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Regional History: (this is for lead characters only) You may give me the gist of what you are going for historical/politically and, if approved, specifics can be provided after speaking with other approved lead characters to help blend histories. However, I must know (in order to be approved) the sociological aspects. i.e. culture, traditions, architecture and clothing styles, etc.

There are 4 branches of Humans. Northerns, Southerners, Islanders, and Nomads.

THE NORTH (Regional Lead: OPEN)
Northerners are fair-skinned with hair ranging from light brown to black. There are a few red heads, but they typically live towards Evolin (the Elven lands) and are looked down upon because of the belief that they are of Elven-Human decent. Eye color ranges from pale blues to pale greens. Because of the harshness of their lands they are a sturdy breed of human known for their brute strength (even in women), boldness, and almost brash courage. They live in cities built around hot springs, the steaming water pumped between the stone floors and walls to help keep the buildings warm. Their capital is built upon the black stone that cradles what used to be a massive fresh water lake that is now completely frozen all year 'round. This lake is used for ice fishing and hunting large game that also uses the lake to fish. Their main products are fish, furs, and Ice-Diamond Steal. Ice-diamonds are a type of ore only found in the Northern Mountains and are highly sought after. While the steal, once forged, is almost as clear as glass, it is harder than any other form of forged metal. The trade of Ice-Diamond Steal products have allowed the Northerners to gain considerable leverage for other items (such as produce and livestock) even during the bloodiest of wars.

The North is ruled by a Monarchy, however, the council of High Lords holds considerable sway with the crown.

NOTE: There are disputed lands within the Frozen Lake and her tributaries with the Elves which includes Ice-Diamond mines. See map.

THE SOUTHERN EMPIRE (Regional Lead: OPEN)
The south is the most fertile of lands and the largest of kingdoms. The capital is built upon a bluff that overlook the channel between the North and the South. It is near the second largest lake in Angora and is surrounded by grassland. There is a variety of flora and fauna ranging from prairies, to forests (oak, maple, etc. Not like the Evergreens of the North or the Tropical canopy of Evolin), to unexplored mountain ranges to the south. Their lands melt into the ash covered Shadowlands ruled by reclusive Ragnork.

Traditionally, the Tri-Point Islands are a colony of theirs run by a cousin/sibling/relative of the ruling family. The South is an Empire with great riches. The people are light tan to dark olive in color with hair ranging from vibrant golds to fiery reds. There are some darker haired people in the mix, however because of it's rarity, it is considered a thing of beauty. Eyes range from Honey Brown to dark chocolates.

THE TRI-POINT ISLANDS (Regional Leader: OPEN)
All-man's Keep is located on the largest of the three Islands and is house to the ruling body. Traditionally they are a colony of the Southern Empire. It is an island filled with farmland and exotic fruit trees. The other two islands are less inhabited, but worked none the less. The smaller of the three islands is covered in dense forest teaming with venomous creatures. The last island is a giant group of mountains filled with gold and ore. This, of course, is where the enslaved dwarves work day in and day out... and how the island makes it's real profit, although the naval vessels produced in the shipyards are unmatched.

The humans of Tri-Point are a range of all human types. There are many historical (or perhaps more mythological) accounts that claim that Tri-Point and Hearthstone Island were once part of the two mainlands, connecting the world until various disasters struck. Although the mountains upon Hearthstone can be seen upon the horizon on a clear day, the waters between the two chains is unsailable due to the uncanny amount of stone-spikes that both protrude from the surface and hide just under.

THE NOMADS (Regional Leaders: MULTIPLE OPENINGS)
The Nomads are located in the desert wastes south of the Shadowlands. There is no specific leader, for each family has their own sheikh who will represent them on the council of Sheikhs (Occurs when two ore more families call for it. Located at the Oasis called The Great Well). The Nomads live by moving their herds from oasis to oasis in a fashion that does not destroy the used lands for the next rainy season. Each Family has their own specific traits, beliefs, and styles, however the majority of families range from dark olive to black in skin color with eyes ranging from green-hazels to dark amber. There are no red heads found in the Wastes, however there are two known families with paler (extremely freckled) skin.

The Nomads, outside of the elves within the Tower of Evolin, are the only keepers of magic. Although magic in Angora is naturalistic in nature (think subtle LOTR not Harry Potter), the Nomads tend to make a show out of it. Like all keepers of magic, the secrets are well guarded and highly sought after.


