Luna Cadewyn

'Elezen'

21

Bard

Alexandria

Determined
Courageous
Gentle
Standoffish
Neurotic

The moment that a widowed King Aconitum Napellus XV decided to take an elezen bride named Belladonna, it was safe to say that the decision had made quite a buzz. The fact that she was affiliated with the Holy Alexander Church did soften the blow somewhat, as did his apparent desire to give young Prince Asterius a mother. The controversy flared when their union resulted in a child--there were those that believed it was nothing short of an omen. He bequeathed the name of the kingdom's founder to her, claiming that the princess' birth was a symbol of unity and peace.

Despite being second in line for the throne, Luna has lived a majority of her life away from the public eye. She was cited as having poor health and painted as a delicate girl, her appearances few and far in-between. A majority of her time was spent studying aldite for purposes unknown, although it took years for her to realize how odd her life was. Aside from having little royal responsibility, her father often pushed her towards research and generally discouraged interacting with anyone he didn't approve of. He stressed that there were too many people in the world that wanted nothing more than to use her for their own purposes.

Two months ago, Luna discovered a journal that ended up completely changing her viewpoint. She began questioning many things in her life, and after a confrontation with her father, she decided she needed to strike out on her own. Once the borders were closed, she quietly made preparations to escape the castle.

With a harp bow and an array of Songs in hand, Luna specializes in providing support from a distance. Her melodies have an assortment of effects on both friend and foe, ranging from healing and buffing to distractions and debuffing.

Blaike Fremont
_{Real name being Blaike Lucis Sustinetis}

"Human"
_{Actually a Fire Alter}

Red Mage

Twenty-One

Labrethian Empire

Arrogant | Determined | Flirtatious | Melancholic | Relaxed

The House Sustinetis, renown throughout the Labrenthian Empire for myriads of things, ranging from raising and grooming powerful, natural magi, to spearheading and participating in the creation and research of many practical and intuitive inventions and technology, most involving some form of aldite. While not as prominent as before, they are one of the few Houses that retains a powerful position due to their inexhaustible and insatiable drive towards research and innovation. Whatever it may be, the House Sustinetis will always remain an integral part of the Labrenthian Empire's history, whether it be from the genesis of the House to the death of it.

Blaike was the first of three children in the House Sustinetis, born to Lady and Lord Sustinetis, two magically adept researchers with a seat on the Labrenthian Council and a decent amount of clout and influence. From the day he was born, everything seemed almost too perfect, at least to the child, demonstrating a high level of skill with magic and an enthusiasm for research that rivaled both of his own parents combined. He seemed to be a budding prodigy in both these fields, and Blaike seemed to be on the fast track to being set for the rest of his life. Strangely enough though, even with seemingly having this small world at his finger tips, it wasn't enough.

The enthusiasm he had was spawned for a thirst, a gnawing curiosity about this world; he wasn't just content with what he had, there was a desire for more. When Blaike wasn't hard at work practicing his magic and studying aldite physics, he would explore this city, coming into contact with various, interesting individuals of all shapes and sizes. Blaike bonded with them, learned more about their own plights, regardless of their race or background. It was quite the interesting endeavor as he bonded with those he might of never encountered in his own life, but alas that would come to an end as a result of the Pale Moon Night.

As a teenager, Blaike participated in research and experiments alongside his parents, even dipping his toe into politics when discussing the different castes in the city. However, one of the few experiments he would participate in with his family would bring a supposed end to the House Sustinetis. Supposedly, some researchers and scientists claimed they made a revolutionary breakthrough involving utilizing the miasma as energy. Tempted by such prospects, their curiosity got the better of them as they were lured into a trap, with many others. At the behest of the lead scientist, all of them were subject to horrific aldite injections and placed into pods that would dispense them at key locations around the city.

Tragedy soon ensued as the victims of this experiment were ejected from the pods, now either a horrific Fiend or a 1st Generation Alter. Blaike, despite the pain, was lucky to be a part of the former and would bear witness to the slaughter of his people in what would be known as the Pale Moon Night. Fighting and fleeing through the hoards of Fiends, mechs, and many other individuals, his first instinct was to head back home in some form of desperation, only to find it in shambles, with Fiends lurking about the area.

Evaluating the future, he took a risk and entered the house, snatching up the closest thing he had to a family heirloom before departing. He had his pride as a Sustinetis and knew full well that he was in no state to fix his home, so he fought through, helped a couple of people, and ran. It was difficult finding a way out of the city, especially since the gates had been shut, but through creative use of his magic and exploitation of weakened defenses, Blaike fled. His mind ran as fast as he did, coming up with a couple of contingency plans on how he would handle this all, even asking himself why they did this.

All that didn't matter when he eventually he crossed paths with some people in a caravan, passing out near their camp. Upon awakening, he had found himself inside one of their mechanical wagons, hungry and thirsty. Thankfully, the ones camping there for the night were kind enough to supply him with food and gave him some water to drink. It was peculiar on multiple levels, ranging from the fact that all of them looked like they belonged in a lab than the wilderness, as well as their high levels of kindness.

What he eventually learned was that these people had a part in that project that caused the suffering of Labrenthian, stating that they didn't want any part in this project, since their original intentions were corrupted by some of the new management, and explained their kindness was because they felt responsible for Blaike's condition, fully realizing who he was. Blaike, while he felt he could never forgive these people, asked where they were fleeing to, as well as their names. Upon explaining they were seeking refuge in the Kingdom of Alexandria, as well as giving the young man their names, Blaike stated he would be coming with them, as well as the fact that he would be taking up one of their last names as cover; as far as he knew, he was presumed dead back in Labrethian.

