Name: (What we call you)
Race: (What are you? Examples are Human, Elf, Minotaur, Slime, Gnome Etc.)
Age: (Remember, you are fresh into the world of adulthood)
Gender: (This ones obvious)
Appearance: (Either a picture or a detailed description or some fantastic combination of the two. I want to be able to picture your character in my head)
Class: (What is your character going to do? Examples are wizards, warrior, rogue, priests etc. Or make something up and describe it)
Personality: (What are you like)
Strengths: (What are you good at)
Weaknesses: (What are you less than good at)
Biography: (Where did you come from where did you go)

Ealinata is a fair sized continent filled with magic, mayhem, monsters, and MURRDDDEEERRR!! It is the only continent that is widely accepted to exist, although there are rumors of other continents across the ocean. Every race imaginable seems to make their home on Ealinata, however the major world powers seem to be the humans of East Balmoria, the dwarves of Iron Keep, and the elves that live beneath and within The All Tree.

People always need something to worship, and the denizens of Ealinata. Most major deities will grant some of their divine grace to those who worship them.

Storalla - God of Life
Storalla is the god of light, the sun and the stars. It is believed that he and Phantasmiba are the two responsible for most of the mortal races. Storalla is said to despise darkness and often his disciples are at odds with the disciples of Grimma, the goddess of death and shadows.

Ugrad - God of Combat
Ugrad is the god of honorable combat, war, and strategy. He is often revered by warriors of every race as his placing can be bestowed on any who fight well and with honor.

Phantasmiba - Goddess of Magic
Phantasmiba is the mother of magic in all of its forms and one of the gods responsible for the creation of all mortals. Though she did not create magic herself, she is responsible for the mortal races beings able to use magic

Millenia - Goddess of Time
Millenia is the goddess of time, age and growth. It is through her hand that all things age, grow, and eventually, perish.

Grimma - Goddess of Death.
Grimma is the goddess of death and shadows. It is through her all life comes to an end, and by her hand that a mortals afterlife is chosen. She is also the goddess of shadows and the things that dwell in them.

This list is a work in progress. Other deities will be added as time goes on these are just the basic ones.

The main hall is the primary meeting place for new students. It houses a large reception area capable of holding every student at once. It is here that new students are given their starting equipment and room assignment. Mr. Hoseforn’s office is found in the main hall as well. The Main hall is usually used to house large social gathers such as dances and feasts. It is also were students are told to evacuate too in case of some extreme emergency.

Its the library. They call it the hall of mysteries to try and make it sound enchanting and fun, but its pretty much just a library. Thousands of books on any subject you can imagine are found here. You can find books on everything from necromancy to to cook books as well as a few necromantic cookbooks.. Their are several private rooms that can be reserved for private activities. There is also a much smaller restricted access library that houses things of a more..sensitive nature. Only teachers or Mr. Hoseforn himself can give access to students and any unauthorized persons will be vaporized upon entry.

The halls of learning are were most of the classrooms can be found. There are approximately 60 different classrooms, each capable of housing between 30 to 100 students at once. Private laboratories can be reserved for magical experimentation. This is where most of the teachers personal offices are found as well. Each instructor has office hours posted outside of their door.

The Hall of Combat is not actually a hall at all but an arena. This is the primary area where students combat skills are tested. Feuds between students can be settled in private duels and tournaments are held on occasion in order to test the students skill in both magic and physical combat. The Hall of Combat has been warded in order to prevent death or serious injury. The arena is also capable of changing its layout in order to make competitions more interesting. The arena is capable of holding thousands of spectators as some of the more high profile contests are open to the public.

A market were students are able to purchase all kinds of equipment, from weapons and armor to previsions and powerful medicines. Any reading material required for classes can also be purchased here at a ridiculous mark up.

Its a cafeteria. Students are provided free breakfast and dinner with an option of purchasing lunch. Reasonably priced snacks can be found here throughout the day and any creatures with special dietary needs can be accommodated.

Name: Asmodius Hoseforn

Race: Human

Age: Really...really...really old

Gender: Male

Appearance: Asmodius Hoseforn, often referred to as Hoseforn, is an exceptionally old man. His skin is wrinkled and spotted but remains taught against what was once a muscular build. His hair and beard have turned entirely gray, however, he seems to few signs of balding. He once stood a bit over 6’2” but old age has caused him to slouch and he stands closer to 5’10”. The color’s of his robes have been known to change color sporadically, though they often remain brown. He can always be found wearing a large pointed hat that generally droops to the side and many speculate is as hold as Hoseforn himself.

Class: Wizard probably

Personality: Hoseforn is a difficult man to predict. He is often care free and cheerful but there is a certain madness to his gaze that has a tendency to unsettle those around him. He rarely speaks a cruel word, but when angered he has been known insult grown men to tears. Undeniably intelligent, many also consider him absolutely crazy, though none have ever been able to prove it. He somehow manages to be kind heart-ed and greedy at the same time.

Biography: The history of Hoseforn is long and complicated, Most of the information about him comes in the form of fables or superstitions, however, some concrete information can be found if one looks hard enough. Hoseforn is believed to be at least 250 years old, though his true age is likely much older. He joined the Magus' Librarium as an already old man with an astounding understanding of magical theory and abilities that far out shined most of the other Magus. Despite his power and knowledge, his strangeness caused many to stay far... far away from him. Records state that he spent nearly 30 years in the Magus Librarium’s many libraries, only leaving to sleep, eat, or bathe. He then disappeared for 5 years without a trace, it s a complete mystery what he did in those years.

The next time Hoseforn was officially spotted was upon the sudden appearance of Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers. It is said that school simply materialized in a matter of moments, but this is just a myth,. The truth is that it took 3 days for the school to finish construction. How he managed to build the school so quickly is still a hotly debated topic among scholars.

Hoseforn’s opened about a month after its construction has existed for over 150 years. Hoseforn has always acted as its caretaker and dean, even occasionally teaching a class. How he has managed to stay alive for so long is another mystery that baffles scholars, as living past 100 is extremely rare for humans, even human mages. Even stranger is the fact that in the 150 years since Hoseforn’s Academy opened, Hoseforn’s appearance has not changed in the least.

Name: Maya Jhalavar

Race: Drow (A race of dark skinned elves who often live in far away from the rest of society.

Age: 326

Gender: Female

Appearance: Maya is tall and slender, standing at about 6’0” even. Her skin is grayish-purple in color and long silvery white hair reaches well past her waist. Her eyes are generally light blue in color but have been known to glow bright enough to be seen in the dark. Her face is kind and attractive and she can almost always be found with a smile on her face. She usually wears a long black dress with slits in the side to allow ease of movement. She carries a twin pair of khopesh, long swords with a crescent curve towards the end of them. Her swords are a gleaming silver color with a strange blue that follows the edge of the blade.
Class: Sword Dancer (An exceptional sword wielder his movements are often compared to dancing. The unique style is hard to predict and incredibly fast though it lacks the brute strength of other styles.)

Personality: Maya is an incredibly kind and loving soul. She’s rather playful and will dance or sing any chance she is given. Her carefree and kind attitude is often mistaken for childish or immature, but any stupid enough to try and trick Maya are shown the dark, brutal side of Maya that so many Drow are famous for.

Classes Taught: Swordsmanship, General Combat, and any classes to do with dancing or music.

Biography: Maya grew up with where most drow do, beneath the Dead Island in a place most call the Beneath. Drow are known as cruel and viscous people, they value power and worship Grimma above all other gods. Maya, was different.

From a very young age Maya wanted nothing more then to dance and sing. She almost couldn’t help but smile, much to the distress of her parents and those around her. She was an outcast among her people, a stain unworthy of their time or attention, but this never seemed to bother her. What did bother her, was the almost uniform cruelty of her people. How could an entire species be so full of hate and malice. As she reached the age of what most races refer to as “pre-teen” it became clear that she needed to leave the drow and find her own way. Her peoples patience with her had become non-existent, and she knew that she would not be allowed to live if she stayed. She waited until the early hours of the morning, snuck out of The Beneath, and stowed away on a slave vessel headed for the mainland.

She does not speak much of her early years on Ealinata. She stayed in Windlton for a time, but the town showed to many characteristics that reminded her of her home, so she left to travel the world. She attempted to visit the Grand Tree, but the elves there were suspicious and uninviting towards her. She attempted to make her way too Balmoria, and wound up in the desert, where she nearly died. It was here that she met an already ancient wizard who gave her food, water, and shelter.

