Name: Inais (No last name that he can recall)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: A relaxed looking individual, Inais stands at about 6'1. His hair a dark black, about shoulder length and parted away from his eyes to allow him to see clearly. His current hair is quite long in the back and he keeps it tied up in a small ponytail on the back of his head. His eyes are a dark bronze. He is usually seen in his regular leather clothing and tunic when he is not in attire needed of him.


Birthplace: He believes he was born and raised in Khrousahvell. That is the city he currently calls home.
Status or Nobility?: Commoner status. Though he does work for the Sanctum with the priests. He does not lead religious services of any kind, he merely tidies up the place and takes odd jobs around the city.

Knack for magic or fighting prowess: He has received minimal training from a few close friends who went on to become knights for the King. Though those friends quickly moved on when duty called. The training he received was when he was quite young so he has not had any chance to hone his swordsmanship. He is blessed with hidden potential and has plenty of room to grow.

Personality: In the past the main thing driving the young Inais was to make a name for himself. He used to be rather quiet and reserved but through working with the priests and worshipers of the Sanctum in the Holy Kingdom he has broken out of that shell and became quite the talker. He idolizes knights and the King of the Holy Kingdom and plans to travel the world in safe travels hoping to let the land of Ruyunae know his name.
Though most of his aspirations changed when he got a bit older. He is kept under strict watch by the priests of the Sanctum and this has caused him to grow slightly angry with the Sanctum. Those that speak with Inais will tell you that he is a friendly face and eager to talk your ear off. That may be a fault given how he can be a bit gullible even for his somewhat matured age.

Brief Background: Inais has lived in the Holy Kingdom for as long as he can remember. He has worked with the Priests of the Sanctum in the Holy Kingdom since he was a boy and life was much more simple back then. He would help out with whatever needed doing and as he matured he sort of took charge of maintenance of the Sanctum. They were small odd jobs as he was certainly no carpenter and had no knack for magic at the time. Then things changed drastically when he matured even more. Now an adult the rules for him in the Sanctum changed like night to day.
He is not allowed to have his own place in the city and the Sanctum claimed ownership of his name, basically adopting him and under the High Priest's decree he was to remain in the Sanctum.
But that is no way to live. He was still permitted to leave but only for very quick shopping runs or close errands and he had a priest to go with him at all times.

Back in the Sanctum the young man would stay up late in the pondering why things had changed so much. Had he done something? It was around this time he started to have a series of visions. Visions of strange things he did not recognize. A burning sensation would overcome his body at random points during the day and anytime this happened he was quickly sent to the Sanctum's Infirmary and kept under close watch. The feelings usually subsided quickly but again, he was not permitted to leave. He lost friends and soon became adjusted to this new lifestyle.
Even though he was basically kept under house arrest he still managed to develop some life skills. He became very close with many of the priests that worked in the Sanctum and he managed to keep his episodes suppressed to a degree. The healing magic given to him by the various priests worked wonders when he needed it and he was given an ample supply of books to quell the time he spent confined in the walls of the Sanctum. Still, as he wandered the grounds he grew more and more curious. He could not believe as a child to young adult he never noticed the underground chamber he would sometimes catch the High Priest working his way into.
What was down there? What was it for and why did the Sanctum have such a chamber? One day, after the sun had set and it was late into the night, Inais’s curiosity got the best of him and he left his room from the inner workings of the Sanctum and made his way to the entrance of the underground chamber he had seen the High Priest use several times. But the door would not budge. After trying to open the door a few times he felt a sense of dread wash over him. Something down there was… calling to him. But it did not feel right.
He quickly stole himself away from the door and collided with none other than the High Priest himself. He was quite angry and Inais received a harsh punishment to follow. Weeks passed now and Inais never set a foot back towards that chamber door. He was still quite curious but whatever was down there felt like something he had never felt before. Around the time he reached proper adulthood the burning sensations on his right side picked up even more. They were stronger than ever and in one instance the pain from the burning was so great the young man passed out.
When he woke, he had strange rune like symbols all along his right arm. Stretching all the way down to his fingertips as well as well as up to the peak of his shoulder. He asked the High Priest what this was… what did it mean. The High Priest simply told him it was a “Blessing”. But his strange mannerisms and way of speaking filled Inais with unease. It was a strange scenario after all. Things changed in the Sanctum after that. It was much quieter around the once lively place. The High Priest would randomly close the doors to the Sanctum. Inais was still not permitted to leave and his duties around the Sanctum shifted again. The visions began again but this time he did not say anything. The High Priest seemed aware somehow and berated the young man with questions and angry words but Inais stood his ground. He played the fool.
Weeks later some of the priests spoke to Inais about preparations for the Festival of the Lights. He was overjoyed at the thought of being able to leave the Sanctum. Could he even sneak away perhaps? Did he need to? He needed to get out and see the world… The High Priest approved and gave him instructions for the day of the festival and what he would be doing. It would seem he would be helping with lighting the four holy braziers when the King motioned for them to along with the other priests.

