[color=5B6BBB]Color Test[/color] [b][color=5B6BBB]Color Test[/color][/b] [color=MediumSlateBlue]Color Test[/color] [color=slateblue]Color Test[/color] [color=MediumPurple]Color Test[/color] [color=RoyalBlue]Color Test[/color] [color=fc8403]Color Test[/color] [b][color=fc8403]Color Test[/color][/b] [hider=Wardens first draft][COLOR=dimgray][CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Bot8NR4.png[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] A S H R A F[/color] [color=5B6BBB]A S H R A F[/color][/center] [/b][/h1][/sup] [color=silver][sup][b]“Remember me! The man whose resolve burns hotter than the desert!”[/b][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=5B6BBB]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/Xq4llDR.png[/img] [/center][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color] [color=5B6BBB]C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT][sub]As the oldest child in his family, [color=5B6BBB][b]Ashraf In'nalai[/b][/color] has certain responsibilities he must take on. Upholding the reputation of his clan of artisans and minor merchants is one such responsibility, which he feels he is already in danger of failing. Two years ago, Ashraf failed his trial to become an initiate warden. Now he returns to Atutania to correct that embarrassment, success the only option in his mind. [color=5B6BBB][b]Age:[/b][/color] 18 [color=5B6BBB][b]Race:[/b][/color] Human [color=5B6BBB][b]Nationality:[/b][/color] Hahral [color=5B6BBB][b]Weapon of Choice:[/b][/color] Spear and Javelin [color=5B6BBB][b]Elemental Affinity:[/b][/color] Fire [color=5B6BBB][b]Spiritual Affinity:[/b][/color] Light[/sub] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qUtpKL6EAM&]♫[/url] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yNCuxJ7uts]♪[/url][/INDENT][/color][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color] [color=5B6BBB]C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][indent]On the eve of his sixteenth birthday, Ashraf made the journey across the Sands of Hahral to the city of Atutania with ambitions to become a Warden of the Glade. He traveled with food, clothes, and a sword he was good enough to use for self defense. What he did not bring with him was any desire to protect the realm or its citizens, his goal driven only by self interest. Maybe that was the reason he failed his trial, miserably so. Beaten and humiliated, Ashraf returned home to Akoth where his family welcomed him with open arms. Somehow it was that which hurt the most, finding that the only person disappointed in him was himself. The only reason Ashraf had ventured out to become a knight in the first place was to gain some status on behalf of the In'nalai. They were an old family in the Triumvirate, one of skilled glass makers and blowers who had practiced their trade since before Akoth's establishment. They had always been a small family, both in size and influence, forced to get into the mercantile business in order not to be taken advantage of by larger, wealthier clans. Ashraf would eventually take over as head of the family, and though he was one of the most talented in it at their artisanal craft, he was inept at the business side of affairs for the most part. He learned much better with his hands, rather than through lecture or literature, and unfortunately economics was not something he could hold. Seeing as his father was still hale and had quite a few more years left in him until retirement, Ashraf conceived of a plan to strengthen the family's standing when he inevitably took over even if his mercantile skills weren't up to snuff: a career as one of the realm's knights. It would offer the In'nalai many advantages: prove the next head of the clan a man of valor and strength, instill the thought that the family was skilled not just in their trade but in battle as well, and gain the prestige of the wardens to make any unscrupulous merchant or noble thing twice before messing with them. Not to mention that during the time Ashraf planned to spend in knighthood, his father could use 'to teach his younger sisters the business side of things instead of wasting time trying to instill it in his dense son' (Ashraf's words). Having vowed to return to the wardens and get them to recognize him, Ashraf poured all his time and effort into improving himself. His martial arts training was intense but necessary, though putting himself into the mindset of a protector was still hard for him. Over the years he worked, taking his goal much more seriously this time, and whenever he needed to cool down from warden training he threw himself into the heat of the family's glass furnace. At eighteen he felt he was ready to try again, and once more set foot on the road from Akoth to Atutania. [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/color] [color=5B6BBB]C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT]Artistic [color=5B6BBB]⬗[/color] Focused [color=5B6BBB]⬗[/color] Passionate [color=5B6BBB]⬗[/color] Prideful [color=5B6BBB]⬗[/color] Responsible [color=5B6BBB]⬗[/color] Unforgiving [/INDENT][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] A B I L I T I E S[/color] [color=5B6BBB]A B I L I T I E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT]Already