Name: Galain Jinn

Race: Bright Elf

Age: 147, physically appears like a human in their mid 20s

Sex: Male

Appearance: Galain sports shoulder-length white hair, straightened meticulously. His form is slender but athletic, sporting the slimmed musculature of the trained warriors of his people. Despite his age, his straight and narrow features make him appear wiser than he actually is. Galain's eyes are also normally closed, hiding his cyan eyes. How he does this while still fighting is one of the many mysteries of the Bronze Castle, but his ears appear to be his weak points.

Personality: The solitary type who avoids most comforts in favor of getting more work done. Patient and stoic, very aware of his kind's long life much to his detriment. At the same time, possesses a dry wit and a sarcastic nature. Unlike his kind, is quite understanding of the monstrous races, having grown accustomed to their culture and lifestyle, while also aware he will never truly be welcomed by them. Seems to be weighed down by a past trauma. Also a bit of a clean freak who will do housework without a second thought if asked.

History: A Bright Elf knight who had come to the Bronze Castle not too long ago, Galain served as a protector of a would-be interloper to the throne. Making it past the walls and beyond, the interloper in question might have been successful in ending the King's reign prematurely had it not been for a decisive blow. With his charge dead and the rest of his retinue defeated, Galain had surrendered. Rather than returning home with his honor tarnished, Galain had chosen to stay within the walls of the Bronze Castle in exile. However, the longer he had spent within the castle, the closer he became with the assortment of monstrous tribes that make up the kingdom. Believing that his people and the monsters could make peace, Galain had sworn himself to the Bronze King, hoping to restore his honor by serving as an emissary of his people. Little did he know the outrage that his defeat had caused in the lands of the Bright Elves...

Personal Ability: Above all else, Galain's abilities with the sword are top-notch, having been trained by a true master of the art, fighting with a mix of single and two-handed grips. However, instead of the flashy techniques used by other Bright Elves, Galain's swordsmanship is much more practical in nature, focused on defensive techniques such as parrying attacks and deflecting arrows mid-flight. Galain's hearing is also quite keen even for an elf, utilizing his sensitive ears to both aid himself in combat and to keep an ear out against ambushes and subterfuge. Other notable skills include negotiating, horseback riding, calligraphy, and acrobatics.

Equipment: Galain's signature weapon is an exotic-looking elven sword, an elegantly forged thin curved blade forged from silverite mithril, a precious metal commonly used by the Bright Elves. While its curved edge is tapered to enhance cutting power, it still possesses the ability to stab like other swords. Galain's other possessions include quilted silver robes made to protect the wearer while maximizing mobility, and a thin mithril circlet worn mostly to denote his former station. Among Galain's most treasured possessions is a silver ring given to him by the knight he once served. The ring seems... attached to him in some way.

Spike Name: Resilience Lunar

Spike Description: A silver ring inlaid with a shimmering moonstone gem. Within the inner portion of the ring, three long spikes emerge, each a reminder of the wearer's past mistakes, retracted until it is worn on one's ring finger. These spikes pierce the wearer's finger if they are compatible with its magics, becoming permanently affixed. The moonstone glows a pale blue whenever its active powers are utilized, and radiating pain surges through the wearer's arm once a power is activated.

Spike Theme: Rejection. To reject the status quo, and to reject outside influences from affecting one's self. The moon orbits away from the sun, and it shines only because it reflects the sun's rays away from itself.

Spike Abilities: At a baseline, Resilience Lunar possesses a passive and an active component. The passive ability allows the wielder to reject physical forces, boosting the wearer's resistance against effects that would knock them down or keep them pinned. The active ability allows the wielder to push other creatures and objects with directed telekinetic force, rejecting those from the wearer's space. While the telekinetic power is strong enough to sweep the average human-sized creature off their feet, it currently doesn't possess enough force to cause any damage on its own.

Name: Amitha Ain

Race: Beastmorph - Goat

Age: Amitha appears to be in her mid 20s. Her actual age is a mystery, as much of her life was spent as a goat.

Sex: Female

Appearance: Compared to the numerous small races of the Bronze Castle, Amitha stands out as a giant. At 6'0" (183 cm) and a toned build, she appears as more of a warrior than a smith. Besides that, she appears to be more human than any other race besides the markers of her previous form: large curved horns and wide pupils.
Personality: While one may first view Amitha as a stoic warrior, she's much more of a curious soul. While a sense of duty and repayment often compels her to often help others, she's just as often spotted doing strange things to experience the process. In fact, one could consider her to be a certified moron. She often shoves inedible, spoiled, and toxic things in her mouth just to try it. While she has skill with blacksmithing--compounded by her spike--her skill with any complex tax besides that is sorely lacking. She's also illiterate, as goats often are.

