Age:
25

Species:
Half-demon

Abilities:
Though he prefers to remain his lazy self and avoid actually putting effort into things, Pike does have some use when it comes down to it. Thanks to being a half demon he has the potential to tap into the magic left by his mother, elemental fire seeming to be his most reliable type of magic to depend on. Along the way he managed to learn a few binding and illusionary spells that have helped him deal with tricky situations, but studying and learning those spells only brought frustration to the half-demon who wanted things to be much simpler. In the end he only learned a few easy illusionary spells mainly to hide the marks and symbols stretching across his body that painfully made others aware he was not human. Made it much easier to traverse through human society when people weren’t terrified of his very existence. When magic seems to be useless in the moment though Pike will use his fathers training in martial arts to get him out of trouble. With a mixture of his fire magic and fighting skills Pike can always put up quite a fight when needed.

Personality:
Pike has always been a laid back individual who has simply learned to go along with things as they happen. He’ll always observe things from the side lines with a curious mind before deciding whether or not it’s worth actually getting involved in. If approached or pulled into a conversation Pike will adopt a friendly smile as he listens politely with a calm and welcoming aura. He’s by no means a stranger to conflict, but most times he prefers to keep things calm and peaceful if the situation is starting to worsen. Though he has done well to reflect a calm and friendly appearance for people around him, a tired and beaten soul lies beneath the façade he’s built over the years. At this point in his existence he tries to not stay in one place for too long to make things more simple. Less attachments, less heartache when he leaves. Of course it doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy life on the road, many things and places on the road to see after all. Though a small part of him is still hopeful for the day he can find a spot to settle in for good.

Backstory:
The life of a half-demon is a bit… complicated at times. Especially when one’s father was once a human monster hunter and their mother was the very thing he was hunting. Pike never really asked for the details of how they ended up together, but was glad they did in the end. Growing up Pike was kept away from the world, risen in secret out in the wilderness. It was quite peaceful as a child, many memories he still looks back on with a smile, but as he grew he began to realize just what type of world he was to live in and how little he fit in the picture for a normal life. On his thirteenth birthday his powers were finally discovered as he was doing chores around their home and accidentally set a pile of logs he was to chop on fire after hurting himself. It was a bit unsettling at first, especially when strange markings began to crawl along his skin, but Pike quickly became ecstatic of his discovery, excited to use the very magic he would see his mother use around their home. His parents however, though excited to see their child have finally found his potential, grew worried for his future.

After the discovery of his powers Pike’s parents would begin training him to use his powers and take care of himself. Pike still remembers their training sessions fondly, his mothers meditating lessons, his fathers intense yet oddly fun sparring sessions, channeling streams of mana and following their motions with a calm mind. Every bit of knowledge he will be forever grateful for. Though even with all of this training and teachings Pike would have never been prepared for what was to come on his eighteenth birthday. He’s never spoken a word about that horrible day to a single soul, every attempt to bring up the details from the depths of his mind to painful to deal with. In the end he’s found himself on the road alone, his head now with a price upon it from monster hunters and completely alone to fend for himself in a world with many who detest his existence. It’s a rough life, but after seven years it gets pretty easier to handle.

Other:
Around his neck is a golden locket that once belonged to his mother. He’s never seen or been able to open the locket itself, a very advanced spell keeping it sealed. Pike’s tried many times to open it before and still tries at times when he meditates alone.

Name: Gino
Age: 28 (Deceased)
Species: Skeleton
Appearance:
Abilities: Gino possesses physical prowess and proficiency typical of human soldiers, with a preference to short blades and short bows. Post-reanimation, he has since lost his senses of taste and smell, and has a greatly dulled sensitivity to pain. Gino can also manipulate his individual bones while they are separate from his body, but without a connection to his skull, he must rely on his sense of touch to navigate for them if he lacks direct eye-socket contact. If his bones are pulverized, he would require assistance from a necromancer to replace them, and if his skull is shattered beyond a simple fracture, he will pass on.

Personality/Info: Gino is pretty unsatisfied with his current existence, and is fairly sour in general. While he won't go out of his way to make himself unwelcome at the haven, he won't hesitate to liberally bemoan his undead woes to anyone nearby. When he's not venting salt, the skeleton is often quite thoughtful and reflective, and has been contemplating what it means to be human and to be alive. He's also a little bitter about some of his peers staying young and beautiful beyond their years, having once been a lady-killer himself back when he still had skin on his bones.

Items: Gino carries a rusted poignard, a tarnished metal targe, and dons most of his old armor, also weathered by the ages. All of his other possessions-including his bow and arrows-have either rotted or are lost.