Name: Catalyst IV. "Letitia".
Gender: Female
Race: Homunculus, otherwise known as an Artificial Human
Appearance: At a glance, she appears to be normal, but her status as an Artificial Human becomes more and more evident upon closer inspection. Snow white hair, crimson-red irises, and porcelain skin come to mind. She looks quite beautiful, but her eerily symmetrical features may throw a particularly observant person off. Typically wears whatever she can find or is given to her; she doesn't care much for it, so long it provides adequate coverage.

The numerical symbol for 'four' is branded onto her right shoulder. Whenever she channels her mana, her magical circuits flare to life and her eyes glow a pale red.

Birthplace: Created in the depths of an alchemist's laboratory in the city of Linmark.

Status or Nobility?: As a part of the Catalyst Project, Letitia is the fourth to emerge from the vats. Each Homunculus is a valuable asset, and she is special in that her 'defect' makes for an interesting development that requires further study.

Knack for magic or fighting prowess: It's more apt to call a Homunculus 'a clump of magical circuits resembling a human', than an actual person. Due to the process of their creation, they have immense amounts of mana to fuel their spells. Running out of mana, however, will likely result in a comatose state, or even death. Formed from primordial clay and brought to life with the power of the storm, Letitia is particularly attuned to elements of Earth and Lightning. In addition, by flooding her circuits with mana, she can 'strengthen' her body or things that she comes into contact with to improve its power and durability for as long as she can channel it. Conversely, she can do the inverse, to shatter harder surfaces.

Personality: Letitia is typically described as cold and emotionless by most people. They would be correct; in that, she has yet to develop a proper personality yet. In fact, her sense of self has yet to be properly nurtured, and she frequently refers to herself in the third person. She wonders what it feels like to be truly human, and as such, is curious about the things people normally do.

Brief Background: The first thing the Homunculus could recall is her memories of the tank. She found herself suspended in a vat of warm, magical liquid. She looked up and peered through the glass, spotting several people who were examining her. However, her attention was on the man in front of her. He smiling at her, his hand on the glass. She did not know why, but she ended up mirroring his movement. His expression felt... warm. Even warmer than the false womb that had encapsulated her. Soon, she fell asleep once more.

Every time she awoke within the tank, she would see him. He was there without fail, smiling at her. She could not understand what he was saying from behind the glass, but it felt like he was speaking to her, somehow. When the time came for her to leave the safety of the tank, Catalyst IV would come to know this man as 'Father'. The rest of the Caretakers were not as kind as he was. Over time, they managed to teach her how to speak and to read and write. It turned out that Homunculi were prodigious, in this regard.

The Homunculus became fonder and fonder of Father. She was not certain why but she especially liked it when he gave her a name: Letitia. The other Caretakers never called her anything except "Number Four", but she was supposed to keep it a secret. Letitia wondered what her name meant, and Father told her that it means 'gladness', or 'joy'. He said it once belonged to someone he held very dear to him. She did not understand. Were names a possession to be held by someone? If so, why did she have one?

Over the course of a few weeks, she was taught how to channel her powers. First against logs and stones. Then against practice dummies. Then, against live targets. She did not understand the purpose of these exercises, but she complied. Curiously enough, she did not encounter any of her other brothers and sisters, even if she did know that she was not the only Homunculus here. Still, times marches on, and she began to understand her capabilities.

It all changed one night when she received a strange vision. This was unprecedented. Homunculi do not dream. Was she defective? She consulted Father about the situation, but cryptically, he urged her to keep it a secret. She did not understand, but complied, for a time. However, her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to ask one of the other Caretakers. The man did not seem to understand why either, and pulled Letitia into a room to examine her. Upon completion, he sent her away and told her to wait in her room.

Letitia was not certain as to what came after, but it seemed like there was much debate about something. In the middle of the night, however, Father visited her room. He gave her strange things. A backpack, full of supplies. A set of clothes. A map. She did not understand. He told her that she did not have much time and that she needed to leave. She did not understand. Why did she have to leave? Was she defective? Why won't he come with her? With no time to answer her questions, the man said that if she found the Seraph, she could find the answers for herself. Father then ran off, intent on distracting the other Caretakers long enough for her to make her escape.

She did not understand.

But she complied, regardless.