The old wizard was somewhat mad, but he had a true kindness too him that Maya had not often experienced. He took her the rest of the way to Balmoria and paid for her to train with a local sword maiden, an elf woman named Lizayla. For nearly 100 years Maya honed her craft, her swordcraft becoming legendary. She moved like a dancer, swift, beautiful, and extremely deadly.

Maya adventured for a time, but when Hoseforn appeared, she had assumed the man had been long dead, and offered her a job teaching at his new academy, she couldn’t help but accept. She has taught at Hoseforn ever since.

Name: Sir Vermont Baleth

Race: Human

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Appearance: Sir Vermont is an middle aged, rugged man. He’s tall at 6’4” with a powerful muscles that have not lost their tone. His hair is a mixture of gray and black, though it leans more towards gray in recent years. His body holds many scars from past battles, and an eye-patch covers his right eye. When not adventuring he wears a perfectly pressed black tunic with gold embroidering along the edges. The tunic holds two patches, one for Hoseforn’s, and the other the symbol of Storalla, the god of life. When adventuring or if he believes he is about to be in combat Vermont wears a set of heavy silver plate mail. The armor looks simple enough and has the symbol of Storalla etched into the pauldrons. The inside of the armor has runes etched into it, giving him boosts in strength and endurance and making the armor almost unbreakable.
Class: High Paladin of Storalla

Personality: Sir Vermont is about as gruff and stern as they come. He rarely smiles and has little time for foolish games. While he is generally even tempered, he does not tolerate cruelty or prejudice in his presence, and has been known to use force when he feels it necessary. He rarely yells, but has look that is entirely capable of sending shivers down a grown mans spine. He does have a caring and softer side and believes all living things are a gift from Storalla, though you wouldn’t guess so from being around him.
Classes Taught: General Combat and Healing. His is also in charge of any church matters on the campus

Biography: Vermont was left at a church of Storalla as an infant, his mother to young to take care of him. Even as a child he was always more serious than most, never playing with the other children and spending most of his time studying scriptures. His strong sense of justice became evident at an early age as he began to get into fights with anyone who attempted to be cruel towards his fellow orphans. He always accepted his punishments for fighting, but would never apologize, saying that it was his duty to help those who couldn't help themselves.

It quickly became clear that he was a natural fighter, and so he was sent to train as a paladin. He rose quickly through the ranks, out classing many who were much older than him. Once he officially obtained the rank of Paladin he went off on his own to search out any “evil” he could find. In his early 30’s he was promoted to a High Paladin, a title that bestowed him a great deal of authority within the church and led to him being known as Sir Vermont.

It’s not widely known why or how he began teaching at Hoseforn’s. He had never been the nurturing type, but he took the job with what appeared to be little consideration. He has been teaching at Hoseforn’s for a little over 5 years now.

Name: Dex

Race: Unknown

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male (Probably)

Appearance: Dex stands at about 6’0” even. His features are impossible to make out due to the leather armor that covers his entire body. The most striking thing about his appearance is the beaked mask that he has covering his face, whether he wears the mask for comfort or for some other reason is unknown. He carries with him a plethora of weapons. Two blackened shorts swords sit on his waist. Throwing knives adorn his body as well as numerous small pouches with different potions and powders. The most striking weapon is his long, recurve bow. The bow seems to be carved out of some type of bone and is littered with runes. His leather armor is heavily runed with anti-magic scripts, causing most spell to evaporate as they come in contact with him.

Class: Rogue

Personality: Dex is quiet and immensely secretive. He rarely speaks except when teaching or when asked a direct question. It is the general consensus that it feels….uncomfortable to be around him. Many believe him to be a trained killer. He has rarely been seen disciplining a student, but this is most likely because few are dumb enough to act out in front of him. He has a frighteningly intelligent and tactical mind.

Classes Taught: Stealth, Archery, Potions and Elixirs, Hand-to-Hand Combat

Biography: To say that Dex’s history is unknown would be an understatement. No one has been able to dig up any information on him, and even his fellow teachers don’t know him well. There are rumors of him being an assassin, but no one has proof. The only information that others have been able to dig up on him is that he’s worked at Hoseforn’s for the past 10 years. He has been known to disappear for weeks at a time, though no one knows where he goes. He is also terrifyingly efficient in a fight and very knowledgeable about the subject’s he teaches.

Name: Maurine Rickter (Not her real name but the one she took as a teacher)

Race: Naga (Naga are a sort of snake/human hybrid. They are often able to take on the form a a large serpant, a normal human, or a mix of the two.)

Age: 250

Gender: Female

Appearance: Has three forms she is capable of taking. In her serpent form she is 16’ long with green and black scales and a white underbelly. Her head is cobra like with with long pointed fangs capable of dispensing venom. Her eyes are yellow with black slits for pupils.

In her human form she stands at 5’6” with a thin and toned body. She has no scales to speak of, though her eyes do retain the yellow color and slits for pupils. Her hair is is a greenish black in color and her ears have a slight point to them.

Most often though she appears as a mixture of the two forms. She has the long snake like body where her legs would be but retains a human torso. Black and green scales cover her forearms and her fingers have sharp dagger like nails. Her teeth are generally sharper then a humans in this form. Her hair is long and the same blackish green color as her human form, but her ears become even more pointed.

Class: Sorceress

Personality: Maurine, known as Mari by most of the staff, is a hard individual to read. She often comes off as cold and calculating. She has little time for foolish games and will not hesitate to discipline those she feels are making foolish decisions. However, there is a great deal of kindness in her. She seems to love teaching and watching her students grow. She is ferociously loyal to Hoseforn, and insulting the old wizard in front of her is a good way to get hurt. She is highly intelligent, and her grasp on all things magic is impressive.

Classes Taught: Rudimentary, Intermediate, Advanced, and Expert level magic classes.

Biography: The life of a Naga is never an easy one. There appearance is often terrifying to those who don't know anything about them, and so most other races fear and persecute them. Mari was no different. Iin her younger years she was part of a small clan of Naga that roamed the deserts, trading with travelers and harming no one. Her people loved music and basking in the warm sun, and were experts at finding fresh water in an otherwise inhospitable environment.

Sadly, at a young age her clan was found and murdered by a group of “hunters” who were after the unique snake skin that her kind possessed. Her father managed to pick her up and carry her off, hiding her in a nearby cave, but he went back to help the others and never returned. Mari searched for any survivors of her clan for a time, but was never able to find them. For years after the attack she was forced to remain in her human form out of fear of being discovered by those who hunted her kind. She moved from city to city, never staying anywhere for long and never getting close with anyone. She survived, but she never trusted anyone.

Eventually she was found by a small group of hunters, who knew what she was because of her strange yellow eyes. She would have surely died that day, had it not been for an incredibly old, possibly insane, wizard who happened by. The man, who Mari later came to know as Hoseforn, turned the hunters into large newts, who then promptly exploded.

Hoseforn became fascinated by Mari, not because of what she was, but because she had “incredible magical potential.” Though weary of him at first, Mari agreed to travel with the old wizard, and has stayed by his side for the past 160 years. Hoseforn taught Mari everything she knows about magic, which is a great deal to say the least. In return she protects Hoseforn with her life, runs the day to day operations of the Academy and teaches many of the students how to harness their magical potential.

Name: Throndrout Grimbrew

Race: Dwarf

Age: 196

Gender: Male

Appearance: Throndrout Grimbrew stands at just above 4' tall with the wide powerful build often associated with dwarves. He is almost seen in a leather apron with out any sort of shirt as it "Gets to damn hot!" for a shirt. He is almost always wearing goggles of some kind and has a tendency to carry what looks like an average blacksmiths hammer with him wherever he goes. His long beard is usually braded and adorned with gold of some fashion. He is balding slightly and his hair and beard are starting to gray as he ages. There are almost always scorch marks on his beard and eyebrows from some experiment going awry.

Class: Artificer (He makes things using runic magic and Alchemy.)

Personality: Few would ever doubt Throndrout's brilliance. Some may doubt if the Dwarf is sane or not. He can be grouchy, loud, and a little scary at times, but few have the passion for knowledge and creation that Throndrout has. If you can manage to get past his gruff demeanor and the constant stream of cussing that he spews, you might find that Throndrout is a fantastic teacher who will go out of his way to help his students. Just don't challenge him to a drinking contest. You'll probably get alcohol poisoning.

Biography: Throndrout rarely talks about his past, and the rest of the staff tends to keep tight lipped about it as well. The only information he has ever given is that his decision to leave the Iron Keep and come to Hoseforn's in order to pursue to craft was met with a great deal of strife. Still, the aging dwarf has been teaching at Hseforns for some 20 years now and his contributions to the further development of both alchemy and artificing can not be denied. He was the first to discover the concoction he lovingly refers to as "Blow your ass up powder"; usually shortened to boompowder by his students.

