[CHAR] The Fight for Valeroma

[Bitterblue111]

[center] Name:
Vaeros
Age
Unknown
Gender
Male
Race
Dragon/Human shifter
Appearance
Dragon Form

Hider

Human Form

Hider

*Credit for picture goes to unknown creater

Personality
Vaeros is utterly evil. He has one purpose: Destroy and rule the world. He will do anything and everything for this cause. In his human form, he is completely undaunting. He can get away with a lot, because he looks innocent. He's thieving and conniving, and sneaky. He gets his way a lot because he can be charming.
Strengths
-His enormous size gives him a huge advantage in a fight
He breathes fire
-he is good at fighting, hand to hand, in the air, everything.
-manipulation
To be RP'D
Weaknesses
He is power hungry, thereby blind with power
He can't turn as well, he isn't as agile
-Easily angered
-subjects fear him, and would easily turn on him if they think they'd have a chance.
To be RP'd
Brief Bio
He has been prophesied about for 1000 years, he hatched and immediately started to fulfill this prophecy. He has some people or dragons working for him, but he is ultimately the big bad. There's not much to tell about him, he is born to wreak chaos, and wreak chaos he shall. The lands he conquers before our CO's get to him will be turned into slaves and slave armies for him.

[Bitterblue111]

Name
Lalei

Age
Unknown

Gender
Appears feminine, but spirits don’t have gender

Race
Spirit

Appearance
She is young looking, she looks no older than 14, but in reality she is at least 1000 years old. She is a vivid redhead with freckles spotting her face. Her friendly green eyes are often sparkling with laughter.

Personality
She’s kind and wise. Also kind of whimsical. She is lighthearted, but can be deadly serious if the need arises.

Brief Bio
Lalei was a teenager in life when Vaeros first took over and conquered Valeroma. She died in her mother’s arms as he burned her village. Since then, she vowed to help bring Vaeros down.

The ancient ancient prophesies before the current one, spoke of 6 chosen ones to be the ultimate end of Vaeros, she wondered if she could get the job of recruiting those people and leading them. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but Vaeros brought so much death and destruction, she wanted it to end.

So she worked. As a spirit, there are only so many jobs one can do. And finally, finally her hard work payed off. She was assigned and chosen to be the one to lead the group going to end Vaeros. She was handed an ancient scroll, and on it there was instructions on who they were, and where. She just needed to get them all in one place for the journey to begin.

Other
I know it’s not a lot, but the point is for her to be mysterious.

[Bitterblue111]

Name
Vivian Lyari
Age
250
Gender
Female
Race
Elf-Dragon shapeshifter
Appearance
Vivian appears to be in her late twenties, but in reality, she’s halfway through her third century of life. She has startling silver eyes that could either welcome you with a warm sparkle, or scare the shit out of you when she glares with stone cold eyes. Her hair is also a shimmery silver. Soft to the touch.
She has a tall, muscled build. She stands at 5”8’.

In her dragon form, she isn’t terrifyingly big, maybe 80 feet from nose to tail. She’s a shimmery white color, with eyes as dark and sparkly as the galaxy. Her wingspan reaches about 200 feet across. When in her dragon form, she uses mindspeak to communicate to others.

Personality
Vivian has a vibrant personality. She’s personable...at least she likes to think she is. She comes across as defensive and harsh, but that’s not intentional. She always means the best, and has people's best interest at heart. She sees herself as a protector, even though her race is known as healers, she wants to protect them since she lacks that healing capability.
She is very cautious, and it shows through her actions. She trusts people after she gets to know them, but before that, she will be on alert and wary around you.

