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Name: Natsuki Katsunagi

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: 15

Personality: Natsuki is a complicated girl, she likes people but hates to show it. If Natsuki gives you shit it's hard to tell if it's because she hates you or likes you, because she uses sarcasm and sassyness to express both. She's naturally suspicious and curious, as well as terribly vengeful against people to fuck with her.

Physique: about 5' even and fairly light, Natsuki is a petite girl.

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Face Claim:

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Backstory: Natsuki left her abusive family broken in half to seek a better life. Eventually she found a 20 year old self proclaimed knight, and convinced him to look after her in exchange for magical aid. After a few months of travel she accompanied the knight in a search through an old ruin marked "The Crystal Sage's Temple". The dangerous halls were barely survivable but with Natsuki's help they were able to make it to a room that held an old artifact. This artifact was a book, marked with a blue crystal sphere. It called out to Natsuki who grabbed it up as soon as she could and started commiting text to memory. However the book was sentient and in exchange for the knowledge it imparted Natsuki it bound itself to her, copying all the knowledge she would learn about magic the book didn't already have. This symbiotic relationship led to her becoming a skilled crystal mage over the course of the next year. Eventually the knight settled down with a nice wench and they parted ways.

-Abilities-

Natsuki is a young wizard, however her study from the Crystal Sage Tome has afforded her considerable aptitude for her age. She knows many offensive, defensive, and Utility spells. Focusing mostly around Crystal spells, barriers, and healing.

Major Strength: AOE spells.

Minor Strength: Enchantment.

Major Weakness: Incapable of holding her own in a physical fight.

Minor Weakness: Gets confused easily while tired.

[BrightSteel]

Name: Ryan

Race: Human

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality: Ryan is a smooth talking bastard, he doesn't like not being liked. So Ryan naturally tries to get everybody he meets to like him. The more they like him the better Ryan feels and the fonder he becomes of them in turn. In essence he's sort of a pacifist, because he knows fighting doesn't make people like you. That being said he'll fuck someone up that threatens him or attacks him.

Physique:

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Clothing:

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Weapons: Mostly for show, but does occasionally use them for things.

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Major Strength: Ryan's body's physical fitness is astronomical due to his self inflicted 6 year long disciplinary torture regimen. Due to this he could easily dent thick armor with his punches, bite through thin or weak swords, and even ignore most physical injury.

Major Weakness: Ryan is utterly defenceless when it comes to magic. He could be frozen or burnt or slain any number of ways due to the nature of magic. His bodies resilience stops at mages.

Minor Strength: Ryan has gained a rather happy go lucky charisma after reinserting himself into social society, he can't help but be giddy and people seem to like that.

Minor Weakness: Ryan can't stand not moving straight forward so to speak. If he has a problem and it can be solved most simply by one course of action. He would most likely not be able to go along with any other options. He would simply fixate on his own solution untill he actually solved it the simple way.

[BrightSteel]

"I want your money, not your life, but if you take one step,
I won't think twice about taking both."

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~Ashana the Black Rose~

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Ashana (age 25) hails from the arrid and dry deserts of Ahkshriba in the far west, a land of thieves, cutthroats, and mercenaries. She was abandoned at an early age when her father, a soldier of the Sultan Khomeni II, died in the Great War of the Mercenary Kings and her mothet died giving birth to her. For a majority of her childhood, she was taken care of by her mother's sister, a cruel and careless woman, who during Ashana's twelfth year, sold her into slavery.

Luckily, Ashana managed to escape the slavers before they sold her off. She ran away from her home in the capitol of Ahkshriba soon after and fled to the port town of Farro. Farro was notorious for being a den of thieves, and street rats like Ashana fit right in. For years, she lived off the streets by stealing whatever she could get her hands on, food, clothing, etc. Twas more out of survival, yes, but larceny gave her such a rush. Eventually, she grew into robbing people in the dead of night, holding up travelers and traiding caravans on the roads, and swindling people out of their hard earned coin.

Thus the infamous Black Rose was born.

