Name:
Nefrena Iseueret
Age:
18
Gender:
Female
Race:
Nem
Rank:
5 of Coins
Appearance:
Standing at a typical height of 3'5 for a Nem, Neffy isn't too different from others of her kind. Typically dressed in a black robe cloak during the day, and long stockings that cover her entire body, along with a hood to obscure her facial features and to protect from sunburn. She has short cut black hair, and can typically be seen carrying around a book in her arms. Often tries to pull her hood over her face and hide from people.
Personality:
An extremely curious soul, though this diminutive Nem's own massive amount of self doubt and her timid nature gets in the way of her life more often than not. When it comes down to it, she'd much rather flee than engage in anything dangerous at all, preferring to read and stay nice and safe, cooped up in a little room filled with piles and piles of books. Fighting ever hardly crosses her mind, and when confronted with such things, she often thinks of fleeing first.

Despite her fear of fighting, one would do well to always remember Neffy was trained in magical ability, and has skill in subterfuge, so while she is timid and prefers avoidance by nature, the Nem possesses an acute eye for detail and will complete whatever job she's on without question.

Often dozes off during the day and spends free time reading or just roaming the city looking for 'interesting' things.
Brief Backstory:
Born and raised in a Nem settlement with a particularly large temple dedicated to their patron goddess. Neffy herself, was taken in at an early age off the streets to be a priestess of Ila-Nem and spent most of her life until her departure living with the other priestess in the sprawling underground complex that served as their temple.

It was here she first learned to hone her magical skills, and where she fell in love with reading all sorts of books. She often found herself shirking work and other priestess like duties in favor of reading, and often sneaking away from such training in favor of spending time in the town proper, much to her elders chagrin. Her ability to memorize religious practices and the fact she was otherwise, a model student typically got her off the hook though.

Still, she never quite felt satisfied with her life there. The only two people who made it bearable, was a mischievous Nem who liked to drag her into all sorts of trouble against her better judgement, and an older Nem who she sometimes visited to hear their stories if she had sneaked out.

There was something Neffy, lacked. Conviction in religion and a desire to actually follow through with becoming a priestess. Have you seen what they wear! So embarrassing she'd die!. It was this lack of conviction and general dissatisfaction with staying put in the temple and a natural curiosity that eventually led to her leaving the temple for good after an incident.

Her friend had decided that it'd be a good idea to steal something from what seemed to be a mage they had saw in town. An exquisite, beautifully crafted sword. It didn't look like it'd be good for fighting with, but it certainly looked like they could sell it for a lot. Neffy tried telling her friend this was a bad idea, but they wouldn't have it, and Neffy for once, told them they weren't helping. Surprisingly enough, things went off without a hitch.

- until the owner of the sword showed up demanding that the thief be dealt with. Perhaps she was using this as an excuse to leave, but she decided that instead of letting her friend take the fall for it she took it from its hiding place. Taking the sword for herself, and leaving temple behind Neffy left. After a bit of traveling, a change of clothing to hide in. Wow tall people are scary. to protect from the sun, she eventually landed in Estival, where she soon joined the adventurers guild.

Equipment:
Her main equipment is her body-hiding cloak, obviously. Protects from the mean Yrrah as well as from scary people. She can just hide in it and forget they exist! Its obviously her most important and invaluable object.

Her real most invaluable object however, is likely her sword. An excellent bit of Nem craftsmanship, the exquisite looking curved sword seems to be less of a battle implement, and more of a decoration upon first glance. The sword is in fact, a magical catalyst strongly attuned to the element of Wind and Water. While it can work as a blade to fight things, its primary function is to shorten magical chant times and increase mana efficiency.

Skills:
Neffy is not an adventurer by training or trade, rather her skills were trained in stealth and magic, and it shows in a number of her mannerisms and skills. That is to say, when it comes to direct confrontation the Nem is not well suited for direct combat. She could reasonably hold her ground against a similarly skilled opponent, but when it comes down to it, Neffy's skill set is far more suited towards stealth, scouting, and silently taking out enemies and not giving them a chance to even react with guerilla tactics, eviscerating them quickly before they can react, or supporting an ally at a distance.

Further, she compliments her skill set with tricks of magic designed to aid in her sneaking, and is her main method of taking out and dealing with threats. Neffy's primarily focused around wind and water based magic, of the less flashy sort, typically used in helping her with her sneaking abilities and retreating in combat should she find herself in a direct confrontation. Usually, she prefers magic of the less flashy sort - more practical spells designed to efficiently take out targets. A favorite spell of hers is a simple spell that creates a thick, obscuring mist that she uses to help hide herself before attacking, or using a blast of wind to flee from opponents in order to reengage with guerilla attacks or disengage and look for an opponent to deliver a fatal blow while an ally engages. Support spells she uses on herself, could theoretically be applied to allies if she finds herself in the fray with them, though they aren't going to be as strong as a dedicated supporters buff.

Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Rank: 6 of Swords
Appearance: Sieglinde is a pretty average girl when it comes to her height, but her chosen weapon makes her seem much smaller. At five feet seven (and a half!) inches she’s a little taller than another girl she might name in point of fact. Despite trying her best to keep her hair tidy a few tufts usually poke up here or there, combining with her earnest and friendly expression to create a somewhat vacuous demeanor. Her clothes (blue is fine for a Reonite, it’s her favorite color!) are always neat and orderly, though, and all of her gear shows her due diligence.

Her build is deceptively strong, undoubtedly from carting around her sword all of the time. She wears an archaic Reonite symbol wrought in silver around her neck.
Personality: Earnest, friendly, optimistic… And a little clumsy. And a little laidback. That’s not to say she’s lazy but she’s from a place so cold that the warmth tends to make her a little drowsy. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a nice fire, that’s her story and she’s sticking to it. And so what if she tends to get caught off guard by things on her left and trip? Or bump into them? Everyone can have a blind spot. Despite it Sieglinde “Sigi” Driessen is as sharp as they come, and she has a soft spot a mile wide. Anyone younger than her tends to inherit their own big sister figure after a fashion, even if they don’t realize that’s what they’ve done. Moral support, friendly conversation, and an all around supportive mentor whether they asked for it or not. And if she banters a little, that’s just her duty as a role model.

None of which changes that there’s a core of steel to the friendly figure, or that she’s not half as scattered as she acts. Sieglinde was born and raised in one of the harshest environments known to man, and her devotion to the goddess Reon is second to none. She attends service as often as she can and honors the goddess in the manner traditional to her home and strives to be a gentle soul. Even when she fights Sieglinde holds back wherever she can, both for the sheer joy of the challenge and to never inflict more harm than necessary. Not even to her friends does she admit to the extent of her ability.

But her kindness is not weakness, and her happiness is not naivete.
Brief Backstory: Sieglinde Driessen was born far to the north and saw little but snow for the first fifteen years of her life. Worship of the Goddess Reon is dominant there, for the locals believe that Mayon holds sway upon their land. She commands their respect and their devotion, but unfettered they would be unable to survive. Fire, from Reon’s blessing, sustains them. Warms their homes, wards off the cold and the dark with its light. Summer is a festival that does not end, not until the days grow short again. But the wastes are full of terrors. Monsters and worse, men, who retreated from civilization’s heart to the cold. The precious few who live in those far northern reaches have to be protected. Sigi’s father, his father before him, reaching back to the edges of memory have shouldered that burden with pride. Worshippers of Reon who have used her blessing to guard the innocent. It was this tradition that Sigi was raised into.

But the girl wanted to see the world, too. That land of ice would always be her home but she wanted to see what lay beyond it. Make her name, earn experience, see what the world had to offer beyond the village’s borders. So when she was an adult she headed south. She roamed on her own for a time, met people and fought monsters, but never quite finding the place to linger for long. Until she encountered the Adventurer’s Guild.

She thought the idea was just wonderful.
Equipment: Sieglinde carries around a simple bag, hanging by a strap on her right hip out of the way of her blade, containing basic supplies for someone on the road. A map of the land, a tightly wrapped sleeping bag, first aid supplies, whetstone, and preserved rations. Things of that nature. She does not bother with flint to start a fire. A dagger hangs on her left hip for utility or a holdout weapon. She wears something approaching half plate when she goes on a job with particularly notable gauntlets, robust enough to block blows and make for a mean hit if she uses her hands.

Most notably, of course, is the immense blade that rests on her back. The zweihander is about four and a half feet long with a well-worn lilly carved into the center of the crossguard and a beautiful sapphire set into the pommel. The sword resides within a metal sheath more worn than the blade itself, conforming to the weapon with a series of nicks and dents on its edges. A simple but unusual locking mechanism holds the sheath on unless released, and a strange leather wrapped handle is looped out of the sheath above the crossguard on one side.

The blade itself is well maintained, but clearly old. It lacks the parrying hooks above the ricasso common on later blades, and a series of archaic runes are inscribed on its spine. These runes enchanted the blade upon its forging for durability and greater cutting power. Anything that chooses to block it directly rather than deflect or evade stands a fair chance of being cleaved apart within a few hits.
Skills: A seasoned survivalist, necessary in the far north, and traveler. Sigi can make camp just about anywhere if she has to, and make food out of just about anything. And of course, her magic makes a campfire a breeze. She’s extremely well read as well, especially on matters of her religion and local myth. It doesn’t perfectly match up with the practices of Reonite worship further south, but she’s versed in those, too.

Sieglinde is also a skilled swordswoman, able hand to hand combatant, and okay medic in an emergency. Beyond her swordplay, however, her most notable skills are the magics passed down her family. She’s a deft hand with fire magic and its applications, of course, but cherished by her family is the Berserkergang. A dangerous magic, one she has not used since leaving her home, it deadens her sense of pain. In such a state Sigi will not be stopped by any pain nor wound, not unless it physically impedes her ability to function. The wound is still present and as soon as the battle ends she will feel it in its entirety but until the magic ceases she will persevere through all but the most grievous of injuries.