Strengths
Elven form
-Vivian is an expert archer, she’s had over 240 years of practice. She can hit almost any target from an insane length away.
-Vivian does have magic, and hers shows through her singing. When she sings, she can control plant life. She could sing to build a shelter, or to wrap someone in vines or twigs to keep them bound.
-She’s okay with a sword, she’s only had about 50 years of practice, compared to that with her bow. But she’s capable enough to defend herself and take down a mediocre opponent.
-more will show
Dragon form
-Her dragon element mimics that of her magic, earth. In her most powerful, she can make the planet shake as a whole. (this would cause her to have to sleep for days to recover, so she has never done it.) Mostly she causes small ‘earth’shakes. She’s able to manipulate plants, and more will come with time.
-she is small for a dragon, so she is agile and able to turn on a dime.
-She is fast, faster than the average because she doesn’t weigh as much
-her talons are sharp, and her tail can wack you unconscious.

Weaknesses
-Her magic definitely comes with a cost. Even minor use uses her energy at an exponentially higher rate than normal. If she uses too much too fast without resting, the exhaustion could literally kill her.
-She has to be in her elven form to use her magic since she has to sing.
-She’s not the best at healing, despite being an elf shifter. She knows the basics, to stop the bleeding and maybe a few plants to help with pain but that’s it.
-If she’s short range, she’s not the best at defense. This is why her offensive is so intense, to make up for the lack of defense skills.
-In her dragon form, she is not the best at using her magic. It takes a lot of concentration, and she has to focus on flying and fighting.
-She doesn’t have a lot of the brute strength in her dragon form that you see in average dragons. Because of her size, she doesn’t have to force or weight to put behind her attacks.
-During her shift from elf to dragon, she is extremely vulnerable. It doesn’t happen instantaneously. She has no defense ability while she shifts, if someone were to strike her mid-shift she’d probably be dead.

Brief Bio
Vivian was born to an elf, and a shifter. Her mother, a full elf, was named Elora. And her Father, the shifter, was called Raul. As a little girl, Viv didn't know she was a shifter like her father. She would ride on her fathers back, in between the spikes. They would soar together, with his voice humming in her mind. She loved it.
Vivian's first shift to dragon was when she was 50 years old. The family had taken her younger sister to the park, and Viv was pushing her on the swing. Laughing at Emma's antics, Vivan suddenly changed. Unfortunately, her little sister was close to her, and got hurt. Fortunately, it was just a scar running from her ear to the tip of her jaw. Viv was devastated, it made her very reluctant to shift. But soon enough, Emma was asking for dragon rides. So Viv fashioned a strap in saddle for Emma so she wouldn't fall off. When it was done, they went outside, and when Emma stood far enough away, Viv willed it, and poof! She was a dragon. She roared with pure glee. First, her father would teach her how to fly. She didn't want to do anything that would hurt Emma....again.
Only when her father was sure she knew everything there is to know about flying, he allowed her to carry Emma on her back. Raul strapped Emma in, and they took off. Roaring as they ripped through the blue sky, she rolled. Emma laughed in joy. They had fun, with barral rolls, dives, and the sort. Little did they know, the straps holding Emma down were slowly fraying. They finally snapped, and Emma went hurtling towards the earth. Diving after Emma, Vivian grabbed her with her clawed paws. Her claws weren't as graceful as her wings, and they did do some damage. But she headed towards the ground, and set her down as gently as she could (which really wasn't very gentle) and changed before she landed on top of her.
Gathering her little sister in her arms, she called out for her mother. Blood was pooling on the ground, and soaking Viv's clothes. Elora came out, screamed quickly, and then ran to Emma's side. Singing softly in the ancient language, Emma was healed. That was another close call for Emma....all because of Vivian.
Vivian couldn't take it. She had almost killed her little sister, twice! She stayed home for a few more weeks, gathering her stuff, and preparing to do the unthinkable: leave. She talked to her parents, and Emma, and they all said that it wasn't her fault, that it was an accident; but that wasn't true. SHE had made the saddle, she had hurt Emma with her claws. She just wasn't safe to be around. She told them she had made up her mind, and they nodded. Hugging her parents hard, she promised to visit from time to time. Emma came up to her, teary eyed. "Pwease don't go, Vivvie." She said in her little kid voice. Viv knelt and gathered her sister to her. She loved no one like she loved her baby sister, which is why she had to go.
So, she set out. Her belongings strapped to her back, she flew off. She found a nice little town, full of shifters. She lived with them, and was happy. She kept her promise, and visited home about once a month to keep her family updated.
There is talk around town that there is going to be a blood moon in honor of the unspeakable war that happened 400 years ago...something was going to happen, something bad. She felt it to her very bones....

