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Cassandra Lanik | 21 | Northern
Appearance: Cassandra stands at average height for a young woman and has lean figure. She walks tall with her shoulders back and chin up, but her gaze tends to wander away when speaking to others. She has a long face dotted with small freckles and thin lips. Her eyes are a dull blue in color, but round and alert. Thick eyebrows sit above her gaze and their dark brown color matches her long hair. She's overall rather plain in appearance and rarely smiles. As for clothes, she likes to dress plainly but practically. Skirts and dresses are fine, but it's not uncommon to catch her in trousers as well.
Personality: Despite her seemingly rebellious nature, Cassandra puts the needs of the village before her own. While quiet, she's not afraid of conflict. No one would describe her as friendly or warm due to this, but when she isn't confrontational, she's polite and respectful. She's ambitious but humble in her work and has grown to be mostly independent within the village, but of course trusts and depends on the society around her. Cassandra is observant and patient in dealing with others and--on the flip side--her reserved nature can make her difficult to read.
Skills:
Fears:
Likes:
Equipment:
Biography: Her parents are prominent within the village: her father is the most innovative in advancing the quality of farming, but it is a slow process and one her siblings will likely take over because she lacks interest. Cassandra finds it more practical to rely on hunting and gathering and has grown with the technology suitable for it emerging to practice it. Ever since she could hold a bow, she has been practicing with it and it shows. As she grew, her mother had been encouraging and her father tolerant of it.
As a young teenager, she began an apprenticeship under the bowmaker. It was difficult for her at first and she learned slowly, but it furthered her knowledge about archery and hunting. Now that she's an adult, she still lives with her parents but is growing independent through her craft and trading the food she catches.
Personality: Despite her seemingly rebellious nature, Cassandra puts the needs of the village before her own. While quiet, she's not afraid of conflict. No one would describe her as friendly or warm due to this, but when she isn't confrontational, she's polite and respectful. She's ambitious but humble in her work and has grown to be mostly independent within the village, but of course trusts and depends on the society around her. Cassandra is observant and patient in dealing with others and--on the flip side--her reserved nature can make her difficult to read.
Skills:
- Tracking. Cassandra can follow an animal's trail well and has a light foot that allows her to get close as well.
- Archery. She had always been interested in it. Her mother was more encouraging than her father, but she was never strictly discouraged and has grown to be a fine shot. She is best with longbows.
- Bow & arrow crafting. She is good, but she is not the best. She is learning under a master in the village.
- Trap making. A more recent and less developed skill. Shooting a bow is fine and good, but she's grown to appreciate simpler ways to catch food.
- Archery. She had always been interested in it. Her mother was more encouraging than her father, but she was never strictly discouraged and has grown to be a fine shot. She is best with longbows.
- Bow & arrow crafting. She is good, but she is not the best. She is learning under a master in the village.
- Trap making. A more recent and less developed skill. Shooting a bow is fine and good, but she's grown to appreciate simpler ways to catch food.
Fears:
- The "other." Attributed partly to the way she was raised in a secluded village, Cassandra is weary of strangers.
- Marriage. She would like to marry, of course, but the prospect of actually being married scares her and she tends to be closed off to romance because of it.
- Marriage. She would like to marry, of course, but the prospect of actually being married scares her and she tends to be closed off to romance because of it.
Likes:
- Archery & Hunting, of course.
- Warm, sunny weather.
- Her family and the village
- Warm, sunny weather.
- Her family and the village
Equipment:
- A couple bows & arrows.
- Knives, some for bow and arrow making and some for hunting.
- Rocks. She prefers to trade for arrowheads from the blacksmith, but she's not against making her own if she finds the right sort of material.
- Knives, some for bow and arrow making and some for hunting.
- Rocks. She prefers to trade for arrowheads from the blacksmith, but she's not against making her own if she finds the right sort of material.
Biography: Her parents are prominent within the village: her father is the most innovative in advancing the quality of farming, but it is a slow process and one her siblings will likely take over because she lacks interest. Cassandra finds it more practical to rely on hunting and gathering and has grown with the technology suitable for it emerging to practice it. Ever since she could hold a bow, she has been practicing with it and it shows. As she grew, her mother had been encouraging and her father tolerant of it.
