Currently accepted Characters.
RoccanIronclad -
Twannyman -
Skyrte
Rex
EldarionI
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Bio: Daughter of the Chief's sister, Sasa is considered royalty in her homeland of Qarasak, a distant land to the south west. Rarely do her people, the Izqerax, have dealings with the Magisters and there have been fewer people they have taken. There is an uneasy peace between the Izqerax and the Magisters, only so that the Magisters may pass through their land should they wish. They are welcome to stay for short periods of time but they are expected to respect and partake in the traditions of the Izqerax not matter how long they stay.
Sasa herself is a restless spirit and can't sit still for long as she is very energetic. She has a tendency to get distracted easily and her mind often wanders during her lessons. She is a bright and fast learner, if she doesn't get bored. As do most of the children in her tribe, she has had training with a bow and is excellent at crafting from very basic materials.
Sigil: Sasa's sigil represents wind, the element she has basic control over. It is located along her right forearm and is relatively large. She gained her sigil on her 16th birthday.
Abilities: Sasa has the ability to move objects using wind. At present she can manipulate wind with some difficulty and has once generated wind from her hands, although she passed out immediately after doing so.
RoccanIronclad -
Name: Havish Garisson
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Bio/Personality: Havish was a weak child, born to a family that was only ever able to barely make a life for themselves, he grew up with no formal education, he only knew the labor of the farm that his family kept, whenever they were in town, Havish was unable to connect with any other children, he was made fun of for being small, for being poor, for being dirty. Havish eventually let the taunting get to him, he stopped speaking for some time and refused to go to town, he wondered how the Magisters he had heard of could be brave enough to fight monsters, He had always looked up to Magisters, his town believed that to become one was an honor, one that Havish knew was not for him, but he gawked all the same when a Magister came to town, his Ability stunned Havish, he could summon armor and weapons from thin air, and in that moment Havish spoke again, "I wish I could have armor so I can't be hurt." But this wasn't the case Havish didn't have armor, he tried to make some but it failed, he couldn't buy it because it was too expensive.
One afternoon, Havish spent his day hunting for game to feed his family only to come upon an incredible scene, the magister from the day before, fighting a serpent the size of a tree. The Magister fought bravely and slew the massive snake, only to turn and see the boy now staring from the clearing. Havish stepped forward and asked, "How, how can you face that?" The Magister turned to the boy a fang protruding from his side, "Bravery is the armor of the soul.." He fell to a knee and coughed up blood, ".. When we are brave, we summon our armor, and it will safeguard us even in the darkest time." The Magister no longer able to stand falls to his side, Havish dropping to him, "I saw you once, soul laid bare to the strikes of others, stand strong so none may harm you..." and the light passed from the Magisters eyes.
When the Magisters came to retrieve the body of their ally they spoke to Havish, they asked him his story and as they were about to leave, they noticed it, a mark on his upper shoulder, when they told him he had it Havish scrambled to see it, he didn't even know what his power was, but the Magisters did and they chuckled at how poetic it was, this boy that witnessed the passing of the Knight, now bore his own armor, the Armadillo's cloak.
Sigil: The Sigil is that of a curling armadillo and is at the junction of neck and shoulder.
Ability: Havish can summon hardened plates of bone to cover him like armor, the plates come all the way down his arms and are razor sharp on the edges, however Havish, is woefully inept at its use.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Bio/Personality: Havish was a weak child, born to a family that was only ever able to barely make a life for themselves, he grew up with no formal education, he only knew the labor of the farm that his family kept, whenever they were in town, Havish was unable to connect with any other children, he was made fun of for being small, for being poor, for being dirty. Havish eventually let the taunting get to him, he stopped speaking for some time and refused to go to town, he wondered how the Magisters he had heard of could be brave enough to fight monsters, He had always looked up to Magisters, his town believed that to become one was an honor, one that Havish knew was not for him, but he gawked all the same when a Magister came to town, his Ability stunned Havish, he could summon armor and weapons from thin air, and in that moment Havish spoke again, "I wish I could have armor so I can't be hurt." But this wasn't the case Havish didn't have armor, he tried to make some but it failed, he couldn't buy it because it was too expensive.
