[OOC] Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

[Lemons]

Lina Ariesca

L I N A
L I N A

^{"Pfft, why are you being so serious? Lighten up, spoilsport!"}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Though she's the eldest child and (former) heir to a prominent and longstanding military family and as a result her skills are unimpeachable, Lina Ariesca is as far from the militant mindset as you can reasonably get. Enthusiastic and cheerful but a touch ditzy and oblivious (despite the aggression with which she was trained), she aims to do the right thing as much as she can, even if she might get a little bit lost on the way. Age: 19 Race: Human Nationality: Itenaian Weapon of Choice: Twin Shortswords Elemental Affinity: Fire Spiritual Affinity: Light

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ The Ariesca noble family is one of the oldest military families in all of Itenaire. Their lineage can be traced all the way to the warlord Ariesc in the Age of Chaos, defying all any and all efforts to snuff them out. As you may imagine, then, they are immensely proud of their name, and of the military prowess that has defined them for over a thousand years. As a result, their children go through fierce and painful training in the family estate, turning them nearly without exception into masters of arms who take their family name incredibly seriously, and with an almost fanatical devotion to their heritage. And so the Ariesca family continues, and the wheel turns. Lina...fits into those very rare exceptions. As with all of the family's children, she had a sword shoved into her hands from the time they could lift it, and as an only child at the time, she was subjected to brutal study of combat against people far older, stronger, and more skillful than she. Not enough to injure her, but more than enough to hurt, and for hours a day. When she wasn't sparring, she was studying; language, history, and of course, an excess of tactics. The same training and education that the Ariesca family had levered on their children for centuries. ...But Lina didn't really get the whole thing. While she of course wanted to make her parents proud, and even according to her teachers she took to combat rather naturally as well, it was her attitude that caused her immediate and extended families alike to look at her with a blend of concern, pity, and anger. Whenever she hit someone in a spar harder than she intended, she would stop to see if they were okay. She would skip out on her interminable lessons on military strategy, only for her irate tutors to find her an hour later, instead laughing and chatting with extremely confused household stafff. Her seeming lack of dedication and indifference to the family name had her parents tearing their hair out, but as their only child, she was to be the heir, and so they would need to do their best with her. But then, when Lina was eight, they had a son. A son that, as the years went by, turned out to be much more receptive to their teachings. While he was never as skilled as Lina in pure martial combat at any age, he blew her out of the water in every other metric. And so, when this became apparent, the heirdom was stripped from the eighteen-year-old Lina and bestowed upon Anders. And almost immediately afterwards, her parents floated an idea to her: go to Atutania, and join the Order of the Glade. She was skilled enough in combat, especially now that her aptitude had awakened. It would be a great honor for the family; House Ariesca had never numbered in the Order's ranks before, she would be the first. And, they mentioned as an aside, it would allow them to focus more on Anders' training if she wasn't there. Lina might have been an oblivious person who had a short attention span and was easily distracted. She certainly wasn't the smartest out there. But even she could recognize this for what it was: they wanted to excise her from her brother's life so he could focus solely on becoming the perfect heir they wanted. And, if she became a member of the Order, it would ensure that she wasn't a black mark on the name of House Ariesca. To her parents, her family, her brother--all of whom she loved--she was...an embarrassment. But, at the same time, she so desperately wanted to leave this stifling place, meet new people, see the world! So she agreed. She would go make something of herself, join the Order of the Glade, and become a knight. All, of course, to bring honor to her family name. Yeah. Sure. Uh-huh. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Cheerful ⬗ Conflicted ⬗ Ditzy ⬗ Friendly ⬗ Gullible ⬗ Social A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Those who know Lina but have never seen her fight are in for a rude awakening if they're to spar. Trained nearly from birth in swordplay with savage intensity, Lina is remarkably skilled with her chosen weapons, a matched pair of elegant, finely-crafted shortswords with blades about twenty inches long. While she doesn't have the best reach with her short weapons, her skill with them allows her to weave past guards and deflect blows all at the same time with a great deal of precision. She's also not...entirely unskilled with magic. Though it was interrupted by the pronouncement of Anders as heir, until that point her affinity with fire was trained almost as incessantly as her swordplay. She's a bit inexperienced with it, given that it showed up less than a year before she was kicked to the curb as successor; but she at least knows how to control it with some level of tempo. Her greatest weakness in its regard isn't skill or power, but moderation. The impulsivity brought on by a general lack of foresight can manifest in bringing out way too much power way too hard, and so exhausting herself almost immediately. There is one further wrinkle to throw into her life. An urge in her thoughts brought on by childhood pressure, a figurative whisper in her ear. A soundless, wordless voice that pushes her to be exactly as ruthless, cutthroat, and savage as her family always wanted her to be. The Voice of Ariesc. She ignores it as best she can, and usually it's no more than an almost unnoticeable background hum that she usually forgets is there. But in moments of strife, when she's under great pressure, it may come creeping back. And sometimes it can be...difficult to shut it out.

