Capt. Olivia
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Olivia is the human bullheaded and surprisingly laidback leader of the MILOV. The ship and the captain's position have belonged to her family's generation for decades and she aims to continue the tradition. Olivia is one to set her mind on something and not change it for the life of her and shows this through her dedication to finish deliveries to the best of the MILOVs' abilities. However, when imminent danger or the delivery requests are on a low, she mostly sleeps in the cockpit and daydreams. There is only one rule that you need to follow when in her presence: do not talk smack about her ship. For one reason or another, the MILOV is a very touchy subject. Expect stern schooling from her if you break this rule.

Watch Leader Miriat
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Miriat is the elf in charge of keeping the crew in check, distributing posts, ensuring the safety of the MILOVs employees, and acting as a first officer to the captain. Miriat is often seen with bags under his eyes as his responsibilities often include the very tiring act of talking sense into the bullheaded of a captain. Miriat has been with the ship the longest and continues to serve it with loyalty, despite often seeming like he wants to throw himself and everyone else overboard. Miriat is not the kindest on board the MILOV but does his job well and on very rare occasions, shows that he truly cares for his crewmates. Don't expect a smile anytime soon though.

Navigator Finmig
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Finmig is the halfling who assists the pilot in avoiding storms and dangerous airspace. As a former sky pirate, Finmig knows his way around different weather conditions and subsequently, pirate clans and their strategies. Finmig has saved the MILOV many times when other ships either got raided or torn to bits in cyclone storms. The halfling's reputation as a former pirate is well-known throughout the ship but his exact story and why he left the life of a pirate is unknown to most, except Capt. Olivia. Most would however not even suspect Finmig of being a pirate because of his polite manners and charisma.

Chef Herrman
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While having the threatening figure of an orc, Chef Herrman is quite friendly. While not being as proficient in the common tongue, Herrman expresses himself extremely well through his food. Even with the leftover and scraps of ingredients the MILOV often is forced to use because of budget restraints, Herrman knows how to make it scrumptious. The orc joined shortly after leaving his village in the Mollow swampland to discover new and exotic recipes for the day when he plans to open his own restaurant. But while on the MILOV, he just tries to make sure everyone is fed and satisfied.

Shipwright engineer Piko
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Piko is a brilliant airship engineer from the technologically advanced city of Miraya in the southern mountains. She is responsible for the maintenance and upkeep of the ship and makes sure that MILOV remains airborne when it has to. At times, it is almost like she can hear and speak to the ship, having intricate conversations about its travels and feelings. Piko prides herself in the ship and is especially fond of its aviation generator which she is very delicate and precise with. Do not touch it without expecting a wrench in the head first, a ship is a mechanics baby.

Pilot Surie
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Surie is a man of chance, he likes to gamble and does so regularly both with his pay and the ship's integrity. As you can imagine this is a rather undesirable trait, one that often has him at odds with Piko. But one can't disregard the fact that he has saved the ship countless hours on deliveries by taking a riskier route through some particularly sharp mountains or strong wind currents. As well as being a skilled pilot with guts to spare, he's more than often broke and tries to mooch a drink or two from his crewmates whenever he gets the chance. Do not get into debt to Surie, you'll never escape his relentless interest which always seems to be slightly above what one would reasonably be able to pay.

Name: Arzhang Deko
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Appearance: Arzhang is a charismatic demon who takes great pride in his appearance. Standing at a towering 6'2", his well-toned physique is a testament to his strict workout regimen and diet. He boasts pale skin, pink hair, small brown horns, and piercing grey eyes that are framed by long, dark lashes. His hair is styled in a trendy, short cut that highlights his sharp cheekbones and jawline. Arzhang is known for his impeccable fashion sense, and is always dressed in the latest and most stylish clothing. He is fond of luxury brands, and is never seen without a well-tailored suit and a pair of polished dress shoes. His attention to detail extends to his grooming, and he takes great care to ensure that his hair and skin are always flawless. Arzhang's charming and handsome demeanor, combined with his height, make him an imposing figure who is impossible to ignore. He is often seen admiring himself in mirrors and is known to be quite vain. But despite his confident exterior, Arzhang is a natural charmer who has a way of making everyone feel comfortable in his presence.

Relevant Abilities: Arzhang is a natural charmer, who has honed his communication skills over the years. He is an excellent bartender and is known for his ability to make delicious drinks that are both aesthetically pleasing and delicious. He is also an experienced waiter and is well-versed in the art of etiquette, making him a valuable asset in high-class social settings. However, he is not physically strong and tends to be quite lazy when it comes to manual labour.

