[CHAR] The Overseers of Serenity: Blood Moons

[TheDarkTemplar]

Tyr

Tyr "The Watcher"

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Age: 31

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Rank: Reaver

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Personality
Tyr can be two different people depending on when you find her. When she is not fulfilling a task, she is quite coy and sarcastic but friendly more or less. When she is given a task she is ruthlessly efficient and focused, nothing else matters and the ends justify the means. She enjoys her work but that could be because its all she's ever known.

History

Hider

The Order of The Dawn Covenant is comprised of two branches. The Templars who are it's visible will in the form of soldiers and mages. Then there are The Watchers of Serenity, agents of The Order who operate in the shadows. These stealth agents subtly maintain order throughout the continent while maintaining their anonymity. The Watchers operate completely independent of The Templars and they answer only to the Lord Templar, or they did until the Lord Templar's recent death. Now The Watchers maintain their organization but under a new leader, completely cutting ties with The Order.

Tyr is an agent of The Watchers and has been from her birth. While she was still a baby her parents were murdered by a Renmer raider group. Her family lived along the eastern coast of Miras, not far from them was the Renmer island Ik'thal. From there the Renmer sailed to the continent and attacked Tyr's family home. Her father was murdered in the defense of his family and her mother was taken captive. The babe was left alive and alone and for a day the child cried in isolation before help arrived in the form of a Watcher. His name was Reis and he'd been sent to investigate the coast for signs of another Renmer incursion. Instead he found Tyr, alone and helpless, Reis took the child and raised her while serving The Watchers.

As Tyr grew older she inevitably took an interest in her adopted father's profession and so her training as a Watcher began. Trained in coercion, stealth, subterfuge, and combat the young girl quickly became a prodigy. It was not until she was 18 that she learned of the fate of her parents and from that day on she harbored a strong hatred for the Renmer. Now she continues to serve as a Watcher Assassin, silently observing the ebb and flow of political power across Miras. On multiple occasions she has been forced to kill and each time she's become more proficient at the cost of her empathy towards others.

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Weapons

• Watcher Dark Steel Longsword
• Watcher Dark Steel Throwing Knives
• Watcher Dark Steel Garrote

Magic

• Illusion/Invisibility-allows caster to be invisible but becomes less effective during fast movement as it causes a slightly distortion of objects seen behind.
• Illusion/Throw Voice-user is capable of projecting voice a distance from their location.

Other
Tyr always carries with her a small notebook. It's cover is of black leather and the pages made from fine vellum. This is more than a diary but rather a log of everyone she's killed and other memorable events in her life.

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Post Example
The moon was full as numerous clouds floated across its face. This night was particularly dark despite the light of the moon being at it's fullest. The target was a nobleman suspected of treason and conspiracy to weaken Farendar to Renmer invasion. Her mission was to infiltrate the noble's countryside estate and uncover any evidence confirming suspicions. Tyr sat perched in the trees overlooking the nobleman's manor. From there she could see the estate itself and the wall surrounding it's perimeter, leaving space between the two by about 50 feet of garden.

"Sir Ardal, lesser lord of the western hinterlands. A pariah amongst his peers and a dishonorable man by Farendar standards. Likely looking for a way to raise his standing and so makes a deal with the Renmer", Tyr's blood began to boil at the mention of the word "Renmer". Those dark elves were all evil in her eyes and those who served them deserved no mercy. Still, it was not her place to pass punishment, not now at least. She still needed to find evidence of his conspiracy and so the assassin examined the grounds. "The perimeter is under constant guard, patrols are regular with only five minute stops at various checkpoints. The South Gate seems to have the longest time delay between guard swaps, eliminate the posted guards and infiltrate from there", getting in was the easy part, it was maneuvering the halls undetected was going to be slightly less easy.

Theme Song:

Irisara Silaen

Irisara Silaen "The Pirate Queen"

"Call me a fish elf, I dare you..."

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Age: 26

Gender: Female

Race: Sireni

Rank: Operative

Personality: Not your average Sea Elf pirate, there is more to Irisara than one can see at first glance. Being the captain of a ship full of ravenous cutthroats requires a strong mind and body and Irisara is a shining example of that. Tough as nails with a mind for naval warfare she leads her crew and those she calls allies into battle with a combination of precision and ferocity. Irisara can come off as a bit of a grouch but eventually once she warms up to others she quickly becomes more amicable. Until then it's best not to upset her as she is a pirate and fighting is something she isn't afraid to do.

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Bio:
Whoever Irisara was prior to her people being brought to this world is unknown as the young pirate queen refuses to speak of it. After however, she goes on to tell a number tales almost impossible to believe. When the sireni first arrived, Irisara was one of the first to make contact with the inhabitants of Miras. For a time, she was in a relationship with a human it did not last long before she became a pirate. In almost no time at all she became a notorious pirate captain, giving herself the title of Pirate Queen of The Eastern Sea. For a few years she was a menace to both Farendar and Nalrokar ships before being offered a position with The Overseers. It was an offer she couldn't really resist. Now the pirate queen does the occasional transport of high value Overseer agents but her main duties involve reporting of any large Renmer naval force. Times like these tempt the dark elves to invade the mainland as in the old times.

Post Example

Post Example: The sails of The Amaranthea caught strong tailwinds as she attempted to close the distance between herself and her prize. It was a Farendar merchant ship traveling along the coast with spices, coin, and other valuables just waiting to be plundered. Unfortunately for the crew of the merchant ship, the night prior brought in foul winds causing the ship to be dragged a bit farther from the coast while still maintaining its route. This was perfect for The Amaranthea as this meant that the prize was farther away from help and less likely to escape to a harbor.

The Amaranthea moved in on the merchant ship surprisingly well. The ships ram slammed into the rear of the ship and destroy its rudder. On the deck of The Amaranthea it's captain stood with her arms crossed as she nodded to her swivel gunners. The order was given and without delay the two swivel gunners fired two chain shots at the masts of the merchant ship. Their prize was now without a steer and winds to carry it, the ship was now a treasure chest on a raft. The pirates boarded the ship howling like mad men as their swords rang out of their sheaths. The merchant sailors had little time to react but even for those with the sense to arm themselves it was all for naught. The pirates cut down those who fought back and blooded those who didn't. In a matter of minutes the ship was theirs and the pirates cheered as their captain exited the quarters of the merchant ship's captain...holding the man's head by his hair.

"You goddamn savages! The Royal Navy will have your heads for this!", one of the merchant sailors yelled as he was brought to his knees. One of the pirates, Quartermaster Dashiil hit him with the hilt of his sword before barking back, "Shut it before I cut out ya tongue! Your in the presence of Captain Silaen, Pirate Queen of The Amaranthea!". Irisara laughed as she tossed the head of the former merchant captain overboard, "Its quite alright Dashiil, I'll look past the formalities right now. How many did we lose in the fight?". Dashiil looked down in scorn of himself as he uttered the words, "Two, Captain. Velosi and Neiro, the bastards managed to gut our boys early on".

"Well that's unfortunate, but I do believe we have a chance to fill the void left by their deaths. I see twelve men before me, six if you only count the ones living. I say we do some recruiting", Irisara watched as her crew began to smile one by one while their prisoners looked on in horror and confusion. "So who among you lot wish to join our little family? C'mon speak up, anyone?", at first there were no takers but soon enough one spoke up after realizing what the alternative was. Then another spoke up, and another, and another until all six were yelling over each other. "My aren't you all eager! Unfortunately we only need two of you so..", Irisara pulled out four crude wooden knives, they were small and thin but strong enough to pierce flesh. Taking the tips of the knives she pressed them against her fangs causing the venom to coat the blade. Once all four were coated she handed them to Quartermaster Dashiil. "Lock them below decks and toss these in with them, don't let them out until only two remain", the crew began to chuckle as their prisoners started to panic and look at each other in fear of what was to come. One of them even had the gall to yell back, "You fish elf bitch! And if we all are poisoned?! What then? No replacements for y-". The sailor's insults were silenced by Irisara shoving a poisoned knife into his neck. The entire ship went silent as the man's body collapsed on the deck writhing about as the venom destroyed his body.

