[CHAR] Dungeon Clearer! A Fantasy Adventurer RP

Characters:

• Corinne Julienne Delphine de Tiffauges
• Liliane de Tiffauges née Magnier
• Nefrena "Neffy" Iseueret
• Dolivodro Kaspov
• Leon Reverdin
• Nuri Tajra
• Trina

[Raineh Daze]

Dog 1

• Name: Corinne Julienne Delphine de Tiffauges
• Age: 17
• Gender: Female
• Race: Hundi
• Rank: 2 of Wands
• Appearance: Corrine's appearance is, perhaps, the first clue that she is not the most capable or experienced of adventurers. Fine, richly-dyed cloth, embroidery, jewels, and a physique that speaks of a lot more "reading books near a fire" than seriously working out. She's even on the short side for a Hundi, coming to all of 4'9.
• Personality: It's said that Hundi are incapable of lying, but nowhere is it said that they have to say almost whatever is on their mind regardless of the tact of the situation. Unfortunately, that describes Corinne perfectly well, with a tendency towards putting her foot in her mouth at the slightest chance. On the plus side, given how easily she speaks her mind, spending almost any amount of time near her is a good way to be certain that the upbeat Hundi has almost no ill will towards anyone in her. It also makes it clear that despite her grasp of magic and good grasp of such things as finance and how one might run an estate... either Corinne's painfully naive, or just kind of dumb.
  Corinne can be almost painfully shy around new people despite the bluntness, often choosing to stand carefully behind Liliane (formerly her parents) until she's comfortable. This also describes her reaction to mindless undead quite well, despite--even with her inexperience--having perhaps the best skill set for stopping them.
• Brief Backstory: Tiffauges is a reasonably large town about two days' travel on foot from the Black Pit--far enough away that anything that comes out of it is unlikely to head its way, but close enough that if something were to be seen it would require an immediate defence just in case. Specialising in fine pottery and (like much of Ithillin) wine, it's prosperous enough to do quite a large amount of trading. All in all, it means that the noble family overseeing the area is more well-off than some of their strictly farming-focused peers. Corinne, as her name indicates, was born into the family and remains their only child.
  Throughout her childhood she proved completely inept at every single form of combat she was shown, even with training. Given the high value Hundi place on their combat skills, she was desperate to find something to do well at--and in desperation showed a remarkably rare talent amongst them, having much more mana than normal; enough to actively focus on magic as a primary form of combat. A tutor was quickly arranged, and by her sixteenth birthday Corinne had learned a reasonably impressive selection of magic... though her speed and efficiency left a lot to be desired.
  On her coming-of-age journey, the mage was desperate to prove that she had learned something worth fighting with but her natural clumsiness and difficulty even starting a conversation with total strangers lead them to help her practise but avoid a proper duel. Corinne was growing despondent at ever finding someone who would give her a chance and started to head out from the more Hundi-dominated region of Ithillin towards the human settlements when she had a fortuitous meeting: a girl of similar age to herself, headed in the other direction. Unlike the others she had met, this girl didn't immediately dismiss her request, turning around and accompanying Corinne for a few days more before accepting the duel. It didn't even last ten seconds.
  Word was sent back to her parents to prepare for the inevitable wedding, and Liliane made sure to keep an eye on her for the remainder of the journey, explaining that she was a novice adventurer who had been paying a visit home when they met. It was her fiancée's description of the northern guild that gave Corinne an idea where she could practice and perfect her magic, show that she was good for something and would be able to keep Tiffauges safe.
  They didn't spend time in Ithillin for long after the wedding, making the trek north and registering the young noble with the guild. With no experience and a rather impractical skillset, her rank remains dreadfully low--albeit with Liliane accompanying her the entire time and letting her strengths show, Corinne is allowed to take more advanced jobs.
• Equipment: The sole piece of adventuring equipment in Corinne's position is her staff--a particularly well-made magical catalyst, made from materials traded with the far east; the stave is made of maple and the gemstones are jadeite. As a result of its specific construction, it is highly resilient to damage--though trying to test it against a magical weapon would probably wear through it in short order--and remarkably good at improving mana efficiency and allowing her to shorten many incantations to a workable length. The downside is that the construction method essentially locked each gem into assisting with a single form of magic--her preferred fire and lightning. If she were to try anything else, the staff is mostly an aiming tool.
• Skills: Corinne is neither a skilled adventurer nor a mage who spent their entire childhood studying in a mage college; she's essentially getting by on a scant secondary education in the art of spellcasting. That's not to say that she's bad; her mana capacity is high by the standards of magically-inclined races and with sufficient practice would more than make up for her late start. Unfortunately, she focused on three things primarily: firepower, aim, and breadth of options. Corinne has a surprisingly vast list of known fire and lightning spells, but she simply can't cast them quickly or keep going for long, especially without her staff. Her most powerful spell is an explosion that will use all her available mana without fail.
  This imbalance is part of the consideration for allowing her on more dangerous missions when supported; the damage she can do over a long job is more appropriate for a rank 5 or 6 adventurer and almost too dangerous with her lack of practice for low-rank missions.
  Oddly, she actually does have some finesse with magic... when using it entirely to prepare and cook food. This may have been spurred on by Corinne's coming-of-age journey because she otherwise can't cook at all.
  In completely unrelated skills, she obviously speaks Ithillane and Hundi, but she also seems to have native proficiency in Elvish of all things, and is more than passable in Estivalian, Veldt, and Thaeln. Really, the only place you can't use her to communicate to some degree is with dwarfs and Barukstaed.