Backstory: Gino was a brave soldier who served faithfully in the army as an archer and scout. After one fateful battle, Gino was grievously wounded and had to trek back through dank, treacherous swamp land to deliver a report. Once Gino noticed a gangrenous infection had set in, he knew his days were numbered, and sent his brother-in-arms to deliver the message alone while he remained behind, poisoning himself to death to avoid a much longer and more painful demise.
Ages later, an impatient apprentice necromancer would venture into the very same marsh to prove his master wrong. With his raw talent, he easily reanimated the soldier's skeleton and quickly began asserting control of the undead warrior...only for the ill-prepared spell to misfire and mostly only assert control over himself, rendering him comatose. The awakened skeleton, thoroughly unsettled and confused, left his would-be master in the marsh, eventually making his way to the haven, no longer having a place in an alien and unrecognizable human society.

Other: He presumably possesses other qualities innate to his nature as a skeleton-not requiring food, water, or air, for one-that I didn't feel the need to list under abilities.

Name: Ophion
Species: Dracon
Sex: Male
Height: 7'0 (a few inches shorter if the horns aren't counted)
Weight: 305 pounds
Age: 35 (this is a bit younger for a dracon)
Appearance:

Abilities: Skilled in spell and sword alike, Ophion is a capable melee fighter and combat caster. He can throw around lightning bolts and fireballs, but he isn't particularly skilled with ritual or healing magic. He knows how to raise magical shields as well. His only major weakness is his lack of stealth, but when one is as strong as a humanoid bull dragon, stealth is rarely necessary.

Personality: Quiet and reserved on the surface, Ophion is actually quite warm and friendly once he comes to trust someone. He is usually stoic and rarely complains about much, although he will reluctantly admit to being somewhat whiny as a teenager. While he enjoys time spent with females, he rarely goes out of his way to go on a date, as he is quite busy practicing his twin skill sets.

Items/Clothing: Ophion uses plate mail armor which covers his chest, arms, and legs. He keeps his hands uncovered for easier spell casting and like all dracons, he goes barefoot all the time. He wields a greatsword as his primary weapon, and has a dagger as a backup. He casts spells barehanded, without use of a staff or wand.

Backstory: Born far down in the hatching order, Ophion was set to inherit very little of his father's estate one day, far behind his several older brothers. Not long after finishing his training, he left his desert homeland in search of opportunity and a way to make a name for himself.

Age: 29 years old

Species: Nymph Mutt

Abilities: Therianthropy. Marrok's powers come from the nymphic side of his heritage. He is able to shapeshift into and draw abilities from the animal kingdom. Unlike a werewolf, Marrok is not cursed with this ability, but gifted and can utilize it at will. He can transform his entire physique or limit his transformation to specific body parts such as willing forth the claws of a bear or the gills of a fish.

While this ability has vast applications, it also comes with drawbacks. The transformations (the cracking of bones, tearing of muscles, stretching of skin) are not painless. Marrok feels his body being destroyed and reformed with each instance, which acts as a natural deterrence against overuse.

Additionally, any time he goes full-fledged animal, he runs the risk of losing his grip on his human mind and succumbing to his animal instincts, which would result in being trapped as that animal forever.

Other natural animals tend to have an affinity toward Marrok, sensing a kinship. While he cannot communicate with animals as humans do with one another, he finds that he can influence them to a small degree and has a vague empathic understanding of what that animal is feeling.

Longevity. Though Marrok is still relatively young, his blood is enriched with nymphic mysticism which will prove to result in an expanded lifespan with limits currently unknown.

Personality/Info: A child of two worlds, accepted by neither, society has taught Marrok to have a reserved disposition. His psychological walls are high and well fortified but once he lets you in, you'll be introduced to a fun loving, mischievous man-child who just wants to love, laugh and revel in adventure. A fan of gambling and drinking, the man has always been seduced by risk.

Backstory: Marrok is the result of a forbidden relationship. While on a hunt, his father had come across a bear, a prized kill for sure. But before he could let his arrows fly, his path was obstructed by a seldom seen beautiful nymph woman who seemed to be blocking his trajectory in protest. Though words were never spoken, Marrok's grandfather was instantly infatuated with her. He lowered his bow, allowing the bear to take his leave, before timidly approaching the divine looking female before him.

This was the start of lifelong affair that, against all odds, eventually resulted in Marrok and his twin sister Elise. The four of them became a family in a secluded cabin deep within the woods where Marrok, his father and his sister could live under a roof while the matriarch of the clan was free to live among the trees and animals, always close by. His father would teach them in the ways of hunting and tracking while his mother would wordlessly help the twins embrace their more mystical assets. While Marrok took strides in mastering animalistic transformations, his sister was more keen on the embrace and tranquility of plant life.

It wasn't long after the children had reached their teenaged years when their isolated settlement has been found by a group of hunters. In the middle of lessons with their mother, the group of men witnessed matriarchal nymph and her offspring warp their bodies in what they considered ungodly ways. Instantly hating what the could not comprehend, they went on the offensive, attacking the family. Marrok's father instructed them to run while he and their mother would handle the assailants. Elise and Marrok did as they were told but soon enough the attackers caught up to them, chasing them down through the trees and wood. There were no sign of their parents, which could only mean the worst.