As a young teenager, she began an apprenticeship under the bowmaker. It was difficult for her at first and she learned slowly, but it furthered her knowledge about archery and hunting. Now that she's an adult, she still lives with her parents but is growing independent through her craft and trading the food she catches.
Appearance:
Stands at 4'11 | Hazel eyes | Sandy brown hair that tends to fall in his eyes
Name:
Cardlin Iorun
Kin:
North
Magic:
Lightning: It is strongest during storms when he can draw the energy in the storm but when no storm is present the magic is weak. In this situation he must draw it from himself, which takes a bit of time and it leaves him feeling weak afterwards.
Age:
Eighteen
Personality:
Cardlin is normally described as a kind and caring individual. He tends to put others needs before his own and won't hesitate to help someone if he feels they are in need of assistance. Cardlin has a stubborn streak and will not budge if he sets his mind to something. He's not one to anger easily but once he is watch out because he can have quite the temper and is not afraid to give you a piece of his mind. Another trait of Cardlin's is that he has a bad habit of bottling up his problems so the people around him will not worry. Even if he is having the worst day imaginable he will still put on a smile and say everything is fine.
Skills:
What he lacks for in physical strength, he makes up for it in agility and flexibility. Cardlin is quite nimble and quick on his feet. People are taken aback sometimes at just how nimble he is, especially after they see him climbing with ease and back and front flipping over things. The modern word for this is Parkour/Free-Running. He is also able to run far distances without becoming short of breath. He prefers a bow over a sword and is fairly adept at shooting. He also has a keen ear that is useful when tracking or hunting.
Fears:
~ Being a burden to those he cares for
~ Not being able to protect those he cares for
Likes:
~ Watching the sun rise from the trees
~ Swimming
~ Helping out
Equipment:
~ Long-bow with a quiver of arrows
~ Flint for making fires
~ Rope, never know when it would be needed
Biography:
Cardlin's father works as a Carpenter for the village, carving woodwork that is used when building houses and such. His expectation is for his son to take over after he is gone but that isn't exactly in line with what Cardlin wants for himself. While he wants to make his father proud, sitting in a stuffy wood surrounded by wood shavings that made him sneeze just doesn't appeal to him. He prefers to be out in the forest where he can run and climb. Sitting still made him too restless, he only felt at home within the forest. His younger brother shows more interest in the family business and Cardlin would be perfectly happy letting his brother take over when he was old enough.
Inertia Pretty Lackadaisical
Member
Seen
1 yr ago
Name:
Ander Kiefermann
Kin:
Unknown
Magic:
Speed
Age:
23
Appearance:
Ander is of above average height, with his androgynous appearance being the most striking thing about him, with many mistaking him as a female. The next being his striking glare being the next almost seeming as if he's looking right through you. He has a perpetual mischievous aura about him, with his expression following suit. His attire usually consists of darkish blue with golden embroidery, and when travelling he wears a long, tattered cloak.
Personality:
Ander is a mystery, of sorts. His demeanor is often playful, and sarcastic, usually at the expense of the person conversing with him. With his countenance never seeming to break from mischievous smirk or eerie blankness. He takes some pride on being a good judge of character, being able to read body language and their gestures to a fair degree- though he has been wrong on occasion, making him a bit more hardheaded in changing his mind once it's been made up.
Skills:
Swordsmanship - He has a natural aptitude for the way of the word, being self taught in his travels. He had developed a strange style, centered around the use of his speed his strikes look almost as if he was dancing.
Silver tongue - Preferring to use words over force, he can talk his way out of a situation a majority of the time- usually being able to come out unscathed or with an acquaintance.
Fleet of foot - Alongside his notable nimbleness, he can traverse lands easily.
Silver tongue - Preferring to use words over force, he can talk his way out of a situation a majority of the time- usually being able to come out unscathed or with an acquaintance.
Fleet of foot - Alongside his notable nimbleness, he can traverse lands easily.
