Name:
Nefrena Iseueret
Age:
20
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. 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 opportunity to deliver a fatal blow while an ally engages. For taking out more heavily armored opponents - a spell that turns the edge of the blade into a highly powered, pressurized water saw is her favorite. 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.

Name: Dolivodro Kaspov
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Ingvarr
Rank: 5 of Swords
Appearance:
A tall somewhat bulky man with two ram like horns that curve out from the top of his red headed short spiky hair. He is a clearly fit and toned adventurer with some experience under his belt. He has a slight stubble of trimmed mutton chops for facial hair. When not wearing his armor he can be seen wearing somewhat baggy clothing clearly fit for the colder climates of the north that have been worn down from years of use, specifically a brown furred coat with a hood and chestnut colored pants.

Personality: Calm and kind hearted when outside of combat he thinks best on how to help those he works with first. Often, to his own detriment, even giving up most of his rewards for quest fulfilling to teammates if they give him a fake sob story along the way. Within combat he flips to a heated and determined man concerned first and foremost with stopping the enemy in their tracks, and second in crushing them fully in a show of strength.

He is horrible at attempting to sneak around due to his personal belief of fighting the enemy head on being the only honorable way to fight. This has earned him a bad reputation among coin ranks as a musclehead through and through.

Brief Backstory: most of his history before becoming an adventurer could be boiled down to a single word: Simple. His life before becoming an adventurer was as a simple farmer working hard and cold pastures for years, saving up money, and competing in town events to show strength every turn of season. After becoming an adventurer he quickly rose the ranks up to fifth of swords with his tenacity and honed strength, being known by guilds to take on even the lowest paying quests and ones below his strength if requested, but has recently hit a slump in his growth, while still showing promise.

Equipment: An old farming hoe blade carried as a personal possession, a single set of well worn plate mail, a typical guard's spear you could find almost anywhere, a buckler shield, a backpack slung over his shoulders, and an explorer's pack full of rations, waterskins, rope, and the works.

Skills:
Sentinel: he specializes first and foremost in drawing enemy attention and keeping it locked on him with his massive figure and natural physical strength.

Tough: Due to his extraneous work back in his homeland as a farmer his body is naturally a bit more durable than others letting him shrug off weaker physical blunting blows.

Cold/heat resistance: Hailing from the colder pastures, he's naturally more resistant to magic and environments where the wind is like a biting cold fenrir, however on the flipside he doesnt deal too well with the heat, and deserts are his natural enemy during the day.

Honorable Warrior: Highly skilled in one on one combat, he has a natural talent for combat against single enemies with his overpowering strength combined with natural technique in battle.

Herbalism: Working with plants for so long has lead to him having wide knowledge on plant species, herbs and mushrooms. Even plants he can't identify he'll be able to take educated guesses on the effects of what consuming one might do.

Animal interest: He's knowledgeable with a wide range of birds, having a fascination with species like Pidgeons and Owls from a young age. He can usually track a bird like creature to its roost through its natural habits like marking and feathers.

Name: Léon Reverdin

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Rank: 5 of Cups

Appearance: His normal appearance standing at 5'9", is more akin to that of a young Mayonite seminarian or scholar, rather than a hammer-toting cleric. When fully garbed in the attire of a shrine keeper, he seems like a different person.

Personality:
Having spent much of his life studying with the Mayonite church, Léon is personally familiar with hardship but not tragedy. He comes off as trusting and idealistic, but is not oblivious to the evils of the world, especially those that it is the duty of the Twin Churches to oppose. He isn't particularly adventurous or bold and perhaps is even a little apprehensive about stepping into caverns and dungeons, but it is Mayon's will, thus it is Léon's duty to carry it out even if it's not what he signed up for.

Brief Backstory:


Léon was born to a poor but devout family in Estival. When he was a child, his parents took him on a pilgrimage to the Shrine of the Pierced Skull. He was awed not only by the relic itself, but also by the helmeted, hammer-wielding warrior-clerics who stood vigil over the shrine and its contents, and the image stuck in his head for years. His parents were quite pleased with the though of their son joining the clergy, and worked hard to give him the opportunity to do so. Many of his younger years were spent serving as an acolyte for the church, and when he was old enough, he formally became a cleric novice. During his studies, he specifically requested to be assigned to the shrine that had left such an impression on him, despite it being effectively a backwater assignment with little opportunity for upward mobility in the church. After several more years of scrubbing the shrine floors, rigorous martial training, and theological and magical study, he was ordained and granted the arms and vestments of a shrine keeper.

After a brief period of service, Léon was called to perform an unusual duty- the local Mayonite clergy had asked the shrine to spare someone to assist the Estival Adventurer's Guild and as the most junior keeper, he was picked. His duties were to spread the light of Mayon, lend his skills as a cleric to the adventurers, and in the process search the dark corners of the world for evidence of Elionne or any relics connected to her. It sounded like a bit more excitement than he had expected for his station, but he couldn't let Mayon down, so he set out to join the guild.

