[CHAR] For the Glory of The Empire

[SanaChan]

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Name: Miral Valtoris
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Rank: Noble
Species: Human
Appearance: Miral stands at about five foot nine without heels on and is of a rather slender build, though there are muscles in those slender arms. She has tanned skin from spending a good amount of time outside training with her cousin. She had a few scars on her arms and a couple of her thighs from her getting too cocky, and him reminding her of her place as far as fighting goes. She has long blonde hair and she keeps it in a wrap of sorts to keep it out of the way. She is of high breeding though so she has smooth skin, aside from her scars, and typically has on at least a little powder to try and reign in her tan. Her eyes are typically hazel, but they turn a fiery orange whenever she's casting magic.
Personality: Miral is a "take no crap" kind of gal. She knows what she wants, and she takes it. She is a fierce competitor that will never surrender in a fight or a challenge, even if she's losing- you're going to have to knock her out or completely obliterate her chances of victory before she'll stop. She's also more of an ask forgiveness, not permission person; she doesn't have time for you to decide if she's allowed to do it, but she can stand and listen to a lecture when she's finished if she wasn't supposed to. She's always been high-born, her parents pampering her and honing her magic skills so that she can stay in the high society, so she's got an inherent over developed sense of self-worth, but she also has a strong drive to improve herself and continue learning new magicks so that she can climb the ladder. She isn't satisfied with "enough" if there is more to be had. She's stubborn, willful, and passionate, though aside from her cousin, she hasn't learned how to have a sense of camaraderie with others.
History: Miral, as previously mentioned, was born with a silver spoon. From the moment she first showed her ability to use magic, she had the best tutors that the city had to offer. Her parents were pleased with where they were in society. They were high enough to be pratically nobles, but not high enough that they had to deal with the inner politics of the castle. For Miral, it was like listening to crazy people when they talked about where they were being "good enough." She quickly outgrew her tutors and began getting books from the university- the place where scholars honed and created new magicks for people to learn, a sort of high society of their own as people understood they were the reason for the city's advancement. She would study and study and hone her skills until she herself was worthy of competing for her own place in society.
Her parents couldn't argue with her determination, even if they hadn't wanted an elevated position. They had to move up with her as her skills outgrew their rank, but with this mission, she is proving herself an adult ready of being free from her parents watch, which will allow them to thankfully move back down in society. When they moved up in the world, they decided that Miral would need some sort of protection to watch her back against those who would play dirty to get ahead (Black magic and blood magic are forbidden taboos, but that doesn't mean people don't still try to use them), and so they hired someone they knew they could trust. They hired her cousin Ryfon. Ryfon had zero magical capabilities, but he was more than capable with just about any weapon. He and Miral would train together, and she became increasingly frustrated that while she excelled in magic beyond most adults capabilities, he would school her with his sword skills. So she decided she too would learn to use a weapon, though Ryfon insisted since his whole purpose was to protect her that she would use something that would allow her to keep some distance between her and her enemy.
With Ryfon's guidance and her own wild determination, she became rather proficient with a heavy ended pike. She discovered spells that could help back the weapon lighter in her hands and also some that could set the thing ablaze. She and Ryfon became quite close through their training so when Miral heard of this venture and that the lower class could accompany them, one for each noble, she signed Ryfon up with her, not really asking if she was allowed to as she would have no one else watching her back.
Extra: Her main spell set, though she knows a good deal more, is creating an area that burns anything that enters it, using fire as sort of a booster to move her forward (a launcher so to speak), her two main weapons spell, creating a hot air vortex that can essentially cook an opponent if they stay in it long enough, and if she can get her hand on someone/something, she can set it on fire from the inside (Not a spell she uses often, but she uses it more than others).