Other
Vivian will do whatever it takes to get her task done, she will fight for her friends, she will kill for her family.

[Mistress Dizzy]

Name: Kassandra

Age (18+ please): 153, considered a young adult for a dragon

Gender: Female

Race: Water Dragon Shifter/Human

Appearance: Kassandra is chubby with dark skin, bright blue eyes and seafoam white hair in tight, thick curls. She has strange, forked ears that mark her as inhuman, but they don’t look elven and she’s too tall to be a dwarf. She usually dresses a bit outside of fashion as she can’t quite keep up with trends over the many years. Her dragon form is a pastel blue and white.

Personality: Kassandra is gentle and caring, and looks like she couldn’t hurt a fly. In truth, she could do so easily, but only if the fly was hurting others. Despite being a village guardian, she is rather on the shy side. She’s been run out of town too many times while traveling, and always feels in between due to her shifter nature. While she has few friends, she tends to take good care of the people under her watch. Beware her if you ever get her angry.

Strengths: She is an excellent swimmer, both in dragon form and human form. She is good at cooking and living off the land, skills she learned from both parents. Once she was older, she learned staff combat from her father, and water magic from her mother. They taught her the staff since it could easily blend in as a walking stick. Her mother knew acutely that a shifter’s life may mean not being quite welcome anywhere. While she mostly uses the staff as a defensive weapon, she can and will strike heavy blows with it if necessary. She could easily crack a skull if she truly found it necessary.

With her water magic, she has a recent rage of what she can do. At the lightest, she can make a small localized rainshower. Good for getting clean or cooling off on a hot day, but not much more.

At the heaviest, she can cause someone to lose all the liquid in their body. However this would probably leave her laid out for days, so she won't be doing that unless it's a last resort. Her mother taught her that one; Daddy did not know about this little lesson.

Mostly she uses her staff as a focus and shoots water like a fire hose, knocking people off their feet and half drowning them with congealed balls of water.

Weaknesses: Obviously, anything enchanted to be anti-dragon will work well against her. She is highly susceptible to bad food and tainted water. Either will put her off her game for longer than it would a regular human, especially the water. Hot days slow her down because she is easily dehydrated. Water dragons are meant to live in or very near the water. While Kassy is used to living in harsh climates, a desert like climate could very well kill her if she didn’t have access to a regular source of water around the clock.

Brief Bio: Kassandra’s mother was a shifter dragon, and her father an ordinary human. They brought up Kassandra in the wild forests, with plants and animals for her companions. Unfortunately, illness took her father early. Her mother, while loving, was grieving too hard to take very good care of her daughter. So Kassandra more or less raised herself during her teenage years. Once she became of age, she and her mother parted ways.

[LuckyBlackCat]

Name: Astrid Ironrune

Age: 65 (equivalent of around 21)

Gender: Female

Race: Dwarf

Appearance:

Short and stout as is typical of her race, Astrid stands at 4'3" and weighs a beefy 160lbs. Due to her job as a blacksmith, and her martial training, she's heavily muscled. Her hair is red, thick and wild, streaked with white, and tamed only by a loose braid. She has a ruddy complexion, bearing numerous scars from brawls. As far as clothing goes, she keeps her outfits practical with simple leathers.

Personality: Astrid is as fiery as the spelled weapons she crafts. Her confidence borders on arrogance, and given the opportunity to brag about her deeds, she will (often exaggerating them). Determined to make a name for herself and her family, she's eager to take on challenges, even if they're too much for her. Those who get past this prideful exterior will find she's an incredibly loyal and protective friend, although it may well fall to them to rein in her antics.

