[CHAR] Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

[Strafe]

My Chars!!

Maria Farrah

Name: Maria Farrah, manager and shop keeper of Maria's Medicines and Sundries

Race: Human

Age: 26

Gender: Female



Appearance: 5'5", slim build, soft brown eyes, unmarked olive skin, dark brown wavy hair that reaches past her shoulder blades when let down, but is normally tied in a loose, messy bun. Stands with upright posture, but walks with a world-wary stride.

Clothing: Favors simple outfits, modest necklines, neutral or dark colored blouses and surcoats. No Jewelry, save for a necklace with a wedding ring in rather pitiable condition around her neck.

Weapons: Stolen from her blacksmith father is a masterfully cast forearm length dagger, which she keeps behind the shop counter. As a masterful crafter of potions (labelled as herbal medicine of course), she is also a very skilled poison synthesist. Normally, she will not carry either of these on her person.

Alignment: Neutral Good

Skills: Not particularly skilled in using said dagger, and received no martial training. Possesses mild blacksmith ability, and high medical proficiency.

Magic: She has retained a spellbook that allows her to imbue her medicines with magical restorative power. However, in the weaker magical climate of Waeldeshore, it's usually too much effort to synthesize potions that can instantly heal major injuries. Most of her medicines generally speed up recovery from illness, and cure mildly dangerous diseases. She takes care not to allow her patrons to know that she uses the spellbook, and instead claims that she cultivates rare herbs from a far away land.

Backstory: The daughter of a blacksmith, Maria fell in love with an Elf in her youth, abandoning her family to marry him and live on Silver Lilly Isle. There they settled down, and started a family with a son named Jason. Several years later, Maria woke up one morning to find that her husband had disappeared without a trace, and an army was advancing towards their home. War had broken out on the island. In the carnage, Maria fled with her young son to Waeldeshore, seeking safe haven. When the war finally subsided and her husband was nowhere to be found, Maria settled down in Waeldeshore, and set up a medical shop in the town, using a spellbook from her husband's collection to augment the herbs.

At the time of the RP's start, Maria has gained quite the reputation as an incredibly skilled healer, and has earned the goodwill of many regular customers. She lives in the town with her half elf son Jason, who is now 9 years old, but has still not yet learned how to talk. Recent events in the town have put her on edge, though she figures that all the commotion should die down soon enough. Despite all of her mind's reasoning, she still believes in her heart that her husband is still alive and will one day return.

Jason Mariasson

Name: Jason Mariasson

Race: Half Elf

Age: 9 (Young boy)

Gender: Male



Appearance: 4'5" Brown eyes, olive skin, messy shaggy hair covers his mismatched amber eyes, scar on the left side of his face. Thin, awkward boyish build. Needs to eat more probably.

Clothing: Generally wears a baggy woven shirt, vest, tights and boots.

Weapons: Sometimes he carries around a wooden stick and plays alone, pretending it's a sword.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Skills: Cannot speak, though he can hear and comprehend language, and spends a lot of time reading and studying any book he comes across.

Magic: Is vastly aware of magic, at least from his books. He has never cast a spell, however.

Backstory: Born to Maria several years before the war broke out, Jason barely remembers his father, though he hears that he was a wonderful man. He doesn't really think much of it though, and figures that having a father would just be another distraction from reading. Reading is really all he does to pass the time, since the other children in the town tease and berate him.

His mother, while industrious and kind, never really seemed to accept that he was mute, and still attempts to teach him how to speak. Aside from his inability, Jason doesn't really feel the need to communicate with words. He has all he needs really.

[Crazedm]

Alec Harrow

Name: Alec Harrow. He usually just goes by his last name Harrow

Race: Human

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Alec is overall an average person. Medium build, shoulder length black hair, brown eyes, and scar above left eyebrow

Clothing/Armor:
He keeps a clean appearance for being a rogue. He wears a light set of black leather armor with an old once black hooded cloak which now looks grey. On his vest he keeps 5 throwing knives on each side of the vest opening. His main weapons which are two daggers rest one on each hip. He travels pretty light so he dresses pretty minimal. He does have a small

Weapons:
2 one-foot long daggers with dragons etched in the hilts and sheaths. He does also carry a sword for bigger fights. On his vest he keeps a total of ten throwing daggers.