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Name: Ryfon Valtoris
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Rank: Servant/Guard
Species: Human
Appearance: Ryf, as he goes by for short, stands at exactly six foot out of armor. He typically has a tan when he's been training a lot, though he doesn't tan as easily as his cousin. He keeps his dirty blonde hair at about mid-length and short on the side. He almost always has a little bit of stubble, but his face hair grows slow so he just tends to trim it so he doesn't look like a child with it completely gone. He has an 'x' scar over his right eye, though he will never say how he got it. He is fairly muscular from training and just in general preferring to be in shape.
Personality: Ryfon is the definition of the silent type. Through his military training, the idea was beaten into his head that you only speak when spoken to. His family was not one of the ones willing to risk their reputations for a nonmagic child and so he was basically disowned at a young age, handed off to some other nonmagic relative, so he doesn't really form attachments with people easily. He keeps his head down, but stays alert always to what's around him, both physically with what people are doing, but also to what they're saying and he can sometimes even pick up on what people are feeling, just through observation. He plays on the fact that people treating him like he's invisible to serve a purpose. That being said, he is fiercely loyal to anyone he does form a connection to and would lay down his life to save someone he cares for. He's a little more upbeat and just a tad bit more talkative when he's in his cousin's company since she has allowed him to open up so much in their time together, but when there are other people around or it's a serious moment, his stern, stone cold expression returns.
History: Ryfon lived with his parents for about five years. At that point, his parents decided he would never use magic as he had shown no potential to thus far. They sent him with a servant to their family in the slums and never contacted him again. He was young and for the first year, he was terribly depressed even with everything his new family did to try and cheer him up. But in the slums, getting help from a healer, or even a merchant that sells poultices and potions is difficult and costly, so his family didn't last him long here either. He was eight when the last member of the family he'd been sent to died. He didn't tell anyone that he was alone once their bodies had been removed (all bodies of the poor are cremated to prevent the temptation of necromancy, the rich have warded graves and sarcophagi to keep that sort of stuff from happening), and spent two years lived through thievery and being a pickpocket.
Just as he was getting good at it, the guards in the slums caught him. Upon learning he had no family to send him to with a scolding, the guards decided to give him a better way of life- an option at being better than he had been. He didn't argue, he got food and a bed, why should he? They didn't push him hard while he was still considered a child, but they did push him, helped him get a leg up now so that as he got older, he could finish his training with ease. He spent his entire teenage life in those barracks, training day in and day out, occasionally going on patrols to get the idea of what to expect while out himself. However, he could not officially call himself a guard of the Empire until he was 20.
He spent five years as a guard, honing his skills further and become a weapon's master's apprentice once he'd shown skill and knowledge of all the different weapon types. However, just as he was about to take up the apprenticeship, his uncle came calling on him. He couldn't turn it down as much as he wanted to, you just didn't do that kind of thing. He answered the call and wanted to groan aloud when he was told he was guarding his cousin, who looked as snooty and uptight as they came. Just as things were finally going his way. But his cousin proved to be better than he expected. She was horrible at first, demanding him to do this and that, but he got her back when they trained. He was better at something than the mage, imagine that- and oh how it riled her. She made a demand that this time he was glad to follow through with. He came to enjoy his cousin's company as she did not treat him like some servant anymore- she finally respected him and his abilities in their own right, though she could never admit that in front of company without her reputation going to shambles. And he didn't want that for her because he couldn't deny she had worked hard to get to her place. He did not argue when she signed up for this life or death journey, gladly willing to go with her and make sure she made it back to keep showing those "stodgy old sages" that she was as strong as any mage in their crystal and steel tower.
Extra: He is ambidextrous in the sense he can wield a weapon in both hands, he can't really write much at all, much less with his left. He prefers a greatsword or a broadsword to any other weapon, though the greatsword allows for slightly faster swinging in a pinch.

[Burning Kitty]

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Name: Thomas

Age: not exactly known, appears around 35

Gender: Variable, male by birth

Rank: Peasant/Thief

Species: Metamorphic/Human

Appearance: Varies based on disguise being used. In his default form he is a slim male of below-average height, with pale skin, black eyes, & dark eyes. He has a lithe and graceful body with long, elegant hands.

Personality: Thomas is a cynical and jaded loner who spends the vast majority of his time by himself. He has no friends and prefers it that way, trusting no one with information on his private life. He treats new people with anything from curt mistrust to outright hostility. Due to his distant attitude, most who do not know him find him sinister in appearance and demeanor. Despite this and his profession as a career criminal, Thomas is not callous and is capable of feeling guilt for his actions.

