[OOC] Avalia

[princess]

Winged Hussar

Grzegorz Spadkobierca Kur ⋆ 24 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human


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Appearance

Height:
5'10

Weight:
190 lbs

Hair Color:
Brown

Eye Color:
Blue

Skin Tone:
Caucasian / Slav

Brief Clothes Description:
Polish Winged Hussar Armor
Under padding for pants and clothing
Tall white feathers for the wings, with dark black tips.



Noble ⋆ Fearless ⋆ Natured ⋆ Personality trait 4

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆Horses
⋆Poland
⋆Catholicism

Dislikes:
⋆Islam
⋆Being away from his personal tent and wealth
⋆Being without his horse.

Fears:
⋆Being dismounted
⋆A large ottoman army
⋆deserts, tropical swamps and areas.

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:

"Tomorrow is the day we reach Vienna, we will break the siege the Ottomans hold upon our Christian Brothers." Yelled the young noble, "We will break there lines and shatter their hopes of controlling Europe!" He began to pour his glass as the others passed about ale and such. Liquors of the night, "Mead here my Comrades!" To which he would soon receive.

Grzegorz raised his glass of mead, "We will head out at day break my comrades," he drank along with those around him before heading back into his personal tent, with his lover. And not gonna go any further with that.

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The next morning waking from his slumber, he slid out of his lovers grasp and soon found himself dressing in the dark, and his body soon was dressed in the armor of his people. A thick Steel armor with golden engravings. He felt something on his back, a small hand as his lover held him from behind, they kissed.

"Don't forget to take this with you." a soft voice said from behind him as a helmet was placed over his head.

"Thank you dear..." he said as he let his belt and sword hand as his hand reached back behind him to hold her head for a second.

"Come back to me..."

"I will." he said as he soon left her grasp and he moved out of his tent towards where his horse was posted. He would let his squires and underlings get the tent set before the wagon train moved out.

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Hours later -

He raised his lance up in the air as the signal for attack was given. His horse began to race forward, and thousands of others followed suit, he was the point in the charge. "Charge!" he yelled out as the charge stampeded down onto the flats before the city of Vienna.

He saw the lines grow closer and closer, and he shifted in his mount as he was maybe two hundred yards away from the lines of the enemies, and his lance lowered with thousands of others as the Winged Hussars arrived. He took a deep breath to try calming him, but the anticipation of killing and winning, honor and glory overrode that entirely.

One hundred, fifty, twenty five, five. They arrived as the lances cut through, and shattered on the ranks of the Islamic horde. Breaking through the lines of the outer siege and rampaging. Until he fell out of the world.

Fearful ⋆ Wealthy ⋆ Honorable

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Background

Occupation
Polish Noble - Winged Hussar from the Kur Clan

Living Immediate Family Members:
Unknown

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Unknown

Current Companions:
Horse

Current and Past Lover(s):
Aurelia Pola

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner

History(if you are lazy, list key events in their life or you may elect to be a mysterious character and reveal IC throughout the roleplay.):A noble

Main Strength : Mounted Combat ⋆ Main Weakness : Hard ranged weaponry

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Combat and Magic:

ALL SPECIES ANSWER:

Physical Strengths:
⋆ Strong Upper Body
⋆ Agile
⋆ Well Trained in martial combat

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Isn't that fast without a horse
⋆ He's human
⋆ Bad liver

HUMANS ANSWER:

Ability on Avalia:
Aeromancy

@Jamesyco

This is great. Accepted. Excuse the delay!

[Helo]

Hey sorry it's been a few since my last post, will get something up tomorrow night just been super busy.

[Tae]

The Angel of Death

Hider

Azriel Corbeau ⋆ 26 ⋆ Female ⋆ Demi-Human

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Appearance

Height:

5’9

Weight:

130 lbs

Hair Color:

Raven black

Eye Color:

Yellow

Skin Tone:

Fair

Brief Clothes Description:

Azriel often wears something very similar to the clothing in her photo, however hidden beneath the dress is enchanted mythril armor gifted to her by Aklenroth. It provides a form of magic resistance where magic can still harm her, however it takes more to do so. Along with her clothing she carries a shield and longsword which she is quite skilled with.

Calculating ⋆ Calm ⋆ Ruthless ⋆ Snarky

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆Balance by any means
⋆Flying
⋆Power to defeat those that look down on her

Dislikes:

⋆The other races that treated her like trash
⋆Demi-Humans
⋆Anything that isn't in balance

Fears:

⋆Being proven weak or less than anyone else
⋆Losing the favor of her mentor
⋆Losing the ability to fly

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Azriel isn't exactly social, however she isn't antisocial by any means. She just doesn't go out of her way to make conversation with someone. If someone were to approach her she'll talk to them, however she'll more likely let you do a vast majority of the talking. In her mind she is selfless, however that isn't entirely the case as most people would view it. She believes herself selfless because she's willing to do anything for Umber or even Aklenroth. She won't go out of her way to help someone she doesn't know. She can be cruel and ruthless, never thinking twice about killing someone. Her first instinct in situations is to save herself and Umber, if others can't protect themselves then they are weak and don't deserve to live.

She keeps a calm demeanor most of the time, that is until someone she considers lesser than her tries to treat her as if she was less than them. She won't hesitate to put that person in their place even if that means killing them. However she will kill you in a very calm manner, making her look almost sadistic in a way. She can be very patient in certain situations, like when it comes to hunting someone down. However there is an impatience that shines through when it comes to an enemy begging for their life. She doesn't do begging and pleading and it's a sure way to get yourself killed. She considers herself quite courageous, but she definitely knows when to pull out of a situation. It's better to wait for a more ideal moment in her books than it is to risk getting yourself killed.

Azriel is quite the cunning schemer, a trait which may be a reflection of the raven side of her. She's excellent and finding solutions for situations. Charisma is definitely something she lacks, however, as she doesn't look to manipulate people. She will make her intentions known to you rather quickly, not liking to beat around the bush. She does surprisingly have a sense of humor. It may be a dark one, but it is definitely there. She's quite sound of mind, though some may consider her insane merely due to the fact that she has no qualms about killing someone and will do so without a second thought.

Hateful ⋆ Vengeance ⋆ Loyalty

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Background

Occupation

Wraith

Living Immediate Family Members:

Umber || Mentor/Parental figure

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Both parents || She never knew them nor knew their names

Current Companions:

Umber

Current and Past Lover(s):

N/A

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Umber

History:
Azriel was born into a tough situation in a small village predominantly populated by Light Elves and not the kindest of Light Elves. They looked down on the little Demi-Human family and were not the least bit concerned when their home "mysteriously" caught in fire one night. Her father died and her mother managed to make it out with her baby, but soon perished from the inhalation of smoke. This left tiny Azriel in the hands of the Light Elves.

They decided to keep her and raise her as a "servant" in a manner of speaking. Playing the role of saviours to the poor Demi-Human child. They were anything but saviours, however, breathing her every time she made a mistake. Those mistakes could even be dropping a cup or not waking up early enough. Every time this would happen, her rage festered.

Soon her small, broken child brain decided to try and run away. The plan almost succeeded, however she was caught a few miles outside of the village in the forest. They beat her badly, broke one of her wings, and left her for dead. She would have died if the demon Umber hadn't come across her and taken pity on her. He helped nurse her back to health, get her wing mended, and Azriel swore her life to him. She became a willing disciple, even looking up to Umber as almost a parental figure since she never truly knew her own parents. He trained her to be an expert in dealing death and helped her take her revenge, eradicating the entirety of the small village she grew up in.

She became quite skilled and continued on as a partner with Umber within Aklenroth's ranks. They became his Wraiths, some of his best weapons of death. She even earned the nickname Angel of Death.

Strength: Combat ⋆ Weakness: Magic

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Expert swordsmanship
⋆Hand-to-hand combat
⋆Tracking
⋆Stealth

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆No magical ability so no way to defend herself from that other than her armor
⋆No skill with ranged weapons
⋆Not necessarily considered strong though strong enough to wield a sword, more dexterous than anything

Species of Demi-Human:

Angel

Best Ability from Beast Side:

Flight along with photographic memory and speech mimicry

[FunnyGuy]

Nightmare

Umber

Umber

Umber ⋆ 207 ⋆ Male ⋆ Demon

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Appearance

Height:

6ft 8in

Weight:

230lbs

Hair Color:

None

Eye Color:

Red

Skin Tone:

Black

Brief Clothes Description:

Naked

Equable ⋆ Sadistic ⋆ Manipulative ⋆ Deceptive

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Manipulating Others
⋆ Inflicting Pain
⋆ Conflicted/Broken People

Dislikes:

⋆ Brutish Individuals
⋆ Benevolence
⋆ Sunlight/Brightness

Fears:

⋆ His own death
⋆ Being truly alone

Sexuality:

Nope

Personality:

Umber is, by all means, evil. He sees every person he comes in contact with as something to toy with either physically, mentally, or both. He enjoys having company and enjoys new company even more, but only because he enjoys manipulating or torturing his new or current company. One individual is the exception, Azriel, Umber's disciple, and companion. In most if not all situations, Umber remains calm and collected. He almost comes off as tired or bored and that this is all just a game he's played before. Umber does find intrigue in new things, especially the young and innocent. He sees these people as putty he can mold into something exceptional in his eyes or experiment with how much he can test their limitations until they break apart.

Dark ⋆ Neutral ⋆ Treacherous

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Background

Occupation

Wraith

Living Immediate Family Members:

Unknown

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Unknown

Current Companions:

Azriel Corbeau

Current and Past Lover(s):

None

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Umber is partnered with Azriel, his student in a sense. Umber found Azriel as a broken lonely child and had helped mare her into what claims to be an elegant angel.

History: Umber was birthed on Daka with his first memory being in a dark cave alone. He fed on the fear of smaller creatures as a youngling. As he grew, the demon found the strongest thoughts were the ones produced when one was highly stressed, afraid, angered. Umber couldn't tell you whether or not it was the nature of his abilities that made him so malevolent, but he did know his abilities made it easy to be so.

Umber's only ambition was a desire to feed on strong emotions until he came across a runt among his orc brethren, outcast for his perceived weakness. The runt may have died if it hadn't been for his cleverness. This was one of the few times that Umber found himself intrigued by another. This creature was experiencing a pattern of emotions Umber hadn't felt before. Deep within its deep sorrow was a small ember. Rage. Umber could have just ended the orc's life, but he stoked the flames of rage in his heart. The orc took its revenge by plunging an axe into his former warchief's skull.

Manipulation was far more entertaining and gave Umber far more emotion to feed on. He sought out broken people, outcasts, and those that were just vulnerable enough to steer them in that direction. He still killed from time to time if he couldn't find a worthy prospect to feed on fleeting emotions as his victims died. Umber's prospects never lasted long. Their emotions overtook them or he pushed them too far. Some wouldn't know when to stop, and others quit their goals too soon.

After some time, Umber took a break from the broken and deemed Aklenroth an ally he should have. He'd be able to venture further under the Lich King's rule as he championed demons. Umber knew he was a member of a powerful species, but demons were rarely united. Umber hunted many enemies for the Lich King and spread fear throughout Avalia.. He served Aklenroth for years before he came across someone intriguing. She was a child. So young but she had the ember that flickered in the deep pit of sorrow. Her name was Azriel Corbeau and she became the most successful prospect yet. The lonely child that trailed behind him grew to become a deadly partner at his side. She got her revenge, she made a name for herself, and better yet, she had control over the rage that burned within her heart. A rage that Umber had stoked, but Azriel now commanded. The two are known as Aklenroth's Wraiths, delivering death to the Lich King's enemies.

Special Ability: Telekinesis ⋆ Strength: Elusiveness ⋆ Weakness: Close Combat + Light

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆ Umber naturally stronger than smaller beings
⋆ Can maneuver swiftly despite his size

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆ Has an aversion to sunlight or powerful light
⋆ No armor
⋆ Lacking in close physical combat

Subspecies: Umber is a demon that possesses psionic based abilities while lacking the ability for effective close combat. Umber is unable to audibly speak but instead speaks telepathically. He has the ability to telepathically pick up thoughts heavily tied to emotions (ex. Dues Vult!) and emotions themselves. Umber can induce short term hallucinations in others using their own thoughts and emotions or his own imagination. He can only induce these illusions after picking up emotions from another. The more emotion, the more effective the hallucination.

Umber is incapable of teleporting more than 10 feet from his position and uses this ability for evasion and disorienting rather than travel.

Best Ability:

⋆ Telekinesis - The basics; pull, push, lift, deflect, and redirect.

[princess]

@FunnyGuy@Tae

You guys did a really good job. Accepted

[Jamesyco]

Hans Hommenmann

Name and Art/Anime Picture. Customize to how you wish
Hans Hommenmann ⋆ 19 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

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Appearance

Height:
5’8

Weight:
100sihlbs

Hair Color:
Blonde

Eye Color:
Blue

Skin Tone:
Pale

Brief Clothes Description:
Panzer SS tank commander uniform
German SS flat top cap
German SS Commander field cap
Radio Headgear
Stahlhelm - Black W/ SS Insignia
SS Dagger

Hopeful ⋆ Cunning ⋆ Compassionate ⋆ Strong-Willed
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Psychology

Likes:
⋆Mein Kampf
⋆Germany
⋆His tank crew

Dislikes:
⋆Russians
⋆Cities that are compact
⋆Winter

Fears:
⋆Russians
⋆Snow
⋆Urban areas

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:
It was dawn and he was ordered to move, he did not say anything back as he feared reparation from his commander. He hadn’t eaten, his crew, the five other boys that were maybe fifteen or sixteen sat below them with what was left of their ration. The small stove they had in the large tank was going with what was left of the wood stockpile.