Dog 2

• Name: Liliane de Tiffauges née Magnier
• Age: 19
• Gender: Female
• Race: Hundi
• Rank: 7 of Swords
• Appearance: Liliane's boyish looks end at her height, being no taller than Corinne is. Even though she now has access to newer, less oft-repaired and higher quality clothing, Liliane prefers to stick to the same adventuring gear she's always worn, considering the faded wool to be more suited to her than anything that she might otherwise get--not to mention practical and less liable to go to waste when damaged on adventure. Befitting her emphasis on speed over strength, her athletic figure definitely goes for lean rather than muscular.
• Personality: Proud, honourable, and... really quite a grump. Liliane has quite the habit of taking delays or mistakes poorly, always wanting to finish whatever job is at hand as quickly and efficiently as possible and getting increasingly more exasperated with mistakes or confusion as it goes on, and generally not suffering fools well as a result. This even spills over into relaxing; she tends to like contests of skill and gambling (and finds it amusing how many people think telling the truth means you can't bluff) and becomes quite the sore loser if she has a particularly bad run of luck.
  Liliane is exceptionally protective of friends and family despite her harsh attitude and can even be outright affectionate if there aren't too many people around--she seems to mostly act to not show any weakness to large crowds.
• Brief Backstory: Liliane isn't one to talk about her father or childhood much--a run of bad decisions earlier in life, a set of hard-to-sell skills, and she spent most of her time engaged in banditry and crime, though not the sort of stealthy burglary that might be something to write home about. She learned a lot, and even more once she was able to wheedle her mother's location from her father and leave. It was her mother that made Liliane polish her fighting and learn how to fight something other than human, or armoured in a way that a brigand would never have taught her about except to run. Then she was sent up to the Adventurer's Guild to put it to use and do some good to make up for her childhood.
  Really, the coming-of-age journey after that was absolutely nothing to note. It was really more of the same for a girl who had grown up travelling around a lot and even more recently adventuring. She finished up and returned to the guild, taking some pride in the way her rank continued to climb. It was then that Liliane hoped that she'd done enough to visit home without being reprimanded again.
  The adventurer was nearly there when she came across something simultaneously expected and unexpected: a younger Hundi on her own journey, desperate to prove her combat ability... but so blatantly unsuited for it that almost anyone could guarantee a win. Uncertain if this was all a very good act--could someone really be so clueless?--Liliane shadowed Corinne for the better part of a week before realising that, unfortunately, it was. If the mage kept looking for a fight, it was only a matter of time before she met someone more unscrupulous and willing to take advantage of her, or someone clueless about their customs and still likely to take advantage of a noble's resources. And she was cute.
  After that, Liliane spent her time doing much the same sort of thing as Corinne--marrying into the more important family, agreeing to help her idiot wife with becoming an adventurer. It's rather aggravating to put honing her own skills fully on hold, but since the alternative would be letting Corinne go into danger unsupervised... well, holding back and doing more of a protective role isn't the worst thing she could be doing.
• Equipment: Liliane's daggers are alchemically treated to repel both blood and dirt, both failing to adhere to their surfaces and sliding off. The coating, however, bonds well with oils. Why is this important? Because the satchel on her hips (itself a wedding present) is magically expanded and full of vials of oil-based poisons. This includes both more lethal or debilitating poisons--why kill an enemy by massive wounds if a few small cuts will start turning your blood to gel or the like?--and a rather large amount of numbing agents. One small cut leading to a disabled arm is a good way to make taking someone alive easier. It even has a few acids for things that would otherwise be immune to her weapons.
• Skills: Obviously, daggers are Liliane's weapon of choice, able to swap which hand is being used to attack or defend at a moment's notice--if she was ever not ambidextrous, it's long enough ago that she doesn't remember. Her fighting style is consequently based on dodging, deflecting, and feinting attacks so often that a cautious opponent won't know when to launch an attack and a reckless one will be cut to pieces. Against other people, a generous amount of dirty fighting can be added. Having to protect another person limits her range of motion a lot, but it's normally necessary.
  Outside of combat, Liliane has a very good working knowledge of what plants are safe to eat somehow and which are actually poisonous, as well as camping expertise. Her cooking leaves a lot to be desired; the best you can say is that it's probably not totally burned. Furthermore, as a result of a long childhood spent camping in the wilderness and her own soft side, Liliane is skilled at charming canines--from guard dogs to wild wolves--to her side... if nobody else fights them.