There are two factions of Elves within Angora. Elves and Tower Elves. All elves appear as Tolkien elves. Fair and ranging in a wide range of hair and eye color, pointy ears (fairly subtle, but definitely knife ears), and thin, angular features. While they do outsize most humans, the Northern Stock of Men tend to meet them eye to eye.

TOWER ELVES (Regional Leader: LeiaHair)
The elves within the tower are the Ruling class of all of Evolin (the Elven Kingdom). They are hand selected by Tower Elves before them, trained at their sponsor's side from a young age in the secret arts kept within the tower (sciences, histories, and magic). There is not much known about their activities within the tower, however all council meetings are held at the open air amphitheater in which any Elf is allowed to attend (without a voice, but ears are allowed). This is where all governmental actions are presented to the assembly by the designated committee for that particular item/process/need. The assembly is directed by the Lord or Lady of the Tower. While historically there have been up to four Lords or Ladies at once, there is currently only one. Age, experience, influence, and abilities are all traits looked at in order to be dubbed a Lord or Lady of the Tower. One must also be a direct decedent of a Lord or Lady or must have been born during the influence of the double full moon.

ALL OTHER ELVES (Guild Leaders: MULTIPLE OPENINGS)
Most Elves live and die by their guilds. A child is raised in a formal manner, learning early on their strengths and weaknesses. If not chosen for life in the tower, an Elf is selected for whatever guild they are best suited for. This can range from hunting/fishing, agriculture, woodworking (they live in a rainforest type jungle), to any other vocational guild. Magic is only used by the Tower Elves, however a guild can have a designated Tower Elf within their ranks if any kind of magic or advanced science/history/knowledge is needed.

NOTE: There is a border war with The North at the Frozen Lake and her tributaries. The only access to Ice-Diamonds the Elves have are located in those lands.


No history exists for the Dwarves. The only thing they know and remember are that they have been enslaved by the Southern Empire, slaving away at forges and mines. The majority of their numbers are located in the Tri-Point Islands, however, there are other bands throughout the South. Where once might have been a structure of royalty and nobility, now stands a hierarchy of Foremen. The Grand Foreman is the head hauncho and is rumored to be the only decedent of some significant figure (a hero? a king? a savior?). The Dwarves, although they sing about everything else, keep the specifics of their rumor to themselves.

Appearance wise, they are the typical short, stocky dwarves we see in Lord of the Rings or Dragon Age and come in all kinds of skin tones, hair colors, and eye colors.

NOTE: In order to keep control over the dwarves, all female dwarves are hidden away, only brought out once a year to 'breed' as the Empire calls it.


The Ragnork are similar to traditional fantasy Drow in appearance, although with greater variation of tones and shades of skins and hair. This race, however, differs from them in all other ways. The Ragnork, or "Ashpeople" as some folks call them, have forever made their homes in the inhabitable Shadowlands. The large, active range of Volcanic mountains has not only had it's effect on the land (a constant cloud of ash and smoke, fumes and gasses released that would kill any other race, and jagged paths carved and built throughout the rock by years of lava flows and explosions) but on the Ragnork as well. Their eyes glow lightly, allowing them to see within the constant dusk like days and lava-lit nights, their skin is less likely to be burned by both sun and open flame, and their lungs have the ability to breath most noxious gasses. Salt water, though, will eat away at their skin like acid.

Culturally wise, it is a tribe. Warriors must prove themselves in order to sit at the war table and the Great Chief oversees all. Because no other race is able to survive deep within the Shadowlands, the Ragnork have many.... many secrets. However, for the same reason, they have become revers in the neighboring lands of the Southern Empire and even to some of the Nomadic people... when they come to close to the roots of the mountains.

The North
-Sifora Dalgaard---LeiaHair
-Erik Olofsson---LeiaHair (named NPC)
-Shayden Dalgaard--LeiaHair (Named NPC)
-Viktor Eriksen---viktorseier
The Southern Empire
-OPEN LEAD
Tri-Point Islands (Includes Dwarves and Pirates)
-OPEN LEAD
Evolin (All Elves)
-Lord Adastros My'nar---LeiaHair
The Nomads
-OPEN LEAD
-Sybilla Rior---LeiaHair (Named NPC)
The Ragnork
-OPEN LEAD

Name: Viktor Eriksen

Age:19

Race: Human, Northener

Physical Description: Very tall, slender young man, with sharp features everywhere. Thin and not very physically skilled, unlike most of his Northern peers, with long legs to carry his body. Dark, silky hair, going down to his chin, skin pale as the snow, and icy gray eyes. Cheekbones sharp enough to cut through metal, and a bit of a shark-like smile that makes people nervous just at it’s sight. A purposeful off-putting presence.

