[CHAR] Yggdrasil Chronicles: Iron Grip

[Whoami]

Dramatis Personae

Dramatis Personae are NPCs of importance to the plot of the RP. These characters are the many faces that will be used by the GM and Co-GM in order to progress the story. Note that not all of these Dramatis Personae are allies, some are neutral and others are even your enemies. As time goes on, more Dramatis Personae will be added to the repertoire. Some will only make their appearance in this section as they are revealed in the plot of the RP. As the story progresses and changes, so will the Dramatis Personae.

Ada Maas, The Spymaster

Ada Maas

Age
38

Race
Human

Personality
Ada's personality depends on the context of her presence. Officially, Ada is a charming woman who holds the people's best interest at heart and resents the actions of organized crime associations. Ada is constantly funding task forces to uproot corruption as a smokescreen, unbeknownst to those very task forces, they're only removing crime that she has deliberately placed for them. Ada isn't who the public eye makes her out to be. As Tyberia's Raga'Mu, she is one of the most powerful figures in the city and nobody knows it, not even the other under kings of the Tan'Raga as she has inserted a puppet to assume the role while she makes the decisions in the shadows. If one comes to the apparent Raga'Mu, he 'sends' his best agent to speak to them, Ada herself. When meeting others as a spy or information, Ada is a cunning fox. She has a sharp tongue and will often bring up secrets of her clients that should be known to nobody. Her words cut deep into the hardiest of men to manipulate them into stepping into her web of intrigue. Ada is truly cold, at times she is completely apathetic toward others; she sees many of their issues as 'problems of the privileged'. Still, as a spy, Ada seems to have redeeming qualities. Before her rise to power as Tyberia's spymaster, she was once a field agent for her master, the previous Raga'Mu. Ada uses her beauty to appeal to the vices of men and the jealousy of women to get what she wants. Those who know of her reputation know that Ada can't truly be trusted. Her motives are kept secret as is her agenda.

Backstory
Ada was a street child, she grew up not knowing who her parents were and had no real place to call home. Every day during her childhood was a battle against the elements and a struggle against the older street rats. Like most street rats, Ada found herself in the employ of Tyberia's Tan'Raga as a muse, a title given to child spies. Working for the Tan'Raga meant she was given shelter in exchange for completing her tasks, for her, it was serving the other under kings to glean information from them. None of the under kings knew she was working for the Raga'Mu known as Persepholis Maas, the greatest spymaster in Tyberia's history. Under Persepholis' tutelage, Ada managed to gather incriminating information of every other under king in the Tan'Raga. Persepholis didn't begin his coup d'etat until Ada was fifteen years old.

Half way through her teenage years, Persepholis formally adopted Ada. She had earned the Maas surname and became heir to his fortune that was the Tyberian Printing Press. Acting under the command of the High Raga, Persepholis divulged all of the information Ada had gathered on all of the other under kings as well as a man framed as the Raga'Mu to Tyberia's law enforcement. The High Raga was paranoid that the other under kings were plotting against him, he only trusted Persepholis because of the friendship and brotherhood they had shared since childhood. In a day, the Tan'Raga leadership was stripped and the High Raga appointed his new under kings. With a body of inexperienced under kings, him and Persepholis molded them into undying loyal servants, eliminating the worry of ever attempting a coup against him.

Where did Ada play in all of this? At fifteen, Ada was acting as the girlfriend of the police chief's son. She seeded corruption in the family with carefully chosen words and little hints to guide him toward further investigation of certain high profile figures. When Persepholis revealed the identities of the other under kings, the chief had already been investigating them, making the decision to take the initiative a simple one. Persepholis had seen Ada's growing affection for the police chief's son and allowed her to continue so long as her loyalty to the High Raga never shook. It came even to his surprise that Ada had been playing the part all along for four years. By nineteen, Ada's fingers were so deep in the police's operations that she could actually stop any activity simply by batting her eye lashes and showing a bit of leg. Ada's endeavors protected the Tan'Raga up until Persepholis passed away naturally at the age fifty-four.

The air quality in great cities were never ideal, and Persepholis has developed cancer in his lungs from residual mana. The High Raga mourned for his pact brother and honored him my instating Ada as his new Raga'Mu. Stepping into power at the age of nineteen, Ada knew she was going to be an easy target for the other under kings. Ada's work as Raga'Mu and head of the printing press led to her young and recently betrothed police chief to start asking unsavory questions. Where have you been late at night? Why are you so tired? You haven't been talking to me as much. You seem to resent my actions. It was time to cut ties. Ada planted half false evidence of the new police chief making deals with the Tan'Raga. He was arrested and imprisoned after a very brief investigation. Ada played as the oblivious woman who had no idea of her fiance's actions. She was off the hook. Ada then set her sights on the under kings. She already knew their vices, Persepholis has made her learn more about them as they were being inaugurated into the sinister crime empire. She just played at their weakness, using her other female spies to manipulate them and put them on a short leash.

By the age of twenty-five, Ada had earned the same level of trust from the High Raga as Persepholis had. Being an elf, the High Raga was still considered rather young to his people despite being sixty-one. Ada appealed to him, saying that she would be a far more effected Raga'Mu if she wasn't believed to actually carry the title. The High Raga agreed and had Ada 'replaced' with a puppet that was a part of Ada's inner circle of spies. From there, Ada went more public, becoming a commercial giant with the printing press. Now that her attention could be better divided, she could focus more on her legitimate appearance while still spinning her intricate web of lies throughout the city.

Ada is thirty-eight now. Since her apparent replacement as Raga'Mu, Ada's actions have become more subtle but they have nevertheless altered the politics of Tyberia drastically. While her puppet would take all the credit for it, so did all the blame. Every time a puppet failed, a new one took it's place; every one of them, a lesser spy of Ada's, aspiring to become her apprentice.