[Rune_Alchemist]

Neffy

Name:
Nefrena Iseueret
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Race:
Nem
Rank:
5 of Coins
Appearance:
Standing at a typical height of 3'5 for a Nem, Neffy isn't too different from others of her kind. Typically dressed in a black robe cloak during the day, and long stockings that cover her entire body, along with a hood to obscure her facial features and to protect from sunburn. She has short cut black hair, and can typically be seen carrying around a book in her arms. Often tries to pull her hood over her face and hide from people.
Personality:
An extremely curious soul, though this diminutive Nem's own massive amount of self doubt and her timid nature gets in the way of her life more often than not. When it comes down to it, she'd much rather flee than engage in anything dangerous at all, preferring to read and stay nice and safe, cooped up in a little room filled with piles and piles of books. Fighting ever hardly crosses her mind, and when confronted with such things, she often thinks of fleeing first.

Despite her fear of fighting, one would do well to always remember Neffy was trained in magical ability, and has skill in subterfuge, so while she is timid and prefers avoidance by nature, the Nem possesses an acute eye for detail and will complete whatever job she's on without question.

Often dozes off during the day and spends free time reading or just roaming the city looking for 'interesting' things.
Brief Backstory:
Born and raised in a Nem settlement with a particularly large temple dedicated to their patron goddess. Neffy herself, was taken in at an early age off the streets to be a priestess of Ila-Nem and spent most of her life until her departure living with the other priestess in the sprawling underground complex that served as their temple.

It was here she first learned to hone her magical skills, and where she fell in love with reading all sorts of books. She often found herself shirking work and other priestess like duties in favor of reading, and often sneaking away from such training in favor of spending time in the town proper, much to her elders chagrin. Her ability to memorize religious practices and the fact she was otherwise, a model student typically got her off the hook though.