The option to run was becoming obsolete as the hunters continued to gain on them. All they could do now was hide, using the gifts they were taught. Elise took the form that she knew best and slowly allowed herself to merge with an oak tree while Marrok took to all fours, allowing his body to rip and contort before the man had vanish and the fox had emerged from its remnants.

Running, running and running still, Marrok finally stopped to look back. To his relief, the terrible men were nowhere to be found. He allowed his human form to resurface before calling out to his sister, hoping she would hear his cries so that they could reunite and perhaps even find their parents. His calls echoed out, but were never answered. For several days and nights he backtracked, paced and patrolled, trying to find any sign of the family he grew up with, but only solitude remained.

Reluctantly, he abandoned the woods deciding that his family must have done the same, and began roaming from town to town as a nomad for years, staying in the local inns for days at a time before moving on until one day he received a letter about a sanctuary for the weird and unwanted. It seemed almost too perfect. Surely if the other members of his family would have received the letter, they might have gone to the manor as well. So it was decided and Marrok immediately set out to find this wonderous place. It has been so long since he had a true Haven to call his home.

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Appearance: Standing around 5.1ft, Tova is everything one could expect from a faun. A goat’s legs, hoofs and tail, goat ears, horns, a flat nose, oval pupils; the whole package. Her fur is a light beige that turns brown towards her hoofs, which corresponds with a matching beige/brown ombre colour in her hair. Her hair is short and curly. She also has fur along her spine and along her underarms and elbows. She had several piercings in each ear.

Abilities: Like most fauns, she had a knack for music and her instrument of choice is a wooden transverse flute. The humans say a faun’s music can ensnare the mind and make one into a thrall. If there’s a faun who can actually do that, Tova had never heard of them. What fauns can do, however, is slightly influence the mood of those around them with their music - though the recipients have to be consenting for it to not be easily ignored. She can’t make anyone feel or do anything against their will. She can cause pain if she has to defend herself by playing a high-pitched tune infused with magic to cause headaches of varying degrees.

She also has very good balance and agility.

Personality/Info: Tova is a tough soul put in an easily frightened body. She is always fighting her prey instincts, which tell her to run and hide at the slightest threat, while her actual self is loud, outgoing, and confident. This conflict of mind and body has more than once led to her cussing someone out for frightening her, while still hiding behind a tree.

Items: A light tunic for warmer weather, and a coat and scarf if it gets colder. A backpack to keep said clothes and travel rations and equipment. Her flute hangs from a cord around her neck

Backstory: Tova was born in a small faun village in a hidden valley, where she lived the first 20 years of her life in relative peace and happiness. The village kept itself separated from the rest of the world, content to mind its own business away from all the dangers that lurked outside the valley. Tova was told all about them from an early age, and among the worst of them were the monstrous humans. Tova was scared when she was young, but as she grew older she assumed the evil deeds of humans were just something parents told their children to keep them in line. How bad could humans actually be?

Bad, it turned out. Very bad.

Giving in to her curiosity, Tova had decided to investigate a nearby human village to see the monsters for herself. On her way there, she met a human around her own age, who had been surprisingly friendly. They’d talked for a while, and then parted ways. Relieved and feeling a bit vindicated that the humans weren’t such monsters after all, Tova returned to her village to tell of her discovery. Maybe now they would realize they didn’t need to live hidden away, and Tova would get more freedom to explore the world.

That night, the humans attacked her village. They had followed her, and she had led them straight to her family. The village was burned to the ground and the few surviving fauns scattered, Tova among them. Since then, Tova has lived alone in the woods, too ashamed to search for fellow survivors or other faun villages.

She hopes that the Manor could be an escape from her guilt and loneliness.

Name: Goroth

Age: 32

Species: Mountain Orc

Abilities:
Physically speaking, Goroth possesses super strength that exceed most humanoid creatures. While his skins are not resistant to sharp weapons, he can take on blunt attacks head on. He is also resistant to cold weather. Skill-wise, Goroth is a dangerous melee fighter, skilled in both unarmed combat and many conventional melee weapon. However the greatsword and the guandao are two of his favorite weapons and that he has mastered the art of wielding such weapon. He is, however, incapable of performing magic nor is resistant to magic attacks.

Appearance:

Typical of mountain orcs, Goroth is 9'1 (2.76 meters tall) and weighed 359 lbs (162kg). He has green skins and bloodshot red eyes and black tattoo across his left eye given to him by his tribes in his younger days.

