[CHAR] Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

[The Irish Tree]

Steppe Archer

Name: Steppe Archer

Age: 16

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Appearance:

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A bright eyed girl from the Steppes of the Northeastern highlands, she carries with her a brightness and optimism that would lead one to believe her a simple runaway girl with dreams of adventure. Her complexion is tanned from her time spent under the open sky, and she seems to be in a perpetual good mood, judging from her omnipresent smile. She is of a lithe build, and has a slightly bowlegged stance from her life spent riding on a horse. Her arms and legs are fairly toned and muscular for her frame, making her a lot stronger than your average girl from a farm.

She is almost perpetually seen with her hair in a ratty mess, the only restraint to it being her hairband that keeps her bangs from blocking her vision entirely. Her outfit usually consists of a traditional tunic of the Steppe, with large sleeves that give her arms free movement, a black long skirt that has been ripped at the sides to allow her legs more freedom, and a pair of leather sandals. When adventuring, she wears a leather breastplate beneath her dress for added protection.

Height: 5'7"
Eye Color: Amber
Hair Color: White

Personality:
A little ball of sunshine and happiness, there doesn't seem to be much in this life that can get the Steppe Archer down. She carries with her an almost infectious energy that brightens up the room, seemingly always in high spirits.

Her optimism is matched by her keen observation skills. In just a few minutes, she can identify the people in a room at a glance, and tell how someone is feeling by their expression. Despite her perceptive nature, she herself is very blunt, and often unable to think before she speaks. It is not uncommon for something she says to come across as harsh due to her lack of common sense compared to most other people.

Likes: Horses, Sweet Meats, and Flowers
Dislikes: Enclosed spaces, Negative thinking, and Insects
Hobbies: Leather working, Cooking, and Stargazing

History:
On the large rolling plains of the Northeastern Highlands, one is born, lives, and dies on the move. There is no pause available to the nomadic people, with each waking moment spent with focus being on procuring food, supplies, and, once those begin to run low, the focus shifts to uprooting the camps and moving elsewhere on the Steppe. Their society is organized by numerous small "tribes" that have banded together to form a Confederacy, overseen by a leader who rules for a period of ten years after a martial tournament is held between the greatest fighters of the tribes.

Before she was born, her father was heralded as the mightiest man on the Steppe, unbested in archery, and a master of wrestling. On the second year after she was born, he was dethroned and retired to his previous life of being a hunter to provide. In the time she spent with her father, she would learn the art of the hunt, and come to grow into a young girl. Life would proceed as it did, the circle of life in an unending loop, marching onwards with the beat of the people who's lives were spent chasing life. It wasn't all bad, not in the slightest. The meat was plentiful, the hunt was thrilling, and the life lead was one far from purposeless.

Eventually however, the decade-held tournament would be held, and with the rise of a new chief came new and bizarre laws. One of which being that a "bride" of each tribe was to be offered to his son, as if they were pieces of meat to be handed out. And quite unfortunately, she was "selected" as the delegated bride. Rather than accept some impish demand for her virtue and hand in marriage to some spineless whelp, she would instead flee the Steppe with her father and mother's blessings, figuring that she could eek out a living as a mercenary or adventurer.

With no military willing to accept such a young girl despite her demonstrated skills, she was left with no avenue but to become an adventurer, arriving in Palisade town on the Frontier due to its closeness to home.

Adventuring Rank: Porcelain

Equipment:
Nomad Bow: A composite recurve bow of Steppe Archer's own making, made out of horn, wood, and sinew. It is well used from the years that Steppe Archer has spent hunting. Due to its smaller overall size compared to a normal bow, it is ideal for shooting on horseback and while moving, while not sacrificing the power of a full bow.

Nomad's Sword: A steel curved sword resembling a slightly less curved scimitar. Ideal for slashing things apart, or gliding past something with a slash. Has a large enough grip to be two-handed.

Torchfire: A beautiful mature auburn colored horse that Steppe Archer rode into town on. Despite the fact that she isn't able to bring it on many adventures due to the danger, she still insists on keeping it stabled up in Palisade Town, just in case she needs it. She is Steppe Archer's pride and joy, and her greatest asset in battle on a more open plain.

Skinning Knife: A small knife that's sharp enough to cut through flesh. Usually used by Steppe Archer to skin the beasts that she slays, in order to sell the pelts for a sizable sum. Steppe life taught her never to be wasteful.