Still, she never quite felt satisfied with her life there. The only two people who made it bearable, was a mischievous Nem who liked to drag her into all sorts of trouble against her better judgement, and an older Nem who she sometimes visited to hear their stories if she had sneaked out.

There was something Neffy, lacked. Conviction in religion and a desire to actually follow through with becoming a priestess. Have you seen what they wear! So embarrassing she'd die!. It was this lack of conviction and general dissatisfaction with staying put in the temple and a natural curiosity that eventually led to her leaving the temple for good after an incident.

Her friend had decided that it'd be a good idea to steal something from what seemed to be a mage they had saw in town. An exquisite, beautifully crafted sword. It didn't look like it'd be good for fighting with, but it certainly looked like they could sell it for a lot. Neffy tried telling her friend this was a bad idea, but they wouldn't have it, and Neffy for once, told them they weren't helping. Surprisingly enough, things went off without a hitch.

- until the owner of the sword showed up demanding that the thief be dealt with. Perhaps she was using this as an excuse to leave, but she decided that instead of letting her friend take the fall for it she took it from its hiding place. Taking the sword for herself, and leaving temple behind Neffy left. After a bit of traveling, a change of clothing to hide in. Wow tall people are scary. to protect from the sun, she eventually landed in Estival, where she soon joined the adventurers guild.

Equipment:
Her main equipment is her body-hiding cloak, obviously. Protects from the mean Yrrah as well as from scary people. She can just hide in it and forget they exist! Its obviously her most important and invaluable object.

Her real most invaluable object however, is likely her sword. An excellent bit of Nem craftsmanship, the exquisite looking curved sword seems to be less of a battle implement, and more of a decoration upon first glance. The sword is in fact, a magical catalyst strongly attuned to the element of Wind and Water. While it can work as a blade to fight things, its primary function is to shorten magical chant times and increase mana efficiency.

Skills:
Neffy is not an adventurer by training or trade, rather her skills were trained in stealth and magic, and it shows in a number of her mannerisms and skills. That is to say, when it comes to direct confrontation the Nem is not well suited for direct combat. She could reasonably hold her ground against a similarly skilled opponent, but when it comes down to it, Neffy's skill set is far more suited towards stealth, scouting, and silently taking out enemies and not giving them a chance to even react with guerilla tactics, eviscerating them quickly before they can react, or supporting an ally at a distance.

Further, she compliments her skill set with tricks of magic designed to aid in her sneaking, and is her main method of taking out and dealing with threats. Neffy's primarily focused around wind and water based magic of the less flashy sort, typically used in helping her with her sneaking abilities and retreating in combat should she find herself in a direct confrontation. A favorite spell of hers is a simple spell that creates a thick, obscuring mist that she uses to help hide herself before attacking, or using a blast of wind to flee from opponents in order to reengage with guerilla attacks or disengage and look for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow while an ally engages. For taking out more heavily armored opponents - a spell that turns the edge of the blade into a highly powered, pressurized water saw is her favorite. Support spells she uses on herself, could theoretically be applied to allies if she finds herself in the fray with them, though they aren't going to be as strong as a dedicated supporters buff.

[Darner]

Dolivodro

Name: Dolivodro Kaspov
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Ingvarr
Rank: 5 of Swords
Appearance:
A tall somewhat bulky man with two ram like horns that curve out from the top of his red headed short spiky hair. He is a clearly fit and toned adventurer with some experience under his belt. He has a slight stubble of trimmed mutton chops for facial hair. When not wearing his armor he can be seen wearing somewhat baggy clothing clearly fit for the colder climates of the north that have been worn down from years of use, specifically a brown furred coat with a hood and chestnut colored pants.

