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Fear what I am to become

Name: Hiiko Naismith
Age: 17
Race: Human
Height: 5'9
Weight: 155 lbs
Social Class: Farmer
Location of Recruitment: Family Farm/Capital
Previous occupation: Farmer/Trader


Appearance
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Hiiko exudes youth unhindered by hardship despite being of low class. His eyes shine blue, bright and full of optimism. Accompanied by medium length blonde hair which is usually messy and wild. His features lend themselves to the more feminine side, however pointing this out lends itself to a fiery outburst 90% of the time.
Rather average in height, his weight gives Hiiko a lean build. Even then his body is toned from years of farm work and his strength is surprising for his otherwise sinewy stature.


Chosen Specialization: Heavy Infantry
Chosen Weapon(s): Warhammer
Chosen Armor Class: Full Plate armor
Items Carried: Recruits' tunic, pants and belt, Silver pendant
Positive Traits: Deceivingly strong, Outgoing, Persuasive
Neutral Traits: Passionate, uninhibited
Negative Traits: somewhat clumsy, spontaneous, poor thinking on his feet
Reason for pursuing Knighthood: Since childhood Hiiko has always looked up to knights as heroes of sorts and wishes to lend his hand to a noble cause in the pursuit of justice and equality for the lower classes.

Backstory
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Behemoth heffers. Boring. Flightless fowl. How mundane. Various crops as far as tiny eyes could see and legs could flee. Even as a child farm life was so trivial to Hiiko. He and his father toiled away producing crops on land owned by an elven kingdom under the agreement that all crops and livestock would be traded for the capitals benefit whilst the family was given the privilege to live on its outskirts. Not an ear of corn was to be kept, not a stray animal to be harbored. simply boring.

The farms monotony drove Hiiko mad, daily he would nag at his father to allow Hiiko to accompany his weekly capital trips. When his father finally caved his excitement was endless, until they reached the capital. Populated solely by elves, save for the few human beggars with no place to call home, the two were outcasts. Alienation was new to Hiiko, all knew to this point was love. One could say he was extremely sheltered. Every stare he received stung as if he could feel the disdain hit him like daggers. But one pair, one pair of eyes stood out from the rest. An elven girl around the same age as Hiiko, whom looked at him with curiosity instead. Even after Hiiko left for home he could remember her grey eyes. His own curiosity forced him to continue making the trips with his father that would have otherwise been unbearable. And like clockwork every Monday there she was in the same spot, waiting for him it seemed. The two became close, promising to meet each week by an old warped tree outside of the marketplace. Hiiko would rush through his work helping his father trade their goods in order to get any amount of time away from the crowd. Any amount of time with his dear friend Mel.

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Before the visit, Hiiko had no intentions of being anything other than a farmer. It wass all he had know. However two knights happened upon the farm, explaining they had been in the same line of work before transitioning to knighthood. Hiiko had an epiphany of sorts and since that day becoming a knight was his only aspiration. Fearing for the safety of Hiiko, his father offered up a compromise allowing Hiiko to pledge to the knighthood only when he came of age. Begrudgingly Hiiko accepted the offer, carrying out his work until he could be free to follow his cause.

Eventually Hiiko was given the freedom to sell and trade within the capital on his own, where he became a slick talker and rather successful salesman. The rest of his time was spent with Mel and progressed to him visiting her home village some ways away frequently. Slowly becoming more and more independent and self sustaining.

After turning 17, an adult in his own eyes, barely such in his fathers -- he bumped into the same pair of knights that had stopped by his farm some years ago. Twins by the name of Mich and Brian. After some persuasive talking he convinced the pair to take in both himself and Mel as recruits. Hiiko was aware of the issues between Mel and her family and could hardly think of leaving her behind, not that she would have allowed such a thing. Set to leave the following week Hiiko prepared himself for the new role he was to take on. A protector, not only of himself, Mel, and his family. But a protector of all people.