Skills
Lies, deception, slander, subterfuge. The creed of all spymasters in Yggdrasil. Ada's talents do not go to waste in Tyberia with the recent occupation by Asgard. With many of the city's elite still living a comfortable life, Ada enjoys many luxuries few commoners can even dream of while she pulls the strings of the city. Unknown to the populace of Tyberia, Ada is the true driving force of the city. Her network of information has replaced Tyberian leaders with her own puppets and has both uprooted and planted corruption. Seen as the inheritor of the city's most widespread printing press, she is entirely clear of suspicion and free to act as the city's eyes and ears and whispers.

• Master Spycraft - Ada's connections to Tyberia's Tan'Raga and her history of espionage against the state has led to her dangerous skills in spycraft. Ada employs many methods to acquire the information she knows; she never divulges more information than she must, leaving others perpetually curious of just how much she knows. Ada's influence reaches the far corners of Tyberia, she is seen at high profile political functions and low profile Tan'Raga gatherings. She has crafted webs of lies over other webs, her true motives are known only to her.
• Professional Sleight of Hand - In Ada's field of work, being quick with your hands is essential. One must pass notes or steal in plain sight to get the job done. Ada usually has an organization of spies in her employ to do these tasks for her; as such, her own skills in sleight of hand have diminished slightly.
• Adept Politics - One must know the ebb and flow of Tyberia's politics in order to effectively orchestrate a grand illusion and a grand subterfuge. To the lords of Tyberia, Ada is seen as an inheritor of her deceased father's company, the printing press to deliver news across the city. In truth, the company is the legitimate front of her previous master in order to glean information from the Tyberian elite. Ada spends as much time on news headlines as she does in the shadows of Tyberia's underworld. This level of renown has made Ada completely invisible, and it has enabled her to act freely. Her influence has spread into the highest echelons of Tyberia's leadership.
• Journeyman Pistolier - Combat is not Ada's concern, still, she defends herself if she must. Ada's lack of formal training with pistols shows. Ada isn't concerned with her skill in marksmanship however. When confronted for her lackluster skill, Ada reminds her colleagues that she is a spy, not an assassin.
• Professional Business - In order to maintain the illusion of a successful corporate leader, Ada has to play the part as much as look it. Her late master had established a printing press to deliver news, both true and incriminating as well as false and embellishing, to mislead the masses and manipulate them without anybody knowing. Being the most successful printing press in Tyberia, Ada's inheritance has skyrocketed her social status to be among the city's elite. In the eyes of the public, she has large shoes that she has yet to fill, but she is more than competent enough to handle the daily rigors of the press.

Ephraim Quaid, The General

Ephraim Quaid, High General of the Asgardian 5th Legion

Ephraim Quaid

Age
154

Race
Elf

Personality
Regal and proud, Ephraim is considered by many to be the model elf. Highborn and noble, with a calm, intelligent demeanor, Ephraim speaks with a certain, politeness and flair. Well spoken, articulate, and intelligent, though at times, haughty and arrogant, it is clear that Ephraim holds himself above most others. Like most highborn elves, Ephraim appears to be perpetually disdainful towards "inferior beings", as well as the incompetent. Extremely prideful, Ephraim does not tolerate disrespect, and freely doles out punishments and reprimands to those that displease him.

Background
High General of the Asgardian 5th Legion, Ephraim hails from a long line of talented manaweavers, and is one himself. Well learned and disciplined, Ephraim joined the Asgardian Military Academy through the power of his pedigree, and graduated as one of its top members. Turning down an offer from the Knights Arcana, Ephraim instead pursued a career in the Asgardian military, quickly earning the Emperor's favor, and within 30 years, was admitted to the Emperor's closest council of generals. Given command of the 5th Legion- second only in prowess to the Emperor's own personal 1st Legion, Ephraim is widely regarded as one of the Emperor's most powerful and trusted generals.

Whilst originally resistant to the Zephyr upon their arrival, when the Emperor pledged fealty to the Zephyr, Ephraim followed without question. And on the Emperor's orders, invaded and took over multiple rebelling lesser kingdoms, as well as embarked on two successful campaigns to expand Asgard's territories.

Skills

• Accomplished Swordsmanship - More than a mere commander of strategy, Ephraim's talent with the sword has been honed over the course of decades. Regarded as one of the best swordsmen in Asgard, few have challenged him and lived to tell the tale.
• Adept Manaweaving - manaweaving is a difficult talent to master, and Ephraim's decades of practice have rewarded him with considerable skill in the art. While he lacks the raw power and talent his son possesses, he has more than enough experience to facedown many a skilled manaweaver.
• Accomplished Strategist - Commander of the 5th Legion, Ephraim has trained and led his men for decades, and has even instituted a new standard of soldier, to which all Asgardian Legions currently emulate.
• Adept Statescraft - As a highborn elf, it is only natural that Ephraim engages in politics and the matters of state. His status as one of the Emperor's most trusted Generals also helps with this.

Equipment

• Sieglinde - An ornate, masterfully crafted greatsword forged from the finest Mithril in Asgard. Despite its size, Ephraim is quite capable of wielding it in a single hand, as well as wielding it with both hands. A gift from the Emperor, and forged by the finest of dwarven blacksmiths, it is rumored that this blade is capable of rending even a Legionnaire in half with a single stroke.