Personality: Arzhang is a smooth talker, who has a way of making everyone feel comfortable in his presence. He is confident and outgoing, with a devil-may-care attitude that often endears him to those around him. Despite his carefree personality, Arzhang is also deeply ambitious, driven by his desire to live a life of luxury and excess. He is often seen as a bit of a flirt and is known for his flirtatious advances towards both men and women. However, he is quick to turn on those who he deems to have wronged him, showing a darker, more vindictive side to his personality.

Bio and background:
Arzhang was born into a world of uncertainty and prejudice. Raised in a city where humans were the dominant species, he often felt like an outsider due to his demonic heritage. Despite his parents' best efforts to provide a loving and supportive environment, Arzhang struggled with his identity and often felt isolated from his peers. He was constantly teased and bullied by other children, and even as he grew older, the prejudice he faced only increased.

His parents, both professors, had high hopes for their son and encouraged him to follow in their footsteps. But Arzhang had other aspirations. He was captivated by the luxurious lifestyles of the rich and famous, and dreamed of one day being surrounded by diamonds and gold. He would spend hours daydreaming about the glamorous events he would attend, the elegant clothes he would wear, and the people he would meet.

As a teenager, Arzhang landed a job as a waiter at a fancy party, and was blown away by the opulence and extravagance of the event. The guests were dressed in the finest clothes, and the champagne flowed like a river. Arzhang was in awe of the extravagance and luxury that surrounded him, and from that moment on, he was determined to make his dream a reality. He rebelled against his parents' wishes for him to become a professor and instead set his sights on becoming a butler or waiter.

However, Arzhang's lack of experience and training made it difficult for him to find work in the industry. He found himself stuck in dead-end jobs, never able to make his way up the ladder. Frustrated with his lack of progress, Arzhang made the bold decision to join the MILOV. He was determined to gain the experience and training he needed to reach his goal.

Other: Arzhang's theme song is "Material Girl" by Madonna, which perfectly encapsulates his love for material things and his ambition to one day live a life of luxury. When not working, Arzhang enjoys reading fashion magazines and keeping up with the latest trends. He is a fan of expensive perfumes and is always on the lookout for new fragrances to add to his collection. In his downtime, he also enjoys practicing his bartending skills and experimenting with new drink recipes. Arzhang is a bit of a foodie and has a particular fondness for sweets, particularly chocolates, and pastries. He is a big fan of luxury and excess, and is often seen carrying a silver flask filled with his favorite drink, which he refers to as "the elixir of the gods." Despite his flirtatious nature, Arzhang is fiercely loyal to those he cares about and will stop at nothing to protect those he loves.

Name: Katja Veniro
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: Katja Veniro is a dark-haired human with hazelnut eyes. With a smaller stature of 5'5, she can often be seen with her shoulder-length hair tied up in a knot. Not being a stranger to physical work, Katja has a rather toned body under the black cotton robes she often is seen wearing. Close to her heart is the silver locket which had been passed down through her family since the start of their servitude. By her hip, she carries a sheathed iron shortsword, a symbol of the Veniro's newfound freedom and as a personal reminder of her promise.

Relevant Abilities: Katja, as a former servant, is quite strong with more stamina than most suspect. While having served as a maid for the better part of her life, she is quite knowledgeable. Having taken a keen interest in cartography, she was often found flipping through books in her old lord's library in secret. That's where she discovered her gift of recollection, being able to note down most details of events or acquaintances she encountered.

Personality: Katja, since childhood, was taught to stay as invincible as possible. Being proper and courteous is second nature to her at this point from her years of service. However, bottling up that much and restricting oneself for that long will often result in those emotions getting out in one form or another. For Katja, it takes the form of anxiety, and sometimes aggression toward the people around her. It'd take quite a bit for her to reach these states on most days though. Humorously, she becomes a very different person when properly enraged, the opposite of the polite young woman she usually shows herself to be.

Bio and background: The Viniros have been contractual maids and butlers for 5 generations. Having lost their freedom long ago to the Jiri house, the Viniros had no legal rights as people and were to serve the Jiri until their contracts were up. Katja's mother was the last contractually obligated soul to serve under the Jiri house. Therefore, when Katja was born, her mother made it very clear to her that when she was older, she had no obligation to stay. But before Katja was old enough, she served as her kin had done for generations in the frozen Northern mountains.

