Etiquette - The knowledge of how to act with regards to the Castle's Royal Family and other visiting nobles. This includes awareness of proper manners of address and customs.

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Mask (Alchemically enhanced so once adorned, cannot be removed without the wearer's desire; at the cost of scarring the wearer's face), dark navy houppelande, concealed gun holster, dark blue scribe robes, leather gloves, steel toed boots
• 10mm Pistol, worn under the left armpit, contains a 15 round clip
• Scribe pen
• Wallet containing cash
• Baselard, stashed in the belt, at the side
• Daily Planner
• Hankerchief

Residence: Max 7 - This is your stash basically - all your items that are not on you at all times. General things need not be listed like a bed, blanket and so forth. Somethings are just a given. But things like Weapons stash, books, files on people, books, special mementos, and so forth are something that need to be listed out and very detailed. Make sure to know that this will be updated through out the RP - weapons get lost, ropes break. Again, keep this grounded in reality. You won't have an arsenal! Bare bones to start folks.

• Alchemie equipment
• Box of 200 pistol rounds
• His mother's journals
• Old cross salvaged from his childhood home
• Half a set of plate armor (gauntlets, pauldron, chestplate)

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Your Path: Marcellus' reasons for joining the Manuscriptorium were initially based purely in need. Still considered a kid, and alone to fend and feed for himself, he needed to find some way of staying off the streets. Being the sharp kid that he was, the three most obvious answers were the Wizard Tower, becoming an Alchemist's apprentice, or becoming a scribe. His mother had conditioned him to view Wizards as a close-minded cowardly lot, so trying to do anything concerning them would be a last resort.

He certainly possessed the knowledge and skillset to try making it as an alchemist; however, even though he liked alchemie to a degree, he didn't want to resign himself to walking in his family's footsteps. Such a linear lifepath was beneath him. On top of all this, becoming a scribe was the least exclusive option of the three, making it the safest as far as trying to get bread on the table.

After working his way up from a Junior Clerk to Inspection Clerk over the years through hard work, cunning and luck he saw he predecessor banished from the Castle due to abuse of power. The ritual for selecting the next Chief Hermetic Clerk proceeded as usual, and his pen was chosen however that thing worked itself out. Since then, (roughly a decade or so) he's been in control of the entire Manuscriptorium.

General History: Marko Dumont never knew his father, and his mother never told him much about him. Apparently he was a Castle native, and he passed on his last name, but that was the extent of the information that was ever fed to him. However, his absence of a relationship with one parent was completely inverted with regards to his other guardian: Đurađa.

She had constructed a home for just the two of them out in the Marram Marshes. It wasn't the ideal place to raise a child, but it grew to have a certain charm to it. Throughout his childhood Đurađa would regale to her son a wide variety of stories: that of her homeland in the Eastern Snowplains, the grand Castle that stood proud outside of the marshes, and folk stories and fairy tales she had grown up being told. When asked why they lived in the Marshes rather than the wondrous castle she spoke at length about, she merely stated that they were behind the times and wouldn't take kindly to Marko's unique beauty.

Marko knew to stay outside of the laboratory where his mother conducted her experiments, but curiosity would occasionally get the better of him. Initially she reacted with fury and would berate him for endangering himself recklessly; he wasn't well enough to assist her in her work. However, as the years went by, she slowly allowed him to learn more and more of her trade. According to her, she was attempting to create what she described as "The Missing Седми Гем."

One night, when he was around 14 (they didn't celebrate birthdays, so his age is something of an estimate), he was roused from his slumber by a sudden explosion from the Lab. In a panic, he ran to the room, to find a massive hole where the Southern wall used to be, with a fire at its edges, slowly consuming the rest of the house. His mother's body lay motionless on the floor, half her skin blown off.

The foundation of his life had fallen out from underneath him, and in that moment, he was tempted to just stand there and let himself drown in despair as the fire took him with the rest of the house. But something drove him to act. It would not lie down and be snuffed out like a common moth. It told him to save whatever he could and get out. So he grabbed what he could of Đurađa's alchemie journals, the mask she had him wear on the rare trips they would take to the Castle, and a memento before he fled his old, burning, charming childhood home.

Now alone in the Marshes, Marko knew he needed to go somewhere with people. He wouldn't be able to survive in the Marshes as he was. Immediately the grandoise, proud Castle his mother had always told him about sprang to mind. Yes, there would be where he'd be able to live now. Once he had managed to find proper residence in the Castle, Marko discarded his old name, favoring a more familiar version of it for those residing within the castle walls. Now Marcellus, he spent much time pouring over the remains of Đurađa's work and thinking. From these thoughts sprang forth a plan. Now all that he needed was the means to enact it.

Thoughts on Queen Meliscente: Dumont knows that the Queen was murdered, and that it was done by Magykal means. There is no doubt in his mind that is the case. And he is also fairly certain how exactly the deed was carried out, although he lacks the physical proof to back up what is at the time, merely conjecture. Who exactly committed the crime is an unknown, but the perpetrator being a witch or foreigner of some sort seem like the most likely scenarios.

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Character Quote: "Rebirth from the ashes."
Theme Song: Ironside 02x08
Anything Else: Actually can't think of any wizards or witches I like right now. Link
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Name: Tristan Alvissen
Darke Name: Natsirt
Age: 15
Birthday: November 1st
Birthplace: Castle of the Land of Long Nights
Residence: Palace - Fourth Bedroom, Third Corridor Off the Long Walk
Gender: Male
Culture: Land of Long Nights
Education: Private tutors at court
Position: Crown Prince of the Land of Long Nights
Alignment: Lawful Good

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Build: Lean & athletic
Eyes: Bright blue, deep set, almond-shaped
Hair: Medium length, wavy, golden blonde
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

• Scar down his outer right forearm
• Mjöllnir tattoo on right upper arm

Personal Style:
Tristan's sense of style lies somewhere between form and function. He wears what is appealing to the eye and yet also provides ease of movement and sufficient warmth. His attire has a Viking-esque feel to it that befits the Land of Long Night and is almost always in some shade of blue paired with white to match the colors of his kingdom. Furs and cloaks are basically necessities in order to survive the harsh climate of his homeland. He has a dark blue cloak paired with a white wolf pelt that he can often be seen wearing over a tunic, which is either plain or embellished depending on the occasion. His trousers usually fall somewhere on the grayscale in color and are paired with sturdy leather boots. As far as personal grooming habits goes, he doesn't have much facial hair to speak of, and his golden blonde hair is always a bit more tousled than he'd like it. Overall though, he keeps himself clean and presentable to the best of his abilities. I mean he sort of has to.

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Amiable * Proud * Steadfast * Selfish * Playful * Sharp-tongued

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single?

Personality:
Tristan at his core is a good, albeit flawed, young man. But, then again, who's not a little flawed in a messed up world such as this? Dare I say, he's a honorable fellow, at least in most instances. He tries to uphold the chivalric values he holds in great esteem, but his pride, sharp tongue, and at times selfish tendencies often make him feel as if he has fallen short of that level of perfection he wishes to attain. At least he tries. That's got to count for something, right? Nevertheless, he generally has a friendly and pleasant disposition. The man never meets a stranger really, always being warm, inviting, and respectful to others, unless of course when given some reason to do otherwise. That is to say that he does have his limits. Unfortunately, some of his limits are of the more self-serving variety.

Yes, he has a compassionate heart, and as such, he will speak up and act in the defense of others. With a loyalty and determination that hardly, if ever, wavers, he is an invaluable ally to say the least. However, he also has a problem with pride that makes him at times less than amiable to be around. Openly slight him, and there's a good chance he'll have some choice words for you with that sharp tongue of his. He also doesn't always take well to criticism, unless it's wrapped in the pretty little package of friendly banter. Speaking of friendly banter, he is playful by nature. He likes to let loose and have a little fun, with words that is. Some may find him immature do to his penchant for joking around and teasing people, but bare in mind that even crown princes need to live a little. If he didn't have a little laughter in his life, he would be as drab as his friend Fyror over there. That was a joke, by the way, in case you didn't catch that. In the end, he's serious when and where it counts the most. All in all, he is a good and decent young man despite his unfortunate failings.

Habits:

• Boyish lopsided grin
• Teasing people

Hobbies:

• Falconry
• Dueling

Fears:

• Failing his kingdom
• Heights
• Going blind

Likes:

• Dueling/training
• Chivalry
• Falconry
• The color blue
• Friendly banter
• Peace

Dislikes:

• Losing/failure
• Disrespect
• Bandits
• Power in the wrong hands
• Criticism
• Promise breakers

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General Skills:

• Falconry - The ability to hunt wild animals in their natural state and habitat by means of a trained bird of prey.
• Sword Fighting - Proficiency with a blade longer than 14 inches in combat, including the general rules of etiquette for dueling.
• General Fighting - The ability to meet a foe in combat. This skill includes basic proficiency in brawling, yet not combat with weapons.
• Riding - The ability to ride a horse at twice the speed of an unskilled rider. This includes trick riding and basic care for the horse.
• Swimming - The ability to swim great distances without drowning or excessively tiring. This includes being able to tread water for up to five hours.
• Foreign Customs - The ability to adapt to the mannerisms of cultures and customs of other lands without causing offense.

Cultural Skills:

• New Nordic - The user has complete fluency, able to read, write, and communicate in the language of the Land of Long Nights. This skill can be used as a makeshift oral storytelling skill, as most of the traditions of the Land of Long Nights are told through stories.
• Country Knowledge (the Lands of Long Nights) - The knowledge of the general geography of the Lands of Long Nights. This includes the ability to find a path from one location to another, as well as a knowledge of the culture and customs of that country.
• Spirit-Seer - The power to see a ghost, even if they do not choose to Appear to you. This ability cannot be turned off - it is involuntary. Ghosts will not realize that you can see them unless you tell them so.

Occupational Skills:

• Court Etiquette - The knowledge of how to act in the capacity as a member of the Land of Long Nights’ Royal Family. This includes awareness of political relations and customs.
• Formal Dancing - The ability to dance with graceful form and composure. This includes the ability to switch roles (a female will know the male's role and vice versa).
• Diplomacy - The ability to come to a mutually agreeable outcome without bloodshed through use of skill and tact.
• Administration - The ability to delegate tasks to others in order to ensure that everything runs smoothly.
• Ores - The ability to identify the type of metal (such as iron, lead, or gold) by using one's five senses.
• Bluff - The ability to erroneously persuade another person that you can perform a given task or that a given event will happen.

