[CHAR] Petrichor

[Marshall]

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NAME

"Alexander"

RACE

Unknown

AGE

Unknown

CLASS

Tactician

EQUIPMENT

Cloak, Runic Gauntlets

BACKSTORY

Unknown

[tex]

Ki'Tann

5 feet 8 inches / 145 lbs

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NAME

Ki'Tann

RACE

Felinia - Felis Catus (Common Tabby)

AGE

29

CLASS

Spell-Sword

{Self Taught Alteration magic}
-Invisibility spells strong enough to conceal objects, but too weak to hide large bodies, including humans. Making a goblin invisible though? Sounds like fun.
-Close range hallucination spells, capable of completely shattering the weak-minded. If you let him get both of his paws on your temples for more than a second, it's lights out.

{Scholar-Taught Elementalism}
-Control over the elements to varying degrees. Though, to conserve massive amounts of energy, Ki'Tann strays away from fire-slinging and rock-launching, preferring to use his elemental magic to enchant his weapons, hence his title of spell sword. He can imbue materials with low cost enchantments. This of course, isn't limited to weapons.

EQUIPMENT

-A lightweight long-sword made of tempered Steel, lengthier than the average blade. Completely impractical in the hands of somebody with no training using large weapons. Ki'Tann prides himself on the agility he's achieved with nearly 6 feet of steel.
-A crossbow, as well as a rather generous supply of bolts. One handed, accurate, deadly.

BACKSTORY

^{"Life for common-bred Felina bodes horridly outside of the free states. Entitled humies mock my kin for the patterns upon our fur without regret. Far be it from me to claim any high ground, but know that my actions are at the fault of every last wretch who saw it necessary to pull on the tails of my brothers and sisters"} ~ _{Ki'Tann, to the lecherous fools who question his actions}

Common Felina who've served under merciless humie boots are granted a freedom from morality, and with such a freedom, a license to lie, steal, and murder without remorse. That is how Ki'Tann thinks, shaping his morals in the wake of those who see themselves as more entitled than his kin. Ki'Tann, or Kit as he prefers, lives his life between bouts of melancholy and vicious threats, desperately gripping to what little identity he has left whilst dodging arrows flung with Rancor at his treacherous striped hide. He has been labeled as a thief, a murderer, and much worse by those who have escaped his wrath, or the lucky few who continue to draw breath after paying for his services. Needless to say, he is not a very nice person.

From the day he was born into a litter of 6, Ki'Tann knew no mercy. He and his siblings were sold into slavery as kits, raised to obey and serve at the boots of humans. Felina Kits were affordable, impressionable, and in great number, after all. Why not use them for something? It wouldn't have been so bad, if Ki'Tann's owners weren't colder than a fatal winter. As he grew into his role as a house servant, as did his resentment for all humankind. The stories he was fed to shatter his spirit only stoked a flame in his soul, a burning hatred for his captors and the entitled Felina who saw his sub-species as less-than-worthy. For every mark that his owners carved into his tail, he carved a notch in the base of their broomstick. By the time that he'd covered his instrument of cleanliness in scratches, Ki'Tann had decided that enough was enough. One night, as his master, his wife, and their two children settled down to sleep, Ki'Tann snuck out of his shack, and clawed his way into their bedrooms. With his aptly sharpened claws, he slit the throats of his would-be family, and fled their land with an empty locket, and a bag of gold, leaving his pain, and his soul to burn along with his victim's corpses on the edge of their farmland.

The years that followed were harsher to him than he'd ever known. After he'd burned through the gold he'd pilfered from his masters, Ki'Tann found it difficult to survive on his own. With so much prejudice aimed at every other race, Ki'Tann found himself pillaging any food or gold that he could from anyone who was stupid enough to leave their belongings unattended. Of course, he spent his time in and out of jail cells, caught countless time by guardsmen as he amateurishly hobbled from food stand to food stand. It was there, where he learned from some of the most despicable fellows you'd ever hear about. Lock picking, swordplay, and even the basics of mana. Slowly, Ki'Tann was learning about everything one needed to live a life of crime without worry.

The time Ki'Tann spent in jail began to dwindle. Guards found themselves in tatters, forced into corners by his uncanny swordsmanship. Men and woman whispered rumors of an evil cat wielding a blade longer than his own tail. His name became infamous among criminals, and at last, he'd found an outlet for his boundless seething rage. But staying in one place proved too dangerous for a single rogue Felina to manage. In time, Ki'Tann realized that he would have to move. And so he did, across the world with little regard for those he plowed through. He took what he wanted. He killed any who stepped in his way. Only in the company of other common bred Felina, would Ki'Tann show kindness and understanding. And that's how it went for as long as he can remember.