In his years at Hoseforn he has taught countless students, he has also been known to black a few of their eyes or crack a few of their ribs if they did something truly stupid. It is unclear if Throndrout actually LIKES teaching or not, but he has a tendency to get results. For those students he takes a particular he has been known to create a special weapon for them. These items are usually one of a kind and incredibly effective when they don't blow up.

Selena (Mizuki) Vixen.

Kitsune

18

Female





Selena is fairly short at 5’4”. With long natural pink hair that goes past her waist and a large floofy pink tail with a white tip. She’s in great shape with her daily training from the shrine, as well as recently from Mr. Reinheart.

Samurai/Moon Priestess Goddess

Selena kind and very quiet, being first and foremost extremely polite. However, once you actually come to get to know her, and she is more comfortable around you, you will see the childlike excitement and wonder, easily excited over little things. As one would as if they tried it for the first time. Once she makes a friend she will do everything to hold onto it, as she had few friends growing up, especially few that were her age.


-She has a great grasp on healing magic, as this was one of her main duties growing up.
-She is adept with a katana, another requirement of a priestess.
-she is able to turn into a fox, just like in the picture. However, she is only as big as a medium sized dog. (She will become bigger later on in life)
-The moon strengthens her magic, makes her healing spells stronger… and her fox form is bigger and stronger as well.
-She can communicate with animals.
-She has a far superior sense of smell, and hearing. She can see quite easily at night.
-She is Willing and eager to learn as much as she can.


-She is overly naive, does not understand how the real world works at all.
-She is quick to trust and fall for any sob story. With her being so kind, this has gotten her into serious trouble already.
-Her sense of smell and her hearing can be a curse as well. Loud noises hurt her ears/scare her super easily. Any overly strong smell can make her sick.
- So while she does have sword skills, she lacks experience of a real life or death fight.
-She is a very sensitive girl, not used to anyone ever EVER being truly mean to her.
-She has only learned the common tongue recently, so it can be hard to understand her. Often confusing words and embarrassing herself.
-Her magic is affected by how full the moon is, if there is no moon she has very little magic power.



Selena did not have a normal life, she was the eldest daughter of the Mizuki clan, a ruling clan over 10 others. She was destined to become the next leader. That is, until she was born. She was a Miracle, a Reincarnation of Oinari; Their Goddess that watched over them and protected them from the evil humans.

The reason they believed this, was because she had long pink ears. Now, Kitsune had very different sizes of ears, as well as different color of hair. However, the longer the ears a kitsune had, the closer they believed you were related to the Goddess Oinari. This is how the Mizuki clan became the leader over the other clans in the first place.

They were still long, though they were much shorter than what they used to be a hundred years ago. Besides that, baby kitsune ears were always small, but grew when they matured. However Selena’s ears were already far larger than any child ever before, to the point where they looked more like bunny ears to non kitsune. Ornari was always depicted with such ears, and to top it off, her hair was pink, which none of the kitsune had seen for hundreds of years. Another sign she was the goddess reborn.

She was to be raised on a shrine hidden on top of the tallest mountain, closest to her ‘real home’, the moon. She was to be raised as a priestess of the moon, and prepare herself mentally and physically for the time she will regain her memories and lead her people to expand into the world once again.

While one would think it would be a life of luxury, it wasn’t. She was a prisoner. She never had a chance to be a child...always training, always learning. She was friends with all the other priestesses in the shrine, but none were her age. She considered them all as her older sisters. But it was always a formality, they never grew truly close. Also she was never allowed to play with any children who did come to pay respects, as much as she wanted to.

She felt truly alone in the world. She could have anything she ever wanted, except leaving the shrine, or having friends. This only made her want to escape more and more. Upon hearing more about the outside world she longed to see it. Till finally she ran away just a few days after her 17th birthday.

Knowing she will never be able to blend in on the island they lived on, as everyone knew who she was right away, she did the most sensible thing...she took a small boat and sailed towards the mainland. Sailing was simple of course. Point the boat east and let the wind push her.

Clearly wasn’t the brightest idea she had. As for her luck, she sailed into a storm. After what seemed like days clutching the edge of the boat, she was tipped over. Losing consciousness soon after.

She woke up on the beach, surrounded by a bunch of humans gawking at her. She didn’t understand what they were saying. But their faces were red and they clearly stank of alcohol. Stories that her sisters used to scare her at night about humans popped into her mind. Frightened and confused, she scrambled to her feet and tried to run away. Only to be roughly grabbed.

She started yelling at them to let her go, prying at the hand that gripped her wrist like an iron shackle. Only for them to laugh, talking excitedly amongst themselves. They stopped suddenly when an arrow whistled and hit the man who held her arm in the shoulder. Once released she bolted down the beach.

She could hear yelling, and while some chased her, most of the others ran towards their new assailant. She heard movement to her left and looked, seeing a white haired boy about her age running towards her, bow drawn and firing. The arrow sailed behind her and into the man who was the closest chasing her.

He fired two more shots quickly at the last man who was chasing her, and yelled something. Causing the man to stop and block one of the arrows trained on him while the other missed. The boy ran past her, his eyes trained on the man. He put himself in the path of her attacker, and stood his ground, he had no arrows left, but instantly started fighting with his bow as if it were a staff. she finally got the feeling he was trying to help her. She stopped a bit away to catch her breath and to see what the heck was happening.She could see the other men who surrounded her fighting two new men who looked like the boy, and who seemed extremely skilled in combat.

Looking back to the boy, she could see he was quick and agile, easily out maneuvering the man and knocking him out with a blow to the head.

Long story short, she was saved by an adventurer and his two sons who lived nearby. Once the men were taken care of, and tied up. They offered her water, which after a bit of hesitation and finally realizing she was parched, she sniffed it… then drank it greedily once the cool liquid touched her lips.

The Adventurer crouched down in front of her after she finished drinking the water sack and began talking softly. Clearly asking her something. And with her confused look, understood she didn’t understand what he was saying.

After a bit of charades she realized he was offering food and shelter, The idea of a bed was too good to pass up, and she decided to follow...carefully. It wasn’t long before they reached their simple home, a beautiful woman with white hair came out to meet them, after speaking with the adventurer, she quickly turned to Selena and motioned for her to come inside, where she would be given a new set of clothes and cloak, to warm her up, and food.

This is how she met the Reinhearts, and was ‘adopted’ by them. Who spent the next year teaching her how to read and write and how to understand this new world, Especially Finn, who became her first real friend. She also found out the fastest way to see this world would be to become an adventurer. Finn, who was the boy who saved her, was becoming an adventurer himself. With help from Finn’s father, she was able to get into the academy as well.

Name: Rodrick Malentine

Race: Tiefling (A race of former humans whose ancestors were cursed, giving them a devilish appearance)

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: Rodrick stands at roughly 6' tall with a medium and toned frame, and light red skin. His hair a deep, rich and he tends to keep it long, but this is more out of a hatred of dealing with a barber then out of any sense of fashion. His eyes are a golden yellow in color and he has semi large horns that stick out from his forehead. He goes back and forth between being clean shaven and having a short beard. His clothes are a hodgepodge of whatever is comfortable and offers a little bit of protection from the elements. Most of his clothes do tend to have small pockets or pouches sewn into them, as one can never have enough pockets. He tends to be smiling most of the time, whether he is actually happy or not.

Class: Bard/ Swashbuckler (Rodrick uses a vibration in order to to strengthen his allies and himself, and to cause general mischief to his enemies. He is also skilled with a rapier and a dagger and tends to excel more in one on one combat.)

Personality: Rodrick is surprisingly quiet for a bard. He rarely is loud or boisterous unless it benefits a situation. He generally comes off as confident and outgoing. This is an act. Rodrick is, in general, terrified of most social interactions. He is secretly in a constant state of panic when he has to deal with others and he always feels as if he is going to say something stupid. In order to cope with this he has a tendency to stay on the more... intoxicated, side of life. He especially has difficulties around woman, even though he comes off as charming and polite.

Despite his social shortcoming Rodrick is quick to act in dangerous situations. He has a quick wit and a sharp tongue when needed, and he learns quickly. He has a great love for art and music and appreciates them in all of their forms.

In the past few years Rodrick has noticed a strange anger that seems to lie in the back of his mind. He's not sure what causes it, but there have been a few moments were he has become overwhelmingly enraged and blacks out. The anger feels alien to him, almost like its coming from something else. He has no memory of what happens when he black out, which worries him even more.