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[Asura]

you know this shit unfinished

I N G A
I N G A

^{“Oh! Uhm, hello! I'm Inga. I've never really been this far south before, so... I hope we can get along!”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Inga Nordavind is a scion of House Nordavind and the granddaughter of SOVNGARDE's current Chieftain, Ingvar Nordavind. Despite her good nature and unassuming position in the line of succession, she is the most promising sorcerer to rise from her line in the last century, something her grand sire hopes to exploit in order to carve greater in-roads with the nations of Lacorron. Age: 15 Race: Human Nationality: SOVNGARDE Weapon of Choice: Sword Elemental Affinity: Wind Spiritual Affinity: Light

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Aenean dignissim libero quis mollis volutpat. Donec porttitor est vitae arcu dapibus, ut vehicula est mollis. Vivamus felis turpis, pulvinar rhoncus ligula sed, tempus varius nisl. Sed non dui commodo, imperdiet purus a, interdum nisl. Suspendisse condimentum nisl vitae orci maximus malesuada. Aenean ac lacus sagittis, ornare nisl ut, volutpat elit. Morbi vel elit sapien. Sed id tristique tortor, nec luctus libero. Praesent quis magna at ipsum porttitor semper. Nulla condimentum hendrerit aliquet. Proin sed erat dictum, euismod dui eu, blandit mi. Morbi dignissim efficitur urna, in efficitur ex rhoncus vel. Sed ac interdum erat, ac fringilla risus. Curabitur eu hendrerit metus. Nunc placerat ex ac elit pretium, volutpat sollicitudin ligula mattis. Donec vestibulum augue sit amet quam pretium, ac tincidunt eros egestas. Proin iaculis, augue ut pulvinar cursus, lorem neque lacinia ante, sit amet cursus sapien dui sit amet turpis. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Astute ⬗ Brave ⬗ Cheerful ⬗ Compassionate ⬗ Idealistic ⬗ Stalwart A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________

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[mickilennial]

Today's plans are to review sheets and make suggestions to make them better fit, add more great nations as needed, and expand on the OOC as much as I think is useful. Right now I have to go for about a half hour-to-hour. I'll be back around 4:30-5:00 EST.

[Silverstein]

Knight of Savagery(WIP)

REX

^{"Like a beast, Bare your fangs to the challenges ahead!"}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Rex Marigold is a Deserter.An Oath Breaker. A former knight turned into a wandering druid, traveling the world with his trusty direwolf. Age: 18 Race: Human Nationality:(former)Atutania Weapon of Choice: Spear Elemental Affinity: Earth Spiritual Affinity: Dark

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ ⬗ Blunt ⬗ Fearless ⬗ Simple minded ⬗ Dependent ⬗ Naturalist ⬗ A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ A description indicating a character's trained skills and magical aptitude if they were awakened before seeking out to become a Warden of the Glade.