[Rune_Alchemist]

Lia

Lia has a slender, lithe build though she has fairly well toned muscles on her frame. She has long, black hair typically tied into twintails with bright yellow eyes and typical pointed ears of her people. She normally wears airy, light weight clothing with long boots and short pants, with a belt holding various pouches of items and other things. Typically, her appearance is concealed under a simple cloak, making it difficult for someone to see anything other than her facial features. An odd blue colored gem seems to be embedded in her chest.

Her body, seems to always have stitches or other parts simply seemed to be sewed on.

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NAME

Primalia
'Lia' will do nicely, however.

RACE

Undead Elf.

AGE

Physically, appears somewhere around early to mid twenties. She cannot comment on her actual age, though 'woke' around seven or eight years ago.

CLASS

Assassin/Acrobat

-Minor, self taught proficiency in Decay Magic. Nothing all that special, mind you and it is fairly exhausting for her to use in any capacity.

A: As long as a part of her body is connected to the Resurrection Runestone, she can live. Just sew an arm or severed limb back on and it'll be good to go....mostly.
B: Healing isn't that easy. She doesn't exactly heal wounds through natural means. She can do it, but it just happens much more slowly and being healed Via magic is the easiest way for her to do it. As of now, she has yet to really have any trouble with this.
C: She doesn't need to eat, drink, nor sleep. Though, she can enter a state similar to sleeping to pass time.
D: Has some odd...cravings every now and then

EQUIPMENT

-Needles and sewing equipment for 'Keeping it together'. Undead do not exactly heal well, even from minor scrapes.
-Various small knives hidden on her person, used for throwing. Incredibly sharp, and deadly if you get hit with one. With her nimble, dexterous hands and accuracy she can reliably hit someone in the head from quite a distance away even while moving.
-Two large curved Kukri, her main choice of physical combat. Sharp, sturdy, and effective for deflecting blows as well as stabby stabby things.

BACKSTORY

Lia doesn't remember much about herself - not even her real name. Her first memories are of both pain and terror, smelling some noxious stench, and the sound of dripping water from a rusty pipe. Her second, is of the person who gave her her name. He was her 'father' or 'creator' as he called himself. The person who breathed life back into a corpse with a Runestone of Ressurection. Something he made himself, after many, many years of study and hours of labor. She, was to be the first of many of his creations, as well as a research tool into necromancy and undeath.

Unfortunately for him, he had no actual control over his creation.

Scared, confused, terrified, and perhaps more than a little unhinged, her third memory is of her she brutally murdered the mage in quite the horrific fashion. Having no knowledge of the outside world, herself, or anything else she remained in his lab, clueless as to what she should do or who she even was. Some months passed, and she managed to get a grip, so to speak. She had made herself a small home in the former lab, and was more or less comfortable and passed the time reading the mages old magic tomes and other books.

It was then, a small group of adventurers managed to find their way into the former lab - hearing rumors of not so morally correct research and other things, they were dispatched to take care of this mage. To their surprise, all they were met with was a terrified elf with an odd runestone implanted in her chest. Seeing the mages dead body and how exactly he died, they decided to take the elf with them for a bit of questioning as well as to find out who exactly she was.

For the next year, was about as happy as she ever had been. Understanding both what she was and that she had absolutely no knowledge of the outside world - she could hardly even speak in complete sentences. Plus, the value of the thing keeping her alive was enough for a number of people to want her head. They taught her to read, write, speak, and she learned to defend herself from this small band of adventurers. Unfortunately, greed brings out the worst in people more often than not and a trap and a betrayal later, from a man and former comrade by the name of Alastor, her friends were dead and once again, she was alone. She barely managed to escape from him, losing an arm and taking out one of his eyes in the process.

The next years, were rather hard. Aside from having to find a new arm that looked roughly similar to her old one and sewing it back on, she didn't have much else to go. Alastor would likely still want to get his mitts on her, and that would almost certainly end in death. So she left the adventurers guild, deciding to travel for a time. She bettered her skills, learning to control her body and acrobatics much better, as well as learning how to use magic in a much more proficient fashion.

Unfortunately, she spent most of this time traveling alone. She was betrayed by someone she considered a friend once, and he killed her friends and almost her - all for some stupid stone. So she kept to herself as she traveled, deciding to wear a cloak to hide both her injuries as well as the stone that was keeping her alive. She had to kill more than a few people who were too greedy for their own good, and not sleeping or being able to relax for long periods simply became natural.