Strengths:

• Astrid is pretty good with daggers and hammers - in her community, it's believed those who craft weapons should know how to use them, plus it's best to be able to defend against thieves and mountain-dwelling monsters.
• She knows some magic, specifically the inscription of runes into crafted objects. Her affinity is fire, so she imbues her weapons with this element; when the weapon is held and the rune activated via words in an ancient language of magic, the tip becomes wreathed in flames. If not deactivated on command, the rune will remain active for one minute or so.
• As a dwarf, she's sturdy and able to take hits.

Weaknesses:

• With zero experience or skill in ranged fighting, Astrid is only able to fight close range.
• If her runes are used too often in succession, they can damage or even destroy the item. Crafting a spelled item is also a delicate and painstaking progress - if done badly, the magic will be erratic, and the item could harm the wielder.
• Her pride, stubbornness, and desperation to prove herself can easily land her in trouble.

Brief Bio: The Ironrune lineage was once renowned as some of the best crafters and runeworkers known to dwarvenkind. The items they created and traded throughout the land bore various magical effects - gauntlets that increased physical strength, blades imbued with elemental power, and shields that could generate temporary energy barriers, to name a few. However, 150 years ago, their reputation became tainted. A prominent metalworker, Hakon, was found to have delved into forbidden knowledge and traded cursed items on the black market.

Ever since, the family has been treated with suspicion. Astrid, as Hakon's granddaughter, grew up with firsthand experience of this. The eldest of several siblings, she'd frequently protect them from bullies, getting into numerous fights in the process. As she learned the Ironrune trade and techniques, she put her all into her crafting, aiming for nothing less than perfection in an attempt to salvage the family name. While some recognised her work as honest, whispers and wary looks were still all too common.

It all came to a head when her father found his workshop smashed up by thugs. He was able to rebuild the place, but was still deeply shaken by the incident, and fearful for his children. Astrid promised her family she'd do something to restore their honour. The problem was, she didn't know what. True to her word nonetheless, she left her mountain homeland, determined to find a way.

Other: Chocolate and coffee are the best combo.

[vietmyke]

Odran Stormweaver

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Odran Stormweaver

Name: Odran Stormweaver
Age: 121
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf

Appearance:
Odran is a stout and sturdily built dwarf, with a bold stance and an intimidating disposition for one so short. Forged by wine, battle, and song, Odran's girth and thick trunk of a body belies a surprising amount of deft and dexterity. Standing at a height of 4'8", he often stands no higher than the chest of other mortal beings, but is incredibly tall for a dwarf. Despite his diminutive stature, he's denser than most humans, and weighs in at about 200 pounds, an amount comparable to a human upwards of six feet in height.

His body is composed mostly of muscle and bound within the relatively stout frame of his race, and his face is adorned with a dense, rough beard, and the dark brown hair over his head is pulled into thick dreadlocks. This thick dwarf dresses in a combination of padded cloth, and a chainmail hauberk underneath a hardened steel plate carapace, but his short legs stomp on the ground with surprising speed and lightness as he walks. Upon his face sits a wide, fat nose, with a crooked angle from many a fistfight, and sharp eyes of the color of steel. His face is often adorned with a wry grin, and covered with scars from past wars.

Personality:
An earnest, boisterous soul, like many a dwarf of Valeroma, Odran much like other dwarves is a stubborn, but honorable, hard headed bloke who prefers ale and song to politics and trickery. Blunt, straightforward and to the point, Odran is rarely afraid to speak his mind and tell things exactly as he sees it. suspicious of, but not hostile towards magic and the unnatural, Odran will not hesitate to express his unease over the use of such elements but nevertheless admits their usefulness in many situations. Despite his jovial demeanor, Odran has surprising amounts of depth to his thoughts, his loud cheers and alcohol laden breath a masked visage for a more logical, intrinsically calculative mind. Odran has a very solid understanding of physics, and warfare, and a well developed moral compass.

