Griffon comes from a small village, far on the outskirts of no where and I think I’ve seen that tree before. It was a small farming village, Larozenia, There wasn’t much to write home about at the village. The lord who ruled over them was fairly kind and fair to the villagers, he didn’t tax them too harshly and would accept their crops, or wool… whatever they managed to make, as payment when money was tight. The village itself was far out of the way of most people, so they never did see a whole lot of travelers.

The villagers made most of their money selling to various traveling adventurers and merchants who’d make their way through to trade and sell wares. Griffon was the son of a beer maker, often during his childhood his father would send him out with the scythe to harvest the grains. This may have been where his love for the weapon began. The villages life was peaceful and often Griffon’s father would try to get him to learn how to brew the beer… but he was met with the same response each time. “DON’T WANNA!”

When his father would ask him why, Griffon would shy away from an answer… normally instead running off to go play with his friends shouting “It’s a secret!” But… One day, when he was a little older, he decided to let his father in on the secret. “I want to be one of the great heros!” He shouted proudly holding his scythe up to the air. His father simply laughed and pat his son on the head… before heading back to work.

That was the last real conversation Griffon had with his father. After that, things got… dark. Monsters befell the village, with it being so far from any reinforcement’s it was left to the town guard to try to protect it! But the once noble lord, called them all to his mansion, to defend himself and his staff. The villagers stood no chance against the monsters. Griffon’s father did his best to protect the family, trying to hide them away… but Griffon didn’t hide, he wanted to be a hero! He rushed for the shed where the tools were kept and took up his mighty scythe!

He charged at the beasts that tried to kill his family, preparing to swing his mighty weapon! But… it was shattered in an instant, the beasts claws tearing through the wooden handle as if it were paper. Griffon was left speechless, his weapon destroyed, staring eye to eye with a monster about to do to him what it did to his scythe. As the beast went to strike him, his father leaped in the way, taking the hit.

“RUN!” The last words his father ever said, like a good son, Griffon obeyed his fathers orders and ran. He didn’t know where to go, he just ran. A few days past, the village was in shambles and his family was no more. A merchant had been kind enough to take him in for a little while, dropping him off in a fairly well populated village.

He didn’t want to give up his dream… He had seen how weak he was. This time, Griffon dedicated himself to becoming an adventurer. But he needed money and weapons… He managed to convince a local blacksmith to take him on as an apprentice… at first things were clumsy, he’d be yelled at often. His master would call him rocks for brains, scythe freak, wanna-be hero… all sorts of nasty names. But it didn’t dissuade him from his goal.

As time went on, he learned the tricks of the trade and the yelling became a thing of the past. He didn’t screw up the material mixtures, or over head the metal anymore. He even got quite good at sewing… though he doesn’t brag about that too much.

When the time came, his master allowed him to make one weapon, using the materials they had… a weapon he could take with him on his adventuring. That is the scythe that he currently wields today. It’s nothing special, a simple scythe, but it’s constructed well and the wood used for it’s handle section came from his old village.

Griffon started his adventuring career! It started off simple enough, some balloons here and there… a couple wolve’s going after some traveling merchants. Truth be told, he hasn’t been adventuring too long, he spent most of his life at the blacksmiths learning how to forge weapons… and when he wasn’t doing that he’d go out to the forest and practice with them till the sun had completely vanished and the moon was far over head…

But recently he’d taken up a job clearing out some bandits from a mining facility. The villagers were too afraid to confront them themselves and he gladly took up the job… though it was rough going, the bandit leader was quite strong and Griffon felt like he was going to die… he managed to pull it out somehow and was even given some ore as a reward… all in all, it was a fairly good job for him.

Now though, he hears tell that the waves are coming and the heroes will be summoned… He’s looking forward to finally getting his chance to shine, among the heroes of legend… even if it’s just as a companion.

Biography: Frederick was born into a loving household in the state of Georgia. His mother was a nurse at the local clinic and his Father was a carpenter and a general contractor. When Frederick was 7 his father let him enter his study. It was a collection room of things throughout history. Frederick's father was an antique collector on the side. His Father let him look around the room and even touch some of the things if he was careful. Whenever Fredrick had a question he could answer it with no hesitation. Fredrick found a whole new world that he could discover for himself and from that moment on he knew what he wanted to do.