Steppe Ensemble: Steppe Archer's protective leather breastplate beneath her folk-style dress. Her clothes keep her cool in just about any climate, and the leather armor beneath provides enough protection to shield her from light damage.

Porcelain Adventurer's Tag

Skills:
Horseback Riding: There are few that can match the riders of the Steppe when it comes to equestrian based combat, and as a proud Steppe child, Steppe Archer can ride with the best of them.

Trap Setting/Disarming: Much of the Steppe's hunting is done using traps to catch prey. As such, Steppe Archer is proficient in finding the perfect spots to place traps, whether that be to aid her friends, or harm her foes.

Handy Woman: On the Steppe, work is divided amongst the men and women equally. As such, Steppe Archer is skilled with physical labor, capable of many tasks that many in the realm would consider "men's" work.

[Shard]

Shade

Name
🌑 Shade.

Age
🌑 Sixteen.

Race
🌑 Dark Elf.

Gender
🌑 Male.

Appearance
🌑 A pair of large, black and somewhat melancholy eyes would appear prevalent over a small, pale nose.
🌑 Upon a face offering the impression of a ‘resting bitch’, one can note pale, almost ghostly skin.
🌑 An expression of apathy could perhaps be pinpointed on the young man's features, which at times makes way for a barely visible smile or subtle frown.
🌑 A distinct lack of facial hair makes itself obvious on his Shades features, lacking a shave's lingering shadow, which could very well be a racial trait.
🌑 His lips are a thin, pale line beneath a small nose, most often remaining closed unless words cling to the boy’s mind.
🌑 Following this theme of petit, and pale, Shade’s pointy, if somewhat small ears are constantly hiding beneath a mop of black, oftentimes unkempt hair.
🌑 Indeed, the raven black nature of the boy's hair would clearly contrast itself against a ghostly shape.
🌑 One would be right considering Shade’s somewhat soulless gaze an unnerving experience, to say the least, which has been a rather detrimental part of social interaction, for the teenager.

🌑 Standing at a meager five feet and three inches, there is not much which would indicate a threat, from Shade.
🌑 In fact, it would be safe to say that his petite and scrawny frame offers a somewhat pathetic aura.
🌑 If he was to remove his shirt, a pale body with each rib visible would make itself known, where Shade’s scrawniness settles itself in confirmation.
🌑 A set of slender limbs color him dainty, if anything, where Shade’s digits could easily be mistaken for that of a female's.
🌑 As per the lack of facial hair, one would be right in suspecting that the theme is continued across Shade’s scrawny body, which is a clear indication of his elven heritage.
🌑 With a weight of seventy pounds to carry him, Shade would not be seen eager to participate in heavy-lifting.
🌑 Few muscles can be seen across his body, which at this point any onlooker would have been able to deduce.

🌑 In regards to clothing, Shade feels most at home in baggy fabric, which isn't hard to procure for his specific body type.
🌑 He is often seen in a shoulder bag, which contains a case of pens, along with notebooks, sketchbooks, and also, lockpicks.
🌑 Upon his hands, Shade wears a pair of black, fingerless gloves.
🌑 It is not uncommon to see him wrapped in scarfs, considering how the teenager freezes incredibly easily, and can barely handle the cold.
🌑 He variates between shoes and boots, with the former choice a much more common sight.
🌑 It is very common for Shade to have a hood on, mainly to obscure his nature.
🌑 When speaking, Shilo's quiet, somber voice has a raspy tint to it.

Height
🌑 Five feet, three inches.

Eye Color
🌑 Black.

Hair Color
🌑 Black.

Personality
🌑 Quiet, reserved, and withdrawn people are not a rarity, and most would consider this fortunate.
🌑 Shade is one of these reserved individuals, who prefers silence over rhythm.
🌑 This is not to say, however, that the teenager's introverted personality warrants a dislike of company.
🌑 Indeed, Shade enjoys having others at his side, despite what one would, perhaps, initially suspect.
🌑 Where he is most often seen secluded in solitude with eyes set on a drawing coming to life upon the pages of his sketchbook, Shade would welcome others into the scenario.
🌑 He does not seek company in the form of an active decision, however, which does brand him an oddity.
🌑 Yes, Shade is an outsider, if there ever was once.
🌑 Though, with all of his in mind, those who do know Shade could point towards him as a pleasant individual, all things considered.