The Jiri mansion was a large estate, heavily isolated as a result of the harsh environment. There she had the obligations of cooking, cleaning, handling farm animals, and sorting the grand library. On her 16th birthday, she was given the choice to either stay and continue to serve as her bloodline had done before, or set out into the frigid cold to a fate unknown. Katja's mother had insisted she leaves her and the Jiri for good. Katja agreed but swore to buy her mother's freedom one day. She was gifted the Viniros family heirloom by her mother, an intricate silver locket, weathered from its age. From the Jiri, she acquired the supplies needed to travel down the mountain to a port town, and from there, she was to be on her own. Additionally, she was gifted an iron shortsword from the Jiri. The sword itself was stuck to its sheath and was only given as a symbol of the Viniro bloodline's end of service. Katja gave one last heartfelt goodbye to her mother, reluctantly thanked the Jiri for the supplies, and set off.

While not gullible, she wasn't experienced with the outside world, only having read about it at night when alone. She, therefore, had a hard time finding a job. Katja had loathed the thought of returning to her former profession but didn't have much of a choice. That was until she learned of the MILOV and its travels around the world. A drunk airship sailor had spouted tales of his journey with the ship to her, tales that entranced and filled her with a childlike intrigue. She'd join the MILOV and make her own travel journal, complete with maps and notes about the fantastical locations she'd visited with the MILOV, and publish her work. Hopefully, it'd make enough money to get her mother out of the Jiri's grasp. The Jiri had been the Viniros masters for a long time, but she hoped they'd still buckle under the opportunity of furthering their wealth at the cost of a single maid. But first, she had to make her way to Kallokain. Somehow.

Other: Katja Veniros's track would be I'm Katja, a track from the Drifting Dragons that inspired the name of this character! Katja almost always carries the mostly useless sword around, having grown used to its constant weight at this point, giving the young girl a fiercer look.

Explanation: The answer to the question, "What is Mamjir?" Has many complex and lengthy answers. The best way he would describe him is that first and foremost: he is not as you see him. He is borne of the benthos of the collective sentient minds, sent left to the mortal realms of men from the geometric realms of unconsciousness. He is one of the many Avatars of Quidhempsis sent to the realms.

Quidhempsis is an eldritch being believed in by few and worshipped by even fewer. His existence is in a constant state of existence non-existence, but Mamjir will have you believe he is a limb of Quidhempsis sent to succeed in some eldritch goal. Quidhempsis is a being of imperceptibility that dreamt of existence from non-existence during his great slumber. He resides in the realm Left and sends agents down to realms to marshall his creation in imperceptible ways.

Mamjir is the Warden of Iron. He is responsible for a great hulking machination known as the Shedohr by some, but to most, it is an alien object. That is the face of Mamjir that most know. But that is not truly the most face of true Mamjir. If one were to hear these words from Mamjir, they might accuse him of madness, of lying, except who the fuck is going to call a huge metal automaton insane after it spouts off about eldritch dream beasts and being a mouse?? I wouldn't want to be on his bad side. But fortunately, Mamjir isn't pained by such feeble issues, as few know what, who, or why he is doing what he is doing. They merely see a strange metal beast roaming.

Appearance: The true most face of Mamjir is that of a field mouse. Sent down by the being Quidhempsis in dreams. But his metal 'body' is a huge beast, coated in a fine coating of sandstone, that is slowly flaking away. Not only that but his upper left appendage is torn off at the elbow, it can still be used as a crude clubbing weapon, but it is non-functional for basically any fine motor usage. The automaton stands on its rear appendages at a rather large 8', but has no qualms with roaming on all threes.

Relevant Abilities: Mamjir is a mouse. He has the normal abilities of a mouse, except for the fact that when he dreams, he is the consciousness of the Shedohr. He can speak, move, work, and fight as the Shedohr, and has full control over it as long as he is near the great Iron beast. If Mamjir Mouse ends his occupation of the Shedohr it goes wild and will attack and attempt to eradicate anything in site. It is practically impossible to destroy or immobilize while 'enraged' as Mamjir calls it.

Personality: By his very arcane nature, Mamjir is a strange beast(s), but even so he attempts to be a friend to be all he must spend time with, and in general is a gentle being.

Bio and background: Mamjir joined the crew a short amount of time ago from the fighting pits of a foreign, arid land. He is of unknown age and origin to all. Few know of his true identity as a mouse, and those who did are long dead. As the Warden of Iron, it is his duty to wear out the Shedohr, a creation so evil the arch-creator Quidhempsis sent one of his limbs down to the realms to wear it down to a nub. So Mamjir spends his days dreaming and living as Mamjir, attempting the most grueling and tiresome tasks possible, and in the meantime drinking from the cup of the world and savouring its fruits like a dying man. Mamjir embraces that he came from nothing, and will return to nothing. One day he will finish his duty and return to sleep by the Dreamer's side, and until then he shall consume the fruits of life while ensuring his watch is fulfilled.
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Name: Savva
Gender: Fem
Race: Goblin
Appearance:

This tiny girl makes you think of an industrious ant. She has round yellow eyes that are like two shining suns. Her thick, wavy, very short hair is the color of obsidian, and is worn in a simple bob. She is short and has a muscluar build. Her skin is green like the grass. She has a wide forehead with pointed ears and chin.