Title/Rank: No title, bastard of a Northern High Lord

Personality:
With a flair for dramatics and an incessant need to go out of his way to antagonize his peers, Viktor was never very well-liked for his personality. He was a bastard, in the literal sense, but many would describe him as that in every sense. The way he saw it, he had two choices growing up: he could bow his head down in respect when the Lady and the family berated him, waiting for the acceptance that would never come, or he could take advantage of the fact that it was far too late to get rid of him. Quick-witted and with a borderline sadistic enjoyment of watching people get uncomfortable, upset, or downright furious. Going out of his way to ruin somebody’s day quickly became his favorite activity.
With an unwavering sense of self-preservation, Viktor carefully built the walls surrounding him. He could be funny and entertaining, and even superficially charming, when the situation required it, or he could be downright cruel. He’s a bit lazy, having grown with some comfort, but gets easily obsessed and determined when a goal is set on his mind. Naturally mistrustful of all people, he has never allowed a single soul to get too close. Extremely dedicated to the few things he loves and has passion for, like politics, archery, and the history of the kingdoms.

Character History:
Viktor was considered lucky for the fact that he wasn’t left out to die in the cold of the North, as bastards often do. His father was a man of means and influence, a High Lord, part of the council that had the king’s ear. His mother was nobody, and therefore neither was he. This alone was enough reason to let Viktor out to die, and yet, that wasn’t the case. His father took him home, to his lavish castle in the capital, announcing to his wife and his 3 legitimate children that there was another member to this family. Not killing him was the very last kindness Lord Eriksen ever showed Viktor. After that, all his father gave him were cold looks and cruel, distant words. Viktor could count on one hand how many times he saw him a year.
Viktor grew up in the Eriksen estate alongside his father’s family, but all of them made sure he always knew he was not family. Lady Niekene hated him most. He had barely learned how to properly walk and talk, and she still found every reason she could to punish him, humiliate him, to thoroughly remind him he was an outsider and a mistake. She shared this notion with her children, who disliked Viktor’s existence just as much- Lucio, Marius and Ola treated him like a pest, like a limp, sickly dog who sneaked in their home during a snowstorm. He wasn’t allowed to sleep in the same chambers as the members of the Eriksen family, no, Lady Niekene would never approve of it: Viktor slept in the smallest room as the castle, a floor above the underground lodgings of the staff. Viktor was different from them, he knew soon enough, in every possible manner- Lucio and Marius were strong and courageous, they had a love for fighting and brawling, were loud and impulsive and took any chance they had to start a fight and leave people bleeding. Viktor was scrawny, despite towering over both of them in height, he knew he would never beat anybody in a physical confrontational. He was a negation with a sword, something his father quickly recognized and berated him for. But this undeniable inability to fit in, that in his early, formative years, he saw as a curse from the Gods for his unholy birth, would become his first act of rebellion. No, he was not strong, or gifted in the arts of battle, but he was smart, very smart.
At the age of 9, his tutor would approach his father with the information that Viktor possessed an ‘extraordinary mind’- not only he had a remarkable memory, being able to remember any passage from any book after just one glance at it, he had an undeniable talent for strategy, logic. That was the very first time his father, or anyone for that matter, looked at him like he had any value. Lord Eriksen invested in that, this child he risked his reputation for simply had to be useful for something- he hired the finest tutors of the North to sharpen and curate the boy’s mind, directing it especially to the noble art of war. He also made a particularly pleasant discovery: while Viktor was more likely to decapitate himself with a sword than put up a good fight, he was fairly skilled with a bow and arroq. Viktor, who once was so jealous of Marius for how applauded he was for playing with wooden swords, realized, in a glorious moment of clarity, why this was: they were idiots. The three of them, all his legitimate heirs, though they looked noble and princely enough, what they had in appearances and charm, they lacked in intelligence. And Viktor finally realized he had the upper hand.
It was a turning point for him, who no longer had to cower to the rest of the family. It was far too late for anybody to get rid of him, and he used it to his advantage. He had observed everyone in the castle all his life, he knew what made them tick, what made them angry, and he took every chance he had to do so, antagonizing his half-siblings became his joy in life. Convincing Ola that the visiting Lord from the South was in love with her ad wanted to wed her, or constantly sabotaging Marius’ armor. He once made Marius genuinely believe he was being haunted by an ancient elven princess, and the only way to make it stop was to lock himself in a cabinet, naked, covered head to toe in cheap wine for a week. That was one of the happiest weeks of Viktor’s life, especially because he completely got away with it. It made all of them despise him even more, but what could they do? Viktor knew acceptance would never come, he might as well enjoy himself. At 15, he became a sort of advisor for his father. Not officially, he was a boy, a bastard at that, but he earned his father’s ear with his silver tongue and his brilliant mind. His father still had no love for him, he knew that much, but Viktor had moved on from wanting to be loved to wanting something much bigger: wanting to be invaluable, irreplaceable- and he was on his way there.