🌑 Shade conducts himself with discipline and respect towards his elders, which would immediately hint at a background of distinct regality.
🌑 Manners, most would claim, are Shade’s most notable social strengths, whether at a table, or hallway.
🌑 He speaks in a quiet tune, which oftentimes warrants a repeat of his statements.
🌑 Shade is a kind-hearted teenager, indeed, but lacks much of what would be considered an attractive approach in groups.
🌑 If he finds himself amongst others, Shade tends to make himself scarce, and acts as a voice unheard.
🌑 He tends to pull away, and maintain his presence in the background, which has often prompted others to pull him back in.

🌑 Shade’s love for animals knows no bounds.
🌑 If he is seen with a critter on hand, it is because somewhere along his daily routines, the teenager found a wounded animal which he promptly decided to nurse back to health.
🌑 Equally so, Shade has a weak spot for the 'cute and fuzzy', which is a secret he keeps close to heart.
🌑 He enjoys romance, to a fault, and reads novels with a heavy focus on the subject more often than he would like to admit.
🌑 Around those he happened to feel an attraction to, Shade comes off as shy, but is easily hidden beneath his overall reserved nature.

🌑 With all of this in mind, the boy is still part of a cult.
🌑 Being an assassin, or an acolyte in the way of murder, Shade carries himself with cold and calculated executions in more aggressive interactions.
🌑 Despite valuing life to a certain point, cracks in this philosophy can be seen, when he draws his blade.

Likes
🌑 Knives.
🌑 Sneaking.
🌑 Animals.
🌑 Playing cards.
🌑 Guessing games.
🌑 Parlor tricks, (watching them).

Dislikes
🌑 Bright lights.
🌑 Large, open spaces.
🌑 Loud sounds.
🌑 Recklessness.

Hobbies
🌑 Drawing.
🌑 Wood carving.

History
Birth
🌑 Stories concerning Dark Elves tend towards a single tune, that they are servants of Evil.
🌑 This is, related to the absolute majority, true.
🌑 However, as is the case for most sentient beings, not all agree on the same ideals.
🌑 A handful of Dark Elves strayed from their kinsmen, which in turn branded them traitors and deserters.
🌑 Shade's parents were two of these peculiar individuals, those who saw less of an appeal in bowing to the forces of evil.
🌑 Whether an act of morality or self-preservation, it was a motion dictated by differing desires.
🌑 Demons are interested in one thing, and one thing alone, which is power.
🌑 Where most Dark Elves either ignored this fact, or failed to witness it, some were heavily affected by the glaring truth.

🌑 Shade was born following these events, where his early years were spent in hiding.
🌑 Of course, one ought not to blame the family of three, as Dark Elves had warranted their prejudice through actions of horror and tyranny.
🌑 Due to the immensely difficult climate, maintaining the presence of other Dark Elves who had abandoned the Demon Lords was nearly impossible.
🌑 Larger groups are easier to spot, and most certainly warrant more attention.
🌑 A small family of Dark Elves might be considered a shunned oddity, but not quite a threat.
🌑 A group of Dark Elves is an act of aggression all on its own.

🌑 It was what prompted Shade's parents to separate from their kinsmen even further, abandoning both friend and foe, in an attempt to remain sheltered by this obfuscation.
🌑 Shade was born, though cliché, in a cave.
🌑 It was his home, and it was a location both remote, and easy to protect.
🌑 Vegetation was rich, which allowed for fruit, and the confined space of a dark cave allowed for protection.
🌑 This was where Shade's life began, the product of two Dark Elves who had taken a step away from everything they once knew, in an attempt to carve their own path.

Cult of Moonshadow
🌑 Not long after Shade's sixth birthday did his father introduce him to the arts of shadow stalking.
🌑 It was also when Shade was initiated into a cult ran by his parents.
🌑 It was called The Cult of Moonshadow, and consisted of mainly humans, all of whom hailed from darker backgrounds.
🌑 Though controversial, and by all intents unknown, The Cult of Moonshadow was a new chapter, a haven for thieves, thugs, murderers, and criminals to cast aside their past misdeeds, and aim their dark skills at another target.
🌑 The Cult was built by Shade's parents as a zealous organization focusing on the assassination of monsters, and those who would support in their advance.
🌑 'Evil, to fight Evil', is a saying often used within this obscure, unknown cult.
🌑 The Cult of Moonshadow currently has fifteen members, and Shade is by far the youngest.
🌑 The main goal of this cult is to eventually assassinate the Demon Lords, and those who would follow them.
🌑 It is a far off dream, but one they pursue with extreme intent.

