[CHAR] The Silent War---OPEN

[Asher890]

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(This picture isn't entirely accurate as how I imagined her, but this is as close as I've found.)

Name: Elodie Prosperi; Elodie means "marsh flower" going by Greek origins.
Age: 24 (Will be twenty-five on what we know as June 12th.)
Race: Anserian
Kingdom of Origin: Anserith, born in the capital city.
Bio: Elodie was sent to the magic school in Voy at a young age, after she displayed magical abilities. She was then became eligible to be chosen when older. Elodie trained for years and she soon became adept at wind and light magic. Surprisingly, she was also fairly skilled at sword fighting. She is pretty horrible at mechanic work, they confuse her (definitely not cut out for being a mechanic.)
Personality: Elodie is intelligent, but doesn't always know when to speak her mind. She can be charismatic, in fact that silver-tongue can come in handy. Elodie can also be flirtatious at times, but doesn't like relationships. She is very emotional unattached, love wise at least. Familial love, however, is just the opposite! She loves her family. Elodie is loyal, and will fight for her loved ones... no matter the cost. Despite the good qualities, she is somewhat prone to neuroticism. While her fellow Anserians are often quite stuck up, she is down-to-Earth.
Description: Elodie stands at 5"10, with a pair of large, white feathered wings. Elodie is naturally built athletically, and pretty strong as well. Her face is a mix between diamond and oval, very pronounce cheek bones. Elodie's nose is slightly upturned, but broken in her bridge (From one of many fights from her youth.) Her eyes are a piercing icy blue with, framed by pitch black long, thick lashes that match her hair. Speaking of her hair, it is wavy and goes down to her floating ribs. More often than not, worn down parted in the middle. She has another mark along her jaw line from an angered townsperson (one too many smart aleck comments) that happened to be carrying a knife. He was aiming for her throat but, thankfully, missed. Elodie's eyebrows are arched elegantly (think Grace Kelly's eyebrows.) Her lips are medium sized with a pronounced cupid's bow. She isn't a fan of cosmetics, so she never applies any. Elodie is physical beautiful, but she'd much rather someone judge her by her "wonderful" personality. Clothing-wise she enjoys plain clothing, unlike fellow Anserians'. Plain garbs are her go to for casual days. Her armor is light for maximum flying capabilities.

[DangDude]

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Name: Connor Nordicke
Age: 23
Race: Human
Kingdom of Origin: Illyria
Bio: Connor was raised in a family of exceptional mages, learning and mastering his family’s magecraft at a very young age. Much of this was due to his father’s insistence, though Connor wanted nothing more than to be an exceptional mage just like his father. Ten years ago, his father, Theodore Nordicke, was selected as next to become an architect, something he had been preparing for all of his life. Little was known to Connor what it meant to be chosen for Ascension, and part of him knew that his father was just as in the dark as he was. That never stopped him, though, for it was his passion to be a great mage that he knew that he must accept such a duty.
Though his shining moment never came, it seemed. It was the night before his father was to attend his Ascension that a group of strange men broke into their home. It had all happened so suddenly for Connor; the men assaulting his father shouting of “conspiracy” and “false hope,” his father laying still on the floor as the men came for Connor and his mother, a bright flash of light as he clung to his mother from behind…
Connor awoke the next morning, not remembering anything after the flash of light. He could not remember his mothing becoming so badly injured, he couldn’t remember why he was surrounded by the bodies of the strange men, and he could not say why he was the only one unharmed…
Even after his father’s passing and his mother now in critical condition after the incident, Connor continued to improve his magic studies with very little guidance. Though it was very difficult for someone so young to become self-taught, he eventually mastered his family’s jewel magecraft; a specialty magic in which the mage uses magical convergence to story certain types of magics into gemstones which can then be utilized later with spells, amplifying the effects exponentially. This was a trick learned by the Nordicke family which would allow their mages to use more powerful spells more frequently with minimal strain or exhaustion from the spellscaster. It was this, as well as Connor’s mastery of a diverse range of magic types that he had been chosen for the Ascension.

Personality: Connor is a perceptive, serious, resourceful, and very competitive person. Though he was widely admired by his peers as a prim and proper honorable mage, it is a front he puts up in order to prevent others from prying into his life. In private, he is notably loud, shrewd, stingy, and bossy, but usually means well for those he cares about. He is known as a model student in his magic studies. His manner of speech is often hostile and dismissive of other people, but deep down he has a caring, big-brotherly disposition. His tendency of making trivial mistakes at the worst possible moment is a hereditary curse. Though he really is a lot nicer than he seems, he claims to always make his decisions based on cold, rational logic in the end. In his own words, it's "not a very becoming personality". Despite claiming that he would do anything in order to win a fight, no matter how underhanded, he has a deeply rooted sense of honor.
During his childhood, he vaguely understood the reason behind the attack on his household as well as the murder of his father, seemingly understanding while not actually comprehending it. He saw his father as a great mage who must be respected and loved, but failed to understand the negative aspect of his personality, the cold-heartedness that accompanied such an ideal. This sewed an inkling of doubt in the back of Connor’s mind, leading him to think for but a moment that maybe his father was not the kind and respected man he had always thought of him to be. This, however, never stopped Connor from reaching his goals and continuing his studies. For the sake of his deceased father and his family's name, Connor seeks to obtain the status his family has lost, though he has little personal desire for it.
He spends just as much time quarrelling with his companions as he does cooperating with them. He's a mischievous young man at heart, so he loves teasing serious people the most.