Strengths:
- Rodrick is a rather talented musician and singer. He seems to have a knack of being able to play any instrument he picks up.
- He is rather good with a rapier and a knife, and he has some natural talent with vibration magic.
- He is agile and quick.
- He is intelligent and a quick study when it comes to learning new things.
- He is a talented liar
- In moments of extreme anger or stress he gains an unnatural strength, and seems to feel almost no pain.

Weaknesses:
- Unbeknownst to Rodrick he is inflicted by a curse known as 'Mephestos' Mark.' It is this curse that causes him to blackout in moments of extreme stress or rage.
- He is terrified of embarrassing himself in front of others and lives in an almost constant state of mild panic.
- He relies on alcohol to dull his panic and negative emotions.
- He is a talented liar. Which means being open and honest with others is difficult.
- He is incapable of using incantations or runic magic. He is also incapable of making a pact with a spirit.

Biography: Rodrick’s life has never been an easy one. His mother, Anabella was a tiefling who was a skilled performer. She was an extremely talented dancer and singer and could seemingly play any instrument she picked up. She taught Rodrick everything she knew about how to perform and schmooze. She was talented swordswoman as well and made sure that Rodrick knew how to defend himself. Rodrick and Anabella would travel from town to town, sometimes with other mistrals and sometimes by themselves. His mother’s performances made them enough to get by, but never enough for them to settle down anywhere. It was far from easy, as life on the road is often hard and filled with dangers, but the two had each other and that was all that mattered to Rodrick.

As he grew older Rodrick became curious about his father, but Anabella would give him a sad smile and only say that he was a great warrior. She would never describe him or give Rodrick a name, which left Rodrick confused, but he would always drop it as he could see the pain in his mothers eyes. She would never even confirm if he was still alive or not. After a time Rodrick stopped asking about him, though his curiosity never truly faded.

As time passed Anabella became more and more ill. She tried to brush it off as nothing, but before to long she was no longer able to travel. Rodrick looked everywhere to try and find help. He visited every doctor and cleric he could reach, but none were able to do anything for her. When Rodrick was only 14 his mother passed away. She left him her lute and her ornate Rapier and what little money she had managed to save up.

Rodrick buried her under a small cherry tree and the north of Balmoria. He stayed near her grave for a few months after her passing, unsure of what to do with himself. He mostly just sat and played her lute wishing for some miracle that would return her to him. Time became a blur for a while.

But life must continue..... And Rodrick was not quite ready to give in completely to despair.

Eventually when he ran out of food and money Rodrick traveled to Balmoria and attempted to make a living there. It was difficult going, as there is little for love tieflings in Balmoria, and even less love for orphans. Somehow though he managed to get buy. He was forced to sell his mothers rapier at one point in order to buy, but refused to part with the lute for anything. Rodrick would often perform on street corners and in shady taverns for whatever he could get.

After over a year of struggling Rodrick finally started to make a slight name for himself. His talent at the lute was obvious and he had a deep rich singing voice that many found pleasant. He found a regular job at the Red Warden Inn, a small inn close to the merchant district of the city. They gave him a room and 2 meals a day, and allowed him to keep whatever tips he made for performing. It wasn't an extravagant life but it was pleasant enough.

Still life in Balmoria was never easy. Rodrick was attacked, robbed, and beaten half to death more then once during his time there. At one point he woke up covered in blood in an alleyway, a dead man laying nearby. Rodrick could remember nothing of what happened in the past day and fled the scene as quickly as he could. He learned to lie to get what he needed and to try and stay out of trouble as much as he could. His unhappiness grew as time passed. He started to miss the road, but was sure how to save enough money to get away from the city.

It was on his 19th birthday that something rather strange happened. Rodrick found a letter hidden among his few possessions. He had never seen the letter and was convinced that it had not been there before. What was even stranger, was that it was an acceptance letter to Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers. Rodrick had never applied for to Hoseforns, or to any other academy for that matter, and was convinced it had to be some kind of scam or trap. But the longer he thought about it, the more the idea called to him. He was tired of Balmoria, tired of struggling just to survive. It was a chance, even if it was a small one.

And so Rodrick packed up his meager belongings and used almost all the money he had stashed away to buy passage with a caravan to Hoseforn’s, the tiniest flame of hope burning his heart that he could find a better life for himself.

Finn Edward Reinheart

18

Male

Human



He is 5’6” despite having a tall father and equally tall mother didn't seem to to pass on to him. He has an olive skin tone with emerald green eyes, broad shoulders, muscular right arm and athletic body. He also has a Dwarven made, arm and leg prosthetic. (leg has similar designs) That functions exactly like a regular arm and hand, but he only has a sense of pressure that he can feel throughout it. the same goes with his leg. He also has massive scarring up the remaining part of his arm, across part of his chest and back. Then coming up his neck to his eye. He also has many nasty scars that are from knife wounds that litter the rest of his body.

He always carries his custom made long bow, which is a bit thicker than any other longbow, and slightly less of a bend. As if it is a staff that was turned into a bow. Which is essentially what it is. Enchanted to be as hard as steel, but remain as light as wood. It has a long thin rod that goes over the hand grip (as if it is a makeshift hand guard) But it is what he uses to hook to a loop over his right shoulder on the back of his dark brown bandolier. So he can easily put his bow away when not using or quickly arm himself. He decides to wear his quiver on his right hip instead of his back. And has leather bracers as seen in the picture. (no goggles)



If you could define Finn in one word, it would be determined, possibly the very definition of. He is always optimistic, despite any odds and never gives up. Seeing each new thing in his way as a challenge to make himself even stronger or better. Seeing the lesson in all things.

He is smart and observant, also kind and honorable. always looking to help others before himself. He believes fiercely in defending those who are in need, even if he has to stand alone. He doesn't care for money but for the experience in life and becoming stronger himself, often spending all his money on others after his needs are met.

He is always smiling and often, quite often. Has a mischievous side where he likes to prank anyone and everyone.



Archer/Rouge - Finn took on his fathers fighting style as using his bow as a quarterstaff. While he is adept at both, he still is learning. While he can fight head on, he tends to observe and find weaknesses in his opponent and use his surroundings to his advantage. Using his agility and nimbleness to use his surroundings as well.



-Archery: He doesn't always hit his target, but he's skilled to be close to be able to. He is very skilled at shooting quickly, able to hold three arrows in his draw hand at a time. (his father can hold five) and fire them fairly accurately within 3 seconds. (His goal is under a second)

-Quarterstaff: He is adept with using his bow as a quarterstaff, while he can block swords and clubs. He can only deflect axes otherwise his bow can be damaged.

-Magic: He mostly only uses basic elemental magic, but he can apply it to his arrows to throw off the enemy or use it to advantage.

-Observant: He uses his surroundings to his advantage, whether for moving around or using a pot of oil, water, hay, Etc. to use his basic magic on.



-Finn can be too reckless. He pushes himself way too hard too often, and has gotten hurt from training more than in actual fights. it's as if he is trying to make up for lost time.

-Even though he has had his prosthetics for four years, they are still a bit heavy. His shoulder and hips hurt badly after long days, the skin under them can get raw and even bloody. Again, he will push through the pain but often pays the price. If he's too hard on them they can break, they are strong but there is still many fine parts inside them. The magic inside can only do so much. He has broken both his prosthetics a few times. while he learned a little on how to maintain them and do minor fixes, he would have to go to a dwarven specialist.

-He wont be able to learn higher power magic. He cant wrap his head around it. He can chant silently in his head, but it takes a lot more concentration than it would others. He has already screwed this up a few times, injuring himself badly.

-He gets a little hot headed when he meets anyone who supports slavery or profits from it. He can be a bit brutal if it comes to blows. This has also spilt over to anyone who thinks humans are better than other races. He knows he and his family are some of the few who are not ok with it, and has to control himself a lot. This has come up much more when Selena came into his life.

-He hates bullies and will always start a fight with them. (Even if there are any teachers he will probably do this.)

-Gets Irate if called too small or weak. Will often make stupid decisions right after.



Born as the youngest of 5 to a pair of adventurers who were partners when they traveled. He was a surprise, being four years younger than the fourth brother. He was also born prematurely. Which often was a sure death for a baby. Making his parents distraught at the thought. But by some miracle, he did survive and grew up in a large town of Everton on the coast in between Hoseforn and Windlton. Far smaller than those two cities, it mostly uses the ocean to transport the large amount of food from the lands around it, being much quicker to do so than to travel by cart to either city .