Kaidan Malcador, the Rebel

Kaidan Malcador

Age
44

Race
Human

Personality
Kaidan is jaded man with a particular distaste for Asgard. He is always scheming against the new occupying regime that has conquered his home. One quick look in his eyes and it can be seen that everything he says and does is thought about in depth beforehand. Kaidan is the figurehead of the Tyberian Resistance and he prefers to keep it that way to take eyes off of other associated parties. Despite being the face of the resistance, he is also a competent leader and has proven himself time and time again against Asgardian soldiers. Kaidan is a reliable man who always pulls through in an operation. His continued efforts against the regime in Tyberia has made him public enemy number one and he embraces the role. With the branding of terrorist, Kaidan acts freely in the city. Many fear Kaidan and many more love him, the bravest seek him out to either join his cause or end it. Kaidan does not share his past beyond what is known from his time in Tyberia. He is an enigmatic man who knows that if his story were to reach the wrong ears, his whole idea of revolution would crumble.

Backstory
Perhaps Kaidan would tell parts of his story to members of his inner circle within the resistance...

Skills
Whether it's guerrilla warfare or a grand heist, Kaidan is connected. The leader of the Tyberian Revolutionaries is multitalented and infamously good at what he does. Kaidan's experience as a smuggler and a Tyberian soldier after that has lead to his broad range of talents. Marksmanship, strategy, and improvisation are the best words used to describe Kaidan's mode of operation.

• Master Smuggler - Kaidan was an infamous smuggler before he was drafted into Tyberia's defense force. The world did not know of this talent, and it still doesn't know. He uses his smuggling rings to distribute stolen goods to his fledgling resistance.
• Professional Pistolier - News of Asgard's imminent invasion had led to Kaidan being drafted into Tyberia's military. He excelled in pistol marksmanship and so he was assigned as an urban skirmisher for when Tyberia's walls would inevitably fall to Asgard's might.
• Adept Guerrilla - Skirmishing and ambushing Asgardian troops in the streets of Tyberia was Kaidan's expertise. While Tyberia was a battleground, Kaidan and his unit of skirmishers helped stem the tide. Those hit and run tactics have translated well into running a small resistance movement.
• Adept Stealth - Discretion is obviously one of the most important factors when running a rebel cell. Kaidan knows how to stay light on his feet and out of sight. He does his best to train his recruits in the ways of stealth.
• Professional Alchemist - Desperate times call for desperate measures. When supplies are low, Kaidan must improvise to create tools of destruction and anarchy. Kaidan has learned a great deal of things in his smuggling days. He puts this knowledge to great effect for when something needs to go boom.
• Adept Inventor - Along with alchemy, Kaidan know hows to create somewhat complex machines. While not a master of this craft, it serves it purpose for when his improvised bombs need a timer or a remote detonator. Kaidan can also make other clockwork contraptions to aid his cause.

Equipment

• Manalock Pistol - Kaidan uses a standard military manalock pistol.
• Flintlock Pistol - Kaidan also wields an older, more ornate flintlock pistol for when more stopping power in needed.

[Lucky]

Winston Wicklowe

Winston Wicklowe

Inventor, Innovator, Incognito, Inpressive!

Name:
Winston Wicklowe

Age:
42

Race:
Gnome

Personality:
"Winston Wicklowe, curious clockwork constructor and adept alliteration aficionado! You're honored to meet me. So you must be wondering what you're doing standing at the counter of my humble shop. Why, you're reveling in my brilliance, of course! Yes, I may be tucked away in the far corner of Tyberia, between the kabob stall and the closed chain store of Gears "R" Us, but I tell you that unrecognized genius is simply a side-effect of wickedly wonderful-- uhh-- waterbirds?"

The gnomish engineer is plagued with a history mana mishandling, and is thus considered by the community as the eccentric, yet mostly harmless, neighbor who also happens to enjoy building exo-skeletons. Winston is chatty, but is slow to trust anyone that is outside his inner circle (which consists mainly of the kabob vendor and automatons smaller than he is). Once he is accepted, and he has accepted you, then expect a generous discount on his latest Long Leg Lengtheners™.

Backstory:
Hailing from the gnome-centric Eastern city-state of Eidolon, Winston began his life as an engineer's apprentice and imagined no other life path, not from a lack of creativity or spirit of adventure but rather knew he was literally born and raised to do this. His parents, aides to the early tesla constructs, were methodical and particular about the way that their only son was to learn the world around him. In uncharacteristically series of poor child-proofing their home/workshop, Winston would regularly devise ways to unlock the mana crystal storage units and get his stubby gloveless fingers on those shiny rocks. The number of burns on his hands did little to deter the small creature, and in fact may have only emboldened his resolve to pursue a career in mana crystal-based engineering, if not also leave an obvious effect on his mind.

During his apprenticeship in Eidolon, at the age of 23, he was tasked to personally deliver a crate of mechanisms to a small business in Tyberia. At first the gnome refused, recalling that he is not much of a shrewd negotiator, but he was assured by his Master Engineer Worworth that there is a reason for his being sent to the grand city. So with easy travel, and packed only for a week's stay in Tyberia, he set off to deliver the parts. Upon arrival, however, his carriage was impounded for what he was told "indefinitely." There was a short interrogation but Winston was none the wiser of the circumstances, so he was restricted to his hotel room for an extended stay.

A month rolled by receiving no updates but still not allowed to leave, so he got restless and craved the industry. Bound to the city but not specifically to the hotel, he wandered the workshops until he found an exo-skeleton designer; a shop of units that allow anyone to be fitted with a clockwork spine and any set of tools or limbs to enhance their own work or lives. Every week of sending requests to the police turned into months, and eventually fell into new apprenticeship with the exo-skeleton construction so as to "fill in his time for now." Four months after arriving in Tyberia, Winston finally received notice that he can travel back home, but as if by fate he also received a letter from home.

The Master Engineer Worworth was charged for multiple major criminal acts, including treason to Eidolon's technocracy and smuggling top-secret blueprints and parts. Worried that he may be accused of being an accomplice, he discreetly burned the letter and quietly returned to his work at the shop. Over the next two decades, he regained confidence in his new community and stepped up into the old owner's shoes as he retired. Keeping the name of the shop "Loads of Loads", he became the new proprietor and expanded on its premise with more wild creations, some more unstable than the last.