Thomas could be considered a consummate professional. He is solely devoted to his profession, spending all his time and effort on larceny and honing his skills as a thief into an art. For Thomas, thievery is a form of freedom from the bonds of society and law. It is a central part of his identity; he steals because he's the best there is and he values his professional reputation. Thomas will often pass on jobs if they are too easy or do not involve proper thievery, while pursuing marks without commission if tempted with alluring challenge or reward. He views himself as a devoted thief and refuses to be something he perceives as lesser, be it an assassin or a grave robber. He finds needless death or collateral damage pragmatically abhorrent, viewing it as unprofessional and brings unneeded attention to his job.

Anytime he is not on a heist, he's planning the next one. What time Thomas uses for recreation he spends maintaining the clock tower he lives in as well as maintenance on his equipment. He also has both a personal and professional appreciation for fine art and craftsmanship. He is shown to collect rare and priceless items for his own personal collection, ranging from jewelry, paintings, or rare curios of unique historical significance.

History His parents died young, and he was thrown into the streets. Becoming a thief was inevitable, he possessed raw talent that meant he quickly excelled. He made sure to acquire in-depth knowledge of the Imperial City’s streets, rooftops, and shadows to get by. His very survival depended on stealing, while he was still young he learned to swiftly relieve people of their possessions while they went about their daily business, leaving many to believe they had accidentally misplaced their belongings. For years he honed his thievery skills to perfection, also learning to craft his own clothing, gear and weaponry. Around the time he was seventeen he discovered his abilities. He didn’t much care for it, but he knew it would be helpful so he trained at it like he trained to be a thief.

Eventually Thomas' met a Flask, a fence who was worth maintaining a relationship; over time the two became close professional friends, at least in Flask’s opinion. Flask eventually introduced Thomas to Gail. Thomas was impressed with Gail’s talent so took her on as an apprentice. For two years he began teaching her the skills he had acquired and they developed a working partnership. Gail’s first solo job she killed a servant that spotted her. This reckless action horrified Thomas, he ended their partnership immediately.

Extra: As a thief he uses tools to steal, he uses a wrench, pry bar, wire cutter, lock pick, razor, & a claw (grappling hook). He also carries a blackjack & compound bow with a variety of arrows (Blast, Blunt, Broad head, Choke, Fire, Rope, Saw tooth, & Water)

[Emu]

Elias Beauvallet

Name: Elias Beauvallet

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Rank: Noble

Species: Human

Appearance: Elias is of average build, although he's a bit short for his age. His light, fluffy brown hair extends a little past his ears and covers his eyes if he's not careful.He wears large, circular glasses and a dark green tunic crafted from fine cloth. An intricate pattern in gold has been sewn into it, and he ties a sash around the waist with his family crest on it.

Personality: Eli makes a stuffy, cold impression on most people, and as a result, he's never had many friends. He doesn't seem to mind, though; he's always muttering spells or flipping through tomes anyway and considers himself to be above the idle social activities that come with companionship. He's easily irritated, and has no qualms with snapping at someone if they annoy him. Although Eli is used to attending balls and festivities alongside his family of nobles, he prefers to skip the niceties and favors being blunt and often downright rude to others instead. At the very least, Eli treats himself with the same bluntness when he can't do something right.

History: The Beauvallets are an incredibly wealthy family of aristocrats, and have an infamous reputation for all the chaos they've caused to other nobility in trying to win the Grand Sage's favor. The Beauvallets also have a long history of flaunting their status and wealth, which has led to resentment from many people in the Empire that know of them. Elias was born to the patriarch of the Beauvallets, and his equally powerful wife. He had numerous older brothers, all taught in different fields of magic.

As one would expect, Elias lived a very cushy childhood. His father, a scholarly mage who once fought for the empire, began teaching him defensive magic when he was as young as seven, first teaching him basic runes, then simple spells, and then more complicated magic as the boy grew older. Soon Eli became obsessed with the art of magic- more than any of his older brothers, and was soon spending every night alone in his study, hunched over his desk with a quill and pen, or perhaps in the gardens, where he practiced spells with a frightening intensity.
His dream was that of every young noble in the Imperial Empire- Eli desired more than anything to rule by the Grand Mage's side someday.

Extra: He's way to confident in his own abilities, even if he is pretty skilled for his age.