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothes - Cornflower blue embellished tunic, off-white tie-up trousers, blue cloak with silver clasps, white wolf pelt, tall brown leather boots, silver engraved crown
  
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• Night Transformer (Nante ♂) - Peregrine Falcon by day, Gyrfalcon by night
• Gift for Princess Luna (SafeCharm)
• Leather falconer's gauntlet
• Viking sword & scabbard attached to belt

Residence:

• Other gift for Princess Luna (Wilda the Goat)
• Falconry equipment
• A few sets of leather & leather chainmail armor
• Viking seax with an antler hilt
• Blue & white round shield

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Your Path:
That's a bit complicated. He didn't choose the path of crown prince. It sort of chose him. You see he had been just an "ordinary" prince, second in line to the throne of the Land of Long Nights after his older sister Ragna. However, his life took an unexpected twist when Ragna up and left, thrusting him into the position of crown prince. To say that it was a shock to his system is a bit of an understatement, and he can't say that he necessarily took the change in stride. It is a lot of pressure and responsibility to place upon the shoulders of someone so young, and with the threat of war with the Eastern SnowPlains, it only served to exacerbate those feelings. As they say, heavy is the head that wears the crown.

General History:
Tristan. His given name is an oddity in the Land of Long Nights, yet they say a name is a powerful thing. As such, it was his parents' wishes from the day he was born that his name would somehow serve to make the royal family seem more relatable to outsiders and more so would open the doors to relations with other kingdoms by starting on more even footing. Now Tristan was the second in line to the throne after his older sister Ragna. As to be expected, from a young age he was very much raised in the ways of kingship, including diplomacy, court etiquette, and the like. However, due to the simple fact that he wasn't the immediate successor to the throne, one could say he had more leeway to the structure of his life than the Crown Princess did. Nevertheless, his interests perhaps did not sway too far from what was expected of a prince. He very much enjoyed weaponry practice, dueling, horseback riding, and hunting, namely falconry. If he wasn't studying, he was most likely "studying" the art of war and combat in the company of his father's finest warriors and their children. Though he was well liked amongst most everyone, he developed a particularly close friendship with Fyror Kildragon, the eldest son of one of the kingsguard. Fyror was three years older and was a bit of a goody two shoes as far as Tristan was concerned. As such, the young prince enjoyed getting the both of them in trouble just to see the guy squirm. Yet somehow, someway, Fyror put up with his incessant shenanigans, and the two of them became practically inseparable.

At the ripe age of eleven, Tristan's life was shaken to the core for the first time of unfortunately more instances to come. He and Fyror were riding out with a small hunting party consisting of a few warriors when they were suddenly ambushed by a group of bandits. The warriors rallied around Tristan in order to protect their prince, and other than a relatively minor laceration to his right arm, they were successful. Unfortunately, his dear friend Fyror wasn't so lucky. Fyror was slashed across the left side of his face, causing a grievous injury. Tristan felt utterly helpless as his best friend laid in a pool of blood in the midst of an ongoing battle. Fortunately, reinforcements came in the nick of time to beat back the bandits and whisk them away to safety. While Fyror laid in the infirmary at the brink of death as he was being desperately tended to by healers, Tristan had to be present to address the Council of Elders on the attack. In the end, by some miracle from the gods, Fyror survived. His face and the eyesight in his left eye weren't so lucky, but he was alive and that was all one could truly ask for. In truth, Tristan had always looked up to Fyror, but now more than ever before, as he watched his friend bounce back from a near fatality and make the most of the second chance he was given. The whole experience was understandably traumatizing, but to think, this wasn't even the half of what was to come.

Over the years, Tristan's life proved to be one of complications with many unexpected twists and turns. This was perhaps no greater true than roughly a year ago when his older sister, the Crown Princess Ragna, ran away, relinquishing her entitlement to the throne and thus thrusting Tristan unawares into the position of Crown Prince. He was the next in line to the throne now, which meant that he would become the ruler of the Land of Long Nights after his parents. Talk about a gamechanger. Despite years of training in princely duties, he felt terribly unprepared for it all. A part of him also selfishly felt a bitterness towards his sister for putting him into this compromising position and for essentially abandoning her people. With the imminent threat of war with the Eastern SnowPlains the stakes were high and so were the costs he would have to pay for king and country. The Land of Long Nights needed the support of the Castle and in order to accomplish this he was being hard-pressed to convince Crown Princess Luna of the Small Wet Country Across the Sea to marry him. Yup, that's right. He's got to get hitched. Oh, gods save him.

Thoughts on the Sickenesse:
It's a tragedy. There's really no question in his mind as to that. Not only that, it is a threat to national security, and as such, it is not something he can take lightly. As to how it came about, whether it be manmade or something more complicated, he is a bit more uncertain. It can't be a mere coincidence that it is effecting only Magyk users. However, he doubts that it is something they caused all on their own. If that were the case, why hadn't they fallen ill ages ago? No, something changed, and he would certainly like to find out. Unfortunately, he is currently hard-pressed on other matters, namely the threat of war with the Eastern SnowPlains.

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Character Quote:

• “Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

Theme Song:


Anything Else:

• Faceclaim (Younger Self) - William Moseley (Peter Pevensie)
• Faceclaim (Older Self) - Bradley James (Arthur Pendragon)
• Color Code - Slate Blue #6A5ACD
• Header Text - Black Family Font, Incised Black Wide, 45 pt. & 22 pt., Shadow-Black-S
• Favorite Witch/Wizard - Merlin BBC's Merlin
• Example Post - The Thalken Explosion

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Name: Fyror Kildragon
Darke Name: Roryf
Age: 18 years old
Gender: Male
Position: Traveling Companion to Crown Prince Tristan
Summary: Fyror is Tristan's childhood best friend and many more things. He's the prince's closest and most trusted confidant, his guardian, and his guide through the trials and tribulations of life. He's a warrior but also a friend who has devoted his life and loyalty to the crown prince. It wasn't really a question that Fyror would accompany Tristan to the Small Wet Country Across the Sea. It was just a given. He's there for moral support, guidance, and to make sure that Tristan doesn't screw up this marriage arrangement.
Extras: N/A

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Name: Ahote “Thunderbird” Proudstar
Darke Name: Etoha
Age: 29
Birthday: July 27
Birthplace: True North
Residence: Sixth Bedroom off the Dark Corridor -- The Palace
Gender: Male
Culture: True North
Education: True North, healing; Battle training, mutant power training
Position: Royal Tutor to Prince Myrus
Alignment: Neutral Good -- "The Benefactor"

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Height: 5’11”
Weight: 165 lbs
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Olive/Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Thunderbird tattoo left upper arm
Personal Style:
Functionality. Ahote is a rather active person, from keeping fit to running around and protecting everyone so he needs clothes that move with him. He has something that fits every season but he leans towards loose fitting jeans with a t-shirt and over shirt combination. Simple ankle boots or flat shoes helps him to keep moving fast and easy. He is no stranger to jewelry and will on occasion wear a totem necklace or various bracelets along with a leather strap tied around his wrist if he needs to pin his hair back.
Ahote rocks a various hairstyles from shoulder length to just below the ear, even a few buzz cuts on occasion but he generally prefers the longer hair. He’ll leave it down but if on a mission or training he will tend to tie it back so it sits half up, half down.

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Leader * Strong-willed * Compassionate * Self-analytic * Brave * Dissented

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Avenger. Fighter. Compassionate. Ahote has always been a compassionate person, taking everything as a challenge to master, so he could teach others. This drive continues to push him to strive for better within himself and for others. He gets into his own head a lot and buries himself in his goals in order to block out what he truly thinks and feels about himself. He will always have a hand out, either to help people from their fall or to surpass him on the mountain.
He thinks everything through. Very rarely does Ahote run first before he decides which path to take. All actions must have a plan and several back up plans. It isn’t necessarily to protect himself, but to protect those around him. He values everyone’s opinion and tries his best to accommodate everyone but sometimes harder decisions have to be made and more often than not, he changes his decisions. The good of the many must come before the good of the few, but what if the few are stronger than the many?
Habits: Listening to things further out than what the average person can hear; Crossing one leg over his knee while sitting
Hobbies: Constantly training
Fears:

• Inability to protect his friends/people
• Loss of control
• Enclosed spaces

Likes:

• Outdoors
• Sunrises
• High places
• Hand-to-hand combat
• Chocolate
• Strawberries

Dislikes:

• Green leafy food things
• Unlawful killers
• Hot weather
• Ignorance
• Cats
• Laziness

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General Skills:

• Moedertaal - The user has complete fluency, able to read, write, and communicate in the language of the Big Wild Land Over the Ocean.
• Enhanced Condition - enhanced strength, durability, speed, reflexes and tracking, with heightened senses.
• Intuition - the ability to understand something immediately, without the need for conscious reasoning.
• Foresight - the ability to see the near future and the most recent past.
• Leadership - The ability to guide a group of individuals, teams, or organizations.
• Survival - The ability to keep oneself and others safe while in unknown terrain.
• General Fighting - The ability to meet a foe in combat. This skill includes basic proficiency in brawling, yet not combat with weapons.
• Psychology - The ability to understand the mind. I.e. The individual behaviour, thought and feeling

Cultural Skills:

• Country Knowledge (the True North) - The knowledge of the general geography of the True North. This includes the ability to find a path from one location to another, as well as a knowledge of the culture and customs of that country.
• La Vrai Langue - The user has complete fluency, able to read, write, and communicate in the language of the True North. This skill can be used as a boost for translating between the dialects of the Big Wild Land Over the Ocean as well.
• Aura Reading - The ability to get a glimpse into an individuals' character through perceiving their aura. This skill is one traditionally found in the True North but can be taught to foreigners throughout years of study.

Occupational Skills:

• Knots - The knowledge of a great variety of knots, such as survival knots and knots used for rigging on vessels.
• Trivia Knowledge - The knowledge of a diverse range of random and unconnected facts. This does not guarantee that the user knows something helpful on the topic of interest, but it is likely that they'll know at least something.
• Sword Fighting - Proficiency with a blade longer than 14 inches in combat, including the general rules of etiquette for dueling.
• Climbing - The ability to scale a steep object without falling to an early death (most likely, anyways...)
• Riding - The ability to ride a horse at twice the speed of an unskilled rider. This includes trick riding and basic care for the horse.
• Sneaking - The ability to gain access to secure locations without detection.
• Rooftop running/climbing - Parkour! The user has proficiency in scaling vertical objects, as well as keeping footing on elevated and uneven terrain.