Personality: Calm and kind hearted when outside of combat he thinks best on how to help those he works with first. Often, to his own detriment, even giving up most of his rewards for quest fulfilling to teammates if they give him a fake sob story along the way. Within combat he flips to a heated and determined man concerned first and foremost with stopping the enemy in their tracks, and second in crushing them fully in a show of strength.

He is horrible at attempting to sneak around due to his personal belief of fighting the enemy head on being the only honorable way to fight. This has earned him a bad reputation among coin ranks as a musclehead through and through.

Brief Backstory: most of his history before becoming an adventurer could be boiled down to a single word: Simple. His life before becoming an adventurer was as a simple farmer working hard and cold pastures for years, saving up money, and competing in town events to show strength every turn of season. After becoming an adventurer he quickly rose the ranks up to fifth of swords with his tenacity and honed strength, being known by guilds to take on even the lowest paying quests and ones below his strength if requested, but has recently hit a slump in his growth, while still showing promise.

Equipment: An old farming hoe blade carried as a personal possession, a single set of well worn plate mail, a typical guard's spear you could find almost anywhere, a buckler shield, a backpack slung over his shoulders, and an explorer's pack full of rations, waterskins, rope, and the works.

Skills:
Sentinel: he specializes first and foremost in drawing enemy attention and keeping it locked on him with his massive figure and natural physical strength.

Tough: Due to his extraneous work back in his homeland as a farmer his body is naturally a bit more durable than others letting him shrug off weaker physical blunting blows.

Cold/heat resistance: Hailing from the colder pastures, he's naturally more resistant to magic and environments where the wind is like a biting cold fenrir, however on the flipside he doesnt deal too well with the heat, and deserts are his natural enemy during the day.

Honorable Warrior: Highly skilled in one on one combat, he has a natural talent for combat against single enemies with his overpowering strength combined with natural technique in battle.

Herbalism: Working with plants for so long has lead to him having wide knowledge on plant species, herbs and mushrooms. Even plants he can't identify he'll be able to take educated guesses on the effects of what consuming one might do.

Animal interest: He's knowledgeable with a wide range of birds, having a fascination with species like Pidgeons and Owls from a young age. He can usually track a bird like creature to its roost through its natural habits like marking and feathers.

[Crimson Paladin]

Mayonite Cleric

Name: Léon Reverdin

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Rank: 5 of Cups

Appearance: His normal appearance standing at 5'9", is more akin to that of a young Mayonite seminarian or scholar, rather than a hammer-toting cleric. When fully garbed in the attire of a shrine keeper, he seems like a different person.

Personality:
Having spent much of his life studying with the Mayonite church, Léon is personally familiar with hardship but not tragedy. He comes off as trusting and idealistic, but is not oblivious to the evils of the world, especially those that it is the duty of the Twin Churches to oppose. He isn't particularly adventurous or bold and perhaps is even a little apprehensive about stepping into caverns and dungeons, but it is Mayon's will, thus it is Léon's duty to carry it out even if it's not what he signed up for.

Brief Backstory:

Keepers of the Shrine of the Pierced Skull

The keepers of the Shrine of the Pierced Skull are a small group of of Mayonite clerics in Estival who maintain and guard a remote reliquary honoring Saint Elionne, a saint renowned for her deeds of heroism. When the shrine was first built, acquiring a relic to inspire pilgrims proved difficult because all of Elionne's possessions were in the hands of the Iron Roses, the knightly order that she had founded and led. The clerics were unable to convince the Iron Roses to hand anything over, but they managed to obtain what they felt to be a passable substitute- the skull of Volkstraad, the infamous dragon that Saint Elionne had slain, still bearing the wound from the fatal blow struck by the Starlight Sword. The skull was taken to Estival and placed in the shrine so that pilgrims could look upon the saint's handiwork.

While initially viewed as little more than a consolation prize, the skull became a revered symbol for the shrine and its clerics, and in time they took on a dragon motif in honor of it. Due to the shrine's remote location and the ever-present threat of thieves, bandits, or anyone with a grudge against Elionne, Mayon, or the Iron Roses, the keepers of the shrine adopted a martial tradition, training rigorously with maces and hammers to ensure the safety of pilgrims, the sanctity of the reliquary, and the security of its relic.