Skills:
He is a beautiful killer specializing in light quick dagger attacks. When hidden in the shadows if a target is within a reasonable distance he will use his throwing knives. His favorite move involves a three motion attack. The first blow hits the stomach then he steps behind and tries to hit the spine with one hand while the other goes through the back of the neck.

Alignment:
Neutral. He keeps an opened mind about literally everything as long as the ends justify the means.

Backstory:
Harrow was born to nobility but never fit in with his family. He spent most of his time training with swords but he found his real love for daggers at a young age. He spent much of his childhood creeping around and trying to make himself disappear. He got so good at not being seen that children stopped wanting to play with him because it almost wasn't fair as it was impossible to find him.

His teenage years is when he really become an expert in the ways of the rogue. His skills preceded him and was contacted by the local thieves guild. He trained with his mentor in the guild for 3 years before they started using him for jobs. He never questioned his orders and followed them perfectly every time. However, his guildmates found out about his heritage and gave quite a lot of grief for it. He tried so hard to prove them wrong and that he belonged there. It didn't seem to matter whether he could pull off jobs others in the guild couldn't, he never got the respect that he deserved.

He moved on to do freelance work whenever it came his way. He never stayed in a place too long before moving on. He didn't like getting close to people anymore to avoid the mistake of trusting them. He hoped his feelings toward others could change but only time will tell.

[notdeadyet]

Xusin

Name:

Xusin (pronounced Zoo-Zynn) - The Lost

Race:

Human? Well, they look human. Actually a lesser demon summoned by jeltheor

Age:

Mid 20's

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

(will draw a pic and edit cs) She has pale skin, and long straight black hair. Her eyes are entirely black and pupiless, and unblinking. Her face seems very bland, and slightly intimidating.

She is 5'2" tall, thin, and pale skinned, often wearing a red and golden Kimono, with a split going up to her left thigh. Upon her left side is a sheathed straightsword, visible in its black leather hilt. Chains adorn her kimono. Her bare feet are smooth and clean, with lustrous black nail polish to match that upon her hands. Lastly, there is a strange tattoo upon her left shoulder, which is easily visible with her shoulder-less kimono.

Her Demon form stands bare at 7feet tall, with a scorpion tale, twisted black horns, and fearsome talon like claws. Her forearms gain a scale coating which may be used like a shield, due to the scales resilient nature. In this form, her eyes glow like the dull embers of a once great fire.

Clothing/Armor:

Her Kimono is in fact made of demon silk, which is neigh weightless, yet harder than tempered steel, alotting for near full body protection. It has a hidden pocket which carries a half mask, which allows the wearer to breath calm in all enviornments. The kimono has hidden sleeves or pockets for various tools.

Weapons:

Along with a straightsword which is engraved with sealing runes to surpress Xusin's true form, she also wields a hidden blade in her left sleeve, which injects a powerfull acid that erodes weapons or armour rapidly. Her right sleeve hides a net made with demon silk and steel weights.

Alignment:

Supposedly forced to serve Jeltheor, however she is actually more sympathetic and good natured. She is good at heart, with a liking for our mortal realm.

Skills/Abilities:

She is a silver tounged mastermind, who's mind has more value than her body. None the less she is very nimble, and stronger than any human her size. She is a well trained scribe, as well a hearty runner. Her swordskills are above average, but not worth bragging of. Her attention for detail, and a full sense of her surroundings are amungst her most valuable assets as well.

Magic:

Being a demon she has a well made pool of magic to draw from, primaring in alchemy, runography, curses, and fire elemental magic. Seeing her use any of these besides alchemy is a rarity.

Backstory:

Long ago, Xusin was an angel, who trained under the arch angel of justice as a scribe. He thusly taught her the written magical language of runes. She admired the world of man for its order, and natural sense of right. Another angel offered her the world of man if he fought for him in the war of creation. Thus, she fought against her creator and tutor. The battles that ensued would decide the fate of our world. They ended in defeat, at a terrible cost for all angels. Xusin was stained with the blood of angels, such that her wings fell off.

When the war was over, Xusin along with any other angel who sided with the asurper were banished from heaven to hell. There she waited and prayed for penance whilst she practice her magics. Her disdain grew, and her hopes dwindled, turning Xusin hard shelled until one day she was summoned. A human named Jeltheor promised her a valley region of man, should she help him conquer it. She agreed and submitted to his servitude.