What Is On Your Person:

• Long-sleeved shirt, T-shirt and jeans
• Laced, combat style boots
• Simple knife
• Thunderbird (hawk) totem necklace -- Father’s, passed onto him
• A couple of bracelets made with stones from his homeland (right wrist)
• Leather tie for his hair, wrapped around his left wrist

Residence:

• Books
• Extra clothes
• Things for mending clothes
• Axe
• Basic items for trapping
• General herbs for minor wounds and injuries
• Mother’s Hummingbird totem

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Your Path: The True North houses many mutants. It is a land where they are free to roam and be true to themselves without fear, without other worldly influence. They know there are others but here, they are completely safe, respected and praised. Ahote knew this and was raised into this but he felt that he could do more, be more. So he began to travel, going to different countries and seeking out other mutants to bring about safety and strength within others to be able to defend themselves and live their lives free.

General History:
Ahote grew in a land full of prosperity but they had their own creatures to deal with. Most everyone in Ahote’s tribe is a mutant, coming into their powers at a young age and trained in order to control the gift they possess. After Ahote’s ceremony, he was given the same name as his father: Thunderbird. His father’s ability allowed him to shapeshift into a hawk, whereas Ahote developed something far greater. During the ceremony, after several harsh trials that were emotionally and physically demanding, a hawk flew overhead, echoing its call repeatedly as Ahote cried out. He developed a superhuman condition, with enhanced strength, durability, speed, reflexes and tracking, with heightened senses. His foresight came a little later but is limited to only seeing the near future and the most recent past.
With his father having the shape shifting skill and his mother having a healing mutation, they were rather proud to have a near indestructible son. His training was taken on by the whole tribe and Ahote learned skills from each member in order to further his knowledge and his ability. With this nurturing life, he succeeded quickly but grew antsy. There was nothing for him to do in the True North, nothing he needed to protect or fight for. Other than fighting the wildlife, there wasn’t much of a challenge for him. He boarded a ship at eighteen, being released formally from the tribe and began to travel. In some cases, he bit off more than he could chew as the outside world was vastly different. In his tribe he had healers and storytellers that were not given a mutant ability but a more Magykal take so he understood some of their ability but never thought he would encounter that everywhere else. Witches and Wizards everywhere he turned with far more power than any he had seen. It was within these couple years of travel that he heard of his mothers weakened state. He made quick work of traveling home, making it before his mother passed in the night. Ahote quickly learned that not everything can be fixed with strength, that some die beyond your control. This was something he still couldn’t quite accept though. He went on a small quest, isolating himself in nature and retreated within himself. It took him awhile to come back, to want to come back but when he did, he was given his mother’s totem to keep, along with his fathers. Although his father still lived, he was waiting for his son to take up the totem so he could move on.
Ahote was on the move again. He ended up in the Big Wild Land Over The Ocean and found many strange things there. The vast diversity of people helped to educate him in the different ways of Magykal ability and he even met more mutants; however, where there was more freedom, there was more persecution. The country he was now in mainly governed themselves, so when things got of hand, the people took matters into their own hands. Mutants who came into their powers in unstable situations, became unstable themselves. There weren’t a lot of people who understood them and what they needed. Ahote had his moment to shine, to create a safe space for these people to come to and train in their ability. He became well known in the area and within nearby countries, which of course, came with its own risks but Ahote always rose to the challenge to protect what he had built.
He has been in this country for nearly seven years now, raising and protecting a makeshift family. Ahote is no stranger to death by now. He has killed and seen people close to him be killed, both in brutal situations and from unnatural Sickenesses’.

Thoughts on the Sickenesse:
Ahote didn’t see the Sickenesse in his home land but he has seen it most recently in his travels. He has seen it in its various stages and looked at it with a wonderment. He is curious what his mother’s mutant healing abilities would have on such a thing. It seems to be targeting Magyk users specifically which is another interesting prospect. Are they specifically being targeted? Ahote is not completely sure but he knows they do not deserve it. Natural ability is sacred to Ahote and his homeland but the world is vastly different beyond The True North and people need to protect themselves and their families in any way they can.

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Character Quote: “When you want to give up, focus on what you care about most. Hold onto it like your life depends on it, because at some point, it will.”
Theme Song: Gladiator -- Zayde Wolf
Anything Else: Luna Lovegood. X-men
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Name: Arnora Skadidottir
Darke Name: Aronra
Age: 34
Birthday: December 23rd
Birthplace: Fljotshverfi The Land of Long Nights
Residence: Temporary Quarters on the Aricie
Gender: Female
Culture: Land of Long Nights
Education: Hunter, leather armor worker
Position: Northern Trader
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

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Height: 5'7
Weight: 136lbs
Build: Athletic, with muscle
Eyes: Dark blue
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Various scars across her arms and legs as well as her back, from various fights, to fighting against a few wild animals. She also has a Yggdrasil tattoo on her lower right arm.
Personal Style: When you first meet Arnora she usually is seen wearing animal furs of some kind, or usually seen wearing some kind of leather armor under that for protection. She tends to take very good care at least as best she can to tend to them. If she is somewhere that is a lot warmer then Arnora will usually be seen wearing lighter clothing. Or at least some kind of armor somewhere on her body as well and will always be seen wearing boots no matter the season. Her hair is usually seen in various braids in size and length, one side of her head however is shaved preferring that look over anything else. Arnora doesn't really own any jewelry except for a necklace that was given to her by her mother and will never leave without it.

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Freethinking * Compulsive * Fun-loving * Greedy * Courageous * Undisciplined

Sexuality: Bisexual (leans more towards women)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Whenever you first meet Arnora she is usually seen as a free spirited person, she likes to have fun no matter what she does. Or whether people like it or not, she wouldn't really care what others think of her. She is very compulsive and will usually do something without to much thought into it really. Arnora doesn't really care all that much for authority unless it was from someone that she personally knows and respects.

Arnora is sometimes very greedy when it comes to making money and will usually end up trading something at a higher price and able to get what she wants. Arnora doesn't really care if she steals from someone either and usually gets a kick out of stealing it. Arnora is also a very undisciplined person, and doesn't really take things to seriously, but she is very courageous and wont really back out from a fight and will do her best to protect her friends or those that she cares for.
Habits: Whenever Arnora is bored she is usually seen messing around with one of her hair braids, if she is annoyed she will give just about anyone a death stare, and if she is bored Arnora will be seen picking out the dirt from her nails.
Hobbies: Hunting, drinking
Fears:

• Heights
• Drowning
• Snakes

Likes:

• Snow
• Winter
• Hunting
• Trading
• Drinking
• Having fun

Dislikes:

• Warm weather
• Thunderstorms
• Losing a fight
• Nobles or Royals
• Cowards
• Smart people

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General Skills:

• Ice Transmutation: the ability to transform matter and objects, including living beings, into ice.
• Enhanced Tracking: the ability to track others down easily via various means, ranging from scents to footprints. With enough experience, the user can follow tracks that are days or even weeks old

Cultural Skills:

• New Nordic - The user has complete fluency, able to read, write, and communicate in the language of the Land of Long Nights. This skill can be used as a makeshift oral storytelling skill, as most of the traditions of the Land of Long Nights are told through stories.
• Olde Tongue - The user has complete fluency, able to read, write, and communicate in the Olde Tongue of the Land of Long Nights. This skill can be used as a makeshift mythos skill, as the user will be familiar with famous texts written in the Olde Tongue, such as the Prose Edda.
• Spirit-Seer - The power to see a ghost, even if they do not choose to Appear to you. This ability cannot be turned off - it is involuntary. Ghosts will not realize that you can see them unless you tell them so.

Occupational Skills:

• Boating - The ability to pilot a small water craft, such as a rowboat or canoe, without capsizing.
• Sailing - The ability to sail a vessel across great distances. With a large or medium vessel, the assistance of a crew is needed but it is not required for a small vessel.
• Navigation - The ability to monitor and control the movement of a craft from one place to another across expanses of water.
• Trading - Skill in the transfer of goods or services from one person or entity to another, often in exchange for money.
• Deception - The ability to lie to another person and successfully deceive them.
• Fast - The ability to go extended periods of time without eating and still be able to perform required tasks.
• Knots - The knowledge of a great variety of knots, such as survival knots and knots used for rigging on vessels.
• Basic Asgardian Magic

What Is On Your Person:

• Current outfit
• Sword
• Shield
• Necklace

Residence:

• Warmer outfit
• Spare sword
• Spare shield
• Few extra furs she was going to sell
• Wet stone
• Leather armor she was going to sell

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Your Path: Arnora's father was a Land of Long Nights tradesman as she grew up she would watch him make transactions and would follow him around on many of his trips as well. Arnora would also help run his stand if he ever did need help. As she got older Arnora took up hunting as well and helped make the furs that would easily be sold on the markets with him. She learned most of her skills from her father and intends on continuing to work for her father's craft.

General History: Arnora's father met her mother when he was younger in his early twenties, her mother being the Norse Goddess Skadi. Growing up Arnora didn't really see her mother all that much, so she was raised mainly by her father growing up in the Land of Long Nights capital of Fljotshverfi. When she was fifteen she went on her first trip with her father where he traded various goods that her father had made for the year. Which she enjoyed doing and started to do some more work with him, going out on hunting trips with her father's family and friends.

When she turned twenty her father ended up dying due to an illness, she took his death rather hard even her mother came as well. She didn't see her all that often, but she did know that her mother would watch over her no matter what happened. Using what her father had taught her over the years Arnora took up her father's stand, and did sold his wares in Fljotshverfi as well as other countries around the world.

But Arnora always did end up getting into some kind of trouble with the wrong group of people stealing something off of their trading stand. They ended up getting into a fight with her, her father's trading stand ended up getting destroyed and she decided to then head out on her own. Arnora then got on the next ship out of the capital of Fljotshverfi. And decided to go to the Small Wet Country Across the Sea, using what money and things she had and left her home.

Thoughts on the Sickenesse: Arnora doesn't know to much about the Sickenesse that is going on around the world. She wasn't raised as a healer of any kind and has no real physik skills that she could do to help out. Arnora though would be willing to supply whatever she can get her hands on and trade it off to the people who need it the most. Of course she is willing to make whatever money off of it that she can get from.