“The Grumman will bring some more food once we get there… he knows you are Germany's future and is prioritizing us with what’s left of the ratons until we get close to Berlin, it should be a quick drive through the forest, and we shouldn’t encounter anything.” he said smiling a false smile. He had lied to them, hopefully to keep spirits up, there was a possibility of being bombed or going through a soviet ambush.

The tank lurched forward.

Several hours later, they were near, and the only thing he could hear is the engine and churning of the tracks as the heavy Tiger II pushed through the muddy road on it’s way to Berlin he must reinforce the outer defenses. He was thankful that his family lived on the Rhine, hopefully the British and Americans would take favor on his family. The soviets were like barbarians with what they could do.

He looked around outside the tank and smiled as his crew was enjoying not getting shot at when he heard a loud crack and his body shook as metal hit metal. The tank lurched, “To the right!” he yelled out as he ducked into the turret some, “IS to the right, turn the tank to the right thirty five degrees, quickly!” he yelled as the turret had already started to turn as quick as it could and the tank turned as well to face its opponent. “Aim below the turret, go go, Loss loss!” he yelled as his tank thundered as the 8’8 cm gun fired. “Load High Explosive Anti Tank, quickly, get another shell off.” he yelled out as bullets began to ping off the tanks side. “Otto, call in Russian formation moving upon us… We are five miles from the outpost, we need reinforcements.” he said as he closed his eyes and listened to the shouting. He took the MP40 and he peeked his head out for a second before he sprayed the field to the right of his tank.

The tank shuttered as it was hit once again, “Start getting out of the tank, scuttle her and leave out the bottom… hopefully they won’t look under if they are dumb enough.” he said as he looked up, and he kept shooting as another shell hit the side of the turret and bounced off. It shook the tank. “We are surrounded!” he yelled out as he looked all around him. “Go go… get under!” he yelled out as he kept shooting out the hatch towards where the infantry was coming from. The gunner and loader were still shooting. He looked at the two and bonked on one the head, “Go now!” he yelled as the two went through the hatch before he went down and he pulled it back up and he locked it. He went back up to the hatch reloading and finishing that clip as he felt the shaking, and there was a crack.

There was an explosion a second later and he felt like he was getting lifted into the air, he felt the turret as well. ‘Well I am frozen in time flying through the sky.’

Heroic ⋆ Too Young ⋆ Hard

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Background

Occupation
Sturmführer of the 1st SS Panzer Division Leibstandarte
Sturmmann of the 14th Panzer Division

Living Immediate Family Members:
NA

Dead Immediate Family Members:
NA

Current Companions:
NA

Current and Past Lover(s):
Brunhilda Y’grinhammel

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner - New

History :Mainly Find Out IC
Stalingrad
Eastern front

Special Ability (NA may find later) ⋆ Ranged attack/ballistics ⋆ Urban fighting

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Combat and Magic:
Physical Strengths:
⋆Young
⋆Thin
⋆Strong bones

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆Frostbitten
⋆Starved
⋆Extreme lack of sleep

Ability on Avalia:
Pyromancy

[princess]

@Jamesyco he's good to go!

[Dezuel]

The hero Avalia needs

Terneus Andros ⋆ 776 years ⋆ Male ⋆ Light Elf

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Height:
185cm

Weight:
65kg

Hair Color:
Silvery white

Eye Color:
Icy Blue

Skin Tone:
Pale

Brief Clothes Description:
Finely tailored elven garments suitable for a king, his attire is mainly white and red, with silvery metal decorations to it. He prefers to dress in clothing which increases his shoulder width and emphasizes his stature and beauty.

His overall wardrobe seems like the clothes were just made the day before.

Deranged ⋆ Paranoid ⋆ Overambitious ⋆ Steadfast

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Himself and his own achievements
⋆ Flattery
⋆ Purity

Dislikes:
⋆ Unclean things
⋆ When people fail to live up to his expectations
⋆ Getting dirtied

Fears:
⋆ Disfigurement
⋆ Being taken captive
⋆ His magic becoming ineffective

Sexuality:
Narciscist

Personality:

⋆ Terneus speaks when he considers that others have a great need of hearing what brilliant things he has to say.
⋆ He justifies all things he does is for the sake of his elven brethren and also believes in it himself, but he is ultimately selfish and desires to achieve greatness at the expense of not only his enemies but his allies too.
⋆ Terneus is as mean as mean goes, he seldom displays kindness. If he does, then it is a very good reason to be scared, because then you have something which he desires.
⋆ He would never consider saving anyone else before himself. To him, his own survival comes first and foremost.

⋆ Terneus likes to view himself as a calm and collected person, but in reality he is fierce tempered and prone to outrages, sometimes over the smallest of things.
⋆ Despite his temper, he is patient when it comes to biding his time and dealing with individuals he does not like. Especially if they outnumber him heavily or are, gods forbid... more powerful.
⋆ Terneus likes to uphold himself as a honorable, brave and rightious champion. But in reality he makes good use of underhanded tactics as long as he can explain it away. He will never use poisons however.
⋆ He gets only nervous when theres creatures nearby which may pose a threat to his life. But overall he is very arrogant and looks down on people.
⋆ While not being quick at running, he is quick at reacting to things. Usually by yelling or showing his displeasure to unpleasant surprises by violently unleashing his magic in retaliation.


⋆ In Terneus world, he is the most intelligent of all. When it comes down to it, he is quite cunning but not to the degree he seems to think.
⋆ He believes his own face to be the most beautiful thing in the world, those who are not fascinated by his appearance or words are just blind as far as hes concerned. In reality he is not overly bad as a leader, but his subjects are not destined to live long and healthy lives.
⋆ Terneus may laugh to himself in a very unbearable way to things which are not generally funny to anyone else. If he says a joke himself, he will ofcourse laugh at it and expect others to do so aswell. Or else.
⋆ He is very deranged.
⋆ Terneus may appear as a very lazy individual, but he does in fact possess an excessive amount of energy. Which he generally keeps in reserve for his outbursts and fights.

Exploitive ⋆ Ambitious ⋆ Secretive
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Background

Occupation:
Governor of the light elves

Living Immediate Family Members:
Younger brother

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Father (Deceased, executed under Terneus order for failing to attain victory over Aklenroth and also for being unable to find a cure for his mother. Though in public it is widely known he executed his own father for treason against the king.)
Mother (Died from a dark curse)
Older brother (Died in a failed attempt to kill Aklenroth)
Twin sister (Killed by dark elves in the war where Aklenroth seized the throne)

Current Companions:
Androsian knights (12 members) (The two most distinct members is his closest advisor whose merely around to compliment him on his ideas, the other is his second in command. Who happens to be quite new to his position after the former leader failed to carry out his mission. No one knows how many leaders there has been.)

Current and Past Lover(s):
Himself

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Is currently leading a group of knights in search for DROM's and humans. To most people it would seem that he is doing Aklenroth's bidding, but he is secretly after them himself for other reasons.

History:

To be revealed... soon

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Physical Strengths:
⋆ High resistance to darker forms of magic
⋆ Very low strain from using his own magic
⋆ Unconventional fighting expert (Uses a large steel mirror for combat)

The mirror itself is sharpened around the corners incircling it in metal, the middle of it is of a strong reflective mirrorlike material, but also serves as a spyglass that can be used at a far distance or further amplify light magic if fired through it. The glass-like material seems to be near indestructible like diamond, meaning the mirror can also be used as a smaller shield to block projectiles.

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Inability to disguise himself by mundane means. Everyone knows who he is. For better or worse.
⋆ Easily encumbered, cannot carry others or heavier things.
⋆ Terrible runner.

Subspecies: Light Elf

Best Abilities: Photokinesis

[princess]

The hero Avalia needs

Terneus Andros ⋆ 776 years ⋆ Male ⋆ Light Elf

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Height:
185cm

Weight:
65kg

Hair Color:
Silvery white

Eye Color:
Icy Blue

Skin Tone:
Pale

Brief Clothes Description:
Finely tailored elven garments suitable for a king, his attire is mainly white and red, with silvery metal decorations to it. He prefers to dress in clothing which increases his shoulder width and emphasizes his stature and beauty.

His overall wardrobe seems like the clothes were just made the day before.

Deranged ⋆ Paranoid ⋆ Overambitious ⋆ Steadfast

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Himself and his own achievements
⋆ Flattery
⋆ Purity

Dislikes:
⋆ Unclean things
⋆ When people fail to live up to his expectations
⋆ Getting dirtied

Fears:
⋆ Disfigurement
⋆ Being taken captive
⋆ His magic becoming ineffective

Sexuality:
Narciscist

Personality:

⋆ Terneus speaks when he considers that others have a great need of hearing what brilliant things he has to say.
⋆ He justifies all things he does is for the sake of his elven brethren and also believes in it himself, but he is ultimately selfish and desires to achieve greatness at the expense of not only his enemies but his allies too.
⋆ Terneus is as mean as mean goes, he seldom displays kindness. If he does, then it is a very good reason to be scared, because then you have something which he desires.
⋆ He would never consider saving anyone else before himself. To him, his own survival comes first and foremost.

⋆ Terneus likes to view himself as a calm and collected person, but in reality he is fierce tempered and prone to outrages, sometimes over the smallest of things.
⋆ Despite his temper, he is patient when it comes to biding his time and dealing with individuals he does not like. Especially if they outnumber him heavily or are, gods forbid... more powerful.
⋆ Terneus likes to uphold himself as a honorable, brave and rightious champion. But in reality he makes good use of underhanded tactics as long as he can explain it away. He will never use poisons however.
⋆ He gets only nervous when theres creatures nearby which may pose a threat to his life. But overall he is very arrogant and looks down on people.
⋆ While not being quick at running, he is quick at reacting to things. Usually by yelling or showing his displeasure to unpleasant surprises by violently unleashing his magic in retaliation.


⋆ In Terneus world, he is the most intelligent of all. When it comes down to it, he is quite cunning but not to the degree he seems to think.
⋆ He believes his own face to be the most beautiful thing in the world, those who are not fascinated by his appearance or words are just blind as far as hes concerned. In reality he is not overly bad as a leader, but his subjects are not destined to live long and healthy lives.
⋆ Terneus may laugh to himself in a very unbearable way to things which are not generally funny to anyone else. If he says a joke himself, he will ofcourse laugh at it and expect others to do so aswell. Or else.
⋆ He is very deranged.
⋆ Terneus may appear as a very lazy individual, but he does in fact possess an excessive amount of energy. Which he generally keeps in reserve for his outbursts and fights.

Exploitive ⋆ Ambitious ⋆ Secretive
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Background

Occupation:
Governor of the light elves

Living Immediate Family Members:
Younger brother

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Father (Deceased, executed under Terneus order for failing to attain victory over Aklenroth and also for being unable to find a cure for his mother. Though in public it is widely known he executed his own father for treason against the king.)
Mother (Died from a dark curse)
Older brother (Died in a failed attempt to kill Aklenroth)
Twin sister (Killed by dark elves in the war where Aklenroth seized the throne)

Current Companions:
Androsian knights (12 members) (The two most distinct members is his closest advisor whose merely around to compliment him on his ideas, the other is his second in command. Who happens to be quite new to his position after the former leader failed to carry out his mission. No one knows how many leaders there has been.)

Current and Past Lover(s):
Himself

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Is currently leading a group of knights in search for DROM's and humans. To most people it would seem that he is doing Aklenroth's bidding, but he is secretly after them himself for other reasons.

History:

To be revealed... soon

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Physical Strengths:
⋆ High resistance to darker forms of magic
⋆ Very low strain from using his own magic
⋆ Unconventional fighting expert (Uses a large steel mirror for combat)

The mirror itself is sharpened around the corners incircling it in metal, the middle of it is of a strong reflective mirrorlike material, but also serves as a spyglass that can be used at a far distance or further amplify light magic if fired through it. The glass-like material seems to be near indestructible like diamond, meaning the mirror can also be used as a smaller shield to block projectiles.

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Inability to disguise himself by mundane means. Everyone knows who he is. For better or worse.
⋆ Easily encumbered, cannot carry others or heavier things.
⋆ Terrible runner.

Subspecies: Light Elf

Best Abilities: Photokinesis

@Dezuel

Wow. Our very own hero! LOL He's good.