Léon was born to a poor but devout family in Estival. When he was a child, his parents took him on a pilgrimage to the Shrine of the Pierced Skull. He was awed not only by the relic itself, but also by the helmeted, hammer-wielding warrior-clerics who stood vigil over the shrine and its contents, and the image stuck in his head for years. His parents were quite pleased with the though of their son joining the clergy, and worked hard to give him the opportunity to do so. Many of his younger years were spent serving as an acolyte for the church, and when he was old enough, he formally became a cleric novice. During his studies, he specifically requested to be assigned to the shrine that had left such an impression on him, despite it being effectively a backwater assignment with little opportunity for upward mobility in the church. After several more years of scrubbing the shrine floors, rigorous martial training, and theological and magical study, he was ordained and granted the arms and vestments of a shrine keeper.

After a brief period of service, Léon was called to perform an unusual duty- the local Mayonite clergy had asked the shrine to spare someone to assist the Estival Adventurer's Guild and as the most junior keeper, he was picked. His duties were to spread the light of Mayon, lend his skills as a cleric to the adventurers, and in the process search the dark corners of the world for evidence of Elionne or any relics connected to her. It sounded like a bit more excitement than he had expected for his station, but he couldn't let Mayon down, so he set out to join the guild.

Equipment:
When adventuring or on duty, Léon wears the protective vestments and helmet of the shrine keepers, and wields a war hammer, their iconic weapon. He also carries a scepter topped with a perched dragon, serving as his spell catalyst, and can double as a light mace in a pinch.

Skills:
As a cleric of Mayon, Léon is trained in the use of magic to aid others. He can close wounds, bestow blessings against various forms of harm, and strengthen them spiritually, mentally, or physically. Additionally, he is versed in Mayonite water magic, able to manipulate water to form protective barriers or allow himself to wade through water without being slowed. In addition to his magical skills, Léon is a capable fighter with his warhammer, able to swing the heavy weapon far more adeptly and deftly than his appearance outside of his keeper attire would suggest. He also has a formal education in history and theology pertaining to the Church of Mayon.

[Zoey Boey]

Nuri Tajra

• Name: Nuri Tajra
• Age: 24
• Gender: Female
• Race: Human
• Rank: 6 of Swords
• Appearance: A beautiful woman with bronze skin, dark brown eyes, and neck-length hair usually swept over to one side underneath a hood. Nuri has an athletic, muscular build, standing at about 5'10. Casually she wears clothes reminiscent of her southern, desert-dwelling culture, showing plenty of skin while still being practical. She has plenty of pouches and straps, even her casual clothing having leather armor on it. She's also often seen with her companion Eagle, Talun. The mark of Reon resides on her left hip, underneath where her shortsword sheathe is. On the other hip is a tattoo of three names in a script foreign to Estival.
  
  Her armor is made of form-fitting steel and red cloth. It's stylized, perhaps overtly so for more conservative tastes, but still effective and well balanced, allowing for full range of movement. As well as being plenty intimidating, as when she uses her Divine Solar Fire the red plume trailing behind her helmet is enchanted to ignite itself.
  
  
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• Personality: A rambunctious young fighter with a penchant for getting into a little too much trouble considering her occupation. Not exactly the picture of piousness, Nuri is fun-loving and charismatic. She's an empathetic and sociable person, who enjoys meeting new people and making friends. Outgoing, extroverted, yet down to earth and humble. She has a good sense of humor, often attempting to crack wise, and is able to poke fun at herself. Nuri has a very laid back, live and let live mentality. Nuri enjoys good drinks and good times.
  