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Character Quote: "Theres always money somewhere to make whether it's for furs or something else."
Theme Song: Gallows - Katie Garfield - Single
Anything Else: Jaina Proudmore World of Warcraft, Another Demigod
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Name: Jazen Grimspound Dyrki
Darke Name: Nezaj
Age: 24
Birthday: November 4
Birthplace: Land of Long Nights - The Dyrki Clan
Residence: Temporary Quarters on the Aricie
Gender: Male
Culture: The Land of Long Nights
Education: Self-taught Mage, Scholar
Position: Rogue Adventure
Alignment: Chaotic Good

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Height: 6 foot 2 inches
Weight: 175~ pounds
Build: Lean and athletic
Eyes: Emerald Green
Hair: Dark Auburn that is turning black
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: He has several scars from the missteps of his youth. Scratches and bites of various animals. A rather large burn wrapping around his side when he accidentally blew a hole in the side of his mother's home. This is covered by a array of tattoos. Depicting the various stages of his life in small pictures within the banner work. From his birth to his accomplishments. He can make it disappear at will, per his gifts from his father, but he makes the effort to keep it while in his actual form. Goodness knows what his cousin would do if she had to fix it again.
Personal Style: Lavish, yet practical. An odd combination for the Land of Long Night. In his youth he wore the leathers and furs similar to many of his people, yet as he travelled about mainly to different cities outside of the Land he took to the less fuzzy clothing. Sleeker and more respectable. Grimspound has a eye for comfort, but he will get down and dirty if he needs to and he expects those clothes he wears daily (and not for comfort) to be able to handle his traveling life style. Study boots, thight pants and a comfortable shirt under a vest and coat/cloak. He generally wears whatever color and isn't too picky. Though he had a love of silver, amber, crimson and greeen. Tending to stay away from brighter colors. If he's going to be in a possible fight he generally wears leathers. He does however have a thick cloak he wears sometimes, made of wolf and lynx fur.

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Friendly * Presistent * Intelligent * Willfull * Cunning * Trickster

Sexuality: Polyamorous
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: What is there to say of Grimspound? He is a trickster through and through, though he is also a scholar at heart. Books fascinate him and he keeps collecting and shipping more back to his home among the women of the Dyrki clan. A restless wanderer, he seeks ground to slake his thirst for knowledge and the constant need to understand things. A lonely, loving traveler. He enjoys the company of others and the simple joys of life- as well as those incidents he happens to leave behind him. Nothing serious, things anyone would get a good laugh out of after a bit. After all, he does realize he is going to need to pass through again probably.

Cheerful and friendly, Grimspound is the sort to start fiddling and dancing on the table to get the folk laughing. But that is not to say he is without his temper. A cold and dangerous thing that can sleep for years only to stir awake in defense of his friends or kin. Rarely does it wake for Grimspound himself as he generally laughs off the curses life throws at him, choosing to work his way through them rather than complain. A lesson he learned from his mother's folk. But it is known among the Dyrki that his temper is honed by his intelligence. A cold mind that when made to turn to the machinations of the defender- or the attacker- he can be ruthless and brutal in his towering rage. It is then he acts without empathy or remorse. A dagger to defend his mother's people and his father's honor as he sees fit.

Habits: Playing about with his magic idly, catching cat-naps, and telling tall tales. He also enjoys spinning lies to confuse his name and his origins.
Hobbies: He enjoys reading, working out problems, hunting, fishing and wandering about listening to people gossip.
Fears:

• Not being able to return to the Dyrki
• Doing something unforgivable in one of his cold rages.
• Centipedes

Likes:

• Books and knowledge in general
• Hunting/fishing
• Eavesdropping
• Entertaining people
• Rainy days
• Good company

Dislikes:

• Those who dismiss knowledge
• Those who insult him
• Bugs in general
• Having to repeat himself
• Those who can't lighten up and smile.
• Being cheated (Though he enjoys cheating others)

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General Skills:

• Slight of Hand - User is skilled in fine motor skills when used by performing artists in different art forms to entertain or manipulate. It is closely associated with close-up magic, card magic, card flourishing and stealing.
• Charisma - User has compelling attractiveness or charm that can inspire devotion in others.
• Shapeshifting - Any gender and any form the size of a human.
• Translation - The ability to translate between various modern languages. Users are proficient in all languages commonly spoken at the Castle. This does not include more uncommon languages, such as Serbian.
• Sense Magyk - The ability to detect Magykal auras and See enchantments. This is a passive skill.
• Asgardian Magyk - The innate talent to utilize the Magyk of the Norse gods; best results come after practice and study yet the raw power is always there.
• Intuition - the ability to understand something immediately, without the need for conscious reasoning.

Cultural Skills:

• Country Knowledge (the Lands of Long Nights) - The knowledge of the general geography of the Lands of Long Nights. This includes the ability to find a path from one location to another, as well as a knowledge of the culture and customs of that country.
• New Nordic - The user has complete fluency, able to read, write, and communicate in the language of the Land of Long Nights. This skill can be used as a makeshift oral storytelling skill, as most of the traditions of the Land of Long Nights are told through stories.
• Olde Tongue - The user has complete fluency, able to read, write, and communicate in the Olde Tongue of the Land of Long Nights. This skill can be used as a makeshift mythos skill, as the user will be familiar with famous texts written in the Olde Tongue, such as the Prose Edda.

Occupational Skills:

• Persuasion - The ability to convince someone of something, whether it is true or false.
• Cartography - The study and practice of making maps. Users are proficient in communicating spatial information, as well as knowledgeable of minor restorative techniques for damaged maps.
• Rooftop running/climbing - Parkour! The user has proficiency in scaling vertical objects, as well as keeping footing on elevated and uneven terrain.
• Perception - The ability to notice things that others may overlook. This does not include items and beings of Magykal origin. For that, see Sense Magyk.
• Blend - The ability to blend into a large group of people and effectively disappear, becoming one of many.
• Climbing - The ability to scale a steep object without falling to an early death (most likely, anyways...)
• Sneaking - The ability to gain access to secure locations without detection.

What Is On Your Person:

• Bow
• A set of knives (Boot, wrist, waist)
• A small kit for first aid
• The book he's currently reading
• A journal and writing untensil
• A hidden pouch with money
• A fiddle

Residence:

• A large pack with various basic travelling equiptment
• A large crate of books ready to be shipped back to the Dyrki.
• Several maps
• A sword
• Several private journals about his travels
• Trinkets from his travels
• A trunk of clothing, lavish and furs and leathers.

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Your Path: This is the path his feet and heart too him. The wind calls and he beckons. Leaving his home was the only logical choice as he had learned all he could there. There was nothing else to keep him, so Grimspound left and set out on his own. Despite his very self-relying mother's worrying. Apparently it's not wise to point such out as he had to skip away from the irate woman.

General History: Born to Tersa Dyrki, Jazen Grimspound Dyrki was named and set in his mother's arms by his grandmother. The Dyrki were a matrilineal family, their name passed from mother to daughter and from mother to son. Or so that was claimed. His people were his many cousins and mother, aunts and grandmother. The latter being the matriarch of the small clan. Grimspound never knew his name as anything other than Grimspound, and no one called him otherwise. 'Grim' was his name and he accepted it. Just as the boy accepted the strange man who appeared every year for only one night before leaving. As he accepted his mother calling him Jazen. Odd little things that the boy paid no mind to as he studied the games of the other children and outwitted them. For he was a child and innocent in the matters of grown ups. He was four when he decided to decipher the book his mother read to him from. Needless to say, he managed it to his mother's shock.

From then on, he knew he was different. It wasn't obvious- yet- but he knew other children would have given up and gone to play. But not Grimspound. He was young and thirsting for this knowledge that others seemed to find boring. During the rainy days and winter months while he learned how to spin wool, he listened to his grandmother tell him tales and lessons on the world. He watched the smith work their forges and the fishers bring in their haul. Those fleeting days of being four and playing games behind him as he was five- then six- and learning to cast a line and hook a snare. The other children taunted and laughed, thought him odd. Yet Grimspound laughed with them and agreed. He was odd. He enjoyed this 'work'. There was so much around him and he could not grasp it all fast enough. Tersa watched with cunning eyes as her child grew and she took him into the wilds at seven. There she taught him how to hunt and kill, how to wield a knife and bow. He was young still but Grimspound strove to learn what he could. To master what was offered to him. The boy learned the words that would hurt someone and the words that would heal as he watched his kin go about their lives. The stranger- his father his mother told him- still came on that one day every year and Grimspound never pried past polite questions. Though there were dozens of questions brimming behind his green eyes, yet to speak wrong would hurt or make the man leave as he had seen others do in the village.

He did aim these questions to his mother and grandmother when nothing but an answer would sate him. They, to their credit, answered honestly. Why did the man not stay as other fathers did? Their answer was simple, where would he? He had no cabin and he was of the Dyrki. It was not that they would not have him, but like the other men this one would come and go. Was it truly so strange? Grimspound was puzzled but did see the sense of it. So the years passed, so the seasons turned. Grimspound grew from child to youth and magic and shapeshifting came to him. His relatives buried him with books, and whatever else could be of use. Eyes that had by passed him as 'Grimspound' now found interest in the lithe form of a boy that was becoming a man. Though few advances were made outside of playful flirtations. No, for Grimspound's nose was firmly in his book as he mastered his magick and shapeshifting. Relentlessly he practiced and studied, his friends and family nearly have to break down his door to get him to stop to enjoy the day in those early days. It was during of his experiences Grimspound found he needed to study near water as when he accidentally exploded his mother's wall and badly injured himself. He learned to be careful and he learned to relax for a miscalculation from lack of sleep had been the cause. Not that anyone let him forget that. He learned the sword from a cousin and how to play the fiddle from an aunt. From his older sister he learned to slip through shadows unseen and the art of sleight of hand.

He was sixteen, just having become a man, when he first felt that towering rage. He had gone with a group of aunts and cousins on a trip to another village for trade and they were attacked by bandits. The first arrows surprised them and his lost an aunt and two cousins. Another was cut down by a sword before Grimspound felt that towering rage of cold fury. Oh, it was just fine if they wanted to shoot him. But his family? The Dyrki? They would learn their mistake. Grimspound rose from the wagon and unleashed a slaughter along side the other fighters. He had learned to hunt as a shapeshifter and killing men hadn't been all that difficult with fangs or with magic. Albeit these men were badly equipt bandits. Forcing that cold rage back, Grimspound wanted to weep for what he had done, yet the fury for those who had died because of those men stopped his tears from falling. His mother and grandmother wrapped him in their love and acceptance and Grimspound learned over the course of a year to accept that power brought such horrors about- and that sometimes it was necessary. "When there is trouble, pound on Grim's door." So was the saying of his village and with good reason.

He was twenty when he took to the road, having learned everything he could from his family and friends. Having felt the need to wander. The pull to travel. He could not deny it and he did not. The years spent on the road honed his silver tongue and his sharp mind. Sword, bow, knife and magic were honed as well as Grimspound ruthlessly practiced. His purse filled and emptied as he fiddled for his supper and sang tales to the audience. As he bought books and shipped them home. As he studied the workings of the world and took pleasure in it.

Thoughts on Sickenesse: He's not sure what to think of it other than the fact that he does not care for it. It worries him, but he also understands it's a plague like any other. While he would normally avoid the town he is drawn to it. Hoping it will not be his doom. He does want to find a cure in case it pops up among his mother's folk.