Like any citizen of Tyberia, Winston was less than satisfied with the surrender of his home to the Asgards and started under-the-table engineering efforts that increase the productivity of the revolutionaries. If one is a regular member of the community, they will know the name Wicklowe and his ongoing bizarre creations.

Skills and Abilities:

Accomplished Engineer: Having worked under several masters and different types of engineering, Winston is now locally-renowned in Tyberia. His constructions are of high-quality, if not unusual, niches. Mana crystals power almost every single thing, no matter how minor.

Professional Merchant: Decades of dealing with clients has granted him a keener eye to the needs of his customers, and will only negotiate for lower prices if he believes someone is truly in need.

Journeyman Gunslinger: Winston may be averse to combat, but that doesn't mean he could never use a personal defense weapon. Even when he had never shot a gun before, he ordered a custom-made revolver. Once it came in, he considered changing his mind on the "no fighting" thing and now goes to the range a few times every month.

Journeyman Cook: Cooking food may be as much science as it is an art, but the real intricacies of spices still elude him. Meanwhile, he can make a mean salamander burger.

Equipment:

Custom Mana-Revolver "Candle"

Automaton Familiar "Thunker"

[vietmyke]

Cormag Ruunsten

Cormag Ruunsten

Name:
Cormag Ruunsten
Age:
30
Race:
Orcish

Personality:
Despite his imposing stature and natural grimace, Cormag is surprisingly easy to get along with. Kindly and warm, a few years of parenthood have softened Cormag's otherwise rocky demeanor. Cormag possesses a seemingly limitless amount of patience- though the few to have seen his temper flare up have vowed to never witness it in their lives again. Extremely protective of those that he deems within his 'flock', Cormag while reluctant to kill, will not hesitate to come to blows over the defense of those he holds close.

Growing up in a traditional Orcish community, some values are hard to shake. Cormag inherently values freedom and free-spiritedness, as well as respect and honor amongst combatants. His in-built aggression and scrappiness has been tempered by the years and replaced with a stoic resolve and self-confidence.

Notably, Cormag carries a thinly disguised hatred for Asgardians and their occupation forces, and while he won't actively confront or engage with them, he makes sure to keep his tabs on them. He holds an obvious grudge against them, but manages to hold his temper.

Nowadays, Cormag is viewed as one of the pillars of the local community, relatively well known amongst the smaller neighborhoods as a local handyman and problem fixer- as well as a role model and pseudo-guardian for many youths.

Backstory:
Cormag was born miles above the sands of Tarcanis in the medical ward of an Orcish nomadship, in one of the few Sky-caravans of Yggdrasil. His people were not unlike other orcish tribes- nomadic, warlike and traditionalist; with some moderate differences- primarily being airborne as opposed to groundbased. The Orcish tribe of the Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi were as much a military unit as they were clans and families. Newborns and younglings were provided all of the resources the clan had to offer, until they matured as adults at the age of 12. Afterwards, they were expected to provide 8 years of service pro-bono to the Clan. After those 8 years, they were allowed to get married, leave, or stay on with the clan- which to little surprise, most stayed.

Cormag was no exception to these rules. As a child, he learned the values of his clan, a combination of martial prowess and discipline, alongside shamanistic teachings and spirituality. As he reached adulthood, Cormag would join the ranks of the Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi and put those teachings into practice. The famed Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi made their way across Yggdrasil- a brutally effective mercenary unit for hire, and would serve anyone with the resources to pay. Grudges were never held nor meted out, and never more brutal than they had to be, the Nar Mat-Kordh-Ishi has seen service with and against Asgard forces, as well as Seccessionists and Eastern City States.

Neither the biggest nor strongest sky-marine the Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi had ever produced, Cormag nevertheless progressed steadily through his years of service, earning the respect of his peers and elders as a capable and reliable soldier. When Cormag reached his twentieth birthday and committed to staying along with the Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi, he was given command of his own small ship and crew, and like many smallships, was sent out to find their own work for the good of the clan.

Cormag and his crew would eventually make their home base in Tyberia- not unlike several other Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi crews- its large size and presence as a trade hub meant there was always plentiful work: from courier services, to caravan guard duty, and even plain mercenary contracts. Somewhere along the line, during his work in Tyberia, Cormag would meet an elven widow and her daughter: Alara and Sera. They were surprising opposites- Cormag cool and collected, while Alara was hot headed and temperamental, however they found common ground in their love for the sky- with Alara being a manasmith mechanic short on work. Proving herself a capable airship engineer, Cormag would take the elven widow on as a part of his ship's crew- to the shock of his orcish crew. Despite the reservations of many, Cormag and the widow would fall in love and marry, and Alara and her daughter were brought into the clan with the full- if reluctant blessings of the Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi Elders.

The coming years brought trouble for Tyberia, and as it became apparent that the Asgardians would invade, the City desperately reached out for mercenaries and soldiers to help defend its walls. Cormag and the Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi were no exception, and readied themselves alongside the Tyberian defenders.

The ensuing battle was short, vicious, and laughably one-sided.

Despite their training and skill, the Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi were reduced from a large fleet of warships and fighters to little more than a scattering of ragged smallships under the sheer numerical might of the Asgardian army. With what remained of their combat fleet in tatters and their clan homeships limping away to relative safety further east, the famed Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi were effectively no more.

For his part, Cormag and his crew were shot down over the city of Tyberia and were sent crashing into a small neighborhood. Cormag lost his left arm and leg, and most of his crew to the crash. Cormag's wife Alara, also met her end as their ship crashed. With the battle effectively over and spirit broken, Cormag and what was left of the Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi were forced into hiding within the depths of Tyberia.