Years passed though, and she eventually decided she wanted to settle things with Alastor. Besides, money was scarce and tight, stealing and contract killing could only get one so far before things got out of hand. So she eventually made her way back to the guild. She isn't particularly looking forward to working with others, but if she has too...well, she suppose she might give them another shot.

[vertigh0st]

Atlas

((Minus the horns and cloven hooves))

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NAME

Atlas

RACE

Centaur

AGE

32

CLASS

Bounty Hunter/Archer

EQUIPMENT

- 1 Long Bow
- 1 Quiver with Arrows
- 1 Hunter’s Dagger
- Leather Armor

BACKSTORY

Atlas had a normal childhood for a young centaur. He was born to a loving mother and father with three younger siblings. They being a unit of a a much smaller herd when compared to The Great Herd, who rule the Great Plains. Ever since he was young it had been the young boy’s dream to become a defender of the herd much like his father served. As such, at a young age his father began teaching him in the art of archery to which Atlas took to immediately. The boy spending any free time he had practicing until he was near a master of the weapon. Life in a nomadic herd traveling from place to place may have been hard at times due to draughts and long winter however, it was a happy one none the less.

However, just as Atlas was beginning his teenage years disaster struck. After one particular long draught a flash flood struck in the dead of the night. The raging waters causing many to be lost to the flood never to be seen again. Atlas as well was swept away by the rapids being torn from his father's grasp. By some miracle Atlas managed to survive, water logged, scared, and bruised the young centaur scrambled his way out of the wreckage and took refuge in the brush that night. When he awoke that next morning, it was clear to him that he was alone. That he was far from his family...his herd. He wasn't even sure if they were still living at that. The only thing he had left to remind him of the life he once had was his father's old long bow.

From then on Atlas has been on his own. He managing to survive on his own using the skills he had been taught as a young boy. As he grew he turned to working a variety of odd jobs mainly helping farmers' in the fields or any other form of hard labor. As time went on Atlas found himself in the Free States using his hunting skills to capture game and sell at the market. However, he is also not shy of doing bounty work either. Figuring he was pretty good at hunting animals so why not people as well?

[Landaus Five-One]

The Amnesic Draconian, Patricia C. Tetra-Lira

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NAME

Patricia Cole Tetra-Lira

NICKNAME

The Dragon Lady

RACE

Pulsar Dragon/Human

AGE

16

APPEARANCE

She is 4'8" tall and she weighs 140 pounds. Her hair color is blonde and she has blue eyes and she usually wears her hair in a ponytail or straight it only depends on her mood really. She is a very rare breed of Draconian Humanoid, she has 2 ft and 3-inch rainbow wings growing out of her back and they shine in the bright sunlight like a rainbow. Since she is still purely looked human but with her draconian wings, shows she's a crossbreed. On her right leg, there's a scar that goes from her ankle to her knee caps.

Her clothes, on the other hand, are quite strange and mysterious since they have unknown markings on them from an unknown language of very old ancient Draconic, which is very strange. She wears it proudly, they somewhat look like modified clothes that adventurers wear but not really, since she wears a Cloak made up of her own kind's scales, rainbow draconian scales; it has healing properties since it lessens the injury's pain on her ankle since it literally hurts her magical essence as a whole. This cloak covers her entire body, and it has strange markings on it as well, which is in an unknown language of very old ancient Draconic.

She wears a very significant piece of jewelry around her neck, it symbolizes a lot of things, the primary thing is it allows her to transform into a Pulsar Dragon, it is called a Pulsar Dragon Necklace. She only remembers who gave her this necklace it was her mother. The pulsar dragon itself is very powerful at healing people with its breath attack but it only depends on what the dragon is targeting. The draconian transformation doesn't last too long since it's based on how much mana is in the area, the larger the mana there is the longer it lasts.

Her clothes are basically similar to a peasant in the modern times since her clothes change shape and things but the colors stay the same. She looks like a peasant in most instances since she's covered with that Rainbow Colored Cloak. Her clothes colors are as follows, blue shirt, rainbow colored pants, she wears white colored bras, green panties, and her shoes are bluish gray in color. She is somewhat mysterious since she looks more or less human, just with draconian wings. The Cloak glows blue when the owner of it is intense pain and suffering because of her injury. Her cloak can turn into a normal blackish gray cloak, however, it loses its ability to reduce her pain and suffering from that injury.

CLASS

Rune Holy Priestess

-Minor self-taught in Healing Magic, which comes naturally to her but it exhausts her a lot more than normal magic since it somewhat is interrupted by her loss of concentration since she is still injured, which is a very old injury.