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Character Quote: "My darling, and dashing gents. I am Grimspound. I am gifted to have met you."
Theme Song:
Anything Else: Gandalf : Posts
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Name: Strange Yellow Dress Girl
Darke Name: ~Unknown~
Age: Appears 6
Gender: Female
Position: Ghost
Summary: She haunts the old Port Witch Coven house and tells those about to enter that they are about to die.
Extras: N/A

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Name: Grimhild
Darke Name: Dlihmirg
Age: Mid to Late 20's
Gender: Female
Position: Leader of the Fjándmaðrvǫllr
Summary: She is responsible for the deaths of Myth's and Cuyler's families. And likely others' too.
Extras: N/A

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Name: Mavis Moll
Darke Name: Sivam
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Position: Senior Alchemie Apprentice
Summary: The ex-girlfriend of Myrus Silvers, Mavis Moll is the best Alchemie Apprentice the Castle currently has. She works for Selesia Rincewind and loves to play board games. She is good friends with the prince, yet they have not talked much since she broke up with him due to his immaturity.
Extras: Her father is from the Land of Long Nights

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Name: Fayard (Badger)
Darke Name: Drayaf
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Position: Rhys' Apprentice
Summary: Fayard is the son of Rhys and Esmeralda. He never met his father when he was born and his mother's brother offered to help look after him. He ended up getting turned over to the Young Army and in a twist of fate, he was rescued by his father. Called Badger then, he decided to accept Rhys' offer and became his apprentice.
Extras: He was born with one green eye and one blue eye.

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Name: Esmeralda
Darke Name: Adlaremse
Age: Mid Thirties
Gender: Female
Position: White Witch/Seer
Summary: Esmeralda has always been an independent individual. She owns her own shop on Wizard Way, using her skill in Divination to make ends meet. Her main goal is to secure her son's safety and once that's done, she intends to move to the Big Wild Land Over the Ocean with him and never return to the Castle.
Extras: N/A

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Name: Elysium Crow
Darke Name: Muisyle
Age: Mid Twenties
Gender: Male
Position: One True Coven Warlock
Summary: Not much is known about him and that's the way he likes to keep it. He has a good sense of prophecy, able to divine arrival of the Lagoon officials for Fleur.
Extras: N/A

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Name: Jezebel
Darke Name: Lebezej
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Position: One True Coven Witch
Summary: Jezebel came from a cold and uncaring family. She compensated for their lack of love and attention with food, eventually one day discovering that she had a talent for Magyk. A native of the Farmlands, she stole her parents' horse and rode out to the Port in search of others like her. She found Fleur's Coven and has been a faithful member ever since.
Extras: She had a crush on the Magnisky twins and is skilled at prophecy.

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Name: Acantha Hex
Darke Name: Ahtnaca
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Position: One True Coven Witch
Summary: A bit rebellious and sneaky, Acantha is skilled at FleetFoot and has a penchant for thievery. Many have compared her to the twins, but Acantha is arguably more dark and twisted than they are. Her grandmother had been a Coven Mother back in the day and Acantha craves that same power. Of course, she also suggested robbing the Manuscriptorium to Fleur and is a bit trigger happy.
Extras: She went on a few dates with Antonije Magnisky

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Name: Crown Princess Meadow Marissa Mariegolde
Darke Name: Wodaem
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Position: Crown Princess of the Lagoon
Summary: Next in line for her country's throne, Meadow is the younger sibling of King Nicholas. Until he marries or produces an heir, the order of succession will not change. She serves as an excellent enforcer and righthand, though she is fascinated by Magyk and inspired by women in power. Her dream is to one day have a throne of her own.
Extras: She is the cousin of Queen Valda and also the top archer in the Lagoon.

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Name: Caspian Rainbrook
Darke Name: Naipsac
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Position: Ordinary Wizard & Creature Expert
Summary: The son of a powerful sorceress and a warrior from the Land of Long Nights, Rainbrook has always been at war between two aspects of himself: the call to Magyk and the call to the sea. He united them through his journeys around the world, learning about Magykal creatures. He is currently in the Castle as he wishes to help with the Sickenesse, knowing that something similar nearly killed his mother.
Extras: He's fluent in New Nordic and has a mild charmspeaking ability. He has a crush on Zekarra.

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Name: Minerva Frost
Darke Name: Ikol
Age: Late Teens
Gender: Female
Position: Renegade Witch
Summary: Born Mildri Liutdottir, Minerva's mother came from an ancient line in the Big Wild Land Over the Ocean. For reasons Minerva's mother never explained, her family had relocated to the Land of Long Nights roughly a hundred years ago, abandoning a life of wealth, position, and status. Her mother, Luta Skialgdottir, had been married three times, each marriage ending in tragedy. It gained her the name Sort Enke, especially as she had retained the majority of her husbands' wealth.

It was during her third marriage that Luta became pregnant - yet the child was not her husband's. She had fallen in love with the god Loki and he had fathered a child, having been presenting as a male during their romance. Luta had wanted to name her child Asfrith, believing that she was pregnant with a boy due to every possible Magykal test she had heard of, yet she gave birth to a girl, Mildri, instead.

Her mother's lifestyle did not lend itself easily to children. She had caretakers that would watch after her, encouraging the child to learn what she could - yet Minerva always gravitated to untraditional pursuits. When she was 14, her mother conceded to Minerva's requests and sent her daughter to travel the world. She was accompanied by her mother's triplet sisters - sisters who had retained the original family name - and they taught Minerva of the family line's true traditions. She has been working for her aunties ever since, using her unique abilities to further the cause.
Extras: She is a member of the Hellfire Club.

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Name: Runa, Baldur's daughter, Granddaughter of the Eternal Flame, and Mistress of Lies
Darke Name: Anur
Age: Appears to be early 30s
Gender: Female
Position: Sorcerer Supreme
Summary: Runa has been alive for quite some time and it took a while for her to achieve happiness. She is considered to be one of the most powerful Magyk users in the world, having studied Magyk unique to each of the Nine Realms. She spends her days protecting Asgard and the Nine Realms from mystical threats. She is married to Lance Banner and has four children: Bruce, Halley, Astrid, and Nova.
Extras: Her first boyfriend was the Greek god Apollo.

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Name: Astrid Klara Banner, Traveler of the Nine Realms
Darke Name: Dirtsa
Age: Appears 16 (9,991 years old)
Gender: Female
Position: Traveler of the Nine Realms - Myth of Four
Summary: The third child of four, Astrid is usually seen as the oddball of the family. While the rest are quiet and subdued, she is excitable and outgoing. She adores animals and has her own animal sanctuary, where they can live in peace without worrying about being hunted or anything. She hates science, a stark contrast to her father, and never seemed to find an interest in Magyk, contrasting with her mother. She also can never quite stay in one place very long.
Extras: She has a pet niffler named Tinsel.

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Name: Harlianne Elizabeth Winnifred James
Darke Name: Ennailrah
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Position: Captain of the Aricie
Summary: Harlianne James was born in Port Royal during its English occupancy, when five forts defended the port. Two years later in 1692, a massive Earthquake struck Port Royal, practically decimating the settlement. The disaster was speculated to be brought on by the wrath of God, perhaps as punishment for only outlawing piracy in the colony in 1687. Either way, Harlianne's parents perished as part of the settlement collapsed into the sea. The young girl survived by a miracle, as her nurse had stashed her away on a boat, allowing her to survive as the island partially collapsed.

Her small vessel, of course, meant she was alone for a full day. Pirates had come to loot the wreckage of Port Royal, and instead, they found the young girl in a boat, all alone. Her family crest was on her clothing, allowing the pirates to identify the infant by her Christian name. They took the child in, initially intending to hold her for ransom, but realized that her small size could be advantageous. Not only would the English government consent to sending in regular payments to ensure the wellbeing of the young Duchess of Albemarle, but a small kid would be good for thievery, crawling into spots that others couldn't.

She grew up aboard pirate vessels, getting her sea legs properly before she could really talk. The crew became her family and raised her as best as they could, teaching her the tricks of the trade, and ensuring that she'd never go hungry. It was an incredibly different upbringing than what her parents imagined for her. By the time she made it to adulthood, she was sailing under Calico Jack, working with famous pirates such as Anne Bonny. Unlike most of society, pirates didn't care what was between your legs--her sex didn't hold her back.

She eventually captained her own vessel for a short period of time - the Bellona - before it tragically sank the same day she lost her first mate, Sirena Ikaria. She then formed a new crew and sailed in another stolen vessel, the Syren. Yet the others eventually moved on, leaving the Caribbean for new adventures. But the Caribbean was in her blood and Harlianne couldn't leave. Instead, she was offered a rare opportunity by the English government - a pardon. She was sanctioned to commit acts of piracy against the Spanish and the French. The alternative was to be executed.

A few years went by and eventually, Harlianne was surrounded by French navy sailors, their muskets aimed directly at her. She had been in the midst of attempting to sack one of their ports - a rather hairbrained scheme but that was her M.O. - and it had gone horribly wrong. Right as she raised her hands in surrender, a green light enveloped her - and suddenly, the militiamen were gone. The fort had vanished as well - there was nothing left on the island. She constructed a crude but sturdy raft, piling up the needed supplies for a voyage. It managed to get her from one island to another, yet this one was inhabited.

She had stumbled upon a sacred site for the rulers of the Big Wild Land Over the Ocean. Fortunately, their chief wizard recognized that Harlianne was one of the Displaced. After going through a few things of rum, Harlianne finally came around to the idea that she wasn't in the 18th century anymore - not even close to it. She was offered a position as the captain of QuickeSylver, with the only stipulation being that Harlianne tell them everything she could remember about the strange green light that had enveloped her. And while Harlianne doesn't take kindly to authority figures, Asha and Taj never acted like the overbearing peers she was used to. Instead, they treated her as an equal and promised her adventures.
Extras: She still hasn't quite adjusted to this time period, yet she does not want to go home.

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Name: Sasha Yule
Darke Name: Ahsas
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Position: Ordinary Wizard's Apprentice
Summary: A young yet brilliant apprentice, Sasha is very warm and inviting. She tries her best to make sure everyone feels included. Atkin had been confiding in her about his thoughts on leaving Wizard Tower behind forever and she helped him make his decision.
Extras: Jarvis Yule is her uncle.

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Name: Becky Rowland
Darke Name: Ykceb
Age: 54
Gender: Female
Position: Royal Physician
Summary: A bit batty, Becky grew up in the Forest and was taught to heal by her mother. She had an older brother, Blaise, who had become the apprentice to the ExtraOrdinary Wizard and they were rather close. Not very many people know that the two are siblings.
Extras: She loves cats.