In the time following the occupation of Tyberia, Cormag and whats left of the Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi have resurfaced as the Nar Ir Har- an orcish construction company, operating mostly as a non-profit to rebuild parts of the city damaged during the fighting. Taking on able bodied men and women from all walks of life, the Nar Ir Har work hard to rebuild the city- whilst also providing "self defense lessons" to certain individuals.

Skills and Abilities:

• Professional Marksmanship - Formerly a Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi Sky-Marine, Cormag is well versed in the usage and operation of a variety of weapons- from the manalock and boarding shotgun to the pistol, and everything inbetween.
• Professional Armsman - Fighting is something Orcs are born with, and weapons are as much a part of their culture as food or religion. Cormag is no exception to this tradition, and is well versed in a variety of melee weapons- particularly axes.
• Journeyman Carpenter - Having picked up a simpler profession after his retirement, Cormag works as a local construction foreman, and whilst he has some knowledge on the craft itself, he does more organizing than actual labor.
• Journeyman Pilot - While not an airship pilot by profession, basic vehicle operation was a skill instilled upon all Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi Sky-Marines. While not capable of piloting a full sized airship, Cormag is at least capable of handling smaller crafts, and at the very least escape craft.
• Novice Medic - By no means a surgeon, Cormag possesses basic field medical care knowledge. He can clean and dress a wound, apply a tourniquet, and follow the directions of a properly trained medical professional.

Equipment:

• Nahtar - A lovingly crafted bearded axe used for boarding actions and close quarters fighting. Created for Cormag by his late wife Alara, runes inscribed along the edge of the blade protect it from breaking or dulling. An orcish prayer for good fortune is carved into its handle.
• Prosthetic Arm and Leg - simple, yet effective exo-limb replacements for Cormag's missing extremities- crafted by Winslow Wicklowe. Cold, uncomfortable, and occasionally painful, these prosthetics give him strength comparable to his former orcish limbs- arguably better strength since machines don't tire like muscles do.
• Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi Manalock Carbine - A short barreled manalock design preferred by clan sky-marines. Its shorter barrel and compact stock slightly reduces its effective range compared to traditional manalocks for more controllability and ease of use in tighter quarters- such as on airships or within cities. This carbine design is rugged and durable, and uses a pump-action to recycle mana. Currently collecting dust in a trunk hidden under the floorboards of Cormag's basement.
• NMKI Combat Vest - A combat flak vest regularly used by Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi Sky-marines. Mana defusing bronze plates riveted between two layers of soft but dense leather provide less protection than Asgardian bronze-plate, but more mobility. Currently collecting dust in a trunk hidden under the floorboards of Cormag's basement.

[Theyra]

Teuvo Nieminen

Appearance: Teuvo
Name: Teuvo Nieminen
Age: 25
Race: Human

Personality: Teuvo can be described as friendly, outspoken, and generally an easy-going person. He is always eager to help design products for the company as his father did and is down to earth despite his family's status. He is slow to trust but, once you get his trust. Teuvo can be very loyal, and if that trust is broken. It will be difficult to regain his trust. After losing his parents, Teuvo has grown protective of his younger sister to the point of annoying her, for he does not want to lose another family member. Along with getting noticeably angry whenever his parents' death is brought up. Frustrated over his failure to find his parents, killers, after two years of searching.

Backstory: The eldest of two and from the former independent northern Kingdom of Abküla. Teuvo's parents, Kaleva and Raila Nieminen, run Võsalu Industries, a wealthy Abkülan company that currently makes land vehicles. Being the eldest, Teuvo was expected to take over the company when his father died and was given the best education to that end. Teuvo would handle the pressure well and would do well with his studies. Like his father, Teuvo would have a knack for engineering and would work on ideas in his free time.

When Teuvo was sixteen, tensions were growing in the Abküla between the monarchy and nobility. Threatening to break out into civil war, and it was bad enough that Teuvo's father decided to relocate Võsalu Industries somewhere stable like Tyberia. Which they planned on coming back, but when Asgard invaded and conquered Abküla. Teuvo's and his family stayed in Tyberia permanently. It took time for Teuvo to adjust to his new home and would come to like living in Tyberia.

About two years ago, when Teuvo's parents were working on a secret project for the company. There was a big explosion at the company's secondary R&D facility where he was. Kaleva barely surviving with major mana burns across his body, and Raila did not survive. After an investigation and what Kaleva said. It turns out the company was researching into making an experimental mana power source that if completed. It would have been a gamechanger, but it was sabotaged by an unknown human female agent and caused the explosion. All of the research was lost, and Kaleva would later die due to his injuries. Teuvo was beside himself over the loss of his parents and with his father dead. He was elevated to the position of President of Võsalu Industries. Teuvo would try his best to lead the company and make his parents proud. While also trying to find out who sabotaged them and get revenge.

After Asgard took over the Tyberia, Teuvo was less than thrilled with the city's surrender. Having lost one home to the Asgardians already, he was not going to stand idling by. So while he continues to focus on running the company, which has expanded to make airships. Teuvo is secretly is funneling money to the resistance and in the background of all of this. He is still trying to find who the person who sabotaged them and who they were working for.

Skills and Abilities:

Adept Engineer - Like his father, who also taught him, Teuvo is a capable engineer that has helped make some of his company's products. Able to design and repair vehicles that range from simple motorbikes to complex airships.

Professional Businessman - Being the heir to a successful company, Teuvo was taught how to properly run and grow a business. From securing contacts, buyers, finding partners, and making a profit. With Võsalu Industries being one of the best vehicle makers in Tyberia. Teuvo has to know what he is doing to make sure that the company stays successful.