Fears:
Incompetence - He fears that his own shortcomings and broods on them quite alot, even if it doesn't seem like it.
Being tied down - Someone taking away his freedom to move and meander about is a strong fear of his, despite having the skills to prevent anyone from doing so.
Unable to find his 'purpose' - He really doesn't remember his past, so his motivations are skewed, was he a good person or bad, why did he love travelling, and many more brew up in his minds during his travels.
Being tied down - Someone taking away his freedom to move and meander about is a strong fear of his, despite having the skills to prevent anyone from doing so.
Unable to find his 'purpose' - He really doesn't remember his past, so his motivations are skewed, was he a good person or bad, why did he love travelling, and many more brew up in his minds during his travels.
Likes:
- Wandering without a purpose.
- Taking in the scenery and environment to it's fullest, so to a certain extent- silence.
- Pleasant conversation.
- Playing/practicing with his wind flute
- Taking in the scenery and environment to it's fullest, so to a certain extent- silence.
- Pleasant conversation.
- Playing/practicing with his wind flute
Equiptment:
- A longsword, engraved with a wolfs-head, embroidered with golden string. The scabbard is similar in design.
- Windflute
- Windflute
Biography:
It is hard to pinpoint and infer where Ander came from, even he himself has trouble doing so due to his memories being hazy and almost blank during the first few years of his life. All he can remember is that he has always been travelling with a sword on his hip. To feed himself he had learnt the very basics of hunting, fishing and gathering. Otherwise he is somewhat of a traveler and helps individuals out for little to no reward- usually the small reward being used for his provisions to travel. He honestly does not have much purpose or meaning to his travels (despite very much liking it), setting out to 'find' it.
His swordsmanship was honed throughout the years of travel as he had a natural aptitude for it- it also helped that he sometimes met unsavory bandits or individuals. He either learned from the few individuals whom had mastered the sword, or practiced his peculiar style by himself. Now he had built a reputation of himself as the 'Azure Wanderer' or in other places as the 'Golden-Eyed Trickster.'
His swordsmanship was honed throughout the years of travel as he had a natural aptitude for it- it also helped that he sometimes met unsavory bandits or individuals. He either learned from the few individuals whom had mastered the sword, or practiced his peculiar style by himself. Now he had built a reputation of himself as the 'Azure Wanderer' or in other places as the 'Golden-Eyed Trickster.'
Other:
Name: Kiyanna Tharssan
Kin: Southern.
Magic: It's not really a magic, but Kiyanna is able to tap into a great rage in times of great stress. When Kiyanna rages, her combat ability increases dramatically, though this only lasts a short while and leaves her exhausted.
Age: 24
Appearance: Kiyanna stands at a surprising five feet and five inches. Kiyanna's raven hair is kept cut short and neatly combed. This is typically not seen done by a woman, but her training as a soldier has alienated her from the trials and tribulations of beauty. Kiyanna's skin is surprisingly pale, though she attributes this to proper use of her shield. Kiyanna's body is fairly muscular, though not excessively so. She still holds an overall feminine shape, but it is obvious that she is a soldier from a glance. Kiyanna is usually found wearing her armor, more than anything. She claims that the gear feels better to her than any normal clothing ever has. Kiyanna's armor consists of a metal spartan-type helmet along with a cuirass and greaves. Beneath these greaves Kiyanna wears a pair of tough leather boots, along with a white tunic, skirt and undergarments. A firm belt keeps everything in place around her waist.
Personality: Kiyanna is quite serious, having been put through tough training. She rarely makes jokes, and frequently doesn’t understand when a joke is being made. Kiyanna is quick to take action on things, and frequently does things herself when she needs them done. Kiyanna’s social skills are fairly mundane, and she frequently doesn’t contribute much to a conversation. Kiyanna holds high expectations for the people she asks favors of, as was done to her. Kiyanna was expected to excel, and she expects others to do the same.
Skills: Hoplite training. (Sword, spear, and shield uses.) Javelin throwing. Formation fighting.
Fears: Dishonor. Theft of her armor or belongings. Betrayal.