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[mickilennial]

@Silverstein Shoutout to Cu.

[ERode]

Barmaid with a Crossbow

S A R N A I
S A R N A I

^{“I don't think I'm like the rest of you, but I'll try to be.”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Sarnai is the adopted daughter of a tavern owner and former mercenary. Ignorant of the wider world and self-centered by nature, she travels out of her home, her town, her nation in search of something that would make her become the person she wanted to be. Age: 20 Race: Human Nationality: Hahral Weapon of Choice: Crossbow Elemental Affinity: Water Spiritual Affinity: Dark

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Her parents were good people. Her father was the owner of the Milky Toast Lizard, a tavern that, despite its nonsensical name, was popular amongst merchants and mercenaries. Her mother was a former caravan guard whose reputation and easy-going attitude endeared her to the suppliers of her husband's establishment. Sarnai already knew how to walk, to speak, by the time the couple became her family, but everything else she had, she gained from them. She learned how to cook and clean, how to record inventory and count coins, how to tell the difference between good and bad produce, how to pour a drink and slide it to any corner of the bar's counter. She learned how to take care of herself and dress herself, how to hide a knife and shoot a crossbow, how to hunt for wild game and then dress it. Growing up in the northern quarter of the market district of Dranabris, Sarnai saw glimpses of the wider world through those who came in and out of the Milky Toast Lizard's doors, but otherwise continued to learn. Learn so she could work. Work so she could earn. Because she knew that parental love wasn't an unconditional thing. She still held flashes of memory from her childhood, enough that she knew that she was not of her mother or father's blood. So it was just by dumb luck that she wasn't amongst the urchins on the streets, begging and stealing, scrambling for any opportunity to earn coin or a roof over their heads. That scared her when she was young. The idea of being tossed in the world without any support, of having to scramble for her own place. She had to work harder, learn faster, be obedient, make sure she can keep her place, so she that she could keep her place. That scared her when she became older. What was she? She passed by the needy and disadvantaged without a thought, plastered on fake smiles as she played sycophant to the rich, went about her day while willfully blind to everything around her. Her parents were good people. They had lifted her out of the refuse, had taken care of her to this day. She had, in return, become the type of person who would not do the same, so concerned with herself that she would tread upon a child's hand in the hurry to complete a delivery. Sarnai had to be better. Perhaps it was an overcorrection, to travel towards Atutania and the Order of the Glades, in order to become a realm-defending warden. But where else could someone so deficient as herself learn to become a good person, unless she surrounded herself with would-be heroes, unless she learned how to offer up her own body for the well-being of the world? C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Practical ⬗ Determined ⬗ Cordial ⬗ Frugal ⬗ Insecure ⬗ Cowardly A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Sarnai is handy with a crossbow. She has a good eye and can consistently land a bolt from 60 paces away, though there's no guarantee where on the target it would land. The archers of the Hahral Triumvirate are more skilled than even the elves, but she clearly doesn't count amongst their number. As someone who has worked for more or less her entire life, she has a good amount of stamina and strength, as well as a sense of balance derived from balancing overloaded plates of food around a room of merry drunks. It isn't anything comparable to the sort of physical fitness that could be expected from a career soldier or an athlete, however. In terms of magic, she has none.

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[mickilennial]

Barmaid with a Crossbow

S A R N A I
S A R N A I

^{“I don't think I'm like the rest of you, but I'll try to be.”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Sarnai is the adopted daughter of a tavern owner and former mercenary. Ignorant of the wider world and self-centered by nature, she travels out of her home, her town, her nation in search of something that would make her become the person she wanted to be. Age: 20 Race: Human Nationality: Hahral Weapon of Choice: Crossbow Elemental Affinity: Water Spiritual Affinity: Unawakened