Frederick was a fast grower so by the age of 10 he was already 5’4” and weighed 140 pounds. Then Frederick Father said your getting fat and took him on jobs with him whenever time allowed. The first week was like hell for Frederick. It was hot and muggy and he was moving 50 pound sacks around all day. He was hammering pouring and doing so much that his body would ache all night. But by the end of the week the aching was slightly better. And to an even greater surprise his dad handed him a hundred bucks. His father said that's your pay for helping out. This was a lot of money for young Frederick. With a heavy incentive to keep working he did. The first thing he spent his money on was on an antique pocket watch. With the help of his father he found this beauty for around 300 dollars


Frederick continued saving money up for schooling. However it seemed he didn’t need to do it as he got a full ride to Harvard. This would be the first time he had been away from his family and on his own. He was nervous but excited

He was nervous at first but he quickly made friends and studied the social sciences and history. He got his Bachelors and Masters in 6 years. During those 6 years of study he made friends here and there but most of them were the ones he was going to forget about by the semester but there was one that stuck out to him. This nerdy guy named Anthony Rigs wanted to be an archaeologist and help preserve ruin sites across the world. Anthony inspired Frederick to keep going through school even though it was hard at times and Frederick did the same for him. They became best friends and soon they would make a name together discovering a new site for archaeology in Brazil.

However this adventure had to come to an end as Frederick father had had a heart attack on the job. Frederick dropped his research and went to his father's side. His Father wasn’t doing well, He would live but he would take a long time to recover. His Father told Frederick to go back and continue with his life and that he would be okay. Frederick couldn’t bear the thought of leaving his father like this and he stayed

Later Anthony would be accredited world wide for this contribution to the understanding of ancient civilization in Brazil. Anthony tried to make sure Fredrick was accredited not only because he was there with Anthony but because Frederick was the one who discovered the site. But the media had basically covered his name up to make for a more interesting story. And so just 2 years later Frederick was a professor at the University of Georgia teaching history and Frederick was living a life traveling all over the world being a modern days Indiana Jones. They still keep in contract and Frederick helps them out now and then with the research end it. But there is a distance between them that never closed.

Although Frederick didn’t think he would end up teaching in his home state he did find it rewarding to guide youth. He had fun being involved in these people's lives. Even to the point where his students would call him a friend. And as friends usually do they shared there interest with one another. Ena was one such friend. Ena grew up in japan and Frederick loved finding out about the history and culture of japan as he found it to be so very different then his life in america. Eventually Ena said to read this book. Frederick had heard of them they are called Manga. Fredrick said he would do it within the week and they parted ways.

Two days later Frederick was grading papers at home when he came across Ena’s work. Ena always did fantastic work and argued points elegantly so it was a bit of delight for Frederick especially today when most of the papers feel so similar that he wants to mark them for plagiarizing. After he finished grading another masterpiece from Ena, Frederick decided to take a break and read that manga he had been given. Frederick was a little reserved about it because he wasn’t a fan of comics as a kid but he was willing to give it a shout because it was something Ena enjoyed so it must have some merit to it. But as he began to read it he was whisked away to somewhere else, book still in hand

A wallet holding a some things( Some money, credit and debit card, Sams Club membership card, His driving license and social security)
Gum(about 7 sticks left)
A Gold Ring with a Ruby fixed to it(not a big one though)
Some pens and pencils
A Whole pack of sharpies(24 of assorted colors)
That Manga he was reading(First volume of Berserk)
And lastly his pocket watch

Ely's life is one full of heartbreak and sorrow not by any real fault of her own. In her family, she was the fifth and last child of a demi-human family. At first, the peasant family lived peacefully in a little hamlet in the countryside until a group of bandits descended upon the small village.

The bandits killed every man that stood up to them and even killed a few of the women and children just to break the spirits of the people. The bandits had decided they were going to kill Ely's mother and father to prove a point to the somewhat large family. Her two brothers wouldn't stay down and accept their fate deciding for a last ditch effort to take out the bandits and run. Sadly though they didn't even take a single bandit down. All four were then killed leaving Ely and her two older sisters alive.