[Satsuki]

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Name:Xiliphan Myio LaMontiya
Age:22
Gender:Female
Rank: Noble
Species: Lamonti---Human
Appearance: A mage set to inherit her house, physically fit, regal bearing and not one blemish on her prefect skin. Her hair has clearly been maintained by the most expensive products money can buy.
Personality: Odd, Obsessive yet flippant. She cares or she doesn't there is no in-between and no cause for a false tact. While there is a hint of arrogance, she conducts herself far more humble then her upbringing would portray.
History As the eldest child of the Lamontiya family she has been groomed from birth to be the highest class mage...Not that she wasn't also taught to act like a lady and politician those just didn't take. From the day they started her training with magic she took to it with an almost scary level of dedication. But as fate would have it, she would have a forte in magics of time and space, one of which she was strictly told not to use...So like any young child told not to. Her skill in the concept of time grew to a point that it drew the attention of the council whom sent a formal warning. Which in turn ended up costing the little girl her formal teaching in the arts seeing that it could damage the families reputation.
But this only made her more capable in the art of subterfuge as she would teleport about and steal any information about magic from any source she could find. By the time she was 16 she had one of the largest illegal libraries and broadest understandings of the magic concepts. Her family would eventually cave as the understood they couldn't stop her, so at the least they could act like they where aware of what she was doing. Luckily she now has two younger siblings that can do that political nonsense and she can focus on her studies.
As the years have progressed she has only gotten better at her rather unique brand of magic, while her roots where formal she has become more and more eccentric in her rather haphazard self taught style. Many of her spells have raised both an eyebrow and a finger as while they are more efficient they often come at the cost to her safety. One such left an audience stunned at a unintended duel of honor that grew from a conversation of theory...But when someone is "Prideful plebian playing powerful." You can understand why her opponent fought with an unusual fervor. But in the altercation she unveiled a spell that was not only instant and powerful, but seemed to have a luck dictating its result...This solidified her position as both a magus to both respect as well as be wary of.
Extra: Uses taboo time magic more often than she should for reasons that hardly call for it...Such as aging wine. The most common way she uses her skill can be found on page 1 of the ooc!T

[Lady Avalon]

Fietra

Name: Fietra Deltor

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Rank:High town

Species: Human

Ability: Faunionesis (mind control over animals- specifically mammals and birds)

Appearance Fietra is 5’4 and quite nimble. She is quick and because of her sword’s lightness, not the strongest. Her eyes are dark brown as is her hair which comes to her lower back but when practising, she usually keeps it in two braids. She is quite fair skinned and hardly tans, even though she spends a lot of time outdoors.

Personality: Fietra still holds a child’s naivety about the world, she is curious about everything. She has a carelessness about her as she always wants to know more and investigate more – to the point where she could put herself in danger.
Although, quite intelligent she lacks common sense due to her rarely being faced with the real world and its hardships. She trusts people easily but she is shy around new people. She also gets excited easily, especially when discovering something new.

History: Fietra lived a sheltered life in a small community of well to do, well-mannered families. It was a tight-knit community, where the mothers knew all of the affairs and had bake sales or book clubs. Every family thought their children were perfect angels. Of course, no child is.
After already devouring her home library; she hungered for more. She wanted to explore the places described on the page and live the lives of the heroes she had read about. Her first taste of a real life was when she discovered her ability - deep in the nearby woods. Great deer lived there and she stumbled upon a young buck grazing. When he noticed her presence, he wasn’t afraid and he spend a time observing her. When their eyes connected, she saw not out of her own eyes, but out of the eyes of the deer. When she wished to move, the deer moved. Animals had always trusted her and now she knew why.
Her second taste of a real life was when a traveling circus set up just outside of her community and taught interested children some of their skills. Fietra found that she had a talent for Sword dancing and fell in love with it.
It took all of her heart to not run away with them when they had to move on for she had become friends with the multitude of characters there and she didn’t want to abandon her new found love. As a leaving present, they gifted Fietra a Rapier which she accepted with tears. For years afterward, she practiced in the nearby woods for hours and hours.
After mastering Sword dancing and her ability, she discovered that she was ready to leave the place she had called home for so long. Her parents and siblings disapproved, “this is your home! You will never survive out there!” Once she heard of the journey with great dragons and hundreds of new knowledge waiting for her, she set her heart to it and no one could stop her.