[Helo]

A cold boi, for later use

Bowyn Elmwood

Bowyn Elmwood ⋆ 27 ⋆ Male ⋆ Winter Fairy

Appearance
Height:

5’8

Weight:

125lbs

Hair Color:

Shades of silver and pale blue

Eye Color:

Light blue with a silver snowflake pattern in the iris

Skin Tone:

Fair

Brief Clothes Description:

Bowyn sprouts a pair of dark blue horns from his temples a couple of inches long, his wings are insect like and look almost like stained glass with darker shades of blue nearest his body gradually growing lighter until the almost white at the edges, with black, exoskeleton like, structures separating shades of color. He normally wears long and dark blue fur trimmed hooded coat, handmade, that has seen better days and has been frequently mended in places by Bowyn’s less than skilled hands. A dark gray shirt underneath, dark trousers, and dark brown leather boots. He nears a silver ring on his finger and an usually feminine silver locket underneath his shirt with a picture of him and a lover long gone. He also carries a bow and quiver of arrows, a small knife in his boot, and a dagger at his side.

Self-Serving ⋆ Cold ⋆ Resilient ⋆ Willful

Psychology

Likes:

⋆The cold, winter, and ice
⋆Theft
⋆Shiny things
⋆Ice sculpting
⋆Hunting
⋆Sweets
⋆Mead

Dislikes:

⋆Hot climates
⋆Dark Elves
⋆Dragons
⋆Violence
⋆Forest fairies and their sunny dispositions
⋆Bright lights/Overpowering sunshine
⋆Undead

Fears:

⋆Fire’s that are not contained/Burning to death
⋆Death
⋆Loss of freedom
⋆Dragons

Sexuality:

Faithful to a dead woman

Personality:

Bowyn likes to think of himself as “not really a people person,” leaning more towards an introverted and loner nature but mostly due to his extreme distrust of others. He expects the worst from people and once they fail him, he doesn’t offer second chances, preferring to write them off as not worth his time. His closest friend is a merlin named Boreas and while it is an extremely lonely existence, he has decided it’s safer that way. Bowyn looks out for himself, just as he has for most of his life, and only keeps others around him if they are useful in some way. A life of having to depend on himself has taught him that no one else will look out for his interest so that is his top priority. Although he rarely goes out of his way to be intentionally cruel without cause, he lacks a filter, saying whatever’s on his mind to the point of brutal honesty and doesn’t ever go for a tactful approach. He will do whatever he has to do for survival, if that means leaving another in danger then he will. Attachments are dangerous, other people will get you killed, and Bowyn plans to die of old age rather than another's carelessness. A younger Bowyn was much kinder, more willing to sacrifice, and as he now sees it, much weaker. He is still capable of kindness, if he has something to spare, giving to one less fortunate is acceptable to him, but no longer would help another to the detriment of himself.

To Bowyn bravery is not a virtue, but rather more easily equated to foolishness. If that makes him a coward so be it, he would rather be cowardly than dead. He tends to be level headed, thinking things through before he acts and very rarely resorting to violence these days. He tends to be mostly bark and very little bite when it comes to his temper, while his words can be cold and cruel he has little taste for violence, preferring to walk away from confrontation, there is very little he’d risk life or injury, and fighting over a disagreement is something he’d see as not worth his time or effort. Bowyn is patient, willing to wait for what he wants, and for the most part seems calm to the point of being apathetic to most things. Bowyn is a survivor, if after all he’s lost, he stops surviving, then everything he lost was for nothing, and he can’t let it be for nothing. So, he keeps going, he digs down deep and does whatever is necessary to keep going. Bowyn has put such an emphasis on his survival, and on blurring the pain of his past, that he has grown too numb to thrive. He cuts himself off from attachments with others out of fear; either of possible betrayal or of experiencing more loss.

There are many of his kind who would think Bowyn a bit insane; spending his time talking to a bird and stealing shiny trinkets just to look at them. His own grief and unwillingness to ever truly deal with it, has certainly affected his mental state; he hates himself for having let another die in his place, he lives so that their sacrifice isn’t in vain, but he gets no joy from life. His melancholy aura has tainted his once charismatic nature, others find him draining to be around which suits his self-induced exile anyway. His humor is often bleak and sarcastic, though the only one he currently shares his dark humor with is a bird who somehow manages to put up with him. Although not classically educated, Bowyn is no simpleton, he excels at problem solving and critical thinking, especially when his survival is dependent on it.

Background

Difficult ⋆ Painful ⋆ Isolated

Occupation

Thief

Living Immediate Family Members:

None

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Toth-a surrogate brother

Current Companions:

Boreas, a merlin

Boreas

Boreas is a small but fierce merlin, exceptionally loyal and much more practical than his fae friend. They share brutal honesty in common, as well as strong survival skills, but Boreas is more prone to friendliness and playfulness. He takes great joy in the small things; a successful hunt and full belly, a good nights rest, and his greatest joy, flight.

Current and Past Lover(s):

Aeryn Snowflower(Deceased)

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Loner

History:

Bowyn was found as an infant; cold, hungry, and alone, left in at the large elm doors of the village orphanage. Like the other orphaned children his surname was Elmwood, signifying his beginnings as a orphaned child, a status that followed him well into adulthood. Here was where he grew up alongside the other fae children who had been either abandoned or whose families had died. Although most winter fae were poor, Bowyn and the other orphans got by on scraps and donations from the already impoverished village. Winter fairies already had so little to begin with; a frozen territory that made most farming difficult, and so close to Daka, and the dark elves, they were constantly under the thumb of the Lich. Dark elves frequently stole winter fairies from their lands, rumored to be used in experiments by the king, and over the years his people learned that fighting back got you nowhere good. Being so close to Daka also meant that they were ruled much harsher than the kingdoms further away, any signs of insurrection were viciously stomped out, and growing up here meant knowing that your life was subject to the whims of the King. The dragons frequently strayed from the island to hunt on their lands going after the reindeer that many winter fae relied on for food or thinning out the herds that the luckily few relied on for livelihood. Although their magic was fairly powerful the winter court was kept in such a state of poverty that all their energy was focused on survival rather than their subjugation. Raising one’s status was nearly impossible here, and the social classes almost never intermingled.

A young Bowyn grew so accustomed to hunger that eventually, like it did for most of his kin, it became a dull ach so that he was only minorly aware of the sensation. He learned to steal from an early age as a means of survival, starting with food, and quickly found that he was good at it. He would share what he had with the other orphaned children, as they had all become like family to one another. When he was ten one of the older boys, Toth, began taking him hunting with him. They started with smaller game at first but as they got older, they moved on to bigger things such as reindeer and even boar. Every now and again they would trade furs, hides, and bones from their kills at Domoros, the nearby wealthy Demi-Human city. Bowyn was jealous of all the prosperity he saw in Domoros, he gladly helped himself to whatever he could fit into his pockets while he was there, and frequently brought back stolen sweets to the younger children. He was fourteen when his friend Toth died, gored by a boar during a hunt, and Bowyn took up the mantle of looking out for the weaker and younger children of the orphanage.

After Toth’s death He decided he would not let himself be weak, although scarcity of food was a huge limit to what he could do, he trained himself from a thin boy into lean muscled wiry young man. He also focused on training with his cryokinesis, neglecting most of zooliguisim and healing in favor of more offensive magic. He kept training, hunting, and stealing, finetuning his skills and making sure he was strong enough to help those around him who needed it. At sixteen he left the orphanage and began working in tavern assisting the cook. He also began creating large ice sculptures out front, drawing in crowds to the tavern, and Bowyn found he had an artistic gift for it. Few winter fae had time to waste on arts, but since it brought in business, his employer encouraged him to continue with his passion. He made just enough money to rent himself a small room and continued to bring food to the orphanage after his hunts or sweets on his way back from trading. Now and then he would even be commissioned to create ice sculptures for the more noble born winter fae and other nobles nearby for their parties. It was through these commissioned works that Bowyn met her.

She had hair like white gold, long and shimmery, and eyes like emeralds bright enough to lite up his entire world. He quickly learned that her name was Aeryn, and she was firey and hopeful, unlike anyone else he’d ever known. Over the course of a few days Bowyn feel fast and hard. He was creating several large reindeer sculptures for the wealthy Snowflower family, as they owned the largest herd, and their daughter, Aeyrn, loved to watch him work. The two grew incredibly close, even after his work was finished, and for once he was truly happy with his lot in life. It wasn’t simple, he was a poor orphan and her family was one of the few that did well in the winter court. He couldn’t afford nice gifts but he would steal small shiny trinkets from Domoros, and while Aeryn would scold him for stealing her eyes always gave away how much she loved them, and she always kept his gifts. Her family never thought him good enough, he parents and her older brother Rhyden never saw him as a worthy suitor. It hurt, knowing that others would always see him as less than due to the life he’d been born into, but Aeyrn never made him feel that way. When they were together, they were always equals, family and means didn’t matter, and what they shared was enough for both of them. All Bowyn wanted was to marry and build the family that he never had, but he wanted a way to be accepted by Aeyrn’s family first, he didn’t want her to lose what she had and he knew the schism between her and her family hurt her too.

When a handful of children from the village where taken by Dark Elves, Bowyn thought he had his chance to prove his worth. He joined up with a handful of other men from the village in hopes of rescuing the children before they crossed over to Daka. He thought if he succeeded her family would see he was brave and he’d be respected as a hero but Aeyrn was worried he’d never come back. He went with the men and they soon caught up with the dark elves to make their stand. A small fight broke out on the edge of winter fae territory between hardened dark elf soldiers and idealistic young winter fae men who had had enough. Bowyn watched so many of his kin slaughtered and he too thought he was done for as well. After taking a handful of arrows and then a fatal hit of dark magic he lay, dying, in the snow.

Then somehow, she was there, Aeryn, by his side healing his wounds. Bowyn begged for her leave him, screaming and choking on blood, but she stayed, healing him until he was well enough to run. As soon as he could stand, he grabbed her hand and tried to flee with her but she was so weak from the magic she had used. The elves attack continued, arrows flew, and as he tried to carry her but he was still too weak and she was hit by dark magic. Aeryn collapsed, left without strength to continue further, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave her. Her voice, barely a whisper pleaded with him to go, to live, as she died in his arms. All Bowyn wanted to do was die there next to her but he found the strength to run. He ran deep into the forests until he couldn’t run any longer and collapsed. Later, when he awoke, he was alone, but he had made a promise to live and so even though it was the last thing he wanted to do, he kept going but in the confusion of battle he had gotten so turned around that he found himself lost. After some time wandering a Merlin helped him to find his way home.

Upon returning to his village he learned what Aeryn’s brother had done, hoping to rid his family of his sister’s unworthy suitor he had sent word to the dark elves of the attack, and in return the village was spared further retribution. After that Bowyn turned his back on all his people, no one could be trusted and if he were to keep his word and stay alive, then he would give no one the chance to betray him. His once kind spirit was hardened, as if a layer of permafrost now covered his very heart, and Bowyn now promised himself he would never grow close to another. He left his village to live in self-imposed exile in the woods, hunting for what he needed and going to other towns to trade but never setting foot inside his home again. Deep in the forest he began spending all of his spare time creating ice sculptures of Aeryn, desperate to be able to see her face once more, and afraid that time would ebb away at the memories of her. Despite his best efforts time eventual did, he found he could no longer recall the exact shape of her lips, the angle of her ears, and the details of her wings. Worst of all was the way a sculpture could never quite capture the spark of hope in her eyes and that too faded from his mind.

His only true companion has been the merlin who helped him find his way home, and while he neglected his zooliguisim to the point where it was non-existent after so much time with this bird it remains the only animal he can converse with. He has since worked on his healing some, tending to his own injuries rather than subject himself to some other fae healer and while his work is nowhere near good, it is passable. His cryokinesis remains his strongest magical skill although even that is practiced less than his thieving skills nowadays. Bowyn still indulges in his kleptomaniac tendencies, stealing shiny trinkets that remind him of Aeryn in some way, and surrounding his shelters with them. After a time, sculpting no longer soothed him, the sculptures themselves were becoming poorer imitations and he sought out other ways to ease his pain. He found occasionally he catches glimpses of her through the use of hallucinogens bought through Domoros’s black market, but in order to afford them he needed to do more than hunt and occasionally trade. So Bowyn relied on his only other skill, stealing. He eventually connected with other, less than savory, individuals, stealing things of value, and found this also helped to distract his mind. Although he frequently worked with and dealt with the same individuals Bowyn considers none of them friends, only keeping around those who have purpose to him and never really trusting them.

Boreas, however, sees this as an improvement as at least his damaged friend now talks to more than just ice sculptures and a bird. Boreas also lost his mate the night the winter fae fought with the dark elves, a stray arrow leaving only one of a bonded pair. The lone merlin then bonded with a sad lost fairy who shared a similar fate. Boreas, being a bird and much more practical than a fairy, healed well with time but found his friend unable to move on. So, the merlin stayed with Bowyn, choosing friendship over a natural bird life. At first he found it difficult to resist natures call to find another of his kind but he found the look of despair in his friends eyes made it too difficult to leave. Boreas tries his best to help the fairy move on, although the creature is awfully stubborn, he continues to push Bowyn towards civilization in the hope that eventually the fairy will be able to live with his own kind again.