No longer Blaike Lucis Sustinetis, but Blaike Fremont, he traveled with the self-exiled researchers to Alexandria in hopes that their own talents could lend themselves to a job somewhere. It didn't take long for whispers of a caravan that looked to be from Labrenthian to surge through the city and reach the Royal Scientist's ears. Taking advantage of this new wave, as well as their expertise, he requested for an interview with them and asked each of them, including Blaike, to display some form of mechanical or technological skill. While they did just that, Blaike recalled one of his creations back in Labrenthian and did his best to recreate it from scratch; he essentially recreated an ice cream machine that was powered by aldite.

Upon demonstrating their skills, the Royal Scientist hired them all for their talents and would often send them off on different tasks, as well as participate in a years long experiment he was doing. Of course, due to his eccentricities and disregard for safety protocols from time to time, everyone was somewhat wary of the man, Blaike included.

Regardless, for the next five years Blaike would live here in Alexandria, doing tasks for the Royal Scientist, even going out into the wilds to collect data or gather material. It would of been left to the Hunters Guild, if not for the Royal Scientist learning of Blaike's magical potential, and would often have him act as both bodyguard and researcher. Beyond that, he would go on to pick up various new skills and even generate a profit off of selling ice cream to nobles when he wasn't cooped up in the facilities with the other scientists and researchers. However, these were the steps he needed to take towards reclaiming his birthright after all, as well as seeking the truth behind the Pale Moon Night.

J’torha Tia

Miqo’te - Seeker of the Sun

23

Dancer

Fabul Desert

J’torha knows a little about a lot of things and a lot about little; plainly speaking, he’s not an expert at much outside of singing, dancing, flirting and making merry, unless you also count boring things like tribal hunting tactics or eking out an existence in the harsh Fabul desert. Generally happiest when all eyes are on him - even at his own expense - his airy confidence tends to stray into cockiness, and he doesn’t see much beyond the moment, often blind to the consequences of his hastily-decided actions. Like as not, that can end poorly when his urge to push the envelope overrides his common sense, but he offsets his occasional bad luck with an insufferable ‘could have been worse’ attitude, rarely taking much of anything seriously.

J’torha had a relatively normal upbringing, as Fabul Seekers are concerned. Born into an average-sized nomadic tribe with a strong and level-headed nunh, J’torha spent his childhood roaming a long-established migratory path through the rough of the Fabul desert, stopping off at small outposts and settlements every now and then and hunting for food and other valuable trading materials in between.

As soon as he could walk, he was difficult to keep still; among other antics, he was notorious for running off in the direction of anything that caught his eye, danger or obstacles be damned. The letting-off of rambunctious energy that his mother prayed for as he grew never quite arrived, and even as a teen when he became as proficient a hunter as any of his sisters, his penchant for getting himself into trouble was a regular headache - both for his mother, and the nunh himself. Stopping off at outposts did nothing to curb his appetite for adventure, either; in fact, the only habit of his that changed with time was that he eventually stopped chasing mice and butterflies and started chasing comely maidens instead.

In the rare moments when he wasn’t letting his lower head do all the thinking, J’torha found himself entranced by performing. Whether it be watching a busker in a town they’d stopped off at, listening to a well-told story in a pub, or even regaling his own mother and sisters with stories and songs, J’torha couldn’t get enough. The eyes of spectators focused on him, the excited questions, the clapping, the showmanship - it was all intoxicating, enough to turn a teenaged Miqo’te into an insufferable showboat, eager to show anyone and everyone anything that might possibly draw out a reaction. Granted, it did have the side effect of turning an already devil-may-care teen into an outright daredevil, but in J’torha’s eyes, the risk was always worth the reward of a striking tale to tell.

Things changed quickly for him when he came of age. Striking out on his own shortly after his nameday with the ever-original goal of amassing his own harem and starting a new tribe, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that J’torha’s gotten a little… side-tracked. Filled as he is with wanderlust and finally free to pursue a life outside of hunting, he’s clamoured to every destination he could beg, borrow, or steal to get to and tried his hand at every skill, profession, and strange-look-attracting hobby that’s crossed his path. About a year into his wandering he was fortunate enough to cross paths with a dancing troupe, and after some negotiating, some flirting, and a little begging, he managed to convince them to take him on as an apprentice. He traveled with them for a while, quickly moving up the ranks from assistant to instrumentalist to dancer in his own right, and attracted spectators and coin alike with his performances (and if he could line his pockets a little thicker by obliging the wealthy lady eyeing him up from the back, all the better). But of course, once he’d acquired his skills and begun to sharpen them, his wanderlust could no longer be sated by routine troupe touring, and he struck out on his own again as a solo act, doing his best to learn new songs and dances to add to his repertoire in every locale he passed through.

Today he finds himself in Alexandria, chafing under the pressure of the newly-closed borders. Out of options to entertain himself stuck in one place and unwilling to give crossing out of the city illegally another go (as it turns out, that garrison’s a lot quicker than they look) he’s turned to the Hunter’s Guild as a last resort, hopeful he can shake a few hands and slay a few shrews and be out of the city by the end of the fortnight.