Name: Unknown
Appearance: (Just ignore the 'tails')
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
Bio: The Seer is an enigma and seemingly unknowable. A wanderer who at times can see the future and seems to always have mysterious events surrounding The Seer's every journey. Who is The Seer? What is the Seer? Does even The Seer know its purpose or is The Seer merely tight-lipped? What is known about the Seer is wherever The Seer travels, change is soon to follow.
Who is the Seer?: The Seer is The Seer, nothing more, nothing less.
Name: Argo of Crosshaven
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Bio: A villager turned aspiring healer. Argo dreams of one day becoming the shaman of his village (which currently has none), healing the sick and infirm and giving good counsel to his fellow villagers.
Who is the Seer?: A person of great learning through which Argo will be able to attain his dream of becoming a great shaman and healer.
Name: Michael J. Caboose Hunterson (or just Caboose for short)
Appearance: Caboose stands just over 6ft tall, with blonde hair, blue eye's with a little more than average athletically fit build and slightly tanned light brown skin.
Personality: Caboose is a cheerful fellow most of the time and always try's to see the brighter side of any situation, god have mercy on those who somehow make him mad, despite that he's not the brightest, by that I mean he's hopelessly dimwitted, but what he lacks in smarts he makes up for in his incredible almost inhuman strength.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Bio:
(sorry, I got a little carried away X3)
Caboose is a bit of a mystery to the village of Crosshaven, he was found at night by a newly wed couple who were returning home after a little trip, Caboose was under the cover of a tree wrapped inside a small blue blanket just an hour or so away from Crosshaven on the side of the dirt road, he was just a baby, not even a year old, there was no sign of his parents. The young newly wed couple known as the Huntersuns looked around for a little for any indication of the parents before talking to each other about what they should do, they couldn't possibly leave the poor child by himself to become prey for wild animals, or worse. So they did the only logical thing and took the baby into their care until his actual parents were found. As a month went by, bad news found it's way to the Huntersuns, the boy's parents were found, dead only a few miles away from where he was found, it looked like the cause was murder, but the offenders were long gone without a trace.
With the boy's parents dead, the Huntersuns took the boy into their family, and named him, as the years went by it was found out by the Huntersons the Caboose was special in more ways then one, he had incredible strength and stamina for his age, and a naturally fit body to go with it. But it was later found out Caboose had a 'slight' learning curve when it came to schooling, in the end he never finished his schooling, not that he quit, the teachers couldn't handle trying to teach him, but that didn't his adopted parents teaching him what they could, despite that he always managed to find a job to do around the village, with his strength he help with lifting various heavy objects that would at least take two or three people to move. Caboose was completely content with his life, but even so his adopted mother wanted him to live a long happy life with a family, his adopted father didn't think it was really necessary, seeing as how Caboose never appeared to be longing for a partner and was just happy to help around the village, even so Cabooses mother didn't entirely agree with her husband and thusly had a little something set up.
On a day like any other, Caboose's mother had introduced him to a girl his age who also lived in the village, she was a girl who had taken a fancy to Caboose, and his mother had taken notice, when Caboose was working like any other day his mother had come by remind him he had something else to do before coming home, but before she had gotten to him she spotted a girl watching Caboose work from afar, Caboose's mother smiled ear to ear and decided to have a little chat with the girl. After about a week Caboose and the girl spent any free time they had with each other, he greatly enjoyed her company and she his, but their time together didn't go unnoticed by others, the girl with Caboose was quit the jewel to look at, Caboose didn't really care about how pretty she was, it was a plus for sure, but she was friendly and had a good heart and that's all that mattered to Caboose. But to others that wasn't the case, jealously rooted itself into the hearts of those who wanted her for themselves and they planned to make her their own through any means, it would be their greatest mistake.
It was late after work, Caboose was walking the girl home, something they he'd been doing for a while now, then they were approached by to guy's from the village, roughly the same age as Caboose and they look physically intimidating, almost as much as Caboose, they attempted to convince the girl to leave Caboose to go with them, Caboose didn't really understand what was going on so the girl spoke for them, and refused the boys. Then the boy's changed their attitude with angry stares filled with jealously, it was then Caboose was blindsided from behind by two more boys and knocked to the ground with force that would have knocked a lesser man out cold, the girl tried to run to Caboose but was stopped by the two boys that hit Caboose, the girl was being manhandled by the two boys as they brought her over to the other two, they began to do vulgar acts, groping, prodding without her consent, even then when Caboose got back to his feet to go help her, it wasn't the thing that set him off. When the girl managed to get her right arm free she slapped the boy in front of her who was groping her chest, when she hit him he stared at her in shock before adopting an aggressive glare and slapping her with more force then she did leaving an instant bruise.