Special Ability: Cryokinesis ⋆
Main Strength: Speed/Endurance ⋆ Main Weakness: Close Combat

Physical Strengths:

⋆Speed/Endurance
⋆Tracking
⋆Stealth

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Warmer climates/Heat
⋆Iron
⋆A fair fight

Subspecies:

Winter Fae

Best Abilities:

Cryokinesis

[princess]

A cold boi, for later use

Bowyn Elmwood

Bowyn Elmwood ⋆ 27 ⋆ Male ⋆ Winter Fairy

Appearance
Height:

5’8

Weight:

125lbs

Hair Color:

Shades of silver and pale blue

Eye Color:

Light blue with a silver snowflake pattern in the iris

Skin Tone:

Fair

Brief Clothes Description:

Bowyn sprouts a pair of dark blue horns from his temples a couple of inches long, his wings are insect like and look almost like stained glass with darker shades of blue nearest his body gradually growing lighter until the almost white at the edges, with black, exoskeleton like, structures separating shades of color. He normally wears long and dark blue fur trimmed hooded coat, handmade, that has seen better days and has been frequently mended in places by Bowyn’s less than skilled hands. A dark gray shirt underneath, dark trousers, and dark brown leather boots. He nears a silver ring on his finger and an usually feminine silver locket underneath his shirt with a picture of him and a lover long gone. He also carries a bow and quiver of arrows, a small knife in his boot, and a dagger at his side.

Self-Serving ⋆ Cold ⋆ Resilient ⋆ Willful

Psychology

Likes:

⋆The cold, winter, and ice
⋆Theft
⋆Shiny things
⋆Ice sculpting
⋆Hunting
⋆Sweets
⋆Mead

Dislikes:

⋆Hot climates
⋆Dark Elves
⋆Dragons
⋆Violence
⋆Forest fairies and their sunny dispositions
⋆Bright lights/Overpowering sunshine
⋆Undead

Fears:

⋆Fire’s that are not contained/Burning to death
⋆Death
⋆Loss of freedom
⋆Dragons

Sexuality:

Faithful to a dead woman

Personality:

Bowyn likes to think of himself as “not really a people person,” leaning more towards an introverted and loner nature but mostly due to his extreme distrust of others. He expects the worst from people and once they fail him, he doesn’t offer second chances, preferring to write them off as not worth his time. His closest friend is a merlin named Boreas and while it is an extremely lonely existence, he has decided it’s safer that way. Bowyn looks out for himself, just as he has for most of his life, and only keeps others around him if they are useful in some way. A life of having to depend on himself has taught him that no one else will look out for his interest so that is his top priority. Although he rarely goes out of his way to be intentionally cruel without cause, he lacks a filter, saying whatever’s on his mind to the point of brutal honesty and doesn’t ever go for a tactful approach. He will do whatever he has to do for survival, if that means leaving another in danger then he will. Attachments are dangerous, other people will get you killed, and Bowyn plans to die of old age rather than another's carelessness. A younger Bowyn was much kinder, more willing to sacrifice, and as he now sees it, much weaker. He is still capable of kindness, if he has something to spare, giving to one less fortunate is acceptable to him, but no longer would help another to the detriment of himself.

To Bowyn bravery is not a virtue, but rather more easily equated to foolishness. If that makes him a coward so be it, he would rather be cowardly than dead. He tends to be level headed, thinking things through before he acts and very rarely resorting to violence these days. He tends to be mostly bark and very little bite when it comes to his temper, while his words can be cold and cruel he has little taste for violence, preferring to walk away from confrontation, there is very little he’d risk life or injury, and fighting over a disagreement is something he’d see as not worth his time or effort. Bowyn is patient, willing to wait for what he wants, and for the most part seems calm to the point of being apathetic to most things. Bowyn is a survivor, if after all he’s lost, he stops surviving, then everything he lost was for nothing, and he can’t let it be for nothing. So, he keeps going, he digs down deep and does whatever is necessary to keep going. Bowyn has put such an emphasis on his survival, and on blurring the pain of his past, that he has grown too numb to thrive. He cuts himself off from attachments with others out of fear; either of possible betrayal or of experiencing more loss.

There are many of his kind who would think Bowyn a bit insane; spending his time talking to a bird and stealing shiny trinkets just to look at them. His own grief and unwillingness to ever truly deal with it, has certainly affected his mental state; he hates himself for having let another die in his place, he lives so that their sacrifice isn’t in vain, but he gets no joy from life. His melancholy aura has tainted his once charismatic nature, others find him draining to be around which suits his self-induced exile anyway. His humor is often bleak and sarcastic, though the only one he currently shares his dark humor with is a bird who somehow manages to put up with him. Although not classically educated, Bowyn is no simpleton, he excels at problem solving and critical thinking, especially when his survival is dependent on it.

Background

Difficult ⋆ Painful ⋆ Isolated

Occupation

Thief

Living Immediate Family Members:

None

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Toth-a surrogate brother

Current Companions:

Boreas, a merlin

Boreas

Boreas is a small but fierce merlin, exceptionally loyal and much more practical than his fae friend. They share brutal honesty in common, as well as strong survival skills, but Boreas is more prone to friendliness and playfulness. He takes great joy in the small things; a successful hunt and full belly, a good nights rest, and his greatest joy, flight.

Current and Past Lover(s):

Aeryn Snowflower(Deceased)

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Loner

History:

Bowyn was found as an infant; cold, hungry, and alone, left in at the large elm doors of the village orphanage. Like the other orphaned children his surname was Elmwood, signifying his beginnings as a orphaned child, a status that followed him well into adulthood. Here was where he grew up alongside the other fae children who had been either abandoned or whose families had died. Although most winter fae were poor, Bowyn and the other orphans got by on scraps and donations from the already impoverished village. Winter fairies already had so little to begin with; a frozen territory that made most farming difficult, and so close to Daka, and the dark elves, they were constantly under the thumb of the Lich. Dark elves frequently stole winter fairies from their lands, rumored to be used in experiments by the king, and over the years his people learned that fighting back got you nowhere good. Being so close to Daka also meant that they were ruled much harsher than the kingdoms further away, any signs of insurrection were viciously stomped out, and growing up here meant knowing that your life was subject to the whims of the King. The dragons frequently strayed from the island to hunt on their lands going after the reindeer that many winter fae relied on for food or thinning out the herds that the luckily few relied on for livelihood. Although their magic was fairly powerful the winter court was kept in such a state of poverty that all their energy was focused on survival rather than their subjugation. Raising one’s status was nearly impossible here, and the social classes almost never intermingled.

A young Bowyn grew so accustomed to hunger that eventually, like it did for most of his kin, it became a dull ach so that he was only minorly aware of the sensation. He learned to steal from an early age as a means of survival, starting with food, and quickly found that he was good at it. He would share what he had with the other orphaned children, as they had all become like family to one another. When he was ten one of the older boys, Toth, began taking him hunting with him. They started with smaller game at first but as they got older, they moved on to bigger things such as reindeer and even boar. Every now and again they would trade furs, hides, and bones from their kills at Domoros, the nearby wealthy Demi-Human city. Bowyn was jealous of all the prosperity he saw in Domoros, he gladly helped himself to whatever he could fit into his pockets while he was there, and frequently brought back stolen sweets to the younger children. He was fourteen when his friend Toth died, gored by a boar during a hunt, and Bowyn took up the mantle of looking out for the weaker and younger children of the orphanage.

After Toth’s death He decided he would not let himself be weak, although scarcity of food was a huge limit to what he could do, he trained himself from a thin boy into lean muscled wiry young man. He also focused on training with his cryokinesis, neglecting most of zooliguisim and healing in favor of more offensive magic. He kept training, hunting, and stealing, finetuning his skills and making sure he was strong enough to help those around him who needed it. At sixteen he left the orphanage and began working in tavern assisting the cook. He also began creating large ice sculptures out front, drawing in crowds to the tavern, and Bowyn found he had an artistic gift for it. Few winter fae had time to waste on arts, but since it brought in business, his employer encouraged him to continue with his passion. He made just enough money to rent himself a small room and continued to bring food to the orphanage after his hunts or sweets on his way back from trading. Now and then he would even be commissioned to create ice sculptures for the more noble born winter fae and other nobles nearby for their parties. It was through these commissioned works that Bowyn met her.

She had hair like white gold, long and shimmery, and eyes like emeralds bright enough to lite up his entire world. He quickly learned that her name was Aeryn, and she was firey and hopeful, unlike anyone else he’d ever known. Over the course of a few days Bowyn feel fast and hard. He was creating several large reindeer sculptures for the wealthy Snowflower family, as they owned the largest herd, and their daughter, Aeyrn, loved to watch him work. The two grew incredibly close, even after his work was finished, and for once he was truly happy with his lot in life. It wasn’t simple, he was a poor orphan and her family was one of the few that did well in the winter court. He couldn’t afford nice gifts but he would steal small shiny trinkets from Domoros, and while Aeryn would scold him for stealing her eyes always gave away how much she loved them, and she always kept his gifts. Her family never thought him good enough, he parents and her older brother Rhyden never saw him as a worthy suitor. It hurt, knowing that others would always see him as less than due to the life he’d been born into, but Aeyrn never made him feel that way. When they were together, they were always equals, family and means didn’t matter, and what they shared was enough for both of them. All Bowyn wanted was to marry and build the family that he never had, but he wanted a way to be accepted by Aeyrn’s family first, he didn’t want her to lose what she had and he knew the schism between her and her family hurt her too.

When a handful of children from the village where taken by Dark Elves, Bowyn thought he had his chance to prove his worth. He joined up with a handful of other men from the village in hopes of rescuing the children before they crossed over to Daka. He thought if he succeeded her family would see he was brave and he’d be respected as a hero but Aeyrn was worried he’d never come back. He went with the men and they soon caught up with the dark elves to make their stand. A small fight broke out on the edge of winter fae territory between hardened dark elf soldiers and idealistic young winter fae men who had had enough. Bowyn watched so many of his kin slaughtered and he too thought he was done for as well. After taking a handful of arrows and then a fatal hit of dark magic he lay, dying, in the snow.

Then somehow, she was there, Aeryn, by his side healing his wounds. Bowyn begged for her leave him, screaming and choking on blood, but she stayed, healing him until he was well enough to run. As soon as he could stand, he grabbed her hand and tried to flee with her but she was so weak from the magic she had used. The elves attack continued, arrows flew, and as he tried to carry her but he was still too weak and she was hit by dark magic. Aeryn collapsed, left without strength to continue further, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave her. Her voice, barely a whisper pleaded with him to go, to live, as she died in his arms. All Bowyn wanted to do was die there next to her but he found the strength to run. He ran deep into the forests until he couldn’t run any longer and collapsed. Later, when he awoke, he was alone, but he had made a promise to live and so even though it was the last thing he wanted to do, he kept going but in the confusion of battle he had gotten so turned around that he found himself lost. After some time wandering a Merlin helped him to find his way home.

Upon returning to his village he learned what Aeryn’s brother had done, hoping to rid his family of his sister’s unworthy suitor he had sent word to the dark elves of the attack, and in return the village was spared further retribution. After that Bowyn turned his back on all his people, no one could be trusted and if he were to keep his word and stay alive, then he would give no one the chance to betray him. His once kind spirit was hardened, as if a layer of permafrost now covered his very heart, and Bowyn now promised himself he would never grow close to another. He left his village to live in self-imposed exile in the woods, hunting for what he needed and going to other towns to trade but never setting foot inside his home again. Deep in the forest he began spending all of his spare time creating ice sculptures of Aeryn, desperate to be able to see her face once more, and afraid that time would ebb away at the memories of her. Despite his best efforts time eventual did, he found he could no longer recall the exact shape of her lips, the angle of her ears, and the details of her wings. Worst of all was the way a sculpture could never quite capture the spark of hope in her eyes and that too faded from his mind.

His only true companion has been the merlin who helped him find his way home, and while he neglected his zooliguisim to the point where it was non-existent after so much time with this bird it remains the only animal he can converse with. He has since worked on his healing some, tending to his own injuries rather than subject himself to some other fae healer and while his work is nowhere near good, it is passable. His cryokinesis remains his strongest magical skill although even that is practiced less than his thieving skills nowadays. Bowyn still indulges in his kleptomaniac tendencies, stealing shiny trinkets that remind him of Aeryn in some way, and surrounding his shelters with them. After a time, sculpting no longer soothed him, the sculptures themselves were becoming poorer imitations and he sought out other ways to ease his pain. He found occasionally he catches glimpses of her through the use of hallucinogens bought through Domoros’s black market, but in order to afford them he needed to do more than hunt and occasionally trade. So Bowyn relied on his only other skill, stealing. He eventually connected with other, less than savory, individuals, stealing things of value, and found this also helped to distract his mind. Although he frequently worked with and dealt with the same individuals Bowyn considers none of them friends, only keeping around those who have purpose to him and never really trusting them.

Boreas, however, sees this as an improvement as at least his damaged friend now talks to more than just ice sculptures and a bird. Boreas also lost his mate the night the winter fae fought with the dark elves, a stray arrow leaving only one of a bonded pair. The lone merlin then bonded with a sad lost fairy who shared a similar fate. Boreas, being a bird and much more practical than a fairy, healed well with time but found his friend unable to move on. So, the merlin stayed with Bowyn, choosing friendship over a natural bird life. At first he found it difficult to resist natures call to find another of his kind but he found the look of despair in his friends eyes made it too difficult to leave. Boreas tries his best to help the fairy move on, although the creature is awfully stubborn, he continues to push Bowyn towards civilization in the hope that eventually the fairy will be able to live with his own kind again.