While Odran is vocal and friendly, and quick to throw the title of comrade around, it isn't until another's character has been demonstrated does Odran truly begin showing trust. Odran carefully observes those surrounding him, judging the character of others even whilst he makes jokes and exchanges story and drink. Odran is honorable and relatively unselfish, though if given the choice, he would prefer him and his own success over others. Despite his affable nature, Odran knows how to act when its time to get serious. When its time to conduct business, Odran's demeanor switches to that of a calm and collected professional. A professional soldier through and through, Odran fights with a cold and calm efficiency, and only rarely has emotional outbursts.

Strengths:

• Career Soldier - Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy: Odran is a capable career soldier. Proficient with a variety of weapons, armor and tactics, Odran finds himself most at home sitting inside a suit of heavy steel, and either firing an Storm-Pattern Repeating Crossbow from a fixed position or charging into an enemy's flank with a bayonet. A strong and durable fighter, Odran has considerable staying power in a fight, and has surprising amounts of dexterity and deft.
• Dwarven Ranger - Despite his heavy armor, Odran is surprisingly light footed, and is a capable scout and ranger, moving steadily through the underbrush to locate targets of opportunity to eliminate. He is a proficient tracker and has a sharp eye and keen sense of direction.
• Tinkerer - All dwarves seem to practice some craftsmanship or another. While not a dedicated craftsdwarf, Odran is well versed with the workings of the weapons and equipment used by the Ironborn Free Company, and knows how to maintain and modify his own weapons and armor.

Weaknesses:

• Non-Magical - Odran is currently incapable of casting or creating any magical effects on his own, and must therefore rely on others capable of doing so.
• Short Stature - While dextrous and strong, Odran's stature and heavy armor doesn't do him any favors when it comes to flat movement speed. He prefers to fight on solid ground and would likely sink in the water on account of his heavy weapons and armor. Something about his lack of height also makes Odran a bit fearful of long drops.
• Specialist Equipment - Odran's equipment was specialized for his own use- or use by the Ironborn Company. As a result repairs and maintenance can be painstaking and time intensive, depending on the amount of damage received by his equipment.

Brief Bio:
A career soldier, scout, siege specialist, and sniper, Odran was born to the Stormweaver clan, a powerful crafts-clan of some repute, well known throughout Valeroma for their weapons- particularly their Storm-Pattern Repeating Crossbows, with many aspiring warriors seeking pieces of armor or weapons crafted by his family. While most took up the family trades, Odran instead went about a different way to seek his fortune. Some took to trade, others took to craftsmanship. Odran took to the sciences- the military sciences, to be precise. Odran joined the ranks of the Stormweaver clan warriors, here he would earn his keep through blood and sweat. The clan warriors were divided into companies, each with their own storied past.

Odran joined the Ironborn Free Company as a Ranger in its service. With his technical prowess, as well as his skill in combat, Odran advanced steadily through the ranks, becoming a trusted sub-leader of his squad commander by the end of his first campaign across the dwarven mountains. By the end of his second campaign, Odran was given command of his own squad, and by the end of his fifth campaign, he was the commander of the Ironborn Company's Recon Corps, and a notable veteran in his own right. When he was chosen, Odran would reluctantly leave the ranks of his comrades to join the company of the chosen.

Other:
None for now.

[Phi Chisym]

Trygve (Try) Sjöberg

Trygve (Try) Sjöbergs

Name: Trygve Sjöbergs [treh-GO-vuh SHEUR-berg] "Try" [Trey]
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:


Try is a scraping young man with long features that match his 6'1" height. Tight muscles to boot and build through his daily regiment or non-stop activity; never gaining weight due to his extremely active metabolism that keeps him running through the woods like a jackrabbit. He's not as stout as most males from his village, but he's gained their respect with his cunning stealth and frisky ways in scouting, tracking, and fighting.