She used her beauty to lure men, and even women, into a false security before making off with their valuables, and what she could not take by wit and charm, she took by blade and blood.

An agile combatant and a silver tongue, Ashana wields her two favorite daggers, Love and Hate, a sword on her back, and carries an assortment of throwing knives and/or smoke bombs on her at all times. In cities, she tends to dress normally in simple peasant clothes or in ways to accentuate her natural beauty. On the roads and at night however, she dons sleek, black leather attire, complete with a hooded shawl to cover her face. She's a smooth talker, often using her charm to con her victims, but sometimes her words can fail her and she has to result to more...drastic measures.



In combat, Ashana prefers three things, speed, mobility, and the element of surprise. She's a master of stealth and hit and run tactics, plus wearing little to no armor and wielding light weapons, she can move across the battlefield quickly and strike even moreso. However, her lack of protection puts her at a disadvantage if she does not land the first blow, and if outnumbered, she's pretty much dead.



For Ashana, personal gain is her only goal. She will only aid others if she is offered something in return, and when it comes to pursuing her own lust for wealth, she'll sink to the lowest rung to get what she wants. She is not above betraying others if it is a means to an end, and often she'll use seduction to lower her victim's guard before robbing them blind. That is not to say she doesn't have her caring side though. Ashana still has a heart. It's just been hardened by all she has endured in her life. There are sparse moments that she shows love or compassion for anyone and anything besides money.

[twannyman]

Name: Gabanre van Houten

Titles: Killer of Dragons(Background story in history)
Drawer of Barakiel(Background story in history)
Barbarian of the Gods(Background story in history)
Slayer of Armies

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Ray of Darkness
The Ray of Darkness is a mercenary band founded by Gabanre's Father. It does fight for the one who pays the most coins. Their name is due to the power of Gabanre's dad, Ray of Darkness making people vanish into darkness.

Chiefdom of Britisk
An old chiefdom founded by Britir the Cruel. The Chiefdom is pretty small and has not a lot of power in the north where it has it's territory. They are well known for training youngling the spartan way making their army small but strong.(I can expand this if needed)Gabanre got here at a young age getting trained.

Gabanre's Dad: Passed away(Just a little note)

Appearance:

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Personality: Strong-Willed, Short-Tempered, Greedy and Proud. Tends to work really hard for his employer.

History: At the age of 1 his mom died due to illness. Leaving him alone with his dad the leader of a mercenary band. Traveling around the world Gabanre learned quite a lot about other races. At the age of 5 Gabanre started learning how to use swords and axes, and after a while his dad saw a great potential in him. At the age of 12 his dad left him with the Chiefdom of Britisk to train. Here Gabanre was teached other weapons as well as how to lead others. He had a great time here, mostly because he was really strong and kept on beating his seniors. He has a weird sense of justice due to winning almost every sparring fight. After 3 years of training the Chiefdom did not know what to do with Gabanre, he was out of their league and people were getting envious and thus they decided to send him on a suicide misson. Gabanre not knowing it was a suicide mission accepted the challenge to kill a dragon.

After leaving the Chiefdom he was on his own. Slaying animals for food was not a big deal, sheltering himself neither. He traveled really far and after a while he found someone in a random town claiming he had seen a dragon. Gabanre was really curious where he had seen it. And thus he kept on asking questions until he knew more about the dragon. Gabanre decided to kill it with his sword he got from his father. After a while he found the dragon's cave. He rested and entered the cave. He saw some carcasses here and there but no signs of the dragon. After about 30 min he saw light coming from the back of the cave, and felt a small heat. Then he felt chilly, and he heard a voice saying: "Go, Go kill the dragon and I shall grant you power." At this point the dragon emerged from the back with a fiery breath and attacked Gabare. Gabanre entered a furious rage after the dragon breath burned his pet wolf. At this point the battle became one-sided with Gabanre ending as winner. And thus he chopped of the head and went back with a lot of scales in his backpack.