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Name: Jarvis Yule
Darke Name: Sivraj
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Position: Ordinary Wizard
Summary: Jarvis was the second of Rowland's apprentices. Although many expected him to be made ExtraOrdinary Wizard, he never wanted that life and was happy when Arya was chosen. He was content to be a high ranking Ordinary, allowing him to start a family. He even managed to get his niece, Sasha, to become an apprentice.
Extras: He is happily married to his husband of five years.

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Name: Marya and Medea Magnisky
Darke Name: Ayram and Aedem
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Position: Renegade Witches
Summary: The twin speedsters, you can always tell they're around if there's a silver streak in the air. While they have Magykal talent, they prefer to spend their time running around and annoying their brother. After their parents' death, they were adopted by Bruce Banner and taken in by him properly after they joined the Port Witch Coven. They are the younger siblings of Antonije Magnisky.
Extras: They're identical twins.

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Name: Bernice
Darke Name: Ecinreb
Age: Late 50's
Gender: Female
Position: One True Coven Witch
Summary: A long time member of the Port Witch Coven, Bernice is deadly with spells and hexes, and gentle with the younger members. If you need a job done, Bernice has probably done it before and can advise you on it.
Extras: Noted to be good friends with Constance

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Name: Constance Langdon
Darke Name: Ecnatsonc
Age: Late 50's
Gender: Female
Position: One True Coven Witch
Summary: The adoptive mother of Antonije Magnisky, Constance craves power. She abused her son and took advantage of him for his skill with metals and mechanisms - her main regret is that she couldn't have properly gotten use out of his twin sisters, too. It's suspected but not proven that she is behind the death of their parents.
Extras: Noted to be good friends with Bernice

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Name: Blaise Rowland
Darke Name: Esialb
Age: 62
Gender: Male
Position: Ex-ExtraOrdinary Wizard
Summary: The older brother of Becky Rowland, Blaise was born in the Forest. He ventured out into the Castle and scraped by, barely making enough money to be able to attend school at the Ramblings. He educated himself the best he could, learning Magyk on the fly and eventually was picked as ExtraOrdinary Apprentice. He was the ExtraOrdinary Wizard for over thirty years after he graduated, having a total of four apprentices.
Extras: He sees Arya Rincewind as his daughter.

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Name: Millicent Clarke
Darke Name:

• Tnecillim
• Etaceh
• Aivirt

Age: Immortal
Birthday: December 14
Gender: Female
Position: Former Prostitute/Assassin, Current Bearer of Hecate

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Height: 5'7''
Weight: 122 lbs
Build: Slim and Curvy
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown, Long, Straight
Skin Tone: White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ear piercing on both ears.

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Captivating * Deceitful

Personality:
Millicent knows what she wants and is not afraid to pursue those, even if it means stepping over others. Living a life that bent towards the will of others, most notably men, she had learned to captivate those around her and have them do her bidding for a change. She rarely holds friends and is not easy to trust. Her word should be taken with a grain of salt, but it is so compelling.

Since bearing Hecate, Millicent has not changed much. Knowing she is powerful, she enjoys playing around with others, whether it is through words or actions matters little to her. She is not afraid of telling others how she feels. She holds some heart for the depraved, especially women having been one before. She is out for entertainment and living a long life can lead t extreme boredom.

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Millicent doesn't remember much of her mother and father. The bits and pieces that were shared with her were that they were a wealthy family who enjoyed the life of luxury and all it brought with it. They hosted parties, belittled their servants, and were prominent figures in the upper-class social circles. Unbeknownst to most, they rose through the ranks with their group The Monarchs. Though they didn't take part in the acts themselves, they employed The Monarchs to blackmail and, if the need arose, assassinate their targets. It was amazing that they were never caught, but money bought tongues as well as hands. However, they got too big for their britches and betrayed The Monarchs. Never shedding blood of an innocent, their target was a high member of the court who did nothing wrong. The political turmoil from that kill sent a huge wave throughout the city. Hoping to strike big from it, the family tried to mosey in, until The Monarchs got involved and took their pay in blood.

That left Millicent, only 5 years old at the time. Seeing as Millicent was innocent and not part of her family, the Monarchs didn't know what to do with her. One member suggested taking her in and training her in their ways. Not only would they get a young member to mold, but it would be an even bigger slap to the face of the family that betrayed them. However, they couldn't raise a little girl on their own while still doing their jobs. They had to find a suitable home for her. It couldn't be with an upper-class family, for fear they would recognize her. That is when they found Miss Constance. Miss Constance was a Madame in charge of a brothel. She had few ladies working for her. The Monarchs issued their plea to help them. Miss Constance took a liking to the young girl who reminded her of her lost daughter and took her in.

Miss Constance did her best in riding Millicent, giving her an education, the ability to read as well as write, horseback riding, and other subjects to give her a better chance. Miss Constance didn't want the life she led to be an influence, so she made it known to Millicent she was allowed to choose what she wanted. Millicent was caught between two sides. The Monarchs wanted her to become a member of their ranks and Miss Constance, a mother unlike any she had, wanted her to have a life of her own choosing. Millicent decided to have the best of both worlds.

Though against it, at first, Miss Constance soon saw the way men were attracted to Millicent and paid handsomely for her service, especially those of a higher standing. Millicent also made it known to The Monarchs that her profession allowed for to get into places otherwise off-limits to her and that would make it easier to carry out her contracts. Soon, Millicent donned the black mask of Lady Butterfly and set out to work to make a name for herself in the life she chose. Miss Constance need not know.

Since her travels, Millicent lost her life and became a spirit. Under this, she charged after the mysterious flask that contained her essence. Drinking from the flask, she met Hecate and was imbued with her spirit, transforming the former assassin into a godlike being, able to perform amazing feats. She has since traveled the world, seeing time pass and taking matters into her own hands, more or less, when she sees fit.

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• Mystiokinesis
• Necromancy
• Mist Control
• Umbrakinesis
• Daggers
• Acrobatics

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Name: Tavore Orlenna Dyrki
Darke Name: Erovat
Age: 87
Birthday: August 11
Gender: Female
Position: Matriarch of the Dyrki

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Height: 5 foot 10 inches
Weight: 145 pounds
Build: Wiry and still atheletic for a old woman who plays a limp old hunchback
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Grey with a few strands of black
Skin Tone: Darkly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: She has a fair few scars form her life over her hands, arms and a tattoo of vine work that curls over her shoulder and back and up onto her neck. The scroll work ends in various dark eyes of various creatures. A owl peering from her neck.

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Cunning * Bossy

Personality:
Tavore rarely shies from stating her opinion and is quick to dish out punishment when it is due. A cunning old woman with a wicked tongue, hers is the lap that Grimspound grew his own wits upon. She doesn't hold to the fact she is 'commonborn' or that royals are above her. According to Tavore who sits on a throne and wears a crown is only who wants the largest target on their back. They also, according to Tavore, have the least sense.

But for her family, there is nothing the family matriarch wouldn't do. She fought in her youth for her kin and was a wild one, something she passed to her many children. Though she will mock and jab at her kin, she will rend anyone else who tries to mock her family out of line. Though as she would say 'a good ribbing never hurt anyone'. In the game of politics which she's taken up in her old age with her many relations acting as her hands and eyes, she will do what needs to be done for the best of the clan before she passes.

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Born as her own daughter was born, into a world and a clan where family and kinship was everything. Tavore grew up running wild with her brothers, sisters and numerous cousins. She learned the craft of the woods and the craft of fighting and hunting men. Raiding with the more wilder branch of the Dyrki that ranged sixty years ago, she was fourteen when she first joined. When she was sixteen she was leading the warband along with her consort, Fallon. A clever man but built like a willow and just as easy to snap. Another four years she spent raiding, she was twenty when her first child came into the world and she gave up the life of a raider and bandit.
Returning to the clan with her chosen mate and child, not to mention a loyal band of fighters. Tavore took on the position of her father's second in command as he led the clan and acted as headman. She spent this time leaving every so often and letting her children be raised by her father and siblings while she went on trading bouts or raids when bandits threatened the Dyrki's trade routes. It was on one of these travels when she was near thirty when she met Heboric, or rather she met his sword with her own. Heboric was a bandit who Tavore then played a game of cat and mouse with for a few years. It was during these years Heboric and Fallon entered into a duel over Tavore. Being jealous men and all, Tavore saw no reason to stop it and took Heboric as her husband when he killed Fallon. This irked many of her children and her family, but the tart Tavore would have none of it. Fallon and Heboric had entered into honorable combat, and Fallon had lost. That was the way it was. This set a base line for what was to come.
It was another five years after that and Tavore was nearly thirty seven when she took over the clan from her ailing father. Her child Tersa who's parentage could have been either of Tavore's two lovers, was seven or eight at the time. In all Tavore had birthed a good six children. Tavore wasted no time and more firmly cemented her clan as famed hunters and traders. Their craft and wares bringing in good and fighting bandits brought them good will. For the next fifty years Tavore ruled the clan and gave it many more children. Her husband Heboric passed when the Grandmother of the Dyrki's clan was a little over sixty. Since his death, she took a few lovers, though the family avoids speaking of it.

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• Warging- Able to use a creatures sense as her own, and control it's body. She's often wondered if her body died while she was Warging if she would be trapped in the creature to live on.
• Master Archer
• Knife throwing/Fighting
• Cane whacking
• Sharp Wit
• Iron Will

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Name: Monalisa Alyssandria Windrider
Darke Name: Asilanom
Age: 24
Birthday: 6/30
Birthplace: Just outside of Die Baie Ringstad
Residence: Wherever her horse is
Gender: Female
Culture: Nomadic
Education: Jewelery Crafting
Position: White Witch
Alignment: Chaotic Neuteral

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Height: 5'2"
Weight: 125lbs
Build: Curvy, buxom
Eyes: Mediteranian Sea Blie
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Lightly toasted
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced multiple times
Personal Style: Her hair is a wild mess of curls that usually defies taming. She keeps the mess from her face with some sort of scarf or headband. While she wears dresses, usually of a moss green, bark brown, or lilac color, she prefers garments that are easy to move in. So she tends to wear boy's tunics (of similar colors to her dresses) belted at the waist and leggings of a dark color. Her boots are well worn leather that come up to the knee and with a slight heel on them. She is also quite fond of jewelery, often wearing earrings, rings, bracelets and necklaces which compliment her outfit.