Special Ability: Cryokinesis ⋆
Main Strength: Speed/Endurance ⋆ Main Weakness: Close Combat

Physical Strengths:

⋆Speed/Endurance
⋆Tracking
⋆Stealth

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Warmer climates/Heat
⋆Iron
⋆A fair fight

Subspecies:

Winter Fae

Best Abilities:

Cryokinesis

@Helo

Accepted! He's quite interesting

[Tae]

Viking

Hider

Torvi Kætildottir ⋆ 24 ⋆ Female ⋆ Human

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Appearance

Height:

5’7

Weight:

128 lbs

Hair Color:

White with some very pale blonde mixed in

Eye Color:

Icy blue

Skin Tone:

Very fair

Brief Clothes Description:

Torvi seems to have been dressed for battle as she is dressed in dark brown pants, a pewter grey colored tunic. Over that shirt she wears a mixture of a chain shirt and leather armor for protection. She wears dark brown leather boots and has two hand axes strapped to her belt. She also has a quiver of arrows on her back and a bow. Her hair is pulled back with a mixture of braids and silver ornaments and her eyes are rimmed with coal.

Fierce ⋆ Compassionate ⋆ Impulsive ⋆ Spirited

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆Laughing
⋆Winter
⋆Hunting when the men are gone
⋆Protecting her village
⋆Parties
⋆Drinking

Dislikes:

⋆Marriage
⋆People who look down on her
⋆Mistreatment of people
⋆Constant war
⋆Porridge
⋆Senseless cruelty

Fears:

⋆Marrying again
⋆Her and her village starving
⋆Her people being slaughtered

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Torvi can be quite the extroverted person, enjoying making conversation and just meeting new people. Though when she does first meet someone she tends to always be on her guard, never sure who to trust and who not to trust. She’ll treat you with kindness unless she views you as a potential threat, then she can be quite hostile. She is typically a rather selfless person, always helping out those who she sees in need. She would quickly give up her own food for someone else she sees starving. She will do what she can to protect herself and others who she either cares for or deems unable to protect themselves.

She has quite a temper and tends to act impulsively, never considering what the consequences of her actions may be. She can be quite quick to attack someone if she deems it necessary. Because of this people would consider her a rather impatient person. She has immense bravery, perhaps to the point of stupidity at times. She will leap into a fight without a second thought for her own safety. Afterall, if she dies in battle then she gets to dine with the gods.

Torvi has the intelligence to come up with a plan for things if time allows it, but she wouldn’t consider herself a cunning mastermind by any means. She’s more likely to follow someone else's lead as she figures if their acting first then they probably have a plan. When it comes to being charismatic she can make friends quite easily, but she will avoid manipulating people. That’s just a cowards way to gain control of a situation in her opinion. She has a great sense of humor and likes to often crack jokes or even laugh at a joke that is made. She’ll even laugh at a joke she doesn’t understand just to make the jokester feel good. She is quite sane in normal situations, however when it comes to battle others may view her as slightly insane due to her brutality. She doesn’t hold back when she’s fighting and will use any means necessary to win the fight as she believes there’s no such thing as fighting fair or honorably.

Affectionate ⋆ Emotional ⋆ Gruesome

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Background

Occupation

Housekeeper/Landowner/Farmer/Warrior

Living Immediate Family Members:

Kætil Sindri || Father
Sievi || Mother
Floki Kætilson || Elder brother

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Björn Eriksson || Husband
Siiri Kætildottir || Younger sister
Two stilborn children

Current Companions:

None yet

Current and Past Lover(s):

Björn Eriksson

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Loner for now

History:
Torvi was born the second child of Kætil and Sievi in the small village of Hvallatr. Her father was the village blacksmith and with that came him teaching all of his children how to fight, having no qualms with his daughters knowing how to protect themselves. She had a happy childhood with very loving parents who loved to tell her stories of the gods and heroes. Her personal favorite, however, is when her father would tell her of the Valkyrie. She would always pretend she was one of the Valkyrie when she’d play with her older brother and younger sister.

Growing up she was close to both her siblings, however she was closest to her younger sister Siiri. The two always seemed to be inseparable, running around the village giggling about this and that while pulling pranks on some of the boys near their age. They would constantly talk with each other on when they would get married and would point out who they thought the other should marry. It was all just fun and games to them.

At fourteen years old she was married to the second son of Jarl Erik. Björn was four years older than her, however the marriage was based on love. She loved Björn deeply and he loved her. She was thrilled to have her own household to look over and follow in her mother’s footsteps. Her sister was married a few years later and both girls were thrilled that their childhood dreams had come true. Marriage wasn’t as easy as they thought, however, as Torvi soon found herself pregnant. At the time her and her husband were so excited, but that excitement didn’t last as she soon lost the child. This broke both of their hearts, but it especially took a toll on Torvi. She was scared for a long time to become pregnant again.

Eventually she got past the fear enough that she became pregnant once more. Everything seemed to be going well and she was nearing the end of her pregnancy. She went into labor, however, she gave birth to a dead child. Björn tried to console her, telling her these things happened and no matter what he’d always love her. She wasn’t having any of it and she became very withdrawn for a long time.

There came one year where food was a shortage and the men decided it was time to go on a raid. Björn decided to join them and kissed his still grieving wife goodbye. He came back as a corpse and this broke something else in Torvi. She hated herself for not showing the love she had for her husband after the death of their last baby. She was full of many regrets and at one point attempted to take her life. Her sister was the one who stopped her and helped pull her back out of her grief. She helped her realize that Björn would want her to live, to care for their land, and to help their village in any way she could.

Fast forward to now, the men had left once more on a raid thus leaving the women in charge of the village. This time, however, they had a raiding party of their own come to their village. Torvi wasn’t about to stand by and let them take what they pleased. So she took up arms with her sister and many of the other women of the village. They would fight for their home and didn’t fear death as that meant they would join their loved ones in Valhalla.

Terramancy ⋆ Strength: Combat/Edurance ⋆ Weakness: Stealth/Speed

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Expert with multiple weapons
⋆Endurance
⋆Agile

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Stealth
⋆Weaker than most men
⋆Not the fastest person out there

Ability on Avalia:

Terramancy

[Alivefalling]

Viking

Hider

Torvi Kætildottir ⋆ 24 ⋆ Female ⋆ Human

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Appearance

Height:

5’7

Weight:

128 lbs

Hair Color:

White with some very pale blonde mixed in

Eye Color:

Icy blue

Skin Tone:

Very fair

Brief Clothes Description:

Torvi seems to have been dressed for battle as she is dressed in dark brown pants, a pewter grey colored tunic. Over that shirt she wears a mixture of a chain shirt and leather armor for protection. She wears dark brown leather boots and has two hand axes strapped to her belt. She also has a quiver of arrows on her back and a bow. Her hair is pulled back with a mixture of braids and silver ornaments and her eyes are rimmed with coal.

Fierce ⋆ Compassionate ⋆ Impulsive ⋆ Spirited

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆Laughing
⋆Winter
⋆Hunting when the men are gone
⋆Protecting her village
⋆Parties
⋆Drinking

Dislikes:

⋆Marriage
⋆People who look down on her
⋆Mistreatment of people
⋆Constant war
⋆Porridge
⋆Senseless cruelty

Fears:

⋆Marrying again
⋆Her and her village starving
⋆Her people being slaughtered

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Personality:

Torvi can be quite the extroverted person, enjoying making conversation and just meeting new people. Though when she does first meet someone she tends to always be on her guard, never sure who to trust and who not to trust. She’ll treat you with kindness unless she views you as a potential threat, then she can be quite hostile. She is typically a rather selfless person, always helping out those who she sees in need. She would quickly give up her own food for someone else she sees starving. She will do what she can to protect herself and others who she either cares for or deems unable to protect themselves.

She has quite a temper and tends to act impulsively, never considering what the consequences of her actions may be. She can be quite quick to attack someone if she deems it necessary. Because of this people would consider her a rather impatient person. She has immense bravery, perhaps to the point of stupidity at times. She will leap into a fight without a second thought for her own safety. Afterall, if she dies in battle then she gets to dine with the gods.

Torvi has the intelligence to come up with a plan for things if time allows it, but she wouldn’t consider herself a cunning mastermind by any means. She’s more likely to follow someone else's lead as she figures if their acting first then they probably have a plan. When it comes to being charismatic she can make friends quite easily, but she will avoid manipulating people. That’s just a cowards way to gain control of a situation in her opinion. She has a great sense of humor and likes to often crack jokes or even laugh at a joke that is made. She’ll even laugh at a joke she doesn’t understand just to make the jokester feel good. She is quite sane in normal situations, however when it comes to battle others may view her as slightly insane due to her brutality. She doesn’t hold back when she’s fighting and will use any means necessary to win the fight as she believes there’s no such thing as fighting fair or honorably.

Affectionate ⋆ Emotional ⋆ Gruesome

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Background

Occupation

Housekeeper/Landowner/Farmer/Warrior

Living Immediate Family Members:

Kætil Sindri || Father
Sievi || Mother
Floki Kætilson || Elder brother

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Björn Eriksson || Husband
Siiri Kætildottir || Younger sister
Two stilborn children

Current Companions:

None yet

Current and Past Lover(s):

Björn Eriksson

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Loner for now

History:
Torvi was born the second child of Kætil and Sievi in the small village of Hvallatr. Her father was the village blacksmith and with that came him teaching all of his children how to fight, having no qualms with his daughters knowing how to protect themselves. She had a happy childhood with very loving parents who loved to tell her stories of the gods and heroes. Her personal favorite, however, is when her father would tell her of the Valkyrie. She would always pretend she was one of the Valkyrie when she’d play with her older brother and younger sister.

Growing up she was close to both her siblings, however she was closest to her younger sister Siiri. The two always seemed to be inseparable, running around the village giggling about this and that while pulling pranks on some of the boys near their age. They would constantly talk with each other on when they would get married and would point out who they thought the other should marry. It was all just fun and games to them.

At fourteen years old she was married to the second son of Jarl Erik. Björn was four years older than her, however the marriage was based on love. She loved Björn deeply and he loved her. She was thrilled to have her own household to look over and follow in her mother’s footsteps. Her sister was married a few years later and both girls were thrilled that their childhood dreams had come true. Marriage wasn’t as easy as they thought, however, as Torvi soon found herself pregnant. At the time her and her husband were so excited, but that excitement didn’t last as she soon lost the child. This broke both of their hearts, but it especially took a toll on Torvi. She was scared for a long time to become pregnant again.

Eventually she got past the fear enough that she became pregnant once more. Everything seemed to be going well and she was nearing the end of her pregnancy. She went into labor, however, she gave birth to a dead child. Björn tried to console her, telling her these things happened and no matter what he’d always love her. She wasn’t having any of it and she became very withdrawn for a long time.

There came one year where food was a shortage and the men decided it was time to go on a raid. Björn decided to join them and kissed his still grieving wife goodbye. He came back as a corpse and this broke something else in Torvi. She hated herself for not showing the love she had for her husband after the death of their last baby. She was full of many regrets and at one point attempted to take her life. Her sister was the one who stopped her and helped pull her back out of her grief. She helped her realize that Björn would want her to live, to care for their land, and to help their village in any way she could.

Fast forward to now, the men had left once more on a raid thus leaving the women in charge of the village. This time, however, they had a raiding party of their own come to their village. Torvi wasn’t about to stand by and let them take what they pleased. So she took up arms with her sister and many of the other women of the village. They would fight for their home and didn’t fear death as that meant they would join their loved ones in Valhalla.

Terramancy ⋆ Strength: Combat/Edurance ⋆ Weakness: Stealth/Speed

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Combat and Magic:

Physical Strengths:

⋆Expert with multiple weapons
⋆Endurance
⋆Agile

Physical Weaknesses:

⋆Stealth
⋆Weaker than most men
⋆Not the fastest person out there

Ability on Avalia:

Terramancy

@Tae

Accepted.

[Dezuel]

Golden Death

Baraian Paladice ⋆ 156 ⋆ Male ⋆ Dark Elf

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Appearance

Height:
178cm

Weight:
68kg

Hair Color:
White

Eye Color:
Red

Skin Tone:
Ash

Brief Clothes Description:
White clothing overall, including hood and coat. His attire is generally adorned with gold, often in the form of a golden skull. He also carries a hilted dagger and plenty of throwing daggers with him, sometimes also a sling with bullets.

Serious ⋆ Careful ⋆ Headstrong ⋆ Hateful

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Causing mass destruction
⋆ Laying ambushes
⋆ Winning fights

Dislikes:
⋆ Counterespionage
⋆ Sadism
⋆ People who don't think for themselves

Fears:
⋆ Aklenroth, the king of the realm.
⋆ Terneus, the governor of the light elves.
⋆ Soruklithbaal, The Dracolich.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Personality:


⋆ Baraian is outspoken and generally will ask how others are feeling, aswell hearing their input provided there is such a moment.
⋆ He is selfless to the point where he must preserve his own life in order to keep Golden Death alive.
⋆ As kind as a dark elf could be.
⋆ While not being suicidally brave, he would try to save someone else if he believed it to be possible and it would serve his group's goals. It all depends on the scenario.