"...now that he's done with, let's be on with it then", the crew cheered in unison as they pillaged the lower decks of the merchant ship and brought up with them various wines and foods from which they all ate merrily. The gold would be brought up after the main act. Quartermaster Dashiil lead the prisoners below decks carefully jabbing at them with his cutlass before leaving them below and locking the hatch. The pirates gathered around the gridded cargo hatch to see which of these sailors they'd soon welcome into the fold. Irisara stood above atop the hatch and looked down at the five unfortunate souls with a smirk on her face, "Alright boys, get to it! After this we make haste for Stormacre!" The men roared in anticipation of the wine, women, and song that was to come. They danced, drank wine, and scrapped while waiting for the battle below to come to a close. Unfortunately for them the lookout began to cry out, "SHIP AHOY! CAP'N SHE'S A MAN O' WAR! FARENDAR ROYAL NAVY APPROACHIN' PORTSIDE!". Every soul on both The Amaranthea and the merchant chip went dead silent as they waited for their captain's orders.

"All hands back to The Amaranthea, leave the spoils! Quartermaster have a group of men take what oil is below our decks and place half of it on the merchant ship!"

"But Cap'n the spoils! The oil'll be more useful with us than blast in way our prize!"

"That Man O' War'll blow us to hell if we stay on. The prize will weigh us down when we flee!"

"I assume ya have a plan?"

"We load the oil onto the ship, we sail opposite it and when that man o' war comes near to inspect it our swivels blast it to hell. It wont stop the navy but it'll give us time to put as much distance between us and it and along the way we toss the rest overboard as fire barrels"

Dashiil nodded with an approving smirk before relaying Irisara's orders to the crew, "ALL HANDS ON DECK, BRING UP THE OIL AND SPLIT THE PILE! HELMSMAN, TURN US AROUND AND GET US TO STORMACRE!. The crew of The Amaranthea rushed across the decks as they moved the oil. At the same time the man o' war was closing the distance but it hesitated to fire on the ship, instead it fired warning shots into the water. Irisara was suspicious, the man o' war's crew easily outnumbered her own and while her's was skilled the numbers alone had them at a disadvantage. "Dashiil, my spyglass", she called and not a moment later it was in her hands. To her surprise when looking through the telescope she saw a deckhand waving a white flag as the man o' war approached. "Strange...they wish to speak", Irisara hadn't known the royal navy to deal with pirates kindly and she wasn't going to let her guard down because this lot claimed to. When the man o' war arrived Irisara made sure to use the merchant ship as the neutral ground. The massive ship came up alongside the trade vessel and it towered over both the merchant ship and and Irisara's brig. Captain Silaen and her Quartermaster stood atop the deck of the merchant ship as they awaited word from the royals. A rope ladder unfurled down the hull of the warship and shortly after the Captain and an emissary came climbing down. The two groups eyed stared down for seemingly an eternity before the emissary spoke, "Irisara Silae-"

"Captain Irisara Silaen", Dashiil corrected with a scowl on his face.

"Forgive me, Captain. I represent The Overseers of Serenity and their goal of maintaining order throughout Miras"

"What's this have to do with us?", Irisara was on edge. The sooner they'd be done with this the better.

"Well my organization wishes to make you a deal. Give us your services and we shall provide you and your crew with a full pardon from the Queen of Farendar"

"Damn your pardons, we've been fine without 'em for this long and we'll last much longer still"

"There is also a considerable reward upon the completion of your duties., Irisara's mood perked up immediately after hearing the last part of the offer. She looked back to her crew who replied with looks of support, they knew their captain was the woman for the job, and the fact that she'd be bringing home a trove of gold made the deal all the sweeter. "Where we headed?".

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Weapons:

The Tempest

Irisara wields two of these master crafted swords which she has named Galen and Agaen

Ability/Magic/:

• Leviathan's Touch- A trait of all Sea Elves, Irisara has small barbs on her fingertips which can produce and inject a paralytic venom into an enemy.
• Siren's Kiss- A more rare genetic trait where instead of barbs, Irisara has two fangs capable of injecting venom so potent it can kill a man in minutes with a single bite. However both the Leviathan's Touch and the Siren's Kiss are barely used by Irisara unless she is without weapon. That doesn't mean she never uses it to intimidate.

Theme Song:

[Snarfulblast]

Name: Karl Shadowthorn "Hero of The Dawn."
Appearance: Short for an elf Karl stands at an odd 5 feet of height. His hair is of a short length and a silver color. His eye is hazel in color. His face has a scar across his right eye, the scar itself looks to have been made by the claws of an animal. His skin is a light tan. Karl always seems to wear a smile.
Age:28
Gender:Male
Race: Wood elf
Rank:Watcher
Personality: Karl is as good hearted and caring as you can get. He will help anyone and everyone if he can as long as their intentions are not for evil. Karl only talks when talked to or if he gets completely smashed off his arse. But like all good people Karl has a dark side, if any of his fiends are killed in front of him Karl loses all sense of control going into a berserk rage. Or he used to. After the war against The Dead God,Karl lost his berserker rage and his mind calmed. He gained a new sense of honor and a deeper understanding of himself.

After War Karl

After the war Karl went with his dwarven friends and got himself a new arm, during this time he helped rebuild as much of their homes as he could. After his new arm was complete, Karl traveled the land helping rebuild as much as he could, stopping at villages to fix homes and start farms. He would also teach villagers to how to protect themselves from bandits , brigands, pirates, and raiders. He was eventually approached by one of the Watchers, he was offered a place among them to help maintain the order of the world, he accepted, he was in the mood for some action.

Bio:Karl's past is dark and terrible. His parents killed while he was young, leaving him orphaned and alone. The orphanage Karl lived at was horrible, he and the other kids where worked, beaten, and starved. One day at the age of 13 Karl being one of the older kids in the orphanage watched as a group of drunkards wandered into the orphanage and in a drunken stupor raped and killed three eleven girls, outraged Karl attacked them, but his attempts to fight he was beaten,knocked down,and nearly killed, but in his rage and a termination to avenge those girls he rose and tackled one of them men grabbing a broken bottle that had been dropped by one of the drunks Karl stabbed the man he had tackled until the man lay dead, the other men saw this and ran terrified by what this malnourished half dead child was able to do. After that Karl was kicked from the orphanage forced to live in the streets, found by a kind old lady Karl war nursed back to health. After living with the women for seven years Karl had heard about the Order and made it his goal to join and become a force for good and right. It took him three years but finally Karl was able to reach the rank of Templar although it was the lowest rank Karl knew he was on his way to becoming that which he wanted most to be, a solider for good. That was until the war, durning which Karl lost his right eye and his left arm. With the help of dwarven runes and smithing he was able to get a new arm. Having lost many of his friends during the war, Karl felt it his duty to help rebuild the world and to stop something like the return of The Dead God from ever happening again.

Weapons: Long sword, Short sword, Crossbow.
Magic: Holy Restoration.

Karl's Spells

Heal: It's a heal. It heals wounds, the more focus put into the heal the more wounds it heals.
Rune Pulse: During the forging of Karl's new arm Glodin and a couple of other Runesmiths put a rune on the arm that allows Karl to charge and discharge his magic. The magic when discharged is released in a pulse around Karl healing all creatures and people not born of pure evil.
Holy Fire: Karl focuses upon his blade and wreathes it in fire. The fire does not harm people or creatures who are not born of evil. It does however still heat the blade so it cauterizes the wound as it's being made.
Holy Bolt: Karl forms a ball of pure holy magic and flings it at the target. This spell was made for the sole reason of killing undead, daemons, and other things of an inherent evil nature. It does not harm non evil creatures.