History: The lone blacksmith with a goat. He lived in solitude--far enough away that only patrols would stumble upon his smithy. Only the constant hammering gave any sign of his existence. He could make anything. Nails, horse shoes, weapons, tools, anything that could be made, he made. The hammering of his forge could be heard from some distance.

He was a miserly man. Misanthropic to a fault, some would say. His eyes would only light up from two things: the glow of his forge and telling others of what his goat had been up to. Maybe he was just using the goat as an enthusiastic excuse to not speak about himself, but he really loved it. He would often tell others about "that time his goat ate an entire set of nails" or "his roof caved in because the goat ate the thatching." His--and his goat's--legacy was only cut short when he keeled over and died of old age while buying his month's worth of rations.

But the hammering of the forge never stopped. Even with news of the dwarven smithmaster's death reaching every citizen of the Bronze Castle, the hammering continued.

Of course, when guards inspected the smithy, there was only a single occupant. A woman with goat horns and eyes, desperately trying to finish her master's final order of tools.

Equipments: Besides the thick leathers worn by a blacksmith, Amitha wields a single dwarven hammer. It was made for smithing with a small steel head, though it had been enchanted with magic to weigh more than it would appear.

Spike
Spike Name: What Spike

Spike Description: Possessing no noteworthy appearance, Cast Manifestation could be considered unique in how unassuming it is. It appears simply as a weathered nail.

Spike Theme: "Smithing"

Spike Abilities
Reformation - By striking a solid material or object, the wielder can bend the struck area to whatever shape they can imagine. The complexity and amount of change determines how many strikes are needed to reform an object. This ability requires immense concentration, making it unsuitable for any combat application other than "warp struck area in some way".
Omnilurgy - By striking two solid materials together, the wielder of Cast Manifestation can alloy them together even if the materials could otherwise not be combined. While this can confer a useful alloy, most combinations of materials create useless trash, unable to be used for even scrap.

Personal Ability: Despite her inability to explain her processes, Amitha is a considerably skilled smith even without her spike. Her general lack of intelligence doesn't apply to smithing. She is one of the few sources of steel within the castle, though her process is too wasteful, long, and demanding to be considered of value. Her ability to fight is also fairly good, but it's obvious that it is entirely instinctual.

covered in dark grey scales excluding face biceps and most of the chest.

Screaming had echoed within a empty building. There sat upon remains of a small wooden animal cage, bones of several types of small creatures, and fecal matter, was Tash. The place seems to have been abandoned, with other kinds of creatures in cages with a assortment of being alive or dead. There were a few piles of dead rats on the floor being consumed by their kin. The rats actually trapped by the rat-traps were at the bottom of the piles, had rotted away long ago.

After long Tash had gathered themselves, turning confusion and fear into bored contempt. Tash made a mess of bottled taxidermies and miscellaneous substances in containers. Upon a time of rest Tash could recall a females voice in their head. It turned into a memory of a hooded figure who would rummage around this room along with repeating several sentences for hours. They would hunch over serval books upon a rickety table. The memory would fade along with Tash's attempts at repeating the words of the women.

The period that Tash spent in the building would last over two days and within that span he started piling like things together. Going through the building he had eaten some animals, while freeing the remaining ones. While investigating the books he came across a bestiary with several pages soaked in rat piss, others just missing. It depicted illustrations of some local fauna and races that included wolves, rabbits, deer, goblins, kobolds, and harpies. The rest of that book, intact, was written and harder for Tash to get interested in. There was a flight of stairs up and out of the basement. Upstairs, the rest of the house, was dim, dirty, and cold. It was nearly baron beyond furniture and essentials. It lacked personality and the soul of someone living within.

Enough time passed forcing Tash to leave the house in search of food in a nearby forest. He ventured in directionless besides for his hunger driving him forward. He would hunt and bring game back to the hut.

One day guards caught word there had been a reduced amount of deer in an area and went to investigate. On a trail Tash had been laying in a bush next to some deer tracks. Guards of the Castle happened to be marching in Tash's direction. As the men came within 20 feet of Tash, he decided to booked it after they had passed. One of the guards noticed and they apprehended Tash for questioning. . .