Likes: Strategy, training, maintaining her weapons and armor.
Equipment: Cuirass, greaves, helmet. (All described in appearance) Large round shield (metal backed by hickory.) Spear, short sword, six javelins.
Biography: Kiyanna was never meant to be born. Her father, himself a soldier, wanted a son to train and to take up his heirlooms. Outcast by her father and with no mother to provide guidance, Kiyanna swore that she would throw her fathers arrogance in her face. She began to train herself however she could. Most of this training was done near a river around their home using large stones she pulled from the mud as weights. At random, a soldier came to the river to bathe himself and discovered Kiyanna. He admired her courage, and gave her training in the techniques that he had been taught. This soldier was one of only three guards that the town had to keep it safe. When reports of a band of bandits reached the town, the guards mobilized towards where they were last seen in order to join a small militia that had formed to stop them. This was a fatal mistake.
A few nights later, a group of four bandits set upon the town, having broken off from the main group. They set homes ablaze and pillaged as they pleased, since all were defenseless before them. Kiyanna knew that she had to do something. Stealing into her fathers treasury, she donned the armor that he had stored there and took up his old weapons. She chased after the bandits, eager to prove herself worthy. She found one of the bandits attempting to kick in the door to what the town knew as the nursery. Dropping her spear, Kiyanna pulled a javelin from the brace at her waist and hurled it. The javelin found it's mark in the bandits shoulder, and Kiyanna quickly followed up with a powerful thrust from her spear into the bandit's lower back. Pulling the javelin free from the bandit's shoulder Kiyanna turned to search for the rest. Kiyanna saw her home in flames, and was horrified at the revelation before her. The other bandits had seen her leaving from her home wearing her fathers armor, and must have assumed it was an armory. Finding nothing inside but her aging father, they had set it aflame. Kiyanna felt tears well to her eyes and a deep scream resonated from her mouth. She felt a rage like nothing before flood her veins, and charged the stunned bandits. She impaled one on her spear, catching his ribcage and shattering it. With the spear caught in the wound, Kiyanna dropped it and slammed the edge of her shield into another bandits face. This shattered his skull, slaying him. Drawing her sword, Kiyanna brought it to bear against the last bandit and cut his arm clean off. He fled into the night, and Kiyanna fell to her knees, exhausted.
After a few moments, she passed out. By the time she woke, it was day. Her home was nothing but ash, and she had no future here. Taking a small pack of supplied, Kiyanna began to roam as a mercenary. Her travels eventually brought her north to the village of Norn. She was treated with suspicion at best, but she knew that work could be found there.
((I've had a chat with L. Runic already, they accepted this.))
Kin: Southern.
Magic: It's not really a magic, but Kiyanna is able to tap into a great rage in times of great stress. When Kiyanna rages, her combat ability increases dramatically, though this only lasts a short while and leaves her exhausted.
Age: 24
Appearance: Kiyanna stands at a surprising five feet and five inches. Kiyanna's raven hair is kept cut short and neatly combed. This is typically not seen done by a woman, but her training as a soldier has alienated her from the trials and tribulations of beauty. Kiyanna's skin is surprisingly pale, though she attributes this to proper use of her shield. Kiyanna's body is fairly muscular, though not excessively so. She still holds an overall feminine shape, but it is obvious that she is a soldier from a glance. Kiyanna is usually found wearing her armor, more than anything. She claims that the gear feels better to her than any normal clothing ever has. Kiyanna's armor consists of a metal spartan-type helmet along with a cuirass and greaves. Beneath these greaves Kiyanna wears a pair of tough leather boots, along with a white tunic, skirt and undergarments. A firm belt keeps everything in place around her waist.
Personality: Kiyanna is quite serious, having been put through tough training. She rarely makes jokes, and frequently doesn’t understand when a joke is being made. Kiyanna is quick to take action on things, and frequently does things herself when she needs them done. Kiyanna’s social skills are fairly mundane, and she frequently doesn’t contribute much to a conversation. Kiyanna holds high expectations for the people she asks favors of, as was done to her. Kiyanna was expected to excel, and she expects others to do the same.