Other: Karl gets nervous to women he finds attractive, especially red heads. His new arm is made from a mithryl alloy, so it's light flexible and strong enough to withstand dragon fire.

Theme Song: Karl's Theme

[OtomostheCrazy]

Kaathe Oolacile

Kaathe "Crestfallen" Oolacile

Appearance:

clothes

Age: 39

Gender: Male

Race: Dark Elf

Rank: None

Personality: In a word: Pessimistic. Due to a traumatizing experience earlier in his life, he had forced almost all sense of caring out of his mind. Though he thinks logically, and would still attempt to help someone when needed, he has resigned himself to allowing fate to go whichever direction it wishes. The deaths of others-and even the thought of his own demise-slightly amuses him, as it only proves to him that he may have been right to discard that caring.

There once was a moment where he had started to care once again. Unfortunately it was brief, and traumatizing when it came to an end. Now he is as pessimistic as ever. Only this time, he's not so keen on allowing the light of hope fill him again. He doesn't know, nor does he care, if his allies are alive or dead now.

Bio: Born in one of the cities of the larger islands of Nalrokar, Kaathe was expected to grow to become one of the strongest in their city. Unfortunately, that was not what he was. Physically, he was weaker than most, and as such, he was constantly berated and beaten. More than once, he found himself in a dispute that left him limping and bleeding after it's resolve.

When he was younger, he tried to get stronger. Learning all that he could in order to prove that he was strong. Of course, his losing streak would not be deterred by this determination. Still, he continued to move forward. Going on with his futile goal.

Eventually, he had gotten into such trouble that he was dying on the ground, a failure. It was at this moment, where he took a look at his life. What had he done? What was the point? Why was he so afraid to lose? Was it death? Was it because he would find himself in a situation just like this one if he hadn't gotten stronger? Well, there he was, and he didn't care.

It was all idiotic anyway. Why try to do something when fate clearly meant for you to do something else? It was a waste of time. His life had been a waste of time.

He survived that little experience, but now he had lost all manner of caring. He would do whatever would normally do, only this time just on a whim. He accepted anything that happened, and simply moved on. It was in the Past anyway. It wasn't his problem anymore. The next time he found himself in a fight, he won. Apparently his new outlook on life had granted him a calmer mind, and a clearer sight. He easily overpowered his opponent with what he learned. Funny how fate works. When he wanted to win, he lost. Now that he could care less, he tastes victory...and it tasted like the air he had been breathing from the moment he was born.

As all others from his near-death experience onward, he joined the covenant on a whim. It was because of this, he had never gone up in rank. Not that he would care, anyway.

After the Dawn Covenant

He had played his role throughout the war, and left. Few would notice his absence in the years after the war. He left, because he had come to realize that he had allowed hope to return and be ripped away once more. Not only for himself, but for the entirety of his people. Rather than allow himself to grieve and wail until his heart stopped, Kaathe had decided to leave on a journey of his own.

He wandered the lands, doing whatever had come to his mind. He had even decided against helping his people rebuild, in favor of simply wandering about.

Weapons:
PRIMARY:

Cythlla

Henry

TERTIARY:

Dagger of the Crestfallen

Magic: Blood, Illusion, and Cryomancy

Current Spells/Magical Abilities

Cryomancy:

• Freezing Enchantment (Kaathe enchants items with a freezing power)
• Celestial Wrath (by focusing a spell and throwing it into the sky, Kaathe can make ice weapons rain down within a yard around him.)

Illusion:

• Nostalgic Moment (if you don't remember this, then here's a reminder: Kaathe creates an illusion out of one of his memories. Unfortunately, they're can't physically felt or interacted with. It mainly serves as a distraction.
• Illusionist's Sight (with enough focus, Kaathe and force individuals within his line of sight into an illusion of his choosing, however they must stay wishin his line of sight in order to be affected. Blinking cancels the spell)
• Hallucinating Enchantment (Kaathe can enchant a weapon with a maddening illusion to confuse and disorientate a target that's hit. Lasts for a minute.)

Blood:

• Spell Strengthening (uses a blood sacrifice to strengthen the potency of other available magic)
• Damned Remains (uses a blood sacrifice to summon five lesser spirits to possess the long-dead and fight alongside him.)
• Honor-Bound Demon

  
  (Uses a personal blood sacrifice, and renders Kaathe immobile in order to summon a powerful demon to fight for him)
• Mesmerizing Demoness

  
  (uses a personal blood sacrifice and renders Kaathe blind and deaf in order to summon a dancing Demoness to fight alongside him.)

Other:

Opinions on Others

Evelynn Sunderland

I must admit that I never thought she'd last past the war. My past leaders have all died, you see. It was honestly surprising that she managed to break that streak...Though it should be mentioned that I still see her as my leader. Even when she was promoted to the pinnacle of the Dawn Covenant, I still saw her as the Knight-Captain that gathered the few forces that survived. I had heard that she retired after everything was said and done. I don't know where she is now, but I don't really care. She can take care of herself.

Karl Shadowthorne

Back when I first met him, his aspiration was to be a true white knight, where he fought so that evil would no longer overcome good. He wanted to become force of good and right. A nice dream, but an impossible one. I wonder where he is now? How does he feel now that our victory has shown its darker side. Probably just as adamant in fighting for his cause...Hm. I seem to remember accepting a challenge from him some time ago. I never did ask which of us won.

Argus Starcrusher

One of two annoying dwarves that I happened to have fought alongside. I sometimes forget which one one was an actual blacksmith. It was either he or Glodin...maybe both. Either way, he had a tendency to raise the spirits of our other allies. I just thought he was trying to yell some nonsense while drunk. I heard he went back to his homeland after the war. I haven't heard much of him since.

Marcus Kiln

He will always be known to me as the man with strange weapons. I will admit that his aim is true, but hunting skills could use some work....Hm. I wonder if he got better since last I saw him. Maybe. He and I never talked much. He was usually around the dwarves whenever I saw him. Probably because they made and improved his weapons. I don't know where he went since the war. Perhaps he had gotten himself lost since then.

Cythlla Lorry

...I guess there's no hiding this, is there? Yes, I had fallen in love with her. There are times where I wonder if I left the Dawn Covenant to wander the world, or to search for her. Her magic was unlike any I have ever seen, and her personality was as beautiful as her...Heheh. I apologize. I got lost in old thoughts. Fate has a way of hurting people, and Cythlla became my second scar. I have three now, and I suspect Fate to strike me again soon.

Post Example:

Here's your example

The squires, the pages, the initiates...they walked onward in the light of day, going about their training and duties. As one would expect, a majority of these youths were excitable, and fantasized about slaying beasts and monsters becoming heroes and legends. How innocent of them. Even when enduring their training and lessons, they dream of how they would earn such titles.

One of these youths was simply making her way, when she had noticed a Dark Elven knight, sitting alone. Curious, she approached him. Her curiosity only grew when she noticed that the knight had a conflicting look on his face. His eyes were half-closed, with a look of melancholy shadowing over them. However, his mouth was slightly curved into a small grin. The girl was confused, as the two expressive looks seemed too incompatible to simultaneously exist on the same face.

Intending to satisfy her curiosity, she looked at him and asked,

"Excuse me, milord. But may I ask you something?"

"What is it?" replied the knight.

"It's just that, you seem to be hiding your sorrow. Why is that? What happened?"

The knight looked at the girl for a moment, and then chuckled quietly.

"You think yourself a good judge of character, child? You seem to have missed your mark this time."

The girl was even more confused.