1. The Holy Rune Priestess is a Rune Priest that specializes in runes that heal people with certain rune symbols on the runes. She crafted a specialized rune to be put on arrows, to create her Maiden's Tears.
2. She crafts specialized runes for her Silver Might Lance to hurt with a blackened aura.
3. She crafts specialized runes for her Iron Heart Sword to make it powerful as it once was, and it uses magic sword slashes to cause its damage with the runes.

EQUIPMENT

1. Silver Might Lance - The Silver Might Lance has a specialized ability on it that can heal nearby party members within its magical aura. It is engraved with this on its sword, in an ancient unknown draconian language, which is very hard to translate. You have to know that specific language before you can see the engraving on the lance's wooden part. The lance itself has properties to detect any evil presence in any vicinity of the wielder of this weapon, it usually is in a radius around the wielder by 15 meters. The Silver Might Lance is made up of some unknown material and silver, which some trained experts say since they had to take it from the wielder to identify it but they didn't really get much from the girl who wields it other than it heals. Silver Might Lance covered with runes, gains its inscriptions so the wielder can read them, it says, 'Alteration of One's Alignment' in the same draconian tongue that the wielder can only read.
2. Iron Heart Sword - This weapon is an artifact weapon of a forgotten time, no one knows what it does but it usually keeps the user from screaming in pain since her injury on her leg is pretty bad and it glows a similar color to the cloak she wears, a small hint of blue. It only glows blue because of the pain, its wielder has to deal with on a daily basis. Iron Heart Sword covered with runes, gains its inscriptions from that forgotten time and it awakes from a slumber and starts talking to its wielder, in a female's voice, which is familiar to the wielder. The Inscriptions on the weapon are in an ancient draconian language, which no one has seen before not even the dragons, themselves.
3. Grand Ash Longbow - This longbow was created from an ancient tree in a forgotten time way before now. The tree, however, was called 'Old Ash' or 'Grand Ash' since that's what this bow is called. It has a specialized arrow for healing purposes, called the Maiden's Tears, which is covered in a Healing Runes to heal any person who is injured.

BACKSTORY

She woke up in an unknown village to her, which was named Helena, after some hero but she woke up in one of the places she was dreading, in a claustrophobic tight space in complete darkness. She was only 14 years old at the time when she woke up at the time. She woke up in someone's basement and it was pretty dark, she screamed for about an hour on the top of her lungs. In til someone walked downstairs to see what the commotion was and he turned on the lights and noticed a 14-year-old girl in his basement with rainbow-colored dragon wings. He was a draconian too but he was a Crossbreed of a Fire Dragon and a Human. He had no idea who this poor girl was. He walked up to her and slapped the poor girl in the face to calm her down that did indeed work to calm her.

Patricia looked at the Draconian that was in front of her and she asked him his name, and he smiled and walked back a bit and bowed down gently. He said his name was 'Fredrick D. Flames,' the local blacksmith in the town but what caught his eye was the girl's weapons they look extremely well crafted, master, crafted or handed down to her as an heirloom weapons. She put her weapons on her cloak, and the sword in its seethe on her belt. Fredrick calmly asked her name and she told him, 'Patricia Cole Tetra-Lira,' and she explained she is a Pulsar Dragon and Human Crossbreed. Fredrick smiled and was utterly in shock about the Pulsar Dragon in front of him since they are rumors to exist and even harder to find one alive, who hasn't died to the Plaguelands. He gently walks the pulsar dragon girl upstairs since she still seems hyperventilating and somewhat shaking at the fact she was in the dark.

Upstairs, she was a lot calmer and sat down on one of Fredrick's furniture and looks at him somewhat confused. Fredrick was in awe of this girl's beauty and will make his friends jealous that he had one of the legendary Pulsar Dragons literally appear in his basement. He tells her all about what's going on and she was somewhat shocked and this is a lot of information to take in. She shakes her head at some of the questions he asked her, like where's she's from and why are you here in that sense. She literally says, she doesn't remember anything about her past. All she can say, she used to be apart of a large family of Pulsar Dragons and Human Crossbreeds all with her last name. Fredrick shrugs his shoulders and she is the first one that has that last name since it is a unique one.

She puts her hand in her hands, and then her shiny draconian necklace shows since it is always around her neck. Fredrick instantly puts two and two together and sees that necklace as the only way for her to turn into a Full blown dragon or otherwise she's stuck as this form, she's in. She nods her head when he says that out loud to her. Fredrick was happy to talk to someone that has amnesia besides only her name, her age and that she's a Pulsar Dragon, Human Crossbreed one of the rarest draconian species out there. She asks him an important question, can she stay here as long as she helps around. He shakes his head yes since he always wants to live with a female before even though she's too young for him.