Skills: Hoplite training. (Sword, spear, and shield uses.) Javelin throwing. Formation fighting.
Fears: Dishonor. Theft of her armor or belongings. Betrayal.
Likes: Strategy, training, maintaining her weapons and armor.
Equipment: Cuirass, greaves, helmet. (All described in appearance) Large round shield (metal backed by hickory.) Spear, short sword, six javelins.
Biography: Kiyanna was never meant to be born. Her father, himself a soldier, wanted a son to train and to take up his heirlooms. Outcast by her father and with no mother to provide guidance, Kiyanna swore that she would throw her fathers arrogance in her face. She began to train herself however she could. Most of this training was done near a river around their home using large stones she pulled from the mud as weights. At random, a soldier came to the river to bathe himself and discovered Kiyanna. He admired her courage, and gave her training in the techniques that he had been taught. This soldier was one of only three guards that the town had to keep it safe. When reports of a band of bandits reached the town, the guards mobilized towards where they were last seen in order to join a small militia that had formed to stop them. This was a fatal mistake.
A few nights later, a group of four bandits set upon the town, having broken off from the main group. They set homes ablaze and pillaged as they pleased, since all were defenseless before them. Kiyanna knew that she had to do something. Stealing into her fathers treasury, she donned the armor that he had stored there and took up his old weapons. She chased after the bandits, eager to prove herself worthy. She found one of the bandits attempting to kick in the door to what the town knew as the nursery. Dropping her spear, Kiyanna pulled a javelin from the brace at her waist and hurled it. The javelin found it's mark in the bandits shoulder, and Kiyanna quickly followed up with a powerful thrust from her spear into the bandit's lower back. Pulling the javelin free from the bandit's shoulder Kiyanna turned to search for the rest. Kiyanna saw her home in flames, and was horrified at the revelation before her. The other bandits had seen her leaving from her home wearing her fathers armor, and must have assumed it was an armory. Finding nothing inside but her aging father, they had set it aflame. Kiyanna felt tears well to her eyes and a deep scream resonated from her mouth. She felt a rage like nothing before flood her veins, and charged the stunned bandits. She impaled one on her spear, catching his ribcage and shattering it. With the spear caught in the wound, Kiyanna dropped it and slammed the edge of her shield into another bandits face. This shattered his skull, slaying him. Drawing her sword, Kiyanna brought it to bear against the last bandit and cut his arm clean off. He fled into the night, and Kiyanna fell to her knees, exhausted.
After a few moments, she passed out. By the time she woke, it was day. Her home was nothing but ash, and she had no future here. Taking a small pack of supplied, Kiyanna began to roam as a mercenary. Her travels eventually brought her north to the village of Norn. She was treated with suspicion at best, but she knew that work could be found there.
((I've had a chat with L. Runic already, they accepted this.))
dabombjk OneWhoYouDoNotKnow
Member
Seen
1 yr ago
Kin: South
Magic: N/A
Age: 22
Appearance:
6'2
170 lbs
Caucasian, Tan Skin
Brown Eyes
Starting apparel:
Simple light brown cloth tunic with black cloth pants. A belt with a pouch attached to it.
Personality: Kyle is very excitable, easy to interest, and overall a happy and gentle soul. He is slightly confusing, not afraid to nearly harm someone with a prank but would feel bad over swatting a fly to say the least. While Kyle enjoys joking and laughing and lazing about, fighting is against his nature. He grew up with a large experience of hand to hand foghting, but will not fight unless it is his last resort. He would rather receive multiple injuries than have to raise his fists.
Skills: Hand to hand combat, sneaking, has an eye that can notice the little details that make things click
Fears: The process of dying, having to kill or seriously hurt someone or something, someone who can read his body language when he does not want someone to, basically someone who can tell when he is lying. Sharp things that are moving in his general direction, blunt things moving fast in his general direction, poison, heavy things that are being dropped or thrown in his general direction, light things that are moving very fast in his general direction
Likes: Hot and spicy food, reading, pranking, being lazy, taking naps
Equiptment: Hand wrappings, a pouch of small wires and tools, a small pouch of animal jerky or animal jerky equivalent (I am sure even in this village animal jerky is a thing unless im wrong. Ive been stationed in third world countries ravaged by war and they make jerky from animals).