One afternoon, Havish spent his day hunting for game to feed his family only to come upon an incredible scene, the magister from the day before, fighting a serpent the size of a tree. The Magister fought bravely and slew the massive snake, only to turn and see the boy now staring from the clearing. Havish stepped forward and asked, "How, how can you face that?" The Magister turned to the boy a fang protruding from his side, "Bravery is the armor of the soul.." He fell to a knee and coughed up blood, ".. When we are brave, we summon our armor, and it will safeguard us even in the darkest time." The Magister no longer able to stand falls to his side, Havish dropping to him, "I saw you once, soul laid bare to the strikes of others, stand strong so none may harm you..." and the light passed from the Magisters eyes.
When the Magisters came to retrieve the body of their ally they spoke to Havish, they asked him his story and as they were about to leave, they noticed it, a mark on his upper shoulder, when they told him he had it Havish scrambled to see it, he didn't even know what his power was, but the Magisters did and they chuckled at how poetic it was, this boy that witnessed the passing of the Knight, now bore his own armor, the Armadillo's cloak.
Sigil: The Sigil is that of a curling armadillo and is at the junction of neck and shoulder.
Ability: Havish can summon hardened plates of bone to cover him like armor, the plates come all the way down his arms and are razor sharp on the edges, however Havish, is woefully inept at its use.
Twannyman -
Name: Naelor Ceranus
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Bio/Personality:
"If I am alone, I shall get stronger to survive. Death and Demise shall await those who challenge futility"
-Naelor when he got a the age of 12
The young Naelor ran through the woods, the screaming of the death around him. They had attacked, the ones they never hoped to see had attacked. The village where Naelor was born coated red, the red of fire. The iron smell of blood running through the air as innocent people got killed. He ran and ran until he couldn't run anymore, his fathers last words echoing through his head: "Save yourself my son, and may the spirits guide you on your path."
He stumbled over a small root in the ground and fell, his pursuers noticed it already. His short life shooting through his brain as he instintively took out his small dagger his father had given him. He slith the throat of the man coming from him. He was strangly calm, as if he had done this before. Fending him off the calm and collected Naelor regained his normal senses. He took a quick look around him, saw the corpses and his mind went blank, the blood o god the blood, not the blood. He collapsed from the exhaustion.
When he regained conciousness he saw a gentle smile in front of him, an older man had found him alone in the woods. The older man introduced himself as Gaelor. Gaelor brought Naelor up as Naelor was his own son, and Naelor was happy and content with it. Gaelor didn't say what he had seen in Naelor but he trained Naelor in the way of the Shinobi. Naelor was talented in the way and the death he had seen made him even more fit for it. Gaelor learned Naelor everthing he knew, and at the age of eleven, he send Naelor out in the world.
A year passed and Naelor returned to Gaelors house, once arrived there he saw it again, the house coated in flames and the stench of blood in the air. Naelor did not hesitate and went in the house, what he saw there was a man and Gaelor in fight. Hiding his presence he snuck up to one and without hesitation cut open his throat, blood guzzled as he continued on sneaking through the fire. As he took him out Gaelor collapsed, a faint glimmer of hope in his eyes, Naelor rushed over.
The last words he could remember were that Gaelor was proud to have teached him. Naelor set out in the world an has since then traveled far and wide. At the age of sixteen a strange marking on his shoulder would appear, unaware of this he continued. But upon visiting the next village the Magisterium would pick him up and bring him along.
Naelor's personality has hardend through all the death he has seen. He is cold-blooded and not very caring, even with all the death around him he has remained rather humble, respecting his opponent in battle and respecting others like he should.
Sigil: a small scythe in a glimmering colour of blood located on his left shoulder
Ability: This allows him to freely control his blood. He usually bites his thumb to forcedly bring his blood out. Even though he can use both of his hands, Naelor collects his blood in his right hand and shoots it away he can draw his blood from any part of his body into the palms of his hands.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Bio/Personality:
"If I am alone, I shall get stronger to survive. Death and Demise shall await those who challenge futility"
-Naelor when he got a the age of 12
The young Naelor ran through the woods, the screaming of the death around him. They had attacked, the ones they never hoped to see had attacked. The village where Naelor was born coated red, the red of fire. The iron smell of blood running through the air as innocent people got killed. He ran and ran until he couldn't run anymore, his fathers last words echoing through his head: "Save yourself my son, and may the spirits guide you on your path."