Journeyman Swordsmanship - Mainly as a hobby, Teuvo has an interest in sword fighting from when he was a child and has taken lessons on how to swordfight. He practices from time to time and sometimes has friendly duels with others like his sister.

Journeyman Gunslinger - Though he may not need it, Teuvo has taken ways to defend himself if needed. Taking lessons on how to use a pistol though he still has much to learn. At least he can aim it decently and knows how to use a pistol.

Journeyman Guitarist - Another hobby of his that he was introduced to by his sister. Though he is still learning, Teuvo knows some songs and practices on the weekends.

Equipment:

Custom made manalock pistol - A pistol that Teuvo had ordered custom made for him.

Longsword - A ornate steel longsword that his sister got him that he kepts at his apartment.

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Faeril

Appearance

Name: Faeril ‘Stonefist’ Drunner
Age: 30
Race: Dwarf

Personality

“I’m not meant to be nice, I’m meant to put you back together after you’ve done something stupid.”

Anyone meeting Faeril for the first time can immediately identify his two main traits: bluntness and irritableness. Either of those traits would normally make his bedside manner as a doctor questionable, but both of them combined for his penchant for sarcasm make it truly atrocious. His nickname of ‘Stonefist’ refers as much to his methods of anesthesia when his supplies ran out in the early days of his practice in Tyberia as it does to his delivery of news and reassurances of patients. There is a reason his assistants are the only ones to deliver any news from his diagnosis.

With low patience and a quick temper, Faeril is often seen cursing, grumbling, or yelling in his clinic or throughout the neighborhood he makes his home in. The locals by now have learned to take it all in stride, as Faeril’s bark is far worse than his bite and even if he berates you he’ll still help you with whatever you’ve asked him too. In fact, he’ll probably berate you more if you try to rescind your request.

A natural born pessimist, it’s apparently physically impossible for Faeril to see the silver lining in things, or the good that could come from something. If it rains, it's going to flood and he’s going to have to deal with drowning victims or trying to fix people while up to his chest in water. If the Tan’Raga are raising a ruckus again he’s going to have to argue with Asgardian soldiers as they try to crack down on it and hustle his clinic and his patients. If the day is hot, a drought is coming and food is going to be tighter all around. So on so forth. It’s his way of ensuring that he’s never disappointed or caught off guard. Even if it can be grating on others.

His prickly exterior hides a person who genuinely wants to do good. He only takes what his patients can afford and refuses anything monetarily more. Most of the Roots he has after keeping his little clinic supplied go to locals who need help or to local charities. When he’s not working in the clinic he can be seen around the local neighborhoods either making house calls or helping with community projects. More than once he’s used his shop to hide people on the run, be it from Tan’Raga they’ve crossed or Asgardians looking for rebels.

Loyalty and integrity are of great importance to Faeril. If he makes a promise, he’ll keep it no matter what. And if you make a promise to him, he expects you to keep it no matter what as well.

Backstory

“Not much to tell. Just a stupid boy, trying to prove himself for stupid reasons, going to join a stupid war.”

Faeril was born in the Dwarven city-state and Lesser Kingdom of Kar-Morten, Located deep within the Scaleback mountains, in the northern part of the Asgardian Empire, it is a small but prosperous city, providing valuable ores and minerals to the Asgardian war machine.

His family, unlike most dwarves in the city, was a family of doctors and healers. Whereas other dwarves could put back together broken machinery, or even invent new ones, the Drunners put back together broken flesh and developed new methods to aid in healing. Almost every member of the family went into healing. It was something that was pressed upon them at birth, a calling that couldn’t be greater. Faeril was not an exception to this. From as early as he could remember he would be with his mother and father, helping bandage wounds and hand them what they requested, but gradually taking more and more responsibilities as time wore on. His parents would teach him as he aided them, instructing him in the careful art of healing. This was to be his destiny, another healer in a long line of healers helping keep the people of Kar-Morten running as they kept the machines running.

For the first twenty years of his life, all Faeril did was put dwarves back together and help them return to the health they had once had. On the surface, he was content with his lot in life. It would be his future and it would be a secure one. As he grew older, however, Faeril began to get fidgety. A desire to see what was outside of Kar-Morten, to see if there was something else he was good at other than stitching people back together or fixing a machine.

It wouldn’t be unheard of, to not go into the family’s line of work. His uncle had discovered that he had more of a knack for weapons than anything else, and had gone on to be a successful weapon designer. But his uncle wasn’t an only child, and Faeril was. Still, Faeril felt himself drawn more and more to the idea of leaving the city, exploring the world. To prove himself as something more than just a healer. The best possible way to do that would be to sign up with the Asgardian military, bring peace to the frontiers and security to the Empire. Many of the other boys his age had done so already, much to their family’s pride.

The first few times he broached the subject with his parents it was politely, but firmly, shut down. He was to be a healer, not a butcher, and that was that. He wasn’t going to join the army just so the Zephyr could spend his blood to sate their thirst for conquest, and he wasn’t going to spill the blood of others just so they could either.

Initially, Faeril merely accepted his parents' commands. He didn’t fight their decrees that he wouldn’t be allowed to, no matter what. Then he began to try and show his side of the issue. That turned into quiet arguments, which then turned into shouting matches. Things finally came to a head when he defied his parents and volunteered for the army anyway. Rather than the shock and anger he expected, all he was met with from his parents was silent, crushing, despair. His parents didn’t say a word to him. Not as explained to them that he was leaving the next day, not as he packed everything he would need and was allowed, and not as he walked out the door and left his home forever. Only his uncle saw him off, giving him a warhammer for luck and protection.

The next ten years were one long line of events proving his parents right.