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Her parents were good people. Her father was the owner of the Milky Toast Lizard, a tavern that, despite its nonsensical name, was popular amongst merchants and mercenaries. Her mother was a former caravan guard whose reputation and easy-going attitude endeared her to the suppliers of her husband's establishment. Sarnai already knew how to walk, to speak, by the time the couple became her family, but everything else she had, she gained from them. She learned how to cook and clean, how to record inventory and count coins, how to tell the difference between good and bad produce, how to pour a drink and slide it to any corner of the bar's counter. She learned how to take care of herself and dress herself, how to hide a knife and shoot a crossbow, how to hunt for wild game and then dress it. Growing up in the northern quarter of the market district of Dranabris, Sarnai saw glimpses of the wider world through those who came in and out of the Milky Toast Lizard's doors, but otherwise continued to learn. Learn so she could work. Work so she could earn. Because she knew that parental love wasn't an unconditional thing. She still held flashes of memory from her childhood, enough that she knew that she was not of her mother or father's blood. So it was just by dumb luck that she wasn't amongst the urchins on the streets, begging and stealing, scrambling for any opportunity to earn coin or a roof over their heads. That scared her when she was young. The idea of being tossed in the world without any support, of having to scramble for her own place. She had to work harder, learn faster, be obedient, make sure she can keep her place, so she that she could keep her place. That scared her when she became older. What was she? She passed by the needy and disadvantaged without a thought, plastered on fake smiles as she played sycophant to the rich, went about her day while willfully blind to everything around her. Her parents were good people. They had lifted her out of the refuse, had taken care of her to this day. She had, in return, become the type of person who would not do the same, so concerned with herself that she would tread upon a child's hand in the hurry to complete a delivery. Sarnai had to be better. Perhaps it was an overcorrection, to travel towards Atutania and the Order of the Glades, in order to become a realm-defending warden. But where else could someone so deficient as herself learn to become a good person, unless she surrounded herself with would-be heroes, unless she learned how to offer up her own body for the well-being of the world? C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Practical ⬗ Determined ⬗ Cordial ⬗ Frugal ⬗ Insecure ⬗ Cowardly A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Sarnai is handy with a crossbow. She has a good eye and can consistently land a bolt from 60 paces away, though there's no guarantee where on the target it would land. The archers of the Hahral Triumvirate are more skilled than even the elves, but she clearly doesn't count amongst their number. As someone who has worked for more or less her entire life, she has a good amount of stamina and strength, as well as a sense of balance derived from balancing overloaded plates of food around a room of merry drunks. It isn't anything comparable to the sort of physical fitness that could be expected from a career soldier or an athlete, however. In terms of magic, she has none.

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@ERode

Looks like a good concept. I will say that the Spiritual Affinity refers to the nature of their soul, even if unawakened I'd like this information available for future storyline considerations. Outside of that, I think when I decide on the playerbase this would be perfectly acceptable.

[ERode]

Ah k, so it's not based off of a specific incident that triggered the awakening, but rather that because an incident aligned with their nature that their magic would awaken.

[Supermaxx]

Ezo

E Z O
E Z O

^{“I will wet my arrows on the blood of the wicked.”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Ezo Sarsani was the child of the infamous Harhali free rider, Karim Sarsani, the Terror of the Sands. He led a warband of a thousand mercenaries across the desert, raiding and pillaging across half the world. Karim died in Ezo's arms, slain at the hands of the wardens that captured her and carried her off in chains to the Grand City of Atutania. Ezo faces the trials of the wardens in the hopes of earning her freedom- and, perhaps, redemption. Age: 20 (initiates with potential are typically in young adulthood) Race: Human Nationality: Hahral Weapon of Choice: Bow Elemental Affinity: Wind Spiritual Affinity: Dark