Once back in the random town, people got scarred of him with a dragonhead and he went back to the Chiefdom of Britisk. Once there the Chiefdom was suprised he had been able to kill the dragon. His dad was there for a meeting and was proud. And he sparred with his dad winning with ease. Thus his dad took Gabanre with him again.

As Gabanre traveled to the next slaughterfield. He stopped by at Ragnas a big city in the north. He stopped here because there was a really big festival, which was ment for someone trying to draw "Barakiel" a big sword sealed in a magical Tree stump. And when he saw the man failing, he said to himself, maybe i can do this. So he asked the ruler of Ragnas if he could try. The rules agreed and thus he was led to the Treestump. Again he felt chilly and heard the same voice saying: "Gabanre, here is the power I had to give to you." And he pulled out the Sword. Everyone was astonished by Gabanre as he did draw Barakiel.
Once Gabanre got 20 years old, his dad got killed in battle and none other Gabanre survived.

After this he became an indepentent mercenary on his own. Which is where we are now

Weapons and Equipment:

Barakiel, a special sword which he tends to use.

He does not wear any armor and just tends to dogde or take the blows
Skills and Abilities:

Weapon Universalist;
Can use all medival weapons is it a sword or a bow.

Fast Weapon control;
Learns how to use other weapons really fast

His weakness are two main points:

His first one is the fact that he is always battlelusted, he just wants to fight stronger and stronger opponents.

The second one is that he is not the most intellegent one, he tends to be a musclehead, altough this does not really influnce his social interaction
Quotes:

"Wanna fight, so does my mind."
"You challenge me, how you dare to challenge futility!"

[Fury Panda]

Lug

"I'm Lug."

Race: Orc

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Age: 17

Personality: Lug loves to have fun. Lug enjoys fighting and showing his strength. Lug is happy to meet you and would like to punch you in the face.

Physique: 6'5 in height, about 300 pounds of mostly muscle. Green.

Backstory: Lugs parents left him to fend for himself since he was 10, like most orcs. He has a small hut in the lowely quarter, but has no qualms making his way around Agartha. He has many people he would considers friends in town, although none of them are willing to stay around him longer than a few hours.

-Abilities-

Lug is a warrior at heart, but is able to utilize some shamanic magic, and can affect the weather. Although he's not always able to control it.

Major Strength: Lug wields two large maces, which he uses to attack many people at once.

Minor Strength: Loveable.

Major Weakness: Being taken advantage of, his bleeding heart can by manipulated easily.

Minor Weakness: As an orc, he has difficulty moving upward in society.

[Overlord Thraka]

Gharn

Name: Gharn Werefang

Age: 20

Species: WereLion

Gender: Male

Sexuality: heterosexual.

Description: About 5’10”. Lean and muscular. Fairly handsome with shoulder length blonde hair, however his looks are marred by 4 long scars down the left side of his face. He’s got tribal tattoos running down one arm and across the left side of his chest.
His wereform is massive, a 10ft tall heavily muscled Werelion, his head shifts to that of a anthropomorphic lion and his legs change to cat-like ones. In this form he is capable of lifting nearly 1000s pounds and can tear a man’s head off with his bare paws
He wears tribal breeches that somehow stretch when he shifts, along with several necklaces. He dislikes wearing shoes and doesn’t see the point in shirts.

Personality: Proud, noble, firm, just, angry, violent, savage, shy, oblivious, brave, strong, kind.
Gharn is a proud young man. He’s brave, loyal to a fault but often comes off as arrogant. He doesn’t think much of humans, as his culture views strength above all, and he thinks himself far stronger than any human
After the events of his past, he’s become rather withdrawn, quiet and sometimes just downright unfriendly
He's usually needs things spelled out for him, as most metaphors and innuendos go right over his head. He is very straight-forward and blunt, which sometimes comes off as rudeness. Though he's far from mean, he doesn't think much of humans, viewing them with contempt not unlike a Samurai would to some peasant challenging him. He thinks their ways odd, but is open-minded enough to learn them.
He's also rather shy around females, he was too young to have a girlfriend when he was with his tribe, and now is of mating age. He has little to no experience with women and often acts awkward or shy around those he finds attractive.
He is endlessly brave to the point of stupidity, and often finds himself in situations he has next to no way out of, hence is large number of nasty scars.