He stumbled over a small root in the ground and fell, his pursuers noticed it already. His short life shooting through his brain as he instintively took out his small dagger his father had given him. He slith the throat of the man coming from him. He was strangly calm, as if he had done this before. Fending him off the calm and collected Naelor regained his normal senses. He took a quick look around him, saw the corpses and his mind went blank, the blood o god the blood, not the blood. He collapsed from the exhaustion.
When he regained conciousness he saw a gentle smile in front of him, an older man had found him alone in the woods. The older man introduced himself as Gaelor. Gaelor brought Naelor up as Naelor was his own son, and Naelor was happy and content with it. Gaelor didn't say what he had seen in Naelor but he trained Naelor in the way of the Shinobi. Naelor was talented in the way and the death he had seen made him even more fit for it. Gaelor learned Naelor everthing he knew, and at the age of eleven, he send Naelor out in the world.
A year passed and Naelor returned to Gaelors house, once arrived there he saw it again, the house coated in flames and the stench of blood in the air. Naelor did not hesitate and went in the house, what he saw there was a man and Gaelor in fight. Hiding his presence he snuck up to one and without hesitation cut open his throat, blood guzzled as he continued on sneaking through the fire. As he took him out Gaelor collapsed, a faint glimmer of hope in his eyes, Naelor rushed over.
The last words he could remember were that Gaelor was proud to have teached him. Naelor set out in the world an has since then traveled far and wide. At the age of sixteen a strange marking on his shoulder would appear, unaware of this he continued. But upon visiting the next village the Magisterium would pick him up and bring him along.
Naelor's personality has hardend through all the death he has seen. He is cold-blooded and not very caring, even with all the death around him he has remained rather humble, respecting his opponent in battle and respecting others like he should.
Sigil: a small scythe in a glimmering colour of blood located on his left shoulder
Ability: This allows him to freely control his blood. He usually bites his thumb to forcedly bring his blood out. Even though he can use both of his hands, Naelor collects his blood in his right hand and shoots it away he can draw his blood from any part of his body into the palms of his hands.
Skyrte
Name: Adezain Veasatt
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Adezain is a slightly taller than average, older than he looks 19 year old male with brown hair and blue eyes. He's on the leaner side, having come from a common family, and ensuring his siblings had enough to eat. He has a soft face, and his skin is on the lighter side despite being a farmer.
Bio/Personality:
Adezain was born to a family of farmers on the edge of civilization, in a small town to the northwest. He grew up as the eldest son, having five smaller siblings. He only received a basic education, then it was to the farm to help his parents. He was a well socialized individual in his childhood, growing up to be selfless, caring, and protective of his siblings, following the teachings of a local god, Vymos. Vymos was the deity of balance and protection, and his teachings were easy enough to follow, making him Adezain's favorite out of the pantheon. He wasn't the strongest guy around, nor was he the fastest, but he could do the job and that was good enough, never really excelling or wanting to excel at his job.
During one summer when the monsters were most active, some in the town called it bad luck and others called it the will of their gods, several children had gone missing. Including two of Adezain's siblings. Distraught he joined the search party to find them, days later he and the search party found them hiding from a six legged wolf like creature several meters tall. The children ran out of their hiding places to the search party, but they were too far away. The wolf monster detected them and began sprinting towards them. It didn't take long for Adezain to realize that the search party would be too slow, and a sense of doom washed over him. It had taken them days to find the children and just as they had found them, they were about to be taken away. Adezain begged Vymos to help them, but he didn't hear any answer. Instead his exhaustion washed away, replaced by an electrifying thrill, he glanced to his fingertips and found that small jolts of lightning were dancing between them.
Adezain held out his right hand and a bolt of lightning shot out towards the creature, striking it right in the side, surprising it and stunning it long enough for the search party to reach the children and fight off the monster. Adezain quickly embraced his siblings as they expressed their admiration for their big brother, thanking him, but he knew that Vymos must have had a hand in their rescue. While embracing him he noticed a mark on his right wrist, pulling back his sleeve he saw the symbol now etched onto his skin. The young farmer concluded that he was chosen by Vymos himself, and that the mark was Vymos' call.