"It's just these new knights I had passed earlier. They were talking to each other about how they were looking forward to combating strong monsters...How inexperienced. They'll likely meet their deaths once they find how powerful beasts can be. It's a shame really. They might have been dreaming about a chance like this all their lives. Oh well. Whatever happens to them happens, and they will return different than when they leave."

"Sir, why would you say such things?" said the girl, astonished.

"Because it is the truth. There is no guarantee of safe return, and dreams of glory will only hinder them in their little battle. Dreams have no place where they will go. Still, the inexperienced and the foolish will go. Some will die, and others will be broken, but they will move ever onward, I suppose."

The girl looked down. She was regretting ever coming into contact with this knight. The dark elf saw this, and spoke again.

"If you wish to be a knight that survives battles, you must accept the fact that you may die. You must take on the gravity of every battle you have fought, are fighting, and will fight. You will be hurt, placed in bleak situations, and even face your death, but this is a given. Accept them, and you may live through your battles. Cast a blind eye, and you will certainly meet some sort of end. Whatever the case, it matters not to me. Do what you will. Whatever happens will happen. It's no concern of mine."

The girl, now with something to think on, thanked the knight for his time. As she began to leave, she had found that she had not asked his name. So she returned to him and did just that.

"Does it really matter? I'm one of the less memorable knights...fine. My name is Kaathe."

The girl tilted her head at the strangeness of his name.

"Now go. I've a headache from this one-sided conversation."

The girl nodded, and walked off, back to her duties. Kaathe simply continued to look down, and think to himself once more.

Theme Song:

Majula

[Hippo AF]

Draco Kalsea

Full Name:
Draco Kalsea

Nickname(s):
Phoenix

Character Appearance:

Image

Draco's appearance is that of a regular man. He has multiple stab scares in his chest but is rarely ever seen without a shirt. His clothes are also regular, he sticks with a tightish black shirt with black jeans. He stands at 6 foot and is more lanky in weight.

Age:
22

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Rank:
Operative

Personality:
Draco is a sick twisted human being with no regard for human life. However, people don't see this side of him, his best thrill in the world is deception. Draco thrives on people trusting him, loving him, caring for him before he destroys them from the inside out. He prefers to be up close and personal, staring into the eyes of his 'loved' ones as their life seeps away. Draco is a very smooth talker, always knowing what to say to whom and with his vast intellectual mind, he understands almost everything to do with the body. Draco takes in his surrounds more prospectively then others, taking in as much information as he can.

Bio:
Draco knew for a long time he was different from the rest of the world. He saw the world for how it really is, a cruel mistress who likes to toy with its humans. Draco was always distant with humans, and at a young age, Draco had access to many books of study, quickly expanding his knowledge on the anatomy and brain functions of all species. Draco's mother, father and sister loved him very much and was worried about him when he started to become more distant as his life went on. Draco finally gave into his sickness. His mother came early from work, were she was met by Draco. Draco slashed his hand around, the knife connecting with his mother's throat and blood spurted out all over his body, as his mother's life began to leave her, Draco's face finally formed a sick, twisted smile. Not long after his father and sister came home, shocked as the lifeless body laid across the floor. A thud made his sister turn as their father laid on the ground with the knife through his nape. She ran through the house screaming Draco's name. Draco called out to his sister, grabbing her and pulling her into his room, locking his door. She was trying to explain their is a killer in the house but was cut short when Draco laughed uncontrollably. Confused his sister stepped towards him, but not before the knife pierced her gut. On the run from his homeland, Draco joined The Overseers and has become an Operative as a cover for his self.

Weapons:

Salink

Kalar

Magic/Abilities

Mind Prowess ~

• Foreign Sight - Foreign Sight allows Draco to look through the eyes of another being, however this ability has drawbacks. He has to have seen the person in his life and the further the target is from Draco, the harder it is to connect or stay connected.
• Temporal Distortion - This ability grants Draco the power to stun anyway for a specific amount of time but flooding the target with foreign images or sound.

Post Example:
(Dont understand this...?)

Theme Song(optional):
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You Let me know which one you think fits more :p

Xamar

Name
Xamar

Appearance

Image

Age
25

Gender
Male

Race
Xamar's race is unknown to him. He appears to be human but he knows that he is different from that species. His sense of smell is heightened, his sight is better perfect, his reflexes are beyond that of humans. Xamar has also learned that his skin is fire proof, and in search of finding his race, the closest he has come to is 'Demon'

Rank
Watcher

Personality
Xamar is a particular type of person. He often looks at the world differently, of the despair it brings. He takes it upon himself to rid the world of despair and because of this feeling, he is always putting others before him, and is always trying to help someone. Xamar, however helpful he is, it is often seen by others as something else. Xamar also has a hard time talking to anyone, and will often just show a sign of acceptance. He believes that his place as a Watcher will help him rid the despair in a higher position.

Bio
Xamar was an orphan with his parents an unknown to him. He was left at an orphanage, to whom his guardian had told him that when he arrived, he came with a necklace of an insignia of royalty, however Xamar could never find this royal family of his. When he was finally hold enough to know the world, he knew he was given away because of his race, not human. Xamar left the orphanage at the age of 10 in search of answers to his many unanswered questions. On his travels, Xamar learnt so much, from varying knowledge to fighting. He finally learnt the best and worst sides of the world around him, on his travels, he joined The Overseers and quickly climbed the ranks within a few years, becoming a Watcher at the age of 19. His goal is to be a Reaver, a position that Xamar could make the biggest difference in.

Weapons

• Corruption

  
  
  Corruption was a weapon that Xamar picked up on his travels, quickly learning and adapting to it's weight, he became a master at sword fighting with Corruption and is a perfect sync with him. He gave the name Corruption to the sword because he felt that an influence a weapon has over the users body can cause corruption if unchecked.
• Armageddon

  
  
  Xamar had come to a town that was being harmed by local bandits, unable to stand the power they had over the village, Xamar swiftly put them out of business and took this halberd from the chief, learning it's name is Armageddon, Xamar decided not to change it.

Magic

• Pyromancy - Xamar has always been able to feel the power of fire around him, learning to manipulate and even gone as far as CREATE fire, bending it to his will
• True Awakening (Yet to be known to Xamar) - Xamar releases his true form, forging his relation to his Demon race, activating this ability will not only change his appearance, but increases all of his current abilities drastically, however the use of this ability leave Xamar strained and out cold.

Theme Song
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[LiverisGood]

= Tabetha Lockwell

Character:
Name: Tabetha Lockwell [human], Sindri Thalawen [Elven]

Appearance:

My Hider

Age: 26 (original+5 years after the war)=31

Gender: Female

Race: Half-elf (human father)

Rank: Knight-Corporal but became Knight-Captain before retiring

Status: Unknown, believed to be somewhere in what was once Talmaria

Old Bio

Personality: A gregarious and chatty lady, she enjoys exploring what lies beyond the horizon. Though she knows that as a Templar she must conduct herself accordingly least the Templar's name be sullied, she is more than willing to dirty her hands to get things done. Her experiences in Talmir taught her that sometimes it is a necessary evil to break the rules even if the act itself is just.

Bio: Tabetha was born to an elven mother and a human father. According to her mother, a geomancer of some renown, her father died soon after the day of her birth. She grew up in Kal'ras, a city-state of Talmer. It had no laws forbidden inter-marriages but such an act was looked down upon by the community at large. As a child born from this marriage, Tabetha grew up ostracized from her fellow peers. To remove herself from this pain, she immersed herself in books, a number of them dealing with the world outside.

At the age of 10 she, like all other children in Kal'ras had to learn basic self-defense courses as well as navigation skills needed to move around the densely forested areas of Talmer. To the surprise of herself and those of her peers, she was exceptionally competent at this endeavor. When it came time to learn magic, she demonstrated an affinty with geomancy. It was decided then that her mother would teach her geomancy as she was the best in the city.