He would grow up hearing stories of his parents' adventures, as well as his fathers more recent ones when his mother stayed home. Finn’s personality was greatly molded by these stories and his fathers lessons. Knowing from a very young age, he too wanted to be just like his father.

Finn was always on the smaller side, despite his taller parents and siblings who seemed to be blessed with their height. Often being picked on by the other children of the town for being so small and not being able to keep up with the other kids. Often getting in fights because of this.

His father Fenros Reinheart was known as a hero in the world of adventurers and commonfolk. He would focus on protecting towns and citizens wherever he went, even against what seemed impossible odds. Also known for a unique fighting style not used by anyone else. A mixture of archery and staff fighting with a small amount of hand-to-hand combat.

Fenros, would train all his sons with his same style of fighting. His four older brothers became successful adventurers because of it. Fenros trained Finn as well, but it seemed he would put on kid gloves in comparison to his other brothers.

Finn noticed this, and wanted to prove to his father he wasn’t weak, or afraid. But no matter what he said, it wouldn’t change for years because Finn desperately wanted to be like his father and brothers, Finn would often get hurt badly because he pushed himself too hard. This worried his father and mother, so much that he wouldn't budge on his stance. That is, until after Finn almost died.

When Finn was thirteen, he had grown a lot stronger physically. Enough that he wasn’t losing AS many fights anymore. He also was quick and agile, from the times he was ganged up on and had no choice but to run. He could move around the town quiet easily, climbing walls and jumping between roofs to get away. Only because of years of practice. Which made him confident.

He happened upon two men attempting to kidnap a ten year old boy and girl. Most likely to sell into slavery up north. As it was known to happen. Finn couldn’t let this happen. Managing to get the drop on one of the men, Fin used a piece of garbage wood to crack him in the back of his head.

Quickly turning on the other guy who had a dagger. In the next few minutes, Finn managed to fight back, and give the man a few bruises, but nothing serious. Finn on the other hand received countless cuts and deep gashes, along with a black eye and bloody nose. Dizzy from all the punches the man gave him as well. But managed to keep the man away from the two kids, and kept getting back up. Making enough racket that other people were now starting to hear them.

The man finally had enough and decided to cut his losses and started a chant in his head for a fire blast. When he was just about ready he raised his hand, the fire gathering in his palm as he aimed towards the kids to get rid of the witnesses.

With the last of his strength, and no other choice. Finn rushed forward and grabbed the hand, using his other fist to hit the inside of the elbow to turn the hand away. The momentum and unexpected move worked, and knocked the man over. However the chant was completed...Finn had taken the brunt of it on his left side. But so did the man as they were both on the ground.

The pain was so unbearable, he passed out. Waking up almost a week later, he found out he had suffered massive burns obviously, but so bad on his forearm and leg they had to amputate both. Finn was crushed… his dreams to become a hero like his father was gone now.

What crushed him more, was he heard his father left the day after this happened. His mother wouldn’t say why. But he knew. He was a disappointment… he couldn’t protect himself from a thug. Nor could even become stronger if he wanted.

But that wasn’t the case. His father returned a few days later, with a Dwarf in tow. One he met on his adventures a while back. This dwarf was skilled in making magical armored prosthetics that were so intricate and light that it felt like a real arm, mostly. Such prosthetics were typically super expensive, this dwarf being the expert in this. But it didn’t matter to Fenros.

His parents explained to Finn how proud they were of him. When they had heard how hard he had fought, Fenros realized this was all his fault for not listening to Finn and training him as his brothers. Now, he would do everything in his power to make sure his son will have the best chance to become an adventurer.

The next couple years were hard after that, because Finn had to relearn how to walk with his new leg. Also regaining the fine motor skills in his left hand once again. But Finn never wavered, complained or pitied his situation.

A couple years after he fully recovered he was training with his eldest brother and father when they came upon a group of drunks surrounding a mysterious girl on the beach. His eldest brother recognized the men as a group of wanted criminals tied to kidnaping and murder. After explaining this, was when the girl began to yell and try to get away. Without hesitation it was Finn who raised his bow and fired the first shot.

Finn had heard myths of kitsune, as they were actually the closest to the island. Stories of how merciless they were kept any sailors away. mostly thought it was superstitions, and what it really was just dangerous waters, or just dangerous beasts. He never thought they were so beautiful.

After all that, and when Selena started living with them, Finn was the one who helped her the most with speaking. While his family did help a lot as well, and all of them learned a bit of kitsune as well. As he spent probably the most time with her, he is the most fluent in the family. though it is very much broken up he is sure, similar to how Selena speaks in their tongue. Selena will often turn to Finn if she doesn't understand, asking in her own language while using charades till he understands.

while Finn still aims for his original goal, he does hope and aim to help Selena in her dreams as well.

Name: Karya of Brackenglade

Race: Wood nymph, a race of forest-dwelling beings descended from the fey.

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance:


Karya is tall and lanky, standing at 5'10". She has plenty of lean muscle from her archery training and living in the wilderness, and dresses in earthy-toned, practical clothing that often ends up torn around the edges. Her warm tan skin has a ridged texture similar to tree bark. Her sharp golden-brown eyes, and messy hair with vines and flowers woven into it, add to her wild look.

Class: Druid/Ranger

Personality: Confident and daring, Karya is as unwavering as one would expect of someone with characteristics of a sturdy tree. Once her mind is made up, it's near impossible to turn her from her goals. With her boundless energy and good cheer, she fills every moment she can with activity, whether exploring, woodcrafting, or training.

Said determination often leads her to push herself too hard, or get into situations over her head. As far as she's concerned, though, an adventurer needs high standards to be the best they can be - and she has a personal reason to want to excel. It isn't often that someone sees past her boisterous, tough facade, to the fears and regrets underneath. She has to be strong, after all. Strong enough to help others, a certain person in particular.

Strengths:
- Due to her bark-like skin, she's physically resilient.
- She has a strong affinity for plant magic.
- Skilled at crafting, particularly with wood. She carves her own bows and arrows.
- Proficient at archery, with a keen eye and good aim.
- Her knowledge of the wilderness helps in survival situations.

Weaknesses:
- Vulnerable to fire, and afraid of it - it's common for wood nymphs to be at least wary of fire, since it's a major weakness. Most use runestones for cooking and winter warmth.
- Fey ancestry gives her a weakness to cold iron, a type of iron that's forged at a lower temperature to protect its properties. While she's ok around regular iron and steel, she can't wear it as armour for a different reason - it goes against druidic principles.
- Not the best at hand-to-hand combat. She can use her crafting knife in a pinch, but lacks skill and experience with close range fighting.
- Very little knowledge of urban civilisation and life outside of the druid circle. As such, can come across as ill-mannered.
- Overconfident, and while she means well, she can act like a know-it-all on missions.

Biography: Born into a druidic circle deep in the woodland, Karya knew only the wilderness for most of her life. As such, she learned survival skills from a young age - crafting, hunting, defending herself and others. Since children in the village are raised communally, she grew up with many role models and mentors, yet the most influential person in her life was her older sister Xanthe.

Not only was Xanthe a formidable defender, hunting down monsters and other threats, her tracking expertise extended to searching for lost travellers. The Brackenglade tribe, despite being looked down on by some as primitive, overall had decent relations with nearby settlements due to not just their trades of enchanted woodcrafts, but their rangers' skill with search and rescue. Karya aspired to this calling, looking up to her sister as an example. In her youthful naivete, she thought no harm could possibly befall someone so skilled and strong...

Until Xanthe left for a mission one day, and never came back.

Not even the other trackers could find her. Karya herself tried a few times, nearly landing herself in trouble, having to be brought back to the village by other tribe members. Painfully aware of how futile these attempts were, she nonetheless refused to give up. If she had to take her training further than most, so be it.

Which was why she enrolled at the prestigious school she'd heard of via adventurers who'd travelled by. Hoseforn Academy. She hopes to eventually become an adventurer adept enough to find her sister, or at least find out what happened to her.

These feline-featured people were originally created long ago by human mages, to serve as familiars. Magically bound into slavery, and sometimes even used as blood sacrifices, they eventually turned against their creators. Once free, they retreated from the large cities and formed their own small communities, many grimalkin taking on even more independence and living solitary lives as rangers or rogues.

Their history affects their attitude towards magic. While some embrace it, as it helped their ancestors break free from their masters, many more are distrustful of it. This may be ironic for a race with a lot of magical potential, but they claim their past is proof that it's too easily misused. The type they're most accepting of is natural magic, such as their shapeshifting ability, and even that's considered something to only do when necessary. Everything else incites wariness, as they believe those who seek power are typically unfit to wield it.

