Name: Rein Argentium Age: 16 Race: Human(Shares his body with an beastman-elemental hybrid) Appearance: [link](http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2014/093/d/3/shadow_of_the_undead_by_art_fiction-d7cuipw.png) Wears a black, pale-yellow trimmed cloak and never takes it off, excluding the hood. History: Rein's past would be almost painfully boring if he weren't involved in an incident a year ago. A few months after becoming an adventurer, he came across a dying elemental; though unable to heal it, Rein allowed it to use his body as a vessel so it could continue to live. However, unable to completely contain its energy, it irreversibly began to break down his body. Though Rain forgave the elemental, he slowly lost his form, along with his ability to speak normally. However, he still manages to make a living as a traveler. Personality: He isn't extremely expressive, making it somewhat difficult to get his thoughts across due to the fact that he can't speak. Rather, he tends to use his ears and eyes to get his message across. Rein has a heroic, but almost disturbingly calm demeanor; he intervenes with anything he sees as unjust, but doesn't show any anger or excitement when doing so. He tends to be selflessly kind, but unfortunately to the point of not caring for himself. Magic Affinity: Unholy Preferred Weapon(s): A hilt-less sword with a five-foot blade and a two-foot grip. It is is rather difficult to wield due to it's size and weight, but has ridiculous reach and power. Strength (stat): 50 STR, 30 MAG Weakness(stat): 10 SPD Affiliation(Deity; leave blank for now): Abilities (non-combative): His eyes glow, so they work somewhat like a flashlight. Other:

Name: Gavin Truss Age: 19 Race: Human Appearance: Gavin is a weak-looking guy with skinny build that has not much for muscle. He has short black hair and greyish-blue eyes. He’s a little shorter than the average human male standing at 5’4”. He has scars all up and down his back from whippings by his father. His skin is a light tan. His hands are callused from many years working farmland. History: “Who, me? No one really find me interesting… Why would you be interested in my past? I mean, I guess. If you insist. I find it a bit embarrassing honestly. Please don’t laugh. I was born and raised a farmer boy. My pops was a rough man; usually beat me if I messed up. He had a real mean whip he used especially for me. He taught me how to farm though. I worked wheat mostly. Sometimes we had potatoes, but mostly wheat. “I was usually sent on errands into town by Pops. Sometimes I got beat up by other kids my age, so I got real good at running. I had some good incentive to be fast too, since Pops beat me whenever I was late. D-do you really need to know this stuff? A-alright. I wasn’t much of a fighter, honest. At least not till some bandits came and attacked my pops’ farm. They were just looking for a place to hide, but they weren’t gonna let us live. Pops died pretty quick, I was honestly sad cuz he was the only family I had. I didn’t want to die in spite of how scared I was, so I picked up one of the farm tools nearby and stabbed the closest guy before running like mad. At least, I tried to run. I got grabbed by his buddy and stabbed in the back. Scared I smacked him with my weapon and I knocked him out. Then I ran. Got some guards and got them to the farm before I passed out from the blood loss. “Pretty lucky I got saved by a healer after that. I couldn’t keep the farm after that incident though. I just couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. So I moved. Took the two-pronged farming fork I used to defend myself with me too. I decided that I’d try to protect folk that need it to try and make up for Pops’ death.” Personality: Chicken. Coward. Pushover. Those are all ample words to describe Gavin. Certainly not something that’d be considered hero material. He finds it impossible to think poorly of someone close to him in spite of how they might treat him. Easily a nervous wreck, but in spite of all of that he tries his best to fight the fear and act, especially when he needs to. He doesn’t like killing people even if they are trying to kill him. If someone needs a hand he’s often the first one to jump in and try and help even if he has no experience in the thing in question. He has little social experience, so he knows no social queues or even when not to say something. Magic Affinity: Holy Preferred Weapon(s): Two-pronged farming fork, any other farm implement. Strength: Speed 75 Weakness: Strength 15 Magic 8 Affiliation: None – At the Moment! Abilities: Sewing – A poor farmer can’t afford to buy clothing, so he’s got to fix it himself whenever it’s torn. Agriculture – In spite of the fact that he has mostly experience with only wheat, his father had drilled into his brain all sorts of farming and agricultural information. Long distance running – Not only is Gavin fairly quick he has the endurance required to run a long distance before becoming too tired. His best distance so far has been 13 miles. Other: He has a high pain tolerance from many years of abuse at the hands of his father and the occasional bully.