After training, Faeril’s skills in medicine saw him sent to the front line as a combat medic. His days were spent switching between patching up whatever poor soldiers were sent back to him and pushing forward on the frontlines and helping the offensive. He discovered he had a penchant for long ranged combat, and subsequently modified his manalock to be its maximum range and power. While not quite as long ranged or heavy hitting as a Charger, he used it to great effect when covering his fellow soldier’s advance. There was almost never an actual fight from the other side. Just desperate people trying to not be crushed under the inexorable boot of the Asgardian Empire, and him and his fellows making sure that everything they did was for nothing. Each day he could hear his parent’s voices in the back of his mind, condemning him for this and for getting everything he had wanted. Each day the temptation to desert was a little stronger.

He finally saw his chance a year ago. As they ground another city into the dust, Faeril slipped away in the chaos of battle. He made his way as fast as he could towards the East. The farther he got away from Asgard, the better for his chances not to be shot as a deserter. After a month of miserable travel on Salamander back, he stopped at Tyberia. If nothing else, he reasoned, it would be simple for him to disappear amongst the populace and extraordinarily difficult for any pursuers Asgard cared to send after him to find a single dwarf.

It didn’t take him long to be accepted by the local communities. A healer was always welcome, and one as skilled as Faeril who was seemingly so generous with his aid was even more so. It took them some time to get used to his curmudgeonly nature, but they learned to take it in stride. Faeril felt good helping a community again, rather than breaking it apart.

He spent the fall of Tyberia helping the wounded civilians as best he could. Thankfully, it was a short fall, but his hands were nevertheless full of either innocents caught in the crossfire or fools trying to defend their city with nothing more than an old bolt rifle they barely knew how to use. It was a nervous first few weeks for him, waiting to see if the Asgard patrols would for some reason recognize him and execute him on the spot. When nothing of the sort happened, Faeril quietly relaxed as much as he was able. Then he waited. He wasn’t going to run, not again. Tyberia was where he was going to meet his destiny, whatever it may be, and he was going to fight for it.

With all of his many cousins beside him.

Skills and Abilities

Accomplished Healer:

“Family business and all that. I’ve kept more people alive than I care to remember, and been doing it longer than I can remember.”

Faeril, having spent nearly two decades aiding his parents as healers in Kar-Morten and then another solid decade as a combat medic, is extremely skilled at keeping people alive and fixing whatever ails them. While his bedside manner could use work, no one doubts that Faeril is one of the best in the city.

Professional Combatant:

“The Asgardians ensure everyone knows how to shoot and fight in hand to hand. You pick it up quickly, or you die.”

Ten years of Asgardian training and war have molded Faeril into an effective fighter. Be it at his preferred long range or up close and personal, Faeril can hold his own.

Journeyman poison maker:

“It’s a little bit of knowing how much healing medicine is too much, and a little bit of knowing what will make someone’s final moments go from agonizing pain to quiet sleep.”

While by no means an assassin, Faeril is knowledgeable enough to craft a few separate poisons, should the need arise.

Journeyman Mechanic:

“Every dwarf worth their salt can work on machines. Even my family being a bit odd didn’t change that.”

Faeril is skilled enough to ensure his equipment is in tip-top shape and that any basic repairs needed on vehicles can be done. He can also make simple little trinkets and figurines out of scrap metal. Beyond that, you’re going to need a professional.

Journeyman Salamander rider:

“Look. I hate the beasts. The beasts hate me. In order to suffer in each other’s company the least amount of time, we work together. Barely.”

Faeril loathes Salamanders. He hates the way they act, he hates the way riding on them is, he hates how they look, and they hate him back. He can ride them, skillfully enough to not be a detriment on the back of one. But he isn’t going to like it.

Equipment

Warhammer, old, well maintained:

“Oh, old Hilde here? She’s a gift from my uncle, a more traditional dwarven engineer. A beauty, isn’t she?”

The gift from his uncle, Hilde, is a solid steel warhammer with a spike on the end. Simple, well used, and brutally effective, she is Faeril’s go to if melee is required.

Manalock Rifle, Old, perfect condition:

“Don’t tell Hilde, but Oristra here is my favorite. Fixed her right up so that she‘s perfect at long range, and can out shoot a Charger any day of the week.”

Oristra is Faeril’s Manalock. Made of steel and wood, with a scope and customised for maximum range and power, she is Faeril’s preferred weapon of choice. Not quite as powerful as a Charger, but fires faster. A boar’s head is carved on either side of the stock.

Bolt pistol, new:

“This one doesn’t have a name. Hasn’t earned one yet.”

A simple bolt pistol, for when Faeril doesn’t need to get into melee range but either Manalocks are useless or the enemy is too close for Oristra to be effective.

Full Suit of Heavy Brass Armor, old, perfect condition:

“Solid Brass and tough as they come. Kar-Morten’s smiths never cheated on quality. Though they did over-charge for it, puffed up rock sniffing fools.”

Heavier than the standard Brass armor of the Asgardian army, this suit has seen Faeril through many a battle. He normally uses only the breastplate if on mission, as a full suit would attract quite the amount of attention, but keeps the rest on hand just in case the protection is needed. The Asgardian symbols are all scratched out and somewhat covered.

Miscellaneous details

-Faeril's favorite animal is, by far, the pig. He has little trinkets of either his own make or he bought when out and about the city all over his home and his clinic. His family in Kar-Morten had one as a pet and he absolutely adores the creatures.

-Faeril has a soft spot for children. Its difficult to tell, unless you notice he doesn't ever really yell at kids. Only gripes and grumbles. He even keeps a small bag of candy on him to hand out at random.

-Faeril keeps a pipe and some tobacco on him at all times, claiming it puts him in a better mood. Most people disagree with that assessment.

-Faeril, understandably, goes to great lengths to keep his past as an Asgardian soldier secret. As such, most people consider him to be a very private individual who doesn't reveal much about himself.