familiar with the length and heft of a blowpipe, Ashraf swapped out his sword for a spear and never looked back. Though he found himself no good in the Hahral tradition of archery, he did have good aim in general, and when combined with his excellent hand eye coordination throwing said spear was something he excelled at. Even if not the most physically imposing man, Ashraf's training as honed his body in strength and flexibility, and his trade made him adaptable. Now he is fairly adept with using a spear and javelin, though it must be said he's never had to actually use it in a fight with serious consequence. He has high heat tolerance, high lung capacity, and a strong work ethic. He is also very good with his hands. Writing, drawing, whittling, and other such hobbies are within his means to master. And of course he is a master at blowing and shaping glass for both practical and artistic uses. He is a tactile learner and can quickly pick up almost anything one needs dexterity for. His mother often said that he had some kind of eidetic memory, only with his hands instead of his eyes. As of now, he has not awakened to his magical abilities. [/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR][/hider] [hider] [hider=Farmer M] [COLOR=dimgray][CENTER][sup][h1][b][center][color=black] A A R O N[/color] [color=DarkKhaki]A A R O N[/color][/center][/b][/h1][/sup] [color=silver][sup][b]“I just think it's kind of sad to give up on something that can be saved with a little hard work.”[/b][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=DarkKhaki]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/he1FJxy.png[/img] [/center][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color] [color=DarkKhaki]C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT][sub]At twenty-two years old, [color=DarkKhaki][b]Aaron Miller[/b][/color] is the second of two twins - younger by three minutes. And yes, their parents thought it was cheeky to call them the same name. Though an extrovert at heart, Aaron is the more reserved of the two siblings. He is protective, values hard work, and has a lame sense of humor. Together, he and his sister live and work on one of the only farms left in Starlight Cove. [/sub] [/INDENT][/color][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color] [color=DarkKhaki]C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][indent]In its heyday, the Starlight Mill Farm was a large producer of food for the island's residents. Part sprawling farm and part robust ranch, its fresh local fruits, vegetables, and animal products found their way into restaurants and businesses around the island. Abundant harvests also yielded enough that the family that owned it could even export some produce for extra cash, though they preferred to keep things local so the islanders didn't have to rely much on mainland imports. Unfortunately, the above hasn't been the case in a long time. Nowadays even the property's namesake - the "Miller's Mill" - has broken down and remains in disrepair. It started with in the twins' grandparents' time; the land began to lose something, something vital, and the once flourishing fields started to decline. Over years the crop yields grew smaller and smaller until some just stopped growing altogether. The animals were affected too, the quality of milk and eggs suffering as they became lethargic. Was it a coincidence that the vitality of the farm lessened when the population of Starlight Cove really began seeing changes as more and more people left permanently for the mainland? No one can say for sure, but the superstitious say that the land itself has lost its luster, its [i]magic[/i], all over the island. If that was really the case, then of course the people that depended the most on that land experienced the 'curse' firsthand. The Miller twins don't believe in curses though. As the current generation residents and managers of Starlight Mill Farm, they stubbornly work their literally un-yielding land with the hope they can restore it to some of its former glory.[/INDENT][/COLOR] [/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR][/hider] [color=DarkKhaki]"Aaron."[/color] [color=Khaki]"Erin."[/color] [hider=Farmer F] [COLOR=dimgray][CENTER][sup][h1][b][center][color=black] E R I N[/color] [color=Khaki]E R I N[/color][/center][/b][/h1][/sup] [color=silver][sup][b]“We're only able to grow wheat right now... eheh... but just watch, soon these fields will be bursting with color!”