Following his instructions, she exited through a path she had never known even existed. Soon, she found herself in a large room. It was cold and dark. She could not see the ceiling, and instead of torchlight, an infinitely distant orb in the air provided light. The wind blew on her skin as she wondered what to do. Following Father's instructions, she donned her cloak and walked. The twisting pathways of the city of Linmark were alien to her, but she found her way to one of the gates. Letitia was prepared to make the trek all the way to Khrousahvell on foot when a kindly old carriage driver stopped her. She accepted his offer, and soon, she was well on her way to visit the Festival of Lights.

To this day, she wonders what became of Father. She also thinks of who this Seraph is, and why she dreamt at all. Perhaps she will find out, soon enough.

Name:Warren Hargrove
Gender: Male
Race:Wolfir- A race of werewolves that have had their wolf and human aspects fused.
Appearance:

Birthplace: Small village of other Wolfir in a forest near mountains.
Status or Nobility?: Son of the pack leader so kinda like nobility to humans.

Knack for magic or fighting prowess: Has an affinity for nature magic. Can communicate to nature and wildlife. Skilled hunter but never for sport. Skilled in hand to hand as well as the staff.
Personality: Warren is driven by wanting to make the world understand that his race is not wild or evil. Warren also has a sense of adventure that none of the others in his village has but with a healthy dose of knowing the need to stay hidden most of the time. A kind face and warm heart usually set him at ease.
Brief Background: Warren grew up normal for Wolfir if not a little on the spoiled side due to being the son or their pack leader. As he grew though he had question of why they were never allowed to leave the woods. Why humans were afraid of them when Wolfir acted just like them. When it was discover that he knew the ancient magics of nature Warren was trained by the medicine man of their pack usually through stories about his magic. Though Warren knows a few things he doesnt know the true depths of his power. When he was of age finally his father gave him a choice. Leave or stay but if he left he couldn't come back for a very long time. With a heavy heart it was that Warren set out the next day. Years later he discovered that humans could be very judging just by viewing another. Many thought he would eat them or kill them when all he wanted was to get to know humans. Warren was disappointed by most of the world but knew he couldn't return to his village. Over the next few years he became of woodman talking to the trees and telling them what they would become if only he could chop them down. The merchant trader that bought the wood was his only friend that he had made and together they were the best in market with the furniture and knick knacks they made out of the wood. Finally Warren started having visions that he was needed to see that festival of lights. Bidding his friend farewell he set off on his next journey

Name: Leopold Von Seigfried.

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age : 23

Appearance:

A young male with blue hair and blue eyes, average build 180 lbs, and 5'10 ft. There is not really many odd features, he does have a burn mark on the his right lower abdomen from a drunk incident while at a ball.



Birthplace: Born in a smaller citadel in a village surrounding the capital of the Holy Empire.

Status or Nobility?: Born to a count he didn't have much of a title or wealth compared to other nobles but he was still a minor nobles son nonetheless.

Knack for magic or fighting prowess: As a noble he was trained with a sword, spear/polearm, and bow n arrow. He is competent with each weapon, but he does extremely well with a sword compared to the others.

Magic wise he is a white mage, can throw holy fire from his hands, create some small barriers in front of him that can withstand most attacks, and the ability to do minor healing.

Personality: Money, glory, wanderlust, women. He desires the life of luxury and happiness rather then logic and reason. He can be somewhat narcissistic and can be hostile compared to most who seem holy. He can be nice, but he is abrasive and and controlling, specially when drinking. But, he can be proper if needed, like when in a holy place or in front of officials whom he doesn't speak with on a regular basis.


Brief Background: As a young child, he was educated well, learning skills like playing instruments, wine tasting, competition archery and learning how to fight with weapons. He grew up in the small village and fields surrounding his fathers lands, living free and wild like a child should. Nearing the age of ten, he began following his older brothers in court, playing pranks and having general fun while enjoying his education, but this was more focused on a natural power he had, one that the church would recognize, but not understand.

Near the age of fifteen while he was well in the way of being a whore-monger, a growing drunkard, and an excellent brawler and fighter. In fact during one fight he fought so well he caught his cloths on fire, burnt down the tavern he was fighting in and since he was burned, was not killed since he couldn't be the witch that could burn the church down. He would however be placed on a tighter leash.

For the next years of his life until his great adventures would start one day, when he was asked to go to get spices from a trader, only to go to a brothel, get drunk and lost. Besides that, through those times in solitary training, he learned more on math and sciences that pertained to him being a user of white magics. He would become a formidable warrior, a lonely man, and a smart but sober drunkard.