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Amiacable * Rash * Supportive * Scatterbrained * Spendthrift * Nosy

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: She is an optimistic and outgoing being. Love, sunshine, rainbows and all that happy sappy stuff. She can be a bit naive about people in that she always gives them the benefit of the doubt, despite perhaps evidence otherwise. And even when cheated, as long as an apology is given she is likely to forgive and forget. However, this can only happen so many times before she becomes cold and sharp with the person. Having grown up constantly traveling she is always looking out for a good deal and is fantastic at haggling. She can discern the value of an item quite easily and isn't afraid to say if she is feeling cheated.

Most other times she is a bit of an airhead. She can forget things easily and often daydreams about grand adventures. This can get her in trouble when she has paused far too long at the washing or cooking. The tribe has had to eat a partially burnt meal due to this carelessness here and there. Because she dreams so often, when someone shares their hopes and desires with her she is instantly ready to help them along their way to greatness. Even if this is not the best thing for the person. She is unlikely to ever talk a person down from a bad idea if it is something they want to do. Mona is a bit of a gossip as well. If there is something to be heard or known she is all ears. She tends to eavesdrop as well, not with any malice, but because such juicy stories add to her repertoire of daydreams.
Habits: Stopping at corners to see if she can hear some delicious something or another, singing or humming while working (she happens to have a lovely voice), and joining in kids games if she should see them playing - even despite being in a current conversation with someone else.
Hobbies: Spinning thread, knitting, sewing, jewelry making, dancing, and singing
Fears:

• Hunger/Starvation
• Imprisionment
• Owls

Likes:

• Wind in her hair
• New Adventures
• Working with stones
• A good stew filled with meats and vegetables
• Any sort of weather... well, except the most severe such as tornados
• Horses

Dislikes:

• Undercooked food
• Secrets
• Getting stuck in the mud - though, she loves playing in the mud!
• Rodents or insects getting into food stores
• Forests - not enough room to maneuver
• Cheapskates

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General Skills:

• Performance (Singing) - Ability to perform using their voice, can be used to make money, or to just entertain others.
• Knots - The knowledge of a great variety of knots, such as survival knots and knots used for rigging on vessels.
• Riding - The ability to ride a horse at twice the speed of an unskilled rider. This includes trick riding and basic care for the horse.
• Jewels - The ability to identify the type of jewel by using one's five senses, including determining if it is genuine or not. This also includes the ability to create crafts with them, such as jewelry.
• Haggling - The ability to dispute or bargain persistently, especially over the cost of something.
• Public Speaking - The ability to communicate with others without losing one's cool.
• Alcohol Tolerance - The ability to hold one's liquor when others fail to do so.

Cultural Skills:

• Country Knowledge (the Big Wild Land Over the Ocean) - The knowledge of the general geography of the Big Wild Land Over the Ocean. This includes the ability to find a path from one location to another, as well as a knowledge of the culture and customs of that country.
• Moedertaal - The user has complete fluency, able to read, write, and communicate in the language of the Big Wild Land Over the Ocean.
• Basic Creature Handling - The ability to keep creatures at bay without drawing blood and to intuitively understand a creature's intentions.

Occupational Skills:

• Lyte Witch Magyk - The ability to use Magyk in harmony with nature and the universal forces. This form of Magyk does not allow for harm to be caused or the performance of other malevolent acts.
• Divination - The ability to predict the future through the use of specially carved runes. This includes a Three Rune Cast and a Nine Rune Cast, as well as the ability to read runic writings.
• Astronomy - The knowledge of the movements of celestial bodies and their impact on Magyk.
• Potions - The ability to turn Magyk into a liquid form by mixing together various ingredients.
• Scream - A weapon used in harmony and disharmony by at least two or more witches, causing the victim to become still and compliant.
• FootFollowing - The ability to perfectly retrace a target's steps, as long as they can find three footprints. The downside is that they cannot stop until they reach their target, no matter what.
• Grasp - The ability to plunge someone into a trance through touch.
• Enchanting Stones - the user has the ability to imbue stones with various Magykal properties.

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothes including work and formal wear
• Jewelers Kit - Pliers, Wire Cutters, Needle and Thread, Clasp, Ruler, Wire, Ball Pein Hammer, File, Loupe, and Scale
• Necklace giving her some charm through her own Magykal ability - Helps in haggling and persuasion
• A tome depicting all sort of stones, including rare gems
• Her "Belgian" horse, Constance
• Flint and steel
• Stilleto

Horse/Saddle Bags:

• Thick wool, waxed cloak
• A Bag of money equivalent to $50 American dollars
• 10 days rations - jerky, cheese, bread, and some apples
• Waxed tarping
• A small tent
• Maps of the regions
• Skinning knife

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Your Path: In her tribe of Windriders, there is a family of White Witches. Their abilities tending toward the more natural side of things - plants, herbalism, potions. However, Mona's abilities tended to connect more with rock and stone. She could breathe spells, charms really, into whatever piece of jewelry she created. This did not mean she did not understand or have these abilities, just that her specialty was with stone, as her family's was with plant.

General History: She was born to a tribe of nomads, the Windwalkers. The moved as the breeze and the greenery demanded. In her first few year, she had never seen the snow. Because her family was communal she had no specific mother or father nor any sense of true brother or sister. Eceryone was together as a whole. While, for most, this may seem confusing but it was al she had known growing up. Adults decided on which youngsters would marry whom. In her teenage year, she was briefly engaged to a young man who was, just half a year later, gored by a buffalo like a creature upon the plains. Since then she has advocated for herself, saying that if she is to marry it will be to bring fresh blood into the tribe. After her to be husbands death no one objected. In their minds, she was a widower.

Her first true connection with stones happened at the age of four. She had found a smooth opal in a market and the pair conversed for a few minutes in front of a man's stall before he shooed her away. Talking to rocks was not about to bring the wealthy who could afford his wares about. She went back with coin and bought the opal. It was a couple of years before she sold the stone. She had spent time learning the wireworking and threading that went into making jewelry. The necklace she had made was extravagant and it was bought quickly by a young man wishing to gain a woman's favor. From that moment onwards she knew that she would forever be a jeweler.

Upon attaining her twentieth year she has decided to travel about, on her own. She wishes to gain experiences and learn new things to bring back to the tribe. She has declared she is a Windwalker through and through. She has no plans to leave them permanantely. But Mona feels, in order to find her true place n life she must do as nomads often do, and wander. On her own, she works with jewels and sells the subsequent jewelry which grants the wearer some bit of Magyk. A necklace to allow you to speak to others better, a ring that makes you more beautiful, or a bracelet to enhance your creative skills. Her abilities bring out the best in people through her craft.

Thoughts on the Sickenesse: "The Sickness? Well, I couldn't be sure. I ain't no doctor or nothin. I imagine its something like the difference between the poor and the rich. One is more likey to get sick due to some reason or another. I work with metal and gems. Not people. That question be best axed of a doctor."

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Character Quote: In regards to the world: "Look honey, I just live in it."
Theme Song:

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Morwen
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Name: Halley Tracey Banner, Princess of Asgard, the Mistress of Chaos
Darke Name: Yellah
Age: Appears 19 (9,997 years old)
Birthday: March 26th
Birthplace: Asgard
Residence: Family home on Asgard near the All-Father's Palace
Gender: Female
Culture: Asgardian
Education: Midgardian Physics and Chaos Magyk Manipulation
Position: Mistress of Chaos - Myth of Four
Alignment: Lawful Good

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Height: 5'5"
Weight: 106 pounds
Build: Skinny
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown; Tips dyed pink
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Lengthy scar on her back - she never talks about it
Personal Style: Like her mother and 'aunt', Halley likes dresses. They're flowing and comfortable. She finds that they accessorize well with most traveling cloaks and allow for the concealment of weapons, without making her feel too hot or overheated in warm climates. She prefers to have her hair up and uses her powers to give a little pop of pink to the ends, perhaps the only small hint of what lies underneath the self control and repression. She doesn't mind filth on her clothes, as a scientist with a clean outfit clearly isn't doing much in the way of science to begin with.

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Clever * Rule Oriented * Dedicated * Elitist * Compassionate * Harsh

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: As most likely the first Asgardian mutant and one gifted with control over Chaos Magyk, Halley's parents were rather strict with their firstborn child. She was not allowed to use her powers without their permission. They had rules that needed to be followed and they ensured that Halley could restrain her emotions if needed. While they loosened up with her siblings, it ensured that Halley was extremely rule oriented - but also self righteous, believing that what is lawful and what has been done previous must be right. Deviating from that, even for a good cause, is inherently wrong and must be punished harshly.

Like her father and mother, Halley is rather clever and academically gifted. She is a bit of an elitist like her mother was as a girl, believing that Midgardians are simply incapable of handling the sort of cosmic threats that Asgardians to - of course, with a few exceptions that prove the rules. Trying to accomplish something outside of one's skill level isn't heroic, it's idiotic and a waste of time and energy. Despite this harsh look, that doesn't mean she isn't compassionate for the struggle of others out in the Nine Realms. She loves Midgard - it's her father's homeland - and wants to see it protected. She just doesn't have any illusions that the Midgardians could handle someone along the lines of Loki.

Habits: Crossing her arms, Biting her lip
Hobbies: Stargazing, Journaling
Fears:

• Losing control
• Ragnarok
• Someone collecting all the бесконачни каменци

Likes:

• Reading
• Science
• Traveling
• The Woods
• Space
• Owls

Dislikes:

• Rule Breaking
• Inhibitors
• Tyrants
• Remakes
• Hypocrites
• Myths that paint her or her family as monsters to be feared

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General Skills:

• Astronomy - The ability to read the heavens and use the movements of the stars as a map. This includes knowledge of the phases of the moon and their significance in indicating the time of year, as well as the impact on the tides.
• Physics - The user has a high degree of knowledge and familiarity with physics, the natural science that studies matter and its motion and behavior through space and time and that studies the related entities of energy and force
• Mathematics - The user has a high degree of knowledge and familiarity with mathematics, the study of such topics as quantity, structure, space, and change.
• Swimming - The ability to swim great distances without drowning or excessively tiring. This includes being able to tread water for up to five hours.
• Perception - The ability to notice things that others may overlook. This does not include items and beings of Magykal origin. For that, see Sense Magyk.
• Medicine - The user has a high degree of knowledge and familiarity with medicine, the science and practice of the diagnosis, treatment, and prevention of disease. This is different from healing through Physik, yet may be used in harmony with it to provide a better patient outcome than either skill could achieve on their own.
• Court Etiquette - The knowledge of how to act with regards to the Castle's Royal Family and other visiting nobles. This includes awareness of proper manners of address and customs.