[/b][/sup][/color][/CENTER][table][row][/row][row][cell][center][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=Khaki]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/E2Zze04.png[/img] [/center][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color] [color=Khaki]C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][INDENT][sub]At twenty-two years old, [color=Khaki][b]Erin Miller[/b][/color] is the first of two twins - older by three minutes. And yes, their parents thought it was cheeky to call them the same name. Erin is a go-getter willing to try anything to get the fields on the island growing again, including investing in so-called "lost magics." She is proud and has a slightly mischievous side. Together, she and her brother live and work on one of the only farms left in Starlight Cove. [/sub] [/INDENT][/color][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color] [color=Khaki]C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][sup]________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=silver][indent]The Miller family has been in Starlight Cove for as long as anyone can remember. They allegedly arrived from the mainland generations ago with only a few seeds and a few cattle, and after settling managed to turn the small farmstead start into a successful - even profitable - farm and ranch. Their namesake, a stone windmill, sat on a hill nearing the property's edge. Anyone visiting the farm would be able to see the large spinning sails from any corner. It's a shame the twins can't get anyone out to fix it in the [i]current[/i] generation, as it now stands as a monument to just how far the farm has fallen. When Erin's parents all but gave up on the farm and planned their move to the mainland a couple years ago, she refused to go with them. And if Erin was staying, then needless to say her brother was too; the twins had always stuck together and had no plans to separate any time soon. Heated discussions turned into arguments, but in the end, the family split up. With a couple of jobs lined up through friends and connections, their parents headed into the city across the water... and the twins were allowed to stubbornly stay behind. The farm wasn't worth much in its current state, and since they wouldn't make much money selling it remains in the family's possession, technically still in their father's name. Though repeated failures hit them harder and harder each year, the twins remain optimistic that they can turn things around. They'll joke about it, smile and blame things on each others' black thumbs, but its clear in the smudges on their faces and dirt under their nails how hard they're working to restore some 'magic' to the area through the food they plan to grow. So far the only crop that's managed to survive is hardy winter wheat, and the only livestock that remain are a few chickens and one aging cow. [/INDENT][/COLOR] [/cell][/row][/table][hr][/COLOR][/hider] [/hider] [hider] [sup][h1][center][color=black] T H E W A L T E R S F A M I L Y[/color] [color=white]T H E W A L T E R S F A M I L Y[/color][/center][/h1][/sup] [hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/DZkQyF9.png[/img] [i]"A quote or something about the family. Replace the image with a picture of their house or something appropriate to the family's theme."[/i][/center] [color=white][sub][ ❇ ] B R I E F F A M I L Y H I S T O R Y[/sub][/color][table][row][/row][row][cell=active]The Walters are New Hampshire natives, and they've been living together in Huddeen for about the last ten years. They live in one of two houses are the very end of Mulberry Street, where the pavement turns to dirt driveways. The property itself includes a swatch of land of about a mile, only minimally developed. Since Charles purchased it as a young man, he has refused to sell any portion back to the city for further development. The man himself used to be a regular voice heard at town hall meetings, but has since been replaced by his daughter who has become a nightmare at the local PTA. Historically they haven't been a particularly outgoing family, but they are decent people with a mixed reputation among their neighbors.[/cell][/row][/table][color=white][sub][ ❇ ] F A M I L Y M E M B E R S[/sub][/color][INDENT][sub][table][row][color=2c2c2c][sup][h3][b] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/b][/h3][/sup][/color][/row][row][cell][center][table=bordered][row][img]https://i.imgur.com/lxqQXYo.png[/img] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color][/row][row][cell=active][color=666666]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color] [i]"A quote."[/i] [color=666666]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/cell][/row][/table][/center][/cell][cell][table=bordered][row][/row][row][cell=active][INDENT][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] W A L T E R S, C H A R L E S || P A T R I A R C H - 82[/color] [color=WHITE]W A L T E R S, C H A R L E S || P A T R I A R C H - 82[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/INDENT][sup]_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][INDENT]Charles grew up in Rockingham County, where he met and married his highschool sweetheart Magdalene. Their romance was put on hold when Charles was drafted for the Vietnam War, then a man in his early twenties. Reuniting after three tours of duty, the couple was eager to settle down and both pooled their money together to purchase land in their home state. Charles has lived there ever since, even after Magdalene passed away 42 happy years later. During that time, Charles found employment as a carpenter, and he spent most of his free time renovating the old home they'd bought and clearing out some of the property. He built the barn with plans to possibly buy some livestock and a pony for the daughter they ended up having, but ultimately never had more than a few chickens. After hitting seventy years, his age finally seemed to be catching up with him. Actually I think I fucked up my math with the ages lol uuuuh.... [color=666666]▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ [/color][/INDENT][/cell][/row][/table][/cell][/row][/table][/sub][/INDENT][INDENT][sub][table][row][color=2c2c2c][sup][h3][b] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/b][/h3][/sup][/color][/row][row][cell][center][table=bordered][row][img]https://i.imgur.com/EFtr71d.png[/img] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color][/row][row][cell=active][color=666666]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color] [i]"A quote."