Setting Out
🌑 Still in training to become a true slayer of monstrous fiends, no acolyte on this path would manage a day in the role, without understanding the surrounding world.
🌑 Shade needed to learn what it meant to actually fight monsters, and what it meant to interact with the environment.
🌑 Where the safety of a cult he had known throughout the boy's life was comfortable indeed, the trials ahead would not look kindly upon him.
🌑 At sixteen years of age, Shade was deemed ready to venture beyond Moonshadow, and return one day, when he had grown accustomed to the world his cult aimed to aid, in their own way, through the shadows.
🌑 Shade was instructed to join the Adventurers Guild where this trial would find itself performed most effectively.
🌑 He was also told to hide his true nature whenever possible.
🌑 Of course, he was to never speak of Moonshadow, but rather return a wise young man, with the world surrounding him none the wiser in turn.

Adventuring Rank
🌑 Porcelain

Equipment
Assassin's Blade
🌑 A light-weight, small blade.
🌑 Not suited for prolonged clashing.

🌑 Blade

Traveling Gear
🌑 Light, barely defensive armor.
🌑 Includes a cloak for obfuscation, and warmth.

Lockpicks
🌑 Intermediate tools for less advanced locks.

Porcelain Adventurer's Tag
🌑 Just a start.

Skills
Assassination
🌑 Shade's main skill is delivering attacks to unguarded, weak spots.
🌑 Rather than swinging at his opponent, Shade gauges their movements and calculates the most devastating area to strike.
🌑 He prefers his opponents to be focusing on someone else, in combat, which makes Shade far deadlier.

Stealth
🌑 As is the bread and butter of an assassin, Shade is incredibly stealthy, and sneaky.
🌑 He moves with weightless steps, and prefers to stick to the shadows.

Lockpicking
🌑 Shade is adept at picking locks, and going where he's not supposed to be.
🌑 The ability can, however, be used for good, especially when releasing prisoners.

[Kazemitsu]

Name: Lizard Fighter

Age: 19

Race: Lizardman

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Lizard Fighter seems like your typical lizardfolk, huge, muscular, and intimidating. Except instead of browns and greens he's ruby red with a cream colored 'underbelly'. He stands at seven feet tall and has the build of a long time laborer, muscles rippling under that naturally tough hide. Some scars do litter his body, focused mostly in the arms and shins, except an obvious quadruple line running diagonally across his face. Barely missing his eyes.

His garb is strange for a lizard man of the deep swamps. Fingerless gauntlets that retained the fur underneath and floofed out at the elbows. A thick hide vest with a fishnet shirt underneath with the same fluffy visibles like his hand protection. Strangely made pants of leather and canvas that left open pockets at his upper thighs, probably due to his tail. Digigrade leather wrappings that had connecting iron kneepads. To hold his ensemble up is a coarse leather belt with a pair of leather bags, one at the hip the other at the small of his back for his stuff.

Height: 7'7"
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: None

Personality:
Unlike what Lizard Fighter's gung-ho body looks like, his personality is very laid back. Preferring to lounge and watch others instead of actually doing extra activities with others. Maybe it was because of his reptilian nature, watching and being a lethargic behemoth. Although when he does interact, it's in almost a deadpan manner and incredibly blunt. The reptilian man never sugar-coated what he was saying or thinking. This lack of tact didn't earn him many friends back home.

Despite his supposed laziness, he does get riled up. It's also very easy to do so, a lazy giant with a short fuse isn't very good. This probably ties into his animalistic tendencies, at the hint of aggression or provocation he returns it in force and forcing others to restrain him from going ballistic.

Likes: Warm and Humid Climates, Exotic Foods, Wrestling and Tests of Strength.
Dislikes: Cold Climates, Physical Weakness, Being Provoked.
Hobbies: Trying New Foods, Basking in the Sun, Making Atlas Stones.

History:
Lizard Fighter had the typical upbringing of a lizardman. He was raised in the swamps to the South, learning to care for what the village had as soon as he could walk and speak. He quickly developed a deep seated need to take care of everything he earned considering certain things were harder to come by in a swamp than on dry land. Like quality metal, iron bacteria was plentiful but produced little of that hard metal. Although his people never wanted for food since they knew what to look for.