Those who reject magic often learn martial skill to compensate, and defend themselves against threats, making good use of their catlike agility.

The grimalkin are recognisable by their cat ears, eyes and tails. They have retractable claws on their fingers and toes, and stripe markings on their skin are common. Their senses of hearing and smell are sharper than those of a human, and they have keen night vision. They are also able to take on feline form, resembling either housecats or small wildcats.

For the most part, their communities keep to themselves in small towns and villages, although some intermingle with other races. Being skilled hunters, they often live in or near forests. Places of worship are rare, since most have little to no interest in religion, wishing to be bound to no one.

Name: Tybert Palug

Race: Grimalkin

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Tybert's most striking features (to non grimalkin anyway) are his cat ears and tail, glossy black like his hair. He has tan skin, and running from eye to jaw on either side of his face is a marking resembling a tabby stripe. His eyes are blue and slit-pupilled, and he has small fangs, as well as retractable claws. He stands at 5'11", with a lithe build suited for agility, and scars on his arms from his martial training.

Class: Fighter

Personality: Tybert is quiet, refined and finicky, to the point that he could be described as stuffy. He isn't the most approachable person, often wearing a frown and snarking under his breath. It's rare to see him smile, besided the occasional confident smirk, and even rarer to hear him laugh. His haughtiness drives him to be the best he can, so he spends much of his time studying or training.

Those who get past his grouchy exterior will find a much more affectionate side, and may even get him to be somewhat playful (emphasis on "may" and "somewhat"). He's extremely protective of his friends, and has a strong sense of justice in general, refusing to tolerate slavery or exploitation of any kind.

Strengths:
- His feline traits make him highly agile and flexible. He's good at jumping and climbing, and when falling, can land in such a way as to prevent or minimise injury.
- Skilled at fighting with swords and daggers, and with his claws in a pinch.
- Keen hearing, smell and night vision.
- He can turn into a cat, which is useful for stealth missions.
- If he got over his dislike of magic, he'd be pretty apt at it. Particularly motion magic because of his dexterity, and spells that temporarily enhance others' skills and functions.

Weaknesses:
- Since he relies on agility, he can't wear heavy armour.
- Despite having an aptitude for magic, he has a strong aversion to all but the most natural kinds. He distrusts magic users, and refuses to use it himself. If he has to use it as a last resort, his conflicting feelings about it often weaken the spell or make it go awry.
- Stuck up and snobbish, he won't admit to his mistakes or shortcomings easily, and is reluctant to take others' advice.
- Loud noises and strong unpleasant smells are overwhelming to his sharp senses.
- His cat transformations take 10-20 seconds depending how tired or injured he is, during which time he can't move and is vulnerable.

Biography: Growing up in a woodside grimalkin community, Tybert was a fair bit more free-spirited when he was younger. Taught from a young age to train as a fighter like his parents, he tended to defy the strict expectations put on him. Venturing outside of the town was how he met Trixie, a girl from Kako Village.

Trixie appeared to be human, and Kako Village was known for the crafting of magical items - two reasons to be wary. The grimalkin had a difficult history with human mages, the first of their kind having been created by them as familiars and bound into servitude. Many, including his community, outright rejected most forms of magic for this reason. Still, youthful curiosity won out over fear, and he developed a friendship with Trixie. A friendship that, sadly, wore away after an event drove him to take on the ideals of his family and community.

His father died in battle, and Tybert felt the need to follow in his footsteps. Not just this, but to be a good role model to his younger brother in their father's stead. Slowly, he drifted away from Trixie as the anti-magic prejudices of his family and his mentors got to him. Yet, likely thanks to her, his curiosity about it never completely disappeared. Since part of his training was to defend against magic, this involved learning a few things about how it worked, and he looked into it more than he should have.

One day, tragedy nearly struck again, as he learned his brother had been severely injured in a training accident. The medics were doing what they could, but the situation looked bleak. Visiting his bedside, Tybert knew there was only one thing he could do, even if it went against his principles. He wasn't going to lose anyone else. Making sure nobody would notice, Tybert focused and muttered the words for a healing spell. Considering his lack of experience, it took several tries for anything to happen - and by the time he managed to help his brother to any extent, the medics caught him.

He was promptly kicked out from his training, and his family made their utter disappointment clear. Even his brother, who'd been stabilised enough to pull through, admitted he'd rather have died with honour than live in shame. It seemed at first there was nowhere to go, but one person turned out willing to help - a certain old friend. Despite the distance that had grown between them, Trixie was willing to shelter him.

It was through her that he heard of the prestigious Hoseforn academy, and decided to go with her to regain his honour, as well as prove himself to his family. The only issue was it would inevitably be full of mages, but he'd show that even without casting a single spell, he could do better than any of them.

Name: Atuln Skanl
Race: Orc
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Atuln stands at 6'2, green skin, pointed ears, two tusks protruding out of his mouth and somewhat muscular build due to doing heavy lifting in his tribe and traveling. Normally he wears robes and other clothing expecting of someone who lives in the desert when allowed. Atuln has several tattoos on his body. One on the right side of his body, on his head and on his face. Along with study cloth wrappings that he likes to wrap around his hands.

Class: Shaman/Mage
Personality: Atuln can be described as a somewhat introverted bookworm that while he enjoys his time alone studying, planning, and learning, and other things. He is capable of being social if required. Though it takes time for him to become friends with someone and once he has made a friend. He is loyal to his friends and is always around to help his friends if needed. Though if that that is broken then it is hard to regain his trust.

He tends to be someone that goes with the flow most of the time. Occasionally, speaking up when needed or going to do his own thing. Rarely getting angry and it takes a while of constant annoyance or malice to make him angry. However, insulting him based of being a brainless orc or bullying others gets under his skin fast.

One thing about him since being a shaman and making a contract with his great-grandfather. He has asked alot of questions about him and sometimes asking to convince his family to give up their quest to find the lost city of Kol. To which Bakel always replies that he must learn on his own and not to rely on him for help. Just for guidance here and there and it was his family's choice to try to finish what he started. For he did not make his family undertake such a task. Which Atuln has mixed feelings about but, ultimately somewhat respects.

Strengths: - Though he mainly fights with magic, orcs are naturally strong, or at least stronger than humans.
- Due to years of traveling around, Atuln has developed good stamina and can last longer than others.
- Despite some stereotypes of orcs being stupid, Atuln is quite intelligent.
- Since he grew up in a scholarly tribe, he is quite knowledgeable about cerian topics to a point like history, for example.
- He has basic survival skills and knows how to survive in a desert environment.
- Atuln can be Atuln and can spot things that others have missed.

Weaknesses: - Despite his natural strength, Atuln has little hand to hand or close combat experience.
- Atuln loves a good book and depending on the subject, he can lose track of time pretty easily.
- Despite what you would think, Atuln is a lightweight and can get drunk fast. So he tries not to drink if he can.
- Trust is something important to Atuln and once that trust is broken. Then it is hard to regain that trust.

Biography: Coming from the desert and from an oasis, Atuln and his tribe were always different from the other orc tribes. For unlike the other orc tribes that inhabit the continent, that tend to be warlike and favor martial skills. Atuln's tribe that while they can defend themselves, they have dedicated themselves to knowledge and the way of magic. This is thanks to the tribe's founder. Atuln's great grandfather, Bakel the Wise. A famous adventuring orc scholar who died before achieving his last quest. Finding the lost city of Kol, an ancient city said to be hidden somewhere in the desert of Ealinata. A task that as Bakel's descendant. Is charged with finding it.

Not to say the least, this task Atuln weighed heavily on him as he grew up. Helping his family with finding the lost city while raising him. While it did take him to some amazing locations, little progress was made in finding the city. Which made Atuln unsure if his family would ever find the lost city. He knows the tales and legends of Kol. An ancient city built somewhere in the desert that contains of sorts of treasure and riches. But, the reason for his great grandfather's desire to find it is the trove of supposedly lost knowledge that lies inside. Wealth and riches mean nothing to him but distractions to the true value of the city. That is what Bakel apparently said about finding the city when he was alive.

Still, Atuln started to have doubts about his family's quest and felt like he was going to waste his life trying to find a lost city. So he started to pray to his ancestors for guidance. One night after a particularly long trek from Southport to meet with some family friends. Did one of his ancestors speak to him while he was praying. It Bakel himself, and after talking with him. That Atuln not only agreed to a contract with him and gained the ability to use magic. But offered to help Atuln with finding his way. Becoming what his tribe called being a shaman.