Lest I become fear itself


One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

Name: Melethiel
Age: 19
Race: Elf(Wood)
Height: 6’0
Weight: 147 lbs
Social Class: Noble
Location of Recruitment: Capital
Previous Occupation Woodsculpting


Appearance


Melthiel’s singular color palete, although monochrome, does very little to blend her into any surroundings. Her hair, now worn short and boyish, and eyes are both a striking grey hue. Even as her bangs hang just above her eye-line — they do nothing to stop her eyes from standing out. Behind them are mystery, emotion, intrigue, and wisdom. Porcelain pale skin also accentuates the soft tones of her eyes making her all the more striking. And dare I say……..her eyebrows are on fleek!



Chosen Specialization: Medic, Ranger
Chosen Weapon(s): Long Bow(Yew), Flat Bow(Ash)
Chosen Armour Class: Light Armour(Grieves, Halburgeon{sleeveless}), Toughened Leather
Items Carried: Recruits’ Tunic, Pants and belt, Carving knife(Hazelwood handle), Leather Satchel (weak salves and bandages), Leather Quiver
Positive Traits: Focused under pressure, Caring, Quick Thinking
Neutral Traits: Hands must be in constant motion
Negative Traits: Over Protective, Worrisome, Assumed Apathetic, Shy
Reason for pursuing Knighthood: To remain with Hiiko and keep him out of trouble. Melethiel, after falling out with her family, has no place to go to and no ties to any particular area or person(s) save for Hiiko.

Backstory

Simplicity is a wonderment itself. Melethiel always took joy in the simple opposed to the complex
. the fact that something existed for a sole purpose, uninterrupted, uninfluenced by anything surrounding — it fascinated her. However, when she saw Hiiko, she saw both. his hard working exterior and his inner peace. His passion and his calmness. his fear and his unwavering bravery. She saw right through him. Mel had always envied his simple life, hoping that one day Hiiko would invite her to join it.

Born to a noble family, her father was a Council Advisor and often travelled from their smaller village to the Capital and vice versa.
Mel enjoyed fading into the crowd, alone in the swarm. Until Hiiko urged her to become an individual. Through him she was able to depend on herself and stand on her own. And so she would wait for him everyday under the old warped Ash tree, their agreed meeting point. Even though she knew he would only come once a week.

When her family got news of Mel spending so much time with a human, One of the lowest races in their eyes for their lack of respect or honor — she was alienated.
Essentially she was cold shouldered and shunned. When Hiiko approached her with the idea of leaving to join the knighthood it was a blessing. A chance to get away and start anew. A chance to stay with her dearest friend. One she simply could not pass up.

But when I get the chance. I'm Speechless
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LadyRunic The Laughing Raven

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Name: Andel Troadec
Age: 19
Race: Human
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 191 lbs/87kg

Social Class: Merchant
Location of Recruitment: City
Previous Occupation: Merchant Apprentice

Appearance:

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Chosen Specialization: Cavalry
Chosen Weapon: Longsword
Chosen Armor Class: Light plate (mostly chainmail, plate breastplate, pauldrons)

Items Carried:

Recruit's clothing
Andel's journal

Positive Traits: Intelligent, Emapathetic, Composed
Neutral Traits: Dreamer (gets lost in his head sometimes; likes to think big)
Negative Traits: Naive, Overconfident (puts too much stock in booksmarts)

Reason for Pursuing Knighthood: Disillusionment with family business

Backstory:

The merchant house Troadec makes no secret of its lowborn heritage. As the family tale goes, the first patriarch Alister began his rise a century and a half ago as an urchin on the streets, unskilled and without a copper to his name. Lacking the finesse for mercenary work and the connections for an apprenticeship, the man turned to his wit. He started with a fish -- a single measly trout fished from a brook. Hungry as though he was, Alister saw an opportunity. He sold the fish to an inn for two coppers. With these funds, he purchased two more fish from a monger. Then he sold those for two coppers a piece. Buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell, Alister slowly filled his purse with coin until one day, he found himself rather wealthy for a man of his status. Yet his ambitions did not falter. Instead, he purchased a small boat, sailed out upon the sea, and cast his net day after day. In time, he became respected as a fisherman, though this did not satisfy him -- Alister saw something bigger in his future, and he strode after it -- the first in a long line of Troadec dreamers. And so it was, after many years, that Alister, first of the newly minted merchant house Troadec, died old, gray, and very wealthy.