Unfortunately Lizard Fighter wasn't adept at tracking, or hunting, or gathering non-poisonous substances for the younger tribe members. Eating so much poison gave him a big boost in his resistance to it, it tended to taste good dammit...

He did excel at combat though, each member of the tribe when they reached eight started to learn basic weapon usage. It was here that he took up the lead, wrestling other youths into submission or disarming and knocking them to the ground. His people practiced with clubs, wooden spears, and claws. No metal until they were older so they didn't kill each other by accident.

Of course accidents happen. L.F's rival raked his claws across his twelve year old face, leaving deep cuts that developed into the scars he adorned today. Training and real combat were different however, so he had been sent out years later to experience the world gain the experience needed.

It was at this point L.F received an old knife and a buckler from his chief before being sent on his way. His people weren't blind to the world though and he had heard about Adventurer's. How often they fought and how far they explored. What better profession could there be for the 'savage of the swamp'. He followed rumors and directions to Palisade town, a place of beginnings for Adventurers or so they said.

Adventuring Rank: Porcelain

Equipment:

• Studded Club: A hefty piece of wood with a simple leather binding at the tapered 'grip'. In the bulky head of the club are iron rivets to help concentrate the bludgeoning force into smaller areas for higher damage. Or so the shopkeeper said...
• Old Big Knife

  
  : A surprisingly huge blade, more like a small beefy sword than a knife, that protects the knuckles of the user with a sharpened guard. It has several cracks along the blade denoting its heavy usage along with a slightly rounded tip.
• Buckler: The smallest of all of the shields, this is strapped to his forearm to leave his hands free. It's a thin piece of iron, dinged up and slightly rusted, with the typical bubble in the middle to ease impacts.
• Leather Attire: Adorning the man were basic leather clothing. Albeit thick and much more crude than what humans normally made. Essentially it was hides turned inside out so the fur was inside, except the collar and hem of the vest.
• Porcelain Adventurer's Tag

Skills:

• Athletic: Living in a swamp has its benefits. You learn how to move through tougher terrain, build strong muscles, and learn how to climb good. Lizard Fighter can perform long leaps, swim easily, climb where others can't, and traverse muddy terrain as if it were a dirt road. Of course the deeper the muck the slower he goes despite being used to it.
• Toughness: Given his reptilian nature he has a tougher physique thanks to his scaled hide. Also thanks to taking many a blow back in his home while growing up. He can shrug off minor hits and mitigates some of the damage of stronger attacks. Either by changing the angle of how they hit or flexing to lessen the impact.
• Poison Resistance: Due to living in a swamp the majority of his life he has become highly resistant to poisonous substances. Prolonged exposure will still affect him but it takes longer than the average human.

[Xaltwind]

Name: Druid Girl
Age: 16
Race: Human(?)
Gender: Female

Appearance:

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Druid Girl is an attractive young woman with healthy, shiny caramel-colored skin, long, silky and glossy black hair as well as bright, sunny eyes with the color of gold. She stands at just above average height, with a well-defined body, ample bosom, taut stomach and curvy legs. She is not slim or slender though, but neither is she chubby or overly plump, instead she sports a healthy and trim physique, with well-sculpted limbs and digits.

As for her attire, it is very simplistic. During late spring through to early autumn, she wears a cropped, hooded vest, a white tight-fitting bandeau on her chest - exposing her midriff completely, along with a pelvic curtain - held in place by a long-tailed sash - with many fabrics woven into it. On her feet she wears a pair of multi-strapped, but simple, sandals and on her forearms she wears a pair of simple cloth bracers. She also adorns her hair with two, long, snow-white feathers - one on each side of her head. Also worth noting is that the sash she wears has a handful of small bells hanging from it. During late autumn to early spring, her "winter clothes" consists of a hooded coat instead of the vest, a woolen shirt instead of the bandeau and a long skirt, with leggings underneath, isntead of the curtained skirt. She also wears boots and gloves instead of the sandals and bracers.

Druid Girl's voice is sweet and gentle, but full of life and vibrant energy. She is very expressive, both in her face and body-language. She has no qualms about showing physical affection for those she likes or cares for, hugging or embracing them without a smidge of embarrassment. By the same token though, it's eaasy to tell when she's upset and/or angry. Also, despite being a human, her unnaturally colored eyes seem to hint at some non-human blood running through her veins, though exactly what is far too distant and far-removed to have any actual impact on her psyche or body.