At that moment something awakened deep within Caboose if only momentarily that slightly increased his muscle bulk, his speed and strength were nearly doubled as he charged at the offender, a look of sheer livid rage was in his eye's as he drew back his right hand and punched the boy in front of the girl with bone breaking force to the right side of his face sending him barreling down the dirt path and coming to a stop a dozen meters away, knocked out cold while bleeding from his mouth and nose. The other three boy's looked at their downed partner in crime before looking to see the eye's of rage gazing upon them, frozen in fear they couldn't escape what awaited them, the girl watched in a state of both fear and awe as Caboose nearly beat the offenders to death, she had stopped him by getting between the boy's and Caboose, reasoning that they had enough, as Caboose looked into her eye's he slowly calmed down, his muscle bulk went away before he passed out and collapsed to the ground. The girl brought Caboose home to his parents and she explained the situation, the three of them planed to talk to Caboose about it, but when he awoke he couldn't remember what happened after he seen the girl get slapped, later the next the next day the four boys who were in the wrong were punished for what they had done, and they promised they wouldn't do such a thing again out of fear of what happened to them the night before, it was then common knowledge to try and not to anger Caboose, which wasn't really a problem since nothing really angered him.
As of recent Caboose had the thought of adventuring after overhearing some travelers tails of their journeys with stories of monsters and treasure, it sounded like fun to him, and like a good way to make more friends, which one could never have enough of, one story had caught his attention, one about this person called, the Seer.
Who is the Seer?: Caboose: "The Seer is... a Powerful!... and Intelligent! Wizard, who goes on awesome Adventures!"
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Bio: Originally from Crosshaven, Niana and her parents went up to the mountains looking for her older sister who had disappeared a few days before. It turned out that bandits had robbed her and left her for dead on the snowy slope of a mountain. When the rest of the family arrived, the bandits struck again, murdering Niana's parents but sparing her and leaving 12 year old Niana in the nearby forest to her fate. Determined to survive, Niana has lived for the past five years in the forest, not sure of where she was or how to get home. She learned to be self-sufficient and to thrive in the wild of the mountain and forests bordering the fields of Crosshaven, and eventually in the last year found her way back to the wide-open plains surrounding Crosshaven. She has not formally reentered the town, but instead watches and observes daily life from the shadows and outskirts of the town, which is how she found out about the Seer.
Who is the Seer?: Someone who can help her track down the men that killed her sister and parents.
There's mine ^.^V
Name: Arman Ryanson
Age: 16
Gender: Female, but looks male.
Bio: Arman grew up traveling, village to village, never settling anywhere. She was the story keeper for her troupe, telling stories for her keep. They are currently stopping by in Crosshaven for a little while, before they plan to move on. Arman hides the fact that she is a girl. When she was little she was picked up from the roadside and has been with the travelers since then.
Who is the Seer?: Another traveler, someone, she respects if ‘he’ exists. She has heard of ‘him’ in legends and one of the first stories she read was a piece of poetry about ‘him’. She would also like, if possible to be the one to record the seer’s story, and tell it to others. (But for that matter she quite likes telling anyone’s stories, if they will let her.)
Name: Rhys Errol
Appearance:
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Bio: Rhy is a traveller, his hometown is unknown as he has never stayed for long in a town before. This was mostly due to his mother moving them from town to town, the reason to this day he still does not know. His mother often left him with strangers for periods of time and he has been raised by many people, although Rhys has not seen his temporary carers since his time with them as his mother would return and move him again to another town to be once again left to be raised by strangers. This cycle ended around his 17th birthday when his mother admitted she would not be returning soon and didn't want him to have to wait for her, she gave him the chance to stay where he pleased, travel back to any of his carers or go his own way and travel. Rhys chose to travel.
Who is the Seer?: A travelling companion
Age - 29
Gender - Male
Bio - Lucas comes from a town a little ways down the road from Cross-Haven, where his parents own a locally famous tavern by the name of "Your Friendly Niirborhood Tavern." Their service is fantastic and incredibly quick, with their only being three people employed: Both of Lucas's parents, and a single cook. Their business was their pride and joy, and ever since childhood, Lucas was captured by the devotion his parents showed towards their business, and aspired to run the store some day.