Tabetha made her first friend who was impressed by her abilities. The elf girl was named Leande, the daughter of a statesman. As part of the elite, Leande was top of her class and she found it amusing that Tabetha was able to best much of the class despite being a half-elf. Her curiosity stroken, she decided to stick around her to observe her. However, Tabetha was none the wiser and was simply glad to have someone her age to talk to.

This unlikely friendship grew and Leande came to admire Tabetha's resiliency and strength; that despite all the harassment Tabetha received, she always managed to crack a smile and move foward. Likewise, Tabetha came to admire Leande's confidence and was striven to be more confident and assertive in herself.

The next 10 years were the better part of Tabetha's life. She wasn't looked down by others anymore (for the most part) and she had people that she could call dear friends. Graduating from her studies of self-defense, she continued her training into the arts of war, hoping to be one of the Wrenvelin. However, on the eve of her 21st birthday there was a major incident with regards to Leande. To save her dearest friend's honor she became the willing scapegoat. This caused her exile from Kal'ras.

Though she was still free to go to other city states in Telmer, painful memories lingered within these borders. As such, she left the forest and went to the lands her father once hailed from; the Kingdom of Farendar. It was here as a starving vagabound that she was picked up by the Order. Given a choice to stay or continue on her way, Tabetha chose to stay for where else can she call a place home?

Weapons(Primary, Secondary, Tertiary): Spear, Short-sword, Bow

Magic: Geomancy - To call upon the power of the Earth requires one to attune oneself to their surrounding and draw upon the power of the land. With elvish blood on her mother's side who herself was a geomancer, Tabetha Lockwell has an affinity with the Earth. She has acquired the ability to "hear" the voice of the earth and to call on it to aid her in times of need. Currently, her magic allows her to call forth an earthern barrier to shield herself or to use it to impede or even hurt her adversary. She has imbued her spear so that it can never break nor dull (or so she hopes). A particularly high skilled magic she hopes to master and is currently learning is to create earthen copies of any persons.

Other: She does not subscribe to the Order's belief, rather she chooses to stay as it is currently the only home she knows and it is a sort of replayment for taking her in. Though she has learned some things about the outside world with the help of the Order, she is not as well versed in social ettiquetes of humans as she'd like. She can play the flute.

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Theme Song(optional)

As the Dead God's army advanced through the domains of the Wood Elves, the Wood Elves sought assistance from anyone including those from the Order. Tabetha, recently promoted to a knight-captain, was chosen to lead an expedition force to aid the Elves as she grew up in Talmaria and would know how to get around and evade the Dead God's army through the forest. Despite initially protesting that she was exiled and therefore had no right to return home, she quickly changed her mind after realizing how absurd that sounded especially when her homeland was under invasion. After making contact with the Elves she learned that Kal'ras, her birthplace, was razed to the ground but not before her mother and the elders gave their lives to buy time for the others to run. This saddened Tabetha greatly as she wanted to see her mother again. The only good news she learned was that Leande, her childhood friend and daughter to a powerful noble, was still alive at the time Kal'ras was wiped out though her whereabouts was missing in the chaos that followed. From what she could gather, Leande was on a very important mission at the time of the evacuation.

Communication with the Order was sporadic and Tabetha did the most logical thing and lead her forces alongside the Elves in the defense of their homes. The war was brutal with the Elves on the defensive against the Dead God's hordes, utilizing guerrilla tactics to great effect. Though the enemy did cut down trees in response, it hasn't until the appearance of the undead High Dragon did things truly take a turn for the worst. The dragon's unholy fires laid waste to the Elves, conflagarating the ground with black flames that was nearly impossible to put out and incinerating swaths of forest in the blink of an eye. In undeath, the dragon did not lose its cunning and wits. Far from a mindless beast, it was intelligent and very much capable of speech.

In the weeks that followed since the high dragon's appearance, the enemy made great strides inland. The high dragon was the biggest problem and no matter what attacks that were thrown at the creature, it would not die. Everytime it fell, it would rise back up soon after. It was if Sar'than himself kept willing the dragon back into existence. In the aftermath of one battle against the dragon, Tabetha finally met Leande campside at night.

Leande looked worse for wear but was happy to see a familiar face albeit it was one she had not seen in years. After a brief round of introductions, Leande revealed a spellbook and gave it to Tabetha explaining that the book was her mother's last farewell gift in the very unlikely event she, Leande, would cross path with Tabetha again. Though Tabetha tried to pry what Leande mission was noting that she was carrying some unusual trinkets in her pouches, the Wood Elf kept a tight lip only saying that she was needed to go the Relastmina din Unadine.

Leande refused the offer of escort reasoning that a large party would only attract attention and slow her down but nonetheless thanked Tabetha for her offer. Explaining that speed was of the essence, she disappeared into the night and continued on her way. This would be the last time Tabetha saw Leande in the war.

Another few weeks passed and the ordeal with the dragon reached a standstill. Multiple "surefire ways" to kill the dragon failed miserably. The elvish leaders realized that if the dragon could not be taken care off, defeat was almost a certainty. It was decided then that rather than kill the beast, it would be much better to simply contain it with powerful elven magic. At least then, the home field advantage would be theirs once more. Without the terror in the skies, Sar'than's ground army was easy pickings for the elves inside the forests.

The plan was simple. Pin the high dragon down with multiple ballistas with projectiles imbued with earth magic that will grow heavier over time. Once the dragon was grounded from being too heavy, hit the dragon with a barrage of spells and siege weaponry to "kill it" and render it inert. In that timeframe, ancient and powerful magic will seal the dragon inside a great tree, permanently.

As part of a massive operation with almost all personnel present, Tabetha was responsible for holding one side of permimeter against the seemingly infinite horde of enemies. The fighting was vicious and the high dragon, confident as ever, cared little that his body grew heavier and heavier by the minute. Even as the creature found itself unable to fly, its massive bulk, powerful claws and tails, and fiery breath was more than enough to annihilate everything. However, its body could not withstand the onslaught of spells and siege weaponry. Dying once more, the dragon merely laughed and taunted the elves for their wasted effort. Time and time again, the high dragon revived. The great beast knew this time would be no different.

And so the magus and geomancers began their work, rapidly growing a great oaken tree and imprisoning the high dragon within it, layering more and more protective wards atop each other in the hopes that the tree would become an unbreakable prison from which the dragon could not leave. With every last ounce of their magical strength gone, the spell was done and all that was present prayed it was enough.

The fighting continued still. One hour passed. Another hour passed. The horns of retreat echoing loudly through the air. Two more hours passed. Nothing. All was quiet. The deed was done. The high dragon was sealed and its evil would not harm the elves again. Now was the time for a counter offensive.

Without the high dragon, the Dead God's army was slowly driven back and the elves defended their homelands at a great cost. Whatever patches of land the dragon burned lingered with a fetid stench of death making them uninhabitable. Many lives were lost and much of the city states were in ruins. Of the personnel Tabetha was originally given, only 18 left the forest. But, many more veteran elves wanted to see the fight finished and left their forests. Thus, Tabetha returned back to headquarters with veteran elven soldiers who temporary joined the Order until the end of the war.

Nearly all of these elves returned back to the forest, Tabetha included. When pressed for an explanation by Evelyn, she said this:

"I am tired. I have yet to pay respects to my dear mother. I know you need everyone to help build your new world. However, at this moment I want no part of it. I need the peace and quiet the woods provide. I want to go back home. My mother's last gift to me...it is best that I return to the realm of Talmaria. And so, I will be leaving these behind (sets down her sigil and armaments). Thank you for everything commander. May fortune smile upon you in the days to come."

Tabetha was not seen since then. Some inside the Order say she has joined her kind once more and disappeared far into the west. Others say she is simply roaming the forest searching for something. A few even believe she will return one day when the day is right.