Height: 5'5" / 166 cm
Eye Color: Gold
Hair Color: Black

Personality:
Druid Girl is a friendly and kind person, with a love for life and the world around her. She is bright and cheerful, but can be mischievous and physically playful - especially with other girls. She loves nature and animals, which were the main reasons she chose to train as a druid in the first place. Additionally, the young woman loves good food and almost all manner of sweets, which often leads to her getting depressed as a druid should not eat or want more food than they actually need. While she likes animals she does not keep pets, and does not like the concept of domestication.

Also, Druid Girl loathes those who are cruel, and even more so if its targeted against those that are weak or unable to defend themselves. She also cannot stand for pointless destruction or those who indulge in great excess. She has a very hard time for anyone who believes in racial supremacy too, as well as those who discriminate agains others because of their species or gender. Unlike many druids or nature-lovers though, she does not begrudge the construction of towns and cities, as long as they don't grow too large or cause too much damage to the surrounding areas. She prefers to be out in the wild though, or at least outdoors, to being couped up inside buildings or indoors, as it can cause her to feel a slight bit of claustrophobia.

Druid Girl also doesn't hold grudges, nor does she stay mad for long. Even if insulted or angered, it will fade rather quickly and she has an easy time returning to her regular, happy and kind self. This, of course, does not apply to beings of an unnatural state though, such as the undead or beings that don't belong in this world. Any and all creatures of this kind are abominations in her eyes, and should be expunged with extreme and immediate measures. She can also get irritated when people whine about things like rain, winter or the sweltering heat of summer, finding it pointless to complain about things that they cannot change, but can handle in one way or another.

In her spare time, she likes to take walks in forests and meadows while singing, as well as checking on the local wildlife and tending to plants and trees.

Likes: Animals, Nature, Kindness, Delicious food, Sweets, All seasons
Dislikes: Cruelty, Wildlife exploitation, Senseless destruction, Unnatural beings (undead, demons, etc), People complaining about weeather and seasons
Hobbies: Singing, Forest strolls, Tending nature, Snacking on foods & sweets, Bathing, Teasing

History:
Druid Girl was born and grew up in a rural village in the western parts of the kingdom. Her parents were simple folk, her father a farmhand and her mother a daycare nurse. From an early age, she was brought along to both parents workplaces, being shown both the importance of crops and the kidness of caring for others. The girl never complained about this though, she loved her family and was happy to be with, and helping them. She espcially liked working with her father, who would show her how different crops grew, how to deal with animals and even how and where to do simple foraging. Her mother taught her more in the ways of showing kindness, the values of helping others and that why not to be spiteful or mean.

It was a peaceful time and though life wasn't always easy, it was still full of warmth of joy. As she grew older, she would take more and more interest in the things that nature could and would provide - flowers, mushrooms, nuts, roots, various types of grass and even the wild beasts that lived there. This growing interest however meant she spent less and less time aiding her parents willingly, which began to cause friction. Eventually, these little disagreements became arguments, and eventually full-blown conflicts. Finallye, Druid Girl left her house after a particularly nasty confrontation with her parents.

She left her home and her village and began to wander the great outdoors. However, even with the little information her father had provided, surviving on her own proved far tougher than she had expected. On the verge of both freezing to death and starving, she was found by a wanderer - a wanderer who happaned to be an arch druid himself. After being fed and being allowd to share his campfire, the girl told her tale and explained herself, her interest and curiosity about nature and the wilds. At first the old man urged her to return to her family, but she insisted that she wouldn't do so until she could prove that her desire to know and explore nature was more than just self-indulgence, she wanted to prove that it could be useful to both her and others. The old druid sighed and told her that, if she so desired, she could become his apprentice - on the condition that once she finished training, she would return to her family and show off the fruits of her labor.

Agreeing in a heartbeat, with the brightest smile this side of the world, Druid Girl had no hesitation or doubts when taking the old man up on his offer. The next few years were spent studying and learning from her mentor, who taught her many things, both about flora an fauna. He taught her how to speak to animals and plants, where to look and how to move to find things or places, as well as teaching her the basic arts of druidic magics. Once she reached about her mid-teens, her master eventually told her that her training was complete, congratuating his student and wishing her well - in addition to reminding her of her promise and the responsabilities she now had as a druid herself.