Lucas helped out around the tavern, and eventually was considered to be a fourth employee by everyone. He learned much from his parents, and eventually became skilled enough to open his own tavern in Cross-Haven by the same name. Business there, although a little slower due to the smaller size of the town, was well, and lived up to the reputation of his parents business in the town over. Lately, however, it had come to Lucas's attention that his father had come down with a terrible sickness. Due to this, his normally cheerful and eager-to-please attitude has waned a little bit.
Who is the Seer? - Lucas has heard of him/her, but doesn't believe in The Seer. Upon mention, he usually will laugh and reply with: "Hell, we can all see, can't we? I don't see the big hoopla over it."
Name: Fredrick Riel
Appearance:
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Lucas was born far to the west, in a land where the success of a nobles family was dependent upon the skill of the houses swordsmen, with custom dictating that all disputes and matters are settled with duels. To prevent putting the nobility at risk, they and only they, are allowed to employ the talents of simple folk to fight their duels for them. With his parents being poor Lucas could barely remember them, as he was sold to 'House Riel' at a young age, and put to training as a swordsman immediately. When he reached the age of sixteen he was granted his first personal blade, a steel short sword which he had named 'Nightbane', a weapon that swiftly helped him earn a name for himself among the Houses. Lucrative offers were made to House Riel in return for the lads service, but the House had grown proud of their fierce fighter, publicly declaring him the best in all the lands and granting the young man the right to wear their name.
Word soon got to the king, of a small house, boasting of having the finest swordsman in the lands, wishing to see so for himself, he journeyed to their home and offered to buy the swordsmen from them, but in their arrogance they declined. The refusal was seen as an insult and direct challenge to the kings authority, using his influence he had the house stripped of its lands and titles and sent into exile. Young Lucas stuck with the family as they traveled east through the hinterlands with what little possessions remained to them, but inexperience with the rigors of travel led to the death of many, with once loyal house guards turning bandit.
Wounded from his ordeals and attempts to crush the mutiny of his fellow swordsman, Lucas was left behind by those whom had escaped the battle unscathed, and had been forced to leave behind those too sick or frail to keep up. Eventually Barren earth gave way to lush grass, than fields of corn, Lucas collapsed at the feet of the first person he had seen in days, shortly passing out afterward. The man who had found him, a local farmer of the township of Crosshaven, helped nurse him back to health and offered lodgings to the young man in return for help with work around the farm. He accepted immediately and worked many a season for his savior, but in his heart he longed to return to his homeland and slay the man who ruined his House, yet found he knew not the way home.
Who is the Seer?: Someone who may know of his homeland, as the name has been met with confused stares by all others/ A travelling companion.
Appearance: Enticing your gaze, if not shrouded by her hood, are her eyes. Big, pale crystalline blue, reminding you of the sky on cloudy day, one displaying green speckles within. Also often hidden, are silky waves of fiery red hair, which is usually pulled back into a loose braid, allowing strands to fly about. Freckles scatter lightly over her nose. Standing at about 5’6”, Lilli’s build is more reflective of a dancer. Petite, though not without curves, and the majority of her weight sits below her waist. If exposed, several faded scars stretch across her back and shoulders. One scar in particular rests upon her right cheek, close to her ear and is about 1 1/2 inches in length. Her skin, tanned from travel, otherwise shows no markings.
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Bio: Lilliannah is the daughter of wealthy merchants Pavel and Catherine Dancroft, nestled in a quite far away mountain top town. Born into wealth, Lilli was raised to be prim and proper. Her older sister Kendall was a sight to behold. Lovely, thick brown wavy hair, deep blue eyes, pale skin, elegant and beautiful in every way, and more importantly, a product of both Pavel and his wife, Catherine. Lilli was constantly being criticized, and endlessly compared to her. “Why can’t you be more like your sister” the words would course through her mind, with no release. Always to be reminded of where she came from and who she wasn't.
As the years passed, their differences became more apparent. She was constantly shunned by her parents, completely ignored by her sister, and made to feel like an outcast by most around her. She became violent, secluded and resentful. She thought perhaps by distancing herself, she’d be free of their criticism and harshness, being able to live her days in peace.
Unfortunately this was not the case. Dark thoughts began to fill her mind, and so she sought the gods for help. Spending a week in prayer and deep meditation, she begged and pleaded for things to change. Frustrated by no answer, she finally went home. Exhausted from the thoughts that raced through her mind, the disappointment that echoed through the tense muscles of her body, she passed out even before she reached the front door.