When they went home he gathered his family and told them around his sigil, and what he believed it was. He had heard of a place far away, a school of magic. He reasoned that if Vymos would give him his gift, then he should do his best to learn how to use it. Adezain's parents gave him their blessing, and over the next few days he prepared himself and packed for travel. He left the town and soon came upon a traveling Magister. Adezain showed the Magister his sigil, and the Magister took him under his wing as his student as they traveled back to the Grand Magisterium.
Sigil: Adezain has a symbol made up of a crescent moon attached to a circle, in the middle of the circle is a dot. The sigil is located on the underside of his right wrist, with the crescent pointing towards his palm. The sigil itself is small, and easily missed.
Ability: Adezain carries the spark of lightning control, a magic he calls The Call of Vymos.
Currently he only has a very low level electroreception, and a shock that is only a little more than an annoyance with pitiful range. Though Adezain has a good idea of what he can do in the future, drawing inspiration from the Mythos of Vymos, where Vymos himself can transform his mortal body into a bolt of lightning to travel great distances. In the legends Vymos is even seen covering his body with dancing coils of electricity, blades of bright lightning coming out of his fists. Adezain has these goals in mind, and he has no doubt that as he attempts to reach these techniques, he'll discover more along the way.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Adezain is a slightly taller than average, older than he looks 19 year old male with brown hair and blue eyes. He's on the leaner side, having come from a common family, and ensuring his siblings had enough to eat. He has a soft face, and his skin is on the lighter side despite being a farmer.
Bio/Personality:
Adezain was born to a family of farmers on the edge of civilization, in a small town to the northwest. He grew up as the eldest son, having five smaller siblings. He only received a basic education, then it was to the farm to help his parents. He was a well socialized individual in his childhood, growing up to be selfless, caring, and protective of his siblings, following the teachings of a local god, Vymos. Vymos was the deity of balance and protection, and his teachings were easy enough to follow, making him Adezain's favorite out of the pantheon. He wasn't the strongest guy around, nor was he the fastest, but he could do the job and that was good enough, never really excelling or wanting to excel at his job.
During one summer when the monsters were most active, some in the town called it bad luck and others called it the will of their gods, several children had gone missing. Including two of Adezain's siblings. Distraught he joined the search party to find them, days later he and the search party found them hiding from a six legged wolf like creature several meters tall. The children ran out of their hiding places to the search party, but they were too far away. The wolf monster detected them and began sprinting towards them. It didn't take long for Adezain to realize that the search party would be too slow, and a sense of doom washed over him. It had taken them days to find the children and just as they had found them, they were about to be taken away. Adezain begged Vymos to help them, but he didn't hear any answer. Instead his exhaustion washed away, replaced by an electrifying thrill, he glanced to his fingertips and found that small jolts of lightning were dancing between them.
Adezain held out his right hand and a bolt of lightning shot out towards the creature, striking it right in the side, surprising it and stunning it long enough for the search party to reach the children and fight off the monster. Adezain quickly embraced his siblings as they expressed their admiration for their big brother, thanking him, but he knew that Vymos must have had a hand in their rescue. While embracing him he noticed a mark on his right wrist, pulling back his sleeve he saw the symbol now etched onto his skin. The young farmer concluded that he was chosen by Vymos himself, and that the mark was Vymos' call.
When they went home he gathered his family and told them around his sigil, and what he believed it was. He had heard of a place far away, a school of magic. He reasoned that if Vymos would give him his gift, then he should do his best to learn how to use it. Adezain's parents gave him their blessing, and over the next few days he prepared himself and packed for travel. He left the town and soon came upon a traveling Magister. Adezain showed the Magister his sigil, and the Magister took him under his wing as his student as they traveled back to the Grand Magisterium.
Sigil: Adezain has a symbol made up of a crescent moon attached to a circle, in the middle of the circle is a dot. The sigil is located on the underside of his right wrist, with the crescent pointing towards his palm. The sigil itself is small, and easily missed.
Ability: Adezain carries the spark of lightning control, a magic he calls The Call of Vymos.