Extra: Her strongest connections are with deer.

[Cherrywitch]

"Eir"

"Appearance"

Name: Eir (Pronounced "Air")
Age: 16, but appears younger. Never seems to age.
Gender: Female
Rank: Middle Class
Species: Human Mage
Powers: Ice/Snow, Healing
Appearance: Eir is a small girl of about 4'11", with long silvery white hair that ends just above her knees and pale skin. Her face is very childish, giving her the younger appearance, with soft baby cheeks, a button nose, and bright wandering aqua eyes. She has multiple scars and cuts and bruises all over her body, covered in bandages. She may wince if you touch them, but is highly protective of the patch over her eye. Eir wears very simple, breezy clothes and often goes without shoes, preferring the bandages around her feet to protect the pads. She's quite thin, almost to an unhealthy size, making her very light.
Personality: Eir is a very shy and quiet girl. She mostly minds her own business and is terrified of socializing, being awkward and unsure of how to interact with others properly. She is very attached to her animated stuffed rabbit, Roger, who has a life of his own... literally. Roger is the only one she can talk to without getting nervous, and so usually whispers to him so he can better project her thoughts. Eir is a sweetheart, but a mystery in herself. She is obedient, but very cold and flinches away from human touch. Even Ama, the woman who took her in, cannot seem to get the girl to so much as hug her.
History Eir's story, like her personality, is very foggy and unclear. From what Ama can retell, Eir's parents left her alone at a young age. Why or when is really unknown.
Eir was found by Ama, a 63-year old woman at the time. One night while searching through her trash and going out into the alley to toss it away, a spark of white caught her eye. Hidden in the darkness of the alleys, Ama found the little girl, shaking and cuddling a stuffed rabbit to her chest. She was pretty badly bruised and hurt, but that didn't seem to be anything that bothered her. Ama took her inside, allowing the shivering thing to rest away from the coldness.
In the morning after the girl slept, Ama awoke to see Eir sitting up straight on the bed she had borrowed, looking dazed. Ama asked her some questions, mostly pertaining to how she got there, but Eir couldn't answer. She didn't know who she was, where she came from, or even what her name was. She only knew that the little stuffed rabbit by her side was her bestest friend in the whole world. To Ama's surprise, it was the talking stuffed rabbit that gave a little more background, but not much. The rabbit stated that he had advised his friend to hide, for being in the city was most likely safer than spending time out in the wilderness near the crag. He said that Eir's parents were gone, her whole family. Eir mumbled something about a brother, but caught herself and refused to speak another word. The rabbit was silent as well.
"Well, you can't go around without a name!" Pondered Ama. Her pale skin, white hair and blue eyes reminded Ama of a little girl in one of her favorite children's books, and so decided that she should be named after the character: Eir. And for the rabbit? Eir would not stand to have her best friend be nameless. "Hmm. Roger! Roger the Rabbit!" They all seemed to agree on that one.
After a few months, Eir began to warm up to Ama. She worked at the apothecary alongside the alchemist, and soon became another face of the apothecary. Ama noticed her powers grow and grow, but with her powers Eir grew more wounded and it became harder to heal any bruises, leaving her constantly in bandages, especially on her left eye. Still, They became family, closer than that even. And for eight years, that's the way it has stayed.
Extra: There are two things you must never touch. Her eye bandage, and Roger. She is never separated from her stuffed rabbit. Like any other girl, she loves cute little animals and sweets, and it's one of the only few things she actually gets excited over.

Accepted on PM

[Venom]

