Name: Rahne Sinclaire

Age: 24

Race: Human

Profession: Soldier

Description: Rahne stands proudly at a rather modest height of 5'4,the average for someone of her age. She has a strong, lean, well-muscled figure that screams fighter. As if they weren't enough, her body has various scars, across her arms and even the bridge of her nose and eye. It's quite rare to see her without some sort of injury. Her somewhat fair skin is often marred with bruises, or her fingers wrapped in bandages. Her hair is a salamander shade of orange and is kept straight and somewhat long, descending just past her shoulders. Her eyes are teal blue.

Personality: Rahne is not the most intelligent person. She leaves much to be desired as far as formal education goes. She can handle the most basic of math (so long as she can use her fingers), and she can read, though she isn't the fastest. Beyond that, she knows nothing, and even within that, she finds herself struggling often. She finds herself struggling when it comes to the nuance of social interactions, often misunderstanding a situation entirely, or even being fooled.

But for what she lacks in intelligence she more than makes up for in ferocity, conviction, and heart. She's a stubborn and unyielding girl who, when convinced that she's right, is nigh impossible to convince otherwise. When she commits to something, she commits wholeheartedly, sticking with her decision until the end, even when the going gets tough. She always says what she means and means what she says, even if it comes across as offensive. She means well and tries to do right by everyone when she can.

Bio: The 7th child of 10, Rahne was born and raised in the small western village of Rola. As a child, she would go outside to play and often come back with scrapes and bruises from fighting with other kids or trying to do something dangerous to impress others as well as herself. This worried her parents to no end, and eventually resulted in her father to bringing her to assist him with logging, making her use her energy for something more productive than scrapping with other kids or pulling some dangerous stunt. The work was tough, but it was simple and rewarding, and Rahne quickly grew to appreciate it. But as she grew, her appreciation for the work was dwarfed by a sense of wanderlust, a desire for adventure.

As Rahne grew older she began to grow bored with her life in the small town. It was pleasant, but it was repetitive. The days began to run into one another and she found herself unhappy with her life. It was on her 18th birthday that she made the only decision she could think of to get out of Rola and explore: enlist in the military. With a heavy heart but healthy optimism, she moved to the city of Kessa, where she grew into the soldier she is today. Kessa has become a second home to her, and she would defend it like she would anything she cared for: with her life.

Skills and Abilities:
What Rahne lacks in intelligence, she more than makes up for in tenacity, strength, and skill. She's a more than capable fighter in either unarmed or armed combat, so long as it does not require touching a bow. She's quite strong and agile for a human. Her greatest strength, however, is her will power. She can fight through nearly any amount of pain or injury, and continue trucking as long as she needs to.

Name: Ambrosius Tallvalor the 4th

Nickname: Ambrose

Age: 34

Race: Half Tabaxi

Description: Ambrosius is tall, standing at an impressive six feet and five inches. His hair is a light brown, appearing almost orange in the sunlight, and his eyes are a bright and curious blue. His frame is lightly muscled, but nothing extremely impressive.

Personality: Ambrosius is stealthy, coy, and mischievous, and it seeps into everything he says and does. He much prefers to avoid tackling things directly, preferring to use misdirection or dance his way around issues, finding more clever ways to solve problems. Unfortunately that, combined with his innate curiosity, gets him into more trouble than he can often handle. He's constantly sticking his nose into anything that catches his attention, but because of this, along with his father's tutelage, he's just as knowledgeable as he is smart. Perhaps his greatest weakness is his need for companionship. This, in conjunction with his ego, leads to self-isolation, and loneliness. Despite enjoying his time on his own, he's been on his own for far too long, and is crying out for some sort of companionship.

Bio: Ambrosius Tallvalor is the only product of his parent's union, and as such, found himself being incredibly spoiled. Being Half-Tabaxi, he did not retain the longer lived lives of his father's parentage, something that weighed heavily on his father, and ultimately caused a rift to grow between his parents. Despite this, his father would go out of his way to make sure his son was well prepared, training him in all sorts of things. Eventually, the constant doting of his parents, and their own arguing, got to be too much for Ambrose, and he decided he had to strike out on his own, for his own sanity. Unfortunately, his parents did not take the news well.

His mother burst into tears, while his father made no attempt to hide his feelings of anger and betrayal, and much preferred to kick him out. Either way, Ambrose got what he wanted, he was free, free to travel the world and do anything he wanted to. Or so he thought. The road was long and arduous, and he had no idea where to go nor a coin to his name. He resorted to stealing, initially sticking to stealing from local drunks or other, less honorable thieves, but crime is a slippery slope, and soon he found himself stealing from travelers and honest salesmen. Eventually, he had a reputation as "THE Cat Burgular", and it didn't take long before he stole from the wrong person.

What he thought was just a caravan turned out to be far more than that: the caravan belonged to a duke, and when he learned that his merchandise had been stolen, he used his political weight to convince the city of Kessa to send a few soldiers after him. At first, the confrontation went well for Ambrose. He danced his way around the soldiers, making good use of his cat like agility and magic. He did not kill them, but he was not above injuring them, taking them out of commission as swiftly as he could. Unfortunately, he overestimated himself and underestimated one of the soldiers, a steel-eyed red head. He hadn't expected a human to hit so hard, none of the others had! IT was this fight that would lead to his capture and imprisonment. But with the attack on Kressa, he might have finally found a chance to escape, and perhaps he could find the human who captured him again....

Skills and Abilities:
Ambrosius is stealthy and agile. He's talented at hiding his presence and blending into his surroundings, leaving no trace of his presence if he can help it. He's fast as well, ridiculously fast, and it is these two traits that make up his preferred method of combat. Get in, attack, and get out. It might take longer, but that's fine with him. It's the result that matters.

He's capable of a variety of magics as well, such as healing (something he's also knowledgeable in) and offensive cantrips and spells, though he's still somewhat of a novice when it comes to that.