Born just outside a small village nestled among forgotten woodlands and rolling hills, second child and only son to the executioner. Senan joined his father on hunts from a young age. At first not much more than an observer, he picked up on skills such as archery and animal handling quickly. Aged eighteen the boy returned home from a trip to market, finding his father hanged from a tree. An ironic fate, such was the cost of poaching under Forest Law. By this stage his sister had married and left the village, leaving Senan and his mother alone. Senan took on the role as executioner. While the money was welcome, like many of his ilk he became a social outcast, as his father before him. His new occupation only lasted a few months. For when the village was raided by marauding brigands, few were left to live. What happened in the years leading up to the present day, or how Senan joined the ranks of the Rangers, is known only to a select few.

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Lir's size and appearance give him a commanding presence. Combining power and swiftness with sight, the hounds primary responsibilities in the group lie with hunting and guard duty. While the particular breed tends not to always shine as a watchdog without training, their size is plenty deterrent. Around those he is familiar with, Lir is friendly, trusting and reliable. However, he holds a suspicious disposition to strangers and other animals, chasing, tackling and pouncing on anything that moves rapidly. Despite his age (given the breed's usual life expectancy), Lir is a surprisingly spry and agile creature who is intelligent and has ample capacity for independence. Full of life and personality, truly man's best friend.

Jesper's hot-headed brother. His use of a longsword is something to be noted, but his temper is to be equally noted as it can be quite dangerous with fists ready to strike all too easily. Jesper stole his attention, and as much as he cares for his dear younger sister who has since strayed further from the family than socially acceptable even to the small village's standards, he holds quite a grudge against her. To his comrades, he is seen as hardworking and determined, but to his closest, there is vengeance that needs relieving.

He is a baker's son, who was caught stealing at a young age. His reputation was unable to be shaken from his name, and for such a reason, his nature began molding around the unmerciful side of humanity. If there was no mercy for him, then why should he be anything different? If treachery was able to grant him what he wanted, save the pettiness of honor, why shall he suffer and toil for something he shall never obtain?