2 years later, Patricia became a welcome member in the village she appeared in 2 years ago, but she also became a Rune Holy Priest as well and has been quite helpful in the village. The Village still is very jealous of Fredrick for allowing the Pulsar Dragon to stay with him but he's been a kind soul ever since he was young. She was wanting to do something else and help people out wherever she goes. Fredrick told her she always has a home in this village. She walked out of the village trying to find some helpful work at other places, she learned her rune magic from one of the traveling rune practitioners that come to this village to buy some well-suited materials but was enchanted by Patricia's beauty and stayed teaching her everything he knew. However, since she was now walking her cloak was glowing in a blue tint since her injury starts to flare up again but she has nothing to lessen the pain right now and it's pretty much incurable since she got it when she was young.

[UraharaSteph]

Marissa Fennix

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NAME

Marissa Fennix

RACE

Vulpinia

AGE

24

CLASS

Healer

EQUIPMENT

1 tribal pendant
1 concealed dagger(Right sleeve)
1 potion crafting kit
assorted herbs and ingredients

BACKSTORY

Marissa was the odd one out of her family from the day she was born. Pale skin and light hair caused the family of red-heads and brunettes to assume that she was an albino. They took the new baby to their resident Shaman, who concluded that she had inherited the vulpes zerda genes that her father carried. Content that they didn't have to abandon or drown the new infant, they gave her the name 'Marissa', a rather human-sounding name for a unique Vulpinian.

As Marissa grew older, she showed no interest in being a ranger or scout like the rest of her family. Since she had 3 older brothers who were natural hunters and scouts, her father (Tiptoe Fennix), was happy enough to let Marissa pursue her own dreams and fantasies.

Her mother (Swift Fennix) taught Marissa about the herbs and medicines of the forest. How to check for serious wounds or illnesses, stop a wound from bleeding excessively and prevent infection from taking hold. It was useful information that Marissa practised on her brothers regularly since they often came back from the forest with scrapes and the odd rash from a poisonous plant.

Besides that, it turned out that Marissa had more to her than just being able to mix medicines and bandage a scratch. At the age of 7, she began to have vicious night terrors. She would wake in the middle of the night screaming fighting off phantoms. Tiptoe and Swift tried everything they could to calm her down and wake her from the nightmares. They took her back to the Shaman who said that these nightmares were a sign. That's all the Shaman said. Just a vague answer that offered no closure or even a direction on where to take things next.

Marissa decided to take matters into her own hands. If the nightmares were signs, then what exactly did they mean? By the age of 10, she had started to ask the Shaman about interoperating dreams, which led to the topic of Oneiromancy. That caught Marissa's attention and she tried to gather all the information she could about the magic. There was more to it than just figuring out what dreams meant...

Once she had exhausted her Tribe's resources on Oneiromancy and healing, Marissa wanted to leave her tribe in pursuit of more knowledge. At this point, she had turned 14. Her mother hated the idea of her precious, only daughter leaving the tribe, especially at an age where she was maturing physically; worried that slavers would capture her. The pair of them argued very often about the idea of Marissa leaving the tribe. Once she turned 15, her father stepped into the debate and said that he thought it would be good for her to learn more about her dreams. (She was still having night terrors, but they had gotten better with age.) He said that the only places she was going to acquire more resources were outside; beyond the forest and that other families let their youngens explore past the forest. Swift eventually, begrudgingly agreed to the journey but on the insistence that she left with a strong companion and that Marissa would write often.

So Marissa began to travel with a scruffy Vulpinian named Badger. (It was a nickname he had picked up.) She got along with him very well. He was a good listener but not a very good talker. As the years went by, Marissa had learned how to stop her nightmares from being night terrors; she learnt how to read them and subdue them. She could give herself sweeter dreams and even help others who suffered from night terrors. Of course, she never forgot her medicines and herbs; as she travelled, she explored and discovered all sorts of flora she had never heard of before! She studied under various Healers depending on what town she was in, watching and comparing how each of them treated different injuries or symptoms. She always welcomed advice and eventually was able to give advice back, spreading different medicines and techniques.

It was at the age of 22 that Marissa and Badger finally came to the Free States, home of the Mages Guild. Feeling immediately at home, Marissa dived straight into her work and found joy in helping wanna-be adventures. She sold potions or patched up guild members after a mission.