Equipment:
When adventuring or on duty, Léon wears the protective vestments and helmet of the shrine keepers, and wields a war hammer, their iconic weapon. He also carries a scepter topped with a perched dragon, serving as his spell catalyst, and can double as a light mace in a pinch.

Skills:
As a cleric of Mayon, Léon is trained in the use of magic to aid others. He can close wounds, bestow blessings against various forms of harm, and strengthen them spiritually, mentally, or physically. Additionally, he is versed in Mayonite water magic, able to manipulate water to form protective barriers or allow himself to wade through water without being slowed. In addition to his magical skills, Léon is a capable fighter with his warhammer, able to swing the heavy weapon far more adeptly and deftly than his appearance outside of his keeper attire would suggest. He also has a formal education in history and theology pertaining to the Church of Mayon.

• Name: Nuri Tajra
• Age: 24
• Gender: Female
• Race: Human
• Rank: 6 of Swords
• Appearance: A beautiful woman with bronze skin, dark brown eyes, and neck-length hair usually swept over to one side underneath a hood. Nuri has an athletic, muscular build, standing at about 5'10. Casually she wears clothes reminiscent of her southern, desert-dwelling culture, showing plenty of skin while still being practical. She has plenty of pouches and straps, even her casual clothing having leather armor on it. She's also often seen with her companion Eagle, Talun. The mark of Reon resides on her left hip, underneath where her shortsword sheathe is. On the other hip is a tattoo of three names in a script foreign to Estival.
  
  Her armor is made of form-fitting steel and red cloth. It's stylized, perhaps overtly so for more conservative tastes, but still effective and well balanced, allowing for full range of movement. As well as being plenty intimidating, as when she uses her Divine Solar Fire the red plume trailing behind her helmet is enchanted to ignite itself.
  
  
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• Personality: A rambunctious young fighter with a penchant for getting into a little too much trouble considering her occupation. Not exactly the picture of piousness, Nuri is fun-loving and charismatic. She's an empathetic and sociable person, who enjoys meeting new people and making friends. Outgoing, extroverted, yet down to earth and humble. She has a good sense of humor, often attempting to crack wise, and is able to poke fun at herself. Nuri has a very laid back, live and let live mentality. Nuri enjoys good drinks and good times.
  
  Nuri takes good care of her weapons and armor, if nothing else. When alone, she practices playing her lute or refining her artistic skills. Caring for Talun, a free-spirited Eagle that shows up whenever he wants, is also something she enjoys. He is not her pet, but rather a wandering companion. Usually he is close by and drops in to say hello at his pleasure. Occasionally, he'll join her on hunting trips or bring her caught rabbits.
  
  Don't let appearances decieve you, though, Nuri is as fiercely devout as any paladin of Reon. Undead will recieve her final mercy, and necromancers will be allowed one chance, and once chance only. Due to her past, slavers in particular will have a hard time escaping punishment. But when it comes to metting out justice and performing her clerical duties, Nuri is very by the book. Her duty is the one thing she takes very seriously. Slackers don't have a place among the Reonite elite. When it comes to battle, Nuri is brave yet practical, and goal-oriented with excellent leadership qualities. Usually she's able to bring the best out of her fellow adventurers both on and off the field.
  
  Nuri is a shameless thrillseeker, and wouldn't be throwing herself headlong into the most dangerous situations if she didn't get at least a kick out of it. After all, its right there in the name. "Adventurer." Not "Solemn Duty-er." If someone is in this profession and isn't having a good time, they need to re-evaluate their life choices, if you ask her.
• Brief Backstory: Nuri was born in the deserts to the south, in a prosperous oasis and river city. Her mother and father loved her very much and, when Nuri wasn't in school or working, they encouraged her interests. Physical activity, playing music, learning how to draw, and learning how to fly. For a good portion of her youth Nuri was convinced she would build the worlds first flying machine. It never came to pass, but this interest transitioned into that of birds of prey. She and her brother would often go out and explore.
  
  When Nuri was 12, she and her family's home was attacked, and they were kidnapped by slavers. For three long years she toiled and suffered. One by one, she lost her family members until she was all alone. At her lowest point, she moved a while away from her captors knowing that when they found her she would be punished for trying to escape. She looked up at the sun and hoped to die from heat stroke. When she opened her eyes next, a paladin of Reon, gleaming and brilliant, towered over her. It was on that day her captors were destroyed, and it was on that day she found her freedom once again.
  
  To her there was no other option- she wanted to be a paladin. Never would she allow an injustice such as the one that came upon her befall another family.
  
  Thus she began to train. At first she was stoic, serious, hardened. She threw herself into her training to cope with her grief. But overtime she began to open up and become her fun loving self again, as her scars, physical and mental, began to heal. Her career as a paladin was a few years long, but her old wanderlust began to creep back in. Perhaps the Church is more forgiving of her antics because of her past. But she didn't want to embarass them too much either way, so she struck out and joined the Adventurers Guild to start really having some fun, do some good, and make some cash along the way. What would she do with the cash? Not sure. Keep her stuff maintained and probably give the rest away to the needy.
• Equipment:
  
  Burning Longsword: Her signature weapon. Sleek, elegant, refined, infinitely lethal. Two handed, this perfectly balanced, finely made weapon can be used to great effect. On its steel are divine symbols of the sun. As if Reon herself has blessed the blade, it ignites and becomes searing hot. Hot enough to slice through steel and monsterous flesh alike. Undead particularly crumble to ash by merely standing too close.
  