That's when the nightmares began. Within the horrid dreams, a message was relayed - her answer. It was merely a name, but she knew exactly what it meant. Each attempt at putting it out of her mind only made things worse. And so the day finally came; the day she would bring Kendall to her death. Her hands set to purpose with glee as she began to concoct the poison that would end her sister’s life. Deep down, she had hoped that this would make her parents acknowledge their only living daughter, at least acknowledge her with something other than disgust and disappointment.
And finally, the deed was done. Days passed and turned into weeks, months. Nothing changed, nothing was ever enough for them. Lilli was gazed over and became one of the servants of the house. With that, she crept into the shadows and left.
Memory: 7 years old Kendall was supposed to watch me. We went out to the pond behind the house. It was frozen over due to the bitter cold that engulfed the Gate that winter. I admit, perhaps I was being a bit if a nag. But then Kendall left. She was called over by some friends, Maribel or something like that, and a boy. Yet again, I was left to entertain myself. Honestly though, I preferred it this way. I remember Kendall would always tease me. I remember I was wearing my new shoes. Mama had Katalina take me to go get fitted for them. They were horrible against the cold weather, but then again, they were supposed to be for parties and fancy outings. My feet were freezing as I glided across the ice. Even then I was graceful on my feet. Though this is me and I may not have a clear picture of that. Something caught my eye. Something that was in the ice, but I never got a clear view. I crouched down to get a better look. The ice cracked, water gushed up and into my lungs. I began to freeze from the inside out. I can't even tell you where the shooting pain of ice cold originated, all I know was that within, what seemed like a matter of short moments, I was numb all over and the only thing I felt was the life being shoved out of my body by the cold. Patches of ice surrounded me, I tried my hardest to grasp onto one and pull myself out, but I was so cold I could barely feel my fingers. It was cold. It got dark. To feel like I was one with the cold water that surrounded me . I screamed. Or at least I tried to. Or, at the very least I thought i did. There were sounds. Was it me? I don't even remember being pulled out of the ice. There was a lot of screaming, and then, nothing. I awoke in the infirmary. Katalina found me wailing about. I had fallen in. It took her and one other to pull me out. Kendall was no where to be found. And the next morning at breakfast, it was as if nothing happened.
Memory: 12 years old I met a cute boy, his name was Krystofer. He was new in town. I went to say hello and introduce myself. Kendall beat me to him. They're dating now. My friend Rose says it's only a matter of time before she gets sick of him. Rose is my best friend. My only friend really. Thank the gods for Rose.
Memory: 15 years old Winter is upon us again, thank the gods it is almost over. I got into another argument with mother again. Oh if I received a coin for every time I heard the words ‘if only you were more like your sister’. ‘You’d go places’, she’d often finish that sentence with … I was sick nearly the entire winter. Being stuck in bed on your birthday is -not- fun. But Katalina made me this wonderful cake. Chocolate mousse with a light caramel coffee icing. Oh, I don’t know what she used to make this or even where she got them from. But I have decided, I am going to learn. May the gods bring me peace this year to come.
Memory: 17 years old “May the gods grant me grace to accept with serenity the things that cannot be changed, Courage to change the things which should be changed, and the Wisdom to distinguish the one from the other.” A prayer I've been repeating over and over again these past few nights. I've tried to keep the peace. I've tried to keep my distance, but these thoughts I've had, they are driving me insane. I feel trapped, suffocated, alone. I often daydream, picturing myself ripping her heart from her chest. I'll hold it in my hand for a few moments, watching the intricate details of life work in such wondrous ways. The thump thump between my fingers, it grows weaker as my grasp on the organ grows tighter. I revel at the sight of blood trailing down my arm as I hold her heart, triumphantly, in the air. I've begged and pleaded with the Gods that they must stop. I’ll be traveling to the Temple downtown in the morning. I've packed a bag and don’t plan on coming back until I've received some sort of answer.
~ * ~ “I awoke from another nightmare. This had to have been the worst there was so far. Pain, so much pain. I sat in a pool of blood, feeling quite content, though all I saw was this hideous monster. Something had overtaken me and all I can hear, all I can feel was the pain of others around me. Lets not think about that now, I’ve too much to do today. Drenched in my own sweat, I tumble out of bed, struggling to find my feet. I look in the mirror. What a mess. Red ragged hair devouring my face, sweeping down to the middle of my back. Large black circles envelop my eyes which have become quite puffy I can barely see through them. The pale blue that once sparkled now seemed dull, more grey than anything, only speckled with light blue through out. Weeks of an improper diet has left the girl with once healthy curves to stand, gazing at skin and bones in the large and elegant mirror that adorned her room. How could I have let this happen. No more … no more.”