⋆ Baraian will very seldom lose his temper, he is as a calm as people get. If he would somehow lose his temper, then it would mean something terrible would be about to happen.
⋆ Patience is something he has grown accustomed with. Considering his options and then taking appropriate action as he sees fit.
⋆ He is both brave and cowardly, he may rush in to save an ally while at the same time arrange an ambush to capture enemies or use poisons or other underhanded means to get a result.
⋆ Baraian only feels nervous if within close proximity to Aklenroth, or if his base of operations has been discovered by his enemies.
⋆ He is quick to react to situations, his quick thinking is one of his strong points. But sometimes his patience plays a part too, in that he ends up waiting before putting something in motion.

⋆ Baraian is cunning, but more so not the type who necessarily spends too long on making elaborate plans, he instead tries to stay dynamic, in order to handle things when everything does not go according to plan.
⋆ Being a dark elf will be a detriment often for him, but despite that he has a good hand with most people if they can overlook his race. He can make grand speeches if he tries, but doing so in a dark and grim manner.
⋆ He has no sense of humor at all.
⋆ He may have some traces of insanity which is attached to his hatred.
⋆ Baraian treads a middleground of being hyper and laid back.

Decisive ⋆ Hateful ⋆ Vengeful

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Background

Occupation
Leader of Golden Death

Living Immediate Family Members:
None

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Family and relatives

Current Companions:
Members of Golden Death

Current and Past Lover(s):
He carefully wards his heart against anyone who tries to get too close.

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Baraian has been with Golden Death since it's founding, as he was it's founder.

History

Baraian is a dark elf who resides in Roshmi, but the ones knowing his exact whereabouts are very few. What is known about him is that he leads a mysterious group known to the populace as 'Golden Death', it's members wear golden skull icons and seem to be specially interested in people who display hostility to Aklenroth.

Where they are generally sought out and never seen again by the populace, as if they just were erased out of existance. The group itself is in fact so mysterious that some even doubt it's actually existing. Those which go looking for said group have also never been seen again.

The dark elven population aswell as all the other races residing in Roshmi have not had any outstanding issue with the group. Those which had have most likely disappeared to who knows where.

Gossip about them goes both ways, that they are loyalists and secret assassins of Aklenroth, while others think they are just a secret community of weirdos. Then ofcourse there are also people who believe they are a rebel cell. But to most people, it is regarded as a group to stay clear of. If you speak out openly about hostility to Aklenroth they may very well find you and then you are never heard from again.

The group has at least existed for a hundred years according to elderly demi-humans which live in the city, who have had the fortune... or misfortune to see them.

(More to be discovered IC about Baraian and his history)

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Physical Strengths:
⋆ Very precise aim
⋆ Quick
⋆ Close-quarter fighting

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Cannot lift or wear heavier things
⋆ Lightweight, can be knocked back easily.
⋆ Light magic

Subspecies
Dark Elf

Best Abilities
Erebokinesis

[Dezuel]

Zelginn (Deceased)

Zelginn ⋆ ??? ⋆ Male ⋆ Demi-human?

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Appearance

Height:
80-90cm (with or without ears included)

Weight:
25-35kg (depends on food intake)

Hair Color:
White

Eye Color:
Red

Skin Tone:
Pale

Brief Clothes Description:
Very fluffy looking and wide clothing, generally in white, brown or red with details of blue or gold. He wears some minor breastplate of unknown black material and carries a small blade in a sheath with him at all times. The boy does however not carry any food nor water with him, it's almost as if hes already eaten and drank it up.

Passionate ⋆ Emotional ⋆ Fun loving ⋆ Generous

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Having fun
⋆ Eating
⋆ Honesty

Dislikes:
⋆ Boredom
⋆ Starving
⋆ Liars

Fears:
⋆ Being surrounded
⋆ Being trapped
⋆ Being hugged

Sexuality:
Too young?

Personality:


⋆ Zelginn is mostly introverted, only saying things when he has to. Or when asking questions.
⋆ A glance at this young looking boy, would one suspect him to be anything other than selfless?
⋆ His kindness is only beaten by a few other traits.
⋆ Zelginn is going to try to do what he can when problem arises. But ofcourse there are limits to what he can and will do.

⋆ He never lashes out at his companions, if he does then clearly you've gotten on his bad side. Good job.
⋆ It is hard to tell if he is patient or impatient, as sometimes he just goes towards something instantly and other times he seems like he could wait for days if it promises fun.
⋆ He appears to be overly brave for one so little. How's it possible?
⋆ Zelginn doesn't seem to be overly nervous, even in dire situations he may come up with ideas on how to deal with it.
⋆ This little boy seems highly alert and aware of what's going on around him, his eyes are always moving and his ears seem to be on high alert.


⋆ Zelginn sometimes appears to be highly intelligent for his age, and other times the opposite. Making it really hard to place him on the scale.
⋆ His cute face may help him in getting what he wants, this tends to be either tied to food or fun, in a specific few cases both.
⋆ His sense of humor is great, tell him a joke and he will laugh no matter how bad it may be.
⋆ What is insane about a cute little boy?
⋆ Hyper is the very thing defining Zelginn.

Fun ⋆ Lust filled ⋆ Lucky

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Background

Occupation
Traveller

Living Immediate Family Members:
Mother

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Father

Current Companions:
None

Current and Past Lover(s):
None

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Loner

History: Find out IC.

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Physical Strengths:
⋆ Enhanced senses (scent and hearing)
⋆ Great jumper
⋆ Immense constitution

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Sonic attacks
⋆ Strong spices and scents
⋆ Very limited carry capacity in his current state

Species:
Demi-human (Vulpine)?

Best Ability from Beast Side:
Unknown

[baraquiel]

Woe and Pain

Name: The Masks of Zaturna

Species: Soul-infused homunculi

Danger Level (1-10): 6 when alone, 8 when together

Joined Abilities:
- Madness Miasma
- Sorrowful Aura
- Illusion-casting
- Shadow-travelling

Weaknesses:
- Light Magic
- Purification Magic
- The sun
- To free the souls of the children, one must break both their Masks at once with the same ax used to split Zaturna's Mask in half.

The story of Zaturna has long been forgotten by the people of Avalia, yet his memory still exists in hushed whispers and frantic rumors. No one even knew his species as they say he was even more terrible and horrifying than a demon as even speaking his name out loud brought shivers down their spines. However, legends say that his soul is infused within his mask and whoever successfully finds and wears it will be granted power beyond their wildest dreams. All those who tried and failed to find his mask end up in both madness and sorrow until the only thing that can bring them freedom is death. Those who succeeded in finding his mask couldn't handle the power it possesses and they too end up dead. Even when he is not here, Zaturna still finds a way to bring woe and pain to everyone...

Pain

Name: Zatu, Mask of Mania
Individual Abilities:
- Madness Miasma
- Illusion-casting

Zatu is the male half of the pair. Unlike his sister, he is more energetic and animated. His body is stronger and his reflexes are faster, allowing him to easily battle a group of skilled warriors on his own. Those who stand near the Mask of Mania or even dare to look at him will be consumed with pure madness. They will act on their darkest impulses and will turn into the primal, savage versions of themselves. It is said that those consumed with madness brought by Zatu have known to go into a killing spree, murdering anyone in their path. He is more powerful when he is with Urna.

Woe

Name: Urna, Mask of Sorrow
Individual Abilities:
- Sorrowful Aura
- Shadow-travelling

Urna is the female half of the pair. Unlike his brother, she is more quiet and stoic. She is known to do a haunting yet elegant dance over corpses, humming along to a tune only she could hear. Those who stand near the Mask of Sorrow or even dare to look at her will be consumed with deep sorrow. It will remind them of their deepest feelings of regret, sadness, and grief all at once. They will lower their defenses as grave sadness consumes them until they are devoid of emotions. They will find they can't do anything to stop their sorrow; they will have no choice but to accept the sweet release of death by killing themselves to end their woes. She is more powerful when she is with Zatu.

[13org]

@Eviledd1984

Just realized I forgot to tag you in my post! XD sorry

[Helo]

Are You Afraid of the Dark?

Valok Grimmrot ⋆ 22 ⋆ Male ⋆ Dark Elf

Dark Necessities

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Appearance

Height:

6’

Weight:

185lbs

Hair Color:

Coal black that begins to fade into an ash gray

Eye Color:

Bright orange embers that burn with the intensity of his ever watchful gaze

Skin Tone:

Pale gray, littered with scars

Brief Clothes Description:

Dresses almost exclusively in black, coats, shirts, pants, boots, ect, as dark clothing allows him to better blend into the shadows.

Loyal ⋆ Inquisitive ⋆ Dedicated ⋆ Intense

Psychology

Likes:

It would be difficult for Val to explain what exactly he does like about the world for he knows so little of it. His life has been one devoted to training to become a loyal soldier and nothing more. There is what he knows; training, hard work, and combat. To ask him if these are things that he likes would be difficult for him to say, he knows almost nothing else. There is, the occasional quiet moments alone where he gazes up into the night sky, at the moon and the stars and thinks about other worlds and other lives. If humans can be brought from another world, then what are other worlds like, what are the lives of those people like. He finds these moments peaceful and they almost make him smile, but these are not thoughts he would share with others. Dreams and curiosity are not things that should occupy a soldier’s mind, they have no use in battle, and Val fears these moments make him weak.

Dislikes:

With so little experience of anything outside his home and of Daka, Val dislikes all that he has been taught to hate. Light Elves who banished his people, the other, more celebrated races, that lifted no hand to aid them. The humans and rebel scum who fight against Aklenroth, the Great King, for they betray Avalia, and so these are the creatures he hates above all else. The rebellion is one to destroy all that Dark Elves have built for themselves, to cruelly force them back into the shadows and into poverty. Cowards, deserters, and traitors, for they shame Aklenroth with their despicable actions and weaken the Dark Elf forces. When it comes to simpler things Val lacks the diversity of experience to really have an opinion or the desire to form one. He eats what is provided for him and is thankful to have food at all. The weather makes no difference to him other than ways it might influence combat. He has no vices and partakes in no activity that will hinder his ability to serve the king. When it comes to relationships with others, there are allies or enemies, as that is the extent of his experience with others.

Above all things, there is one thing he cannot stomach, and that is cruelty for the sake of it. He can understand the need for bloodshed, that terrible things must sometimes be done in the name of keeping peace, but to torture someone simply for enjoyment or for vengeance is a line he has deemed uncrossable.

Fears:

Weakness in himself, his occasional quiet moments when he looks up at the stars and wonders, times his thoughts are questioning or curious, these are times he finds himself weak. He is a soldier of The Great King and his thoughts should always be of combat and of service.

His life as a soldier of Aklenroth is one that he knows will extend past his inevitable death, and becoming undead is both a fate he accepts and fears. Although taught that this is a great honor the empty eyes of the dead haunt him. He often wonders what that existence is like, if they feel anything,or if it’s a constant state of torment, and the question of which is worse; feeling nothing but agony or nothing at all.

The feeling of being afraid, something he is supposed to have grown out of, it was a huge part of his training to learn not to be afraid, but it still creeps in. He doesn’t know if others like him feel it too but he would never admit to it. The fact that he still feels fear, when it was supposed to be trained out of him, bothers him, for it reminds him that he has failed at living up to his expectations.

Sexuality:

Undetermined and of no consequence to him, he is of too low a class to be good breeding stock and romantic entanglements are a distraction to a good soldier.

Personality:

Valok is a quiet elf by nature, he takes things in, watches with intense curiosity and tries to learn. He speaks when necessary but in general keeps to himself. He does not wish to stand out amongst his fellow soldiers, to ask questions or show concern. He does like having others around, finding comfort in knowing he’s not alone while still enjoying the peace of the occasional quiet moment when he is alone. Val does not know what it means to be selfish. He was raised with the absolute belief and acceptance that his life belongs to The Great King; he is nothing more than his soldier and that his life does not even truly belong to him. He has never truly owned anything, everything he has was issued to him and his life is one of servitude for the debt that all Dark Elves owe to Aklenroth. While there are many who would see him as cruel, he sees himself as a faithful soldier. He follows his orders, trusts his commanders and his king, and what he is asked to do is for the betterment of Avalia. He does not kill for the enjoyment of it, he will end his enemy quickly so that they do not suffer and what he does, he does because it must be done. As far as protecting others that is something he does when commanded but those like him, his fellow soldiers, they are all disposable, just as he is, and his orders and his mission always come before any single life. That was how he was raised, how he was trained, and he knows no other way.

Val was raised from birth to be a soldier, he has never had family or personal connections, this is the only life he has ever known. While he shows no fear in battle to call him brave would be incorrect, for he has nothing to lose, even his life is not his. After death he will still serve Aklenroth as an undead, this he also accepts. Though he does still feel fear it has never held him back from action. There are two things that matter; following his orders and continuing Dark Elf prosperity. The blood in his veins runs almost as cold as the air of Daka, he rarely loses his temper, and violence is saved for when it must be done. His patience, his calmness, his seemingly complete apathy all come from his hollowness. A faint notion that something in his life is wrong but a lack of understanding for what exactly it is, he can only chalk it up to his own imperfections, that there is some failing in him preventing him from being a better soldier. Because serving his people and Aklenroth should be enough for him, this has always been his purpose, and his hope is that once he has lived up to his full potential the hollowness will leave him.