A year later, Badger had left on a quick quest to gather very specific herbs and ingredients for Marissa. He never returned. Unable to fight off an attack by herself if she went searching for him, Marissa spent her coins on a contract with the Adventurer's Guild hoping a party woule be able to track Badger down. She tried to gather information on her own in the meantime but could not get any leads. It could have been anything that took or killed him; bandits, slavers, animals etc. Frustrated that the searches were bearing no fruit and with her coin-purse depleting quickly as she resorted to paying under the table for extra adventurers, Marissa now wants to find a group or at least another person she can join with to explore the shadier parts of the realm in hopes that Badger IS still alive and CAN be saved. She just needs to practice oneiromancy a little more and then maybe...

[Polaris North]

Adira

NAME

Adira Yushnik

RACE

Human

AGE

26

CLASS

Adventurer / Gunner

She would often simply be categorized under Gunner as she is one of the few who use guns even though she has the capabilities of simply wielding her magic. A gunner is simply that - a being who uses guns as their main weapon. Though it should be noted that gunners are experts of their craft, learning how to manipulate a gun they had never touched before in their life and to use these guns effectively.

Adira, as a human, is capable of wielding magic much like the gnomes which resulted to her learning to imbue elements into her bullets. An adept elementalist who rarely uses it in its raw form. She can make quick money from enchanting other weaponry for other people - a trick she learned with the gnomes.

EQUIPMENT

• Reaper - An enchanted M4A1 which has the capabilities of firingboth real and magic bullets. She is capable of wielding magic so she is able to incorporate her own magic to produce more magical bullets. This is customized so she can change the elements of the bullets by simply flicking a switch at the side of the gun. Slung on her shoulder, usually seen.
• Redeemer - A revolver that runs on both real and magic bullets as well. To change the elements of the bullets, one must reload the chamber with the element of your choice. It is kept at a holster on her hip. Sometimes hidden when her cloak is closed.
• Tenjin and Tenshin - Identical wakizashis that are usually hidden under her cloak at the back. She rarely uses them and is usually carried around as a memento of the two siblings she had been traveling with before.
• Several necessities

BACKSTORY

Adira was born and raised in the Free States. It was always a hub of activity - with all races coming together here to sell, to find someone or to simply mingle with others. Although, of course, the presence of the Mage's guild there did help with attracting aspiring mages there. Her parents had died when she was just five years old, forcing her to the streets and to fend for herself. Of course, the first thing that Adira had decided to do was to try and beg for money. She managed to scrap through life like this, going around and begging for money and sometimes helping out so that she could earn money for food. At night, she would hide under stalls, or anything that could put a roof above her head and sleep there. For some reason or another, she never did resort to stealing. She never knew why, and admittedly, she kind of regretted it.

When she was ten years old, she was found by a bunch of gnomes. She didn't know what they were but they didn't seem to mind. They asked her if she wanted to live with them for a while and she, of course, accepted. They were surprisingly smaller than her, even if she was simply a kid who is also a girl. But when she arrived at their house, it fit her perfectly. She found out a lot about life and learned from the gnomes. Magic was something she learned from them as well. She stayed with them for another ten years, learning what she can from forging to magic manipulation.

Upon reaching twenty years of age, she began taking quests from the guild to travel. The gnomes sent her away with smiles and guns. She met Tenjin and Tenshin through this job. They started travelling together after finding out that they were doing well when fighting together. Thus started their adventures. The feeling of your heart beating against your chest like a rhythmic drum, facing a monster that you hope to exterminate... that feeling was something Adira treasures. It just gives her life a purpose. Seeking the thrill of adventure was something that was true for her.

However, as she reached her twenty fourth year in this world, something went wrong. Tenshin and Tenjin decided to go on an adventure together and left Adira by herself. They wanted to bond as twins after all and Adira respected that. She did easier quests, quests that she can handle by herself. Months passed and they didn't return. She grew worried. One night, someone knocked on her door. She opened to see Tenshin, injured and dying. She tried to help as best she can, calling healers to aid Tenshin but he was doomed to die. He told her of what had happened, how the monster had jumped them while they were sleeping on their way home and how he managed to get out because of Tenjin's sacrifice. Tenshin didn't want to leave Adira wondering what happened to them so he managed to trudge on, holding onto life just by sheer will. So he died on the bed a few hours later.

Adira seemed undeterred in her quest for seeking thrilling adventures, even with the weight of her two friends' death. But she always remembered them by carrying around the wakizashis Tenshin use. She will always remember them and has made it her goal to find the monster and kill it as revenge. Until then, however, she will continue working for the guild. After all, recklessly searching for that monster would only result to her ending up like her two friends. She's also waiting for a group to help her in her quest but she never did post a request for it. She wants to get stronger first.