Lillia took a few extra minutes to get ready today. Her hair twisted into neat braids, tucked tightly into a bun which sat between her ears. Her gown was neatly pressed and flowed against her thin figure quite elegantly. The gown itself was a light blue trimmed in white lace. A corset top trimmed her figure, tapered sleeves released themselves at her elbows, allowing a thin piece of lace to escape and flow about to her fingertips. It was a dress fit for a lady of the court, an especially odd dress for her to wear on an ordinary Thursday. Though no one made a comment or question regarding her choice, and she went about the day doing as she pleased as normal. She spent the first few hours of the early morning in the garden reading.
Breakfast was finally called for which she reported for promptly. Eggs in a basket cooked over medium with crispy bacon and potatoes, finished off with a tall glass of freshly squeezed juice, her favorite breakfast meal. Lillia took her time eating, savoring each bite. The yoke of the egg spilled over her toast slowly as she cut into her food. She watched as it oozed out, staining the white dish, the colors of her food mixing slowly. She watched, fascinated, though after realizing her stare at the wondrous meal, she quickly took back to eating it. The afternoon was quickly upon them, which meant various chores had to be done before dinner. But Lillia had other plans for the afternoon.
~~*~~
She traveled to the various gardens around the manor, took solace within the woods picking berries and various other herbs. Though the anxiety was fiercely building inside her, she walked through the day even keeled and calm. Hiding in the shadows of the afternoon sun, she crept back to her room, successfully keeping herself from wandering eyes. “Tis time” she whispered to herself as she locked her door. With a deep inhale, she turned to her workstation of herbs and vials and went to work. Butterflies made their way through her stomach, ejecting from her in the form of giddy giggles as she carefully mixed and molded. Her hands trembled as she held the finished product in her hand. She couldn't help but smile, her release would be upon her soon enough.
It was already 5 in the evening, they’d be calling for dinner soon. She had to make her move or delay another day. There was one thing that would steal her sister from her chores, afternoon lemonade - a treat just before dinner, and their little secret. They had been doing lemonades at dusk now for a few months. It was the only time that Lillia really got to spend with her sister, bonding time. But it was already too late and she knew she couldn't turn back now. Her life would be forfeit if she did and all that she truly wanted was to live in peace. No longer tormented by dark thoughts and cruel words or the harshness of her cold childhood. That winter was certainly the coldest in more ways than one. It was time for summer and this was her ticket. After carefully mixing in the toxin into Kendall’s lemonade, she met her sister outside the stables for their bonding tradition, taking with her a small boot dagger and a pair of gloves tucked within her belt.
~~*~~
Lillia watched as her sister drank up her lemonade, she must’ve been real thirsty as she took the whole glass down within one gulp. Kendall narrowed her eyes as she tried to focus on the objects around them, gripping onto the stool as her knees finally gave and she tumbled to the floor. Lillia watched with glee, a grin slipping on her face, a sly look of satisfaction as she pulled the gloves on, fixing her fingers in each slip of cloth. Kendall gasped for breath, trying desperately to feed off the air trying to stay alive. Her arms began to flail wildly as Lillia pounced, wrapping her hands around the girls neck, her fingers squeezing down one by one on the young girl’s airway. She moves herself up, sitting upright on top of Kendall. Leaning low, she pulls the dagger from her boot, examining the shiny blade. Orange, red and blue radiate within the room as the evening sun sets, the light shooting in all directions as it bounces off the blade of the dagger. In one swift move, Lillia plunges the dagger into Kendall’s heart, again and again, her blood making jagged patterns within the hay beneath their bodies. A deep maniacal laugh escaped Lillia in this moment. She remained on top of the carcass that was once her sister for a long moment, reveling in her accomplishment. Neither Kendall nor Lillia would be attending dinner that night.
The aftermath however, had never crossed her mind, at least not until a loud thud came from inside the stables startling her. Thankfully no one was there. She had to get rid of her dress, she had to stage an attack. She ran down towards the river, ripping through the rose bushes and tearing through the dirt, tumbling down the hills and into the ice cold water that flowed into the creek. She had to make it believable to divert all attention from her. When they finally found her, she was unconscious and barely alive, nearly frozen to death. This was her second ‘accident’ in the ice. Who knew that the cold of the water would seep so deep into her heart allowing nothing else to live there other than bitterness and resentment. But her sister’s blood had sparked something within her, a feeling that she will never forget. Her parents flocked with grief, and that night was the first night in months that she had slept. A long, deep and peaceful sleep.