Mysterious hazel eyes with flakes of blue and dark brown hair that grow like willow-weed. When preparing for battle, Try will either braid it up and around his neck, or cut it shoulder-length, to keep it out of his way when sneaking or scouting. It doesn't matter to him because it grows so fast. However, not a blade will touch his maturing beard. Has a half arm tattoo of bands and various runes of protection around his left forearm, and a rune tattoo in a straight line down his back - from the nape of his neck to the crack of his ass. Runes of protection, stealth, cunning, and intuition were placed upon him before he was old enough to speak the words.

A few scars scratch out several of the runes down his back - he's unaware of this edit, which can account for a few issues in his life right now. Also, on both forearms, there are healed scars of various sizes, and old burn marks that have healed into slightly raised scars. They look like growing vines twisting jaggedly around them; he keeps them wrapped, so no questions come of them. These scars tell a fearful story, one he holds close to the vest, but wishes he can figure out how he'd come about them - and why.

Personality: Open-Minded, Reserved, Guarded, Instinctive, Disciplined, Protective, Selfless, Trustworthy, Focus, and Serious, but he is not without his moments of silliness; he is quite fond of being the silent prankster. He can be incredibly deceptive at times, but only when the situation calls for it.

Try has a habit of self-loathing and brood when under an emotional crisis. Overwhelmed, either he'll explode in unyielding rage, or walk away to avoid such, rather than calming down and dealing with the problem. His hot-blooded nature is not normal for him - just something that's developed in the last year after his kidnapping.

Try keeps his emotions and thoughts mostly to himself; the only person he trusts is his fraternal twin sister, Eerika. But Try does open up towards those who earn his trust and his love, and he easily opens up whenever he's alone with nature or with the animals he manages.

Strengths: Good listener, detailed oriented, close-ranged combat fighter, rogue skills, survival skills, master animal handler (wild and domestic), knowledgable in terrains.

Weaknesses: Physically hyper-sensitive to touch - especially down his forearms and the center of his back, holds guilts that no one should which keeps him mentally and emotionally neutral, not too keen on other forms of living - all he knows are the mountains and sea. A magic doubter who's bonded to magical tools - makes for interesting conversation around bonfires. Has a tendency to listen more to animals than to humans - which makes him seem absentminded or rude: rude - nah. Absentminded - meh. Sometimes, others' jokes go over his head. And he may look tough and capable of handling his own, but Try wears his heart on his sleeve and it shows in tears from time to time - but he'll fight you if you say so.

Brief Bio:
Several things eat at Try's heart and mind from time to time, mostly of things to blame himself for.

The attack on their village took the lives of their parents. Rika moves on without mourning but seemed to hate the world around her unless she was near the sea or focusing on her studies to veil those dark memories. Try blamed himself for the entire attack. Being one of the village's sharpest points, he failed to notice the oncoming attack, and even though his traps stopped plenty from entering the village by foot, the air attacks... Not many could see their coming - except for his keen eyes... But still, he missed those too. So, he kept to the woods or stayed busy in the stables and barns to keep his demons at bay.

Hiding out with his feels and his cartographer kit placed him in the wrong place and time one day. He had a horrific encounter with a mad Shifter Warlock. Trygve was kidnapped - kept locked away for several months of torture until he was able to escape. The Warlock experimented on him, testing the bounds of his magical abilities with the fresh target, unknowing at the time that Try held wards of protection within his skin and blood. After several attempts to erase those protective tattoos from his skin, the Warlock learned a few things about Try that he doesn't about himself. For one - there's something in his blood that hates whatever the Warlock did, and his grandfather's thunderdaggers have minds of their own.

Try was able to escape, but he has never been the same since.

His sister encouraged him to leave the village, to seek opportunities to explore and learn, grow and heal, forgive and enlighten. Try, taking it as a chance to keep his sister safe from his gloom, allowing her to thrive without the constant reminder that her brother ended their parents' lives, happily left. So, Trygve goes wherever his feet take him, for better - or worse, trying to create a new name and a new path for himself.