  Stalwart Armor: Enchanted, well made armor of a Reonite Paladin. When hit hard enough it sparks, releasing heat and exploding outward. It's incredibly resilient, designed to tank blows when Nuri decided not to defend herself and just keep attacking. It's extremely well balanced, its weight distributed nearly perfectly among her strong body.
  
  Shortsword: A curved shortsword of more obviously southern design. A curved blade for when things get dire.
• Skills:

Master of the Longsword: Nuri is well-trained and well-experienced with her longsword. She has a particularly fast and offensive style. Moreover, Nuri uses ever inch of the weapon, not just the blade. She's mastered unorthodox techniques, such as grabbing the blade with one hand to guide thrusts with more power and accuracy. Sometimes she grabs the blade by both hands and swings the handle around like a hammer, allowing crushing strikes. Pommel strikes, jabs, the Longsword's versatility is on full display when wielded by Nuri. It makes her strikes all the more unpredictable.

Hand to Hand: When push literally comes to shove, Nuri is no slouch. She is a master of hand to hand combat, able to restrain, strike, and incapacitate her enemies even without a sword. While out of her armor she is an agile fighter and grappler, and while it in she is more than capable of bowling her enemies over or delivering devastating wrestling moves.

Courage: Nuri's mind and spirit are bolstered by heavenly resolve. She is immune to fear and heavily resistant to mind control or other mind altering effects. This courage is infectious, and her allies will be granted resistance aswell. Especially if they are closely bonded with her personally.

Flameburst: Nuri gains a burst of offensive speed, leaving a trail of fire in her wake. She can even use this to run up and launch off walls. She can also use this while suffering great falls to reduce fall damage. Finally she can just run straight into someones knees to knock them over. She can even use this ability in mid-air. She can do this about three times, roughly every hour. Or every time she rests for a short while and catches her breathe. She can do it more than that but it puts strain on her body. The most she's ever done without taking a break is 6 under safe, practiced conditions.

Tactical: Nuri is a tactical thinker and works well with a team, trying to account for her and her teammates strengths and weaknesses in order to achieve the most optimal outcome.

Charismatic: Nuri is great with people, able to persuade, decieve, and even occasionally seduce to get what she wants in order to avoid direct conflict or just find things out. Nuri is a people person and she's easily trustable.

Animal Handling: Nuri is good with animals, especially her companion Eagle Talun.

Name Trina

Age: “That’s a good question.”

Gender: Female

Race: Fairy

Rank Four of Coins

Appearance: Trina is a six inch tall blonde fairy. Her body is fairly standard for a fairy with black butterfly-like wings and a small pair by her ears.

Personality: Trina still has the childish curiosity and pranking nature of a child, though her language tends to be more mature. Due to her experiences the last… However many years, her words have a tendency to be a bit on the rough side. She’s also a bit of a braggart, claiming to be at least “Six, no, Seven of Coins!” to people she may not exactly know. And if you ask her opinion on something, or what to do… Expect a rather extreme answer! Though, if she’s told it’s a bad idea she is likely to actually give a good one, but it’s mostly only to make her look good.

Brief Backstory Many years ago, Trina separated from her friends to take a nap somewhere quiet and in the end was kidnapped by some bandits. For years she was kept as the leader of the bandit gang’s pet that he kept in a cage. The years merged together for her, but she was sure the gang leader turned from a youthful appearance to a more haggard one with grey hair.

Regardless, she was carried around in a cage by the leader and he basically told her to agree with him when he said something, eventually, it came to the point where she just shouted out statements she knew he’d like since he would reward her with sweets. Eventually though, she got wholly bored of this life. Being in a cage was something she never liked, though she did have moments free from it.

When a Nem thief snuck in to steal something from the bandits, the fairy threw a fit. “Hey, you! Jackass! Over here! Let me out! LET ME OUT!” She screamed. “You help me, I help you!” With that, she was rescued by and became the partner of a Nem named Neffy.

Equipment: The only real things Trina carries on her is her clothes though she considers many things of Neffy’s as hers.

Skill: Trina has been working on being sneaky for years in an attempt to escape from her cage and her captivity. While it never really helped her get out she got quite a few good attempts. She was actually taught how to pick locks because the leader thought that it was amusing that she would try to escape and wanted to see if she could do it. She did, but only with help.

Aside from her thieving skills, she has natural magical abilities. As a fairy, she has natural elemental abilities like conjuring fire or bringing forth water. While she was held captive, she practiced illusions on and off but she was never really able to do much with it until after she was freed by Neffy. After she was rescued, she also practiced using magic to lift nearby objects that she just would not be able to lift otherwise.