Such was the history upon which Andel Troadec was raised upon; raised to replicate. As a boy, his ambition was to do just that; after all, what lad doesn't wish to pursue the success and glory of his family before him? With the passing years, however, Andel's admiration of his family turned to concern. He noticed the frightened looks of the lowfolk as he passed. The begging of the "thieves" his father's guardsmen beat. Something was amiss -- something had always been amiss, yet Andel was only just realizing it. He confronted his father with his concerns.

"Son," the aging man said, "You're simply beginning to see how this world of ours works. Those with ambition will always rule over lesser men." He let loose a grin that Andel suddenly realized was quite disturbing. "You will do the same, boy. You must, for that is our legacy."

Andel felt sick. What kind of ambition was it to stomp on and extort those without power? What kind of dream was so easily achieved? To be the inheritor of a legacy that spits on the dreams of others -- people just like patriarch Alister, not two centuries past? No. He would not be responsible for...for that one day. And he would tear down his own family if he had to in order to see to it.

He stormed out of his father's chambers, out of the Troadec home, and straight to the city market. He knew what he was going to do. The recruiter gave Andel an appraising glance as he spoke:

"My name is Andel of House Troadec. I am here to join your Order."
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Name: Harstac Bell
Age: 20
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Height: 6'2
Weight: ~350 lbs
Social Class: Outcast
Location of Recruitment: Forest
Previous Occupation: Savage
Appearance:

Chosen Specialization: Medium-range combat, fighting without weapons
Chosen Weapon(s): halbert, bare hands
Chosen Armor Class: Medium: Thick chainmail armor (modified to fit his body as far as possible), helmet.
Items carried: Recruit's tunic, pants and shirt he made himself out of hide, knife.
Positive Traits: Undemanding, survivalist, can be friendly
Neutral Traits: Shy, prefers eating meat.
Negative Traits: not very familiar with social conventions, very unusual appearance
Reason for Knighthood: The chance to become a knight would definitely improve his standing in human society and, at least so he hopes, put him out of total poverty. And he wouldn't be totally on his own anymore.
Backstory: Harstac is the product of a mating between a member of the 'Othaam' Lahatch colony and a girl from a remote village having 'Bell' as her surname. Unlike the way it's common, their relationship lasted for several months with them even having learned the language of each other. It would probably have lasted even longer if they had managed to keep it a secret for longer. When it emerged, his father was killed in a well prepared ambush some of the enfuriated villagers had set up. Harstac had to leave, but the colony wasn't an option. The girl continued to care about him in secrecy until he was barely grown up enough to take care of himself. This is when he became an outcast for the first time in his life until a nobleman caught him when stealing chickens from one of his farmyards. He didn't have Harstac imprisoned, but instead noticed how useful he could be and forced him to become one of his serfs. He was thirteen by then and over the course of the following years it evolved into some sort of symbiosis: The nobleman had to keep him away from his visitors and the public, but he offered him security and a bit more comfort in life in exchange for continued, very hard labor. When his health deteriorated and death had become foreseeable, the nobleman told him to leave as he wasn't sure about how his descendants would proceed with the given situation. Harstac never returned to human civilization until a recruiter saw him accidentally. Noticing that Harstac wasn't just any Lahatch but a hybrid, he pursued him carefully. Some time later, Harstac noticed him as well and they started talking. The recruiter offered him to join the Order as such an unusual being would be an interesting addition and offering membership to him would be in line with the Order's benevolent mindset.
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