Her wardrobe is practical - a simple pale peasant blouse that reaches to her mid-thighs that doubles as her night-dress, nut brown leather lederhosen with cargo pockets, woolen hose, sturdy leather boots and a belt, a multicolored sweater and crotchet cap with holes for her ears to poke through.

Relevant Abilities:

• Mechanic with experience with clockwork devices
• Some experience picking locks and disarming traps.
• A climber, good with walls and ropes, knows how to splice, whip, and tie a few knots.
• A brawler who can throw a knife, but not a lot of experience using weapons. Good with darts.
• She can read, write, and do basic math.
• Savva can sew and crochet (mostly to adjust her clothes to fit better)

Personality:

• As one of the few goblins in Lower Rath, Savva's had to guard her tongue in public. Especially among the village elders, who have too much to say on the flaws of goblinkind, or how she's dressed. But you can't wear a dress if you're working on a machine.
• Doesn't have a lot of respect for authority, especially if they bad-mouth Gregor. But there are subtler ways to get revenge.
• Life has thrown her a lot of lemons, so she's got very pessimistic expectations, but would welcome a pleasant surprise now and then.
• Very practical - not a lot of frilly clothes when you're a mechanic. Tools, on the other hand....
• With all the climbing she's had to do, Savva's comfortable with climbing well above the ground, has a good head for heights. Likes rooftops.
• Comfortable in small places.

Bio and background:

When a goblin nest was discovered in the southern woods, troops raised from the surrounding towns and villages were sent out by the kingdom to clear it.

Soldiers checking a barn found three goblin children - Haki, male and the eldest; Savva the clever middle child; and tiny Kaniz. Some of the troops took Haki to work as their runner, and Kaniz was practically snatched up by the general's wife as a serving girl or pet. Afterward, Savva would only catch a few glances of them from a distance, both seem to be doing well.

Savva was given to Gregor, the unit's mechanic and blacksmith, and chained to his forge. He tried to make her as comfortable as he could - a burlap sack filled with some straw tucked inside a box for a bed, an old blanket, and would fetch the half-rations she was allotted (sometimes a few things added from his rations) while making sure the other soldiers didn't bother her.

Over the weeks that followed, Savva would help around the forge, pumping the bellows, fetching tools or work pieces, or sweeping what she could reach.

When the nest was cleared, Gregor packed up his gear, unchained Savva, and gruffily told her to follow him. He brought Savva home to Lower Rath.

They weren't there ten minutes before Mayor Heath bustled into Gregor's tiny home, forbidding him from allowing Savva to stay in the house. When the mechanic couldn't talk Heath out of it, Gregor cleared out a small storeroom in his workshop for her. Barely a week passed before someone in the night broke in, tying and gagged her before throwing the tiny goblin over his shoulder and running off with her.

Savva was brought to Perry, the infamous local head of the thieves' guild. The robbers needed someone small to slip into open windows and the like - and when Savva refused at first, they threatened Gregor. So a few nights a week, she help them rob one of the shops or manor houses outside the village, or stand watch when they went after a carriage on the road (a short dark cloak and a bandana covering your face isn't going to hide you're a goblin).

Perry quickly warmed to the goblin girl and began teaching her how to be a proper thief - climb walls, appraise goods, read maps, pick locks as well as what pockets she could reach, disarm traps, how to hide and evade, their code words when speaking in public and their secret marks they'd scratch or chalk in places. Savva eventually noticed how the choicer items got set aside. When she asked Perry, he shrugged and said it was for his boss.

This continued for years, with Perry slipping her a piece of the loot or a coin, claiming the rest of her share was going towards her dues.

Gregor taught her a lot about being a mechanic and even how to make her own tools, which was very handy for making her own lockpicks. On her fourteenth summer, Gregor decided to become a clock maker. The rumors and jokes soon followed, with some suggesting that Gregor was raising goblins to put into towers to maintain his clocks. However, his clocks were good, and it brought more business to Lower Rath.

Leaving Perry's hideout one night, Savva bumped into a cloaked man coming in - and realized it was Heath, Little Rath's mayor. A week later, Perry told her that they'd be going after the mayor's house. She realized it was a trap for her, but managed to slip away unseen. Returning home, she woke Gregor and told him everything that had been going on.