Gender: Male
Race: Half elf, half human
Appearance: Setariél's skin has the clarity, flawlessness and smoothness of a young man in his early twenties, but it is pale like the full moon and won't change no matter how much time he'd spent in the desert of Sweym Sma. His eyes have become devoid of any other color except the bright red of fresh blood and so have his lips. His hair almost reaches down to the middle of his back and usually is combed with love to detail. In general it can be said that he tries to keep himself clean and in order just like it would be expected from someone of his, well, former standing. His ears are pointy, but obviously not enough for a pure-blooded elf. Being over a head taller than either the average elf or the average human, appearing well-fed and very muscular he's also an intimidatingly big, easy to recognize fellow.

Birthplace: Linmark
Status or nobility ?: He's a noble, but barely receives any support from his family anymore due to certain events in his biography.

Knack for magic or fighting prowess: Setariél has been trained in the way of a knight, but probably without the holy fuzz other nations would make around this job. He can wear heavy armor with ease and handle both one- and two-handed swords, but his enormous bulk -- while giving him tremendous strength -- doesn't allow for fast movements or much trickery. Magic has not been part of his training, even though his sword and armor have been imbued to enhance their durability.

Personality: Setariél is a calm being, getting him enraged can be considered a minor achievement in most situations. Due to his noble background he is surprisingly well educated, but he doesn't try to let this hang out. On the contrary: He has almost been conditioned to be modest. However, since he has been banned by his family, the first cracks have begun to appear. A lot of internal frustration has piled up and poking him there repeatedly might result in a anything but modest outburst. Also he has started to invest coins into lots of beer and other beverages in order to try and dilute his pain. He's intelligent and values loyalty, but becoming true friends with him has become a lot more difficult. Setariél has started to distrust foreigners by default -- they have to prove to him that they don't have any harmful intent.

Biography: Setariél was born into an old and quite reknown family of nobles in the capital city of Linmark. Being one of three childs born in pretty much the same generation he was not the only one to receive the attention of his parents, but nonetheless he did not have to fear any kind of shortcomings on the material side of things. However there also was no lack of demands put on the young boy.

His family is much into local and regional politics, has money to an amount that could be considered fairly abundant and certainly does not lack influence, but also has a reputation to defend. Therefore his education was pushed from early on not only in order to shape him into a viable successor for the family's business, but also to excel over the average countryman of his age in many other areas such as literature, mathematics and last but not least physical exercise and fighting skills in particular. It is safe to say that this kind of approach did see considerable successes, but also it was quite incompatible with the expectations and hopes most young men, including him, have for their life.

Producing a lot of internal friction with regard to the rest of his family Setariél did keep quiet towards the public though. Just as it was expected of him he tried to stay away from any kind of snob-like behavior and to mix with the average people as far as his general standing allowed for. A family needed fresh blood from time to time and his one followed the tradition of being open towards less or even not noble individuals marrying with their members. That was... if those individuals met the criteria put up by the elders.

Setariél's interests did not exactly follow suit with those criteria though. He started to have feelings for a woman his parents, having much more experience, would clearly have turned against. Knowing this right from the beginning, he also prevented them knowing about her right from the beginning. That was until that damned night when they met in bed and she revealed the true nature about her attractivity: She bit him, sucked out some of his blood and left behind the curse.

The vampirism triggered a quite violent reaction inside Setariél's body. His appearance changed from blonde hair, brown eyes and ordinary complexion to the red-white 'monster' he seems to be now, but only on the outside. On the inside his personality remained unchanged, so while he clearly felt the newborn urge for blood he refused to let go of it against each and everyone. Managing this requirement alone probably would have been rather difficult, but the worst part of the damage done was that now his relationship could no longer remain hidden.

Outraged about what had happened the family's council had to decide what to do now. One of the three current sons having been turned ? The delicate control system having failed to utterily ? The thought of this becoming public was intolerable, but successfully hiding Setaríél from now on for all of time was equally unimaginable. A less embarrassing cover story was invented, one about a vampire having intruded Setariél's manor while he had been on vacation. It worked, but only while also demonstrating that there was no way back for Setariél. His vampiric component could not be allowed to intoxicate the bloodline, nor could he be allowed to roam around in Linmark freely despite him claiming to have things under control.

The solution was to banish him, to put him as far away from Linmark as Linmark's authority reached. It would be up to each of the other nations to decide on their own what to do with new inhabitants of this kind, assuming that Setariél would dare to live in the open in the first place. Contact would remain, but what his parents certainly won't tell him is that they have their fingers on the trigger that activates an assassination contract... Just in case they should get the impression that things are about to spin out of control irrecoverably.

Shortly after him leaving Linmark the vision set in, guiding him to the holy kingdom. He's not sure what to make out of the strange words, it could also be that his new condition also includes him slowly becoming crazy, but... Currently this is the only aim he has. And he is doing his best to reach his destination without getting arrested or so.