[/i] [color=666666]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/cell][/row][/table][/center][/cell][cell][table=bordered][row][/row][row][cell=active][INDENT][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] W A L T E R S, D E B R A || H E A D O F H O U S E - 41[/color] [color=WHITE]W A L T E R S, D E B R A || H E A D O F H O U S E - 41[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/INDENT][sup]_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][INDENT]A paragraph or two of characterization goes here, briefly touching on their personality, background, etc. Add more or remove tables as needed.[color=666666]▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ Use as many or few of the above symbols as needed to balance this cell with the cell containing the image.[/color][/INDENT][/cell][/row][/table][/cell][/row][/table][/sub][/INDENT][INDENT][sub][table][row][color=2c2c2c][sup][h3][b] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/b][/h3][/sup][/color][/row][row][cell][center][table=bordered][row][img]https://i.imgur.com/74D7fpy.png[/img] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color][/row][row][cell=active][color=666666]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color] [i]"The one... er, two and only - JW2!"[/i] [color=666666]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/cell][/row][/table][/center][/cell][cell][table=bordered][row][/row][row][cell=active][INDENT][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] W A L T E R S - S M I T H, J O H N || O N L Y S O N - 16[/color] [color=WHITE]W A L T E R S - S M I T H, J O H N || O N L Y S O N - 16[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/INDENT][sup]_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][INDENT]A paragraph or two of characterization goes here, briefly touching on their personality, background, etc. Add more or remove tables as needed. Honestly, he doesn't miss his dad all that much. And considering if his mom and dad [i]had[/i] married his name probably would have ended up literally just being "John Smith," he feels like he's dodged a bullet.[color=666666]▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ Use as many or few of the above symbols as needed to balance this cell with the cell containing the image.[/color][/INDENT][/cell][/row][/table][/cell][/row][/table][/sub][/INDENT][INDENT][sub][table][row][color=2c2c2c][sup][h3][b] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[right]▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/b][/h3][/sup][/color][/row][row][cell][center][table=bordered][row][img]https://i.imgur.com/LUBmgmM.png[/img] [color=2c2c2c]▅[/color][/row][row][cell=active][color=666666]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color] [i]"So nice we'll say it twice. JW2!"[/i] [color=666666]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/cell][/row][/table][/center][/cell][cell][table=bordered][row][/row][row][cell=active][INDENT][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] W I L L I A M S, J O R D A N || F A M I L Y F R I E N D - 16[/color] [color=WHITE]W I L L I A M S, J O R D A N || F A M I L Y F R I E N D - 16[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/INDENT][sup]_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][INDENT]The Williams family lives at the end of Mulberry Street - directly across from the Walters family. Originally from Boston, Massachusetts, they moved to Huddeen seven years ago looking for a fresh start somewhere. Nowhere was fresher than some nice countryside. Jordan initially hated the move, upset about moving away from the city and his friends. He didn't like how rural Huddeen was in comparison, but eventually he got used to it seeing as he wasn't going to be able to convince his parents to move back. Even years later he still doesn't love the town, but at least it wasn't all bad. He grew to appreciate some parts of it. He and John met in school before they realized they were neighbors, and after they started to become friends their mothers did too. The two of them got to the point that they spent almost every day together as kids, and as teenagers they still hang out almost all of the time. Now Jordan considers John his best friend, and Ms. Walters like an aunt. Jordan was staying with the Walters' when the outbreak started. His mother and father had driven to Boston a few days before to attend a time share presentation, and catch up with some family in the area at the same time. No one has heard back from them since they left. [color=666666]▅[/color][/INDENT][/cell][/row][/table][/cell][/row][/table][/sub][/INDENT] [/hider]