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Ilya Scarborough

Ilya Scarborough

"A war can change with a single bullet."

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Name: Ilya Scarborough


Age: 94 in Human years


Race: Elf


Personality: Ilya is a quiet, reserved individual who usually speaks with a tired voice. This can come across as being rude to some but the matter of the fact is… he is just that tired. However, he is as reliable as they come and is an elf of their word. Out in the field, his silent nature conveys a steely determination to see his objective through, and cold calculations much like a machine. Ilya’s mind is always looking to find the most efficient, effective way to achieve his objective… being personal is neither efficient nor effective to him. However, if you can catch a quiet moment with him, then he may be more open to conversation.


Backstory: Ilya is a Tyberian, born and bred. His parents had both lived in the city for most of their lives, Ilya’s Mother being an accomplished Manasmith and his father a high-ranking officer in the Tyberian Military. During his childhood, Ilya’s father would take him on regular hunting trips in the elven woods. This would be the start of Ilya’s training in marksmanship and would become a major part of him throughout life. Even at an early age, Ilya displayed incredible talent when operating a rifle. While his Mother would’ve preferred an arguably safer life as a Manasmith, Ilya adored the life his father lead much more and would enlist in the Tyberian Military as soon as he was able to.

Ilya passed training with flying colors, showcasing exemplary skill in marksmanship, scouting and reconnaissance. This fast-tracked a young Ilya straight into sniper school where his talent was fine-tuned and polished into a truly terrifying skillset. It seemed like barely any time had passed, and already Ilya was being deployed with his sniper rifle in hand. For the first few years, Ilya was posted at the borders of Tyberia, being sure to safeguard the state from a slew of potential enemies and invaders. While there was not many conflicts, Ilya showed efficiency in taking down any threats that came under the scope of his rifle. This, as well as coupled with his quiet nature, earned him the nickname “The Wall’s Last Whisper.” However, he was simply referred to as “Whisper” to his allies. Very rarely was he deployed beyond the wall but his training afforded him the knowledge he needed to combat enemies in a variety of environments and weather. However nothing beat experience.

However, his duties were changed when the Lord Tyrant came into power thirty years ago. Ilya’s sniper was pointed inwards upon Tyberia’s people and he went from a watchful eye of the border guard to a mysterious assassin. At first, Ilya refused to co-operate but his father had retired from frontline duties due to injuries sustained on a secret mission, so his family made easy bargaining chips to the new regime. Reluctantly, Ilya swallowed his pride and further underwent training in CQC, Stealth and Assassinations. He learnt how to quickly take down unaware enemies, but his true talent always shined from afar with his sniper rifle. When the Tyberian Revolution began, Ilya was one of the first to join and used his intel to assist the first revolutionaries put Marcus Walden in power as well as using his new skills against the people who gave them to him in the first place.

Ilya was quick to get back to his post at the wall, and he was welcomed back but there were few that looked at him with different eyes. Those who knew what he did under the regime. Time passed on, and Ilya continued his duty as “The Whisper” until Asgard came. Prepared to fight off the invaders, his heart sank as the orders to surrender came down from command. Ilya gathered his belongings and was about to find his parents to flee Tyberia but they refused. Ilya’s parents, despite his Father’s injuries and Mother’s lack of combat experience, saw themselves to the protests and riots against Asgard’s occupation. They became the first to go.

Ilya mourned the death of his parents, swearing that he would not let Tyrants rule him again. He deserted the army and disappeared without a trace. Now, with rumours of a new revolution on the wind, the Whisper returns to the light so he may help the revolutionaries from the shadows.


Skills and Abilities:
Accomplished Sniper – Ilya has had many years with his sniper rifle and knows the inner workings of it like the back of his hand. He wields his rifle as if it was an extension of himself. He can take down targets up to 800 metres with ease, however he has one confirmed kill that broke 1000 metres. His patience and dedication means that he can commit to staying in a single spot for hours at a time, no matter what the elements are, so he can take the perfect shot.

Adept Scout – Ilya has great skill in remaining undetected while scoping out prospective battlefields or high value targets. Watching from afar, Ilya can recognise points of entries, number of hostiles, defences and vantage points he can utilise. He can sketch a map from memory and has learnt how to traverse over different environments so he can reach the spots he needs to so he may fulfil his duties.

Professional Assassin – Sometimes you must get up close and personal to achieve your objective. Ilya uses the element of surprise to perform physical takedowns and can do this in both a lethal and non-lethal fashion. However, if the fight becomes more head on then Ilya would begin to have troubles.

Journeyman Gunsmith – While his expertise is in bolt rifles, Ilya can use his basic training to perform maintenance on a variety of bolt type weaponry. He is not versed in fully automatic or mana type weaponry and he can not perform complex repairs or upgrades.

Novice Manasmith – Ilya only remembers his brief lessons his Mother taught him. This is mostly due to his Elven heritage that he has any sort attunement to Mana but it is very entry level.


Equipment:
Silent Rose – Ilya’s most treasured possession. Silent Rose is a Bolt Rifle with an effective range of 800m with a detachable 3.5x scope. It can fit five bullets into a fixed magazine that is loaded individually. It has been handled with the utmost care.

Para Bellum - Also meticulously looked after, Ilya's pistol holds 9mm rounds with cartridges holding up to 8 shots. It is incredibly effective even beyond 50m. This was acquired after his disappearance from the army and is mostly used when in close quarters and stealth is no longer an option.

Thorn – Ilya’s combat knife which he always keeps on hand, even while sleeping. Also taken care of, it saw a lot of use in the Tyrant’s Reign.

Binocular goggles – Ilya’s scouting Binoculars. Usually hanging around his neck or on his head when deployed, it is his most effective tool when scoping out a target. It has variable zoom up to 10x and was created by the talented Winston Wicklowe.