As a member of the lowest class of Dark Elves, Val is trained as just a basic soldier. He was taught no battle tactics or strategy, he knows he will never be some great commander. He was raised to be on the front lines, the cannon fodder, the disposable, and his death and the deaths of those like him only fuel the army of undead. There was no time wasted in educating him, he learned the basics of his history; hatred of Light Elves, Faires, and Demihumans, and the stories of Aklenroth, The Great King, celebrated hero of the Dark Elves. He learned to do as he was told and to not ask questions. He is, however, observant and intensely curious. Valok has seen so little of the world and often wonders about all the places he’s never been and of other worlds that must surely exist. He lacks charisma, his tone is often soft and emotionless, echoing his own hollowness. Manipulating people is not a skill for a weapon, but the skill of leaders and so it is not something that would ever occur to him. Jokes are quickly lost on him, and rarely makes any attempts at humor. Some may find his loyalty and dedication to a Lich insane; he kills his enemies with no hesitation, fights with no thought or hope for himself, and even accepts that one day his corpse will be used in an undead army. But Valok was never given a choice in his life, he has simply accepted his circumstances and lived with them.

Dedication ⋆ Perseverance ⋆ Violence

Disposable Heroes

Background

Occupation

Soldier, or at least he was, now he is less than nothing, a deserter, the most vile of traitors.

Living Immediate Family Members:

Unknown

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Unknown

Current Companions:

None

Current and Past Lover(s):

None

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:

Val has both rarely spent a moment alone and has in many ways, always been alone. Currently he is more alone than he has ever been before.

History:
As an infant Valok was sold to the army to be trained as a soldier, he never knew his parents or of any family. He is without attachments raised solely to fight and die for The Great King. He was never told why he was sold off; could’ve been his parents owed a great debt or it could have been that he was simply unwanted, but Val does not waste time dwelling on such matters. He was not raised to think, but to fight. His life has always been one of strict order and discipline. All moments of his young life were scheduled down to the second, when he woke up, when he ate, when he trained, and when he rested. His schedule was grueling, keeping him exhausted, far too exhausted to think about his circumstances even if he had any interest in them to begin with. All his life he has been taught that he does not matter; he is but one of many soldiers who fight not for their own glory but for that of Aklenroth and to continue the age of prosperity for Dark Elves.

Even his surname is not his own, but the name of one of many schools that exists for the sole purpose of turning out disposable soldiers for the king. He has no name to pass on, no family ties to bind him down, no legacy to protect or further. Instead he has just a single shared goal with every other graduate of Grimmrots; to serve the king. For Aklenroth is the great savior of the Dark Elves, it was he who unshackled them from the oppression of Light Elves, he who brought them power and prosperity, and he who was the only ruler in all of Avalia’s dark history who ever cared about the plight of the Dark Elves. Like any Dark Elf loyalist, Val sees his king as both a hero and a fair and just leader. It is the rebels who wish to turn back time and return the Dark Elves to poverty and mistreatment, and thus they can only be seen by him as villains.

Grimmrots was his home for the majority of his life, he grew up there, trained there, learned there. From the second he was able he was trained to fight, both with weapons and with magic. His dark abilities have always been a part of him, his people take pride in being gifted by the night. There was no goofing around, no days off, no time to make friends as a soldier needed none of those things. He worked hard, he learned discipline, and any failure in this was punished harshly. Wake up, train, eat, chores, train, eat, rest. The schedule repeated endlessly. Val took comfort in the schedule, he knew what he was supposed to do and where he had to be, he didn’t have time or energy left to worry about anything else. Those who did not take to this kind of life were made an example of; weakness was not tolerated. He learned how to face fear, how to bear pain, and how to kill. Once he was old enough, he was shipped off to The Pits, just as every other graduate of Grimmrots, to experience true combat.

The Pits held a similar schedule and he adjusted quickly. He then put his training to use, fighting for his life in gladiatorial combat while others watched and occasionally cheered. Some of his comrades in the Pits enjoyed the killing and the cheering of a crowd, Val did it because he was good at it. This was the experience he needed to become a true soldier, killing was how he would serve his people and his King, and he was raised for service. He fought monsters and killed other Dark Elves branded as cowards, deserters, or simply as weak. What or who he killed did not concern him, his orders were to win and he followed through. Once he was deemed worthy, just as many before him, he was sent to serve in Aklenroth’s army. He was loyal, obedient, and well trained.

After his time in The Pits he was moved to Malthemoor, where he continued training under the harshest of conditions. Like steel he was strengthened, taught how to serve in the army and what to do when the more detestable races of Avalia got ideas of uprisings. It would seem keeping Avalia in peace was even more work than war could be, the constancy in which a small uprising would occur made no sense to him. So many of Avalia’s subjects seemed to hunger for violence; had Aklenroth not brought them all peace, unified them, brought a new age of unparalleled prosperity? What was the reasoning behind these uprisings? Did the other creatures hate the Dark Elves so much that to see them in power and thriving, made them want to plunge the entire nation back into war? It seemed that way to Valok, what other reason could there be to incite such violence in a time of great peace.

The return of humans to Avalia marked a great change, surely a great battle was upon the horizon. Such an act of treason against The Great King could not be ignored. Shortly after their return was announced he was one of many sent out to help squash the notion of rebellion and see to it that the humans and the traitors were brought to justice. He marched with the legion he had been assigned to into the village of Chesm. Val had never left Daka before, he had never seen the great forests that existed to the south and found their beauty captivating. In comparison to the rest of Avalia, he now saw Daka as the near barren wasteland that it was, and felt more deeply the injustice against the Dark Elves at having to be banished to such a place. The beauty of Moon Elf Kingdom was marred by the horror he both witnessed and participated in once they arrived at Chesm. They did more than ransack the city looking for humans; they slaughtered and maimed all who got in their way.

Valok held no love for anyone, but certainly not for Demihumans and Light Elves who called Chesm home. Humans, while he held an indifference towards them in general, were a threat to The Great King, and had to be dealt with. This he could understand, killing had to be done, but the death delivered in Chesm was not a swift one. Torture was made a specitcle for both Dark Elves and Chesm residence alike. His people cheered while the rest cried out in utter horror. Those who harboured the human were tormented for days, as was anyone caught trying to help them, slow public executions that went on and on. It was cruelty for the sake of being cruel. It went on even after the human was tortured and found to have no knowledge of others like her in the area.

Was this why others so hated the Dark Elves? Did so many of his brethren allow themselves to become so absolutely monstrous when given the chance? Those who tortured did so with a sickening smile, they enjoyed it. Was this what the army sought to make of him? How did they manage to hide such wickedness from Aklenroth? Val was certain the Great King could not know of what his army had devolved into, as such actions would only ignite more resistance. Leaders within his king’s own army were actively making matters worse, and such things needed to be brought to the attention of his king. There was a problem with this, for who would believe the word of one of Daka’s unwanted sons against that of high ranking nobles? Valok would need evidence to back up his claims.

What would be worse; to become a foul deserter for the sake of achieving a greater good or to continue to follow the orders of commanders whose actions could threaten the peace The Great King so desires? This question haunted every quiet moment he had until he found his answer. He would not allow himself to become as cruel as those who he watched torture for their enjoyment of it, he would not allow a this threat to peace to continue. Valok deserted the army, he left behind the only identity he ever held, knowing that such an act even done with good intentions would be punished by death. At least in death his service would be only to the king, and not to those who pervert his wishes to fit their twisted inclinations. As terrifying as becoming undead is to him, becoming an agent of nothing but self service and cruelty would be even worse. Val cannot even imagine his king to be one who holds such a flawed character that he would wish his army to behave in such a manner. He can only hold on to the image of The Great King as the one presented to him as a child; a kind and just leader. He is now completely alone, without the only identity he ever held, and searching for a way to prove his claims to his king.

Special Ability: Erebokinesis
Greatest Strength: Combat Magic | Greatest Weakness: Light and Fire Magic

Combat and Magic:
Physical Strengths:

Quick reflexes and lack of hesitation
Stealth
Magic use in combat

Physical Weaknesses:

Light Magic/Fire Magic, both natural enemies of darkness
Lacking in pure brute strength
Young with very limited experience with beings outside of Daka

Best Abilities:

Blending into the shadows, something a well trained dark elf can do fairly easily on a dark night, and summoning his blade, a sword of concentrated dark magic, and even a single cut can cause terrible pain.

[HowlsOfWinter]

Zephyrine | 19 years old | Female | Winter Fairy

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》A p p e a r a n c e

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[ ⍚ ] Height: 5'7ft
[ ⍚ ] Weight: 50kg
[ ⍚ ] Hair Color: Snow white
[ ⍚ ] Eye Color: Ruby red
[ ⍚ ] Skin Tone: Fair and pale

Brief Clothes Description:
Zephyrin is narcissistic and known for her flamboyant and sartorial style. She loves to be dressed elaborately in fine silks embellished with golden embroidery. Her vibrant red irises are one of her most noticeable features — they are a stark contrast to her pale skin and white hair — so she loves to complement her eyes by adorning herself in rubies and emeralds. Zephyrin is most often seen wearing a flowy red dress, barefoot, and bejeweled from her head to her ankles.

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》P s y c h o l o g y

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Likes:
♡ Fancy clothing and jewelry.
♡ Dancing, parties and music.
♡ Animals. All of them, especially the fluffy kind.
♡ Flowers, especially red roses. They are uncommon in her area.

Dislikes:
♡ Gender roles in fae culture.
♡ Boring and tedious tasks.
♡ Being nagged and chastised.
♡ Anything that isn't interesting or lacks entertainment.

Fears:
♡ Fire
♡ Being forgotten or becoming irrelevant.
♡ Fearful Avoidant Attachment

A fear of intimacy, which makes the person unable to achieve a deep connection with others. It may even lead them to reject close bonds.

Sexuality:
Demisexual

A sexual orientation where people only experience sexual attraction to folks that they have close emotional connections with. In other words, demisexual people only experience sexual attraction after an emotional bond has formed.

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》P e r s o n a l i t y

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Mischievous ⋆ Thrill Seeker ⋆ Sarcastic ⋆ Charismatic

Zephyrin is a mischievous sort and is usually somewhere causing trouble or poking fun at people. She does not need a reason or justification for doing anything beyond the amusement of the act itself. Therefore, it is inevitable for her to do things that might be harmful — maybe even cruel — but not outright evil. Plenty would say that Zephyrin lacks a moral sense. She doesn't think about the rightness or wrongness of something before she acts (she may not know or even care about the difference) she just does whatever she finds amusing and lives in the moment. She is also quite the social butterfly, but she doesn't stick around anyone long enough to be able to call them a friend. She disappears once the fun is over and moves on to her next agenda, whatever that may be.

Zephyrin is not hotheaded, but she is prone to holding grudges once she is spited. She will never forget an offense until she is able to call it even! However, she is surprisingly patient when dealing with other problematic people, most likely because she is problematic herself and finds amusement in it. When Zephyrin finds something she likes, she will obsess over it for a period of time until she gets bored and drops it for the next thing that catches her eye. She is typically engrossed in something new every week as she loses interest fairly quick.

As it is, Zephyrin is keenly aware of her features and charms. She cunningly makes use of these to manipulate people in such a way that they can't help but be drawn to her despite her amoral character. She knows exactly what to say, how to smile and bat her lashes in order to get herself out of trouble. All the same, Zephyrin is sprightly and prone to daydreaming and exploration.

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》B a c k g r o u n d

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Occupation:
♡ Assistant Botanist

-She helps in plant studies and research.

Living Immediate Family Members:
♡ Father
♡ Grandmother

Dead Immediate Family Members:
♡ Mother
♡ Grandfather

Current Companions:
Zephyrin's only companions are the animals she had befriended in the forests, and there is a plethora of them. Although Zephyrin is sociable, she doesn't have friends. She doesn't let anyone get close enough to know her on a personal level. However, she has plenty of acquaintances.

Current and Past Lover(s):
None. Although she can be a playful flirt, she finds real affection and intimacy awkward. She finds forming intimate relationships difficult.

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
Zephyrin has lived in the same place all her life, but she doesn't care much for friendships. She jumps from one social group to another but never stays long. She is what others would call a fair weathered friend. She only sticks around for the exciting moments, then disappears once she's had her fun.

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》H i s t o r y

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Lonely ⋆ Sheltered ⋆ Monotonous

Winter Fairy Settlement - Background Information

Alkenroth's rule:

Shortly after Alkenroth's rule began, the Winter Fairy settlement had been thrown into disarray. As the evil forces grew more powerful and active, it restricted their movements as they lived in fear of being hunted down. Businesses shut down and most families locked themselves up in the safety of their homes, leaving only when they needed to procure some food. Eventually, food became a scarcity and rations ran out. It had left the village in an impoverished state. A majority of the population was starving, and several bigger families even gave up some of their children for the reason that they were no longer capable of providing for them. As it was, the number of children in the orphanage rose, and they could also no longer provide enough food for all of the children. A number of fairies — those brave enough to venture out — even left the village to look for a better life elsewhere.