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Aenean dignissim libero quis mollis volutpat. Donec porttitor est vitae arcu dapibus, ut vehicula est mollis. Vivamus felis turpis, pulvinar rhoncus ligula sed, tempus varius nisl. Sed non dui commodo, imperdiet purus a, interdum nisl. Suspendisse condimentum nisl vitae orci maximus malesuada. Aenean ac lacus sagittis, ornare nisl ut, volutpat elit. Morbi vel elit sapien. Sed id tristique tortor, nec luctus libero. Praesent quis magna at ipsum porttitor semper. Nulla condimentum hendrerit aliquet. Proin sed erat dictum, euismod dui eu, blandit mi. Morbi dignissim efficitur urna, in efficitur ex rhoncus vel. Sed ac interdum erat, ac fringilla risus. Curabitur eu hendrerit metus. Nunc placerat ex ac elit pretium, volutpat sollicitudin ligula mattis. Donec vestibulum augue sit amet quam pretium, ac tincidunt eros egestas. Proin iaculis, augue ut pulvinar cursus, lorem neque lacinia ante, sit amet cursus sapien dui sit amet turpis. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Arrogant ⬗ Bitter ⬗ Courageous ⬗ Honest ⬗ Insightful ⬗ Vengeful ⬗ Sordid ⬗ Wilful A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Arrows go SWISH, Ezo go ZOOM

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[Kuro]

Annifer

A N N I F E R
A N N I F E R

^{"Anything great started from nothing."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Annifer is the youngest child of a large, destitute farming family that has too many mouths to feed. They're unimportant, and you've certainly never heard of them. Age: 18 Race: Human Nationality: Itenaian Weapon of Choice: Spear (Pitchfork) Elemental Affinity: Earth Spiritual Affinity: Light

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Eighteen years ago, Annifer had been born into the peasantry; her family's fields having served the Ariesca nobles for generations. She had been the seventh child of her family, as well the youngest and only daughter. With so many mouths to feed, life was harsh for Annifer. Her family, destitute as they were, could barely afford enough food for their animals, never mind the children. Many nights she had gone to bed hungry, whilst daylight were spent scrounging for scraps in the mudded streets of her village. The only thing she had of worth was herself, of which her parents knew very well as they sought to marry her off in exchange for payment. Dissatisfied with the idea of being a tool, Annifer sought to leave the only home she had ever known. She wanted to forge her own path in the world, rather than have it wrote for herself by someone else. But where was she to go? For a peasant, there hadn't been many opportunities in life for one to take outside the one they had been born into. That was when she had heard of Lady Ariesca leaving for Atutania, seeking to join the Order of the Glade. Finally, she had found her answer to her troubles, Annifer strongly believed. Grabbing some of her family's farming implements, Annifer took off in the middle of night after her Lady. If she could succeed in joining the Order, then by the Gods, surely Annifer could too. But, on the chance she failed, perhaps Lady Ariesca would prefer some company—the life of a handmaiden sounded much preferable than a lonely marriage. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Dauntless ⬗ Protean ⬗ Resolute ⬗ Stolid ⬗ Upfront ⬗ Willful A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ For someone who has planned to join a knightly order, Annifer has little-to-no martial affinity. Annifer has never received proper training with blade, bow or the like, owing to the fact that she had never needed to pick up one until now. Similarly, her control over magic is rather negligible right now—she has yet to have her awakening, and besides, what would a domestic peasant girl need with magical powers at her side? That being said, her lack of training, however, is dwarfed by her cockroach mentality. Annifer is primarily a survivor who should've died years ago to starvation, plague, or some sort of injury. Her mental prowess and faith in herself is an important aspect to how she succeeded where many would've failed upon being dealt the cards she was given.

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[AThousandCurses]

@mickilennial

I've settled on making a sorcerer that focused on research, but I don't know what his goal will be. Are there any major problems related to magic?