Returning to her home, Druid Girl was sure that she would be able to show off her knowledge and skills to her parents, allowing them to mend the rift that had been caused those many years ago. Upon her return though, she found that her father had fallen ill and her mother was worked to the bone, having to both care for her sickly husband as well as do her job to bring home money for the pair. When she first arrived, her mother was quick to lecture and scold her, then pointing out her father's condition. However, once the daughter went outside and returned with some plants and herbs, brewed a tea and used her spellcraft to help heal her ailing father, the tune changed quite rapidly. Much bawling and apologizing was had - from both parties - and the reconciliation was a success.

With her father on the road to recovery and with her mother's tearful blessings, Druid Girl agains set out on the road, heading eastward. She had heard that there was a new town in the far-frontier, a place which surely could use the help and skills of a druid to aid in keeping the wilderness in check, or at bay. So she began her journey, on the slippery, slithering pathway of adventure.

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Stats, Skills & Parameterss:

Adventuring Rank: Porcelain

Equipment:
- Simple Garb: The clothes on her back. Consisiting of her hooded vest, bandeau, bracers, slit pelvic curtain skirt and sandal shoes. There are no special properties to any of these clothing articles.

- Simple Oak Staff: A simple staff made from oak wood. It's design is plain and unadorned, with a fist-sized gnarl at the top. It reaches roughtly to Druid Girl's neck in height. This item has no special properties to it.

- Quality Studded Bracers: A pair of good-quality studded leather bracers. Bought in Palisade Town. They offer protection for the wrists and forearms while they also don't hinder movement or interfere with spellcasting.

- Simple Sickle: A regular sickle, useful for cutting plants or cutting faces. The curved, crescent-shaped blade is made from steel and the handle is made from plain wood. There are no special properties to this item.

- Porcelain Adventurer's tag.

- Small Pouch: A small bag for carrying items and provisions, hanging from her hip.

Skills:
Herbalism: Druid Girl has knowledge of what plants do and cause what effect. As such, she knows how to make simple remedies, potions, salves and even poisons. While her skills cannot match up to those of professional alchemists of apothecaries, she can at least provide basic and simple supplies for herself and her allies.

Animal Empathy: Being a druid, she can commune and understand wild beasts on a far more intimate level tha most. As such, she can calm, dissuade or even befriend animals in the wild. Of course, she can only do this with one beast at a time, and cannot handle an entire pack or multiple animals at once.

Wilderness Lore: Being attuned to nature and the wild, Druid Girl can see and tell what has happened in any place, so long as it is in the outdoors. Be it in natural caves, mountains, woodlands or fields, she can find animal trails, tracks, nests and more with the help of her knowledge and wisdom. These skills do not work inside settlements or man-made structures though.

Spells:
Greater Magic Spell-uses per Day: x3

Spells List:

Lesser Magic

Name: Summon Pixie
Chant: "Lend me your glow, tiny fey, summon pixie!"
Description: The caster conjures a small, palm-sized pixie to come to their aid. The tiny fey glows with a golden light and leaves a glittering trail behind it as it flies. It radiates light on par with a strong candle-flame, but other than providing light it cannot do much else, save scout ahead and around corners. It cannot fight and it can be killed if struck by an attack.
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Name: Faerie Fire
Chant: "Reveal to me our enemy, faerie fire!"
Description: This spell allows the caster to outline a desired target with a shimmering, glowing outline of luminous violet. Especially in dark areas or at night, this makes the target extremely easy to see and much simpler to strike. However, this spell only works on one target at a time and must be re-cast if to be used against multiple targets. The effect also only lasts for a minute or so.

Greater Magic

Name: Frost Fingers
Chant: "May winter's touch chill your bones, shiver in the icy cold, frost fingers!"
Description: This spell causes the caster to conjure a wedge-shaped burst of pure cold that extends a short distance infront of their hands. Any creatures caught in the attack are struck by cold damage and - if they survive - are slowed and chilled for a short duration thereafter. This spell has no effect on undead or creatures used to cold climates.
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Name: Minor Heal
Chant: "Let the earth's gentle embrace ease your suffering, minor heal."
Description: This is the druidic version of Lesser Heal, the most basic and simple of all healing spells. It allows smaller injuries like cuts, bites or similar minor injutires to be mended and soothed. It also resupplies a very small amount of lost blood. It can only partially lessen the pain and size of larger, more severe injuries though and cannot heal fatal wounds.