Appearance: Just shy of six feet tall with a slender build that is stronger than his appearance would lead you to believe. His skin is fair with a light olive tone to it without any visible blemishes or adornments. His hair is wood brown with a hint of red in it and is kept short and neatly trimmed. His eyes are leaf green and deeply set in his round, youthful face, which he keeps clean-shaven. His ears taper to slight points on the top, not prominent, but enough to be noticeable.
Name: Velu Edricsson
Race: Elf
Class: Red Mage (AKA Battle Mage)
Rank: Copper (New Recruit)
Affinities:
Earth

Water

Attributes:
Strength: Average
Intelligence: High
Agility: Average
Dexterity: Low
Constitution: Low
Resilience: Excellent

Brief Backstory: Velu was born and raised in the forest just outside the capital city of the Kingdom of Dawn. The elves of the forest, while techinically within the bounds of the Kingdom of Dawn, hold no loyalty to the kingdom or its rulers, which tends to lead to trouble when the people of the kingdom come into conflict with the elves of the forest as each will appeal to their own ruler for justice, and each ruler will almost invariably take the side of their own citizen. The enmity between the two kingdoms (for the elves consider themselves to be their own kingdom, though surrounded on all sides by the Kingdom of Dawn) is nearly as great as that which the Royal Guard have for the Adventurer's Guild. Within this climate, Velu tried his best to live as normal a life as possible, and that meant avoiding all contact with the citizens of the Kingdom of Dawn, which year by year seem to be encroaching further into the Elven Forest, be it for hunting or logging or adventure or some other reason. Unfortunately, this led to Velu confining himself to the innermost depths of the forest, which quickly became incredibly boring. Now, having grown tired of his mundane and sequestered life, Velu has left the forest, looking for what he has heard talk of among some of the people that ventured too far into the forest: The Adventurer's Guld, where he hopes to find just that, adventure.
Weapons: a light, but sturdy longsowrd
Abilities: Velu, like many of his brethren, was taught the use of the sword at an early age, due to the ever-present threat of conflict with the outside kingdom and the need many elves felt to defend themselves should this arise. Velu was a competent swordsman who has always trained hard, but his skill has begun to lose its edge from disuse.
Velu is also an accomplished mage. He discovered his talent for magic early on and trained with one of the local magi of the forest. Most elves specialize in magic related to the earth and the life that flows from, and ultimately returns to, it. Velu's affinities lie in the earth and the water that flows through and nourishes it. He uses this magic mainly in helping to prepare land for various types of work or in bringing forth water in times of drought. His ability to use his magic effectively in combat is currently untested. He also longs to learn more practical magic that can be used in combat, either offensively, or defensively - spells to attack, and spells to protect and heal.

Name: Patches White Paw
Race: Felis
Class: Paladin
Rank: Copper (new recruit)
Affinities: Light, Spirit (Body)

Attributes
Strength: Excellent
Intelligence: Low
Agility: High
Dexterity: Low
Constitution: Average
Resilience: Average

Brief Backstory: Patches White Paw is a kind and friendly Paladin, sent on a quest by his Clan Mother. He was tasked with helping end the curse that effects all Felis. You see, many Millenia who, Felis were known for their long live. This was because they in fact had nine. A Felis could live nearly a thousand years. But, for reasons unknown to historians, the Felis were cursed. Each life stripped back to a mere fifteen years. Now only living for a hundred and fifty years, the Felis were forced to adapt.
Now, Millenia after the cursing, Patches is the next in a long line of noble warriors to carry on the quest for returning the lives of Felis.
Only half way through his second life, he has done little of note. He has decided to join the Adventurer’s Guild in search of allies and training.
Weapons: A battered long sword resized for use of the Felis. Work plate armour that belonged to his predecessor.
Abilities: Patches is an accomplished swordsman. Despite his small stature, he is agile enough to level the playing field against opponent of normal height. Coupled with his affinity for Spirit (body), Patches’ fighting style is very similar to Yoda’s in Revenge of the Sith.

Name: Arden Thorn (Arverisden Tharuen -Elven)
Race: Elven
Class: Fire sword
Rank: Silver
Affinities: Fire (red) Spirit (body)

Attributes


Brief Backstory: An Elven lord of royal blood. A distant descendant too far removed to be noticed as a candidate for the throne, and too uninterested to care. Many opportunities were thrust upon him, an excellent education, ownership and business paths, political careers, oversite and education. But none of those fed into his great wander lust, his sense of thrill seeking adventure and most importantly, his need for purpose. That need to know he was helping people and making the world a better place.
Weapons: Sword and Golden Armour
Abilities: A skilled swordsman, he was professionally trained. His style is one of skilled calculation over brute force, knowing his limits and studying/reading his opponents he uses momentum and balance to out wit his enemy. His magic, as if personifying his personality, the manifestation of his will and determination, is flames that lick his body and/or weapons. He throws this fire around to gain combat advantage or uses the energy to enhance his speed and strength.

Name: Arden Thorn (Arverisden Tharuen -Elven)
Race: Elven
Class: Fire sword
Rank: Silver
Affinities: Fire (red) Spirit (body)

Attributes


Brief Backstory: An Elven lord of royal blood. A distant descendant too far removed to be noticed as a candidate for the throne, and too uninterested to care. Many opportunities were thrust upon him, an excellent education, ownership and business paths, political careers, oversite and education. But none of those fed into his great wander lust, his sense of thrill seeking adventure and most importantly, his need for purpose. That need to know he was helping people and making the world a better place.
Not one for rules himself, he was quickly drawn in by the stories and reputation of the Adventurers guild. It sounded like a fun bunch to call family and so, soon after learning of them, he did.
Weapons: Sword and Golden Armour
Abilities: A skilled swordsman, he was professionally trained. His style is one of skilled calculation over brute force, knowing his limits and studying/reading his opponents he uses momentum and balance to out wit his enemy. His magic, as if personifying his personality, the manifestation of his will and determination, is flames that lick his body and/or weapons. He throws this fire around to gain combat advantage or uses the energy to enhance his speed and strength.