So after traveling to Southport to visit some friends. Did Atuln hear of Hoseforn's Academy for Gifted Adventurers and thought that maybe attending the academy could help him find his way. Or at least help prepare for the future. So he applied and got accepted. Then after saying goodbye to his family. Atuln made his way to Hoseforn to see what the academy has in store for him.

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Personality:
While not entirely shy, per say, Balzani struggles to communicate with his more advanced classmates and teachers. Back home, Balzani was frequently described as a happy-go-lucky kid who always "smiled" (or the moth equivalent of smiling), even in times of hardship. He is always kind, even to those who certainly could push him around, and is always soft spoken. Since he had left home for Hoseforn however, he had found himself feeling lonelier without his townsfolk and friends to keep him company. Moving to a new area was something the boy had never been through, so this often troubled Balzani.

Balzani is also an extremely curious soul as well, always accepting new information with an open heart in order to further gain an overall understanding of the world around him.

In the face of danger, Balzani is a bit of a coward. Possessing little to no knowledge in combat or defense, he will frequently flee or take to the sidelines to support his team. He is learning to use daggers and has become somewhat skilled at the craft of poisons, so there may later come a time he breaks out of his fearful shell in situations as such.

Possessing many characteristics and appearances to his insect counterparts, Balzani has many mannerisms and traits similar to a biological moth. Whenever something new is in his vicinity, he will often lightly try to brush the objects with his antennae to make sure it isn't going to eat or attack him. Despite living in a town where making trips to the lake for bathing is common, Balzani will frequently rub on his fur and antennae to get rid of any dirt or blemishes. Many of these are instinctual for him, so he will catch himself most times if not too excited.

Balzani does not know how to deal with anger, frustration, or other associated emotions, and rather than getting mad will silence himself and sort of pout. He is very reactive however to sorrow, guilt, and similar.

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- Incredible intellect: Aside from his current knowledge in alchemy, Balzani possesses a high knowledge of the world and it's common entities.

- Intuitive: Whenever Balzani gets a gut feeling about something, his intuition is usually pretty right.

- Flight: Possessing a pair of large silken wings, Balzani is able to carry his weight off of the ground and fly for nearly hours at a time, although he does prefer walking on his two feet.

- Knowledge in poisons: Balzani specializes in the creation of his poisonous chemicals. Moth folk are naturally skilled in the creation of poisons, which Balzani has carried over to his study in alchemy.

- Knowledge in chemicals: Being the first of his kind to study magical items, accessories, and potions, Balzani is aiming to become one of the greatest alchemists.

- Swift: Having a small frame, wings, and thin legs, Balzani is an incredibly fast companion to have on a team.



- Weak: Balzani and his clan are both incredibly inept at fighting, and therefore are physically weak.

- Gross: He eats anything that's edible and don't watch him as he does it.

- Magically Lacking: While he is successful at brewery and magical concoctions, Balzani is unable to produce spells, incantations, or anything of the sort. He is able to learn as time goes on, but fails at it now.

- Hyper-energetic: Can be extremely hyper, especially at night time.

- Gullible: Is extremely susceptible to lying and can struggle with jokes without tone or context.

- Overly Curious: Often times can break personal bubbles because of his thirst for knowledge, a common example of this is he will gently rub his antennae on anything with an unknown origin to him, including people and objects. His tribe has tried to break this habit as it is consistent with most Moth-Folk.

- Socially Inadvertent: While he is an extremely social fellow, Balzani can often times miss social cues and can unconsciously annoy people.

Mad Scientist: Balzani will frequently perform "experiments" and try new potion concoctions that are doomed to explodefail due to his novice amount of information of alchemy and overzealous goal of becoming a great alchemist.

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North of the all tree lived a settlement of a particularly rare race: The Lepikari. The Lepikari were a very domestic race, which only lived in their small, secluded village which was separated from the rest of humanity by a thick layer of fog and the threat of monsters living in the forest. They had lived nearly centuries underneath the noses of men, and just above the heads of the elves. That was until, one brave traveler decided they wished to pursue mankind, to live in the cities, and to become a diplomatic envoy for the Lepikari, nearly half a century ago.

That envoy was a woman by the name of Grensia Wind-Wood and is the chief Elder of their small settlement and more notably, the grandmother of the Young Alchemist: Balzani Wind-and-Song, son of Balzia Wind-Root, the son of Gensia, and brother to 7 siblings. The Lepikari are an incredibly pacifistic race, hoping to help other races meet tranquility with one another to make peace. They are incredibly devoid of how the world works, being raised in an isolated village for so many years, and Grensia is aware of this fact, however she still teaches it as an important lesson to value.

As their main deity of worship was the goddess of the moon, many of the Lepikari are skilled in magical properties relating to the moon, namely light, water, and plant magic, however, Balzani was raised to learn whichever branch of magic he wished, even if it was outside of their expertise. Balzani had heard many tales of potion-slinging mages and those who brew potions enhancing the strength of many great warriors. That's what he wanted to be. He wanted to become the best Alchemist in the world!

His tribe was quick to make the adjustments to get him early training. He began learning how to craft the many special varieties of poisons Lepikari excelled in as a stepping stone, as poison craft was the closest type of "alchemy" the village had. He learned all the recipes with many years of practice and began dedicating himself to the art, and was hailed as one of the earliest learners of poison-craft.

The Lepikari had grown outside of their comfort bubble and once every year, sent out a diplomatic envoy to gather new information about the world around them due to the grand efforts of Grensia those many years ago. A group of travelling mages, hermits, and monks were guided by other travelers to key locations in Ealinata. At the first sign of fall, the Lepikari travelled once again across the lands, taking the young alchemist with them on their grand quest for knowledge...

In one of the carriages midway through the travels sat a silent Balzani across from an old and near-sighted Granny Grensia. His curious eyes wavered to hers as he posed a question. "Gan-Gan, I need to ask of you... Why let me become a potions-master?... No one else in the village is allowed to leave with such special privileges, not even Brother-Balssi, and he wants to be a knight!" Her attention raised gently to his, her eyes dull with emotion, afraid to reveal the intent of her choice. Balzani's antennae bent peacefully at it's hinge, as he waited quietly for her to muster up courage to speak.

Grensia took her grandchild's face into her hands as she searched herself. Sighing, she spoke to the boy in a calm, yet sorrowful tone. "Your mother... She has been sick for many years..." Surprised by this revealing of information, Balzani was unable to speak as he now sat in shock. There was no appropriate reaction to this information in how it came, all the young Moth could do was sit in utter shock. "She has kept it from you and your brothers and sisters to protect your emotions... So she could be the mother you deserved." Balzani wouldn't cry, for one of the two in the carriage had to be strong, and his Grandmother was clearly disheveled, avoiding eye contact with her grandson and breaking at words now. Her daughter in law was as much of a child to her as son was.

"We have no clue what she is sick with and if there is even a cure out there in the world... But she asked me to do something the same day she told me she was ill." Her eyes now were slightly brighter as the carriage turned a corner, making head for the town they were soon to arrive in. A moment of silence passed. "What did she ask you Gan-Gan?" His eyes still had their youthful, curious stare in them.

"She asked me to guide you kiddos to your dreams and nothing more." Grensia would have smiled if she had a human mouth to do so, but rather she gently took her grandson into her arms as she pressed her forehead against his in a symbol of their loving familial bond, brushing her antennae against his head to assure him that everything would end up okay in the long run. Balzani believed her as he returned her embrace, speaking softly to his Grandmother. "Then I'll do my best to get my dreams, Gan-Gan", which brought joy to the aged lady.

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After collecting many books and materials from dwarf, elf, and other common settlements, the caravan found themselves in a more secret location that none of the guide had known about. This was Kako village, a small settlement of Kitsune who favored magical item creation. They brought very few enchanters and magical accessory masters, so they collected very few resources, but came home with a new assortment of knowledge. Balzani, however, met an alchemist close to his age named Trixie, who he exchanged formalities with.

Balzani met the Kitsune girl and her father, who was the head of her clan. The father had three other sons and many apprentices who worked under him. He allowed Balzani to study and work with Trixie. They'd have an exchange in names, knowledge, and quickly began their studies with each other. The moth was still relatively new to the subject, but demonstrated his skill in poison creation. Balzani prepared to leave many days after the meeting, finishing up his research. Many people were not accustomed to bug people, so he figured if they were to cross paths with one another in later years, he would be an easy to spot friend from the past.