Other:
Occupation: Trapper/Hunter, Fighter/Ranger, Rancher, Cartographer.
Abilities: herbology, geology/cartography, archery/daggers/short swords, two-handed combat, animal husbandry, ranching.
Weapons: (Longbow, short swords, daggers)


Precious belongings: The Thunderstone daggers given to him by his Great Grandfather before his passing. The tale connected to them is old and long, and quite frankly too farfetched to be true. But the more Try uses those daggers, the more he's becoming to understand the truth behind them.

Sjöberg Family History

Within Sjöberg's history, their ancestors are connected to two famous folk stories: The Master Thief and the Thunderstone.

It is said that their 5th Gen Grandfather, Jørgen Sjöberg, a retired seaman who became a poor cottager, had three sons. His youngest, Try's namesake, was the famed Master Thief who proved his skills to the king's head squire for his daughter's hand in marriage. With abilities proven and happily married, he soon was hired by the king as his Royal Merchant, and he and his wife traveled around the world per the king's liking - acquiring many treasures at others' expense. Within their travels, Trygve Sr. acquired the very rare Thunderstone - a myth among men, it is a Prehistoric stone that is found in areas where lightning strikes. It is said to behold untold healing and protection properties. It can be used to create unbreakable weapons that loyally protect the wielder, and used for sigil jewelry to protect the wearer.

Now Trygve and Eerika never truly considered these old family stories to be true due to the folklore tag now associated with them. But Try's older daggers and Rika's older axes, given to them by their great-grandfather and great-grandmother before their passing, proved the stories otherwise. Both weapons were created with Thunderstone. They have never chipped, stained, cracked, molded, or weakened in all their years; and both weapons seem to be attuned to each of them in a sense that they don't have to think about them at all for them to claim their hands. For some odd reason, whenever they are in dire danger, those particular weapons just find their places within their palms. Strange, yes - but because of their significance and success whenever they use them, these items are their most sacred family treasures.

They both are children of a generational curse that has followed them all their lives. The Master Thief stories are slight truth and false, which holds significance with those who believe in such old tales. Therefore, seeing Try as a roguish being, and Rika as a cut-throat merchant, strangers who know the Sjöberg legends instantly assume they're too untrustworthy for business. They've gone through most of their young lives proving otherwise. Only those who have watched these two grow through their summers know they are as true to their hearts as they are to their words. However, for those who don't believe in the honesty of thieves and wish for them to prove themselves through blade and blood - they prove themselves just fine.

Avoiding such personal battles kept Rika landbound and Try hidden away. Rika had taken up herbology for healing and learning more about caring for dragons at the hatchery. Try kept himself in the woods, learning about the abundance they offer their horde and mapping the lands around their village. He also tended to the husbandry of the various herds in the village and aided in protection from outsiders through various traps tucked away - marked by runes only the horde could decipher.

[Fetzen]

Valaryon

Valaryon

Age: 53
Gender: Male
Race: Elf of the dark elven variety


Appearance:
Valaryon's probably most notable feature is his long, white hair that makes him look like an elderly person if one doesn't know better about its cause. Once turning one's eyes away from that and onto his face one will inevitably notice that his skin is far away from the pale kind of his ordinary elven brothers, but clearly exhibits the gray-ish taint that comes with his magic practice. It does not show any imperfections such as scars yet though. Valaryon's eyes look normal just like his pointy ears, but he can turn the former into striking spots of dimly glowing orbs if he wants to.

Valaryon's exceptionally tall with just being shy of seven feet and six inches. He does not look extremely broad at all, but once he takes off his gear a well developed layer of muscle will reveal itself still. He comes in at a staggering weight, but that might also be the reason why he doesn't like to talk about it.

Valaryon's gear makes a rather improvised impression: The shield is slightly buckled, the chainmail appears to have been assembled by merging several smaller pieces into a larger one and the thick leather underneath it has obviously been in need of patching more than once.