Aenwyn Loradi

Aenwyn Loradi

appearance

Age: 183
Gender: Female
Race: Wood Elf
Rank: Scholar

Personality:
When Aenwyn is busy, one could mistaken her aloofness as snobbery. The truth of the matter is that Aenwyn is too focused with her scrolls to pay attention to anyone else. Aenwyn thirsts for knowledge and she believes knowledge is power. This obsession sometimes puts her at odds with others especially regarding magic. She believes magic is not good nor evil. It simply is. Thus, she has no qualms learning about forbidden arts for she believes it is the user that determines the nature of their magic.

Outside of her studies, Aenwyn is cordial and she is also outspoken. She dislikes violence and prefers a more diplomatic approach to problems. However, she will use force if all other options are exhausted. Though she has the appearance and air of a bookworm, Aenwyn also greatly enjoys traveling to see new sights.

History:
Aenwyn Loradi is a veteran war mage of the Convergence War who fought alongside Tabetha Lockwell during the defense of the Wood Elves' realm. In times of peace she was a scholar, researcher, and a practitioner of magic. In the aftermath of the war, many Wood Elves who fought with the Order chose to retreat back into the forest. Aenwyn was among few who decided to stay with the Order. Her reasoning was simple. With the arrival of the new world, there was much to see and much to learn and much to catalog.

When the Overseers of Serenity was made known to some, Aenwyn was intrigued. She was surprised to learn that a massive library existed within the organization and wasted no time in being a scholar to access the knowledge within.

One of Aenwyn's hopes is to document the new world and its inhabitants. But, her greatest aspiration is to learn new schools of magic. Thanks to the advent of new ethereal energies coming out of the new world and intermingling with theirs, Aenwyn only knows that the present will be full of new discoveries and she intends to be there to see it. Retreating back to the forest would be a disservice to herself.

Weapons:

Grimoire of the Ancients: A spellbook containing many spells Aenwyn has encountered over the years. This does not mean she learned, let alone master the spells that were encountered. Rather, it is a catalog of spells Aenwyn has found useful or interesting be it in real life or scrolls. The book is magically locked and enchanted to warn the owner if anyone has touched the grimoire.

Ilyta's Hand: A wand fashioned from the branch of a great tree, it's properties allow Aenwyn to channel mana more efficiently. Though infinite mana is likely an impossiblity, anything that allows one to use less mana is a boon for a mage.

Silver Dagger: A last resort weapon when all is lost. Worn at the hip.

Magic:

Aenwyn's main school of magic are
1. Conjuration: Conjuration connects the caster's mind with that of the summoned thing. It is a tenuous link, meant only to lure, hold, and dismiss; but in the hands of a Master, it can be much stronger.
2. Abjuration: Abjuration is the study of protective magic. The most well known abduration spell is a mana shield that can protect people from attacks.

[Zetsuko]

Aslatiel

Name: Aslatiel

Appearance:


Age: 26

Gender: Male

Race: Dark Elf

Rank: Watcher

Personality: Aslatiel is typically quite friendly but is very quiet and reserved, sometimes timid even, yet he still faces down his opponents with unwavering resolve. His usual demeanor, androgynous voice, and lithe figure often lead to him being confused for a female most of the time, something he does not always immediately correct.

Bio: Aslatiel grew up with not much more than a promise, more of a challenge really, made the day he was separated from his brother that they would see which of them was the better warrior the next time they met. Already abandoned by his parents for his perceived weakness and now separated from his brother he set out alone to the human kingdom of Farendar. It was difficult for him there, especially since he was still young and not very strong, not to mention the human's prejudice. Nevertheless, he still managed to find work mainly as a farmhand, working on one farm for a while before moving. His wandering rarely went close to the larger cities, sticking mainly to smaller settlements and villages. He still practiced his martial skills when he got the chance, using the only weapon available to him: The Scythe, developing his own fighting style with the unconventional blade. Shortly before the war broke out he chanced across a small company headed by a peculiar dwarf. After he helped the company against a brigand ambush the dwarf, Valden Falskaar, created a special weapon for him as thanks as well as letting him stay with the company during the war.
When the war had ended and Aslatiel had parted ways with Valden's company he finally caught wind of his brother's whereabouts, tracking him to a mountain range in the north. He finally came upon Leno on a small plateau, ready to face him, but something had seemed strange, Leno didn't seem like himself anymore, clad in black armor that obscured his face and an odd presence about him. Their fight lasted for hours, Aslatiel began to feel as if his brother was limitless until, by some luck, his blade struck home. His brother's body collapsing before him not long before he too collapsed from exhaustion.
He awoke to find a man saying that he was impressed at his victory and that quite a few of the overseer's watchers had been felled by Leno before he came along. He then introduced himself as Marco and offered him a place among the Overseers of Serenity.

Weapons:
-Aslatiel's Scythe: A unique weapon made as a gift for him, the blade can be detached to serve as curved sword and the handle folds to be stored on his back. Fully extended the haft reaches out nearly 6ft.
-Iron knuckles

Magic: Entropy - Aslatiel never had use of any magic before, but after defeating his brother he found he had somehow inherited this power from him.

Rakuyo

Name: Rakuyo Hessarian

Appearance:


Age: 21

Gender: Male

Race: Dark Elf

Rank: Scholar

Personality: Rakuyo is not an outspoken person but he is not shy either, he usually prefers a smaller company as larger crowds just make him nervous. He's kind, friendly, and usually on the happy side but his personality shift the moment his sword is drawn. He becomes very aggressive, almost losing himself to bloodlust but he usually retains enough of himself to know who his allies are. The shift seems to change his abilities as well, as he is stronger and faster but forgoes the use of his spells.

Bio: Rakuyo was found by an Overseer Reaver when he was only 12, wielding a strange blade and standing amidst a number of corpses. He was highly aggressive, attacking the Reaver on sight until he was disarmed. The moment his blade left his hands his entire personality changed and he seemed a bit confused about what was going on. rather than finish him off and destroy the sword he took the elf in. He became a sort of pet project to the Reaver, being his personal apprentice. He was always loathe to draw the blade again, instead he learned various types of magic and fought almost exclusively with spells. He eventually became a scholar, spending much of his time in the Tower of Athilaris. He never fought during the great convergence but the Reaver that brought him into the overseers had been killed in the war, leaving him sort of alone within the order.

That is until the joining of Aslatiel. The two quickly became friends and frequently undertake missions together.

Weapons:
-Odachi: Long single-edged sword from a distant land. It contains a spirit of some sort that possesses him whenever he draws it from it's scabbard, making him an exceptional swordsman. It's unknown how Rakuyo obtained it.

Magic: Rakuyo has studied a wide range of magic schools. He mainly uses elemental magic, restoration spells, and wards but he knows at least some of the darker arts but uses them with less frequency, if at all.

He has gotten a slight bit of renown for a particular necromancy spell he's used. It involves him quite literally punching the life out of someone. It's not often used due to it's need for close quarters.

Other: Rakuyo wears a simple necklace with a small blue crystal inlaid in the pendant. Despite it's small size it can hold a considerable amount of magicka allowing him to caste many more spells before exhausting his reserves.

[Zelosse]

Valion

Name: Valion

Appearance:

Picture

Age(20 and up): 70

Gender: Male

Race: half-Elf

Rank: Watcher - Former pupil to Theodore Doubleblade

Personality: WiP

Bio: His master had been slain five years ago. In the temple of Shi'an, amidst the chaos of the Waystones activation and the raiding armies of the dead god Sar'Than, Theodore Doubleblade and his companion Gavlan Bitterstout had cleaved a bloody trail to the heart of the ever growing tempest. The portal had been opened to the seemingly endless legions of demons and devils who answered to their necrotic master. Over four dozen armed and powerful knights of the Dawn fought at Theodores command. Their actions that day had closed the Waystone and shattered the corrupted key, sealing Miras from the horrors that lurked beyond. The story goes that while Theodore smashed the key, his companions had rallied under the immovable Gavlan as the raging Dwarf seemed to channel the fury of his fallen race into every swing of his axe. Black blood ran deep to mix with the red of his own and still the fiery tempered Gavlan stood in defiance of the darkness.