[Theyra]

Entan(WIP)

E N T A N
E N T A N

^{“Be the one standing in the storm and ready face anything that comes your way”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Entan is the son of a pair of merchants who were killed by bandits and was found by an order of monks who took him in and taught them their ways. Eventually realizing what he wanted to do with his life and ventured out to become a Warden of the Glade. Age: 20 Race: Human Nationality: Hahral Weapon of Choice: Glaive Elemental Affinity: Thunder Spiritual Affinity: Light

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Entan Dace Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Aenean dignissim libero quis mollis volutpat. Donec porttitor est vitae arcu dapibus, ut vehicula est mollis. Vivamus felis turpis, pulvinar rhoncus ligula sed, tempus varius nisl. Sed non dui commodo, imperdiet purus a, interdum nisl. Suspendisse condimentum nisl vitae orci maximus malesuada. Aenean ac lacus sagittis, ornare nisl ut, volutpat elit. Morbi vel elit sapien. Sed id tristique tortor, nec luctus libero. Praesent quis magna at ipsum porttitor semper. Nulla condimentum hendrerit aliquet. Proin sed erat dictum, euismod dui eu, blandit mi. Morbi dignissim efficitur urna, in efficitur ex rhoncus vel. Sed ac interdum erat, ac fringilla risus. Curabitur eu hendrerit metus. Nunc placerat ex ac elit pretium, volutpat sollicitudin ligula mattis. Donec vestibulum augue sit amet quam pretium, ac tincidunt eros egestas. Proin iaculis, augue ut pulvinar cursus, lorem neque lacinia ante, sit amet cursus sapien dui sit amet turpis. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Open Minded ⬗ Focused ⬗ Friendly ⬗ Calm ⬗ Cold ⬗ Stubborn A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ A description indicating a character's trained skills and magical aptitude if they were awakened before seeking out to become a Warden of the Glade.

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[mickilennial]

@mickilennial

I've settled on making a sorcerer that focused on research, but I don't know what his goal will be. Are there any major problems related to magic?

@AThousandCurses

Outside of the fact that he's joining an order of magical knights? Possibly no. Hard to say.

[Kuro]

Annifer

A N N I F E R
A N N I F E R

^{"Anything great started from nothing."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Annifer is the youngest child of a large, destitute farming family that has too many mouths to feed. They're unimportant, and you've certainly never heard of them. Age: 18 Race: Human Nationality: Itenaian Weapon of Choice: Spear (Pitchfork) Elemental Affinity: Earth Spiritual Affinity: Light

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Eighteen years ago, Annifer had been born into the peasantry; her family's fields having served the Ariesca nobles for generations. She had been the seventh child of her family, as well the youngest and only daughter. With so many mouths to feed, life was harsh for Annifer. Her family, destitute as they were, could barely afford enough food for their animals, never mind the children. Many nights she had gone to bed hungry, whilst daylight were spent scrounging for scraps in the mudded streets of her village. The only thing she had of worth was herself, of which her parents knew very well as they sought to marry her off in exchange for payment. Dissatisfied with the idea of being a tool, Annifer sought to leave the only home she had ever known. She wanted to forge her own path in the world, rather than have it wrote for herself by someone else. But where was she to go? For a peasant, there hadn't been many opportunities in life for one to take outside the one they had been born into. That was when she had heard of Lady Ariesca leaving for Atutania, seeking to join the Order of the Glade. Finally, she had found her answer to her troubles, Annifer strongly believed. Grabbing some of her family's farming implements, Annifer took off in the middle of night after her Lady. If she could succeed in joining the Order, then by the Gods, surely Annifer could too. But, on the chance she failed, perhaps Lady Ariesca would prefer some company—the life of a handmaiden sounded much preferable than a lonely marriage. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Dauntless ⬗ Protean ⬗ Resolute ⬗ Stolid ⬗ Upfront ⬗ Willful A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ For someone who has planned to join a knightly order, Annifer has little-to-no martial affinity. Annifer has never received proper training with blade, bow or the like, owing to the fact that she had never needed to pick up one until now. Similarly, her control over magic is rather negligible right now—she has yet to have her awakening, and besides, what would a domestic peasant girl need with magical powers at her side? That being said, her lack of training, however, is dwarfed by her cockroach mentality. Annifer is primarily a survivor who should've died years ago to starvation, plague, or some sort of injury. Her mental prowess and faith in herself is an important aspect to how she succeeded where many would've failed upon being dealt the cards she was given.