Personality:
Valaryon has been living a rather secluded life for most of his time so far and that has clearly left his traces. He's a rather obvious introvert that prefers remaining calm and silent more often than he dares to raise his voice. It would be unfair to consider him to be an evil person per se, but it's safe to say that he can be a bit reckless when it's about achieving goals. Speaking of friendship... that is rather hard to obtain in his case, but whoever does can count on him as a very loyal companion in the end. He's intelligent, but prefers staying away from arrogance and too much egoism. One can have a personal plan without bragging about it.


Strengths:

• Dangerous: Valaryon's offensive and defensive capabilities can be considered significant. He's no master with the sword, but has a lot of self-taught experience with it. What makes him probably more troublesome than that for his foes is the fact that he can hurl a broad variety of spells at them that can nag at their very soul, make armor corrode and rations rot at visible speed or cause rapid illness. Given his rather heavy armor, he is by far not entirely defenseless against physical attacks either.
• Healer: Dark magic is not only a source of death, decay and curses, but also holds some keys to counteracting those. The big issue is however that the methods are less than usual, like, for example, instead of applying a bandage and administering a complicated potion, you can also just 'borrow' some life of a more healthy volunteer in order to save someone else's life, subsequently allowing both to recover.
• Beast: You thought elves are fragile and can't win a bar fight ? In Valaryon's case you might have to think twice...

Weaknesses:

• Reviled: At least in the presence of any elves, Valaryon is pretty much unable to use his magic without triggering quite a lot of negative attention. Elves and those sharing at least some of their ideals might at least frown upon recognizing his unusually dark skin, suspecting he might be a practitioner of the dark arts.
• Hulking: It is said that most elves are lithe and fast, but he is quite the opposite. Stealth, agility and speed are clearly not his forte and you don't want him standing on that rickety bridge for too long, probably.
• Poor: An unsteady income has been a problem for many years. Cheap or stolen has to be good enough more often than not.
• Slow magic: The kind of magic Valaryon does is rather one of preparation and patience. While it is certainly powerful, it's not suited for fast offensive moves and therefore much less useful against small, fast enemies than it is against larger, more sturdy targets.

Brief bio:
For the first two decades or so it seemed pretty much as if Valaryon's life would turn out to have been set in stone from the very beginning. His parents were caring, but they were also demanding. From him, they demanded that he would keep up the family's pride and heritage of being scholars well reknown throughout elven lands. He was to become a mage, but not for actually doing things out in the field as most others or for entertaining people as some others, but for the sake of bookshelves and theoretical development.

That was not what Valaryon was in the mood for, however. He could see the importance that someone just had to do the job he was pushed to go for, but he could not see why it had to be him. Still he agreed to join the academy and begin studies -- not because he liked the prospects, but because he was afraid of the consequences that were bound to confront him if he didn't. That was only as long as he had not met them yet though. 'Them' as they indeed called themselves as sort of a code name was a an organization within the academy, a student's association that preferred working in the secret. The academy was perfect the perfect place for them as any other institution that focused more on practical applications would not keep around so many dirty secrets in locked away libraries elven society would frown upon if put to any actual use.

The talk was about necromancy and what elves call 'dark magic' in general. Nobody of 'them' actually was eager to use it solely for hurting people, but any discovery of their practitioning, no matter the purpose, would have put them on the priority list for being expelled. Upon seeing what they could do during a clandestine rendezvous though, he joined them anyway. It was an escape route for his otherwise pretty dreary situation.

Things went well both with his official studies and with is inofficial ones, but only as long as the latter remained undiscovered. A schoolboy mistake, a brief moment of not covering his altered skin properly with a firm layer of make-up ended both careers all at once. 'Them' of course couldn't do anything to help him officially, nor could they prevent his family or other friends from breaking bonds with him. He received some support during his transition -- or rather descent -- into dark elven society, but after that he was to help himself and somehow make a living again.

Valaryon did. As of now he has become sort of a mercenary and self-made adventurer suffering from an unstable income, but enjoying how his horizons widen as he gets to know more and more parts of the world.


Other:
Nothing so far.