Arc Warden

Name: Zyyxer
Age:4
Gender: Male
Rank: Noble (sortof)
Species: Humanoid
Appearance: While the armor is rarely removed, his skin is now a bright shade of blue, and his hair a eerie white glow. Markings and runes litter his skin as if he himself was a canvas.
Personality: Driven direct, and a bit impulsive. With his new life comes a otherworldly drive that often leads him into situations that require far more effort and risk. While it is not apparent his memories are not his own, and thus leads him to doubt his own opinion...Meaning he spends far more time empathizing than he should. If it seems wrong to him, he is likely to act, while normally with words every now and again he has been known to tantrum leaving a mess that takes him time to clean up. "I regret nothing."
History Spent the first 30 years of his life acting as a servant too the storm, an order that serves the council in matters of nature and its sometimes vengeful nature. In short when large spells are used by those who can not control them the instability in the area must be dealt with by those with talents in returning it. Zyyxer spent more time doing this than most, often treading into territories that would make a necromancer consider a new career choice.
By now you figured out the storm portion of this is a metaphor and has nothing to do with the lightning that clearly seems to be this characters forte...When one thinks of dealing with nature and returning things, most would think of a cleanup, Zyyxer would use focused lightning to literally blow away the area, allowing nature too once again retake the area. Why mention this? In one such area he was caught in a feedback loop and his body became a permanent conduit thanks to the orders preemptive measures, not that it was their design. But Zyyxer was not about to look a gift horse in the metaphorical mouth!
But side-effects included a return to his more youthful nature, and a searing away of most of the original persona. Infact even this name is not his original, as the order saw fit to rename the amnesia cursed being. As it has been four years since, he has been brought up to speed of his duties as well as given a suit to help channel and contain his power along with any energies that would run rampant around him.
Abilities: His armor acts as a focus allowing him to use magic with or without his trident. Mostly his skill set is now all with a nice lightning theme, for example instead of a blink, he surges forward as an arc of electricity. Bigger spells are massive lightning strikes and electrical constructs (Think a prison of electricity...don't question the physics just think Magic!)
Extra: Without his suit, his magic is unstable. Not to mention he is extremely uncomfortable, feeling
both exposed and constantly worried about what damage he could possibly do. In addition, while he is educated from his former life, he is still new to this world and at times finds himself shocked by things other consider common knowledge. (Such as that one time that he killed thousands of fish. He was aiming at one...)

[PM]

Circe Blake

Name: Circe Blake

Age: 19

Gender: female

Rank: Peasant/thief

Species: human

Appearance: Circe is a short girl, standing only 5'3, with a slim figure and large, dark eyes. Her hair, which is often dirty and windblown, is a deep brown, falling in thick waves that she often tucks into the collar of whatever she's wearing, to keep it out of the way. She dawns an old, dirty leather coat, with several layers hidden underneath, covering . Her feet are often wrapped in multiple pairs of socks or stockings, stuffed into a pair of worn, leather boots, haphazardly tied with mismatching shoelaces.

Personality: Circe is a vibrant and energetic girl, filled to the brim with confidence and pride, despite being born a peasant with only a weak ability to use magic. As far as she'd concerned herself, the world was her oyster, powers or not, money or not. Even if she struggled sometimes, Circe likes to find the peace in all things, and tries her best not to worry beyond filling her belly with food and staying dry at night. Despite her laid back and easy going nature, she keeps most people at a distance, and isn't the most responsive to strangers, especially pushy ones. She's more of a dodge and run kind of gal though, and will more often avoid conflict than run directly into it. If she has to though, she'll brandish an old pipe she picked up some time ago, and fight tooth and nail if she has to to survive.

History Circe was born and breed a peasant, raised deep in the slums of the empire, where many of the occupants were either murderers or magicless, the latter falling further down the poverty line than anyone else. That is exactly where Circe's parents fell, both being born to moderately wealthy families, but without magic, and were cast out for being 'useless'. They found solace in shared experiences, and settled down happily, despite their loss of wealth. Circe was born not long after, a miracle in the eyes of both parents, and quickly became the center of their world. They both worked hard to live, and were happy with their little family and simple life.

They discovered upon Circe's 4th birthday that she had some trace abilities-- she could mimic very odd sounds, which normal children shouldn't have made, and seemed to hear and smell much better than either of her parents. Her mother often compared her to a young pup, and joked sometimes about getting her a dog for one of her birthdays, but they never did because it was simply too expensive to have another mouth to feed. Ironically, Circe ended up dragging home a stray a few years later, and convinced her parents to keep him. She named the dog Duke, and they were insuperable after. Circe would bring him everywhere with her, and learned to rely on the animal as a partner. They got into trouble a lot together while she grew up, thanks to how curious Circe turned out to be. A sponge for knowledge, her father called it. Every book in the house had been scanned through, and all the recipe books memorized; her appetite for learning was starved at times though, due to their class standing. During those times, Circe would wander out of town for weeks, sometimes longer. She always parted with her parents properly before leaving, so that they wouldn't worry too much, and would leave with just a small pack and Duke, and every time, she came back safe and sound, albeit a bit dirtier than before.