Pic of Human form.

-Abilities-

Gharn is a warrior, born and bred. He's an excellent melee fighter, a powerful beast to fight. He's literally a monster and capable of extreme violence. He's also an expert woodsman. He can hunt, track, stalk, craft and just live in general off what nature provides. He doesn't need to trade with humans, but often does so as he's got a sweet tooth.

Major Strengths: Powerful warrior. Woodsman of great expertise. Wields a giant sword over 6 feet long when in Lion form, capable of slashing multiple men in half with a single stroke.

Minor Strength: Friendly.

Major weakness: Gullible and rather simple. Easily fooled, taken advantage of and overly trusting. He'll often work with anyone who is kind to him.

Minor Weakness: Is incredibly shy and awkward around women he finds pretty.

[RoccanIronclad]

Name: Fendren Thraas

Age: 23

Race: Elf

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Unsure

Looks:

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Personality: Fendren is surprisingly sweet despite the stoic and unwavering cynicism, life itself means more to him than he lets on, he wants to preserve life at its finest, yet he also wants to trim the fat of the world that poisons and corrupts it. As long as you are a friend to him he has no issue helping you with what you need, but he will hold a grudge and tends to react violently towards anyone that he has one against.

Background: As a child, Fendren was kidnapped from his home, a cult of dark mages, trying to perform some form of ritual, Fendren wasn't sure what they intended to do with him, but it seemed that it would not be pleasant. The mages tortured him mercilessly, casting constant spells, carving runes and sigils into him and pressing the magic into his very core. It was weeks, weeks that had gone by with nothing but the pain and torture of this magic, all he wanted was to make it end, just for someone to get him out of this place and make them stop.
One morning Fendren awoke to something landing on top of him, he looked to see one of the mages, bleeding and beaten he looked to Fendren and for the first time one of them spoke directly to him, "Hear me boy, everything we did, all your suffering, was to make you great, something perfect, but this will be the best we get." And the man pulled a knife and began to carve into him again, Fendren didn't scream, the pain had long sense began to feel empty, but with an incantation, the scars of the runes began to glow, and the mage looked at him, "What a weapon you would have been." Fendren feared for a moment that whatever the man had done was going to kill him, hide the experiments, but the man laughed his last and slumped to the ground and still Fendren remained, bound and helpless until a man in a bright blue robe came in. The man walked over to the table where Fendren laid, he untied him and sat him up, "Do not worry I bear the dawns light." He held out a hand and divine energy poured from it, but it did nothing to Fendren, the man was visibly concerned, he checked Fendren for a pulse fearing he was undead, but no, he was alive.
Fendren learned over time what the mages had been doing, they were building him into a weapon against the old clerics order, infusing him with magics and wards, the wards had been strong enough that it took a week of rest and bandages just to restore the boys strength. The old Cleric, Duncan, told him much of the men that held him, wizards, seeking power by what ever means they could, during the short travels he had with Duncan, Fendren learned many things including how to wield some of the magic that had been forced upon him, he became proficient with conjuring a spectral bow and arrow with which he practiced often. However it was upon Duncans death that Fendren found purpose, as Duncan and he struck against the evils of magic, Duncan was dealt a fatal blow, Fendren was unable to stop the bleeding all he could do was defend his friend to the end. When the last mage fell, Fendren looked to Duncan, his life had faded some time ago, and now he was alone, left to this purpose, remove the scourge of magic from the world.

Weapons: Fendren is capable of summoning a spectral bow.

Abilities:
- Weapon summoning
- Warded body, Fendren absorbs most minor magical effects, however more powerful spells can wear away the wards.
- Skilled Archer

Weaknesses:
- Distrustful of mages and can become very aggressive or combative with them
- Warded body, Fendren absorbs most minor magical effects, however this means that he cannot be healed by magical means spell or potion.