A few hours after researchers, mages, and other Lepikari alike gained the last of the knowledge they sought, they collected their bearings once again to prepare for the long roads once again. Brandishing whatever information the town could give the townsfolk could give to the small moth boy, Balzai boarded the carriage his Grandma was being kept company in by one of the bodyguards they had hired, taking the burly, armored person's place across from his dear Granny.

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It had been nearly a month and a half on the soil of foreign grounds when the Lepikari had finally returned home from their long expedition. Just in time too, their rations were beginning to run low. Balzari knew once he returned, he would have to tell his younger brothers and sisters what amazing things he had found to peak their youthful curiosity. His mind drifted to his mother, however, who he had recently learned was sick, and was somehow bearing the pain to resume her motherly role for them. Surely he was not supposed to be told what information his grandmother had given him, so he'd keep his emotions quiet for his mother's sake as he resumed his days as a learning youth.

After going into painstaking detail about his long journey to his beloved siblings, Balzani was more than ready to feed his thirst for alchemic knowledge. Walking from the cragged rock pathway which lead from the mouth of the town to the variety of tents, cottages, log cabins, and other abodes of the town, Balzani now entered the cottage his family were preparing supper in. Surprised to see his arrival, Balzani's father hugged his son despite the towering pile of books, seeds, and minerals. Embarrassed, the young moth closed his eyes tightly as his father ruffled his mane. "So? How was seeing the world? Was it like I told you?"

The young moth shook his head. "Things are changing father! There's so much out there you didn't tell me about! So many books!" He said lavishly as he presented the assortment of alchemy and magic books to his father. It sure was more books than existed in the household. It was official, Balzani was the nerd of the family. Happy for his son, Balzia rubbed the head of his son in a fatherly love as he dismissed to boy to geek out over his books, which were clearly more literate than any member of the family could read. As soon as he entered the room he shared with his sister and brother, he hopped into his bed and cracked open the text about Dwarven alchemy.

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A few more months had passed and after reading his entire collection and testing some of his newly learned material, Balzani had discussed with the elders to allow him to go another trip, and with very little resistance, was given permission, however, this time Granny Grensia had promised to take him to a school of magic for those of mature age. Balzani was promised to be taken to Hoseforn Academy for a sort of tour to boost potential students interest in wanting to go. Without hesitation, Balzani agreed to go on the long trip once again, this time, for the promise of a proper education.

After exploring what was allowed of the academy tour, Balzani had decided to apply to the academy to gain a further education in alchemy. He was destined to arrive two years after his clans adventure for knowledge ended. This was it. He was finally on the path to making his dream and more importantly to him, making his sick mother proud!

Nymphs are beings descended from the fey, with ties to the natural world. There are many types, including dryads (wood nymphs), nereids (sea nymphs), aurae (air nymphs), and oreads (mountain nymphs).

Their physical traits reflect their element. Dryads are recognisable by their tough, bark-like skin. Nereids are covered in blue or silver scales, with fins on their limbs and gills on their necks. Aurae have flight-capable wings, resembling those of birds or insects. Oreads bear fragments of rock or crystal embedded in their skin. All types also have a much more diverse range of hair colours than humans. They have a high affinity for elemental magic related to the aspect of nature they’re tied to; for example, an oread of a volcanic area is likely to have a talent for both stone and fire magic.

Their connection to nature goes beyond their physical and magical attributes. They’re more at home living in the wilderness than in cities, their lifestyles involving foraging, hunting, bushcraft, and taking care of the land around them. The ones who embrace metal refinery the most are the oreads, due to their affinity with minerals, and even they seek ways to minimise the impact on the environment. While some nymphs do live in urban areas, usually due to marriage to city-dwellers, they’re happiest on the outskirts, near a forest, beach, cliff or mountain.

Although their primal lifestyles create distance between them and most other races, many will gladly trade goods. Dryads in particular are known for their wood crafting, and frequently trade with woodland elves. Oreads are the most reclusive of the nymphs, having been hunted in the past for the gems on their bodies, and they’re still targeted by criminals working for black markets.

Most nymphs are female, the ratio being two women to one man. Many of their communities are matriarchal, although some eschew gender roles. Their societies vary depending on their element: dryads are typically family and community oriented, of the mindset that it takes a village to raise a child, and sharing their items between the entire tribe. When dealing with non-dryads, this can lead to misunderstandings and accusations of theft. Conversely, aurae are often free-spirited and independent. To some, they may appear selfish, but they care for others in their own way, helping their loved ones assert their individuality and do what they personally find fulfilling within reason. Nereids and oreads are somewhere in between these two extremes.

Nymphs reach maturity at the same rate as humans, yet their natural lifespan is around 150 years. The exceptions to the rule are hamadryads. It’s a common practice for the leader of a dryad tribe to bind their life force to a tree via advanced magic, becoming a hamadryad and living for several centuries, at the cost of being unable to venture further than 100 feet from the tree without becoming sick and eventually dying. They undergo this to gain the wisdom they consider necessary for a ruler, and warriors will protect the hamadryad and tree with their lives.

North of the All Tree, shrouded by the fog and growth of the forest live a rare race of man collectively called the Lepikari, or more simply, the Mothfolk. The Lepikari have long lived in the forest for just barely over a century, and their origin is mysterious, even to themselves, however, it is commonly believed by their priests and mages that they were set on this world to be a force of balance among the other races. These claims are highly disputed by long ranking scholars as their presence has only recently been noticed just over fifty years ago.



When the Lepikari are in their youth to early adult hood, they tend to be shorter than the average man, but as they mature, their height can be near 7 foot tall. Lepikari have a wide wingspan, making them capable of swift flight, although they prefer bipedal travel and use flight only when necessary. While it is unknown why, Lepikari have one major difference between one another aside from basic appearance, that being that some possess four arms, while others only have 2. While most Moth Folk are white in fur, they often do come in a wide range of colors and patterns, the more exotic colors being of younger generations. They are omnivorous and will generally munch on anything they consider food.



Living separated from society for so long, the Moth Folk are very technologically behind. Most of their labor is by hand and rarely by magic as they have not reached full realization of their powers yet.

The Lepikari live in a cottage core styled village sprawled with differing sizes of cabins, cottages, and tents. Many of the houses were adopted from the style of men and elf, however with the limited resources the Moth Folk have, they look more natural and earthly. Schools are not present in the village, as parents are expected to teach their children everything they need to do, however there are sanctioned areas deeper in the woods where young mages can be taught how to harness their abilities.



The Lepikari were a solitary race who used their proficient knowledge in illusion, water, and light magic to lead any potential threat away from their land by shrouding the woods in a thick fog which tricks the traveler into returning the direction they came or getting lost. They had lived this way for nearly a century after finding their consciousness, sure that the outside world was scarier than anything that lived in the woods. They lived years considering outsiders as dangerous. They performed in a Gerontocracy where the elders lead the village.

It took nearly a century for the Moth Folk to branch out from their lands, when a young Moth woman named Gresia Wind-Wood convinced the village elders to allow her to form a small caravan to establish basic diplomacy with other races. They met many of the big nations, travelling first to the All Tree to visit the Elves and ended with the Dwarves.

Returning after near two months of travelling, the crew returned to the shrouded village to inform the elders what had been learned. They had made many friends during the trip and surely had established themselves as a race worthy of note. Gresia had managed to convince the elders to allow more caravans to form as an annual trip to ensure diplomacy. However, as their ranks grew, so did their thirst for knowledge and desire for advancement. Gresia started a chain reaction of events that lead the Lepikari as a more diplomatic/scholar centered race.

However, Gresia's great deeds did not grow without consequence. Since their discovery, many caravans of Moth Folk had been raided by bandits who stole their goods and imprisoned their people. The males were sold as a token slave, while the females were often sold into sex work. Despite the elders wishes, Gresia managed to continue her caravans for years, now using hired guards to defend their group.

Fifty years had passed and Gresia had established herself as an Elder easily after her amazing feats. She guides the village as the head leader, and continues her caravans, even at the age of 87. She promises to pass her legacy down to one of her grandchildren, however, many of them are showing their desire to leave the village...



While the Lepikari are not particularly the most technologically advanced and in touch with the world around them, they make up for it in intellect and magic. Many of their kind are proficient in what they refer to as "Moon-Magic", as what they are capable of performing is natural magic specifically limited to the properties of the moon, such as: Water, Plant, Light, Shadow, and certain branches of spirit magic.

As a result of this, they very religiously believe in the Goddess of the moon and worship her. Many believe she brought them to this world to be a counterbalance to the war and negativity in the world. A water to the blistering flame. These claims are not validated, however they are strong in a Moth Folk's belief.