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@Kuro

Finished the sheet, methinks.

[AThousandCurses]

I understand, well, I'll scrap that idea as well.

[mickilennial]

Due to the amount of interest I am going to close applications outside of people who are working on sheet concepts such as Eisenhorn, Yankee, Psyker, and Tundra, basically I am going to decide on the roster very soon. Anyone who has declared interest can make a sheet up until then, but do understand I won't wait until everything is in.

Also, deciding the roster size is going to kill me.

[Pirouette]

Awww. Saw this too late to try. I'll be reading though!

[Psyker Landshark]

Ania Saric

A N I A
A N I A

^{“I am no one. But that will change.”}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Having awakened to her magic years ago while surviving as an orphan in the streets of the capital, Ania was found to be a prodigy and taken in by a sorcerer looking to leave a legacy behind. Unfortunately, her mentor was killed in a typical Giellnalian power play and she was cast out on the streets, forgotten. With only her magic, her fists, and the will to survive, Ania set out into the world to eke out a chance to make a name for herself. Age: 18 Race: Human Nationality: Giellnalian Weapon of Choice: Hand-to-hand Elemental Affinity: Fire Spiritual Affinity: Dark

C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y C H A R A C T E R B I O G R A P H Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ She never knew exactly how or why she ended up on the streets. Her memories didn't go back that far, outside of knowing her name and her age. But Ania had been an urchin as far back as she could remember, stealing and scrapping in the back alleys of Giellnal just to make it another day. She lasted this way up until she was about sixteen, when a theft gone bad caused her to awaken her magic in the heat of the moment, taking advantage of the uncertainty and uproar it caused among her pursuers to knock them to the ground and make a break for it. It was some peculiar, twisted brand of luck that Ania's awakening sparked the attention of a passing sorcerer in the market. A powerful, noble one. The older woman knocked the fleeing girl to the ground with one firey explosion, looked her over, and said that Ania would be her legacy. She didn't trust that, of course. Giellnalians didn't trust on principle. But when she awoke in the manor she would spend the next three years in, there was fresh bread, clean clothes, and a hot bath. No one in her situation would be stupid enough to take advantage of that as long as possible. So Ania learned. For over a year, she studied and trained in the magical and martial arts, her mentor eventually admitting that the girl was a prodigy of sorts, and that she had no living legacy to pass down her name. So Ania was a project. A monument to this woman's ego. As long as it got her off the streets and into a life where she could hold power, where she could be someone, that was fine. Transactions of mutual benefit were understandable. Not even that lasted long, as her mentor's scholarly and political maneuvering caught up to her in the end, her rivals arranging an assassination and subsequent house fire. Ania barely managed to escape with her life, finishing the tired, weakened hitmen off and ensuring that no one would be pursuing her. But she couldn't go back. The conspirators would think her dead so long as she never showed her face in Giellnal again. So she left. Wandered for a year, trying to find some way to regain the life that had been promised to her. She would never go back to the streets again. Eventually, Ania would find her way to Atutania. The Wardens were the best of the best within the entire realm. Elite, famous knights. Ania could fight. She could cast. She would make a life for herself with her talents, or die trying. C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N ________________________________________________________________________________________ Wary ⬗ Willful ⬗ Cold ⬗ Curious ⬗ Pragmatic ⬗ Brutal A B I L I T I E S A B I L I T I E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Hand-to-hand or fist-to-fist, kicking balls or twisting wrists, Ania is a curious juxtaposition of both a savage street fighter and a trained martial. She packs no small amount of physical strength into her blows, augmented by blazing flames. Her fire magics are nothing to scoff at, despite her preference for melee combat. It's obvious she wasn't fully trained, but she compensates with raw power and output.

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