Currently he only has a very low level electroreception, and a shock that is only a little more than an annoyance with pitiful range. Though Adezain has a good idea of what he can do in the future, drawing inspiration from the Mythos of Vymos, where Vymos himself can transform his mortal body into a bolt of lightning to travel great distances. In the legends Vymos is even seen covering his body with dancing coils of electricity, blades of bright lightning coming out of his fists. Adezain has these goals in mind, and he has no doubt that as he attempts to reach these techniques, he'll discover more along the way.
Rex
Name: Drake Sydell
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Bio/Personality:
From a young age, Drake always loved crafting. Moreover, he loved crafting weapons like his parents. You see Drake was born into a blacksmith family. His mother and father were well-known blacksmiths in their small town. Warriors, hunters, and collectors came to them to craft their weapons for war, hunting or decorations. Drake loved the smell of the blacksmith shop and when he turned ten, his parents show him all their secrets and techniques on how to craft weapons. Drake’s first weapon he created was considered a failure in others eyes, but to him and his parents, it was a unique. The weapon was a short sword with a curved hook at the tip. Drake’s father hung the weapon on the wall as a trophy to show off Drake’s very first weapon. From then on Drake helped his parents craft weapons, but as the years went on he noticed something on his right hand. It would appear and then as soon as he looked. It seemed to just disappear.
One day, Drake was working on an order for a client when his hand began to glow. He looked down and saw a strange rune on the back of his hand. Suddenly the same rune appeared on the ground in front of him and the sword he was currently working on appeared, finished from the rune. H was stunned at what happened and tried to do it again, but nothing happened. The next day, two men who said there were Magisters came to take Drake to The Grand Magisterium where he can home his newly acquired skills.
Sigil:
Ability:
Weapon Creation: uses the atoms around him to create weapons. However, to create the weapons he has to know the schematics of said weapons like weight, length, size, etc. and he also has to have held the weapon at one time in his life.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Bio/Personality:
From a young age, Drake always loved crafting. Moreover, he loved crafting weapons like his parents. You see Drake was born into a blacksmith family. His mother and father were well-known blacksmiths in their small town. Warriors, hunters, and collectors came to them to craft their weapons for war, hunting or decorations. Drake loved the smell of the blacksmith shop and when he turned ten, his parents show him all their secrets and techniques on how to craft weapons. Drake’s first weapon he created was considered a failure in others eyes, but to him and his parents, it was a unique. The weapon was a short sword with a curved hook at the tip. Drake’s father hung the weapon on the wall as a trophy to show off Drake’s very first weapon. From then on Drake helped his parents craft weapons, but as the years went on he noticed something on his right hand. It would appear and then as soon as he looked. It seemed to just disappear.
One day, Drake was working on an order for a client when his hand began to glow. He looked down and saw a strange rune on the back of his hand. Suddenly the same rune appeared on the ground in front of him and the sword he was currently working on appeared, finished from the rune. H was stunned at what happened and tried to do it again, but nothing happened. The next day, two men who said there were Magisters came to take Drake to The Grand Magisterium where he can home his newly acquired skills.
Sigil:
Ability:
Weapon Creation: uses the atoms around him to create weapons. However, to create the weapons he has to know the schematics of said weapons like weight, length, size, etc. and he also has to have held the weapon at one time in his life.
EldarionI
Sasa
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Bio: Daughter of the Chief's sister, Sasa is considered royalty in her homeland of Qarasak, a distant land to the south west. Rarely do her people, the Izqerax, have dealings with the Magisters and there have been fewer people they have taken. There is an uneasy peace between the Izqerax and the Magisters, only so that the Magisters may pass through their land should they wish. They are welcome to stay for short periods of time but they are expected to respect and partake in the traditions of the Izqerax not matter how long they stay.
Sasa herself is a restless spirit and can't sit still for long as she is very energetic. She has a tendency to get distracted easily and her mind often wanders during her lessons. She is a bright and fast learner, if she doesn't get bored. As do most of the children in her tribe, she has had training with a bow and is excellent at crafting from very basic materials.
Sigil: Sasa's sigil represents wind, the element she has basic control over. It is located along her right forearm and is relatively large. She gained her sigil on her 16th birthday.
Abilities: Sasa has the ability to move objects using wind. At present she can manipulate wind with some difficulty and has once generated wind from her hands, although she passed out immediately after doing so.