Biography: To say Kyle was unlucky was an enormous understatement. To start from the beginning, his mother died from complications from giving birth, which made his father hate him. While his older brother tried to stop him, his father ended up giving Kyle to his grandfather to raise then proceeded to dissapear with Kyle's older brother. From there Kyle would grow up under the strict rule of his grandfather, under harsh training, early curfew, and a multitude of chores. Although while most would grow up to be angry or violent because of this, Kyle chose to be a rather happy laid back fellow. While his grandfather was harsh with his words and strict with his rules, Kyle preferred to smile his way through the day, and to to nap whenever he could. Kyle was gifted at fighting, but he hated to raise his fists in anything other than training. This would become public knowledge in the small city he was raised in, and he was harshly teased for it. Others did not understand him, why he hated fighting and why he hated working. Why at every chance he would get he would sneak away to some random location and just lay outside, looking at the sky until he fell asleep.
At age 18 his grandfather died of old age, leaving Kyle his home and all his possessions. Kyle tried to take up his Grandfathers profession, being a city guard, but he quit that not long after starting. Again, too much work, too much effort, too much harshness. Instead he started his own little job, he was a repairmen of sorts. He had a knack for spotting the details in things, and being able to put things back together.
Magic: N/A
Age: 22
Appearance:
6'2
170 lbs
Caucasian, Tan Skin
Brown Eyes
Starting apparel:
Simple light brown cloth tunic with black cloth pants. A belt with a pouch attached to it.
Personality: Kyle is very excitable, easy to interest, and overall a happy and gentle soul. He is slightly confusing, not afraid to nearly harm someone with a prank but would feel bad over swatting a fly to say the least. While Kyle enjoys joking and laughing and lazing about, fighting is against his nature. He grew up with a large experience of hand to hand foghting, but will not fight unless it is his last resort. He would rather receive multiple injuries than have to raise his fists.
Skills: Hand to hand combat, sneaking, has an eye that can notice the little details that make things click
Fears: The process of dying, having to kill or seriously hurt someone or something, someone who can read his body language when he does not want someone to, basically someone who can tell when he is lying. Sharp things that are moving in his general direction, blunt things moving fast in his general direction, poison, heavy things that are being dropped or thrown in his general direction, light things that are moving very fast in his general direction
Likes: Hot and spicy food, reading, pranking, being lazy, taking naps
Equiptment: Hand wrappings, a pouch of small wires and tools, a small pouch of animal jerky or animal jerky equivalent (I am sure even in this village animal jerky is a thing unless im wrong. Ive been stationed in third world countries ravaged by war and they make jerky from animals).
Biography: To say Kyle was unlucky was an enormous understatement. To start from the beginning, his mother died from complications from giving birth, which made his father hate him. While his older brother tried to stop him, his father ended up giving Kyle to his grandfather to raise then proceeded to dissapear with Kyle's older brother. From there Kyle would grow up under the strict rule of his grandfather, under harsh training, early curfew, and a multitude of chores. Although while most would grow up to be angry or violent because of this, Kyle chose to be a rather happy laid back fellow. While his grandfather was harsh with his words and strict with his rules, Kyle preferred to smile his way through the day, and to to nap whenever he could. Kyle was gifted at fighting, but he hated to raise his fists in anything other than training. This would become public knowledge in the small city he was raised in, and he was harshly teased for it. Others did not understand him, why he hated fighting and why he hated working. Why at every chance he would get he would sneak away to some random location and just lay outside, looking at the sky until he fell asleep.
At age 18 his grandfather died of old age, leaving Kyle his home and all his possessions. Kyle tried to take up his Grandfathers profession, being a city guard, but he quit that not long after starting. Again, too much work, too much effort, too much harshness. Instead he started his own little job, he was a repairmen of sorts. He had a knack for spotting the details in things, and being able to put things back together.
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