~ * ~
She never spoke of 'home' again, and after leaving it, she enlisted in the local mercenary guild. She had no experience, but they took her in anyway. Like a lost little puppy she seemed to paw at their door until they allowed entrance. Life became a quick and harsh lesson, it wasn't all dresses and dance lessons like she had while living with her parents. Though, they treated her with more care than she ever received at home, so her complaints swiftly diminished. Lilli picked up on things quickly, and would take to anything anyone would teach her. Within the few years spent there, they honed her skills as a ranger, and even began focusing on the skills needed for a successful scout.
It wasn't too long before she's met Colin, the heavy footed barbarian, and one of the higher ups of the guild. Despite being married, he never hid his interest for her, it was just never reciprocated. She picked up on a few other things too, including how Colin looked at his wife, and every other woman who passed him by, the look of disgust and scorn his wife would give her upon passing. She also heard rumors, bits of her past creeping up in conversations held in the shadows, and from the sounds of it, this wasn't good for her. Sure, many in their ranks were criminals; petty thieves, murderers and the like. But a major client’s daughter was killed. Having her there, not turning her over, well, it was bad for business, and the guild was all about business. She needed to get out, to disappear, to leave the mountains, once and for all.
A job came in that would send them to a set of islands not far from the mountains edge. This was her chance to escape. Unfortunately nothing went as planned on that trip. Betrayal, blackmail, manipulation, and one thing led to another. The only way she was leaving was with more blood on her hands. One night, after Colin had been particularly cruel to her, she called upon the gods for the courage to do what needed to be done. Dawn finally came about them, and as his life slipped from his body, she gazed upon him, an eerie sense of satisfaction and contentment came over her. The rage had finally subsided, leaving Lilli calm and peaceful. And with that, she slipped into the shadows, the fog of the isles hiding her presence.
Finally, away from everything, she was able to rest. It was a peaceful sleep, hidden in the shrubbery of the forest just at the foot of the mountain, shrouded by the darkness of night. She'd have to be careful from here on in, and she had a long way to go. They'd be looking for her for sure. Is there anyone she can trust?
Who is the Seer?: She's heard only rumors of the Seer, whispers within the dead of night. Years of travel still haven't brought her any closer to this being, this myth. She wanders now only looking for a purpose; something to do, somewhere to call home, people to perhaps call family, a real family. Her days of chasing childhood stories are done.
An interesting tidbit which the Seer might know or see about her- Lilli is of chaotic alignment. She is a good person though there is a darkness within her. She is quiet, and likes to observe. She is also hot tempered if angered. She doesn't trust very easily however she is loyal to those who she deems worthy of her trust. Lilliannah is a woman of her word and will try very hard not to break it. She is honorable to that extent, but she plays by her own rules, her own code.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
Bio: The Seer is an enigma and seemingly unknowable. A wanderer who at times can see the future and seems to always have mysterious events surrounding The Seer's every journey. Who is The Seer? What is the Seer? Does even The Seer know its purpose or is The Seer merely tight-lipped? What is known about the Seer is wherever The Seer travels, change is soon to follow.
Who is the Seer?: The Seer is The Seer, nothing more, nothing less.
Personality: Caboose is a cheerful fellow most of the time and always try's to see the brighter side of any situation, god have mercy on those who somehow make him mad, despite that he's not the brightest, by that I mean he's hopelessly dimwitted, but what he lacks in smarts he makes up for in his incredible almost inhuman strength.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Bio: 
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Bio: Rhy is a traveller, his hometown is unknown as he has never stayed for long in a town before. This was mostly due to his mother moving them from town to town, the reason to this day he still does not know. His mother often left him with strangers for periods of time and he has been raised by many people, although Rhys has not seen his temporary carers since his time with them as his mother would return and move him again to another town to be once again left to be raised by strangers. This cycle ended around his 17th birthday when his mother admitted she would not be returning soon and didn't want him to have to wait for her, she gave him the chance to stay where he pleased, travel back to any of his carers or go his own way and travel. Rhys chose to travel.
Who is the Seer?: A travelling companion
Age: 19
Gender: Male