[Sergei Romanov]

Azazel

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NAME

Azazel

RACE

Demon

AGE

Appearance looks 20 to 25, true age is unknown

APPEARANCE

Azazel stands around 6'3" and weighs close in around 290 plbs, his hair is past shoulder length and black mixed with a silvery white. He often has a completely smooth complexion and lightly seemingly tanned skin with a pair of red often glowing eye's, a red tattoo underneath his right eye which glows lightly. His physique is what humans consider extremely fit and muscular. Hidden among his back a pair of strong pitch black dexterous wings which he often keeps hidden beneath his clothing. His body if gleamed is covered in ancient demonic sigils which emanate mostly around his arms, abdomen and chest. The sigils on his body are very crude in nature and look to be burned on very painfully at that.

Azazels clothes are very standout for lack of better terminology and more often then not it does tend to draw attention to himself. His main clothing which is in fact pitch black leather armor that looks like clothing covers the entirety of his body, this black leather if glimpsed is covered in markings which can best be described as some unknown language. His clothing is most definitely unique in its nature especially the large black cloak with red hemming that he wears over his armor. It is quite huge in nature and can conceal him from head to toe. Over top of the cloak and his armor he is wears a demonic chest plate which is comprised of various metal chaining which emanates from his chest and extends to his shoulders taking the shape of skulls. This plate also envelopes the neck and extends like a metal spine down the center of the back and is encrusted in blood red gems in certain places which are not mere decoration but enchanted gems. These stones offer a light form of protection if attacked directly.

These blood red gems will give off a deep red hue when activated and will produce a protective shielding that is powered by aura. This shielding can only be activated by the wearer and can not be seen by human eye, however this shielding is meant for emergency's and therefore is not extremely powerful but more or less a last ditch effort to stop a killing blow.

CLASS

Demon Knight / Wanderer

The Demon Knight in all respects is a hellish defender that often is trained in the cruelest manner possible and they learn through intense agonizing pain which makes them damn near oblivious to pain. A wearer of light gem encrusted armor they are proficient in the use of bladed weapons and are also lightly trained in the use of fire magic which is merely meant to enhance their bladed weapons. Azazel himself however is a user of blade and telekinesis, self trained for many years now he is proficient in the use of both his blade and his ability to manipulate things with just the movement of his hand. In any case he mostly prefers to use his blade instead of using aura often using his telekinetic powers mostly in defense to stop projectiles.

EQUIPMENT

Demons Wrath - The only real piece of equipment that he carries, Demons Wrath is a sword forged they say in the very fires of hell, taking the shape and form of a steel long blade with many ancient inscriptions on its hilt. The sword itself is sharp to the touch and deadly in a fight.

BACKSTORY

No one really knows much about the demon Azazel, one might say that he had always existed and others might say he never existed at all, never born but yet always here. Throughout the many years of existence people have often noted a wanderer draped in black his eye's glowing like the flames of hell itself. Where there is conflict you could very well find the demon Azazel, always attracted to bloodshed like a moth to flame. In truth even Azazel does not remember how he came to be in this world, for as long as he could remember from the moment he opened his eye's to this place he was just here and has traveled the lands like a cursed man. Azazel has never had any true purpose within the world and unlike peoples thoughts of demons he has never had a lust for destroying life. Mostly he has just traveled throughout the lands, never stopping in one place for too long and more or less trying to avoid others for most would attack him if they got the chance.

[Necrophage]

Ramm Broe

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NAME

Ramm Broe

RACE

Felinia - Panthera Tigris (Tiger Subspecies of Felinia) - *Nods at Tex*

AGE

24

CLASS

Shapeshifter - A class of nature magic users generally centered toward the preservations and mastery of natural forces like a druid. Ramm could give a damn about nature however. He just wants to be the apex predator.

(Taught By a Master of Natural Magic)
Shapeshift (Tiger) - Ramm takes on the form of an eight-hundred and fifty pound tiger, matching his colors. A huge beast and definitely larger than the wild animal the form is inspired by. Defensive magic still affecting him is carried over in forms. This form has strength augmented by shapeshifting magic and while rather reasonable for its considerable girth at current will gain in strength, resilience and ferocity as the story rolls on. Mana consumption from the shapeshift is a one-shot deal, Ramm uses the energy and doesn't need to use energy again until he wants to shift back. If he is drained of mana he will be trapped in this form until he recovers enough to change. A tiger doesn't talk.