  Nuri takes good care of her weapons and armor, if nothing else. When alone, she practices playing her lute or refining her artistic skills. Caring for Talun, a free-spirited Eagle that shows up whenever he wants, is also something she enjoys. He is not her pet, but rather a wandering companion. Usually he is close by and drops in to say hello at his pleasure. Occasionally, he'll join her on hunting trips or bring her caught rabbits.
  
  Don't let appearances decieve you, though, Nuri is as fiercely devout as any paladin of Reon. Undead will recieve her final mercy, and necromancers will be allowed one chance, and once chance only. Due to her past, slavers in particular will have a hard time escaping punishment. But when it comes to metting out justice and performing her clerical duties, Nuri is very by the book. Her duty is the one thing she takes very seriously. Slackers don't have a place among the Reonite elite. When it comes to battle, Nuri is brave yet practical, and goal-oriented with excellent leadership qualities. Usually she's able to bring the best out of her fellow adventurers both on and off the field.
  
  Nuri is a shameless thrillseeker, and wouldn't be throwing herself headlong into the most dangerous situations if she didn't get at least a kick out of it. After all, its right there in the name. "Adventurer." Not "Solemn Duty-er." If someone is in this profession and isn't having a good time, they need to re-evaluate their life choices, if you ask her.
• Brief Backstory: Nuri was born in the deserts to the south, in a prosperous oasis and river city. Her mother and father loved her very much and, when Nuri wasn't in school or working, they encouraged her interests. Physical activity, playing music, learning how to draw, and learning how to fly. For a good portion of her youth Nuri was convinced she would build the worlds first flying machine. It never came to pass, but this interest transitioned into that of birds of prey. She and her brother would often go out and explore.
  
  When Nuri was 12, she and her family's home was attacked, and they were kidnapped by slavers. For three long years she toiled and suffered. One by one, she lost her family members until she was all alone. At her lowest point, she moved a while away from her captors knowing that when they found her she would be punished for trying to escape. She looked up at the sun and hoped to die from heat stroke. When she opened her eyes next, a paladin of Reon, gleaming and brilliant, towered over her. It was on that day her captors were destroyed, and it was on that day she found her freedom once again.
  
  To her there was no other option- she wanted to be a paladin. Never would she allow an injustice such as the one that came upon her befall another family.
  
  Thus she began to train. At first she was stoic, serious, hardened. She threw herself into her training to cope with her grief. But overtime she began to open up and become her fun loving self again, as her scars, physical and mental, began to heal. Her career as a paladin was a few years long, but her old wanderlust began to creep back in. Perhaps the Church is more forgiving of her antics because of her past. But she didn't want to embarass them too much either way, so she struck out and joined the Adventurers Guild to start really having some fun, do some good, and make some cash along the way. What would she do with the cash? Not sure. Keep her stuff maintained and probably give the rest away to the needy.
• Equipment:
  
  Burning Longsword: Her signature weapon. Sleek, elegant, refined, infinitely lethal. Two handed, this perfectly balanced, finely made weapon can be used to great effect. On its steel are divine symbols of the sun. As if Reon herself has blessed the blade, it ignites and becomes searing hot. Hot enough to slice through steel and monsterous flesh alike. Undead particularly crumble to ash by merely standing too close.
  
  Stalwart Armor: Enchanted, well made armor of a Reonite Paladin. When hit hard enough it sparks, releasing heat and exploding outward. It's incredibly resilient, designed to tank blows when Nuri decided not to defend herself and just keep attacking. It's extremely well balanced, its weight distributed nearly perfectly among her strong body.
  
  Shortsword: A curved shortsword of more obviously southern design. A curved blade for when things get dire.
• Skills:

Master of the Longsword: Nuri is well-trained and well-experienced with her longsword. She has a particularly fast and offensive style. Moreover, Nuri uses ever inch of the weapon, not just the blade. She's mastered unorthodox techniques, such as grabbing the blade with one hand to guide thrusts with more power and accuracy. Sometimes she grabs the blade by both hands and swings the handle around like a hammer, allowing crushing strikes. Pommel strikes, jabs, the Longsword's versatility is on full display when wielded by Nuri. It makes her strikes all the more unpredictable.