The bandits chose to make the remaining demi-humans into workers for them. The next few years were spent cleaning clothes, cooking meals, and other similar tasks. About two years before the first wave would come nearly half of the camp became ill of some disease that they were unable to identify. Among that number was Ely's oldest sister. Any attempt to heal the sick was a miserable failure, and they all soon realized that there was only one option left. Each ill, even the sick bandits, gave up their lives so that they wouldn't cause harm to the remaining people.

After this things became somewhat easier. The bandits were now being run by someone different due to the previous leader dying among the ill. This new leader decided that they would treat their servants better seeing as they were basically the backbone of the camp. (It most certainly had nothing to do with the fact that they outnumbered the bandits 3 to 1 and hadn't applied any slave crests) Before, all they ever got to eat tended to be scraps, but now they had the same nourishment as some of the youngest fighters. They were given new clothes so that they weren't stuck in rags. The bandits even got them beds and rooms of their own. The slaves turned into serfs. Not that much better, but at least they had a way to survive easier.

Somehow though it seemed as if the universe didn't want Ely to have a happy life. As the bandits had lost half of their fighting power it was only a matter of time for another nefarious group to take notice and advantage of this. They didn't stand a chance against the assault and most ran rather than fight which caused the weaker among the camp to be brutally slaughtered like wolves had caught their prey. As soon as Ely realized what was going on she and her sister began running. They were only lucky because the two were some of the quickest in the camp from having to run back and forth between different areas of the camp during the day. Ely and her sister made it into the forest but they were being followed closely. When the opportunity arrived, Ely's sister forced her to hide in a small hole telling her that she would lead them away and come right back.

Elysia stayed in that hiding space for hours. Nearly a day. The fighting had obviously stopped but the young demi-human still hoped that her sister was coming back. As the night sky reached it's fullest, Ely finally decided to try leaving from her spot. She could tell that in the distance her home was still being occupied by the boisterous celebration of the people who had attacked them. She ran in the direction that her sister had gone in. She stopped when she came upon a clearing and she could smell blood. Cautiously, Elysia searched the area until she found the source of the smell. She found her sister leaning against a tree injured. She had gotten hurt running away but was making her way back to Elysia when she couldn't go on anymore.

Ely tried to help her sister up but she wasn't strong enough. In the distance, they could hear some chatter coming their way. Elysia was told to run but she didn't want to, crying and begging for her sister to come with her. Ely's sister took off her cloak thrusting it into Ely's hands telling her that she wanted her to keep herself and it safe and promising that she wouldn't die until Ely was able to give it back to her. The young Ely naively believing her sister ran. The next few days were mostly a blur to Elysia. Sleepless nights under the cold night sky, running from other various dangers, and scavenging for 'food' in order to survive. Eventually, she found herself in the capital of Melromarc.

She found her way to an area where people were selling their goods. She saw a big juicy apple and was determined to eat it. Surprisingly enough, she was easily able to hide amongst the crowd inching her way closer and closer. The cloak she wore easily hid her obvious demi-human features so that she looked like any normal child. Once she made it to the apple merchants station she bided her time waiting for his attention to be drawn and the moment and opportunity arose she took it swiping one of the apples and slipping back into the crowd.

Once she was certain no one had seen her she ran towards the closest alleyway determined to sink her teeth into the big red treat. But when she pulled it out of her pocket she discovered all she had was a stale piece of bread. Behind her, a tall slender figure stepped out of the shadows. At first, he mocked her for how easy it was to take the fruit from her but ended up complimenting her saying she was a natural. The man offered to teach her how to 'properly' use her skills in payment of coin and Intel.

From then until now, Elysia was taught how to steal and gather information by lurking in the shadows and from right under the noses of her victims. She doesn't know the name of her teacher but she is grateful to him for teaching her how to survive on her own. Knowing that the waves are coming soon and that the four legendary heroes were going to be summoned, Elysia saw that as the perfect opportunity to get the ultimate repayment to her teacher. She's hoping that she'll be able to sneak into the castle with the adventures who are joining the heroes, in hopes that she can join a hero's party thinking she may be able to get valuable information or a good chunk of coin.