Cultural Skills:

• All-Tongue - The ability to "speak" every language, in which what they say is understood by every species in their own native tongue.
• Knowledge of the Nine Realms - The knowledge of how to navigate the Nine Realms, as well as an understanding of the basic culture and technological level of each system, and what constitutes proper behavior within each realm. This includes fluency in the tongue of the Asgardians, Ancient Norse.
• Midgardian 21st Century History - The user is an expert in the culture, society, and history of Earth in the 21st Century, a period which has fallen into obscurity and scarcely remembered by even the most avid historians. This includes fluency in Olde English.

Occupational Skills:

• Chaos Magyk - The ability to use Chaos Magyk, making the user capable of warping, manipulating and/or reconstructing reality and the very fabric of existence.
• Enhanced Durability - The user's physical durability (ability to endure/resist damage) is very high, allowing them to take numerous blows of internal or external assaults before succumbing to the effects.
• Weapon Summoning (Alfina)- The user can call their weapon back to them if they ever become separated from it.
• Enhanced Agility - User with this ability can go from one motion to another effortlessly, effectively dodge attacks, swing from things easily, sprint, do back-flips and numerous other gymnastic, athletic and martial implements with little effort
• Enhanced Healing - The ability to heal much faster than an average healing. This also allows them to have a far longer lifespan than would be normal.
• Sword Fighting - Proficiency with a blade longer than 14 inches in combat, including the general rules of etiquette for dueling.
• Staff Fighting - Proficiency in combat with a simple long slender, blunt, hand-held, generally wooden 'stick,' such as a staff, cane, walking stick, baton or something similar.

What Is On Your Person:

• Talisman (Alfina) - Enchanted with a worthiness enchantment, this weapon curiously seems to sense Halley's needs and will change form to meet them. Alfina most often will appear as a sword, though on some occasions will shift into a staff.
• Outfit - Hunting dress, fingerless gloves, hood, boots
• Satchel - carrying various currencies, as well as six assorted potions and remedies (will cure light to moderate wounds, 1d20 roll on effectiveness)
• Comet Pendant
• Journal and Pen

Residence:

• Spare clothing - formal, winter, and summer
• Old, completed diaries
• Maps of various night skies - typically Midgardian and Asgardian skies
• Assorted textbooks - 21st Century and On

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Your Path: Halley didn't choose to have the ability to control Chaos Magyk - she was born to it. Some may believe that her path is to become a fearsome cosmic force for evil and destruction, to cause Ragnarok to finally occur and lay waste to everything she cares about. Halley believes that her purpose in life is to study the stars, to discover new galaxies, to bring honor to Asgard and her family. She is also meant to protect the Nine Realms from threats beyond their capabilities. She has these powers - and with that, comes a great responsibility. She doesn't really believe she has a choice in that.

General History: Halley was born on Asgard to Runa, the Goddess of Lies and Lance Banner, a mutant scientist from Midgard. The possibility of her birth itself had been a hotly debated topic on Asgard, never within earshot of her parents of course, due to what it could mean. She would likely inherit the X-gene from her father, giving her mutant abilities - and at the same time, she would be half Asgardian. The unorthodox genetic combination resulted in Halley becoming the first Asgardian mutant - though she was not the last.

Her parents spoke Ancient Norse and Olde English to her side by side, causing her to become bilingual in the two languages. Her grandfather, Bruce Banner, lived with them on Asgard and he would tell her stories about Midgard during the 21st century, with its valiant heroes and formidable foes. Her love of stories came from sitting outside with Grandpa Banner, looking up at the stars and thinking back to the age of heroes.

At age six, she began to show signs of powers. Flowers would turn into bubbles; a ladle became a storybook; and the stuffed owl from Midgard her father had given her as a baby began to fly around the home. Her parents consulted with the All-Father, realizing that she was displaying a gift for Chaos Magyk, a force that if not properly handled threatened existence itself. Upon the advice of the All-Father, Halley was given a talisman to channel her abilities at a young age, helping her to learn and grow with them. Her parents also established a set of rules, which molded Halley's personality into becoming the rule stickler that she is today.

Of her siblings, she was always the closest with her brother Bruce, her younger by two years. But with the lifespan of an Asgardian, they were practically considered to be twins - two years are nothing. They studied and fought together, learning Midgardian physics from their father. Halley found that she had a keen interest for science and reading, causing her to spend a fair portion of her childhood with her nose in a book. Her parents and family also helped her and her siblings learn to control their abilities.

At one point, she went and lived on Midgard for some time, earning three PhD's - one in physics, one in astronomy, and one in mathematics. She also earned her MD in medicine at another point. However, she quickly returned to Asgard, as her youngest sibling - Nova - had used her powers to prevent them from aging past a certain point. It was difficult to live amongst Midgardians for long and blend in, when she had looked 18 for thousands of years and would not age at all.

Currently, Halley continues to live on Asgard with her family. She prefers Midgardian science to Magyk, a fact that amuses her father. Her life's calling is to investigate the wonders of the universe, but also to protect the Nine Realms - especially her father's planet of origin. There are a few individuals currently alive with a lineage that interests her and her siblings in particular as well.

Thoughts on the Murders: Halley hasn't looked too much into the murders in the Castle. It's tradition on Asgard to not interfere with Midgardian affairs - essentially, it's a rule that should be followed unless it's something beyond the capabilities of Midgardians. A vigilante going around killing people? She would pity them if they weren't able to handle it themselves. These sort of things will resolve themselves and if they don't catch the murderer, well, the murderer will probably die of old age soon - in the next sixty years or so.

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Character Quote: "Without order, chaos reigns."
Theme Song: Gasoline by Halsey
Anything Else: ~included in previous CS~
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

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Name: Asha Aravisa, Magykal Advisor to the Emperor
Darke Name: Ahsa
Age: 21
Birthday: October 2nd
Gender: Female
Position: Magykal Advisor to Emperor Taj

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Height: 5'5"
Weight: 110
Build: Limber
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Dark
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Triple pierced ears; faded scars up and down her arms

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Playful * Vengeful

Personality:

Asha is a mischievous soul, enjoying poking fun at others - especially her brother. (He is, in her opinion, far too stuffy and could use to lighten up a little bit). The world could use a little more laughter, in order to spare some of the pain associated with the natural occurrences in life: broken hearts, loss, illness, betrayal, and much more... While she may smile at perhaps the wrong time or find a situation to be silly that others find seriousness, do not mistake her as being heartless. Asha has dedicated herself to helping others, choosing to walk her path in her own manner and to protect more than just her own country.

It is her duty to help those in need and to prevent evil from triumphing, no matter what shape or form this may be. While her brother may be the emperor, she does not always agree with the rule of law. It has its benefits, yet also its limitations. Similarly, however, the world cannot operate on chaos and anarchy - there needs to be a balance between the two. She walks the grey line between them, sometimes a vigilante and at others, a stout upholder of the law. Whatever the situation needs, she will be.

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Asha's mother was the Empress of the Big Wild Land Over the Ocean and her father was one of the chief warriors. As she was an illegitimate child and the Empress was often too busy running the state, Asha was sent to live with her father and his wife. She grew up not knowing that her mother was the Empress either, in order to allow her to live a normal life with her half-brother, Taj. The two of them would spar together and head out into the Wild Lands near their home, camping out and gazing up at the stars. They made up stories about them, preferring them to the written legends.

She was roughly ten years old when her father and brother went off to escort the Empress to meet with the True North, a nation lying on their northern borders. She stayed behind, being too young to be a member of the military. However, the soldiers never returned. Word spread that there had been an attack by a group of rogues and that none of the soldiers had survived. The Empress did not return either and the people elected a new emperor, Emperor Khalfani. Khalfani discovered that Asha was the daughter of the late Empress and he banished her from Die Baie Ringstad without an explanation.

She went out into the wilderness, using the skills she learned from a young age in order to survive. Eventually, she stumbled across a gigantic ruin. In these ruins, with strange writing she could not understand, she found the Power Stone. It was placed in a containment vessel and she studied quickly, realizing that she could use it to become the most Magykal person in the world. She taught herself Magyk for years as she traveled these ruins, eventually returning to Die Baie Ringstad when she heard that her brother had returned alive. He had been elected Emperor and he undid Asha's banishment, naming her as his Magykal Advisor and making her next to be the Emperor, should he have an untimely death (until one could be elected, of course).

She has been spending a majority of her time studying the инфинити стонес, attempting to get locations on them and ensure that whoever uses them knows the great cost.

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• ExtraOrdinary Magyk - The ability to perform all spells without the aid of a Charm. However, this does not guarantee success. Additionally, spells may be performed non-verbally.
• Sense Magyk - The ability to detect Magykal auras and See enchantments. This is a passive skill.
• The Ancient Ways - The knowledge of how to find and use the Ancient Ways, in order to travel near instantaneously from point A to point B across large distances. This skill requires the use of either a map, a memorized hub point, or the assistance of a PathFinder.
• Potions - The ability to turn Magyk into a liquid form by mixing together various ingredients.
• Charms and Spells - The knowledge of incantations for the most commonly used spells by the practitioner. This includes the ability to create new Charms - however, the Charm must be made immediately after the thought has formed or it will lose power.
• Power Stone Usage (Advanced) - the user is skilled in the use of the stone which embodies the destructive force of the universe, granting its wielder tremendous energy manipulation capabilities. It must be kept in a containment device or the user will perish within 1d4 rounds. This has a 75% chance of working on any given event (working is defined as some effect happening. It may or may not be to the strength the user desired).
• Herbology - The ability to use plants and fungi in order to produce a desired Magykal effect. This is typically used in tandem with Physik and the creation of potions.
• Country Knowledge (the Big Wild Land Over the Ocean) - The knowledge of the general geography of the Big Wild Land Over the Ocean. This includes the ability to find a path from one location to another, as well as a knowledge of the culture and customs of that country.
• Moedertaal - The user has complete fluency, able to read, write, and communicate in the language of the Big Wild Land Over the Ocean.
• Technological Proclivity - The user has an innate talent for all things related to technology, due to the high level of sophistication of the Big Wild Land Over the Ocean.
• Swimming - The ability to swim great distances without drowning or excessively tiring. This includes being able to tread water for up to five hours.
• Running - The ability to run long distances at speeds greater than those unskilled.
• Leadership - The ability to guide a group of individuals, teams, or organizations.
• Creature Handling - The ability to keep creatures at bay without drawing blood and to intuitively understand a creature's intentions. The user also has proficiency in training animals, calming animals, and has a quickly formed bond with a new creature they encounter.
• Survival - The ability to keep oneself and others safe while in unknown terrain.
• Performance (Singing) - Ability to perform using their voice, can be used to make money, or to just entertain others.
• Sword Fighting - Proficiency with a blade longer than 14 inches in combat, including the general rules of etiquette for dueling.