The brave had paid the price to seal the portal. Theodore and a handful of battered soldiers made their retreat as those still capable of fighting held off the swarm of lesser demons. The last they saw of their friends was the bleeding image of Gavlan Bitterstout and his boys roaring their fury in the face of certain annihilation.

Thalion still tells the tale of his masters ultimate sacrifice, for the good of the world and not just the war, as Sar'Than plunged his blade through the old dwarfs chest. Only a Dwarf could be so stubborn as to stare the grim reaper itself and spit in its eyes. Theodore had grasped the gods arm and refused to allow that wretched blade to be freed, with a will of Iron he had opened a mere moment of weakness that allowed Shi'an to destroy the dead god once and for all. In the moments that followed this monumental effect came the greatest of sacrifices.
The Grand High Ocular, Theodores greatest and oldest friend, took the blade from the weakened Shi'an and drove it through their heart. A prophecy had come true that day. One witnessed by a young dark elf hundreds of years ago. A vision that could not be explained, nearly forgotten, foretelling the Dead Gods never ending rise. Only with the Waystone shattered and both Gods dead could our world know peace..
Only by the blade forged from their realm could these two figures be slain.
Thalion had watched the scene unfold helplessly.

The Watcher and the Caretaker were wounded. Their lives given to save all. Yet they would only be known as traitors for destroying their ally. When the dust had cleared, the Watchers had been revealed to the world and summarily branded as traitors. Heretics. Scourges that plagued the world with chaos.

To this day, indeed likely till he is dust, Valion mourns the sacrifice made by his mentor.

Weapons(Primary, Secondary, Tertiary): Curved spear staff (see picture)

Magic: Inner Spirit

Monks train for years on end to perfect the ability to create, alter, and control their own innate spiritual energy and use it to do a myriad of amazing feats. Run on water, break stone with their bare hand, block a sharp sword with nothing more than a finger. Thalion has trained his body to, and likely beyond, perfection, allowing him to not only alter his own physical being but directly effect an enemies spirit as well.
Capable of wrapping his body in spirit energy, creating a powerful but temporary shielding effect.
Hardening his body makes him a great deal slower in terms of mobility but it is compensated by often being superior in absorbing damage.

Mastery over the spirit allows Thalion to extend a 'hand' to grasp the life essence found in living creatures. The weaker willed can be killed without ever having a finger laid upon their bodies. The strong can resist but will still suffer an incredible amount of pain until Thalions focus is ruined.
Despite the obvious power such a move might grant, it is not something that is used often or without good cause.

Other:

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Marcus Kiln

Marcus

Marcus "Dead-eye" Kiln

Age: 35

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Gender: Male

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Rank: Knight-Lieutenant / Watcher Hierarch

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Personality: Born and raised in the swamplands he is a quick judge of character and has a foul mouth. Disagree with his opinion you had best be ready to pay the consequences or have a strong and well thought out explanation to your own actions. Though he sticks to the rules of the Dawn Covenant almost to the letter there are times when his judgement must be called into question for some truly do not deserve the fates written for them. Prove your worth and you may earn your life, but betray your brothers and the only thing you will earn is the blinding flash of light that ends your existence for good.
Valorous is a word some have coined for his actions when it comes to his party, or traveling companions, who serve him with integrity and loyalty. His job is taken seriously, every peasant or king under his care is given the same respects.
Though that does not mean he is without a thirst for vengeance. Every death under his care fuels a need to send those fallen souls to heaven with a taste of it on their lips. Ten dead foes for one life lost is the price, and he never fails to pay.

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history:Born and raised a scholar, Marcus was quick to abandon his family and seek his fortunes in the wider world. Exploration yielded him little in terms of monetary value beyond access to the dawn covenants records of the swamplands that he called home. Years of wandering turned him to a solitary wanderer and found him with a mercenary company known as the 'Shining Silvers' so named for their ornamental silver weaponry.
Marcus earned his keep with his hunting skills and deadlier aim, often finding heavy targets right in the eye at astounding range with just a longbow. He was nearly 25 when the shining silvers found disaster in a long abandoned dwarven home. Not a fancy temple or a grand kingdom but a settlement with the most unusual of prizes. During some routine scouting he'd fallen into a cavern that housed dozens of houses, and a fair share of angry denizens. Luck found Marcus alone in one of the houses laying low in the form of a hidden cellar that had gone untouched for an unfathomable amount of time. Deep in the cellar was peculiar texts of rune augments and a strange weapon, its handle was was made of polished metal and curved at the handle, wrapped in unblemished leather despite the dust. The tomes explained it was capable of firing magic via runestones inserted into the weapon.
Almost a week after his ordeal, Marcus had escaped the cavern to find he had been left for dead by his mercenary crew.
They had proven to be a good trial run of his new weapon.
Each time you activated it, the weapon fired a concentrated beam of light that seared a hole through nearly anything in its path. So ended the Shining Silvers.
So began the tale of Dead-eye Marcus.
Not long after his ordeal with eradicating the mercenary company he began his new career as a member of the Dawn Covenant, forgoing the standard initiate phase by besting the trainers in single combat along with completing many other tasks in an alarmingly short time. His time as a knight was a short lived experience as the upper crust decided his skills at combat and tactics were being wasted serving others instead of others doing as he said but even that proved of no challenge to the capable fighter. His quiet recruitment by the watchers was not unexpected. Kidnapped in the middle of the night and dumped like refuse in front of yet more tasks to complete, Marcus rose above and beyond his station once more within the Dawn Covenants elusive Watchers. It only took him a few years to earn their trust and loyalty and was given 'the test'. Poisoned, sent on a nigh impossible task fated to fail, but snatched victory anyways, he was reborn as one of the elite members gifted with powers beyond his own. His was the path of revenants, information gathering had been his strongest asset and the gifts granted his ascension made him doubly so.
Though he is still a high ranking member of the Watchers he maintains his recently renewed service to the Dawn Covenants military operation as a promise to keep the order pure and free of outside dominance that might risk its foundations. Only those of high rank know for sure if Marcus Kiln is a Watcher or not. Others find out in the dead of night as he ends their life.
For the Order.

Five years after the war with Sar'Than had ended and Miras returned to a modicum of peace between the respective peoples, Marcus continues to serve faithfully under Evelyn Sunderland as her blade in the dark. As a middle-man between the growing power of the Dawn covenant and the now outlaw band of Watchers, Marcus is in a unique position to offer silent support from his superiors in the ever elusive shadow sect as well as steady advice should the need arrive.

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Magic: Marcus is possessed with the skill of the Revenant from his completion of the watchers test, allowing him to possess another creature and subject his will upon them. Those who fail to break free are forced to do as he tells them. He is also capable of turning to smoke and teleporting short distances and rendering himself invisible from sight thanks to the Watcher Revenant teaching. Though he will rarely use these skills in combat or otherwise.

Weapons:

Fury

Justice

Originally Marcus had owned a very old Dwarven artifact powered by an ancient magic core, allowing it to fire focused beams of pure magic at the click of a trigger. After the War had ended with Sar'than, the Dwarven artificer Glodin Stonequarry had created an entirely new appearance to the weapon and improved on the original design.
The long barreled weapon on his back was a gift paid and made by the deceased Theodore Doubleblade and powered by a an inferior, though still potent, arcane core similar to the one in Fury.