Geneviere Devachi

(I apologize .. I couldn't find a picture for my character.)

Name: Genevieve Devachi

Gender: Female

Hair Color: She has long, naturally wavy snow white colored hair that cascades down her shoulders and ends to her strong, sharp shoulder blades. She has light hair which is similar to snow or if her flesh was snow. She inherited the slenderness and pounty ears from her elven half and dark skin from the ragnork side so she has both bloodlines on her side.

Eye Color: She has bright, expressive blue that many a man or woman have ended up getting lost inside of when meeting her. She is what they call a Casanova of men and women.

Skin Tone: Her skin tone is a bright pale

Height: She is 5'1 in height

Weight: She is 109 in weight

Location of homeland: Nomadic (desert)

Race: She is Mixed (Her mother is full blooded elven and her father is full blooded ragnork, she is proud of being of two blooded.)

Nationality: Ragnork

Age: 200 years old

Occupation: A warrior

Faction: A warrior of the desert.

Family: Kira came from a very prosperous family of warriors and sharpshooters of arrows who showed no fear in the face of impending danger of their own lives being possibly take so she is in the ultimate lap of constant danger. She has always been gifted with able to be in hand to hand combat and has been able to use weapons to her advantage, especially with daggers and swords and ever since she was a teenager she was able to be trained by her mother to use them to her advantage when she was in the heat of war.

Equipment: A sword was gifted to her by her father on her 12th birthday.

Skills: She is skilled at hand to hand combat and aiming guns. And she is good at writing poetry in her spare time in her mother tongue wherever she finds the time to be with her thoughts. She was born to be a warrior and as such she was able to be to defend her grasslands and her village from the horrors of the threats that lurk outside of it.

Personality: She is shy, introverted, giving, and kind but only talkative to those she loves and adores.

Likes: She likes flowers and birds.

Dislikes: She does not like violence.

Backstory (optional): Geneviere had also been born in a clan of warriors of equal men and women alike. She was conceived from a fighter mother and a equally fighter father. As if by a sheer stroke of unluckiness her mother was helping her father when she went into unexpected, severe labor and had been forced to give birth to her during a council meeting gone awry and were able to seal the deal an hour before she was due to be born while tussling.

Since day one Kira had dreamed of learning every trick of rules of hand to hand combat and bow and arrow aiming in the books like her beloved mother and father had before her since She was a mere toddler but did such in secrecy. She loved her mother and father dearly to the moon and back, especially her beloved horse Viktoria. Soon, She grew up into a young woman and continue to do the training under the tutelage of her mother and was taught how to steal men's and womens hearts and get away with it from her father before dealing the final blow to her enemies.

Brief Clothes Description: Her favorite dressing that She usually wears has armor and is of clothing on that seems as though it originated from the very depths of Mother Earth itself. It has been a dress from that of her ancient Grandmother's past. She was gifted it from her beloved mother as a token of love and admiration.

Sexuality: She is bisexual and has been that way every since She was born. That means She was born female and She classifies herself as necessarily a wild soul.

She is extremely selfless on a scale from one to 100 it is 100 because She is sweet as sugar to only those she trusts and womanly without a single moment of being cruel to anyone. She is on the spectrum of kind 100%.

Physical strength:

*Sword
*Daggers