With the lack of proper leadership and guidance from the previously elected leaders, the discontentment grew and they had been forced to step down. The village had elected 20 new leaders whom immediately got to work, forming concrete plans that would turn the state of the village around before it was too late. Their first priority had been relocation. With the dark elves constantly chipping at their numbers and the looming threat of the lich, they had to move deep into the woods of Area 2, further away from Daka Island. They abandoned the old village and lost quite a few of their numbers for the journey had been thwart with so many dangers. They eventually found a new settlement, hidden away from the rest of the world, up until the recent attack.

Their beginnings at the new unnamed winter fairy settlement:

After they settled in, they spent the initial weeks foraging fruits and berries from the surrounding forests. Class system was also abolished, so titles like nobles no longer existed and fair equal treatment was to be expected amongst everyone in the community. As they worked together and slowly built their village from the ground up, they were able to find unity within one another. They became a tight-knight village as they helped each other flourish.

Development of the economy:

The winter fairy settlement's economy started to develop through a wide range of activities including agriculture, textile, trade and art to name a few. Along with the advancement of plant studies and research, they were able to effectively increase their harvests during the short growing season. They also built greenhouses so they could grow crops even during the colder weather.

As their population continued to grow, they began cultivating livestock for the collection of their produce. They turned animal fur and plant fibers into threads and fabrics, which brought their attention towards clothing and designs. Since their livelihood became stable, the fairies had more time for hobbies and leisure, which led to the creation of more art forms.

All of these eventually led to economic development and stability. The village flourished, and so did their quality of living. They accomplished all of these in less than a hundred years, an amazing feat whose credit goes to the currently elected leaders.

Brief history of Zephyrin:

Zephyrin's father is one of the twenty elected leaders of the winter fairy settlement. Because of the job's many responsibilities that kept him from being around all the time, Zephyrin felt neglected and became resentful towards him and his job. Her attention-seeking behavior stems from the lack of love and attention she had received from her father growing up. Since Zephyrin's mother passed away when she was only a few months old, her grandmother became her mother figure. She had a soft spot for Zephyrin who looked so much like her mother, so she always let her get away with her shenannigans.

Zephyrin's childhood was pretty normal and mundane. Her father was cold and distant towards her, but he had also been overprotective to a fault. She spent most of her younger years cooped up inside the house, watching the other kids play through her bedroom window. As she got older, she grew more feisty and stubborn, eventually realizing that her father was never going to be around to scold her anyway.

As Zephyrin grew into a young woman, she became keenly aware of her own beauty. She used this to her advantage and captured people's attention with her beautiful face and crafty silver tongue. Zephyrin started dressing extravagantly and adorning herself in jewels. For her, dressing up was similar to wearing a mask. It hid all the insecurities she had deep inside - something she'd never care to admit. She didn't care about people's lack of approval of her personality, they couldn't deny that she was beautiful and that's all that mattered. Zephyrin would rather gain negative attention than be completely overlooked.

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Cyrokinesis ⋆ Cyrokinetic armor ⋆ Physical weaknesses

Physical Strengths:
♡ Swift and agile
♡ High stamina
♡ Quick reflexes

Physical Weaknesses:
♡ No combative experience or skills.
♡ Healing abilities are average at best.
♡ A weak physique. Zeryphin's body is delicate with very little muscle definition.
♡ Weak offensive magic.

Best Abilities
♡ Cyrokinesis, specialized in Cyrokinetic Armor.

At a young age, Zeryphin was always fascinated with the use of offensive ice magic. But due to the social norms of fae culture, she was forced to focus on healing and foraging. Being the stubborn girl that she was, it did not stop her from forsaking the lessons forced upon her; she practiced Cyrokinesis in secret. She later found that she wasn't very good at controlling her magic past 2 meters away from herself, so she veered her focus towards defensive ice magic.

After years of trial and error, training and guidance from her grandmother, she was able to master the ability called Cyrokinetic Armor. This is achieved by forming ice armor around her body for protection or a physical boost. She freezes air moisture into super-hard ice, creating an ultimate defense against normal physical attacks. She can also create shields and barriers.

[Dezuel]

I don't drink... wine

Carneylus Creznek ⋆ 27 ⋆ Male ⋆ Demi-human (Bat-person)

Theme:

His theme

youtube.com/watch?v=7w1oE6XCdpw

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Appearance

Height:
188

Weight:
70

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Brown

Skin Tone:
Pale and scar ridden, although nothing major.

Brief Clothes Description:
Red overcoat, white shirt, black pants and dark brown boots, sometimes also with a red cloak. He also carries two pairs of visors on his person with darkened glass on them, to ward off light as good as he can. But it does not completely nullify it's effects. He owns a coloured set of armor, but using it hampers his movement with his wings abit so he prefers to wear only cloth of various kind.

Brave ⋆ Generous ⋆ Supportive ⋆ Emotional

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Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Music
⋆ The stars
⋆ Roses

Dislikes:
⋆ Himself
⋆ Aklenroth
⋆ People of evil intent

Fears:
⋆ Being unable to help a friend in need
⋆ Losing his precious memories
⋆ Dying without being able to help anyone at all

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Personality:

⋆ Carneylus may appear as an open and talkative person, yet at the same time there's alot of things he keeps to himself.
⋆ He is very selfless, but he always considers what action will have the best results. Thus he may reconsider things which are too reckless.
⋆ He is kind to those who are kind in turn, not just to him but to others. He does not hold back if there is someone doing unkind things. Engaging them in verbal or somatic action.
⋆ Carneylus will not allow a companion of his to fall in battle as long as he has a say in it, yet he is not reckless enough to not guard himself from a potential lethal blow, even in situations where he is feeling pressured.

⋆ To most people he is calm as still water, but if someone does something which he clearly disagrees with then his temper will flare up. Not to the point of him losing his concentration and focus however.
⋆ Generally very patient, unless there comes a moment where quick decisions need to be made, usually when a life needs to be saved.
⋆ He is very brave.
⋆ Very few things can make him nervous or anxious.
⋆ His reactionspeed is good, his movement is fluid enough in his attire to allow him to take plenty of actions when required.

⋆ Whilst intelligent enough, he does not possess a genius intellect or be a master strategist. He is however intelligent enough to not get baited and lured, most of the times anyways.
⋆ The idea of manipulating other people he finds appaling and something one should be ashamed for even thinking of. He is however charismatic, getting attention whenever he speaks up to give his input or hold a speech. He also has the physique and looks that would make most consider his appeal to be nearly divine.
⋆ While he may laugh at jokes and even crack a few himself, the man often become reminded of past events which tend to make his mood more serious.
⋆ Carneylus is not insane.
⋆ He is very conservative about his stamina and usually takes the option which requires the least amount of effort but the biggest yield. That aside the man has a vast amount of stamina and endurance.

Peace ⋆ Pain ⋆ Resolve

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Background

Occupation
Underground swordsman and smuggler

Living Immediate Family Members:
Father (Living in the flower fairy kingdom)

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Mother (Deceased)

Current Companions:
Valaeon

Current and Past Lover(s):
None

Are you a loner or with a group? Have you always been in this place?:
He is usually with a group or at least one other person.

History

Carneylus was born in an elven village, his mother lived in a small house there and his father was a travelling merchant which seldom were at home as a result. Life as he came to know it was a mixture of good and bad things, the good things were to listen to music, to see the beauty of nature and the lights far up into the vast and dark skies at night.The bad things were having to deal with the local elven population which became more and more irritated and annoyed with their predicament following their lost war against Aklenroth. There were no lack of scapegoats for their failure, and one of them was Carneylus, but there were others far worse off.

A childhood friend of his, a winged demi-human girl of the angelic kind had things far worse, having to live a life of servitude to the people which despised her. Carneylus befriended this girl when he was but a young boy, he brought her flowers and things from the outside world, things which she was not allowed to look at or venture out to explore. In return he got to taste some of the pastries of the elven folk and leftover food. His own mother was also not immune to the judgemental nature of the elves, as she was called a beast and accursed and were seldom seen outdoors because of it.

Then things took a turn for the worse, as the governor of the light elves, Terneus Andros spewed his propaganda of demi-human spies and thieves infesting the elven lands, how they were a plague that had to be contained. Thus he put up guards to stop any demi-human trader for passing through the villages without paying a severe and overly expensive tax, which most could not pay. Carneylus father was one of those who could not afford to pay the tax and was thus unable to return to his home, the regulations forced him out of the area and towards the flower kingdom of the fairies. More as time passed the elves became more and more hostile towards his kind, many demi-humans were forced to leave the area. Some even vanished without a trace, some even spoke of elven assassins killing them in cold blood. Yet these rumors were scoffed at by the elves themselves as 'dirtbreed propaganda'.

His friend, the girl who had been more or less enslaved by the elves one day decided to flee from them, whereof they began to chase her down, Carneylus was still but a young boy then but he was angered by their behaviour and tried to stop them to little avail. A slap across the face, a kick to the stomach and then being left behind was the treatment he received. With one elf placing his boot on his back pressing him down, forcing him to watch as they tortured his friend. Then left her for dead and dragged him back to the village and threw him to his mother. His mother nursed him back to health, but her own health became worse soon after having received a gift of fruit from an unknown sender. Carneylus didn't want to eat the fruit as he prefered fetching fish in the nearby stream at night. When it was less elves outside to see him poaching.

Carneylus mother passed away a day after having eaten the fruit and the boy decided he had to leave the place, whereof the elves were happy to kick him out if he didn't fly off fast enough. He never forgot about his friend neither, hoping she survived the severe beating and torture the elves put her through. Yet all his searches were for naught, she was never heard or seen from again. Time after this the elven village itself was destroyed he heard, by then he had gone to Roshmi and was living there as a street urchin, gradually rising his living standard and finding himself learning swordfighting from an old soldier, then from capable warriors and lastly a famed but soon to be retired gladiator of the Roshmi arena.

He lived there for ten years, ten years he spent to survive and become stronger. Feeling determined to never ever allow a friend to suffer because of his weakness, to never again let himself or others be oppressed by those claiming to have the right to do so. The young but now more adept man left Roshmi after those ten years, he ventured north to a place more reclused and closer to the water and nature itself. The bustling city life wasn't his thing, even if he was well received by the demi-humans in the place. The dark elves were almost as bad as the light elves, which in turn was an indicator for him to leave. Demi-humans with talent, unless protected by influencial people could possibly fall into the hands of Aklenroth's servants and dragged to Daka for who knows what dark fate.

It wasn't as if he was afraid of dying, but more like dying in vain, not being able to do anything at all for anyone. He spent the remainder of his ten years in a small port town and soon attracted a small underground crowd of people, some of them being capable fighters and smugglers. It was both a way of living and a way for him to remain unknown to most of the outside world, honing his skills as a swordsman along others seeking to do the same, wereof their reasons were honorable, for revenge or a sense of duty. All were welcome to learn. The smuggling operations were helpful in bringing supplies in and out of the land unaware to the lich king and the elven lords, and even helping escaped slaves and 'traitors' to flee to the far west. It was only when he he met Valaeon, where he knew he had found a good partner to train with for what was looming ahead.

The fire lit in Roshmi city, the rebellion coming alive under the leadership of Risa Millinia against the tyrannical king Aklenroth. If he wanted to make a change for good, this moment was what he had trained for. Would it be enough? Time would tell.

Special Abilities:

- Wings (Bone and leathery wings, the bone has been subject to blunt force trauma over a long period of time and is harder than on most bat-people as a result.
- Sharp teeth (may drink blood too!)
- Sharp nails (Makeshift weapon)
- Blood thinning saliva (If a wound is infected it will bleed much more than normal)
- Echolocation (He may detect physical things mid-flight, hidden enemies and even those hiding via invisibility. Etc.)
- Keen senses overall (Eyesight in darkness is better, while in light it gets worse)

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Physical Strengths:
⋆ Physical powerhouse (He is physically powerful, capable of delivering and taking powerful punches or weapon attacks)
⋆ Master of the sword and hand (Unlike many warriors in Avalia, Carneylus is only trained in one way of fighting, which involves using a blade in single hand and his other hand for utility purposes, which may be grapples, punches, throwing darts or using a cloak to attempt to distract any opponent. He mostly uses a sabre or scimitar for battle)
⋆ Berserker bloodlust (Able to give himself a temporary physical boost, his movement becomes more instinctual than calculating.)

Physical Weaknesses:
⋆ Light magic may render his vision severely impaired if not wearing his visors. Normal light from the sun or items may also impair his vision, though the degree varies depending on the time. Note that light magic does not inflict more damage to him however.
⋆ Sonic attacks. Due to his keen hearing he may have severe trouble against sonic attacks.
⋆ Cannot manuever too well in water, tunnels or narrow passages due to his wings becoming a hinderance. Very strong wind could also pose a problem.

Species of Demi-Human
Bat-person

Best Ability from Beast Side:
Echolocation