Stoneskin - A magic spell that creates a layer of lithified flesh to protect against most physical attacks until the layer is removed or fades over time. This spell generally lasts a few hours and feels natural to wear. It can be cast on others but being a rather novice in direct spell-casting Ramm usually just throws all his magic on himself and ignores everyone else. Stoneskin is able to mitigate lesser damage until chipped away or some of the damage from greater attacks before being pierced are exposed like explosions and weapons meant to pierce through solid objects like high caliber rifles and thrusts from a strong foe.

Sunburst - A brilliant flash of fiery energy mimicking the lashing light of the sun. This is generally intended as a druid's best friend. Ramm sucks with it though so all he can manage is a bright pop of light and maybe some semi-useful sparks. It is still one of Ramm's favorite party tricks to use. This takes little to no mana. Sunburst cast properly is an elemental spell cast after the fashion of a druid and used to burn an area with fire like a flare from the sun.

(Self-Taughtish)
Shapeshift (Wrath) - Ramm's favorite and most used ability. After a lot of trial and error, Ramm learned how to hold the tiger-shift part of the way through, granting him an increase in size, strength and speed while still allowing him to stand on two feet and speak. With Wrath in effect Ramm drains a little of his mana constantly because he hasn't managed to work out all the kinks yet.

Hibernate - A magical slumber that a master druid would use to calm animals and lull them to sleep. Ramm being a failure at conventional magic uses it on himself to recover from harm and fatigue more quickly. He has recklessly augmented his use of the spell with a restorative one that he could never manage to get right on its own. While hibernated he's clearly vulnerable from the deep sleep he's under, it does however help him recover from many unconventional threats like poisons of the less deadly variety, mental attacks and illnesses. The restorative magic allows him to recover from fatigue and injury in a quarter of the time a normal person would.

EQUIPMENT

Harness and Loincloth - Pretty self-explanatory here. Being a shapeshifter that changes size consistently it's nice to have clothing that doesn't tear apart. A harness holds the loincloth, pouches and various other tools in place.

Knife - An archaic styled combat knife. It looks to be what historians would identify as an ancient relic from before the manaburst. It could also just be a cheap gnomish knock-off. Either way it still cuts fine.

Spear - It's just a wooden pole with a sharp piece of metal on the end. Were you expecting some magical artifact with a special name? Pfft! Spears have been killing legendary heroes for ages, a knight that doesn't fear a peasant with a spear is a fool. While Ramm's got quite a lack for talent in advanced magic he has a special love for the art that is combat.

BACKSTORY

Something Ramm learned early in life was that there was nothing quite so thrilling as the rush of battle. The scent of fear, blood and fire was exhilarating. Make no mistake, he wasn't obsessed with death, no. It was the conflict, the fight, the brawl! While many a man became drunk on mead this one was intoxicated with victory and the thrill of worthy combat.

Ramm recalls little of his youth, too many blows to the head perhaps? It was a dull and unremarkable time of safety. He learned from masters that drilled rituals and proper honoring ceremonies into him of the gods that defended his lands. It was this time he learned magic that he never really forgot, even if he never properly learned it to begin with. His masters stopped teaching him magic because of his disposition and unruliness. The little rebel. Punishment was more frequent than lesson. So he took the initiative and changed vocations. He went to be guardian in training, hoping to serve in a more physically demanding and suitable position. He wasn't wrong with that. He was challenged a toughened but something was missing. Life was still cozy.

Ramm was searching for something, a feeling, a fulfillment he was missing. So he struck out on his own for a while. It didn't take long for conflict to find him and he reveled in it. Fighting made him feel alive. He made himself an unpredictable opponent. Though he naturally went for the shortest ways to end his fights he didn't often look to kill unless there was a reason to. He figured if they got stronger they'd come back and he'd be able to fight them again. A reciprocation that made everyone better and more whole. It felt like his life was turning for the better. Life however is rarely so kind as to be consistent.

Sustenance. Reality and mortal needs were something that Ramm faced. He had no money or anything to trade in a world that needed it, he wasn't particularly smart and for his size he wasn't deft at anything. The only thing he really knew how to do was cast some crappy magic and fight. So of course he started to fall into less than honest company for a while that employed his skill at fighting for decent coin. It seemed okay then. Fighting meant coin and he liked fighting. Unfortunately the last job he took with unsavory company saw him as a loose end, a disposable set of muscle. Ramm was indeed six and a half feet of striped fur and muscle but he sure as hell wasn't going to be thrown away like a broken tool. Completely outnumbered and under-armed he did as he always did, he fought. And he won.

Now stripped of his source of income he sought the next fight and the next payday - at an honest guild.