He was disappointed in her, but realized that this was probably the mayor's plan all along and that the town guards would soon be there. Gregor hurried her out to the workshop, knocking over one of the clocks from a workbench, which gave him an idea. He then told her to trust him, chaining her up and locking her in the storeroom.

When the Mayor arrived later with two guardsmen, Gregor told him that Savva couldn't have tried to rob the Mayor's place, as she'd knocked over a clock the day before and as punishment, he locked her up in her room. Going into the workshop, the guards could see the busted clock, the chain running under the locked door, and Savva lying in her bed with the callouses on her ankle from the cuff. The mayor stormed away, but Gregor knew Heath would be back.

Gregor decided to meet with MILOV in Kallokian with a clock he was shipping and to make a personal appeal to the captain to hire his journeyman mechanic, hiding in the back, explaining Savva had a good head for heights and knew how to take care of herself, but needed to desperately get away from Little Rath's mayor.

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Name: Bactrie Atchison

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Relevant Abilities:
- Some training piloting airships.
- Some familiarity with machinery
- Not necessarily a strong person, but very durable and can last long hours toiling manual labours
- Basic reading and writing ability

Personality:
Despite the less than ideal childhood, Bactrie leans more on the optimistic and friendlier side of personality. He does not believe he'd one day sit among the echelons of greats and riches, but when faced with hardships, he is hopeful that it shall pass, and he would survive. As a result, he tends to be calm in dangerous situation, sometimes serene even. However, he does not have a lot of patience for dangerous behavior. To the contrary of many of the MILOV flight crew, he is very cautious and will always look twice before doing anything. Otherwise, he is relatively pleasant and willing to strike up conversations if you are willing to open up to him.

Bio and background:
Born in a relatively poor family of miners from the city of Miraya, known for its advanced technology and thus a high demand for labour, Bactrie is very willing to join his father and two brothers as soon as he is able to work, but the family wants him no coal hand. He deserves a better life than to cough up toxic air. They tries their best to get him some education, but the tumultuous life does not allow him to stay in school for too long. He would eventually join the workforce anyway, though thankfully having enough literacy skills to avoid the mines and instead working as a warehouse worker for a manufacturing company.

Labour was very much a thankless job. He endured long hours of hauling, dangerous working conditions under the watchful bossy eyes, who was quick to punish any mistakes he made with pay cut or sometimes even physical punishment. Death has sometimes occurred in the warehouse to the poor souls who could not keep up but knew they had no other choices, which is often covered up and swept under the rug. But Bactrie survived. He was no exemplary worker, but he survived. His meals half-full, his rent barely enough, but he lived and hoped he would rise out of the misery that accompanied him.

One day, a demonstration event was held by an airship company. While this was not anything too unusual for the citizens of Miraya, it attracted curious eyes from Bactrie due to the recent contracts between his company and the host of the event. He booked for a fifteen-minute flight in a dirigible. He was seated close to the cockpit, and got to lift off up to at least a few hundred meters off the ground. It was a nerve racking experience seeing the ground from height for the first time in his life, and it costed him a meal for the day, but hope is a meal in enough itself, one eaten quickly. He was mesmerized by the experience, and saw a way forward for himself.

For the next few months, he searched and pestered for pilots who would be willing to give him flight trainings. Most refused, due to costs and the fact that who would want to teach this slum-dweller flying. It is a highly respected profession, reserved for the dignified after all. One sympathetic pilot though, Mr. Carlos as Bactrie would know him as, decided to give the young man a chance and gave him private flight lessons at a discount, provided he could keep up. Despite it, he still needed to work a second job as a kitchen helper to afford the fees, but he was able to pay for two months.

After the first week learning the ropes by listening, Bactrie was allowed to control the dirigible himself under supervision. He proved to be a fast learner but quite a timid flyer, afraid of breaking the expensive piece of equipment, as he had been drilled into by his warehouse employers. However, Mr. Carlos was more than accommodating with the traits, seeing risk-averse pilots to be more valuable than the usual daredevil students he had. Training went on for the two months he could afford, but before they parted ways, the kindhearted pilot, who had been more than impressed with the young man's skills, offered to refer him to an acquaintance of him: Captain Olivia of the MILOV. Bactrie took the opportunity without much hesitation, seeing the MILOV as a stepping stone to rising out of his poverty. While the captain was willing to accept a trainee relief pilot to contrast with her undesirably dangerous pilot, the watch leader had yet to trust him into the cockpit.

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