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Other: Possesses both a strong distrust and affection for Lady Tyr.

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ARGUS STARCRUSHER

My Hider

Age: 130

Gender: Male

Race: dwarf

Rank: Templar

Personality: Argus has changed. Since of the siege of the dwarf capital of Uldgorin. The once spontaneous and happy go lucky dwarf has become a serious and hardened king. Ruling from his new found hold. He rules fair but stern and has taken the dwarfs that decided that leaving their mountain homes was impossible. With these weak refugees, he made a new and stronghold named Karaz Kazan, where they now reside. However, because of this Argus has lost much of his freedom and because of this has become somewhat cold. But at his heart, he is still a kind and go lucky man.

History:

Argus was born in an old dwarven ruin. This was because his mother and father were one of the bravest explorers there where. And just as his Father and mother. Argus was just as much an Explorer as them. However, It would be some time before Argus would see the old ruins again. This was Mostly because his parents wanted him to have a normal upbringing. In the years that followed, Argus would learn everything about his race and culture. He also realized that he loved fighting. So most of the time you could find him practicing his skills with his hammers,axes,spears and morning stars. When he turned 117 it was his first time to go Explore the ruins of old. For months they traveled through caves and old dwarven cities. And then One day while Argus was doing some exploration of on his own. Argus found an ancient armory untouched for centuries. He found a beautiful hammer which was enchanted with powerful runes. He called his hammer star crusher in honor of his family name. He also found a small dagger which seemed to be crafted from strange metals. This dagger was Not enchanted. Overjoyed with pride he ran back to his parents to show the things he had discovered. But when he had reached the campsite. He was horrified to see the mutilated remains of his parents. This enraged Argus into a fury and for months he tried to track down the killer. He then finally found the murdered which seemed to be a cave troll. He killed the beast which such
Ferocity that after the battle was done nothing but pulp remained. Argus, they tried to find his way home which took him a year because the maps they had used were partially damaged. He then returned tired and broken. He did not feel at home anymore. The memories were still too fresh. So Argus sold the house in which he was raises bought some armor and set off to explore the world outside of the mountains. He did this to try to forget his parent's death. And to maybe make a discovery that would do his family honor. Needless to say, he did not come very Far. When he had come out of the mountains he saw a different world. His mind was somewhat at peace
Until he was knocked unconscious by a group of bandits. Rather than robbing him on the spot they used him as a slave to work for them. This went on for at least 13 years. Until one day when he was saved by the knights of the dawn covenant. He was
So thank full of this that he offered his services to the order. Before taking back his weapons and armor from the bandits. The order accepted this and soon after Argus was a Templar.

Weapons: Hammer of molten metal.

At first, this hammer was only able to melt anything it came into contact with becoming stronger with the emotion Argus used it with. However, after having had it for all these years it has become more powerful but also a lot more unpredictable. It can shoot fireballs at random hurting friend from foe. It also randomly unleashes flame burning all but argus around him. But since this is not controlled it can happen at any time. Because of this Argus only ever touches it when in battle. And has ordered a new weapon to be made for him.

Axe: A simple nonmagical Axe crafted from strong metal. It is simply a normal Axe that hasn't been enchanted with runes or magic. Argus does not wanna name this weapon since he has no real connection with it.

The dagger of woes: The dagger of woes is unbreakable. No one knows why and no one knows how but it simply is unbreakable. however due to its small size it is rather useless in a melee brawl. Still, this small weapon has saved Argus many times so he favors it greatly.
Magic:

. Pyromancy. The hammer is enchanted with fire runes.

Other: none

Post example:
An empty cave appears before you with the chirping of bats being heard in the background. The cave itself is huge. It's a perfect sphere form with some water in the middle. Only one entrance was visible. Then rumbling could be heard. Not of a monster or earthquake. No! This rumbling came from feet, dwarven feet. Into the cave they entered. Walking into a long line of people. They were everything but an army. As this group of dwarves was a combination of children normal citizens and warriors defending the entire lot. And at the front of the group walked Argus Star crusher. His face firm and resilient. As he looked at the cave he saw a new home. He turned around to his followers and screamed with all his might so that they could all hear him.

" Dwarves who followed me into the depths to start anew i present you your new home."

There was a moment of silence as the dwarves looked around. They had expected more than this. A voice could be heard out of the crowd.

" Is this what we followed you for ! To be lead into a damp cave with nothing in it! You promised us a home and yet this is what you grant us !" There was a mumble of agreement. Argus's eyes lit on fire as anger filled his voice.

" We do not find a home ! We make one ! We have lost so much and regained almost nothing. And now you want to leave the mountains like your other kin? To leave your home which we have lived in for centuries? I say nay to this ! For centuries we made Uldgorin great. And for centuries we survived in our last hold. But now out home is gone. And while i cannot find you a new home. I will make you one ! Dwarves of young and old. I ask you a simple question. Will we flee our ancient home? Or will we rebuild it into something magnificent! I say we should do like our ancestors did! And once again Strike! The! Earth !!

With this he made the hammer come crackling down flames igniting in a flaming blaze and for a moment the cave was lit alright as metals and minerals shone brightly in the light. Slowly but sure the dwarves started to cheer. Then the entire cave almost shook by the cheering of dwarven voices.

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Glodin Stonequarry

Name: Glodin Stonequarry

Age(20 and up): 80 (equivalent to human age of 30)

Gender: Male

Race: Dwarf

Rank: Watcher

Personality: Hard headed, gruff, straight to the point.

Bio:The Stonequarry family were esteemed blacksmiths, some say they were the best in the land before Torin, Glodin's eldest brother, became head of the clan. He took the clan in a more mercantile direction and made the clan pretty wealthy, at the loss of the pristine craft of their forefathers and the secret of runic smithing. Before Glodin's father's passing, he passed down the clan and house to Torin, but he passed down his hammer and journal to the very young Glodin.

Years later after the forge in his home was converted into an over sized stove/heater, Glodin stumbled upon his father's journal once again and decided to read it. Using his father's forge, tools, and notes his father left; he learned how to smith metal into weapons, armor, and jewelry. Without the guidance of his father or a mentor, his skill has only just reached a point above standard. Since his start at smithing he had been trying to regain the former reputation of the clan and it's skill in crafts. He had joined the Knights with the hope of making a name for himself and reviving the old ways of the Stonequarry family.

During the war against Sar'than, Glodin was right there along with High Commander Lady Evelyn Sunderland. He fought hard, lost friends, made new ones, fell in love, learned old smithing techniques in ancient ruins. But that was all nothing compared to the final battle. Sunderland and her group fought valiantly against Sar'than and his officers. Glodin himself slaying the beast known as Krovah, with the very hammer that was handed down to him and the same hammer that broke the beasts jaw in their first altercation.

After the war Glodin retired from fighting and returned home where he took over as head of the clan and returned honor to his family name. He rekindled his father's forge and got to work on making his weapon. As he was working on the finishing touches of his pickaxe, an old friend walked into the forge and gave him a proposal. Join The Overseers and be able to adventure again. It seemed just in time for the dwarf, as he had started to grow restless in his retirement.

Weapons(Primary, Secondary, Tertiary): Glodin's main weapon is his trusty Dwarven Thrower, its a war-hammer that returns to the owner after it is thrown. His secondary is his enchanted heavy pick, the centerpiece adorned with the malformed jaw of the demon Krovah, that he keeps on his back. The pick's enchantment allows it to melt through natural armor (Chitin, shells, exoskeletons) as if it was butter.

Other: Glodin is a very well trained blacksmith and has been practicing his trade for the past thirty-five years. Some say he is the best, and he even crafted High Commander Lady Evelyn Sunderland's sword. He also hand crafted and fitted a mythril prosthetic arm for his friend Karl, he charged him nothing but a drink every now and then.

Post Example: You already know my style boss!