[RyuShura]

Appearance:
Sorry if you hate messy B&W drawings, I was too lazy to color it. Maybe some day.

Hider

Name/Alias: Minev, the 'Tell-Tale Witch'
Age: 22
Race: Amali/Draelni
Kingdom of Origin: Border Town - Caraxis, Nomadic

Short Background:

Death was more common than life from where Minev came from. All of her memories, every single one of her motivations were driven by the very force. The name of her old home doesn't really matter. For it doesn't exist anymore, nor do the people whom she once belonged to. Everything along the mangled border was swallowed by the black mists that poured from the heart of darkness. The price of greed, as it were. Made alone in the world, Minev was left to die. It was a wonder why she was spared from annihilation. Perhaps even darkness would not take such an abomination. She did possess a so-called 'tainted' bloodline. Or it might've been another force at play. Wandering in the nothingness, an old family of crones found her and took the girl deep into the nearby swamps. There, deep in the marshlands their coven lay in secret, guarded from intruders by a veil of dark and twisted hexes. They saw something in the little orphan girl, a gift unlike any others. It was something they could not allow to go to waste. They would teach Minev dark arts, forbidden things so that she may learn to harness her gift. She would memorize of curses and rituals to call upon spirits, bending them to her will. In her quickness to learn the intricacies of the craft, they would shower her in presents, praise, and tender love.

For once, she felt at home in the world. It did not matter what they asked in return.

When she reached a proper age, they approached her with an important task, one only she can fulfill. In truth, these old witches worshiped a forgotten God, who harbored them for their curiosity. Though whether it still existed remained a mystery. Their goal of reaching this 'greater truth' branded them as monsters, for their means, derived from feverish dreams involving the deity, could easily be misunderstood as evil and wretched. And so they waited for something like her, to finally 'set them on their path'. She had the potential to transcending all they could never achieve, and to do so, they needed to push the girl to her limits and beyond. She would need to make a sacrifice, for them. Without hesitation, she accepted this task bestowed upon her. Minev went along with the painful rituals, laying still as they seared magic into her very flesh, allowing them to torture her in countless ways to bring forth her inner promise. This was for the people she loved and whom loved her back, she would think. They were her family. It was rightful to make 'sacrifices' for one's family, and so she endured it all to see their wishes come true. It was a long and grueling process that lasted long months, maybe even years. It was impossible to tell. She was frequently left battered, not a single ounce of strength left but to cry from the aching and pain. Her mothers whispered sweet things in her ear to sooth the suffering. and so through it all, her love and body did not waver. It didn't stop until she heard a 'voice' that emerged deep within her, one that belonged to neither imagination or reality. Maybe it was just her mind breaking.

It was hazy what happened after, but when Minev awoke, she was alone again. She would leave the sunken library in the swamp, bringing only the knowledge they engraved in her mind. The young woman had nothing to follow but the voice in her head. She soon came across a dying animal. One much like herself. Try as she did, Minev was unable to heal it and the poor thing laying dying in her arms. In her desperation, the Voice spoke to her, teaching her how to use her dormant gift. Listening to the instructions of the Voice, she touched the corpse to draw upon the trapped spirit, seeking to lure the soul as she has done so many times before. But the effect was far greater than she anticipated. It was effortless, how she pulled the essence from the body. Instead of the black swirling mass of a spirit who died in pain, this particular spirit was milky white, wholly pure and cleansed of any qualms. Was this her true potential? It was unlike any of the mindless apparitions conjured before too, possessing a free-will and thought all on its own. This one chose to follow her.

The pale crossbreed was overjoyed to have a friend, to not be alone. She no longer required a proper vessel to contain and dominate spirits anymore, as she would come to understand. With her newfound power, Minev set out with a new purpose. She would find others to take along on her journey to reach 'the beautiful place the voice spoke of'; a place without death, a place of peace.

Like a family, she protected them and they protected her. She felt happy once more.

In her search, Minev would eventually be drawn to Altamea, where she would conduct her studies and experiments along the borders. Though she wanted to go about peacefully, she would quickly earn 'fame' through her odd habits, garnering the attention of the neighboring country for her odd expertise in the supernatural. Apparently, it came about in her conflicting viewpoint, being featured in many wild stories passed along by travelers. Her unnatural resistance towards the corruption, tied with her odd appearance, made people think she was some sort of demonic entity that took root in the region. A common story was that a mysterious pale girl would appear to those who are suffering, truly desperate to die, and 'free' them by devour their soul. Others tell of how she consumes the souls of beasts and people alike, a monster among monsters. Often, her arrival would be marked by tell-tale signs and strange trinkets, such as wooden dolls and oddly shaped shadows. The issue became so great that a group of Paladins were sent to deal with the rising panic. When they discovered her true nature, they had an opportunity like no other. Her ability to commune and manipulate spirits of the dead is viewed as taboo, being as it violated some of the principle laws regarding magical conduct established by Voy and Crux Redentor. Such an offense is punishable by death. But instead of killing her then and there, they offered the witch an ultimatum. Minev would act as their representative for the upcoming Ascension, but in reality, her purpose was to infiltrate the Architects and relay their secrets. They were tired of going unanswered. But this was not a mercy, as it seemed, she would be treated like a tool, like a slave.

Urged by the voice in her head, she smiled and accepted.