Name: Lucas Mizumi Age: 17 Race: Human Appearance: Standing at about 5'10", Lucas' most defining feature was... Well, his lack of any. He is kind of tall, true, but his average build and ruffled brown hair don't set him apart from the rest of the bunch. he carries a pair of spears on his back and usually wears light armor under his robe. History: The second son of a successful merchant and an ambassador to the Beastmen, Lucas was never really destined for... Well, much of anything. His brother excelled in his studies and was set to take control of the family business when his father died, while Lucas spent his days training under a friend of his father's. There wasn't much of a decision to make when it came to choosing a profession in life- journeying through the world to make money seemed much more interesting than sitting in a cramped room all day working out documentation. Of course, that's what he told everyone at first. His parents were always occupied with his older brother, who outshone him where they thought it mattered most. Him being able to take on monsters made no difference to them- after all, his parents were confident of the safety they lived in. When they seemingly told him to do whatever he wished and gave him a parting gift of money, Lucas gave them his thanks- no more, no less. He'd use this chance to make himself acknowledged- to make his parents see that he wasn't inferior simply because he couldn't handle the menial tasks of daily life. Personality: Eager to make a name for himself, Lucas is constantly raring to go when exploring and is often the first one to initiate a fight with enemies. His recklessness has caused him a fair amount of pain and many an injury, but he never seems to be deterred by it. Under that glory-hungry facade he puts up, however, is a boy who still hasn't matured enough to face his own doubts head on. By devoting himself to fame, he pushes his own feelings aside and carries on single-minded devotion that... Can't quite be called fanaticism, but can come close to it. Magic Affinity: Water Preferred Weapon(s): Dual Spears Strengths: 40STR, 40AGI Weakness: 5MAG Affiliation: Abilities: Bargaining- At his father's insistence, Lucas learned how to haggle with merchants. As such, he's often made many an item cheaper for himself by doing so. Of course, this doesn't always work. First-Aid- Being injured a lot does have a few advantages here and there; due to how often he gets injured, Lucas has become accustomed to using bandages, splints, healing herbs and whatever else there is to fix himself up. His skill is nowhere near on par with that of professional healers, but it's enough to keep him going for a while. Other: Still has a decent relationship with his older brother. They keep in contact, but not much else.

Name: Jimothey Age: 18 Race: Elemental (dark) Appearance: He takes the appearance of a spiky white haired teenager with black eyes. Also wears leather armour, for protection. History: Jimothey doesn’t know who his parents were or when he was born on account of being in the fey forest for the majority of his life. He was picked up by the fey at a young age and grew up with them for a while. They also schooled him in an almost mythical kind of stealth, making Jim one of the mmost stealthy living creatures in existence. Then, one day, after going out with some friends, he found himself lost and outside the grand forest. After wandering for a while, he found an old guy who taught him the common language and how to be a hunter, stealth and all. So with newfound knowledge and stealth skills, he set off to the nearest spot of civilisation: Ermoia. Personality: Jimothey has a curious personality, evident when doing things for the first time. Jimothey will try pretty much everything with a certain carelessness. To that end, he’s mostly blunt and careless. That said, he’s good at things he knows how to do and can be surprisingly stealthy, often pooping up out of nowhere Magic Affinity: unholy Preferred Weapon(s): Bow Strength (stat): 50 speed, 40 magic Weakness: 10 strength Affiliation(Deity; leave blank for now): Abilities (non combat): Jimothey can hide in shadows and has great stealth skills.