Personality/Info:
Goroth is aggressive, bombastic and rude most often. The default expression you'll likely see on his face is of mild annoyance, any time anything or anyone dares to bother him or does not go his way. He gets angry quite easily, as typical of the orcs, and is keen to outburst when things come his way. But having learnt a great degree of self-control, he rarely actually react violently. The outburst are more for venting easily pent-up anger.

Unlike his old tribes, Goroth is a very principled individual. Having been separated with his tribe and forced to be slaves among humans for a while, Goroth soon found himself more familiar with some human philosophies and lifestyle. He hates humans, but gained a rare but profound respect of their culture, in particular their self-discipline (at least in principles). After escaping human captivity, Goroth continued his days devoting himself to the perfection of his craft.

Items:
Goroth wears a set of plate mail armor covering all but his head. He also carries around a set of weapon and tools, most notably his single-edged greatsword and the guandao, in which he is willing to use against any hostile foe.

Backstory:
Goroth is quite possibly the last person alive of his tribe...

When Goroth was merely 10 years old, human settlers discovered the location of his tribe's settlement. Feeling threatened by the orc's presence, the groups of humans made demands for the tribe to relocate, in which given the aggressive and uncompromising culture of his people, they refused. Soon, the humans proceeded to raid the place time and time again. The first few attempts were thwarted, but as time went by, the human group began to mass more warriors to chase out the barbaric tribe as they call them. Eventually, the defense could not hold, and the inhabitants were either put to the sword or sent into slavery for the humans.

Goroth luckily due to his young age, was among the latter group. He was put in chains and marched to human settlements to be sold off. Eventually he was given to the possession of a rather minor lord in the region who demanded slaves of great physical ability to help out with the construction of his village. Life was brutal and hellish being slaves, but he did get to witness (although from afar) human lifestyle. Ironically, despite loathing his human overlord to the depths of hell, Goroth actually admired some of their lifestyle. The discipline, courage and self-respect displayed by some of the humans intrigued him. He also found curiosity in their weapon choices, in particular the sword and spear.

And so, every day, for 8 years, Goroth observed the humans, not just for the curiosity of their culture, but also for a way out. One day, a birth celebration of an important family member was held, and guards were sparse where he was held captive. He had his chance, and he took it. Goroth broke the chains keeping him captive for years, killed/knocked out the guards, stole some of the human weapons and equipment before fleeing into the night before the humans could recapture him.

Goroth managed to escape the clutch of humanity, but he had learnt a bunch from them. From then on, he lived life like a ronin, wandering around in the wilderness, sometimes appearing to do various odd jobs, attaining money and other equipment like his armor from there. But every single day without fail, he would practice with the weapons that he stole from the humans on that day, using the knowledge that he observed for 8 years long.

Appearance:

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All of Ì̧̛̕͝T̸҉̷͜͢s forms are composed of sheets, rolls and scrolls of paper and parchment forming a single contiguous body. When it's being sociable, it takes on an extremely thin humanoid shape, vaguely resembling a desiccated mummy or a skeleton wearing a thin cloak. When stressed or distracted, Ì̧̛̕͝T̸҉̷͜͢s form becomes amorphous, changing shape and dimensions based on need, limited only by what paper is available. Often it will end up as a serpentine mass of paper sprouting dozens of jointless limbs. Two consistent features are the formation of "eyes", wax seals recessed into 'sockets' through which Ì̧̛̕͝T̸҉̷͜͢ is able to see, and the use of a silk ribbon as its tongue when it forms a mouth.

Certain features change according to a pattern, the most important being the amount of writing and/or ink visible in an assumed form. The more comfortable Ì̧̛̕͝T̸҉̷͜͢ becomes with an environment, situation or person, the more it will use older, or written-on paper in its composition. Beyond a certain point,
(There was once something here, but it is too damaged to read...)

Abilities:
Paper Body+ Ì̧̛̕͝T̸҉̷͜͢ has a supernatural affinity for paper and similar material, and is able to physically attract and control unattended paper anywhere within proximity of its form. Predictably, this makes Ì̧̛̕͝T̸҉̷͜͢ incredibly lightweight. Combined with pseudo-
(water stains make the wording illegible)
able to fly given enough room and material. An additional factor to consider is that the writing on the pages it controls act as a secondary memory medium, meaning it
(The rest is too faded to read...)

Fragile- Having a paper body also means lacking the constitution to put up even the most basic physical resistance, and being vulnerable to a great number of things. Should Ì̧̛̕͝T̸҉̷͜͢ end up in a physical confrontation, its forms are easily disrupted and destroyed, and it can be tossed about quite easily by strong winds. Its paper-forms are also vulnerable to water, as it has great difficulty maintaining control of even partially soaked paper, though
(rot has taken part of the page...)
writing damaged or ruined will diminish its ability to remember what was originally written.

A pity it's in such poor condition. I'm sure I had a mending scroll around here somewhere... A bit of time and magic and it'll be good as new, I promise.