Hand to Hand: When push literally comes to shove, Nuri is no slouch. She is a master of hand to hand combat, able to restrain, strike, and incapacitate her enemies even without a sword. While out of her armor she is an agile fighter and grappler, and while it in she is more than capable of bowling her enemies over or delivering devastating wrestling moves.

Courage: Nuri's mind and spirit are bolstered by heavenly resolve. She is immune to fear and heavily resistant to mind control or other mind altering effects. This courage is infectious, and her allies will be granted resistance aswell. Especially if they are closely bonded with her personally.

Flameburst: Nuri gains a burst of offensive speed, leaving a trail of fire in her wake. She can even use this to run up and launch off walls. She can also use this while suffering great falls to reduce fall damage. Finally she can just run straight into someones knees to knock them over. She can even use this ability in mid-air. She can do this about three times, roughly every hour. Or every time she rests for a short while and catches her breathe. She can do it more than that but it puts strain on her body. The most she's ever done without taking a break is 6 under safe, practiced conditions.

Tactical: Nuri is a tactical thinker and works well with a team, trying to account for her and her teammates strengths and weaknesses in order to achieve the most optimal outcome.

Charismatic: Nuri is great with people, able to persuade, decieve, and even occasionally seduce to get what she wants in order to avoid direct conflict or just find things out. Nuri is a people person and she's easily trustable.

Animal Handling: Nuri is good with animals, especially her companion Eagle Talun.

[Pyromania99]

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Fairy Thief

Name Trina

Age: “That’s a good question.”

Gender: Female

Race: Fairy

Rank Four of Coins

Appearance: Trina is a six inch tall blonde fairy. Her body is fairly standard for a fairy with black butterfly-like wings and a small pair by her ears.

Personality: Trina still has the childish curiosity and pranking nature of a child, though her language tends to be more mature. Due to her experiences the last… However many years, her words have a tendency to be a bit on the rough side. She’s also a bit of a braggart, claiming to be at least “Six, no, Seven of Coins!” to people she may not exactly know. And if you ask her opinion on something, or what to do… Expect a rather extreme answer! Though, if she’s told it’s a bad idea she is likely to actually give a good one, but it’s mostly only to make her look good.

Brief Backstory Many years ago, Trina separated from her friends to take a nap somewhere quiet and in the end was kidnapped by some bandits. For years she was kept as the leader of the bandit gang’s pet that he kept in a cage. The years merged together for her, but she was sure the gang leader turned from a youthful appearance to a more haggard one with grey hair.

Regardless, she was carried around in a cage by the leader and he basically told her to agree with him when he said something, eventually, it came to the point where she just shouted out statements she knew he’d like since he would reward her with sweets. Eventually though, she got wholly bored of this life. Being in a cage was something she never liked, though she did have moments free from it.

When a Nem thief snuck in to steal something from the bandits, the fairy threw a fit. “Hey, you! Jackass! Over here! Let me out! LET ME OUT!” She screamed. “You help me, I help you!” With that, she was rescued by and became the partner of a Nem named Neffy.

Equipment: The only real things Trina carries on her is her clothes though she considers many things of Neffy’s as hers.

Skill: Trina has been working on being sneaky for years in an attempt to escape from her cage and her captivity. While it never really helped her get out she got quite a few good attempts. She was actually taught how to pick locks because the leader thought that it was amusing that she would try to escape and wanted to see if she could do it. She did, but only with help.

Aside from her thieving skills, she has natural magical abilities. As a fairy, she has natural elemental abilities like conjuring fire or bringing forth water. While she was held captive, she practiced illusions on and off but she was never really able to do much with it until after she was freed by Neffy. After she was rescued, she also practiced using magic to lift nearby objects that she just would not be able to lift otherwise.