After her 16th birthday, Circe decided that she would move out of her parents home and life on her own ability, intending to manage anyway possible. She ended up signing up for the Empire's journey by chance, after hearing someone in a bar mention it, and the reward of nobility should a peasant help complete it. She didn't care too much for the advance in class, but would accept it, so long as the journey turned out to be a real adventure-- that was her true goal for signing up for such a dangerous venture. She was confident in her and Dukes' abilities though, and didn't hesitate to chase an impulse.

Extra: Circe's magical prowess currently consists of mimicking voices and sounds, enhanced sense of smell and hearing, as well as the ability to talk to birds. Other than those few simple charms, she's armed only with her wit and ingenuity, which for her, has worked out quite well.

Duke

[Scrivenshafts]

Spade

Name: Spade
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Rank: Noble
Species: Human

Ability: Card Casting/Combat Divination.

Appearance: Spade is 6’ tall. He is thin with a shaggy mop of blonde hair. His icy blue eyes are constantly vigilant and analyzing. Spade normally wears a jacket with a white shirt underneath.
Whenever he is idle or a task doesn’t require his hands he is constantly shuffling a tattered deck of red tarot cards.

Personality: Spade is a passionate, loving individual. He is confident in his skin and isn’t intimidated easily. However all of this is a facade hiding a deep sorrow. It can be seen in his eyes sometimes or in the way his smile falters. His sadness comes from the death of his younger sister and the blame he puts on himself. Because of this he is quick to help or protect someone that reminds him of his sister. Spade has an urgency to his life. A live life in the moment mentality because he knows his days are numbered. He knows how he will die. The Death Tarot Card. When he draws it, while casting, his life force will be reclaimed by the Fates. Each time he draws he knows it could be his last breath. This has given him nerves of steel, usually. Or at least the presence to not let it show.
Spade has a dark sense of humor that was bred from his early life. He is quite sarcastic though caring when it is needed or earned.

History: His name was Amor Quinn. His early years were that of nobility. That is until the family realized he didn’t have the necessary ability to be worth anything. At the age of eight he was cast out into the grimy alleys. He raised himself from then on surviving on stolen food, pilfered coin, and quick wits. When he was 15 he touched his first Tarot card and once again his life was changed. While he has a Tarot Deck in his hand he can cast, while without it he can’t even make the faintest spark. He gained his deck from some strange women he ran into on one of his excursions into the woods. He assumes they were the Fates. At this point he changed his name from Amor Quinn to Spade. Upon discovering his talents his family reopened their arms to him as if nothing had happened. This left a sour taste in his mouth that added to his anger from being kicked out. But he wasn’t an idiot and accepted his place back into the society of the easy life. Spade kept a cool demeanor around the elite but was thankful he didn’t have to pilfer to live. Despite this rebound of rank Spade found himself in the slums more often than not. Back in his old clothes, back to his small shack, back to the people that loved because they cared not because of political intrigue. He despises the aristocrat mentality and is sure that is why much of The Empire struggles. Eventually Spade is convinced the Nobles won’t have anything beneath them to hold them up. Then the table would be evened again. This pleasantry is what holds his anger at bay and allows him to coast through the Nobility and thrive in their shadow with the common folk.
His sister’s death affects Spade more than he will ever acknowledge. When he was six and she was three they were running through the halls in their family’s establishment. His sister, Isobel, lost her footing and careened down a steep flight of stone steps. Spade missed her arm by inches and instead of saving her had the image of her falling down the stairs burned into his memory. He knew if he had had magic he could have saved her. But he didn’t. Now that he does he tries his best to save others to make up for Isobel’s lost life. Many times pushing himself past his own physical limits to ensure that someone else was safe.

Extra: Spade is proficient with some weapons from his time on the streets. As well as the times his Deck thinks he needs a melee weapon. His favorite physical weapons are daggers. His favorite magic ones are pole arms and rapiers.