Once in the world of man, Xusin no longer wanted to conquer it. She fell in love with the will of the living, and their ways. She ran from her summoner, and to a temple. With tears streaming down her face, and her flesh steaming upon wholly grounds, she used her dying angelic powers to send a prayer to god.
"let them live" she pleaded. Her prayers were answered with a sword that would allow her to walk safely amungst mortals and protect them. Now, she seeks to protect Waeldshore and the surrounding lands.

[AiyvaGuard]

Name|
Allie Windred

Race|
Human

Age|
14

Gender|
Female

|Height - 4'8][Weight - 124.2lb][Build - Athletic|

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Clothing/Armor|

Clothing

Allie tends to wear light armor, she feels if; if she were to be in trouble she would not be restricted by some sort of metal piece thus giving her more advantage over those who wear mainly leather or some sort of material that is quite heavy. As shown in the hider; Black cloth surrounds the torso and hips, topped off with a red garbed that goes over the black cloth. ( It may seemed to 'partially' cover the crotch but due to Allie's small size the black cloth actually goes...almost above her knees (like men's shorts) and the red tails on the red garb are knee length.

Weapons|

Staff

The staff is a head taller than Allie.

Alignment|
Lawful Good

Skills/Abilities|

• Taming| Allie is passive and has a strong bond between animals. She cares for them, loves them, and doesn't treat them like pets. In Allie's experience she finds it quite easy to tame stray dogs, cats, or any other small animals. Though...she doesn't know about large animals.
• Agility| Her light armor and weapon gives her a great advantage, though her defense is extremely low she can evade with no restrictions.

Magic|
Allie's magic is based on area damage, damaging a mass of opponents is her goal. The spells she cast are connected to runes, though she does not have to tattoo them against her skin nor actually draw them. Her magic actually creates the runes, depending on the spell and her current state of stamina varies the spells casting time. The spells she casts are elemental related; fire, air, water, and wind are examples of the base of her spells. Spells like 'firestorm' or 'blizzard' are self explanatory but if not...her spells are wider than normal, since she focuses on area damage it does take more stamina but if protected by some sort of melee based character Allie can be very powerful. There is a passive side to Allie's magic, area damage is the base of her spells but simple manipulation over the elements like; plant growing, light creating, water generation, and others are passive, thus passive spells tend to take less stamina and take less time to cast.

Backstory|
Waeldeshore, during the war her dad volunteered to join the army. Allie was left alone with her two brothers and a supportive friend. Alone, distraught, and confused...it was a dark time and Allie always wondered what was going on at Silver Lily. She was small and weak and had no knowledge in battling. She had a lump in her heart at the thought of killing another, creating wounds within there soul and leaving there dead bodies there to rot...disgusting it was she honored the man in which fought for everyone's freedom, her father. Allie was a happy soul, her brothers always so caring and yet so childish and her friend Eren...Allie always felt sad when Eren was alone, his family died and always stuck with the Windred family ever since her father took Eren under his wing. Then now...everything fell apart, bandits raided her home, killing, raping, and torturing her brothers and...she just watched it. They tried to protect her, tried...hidden behind a closet door until one of them grabbed her arm and began dragging her. Light, air, water, and the earth itself began crashing down. Runes in which drew them selves beneath young Allie. The light show that looked so magnificent took out the whole bandit group...including her beloved ones. There she fell, onto the house that was no more, not a soul could see nor help Allie's poor soul. She ran away from the remains of her home, ashamed of herself to the point in which she considered suicide. But that wasn't exactly the case; finally Allie regained herself regaining herself...just being lonely. Being out there in the wild exploring, walking away from all signs of others. Allie eventually created herself a boat, mastering her powers at a young age she was basically used to it. Thus she found herself at an island called Silver Lily.

[Elitestpotato]

Name: Edict, the Witch Hunter

Race: Human

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Appearance: Tall at 6'2. Muscular at 185 pounds. Short, trimmed brown hair. Short, trimmed beard covering the lower half of his face. Lightening shaped scar strecthing from the left side of his face, over his eye that has no pupil, and ending over his right eye. Has several burns and scars all over his body. Has a marking on the back of his neck.

Clothing/Armor: Edict wears light weight armor. The armor is black. He also carries a magic resistant Shield that is also light weight, but can block pretty much any magic unless it's a super, whole city flattening attack.

Weapons: On Edict's back he sheaths his sword. His sword is an anti-magic long sword. It can deflect magic in the same manner as his shield. It also deals more damage to magical beings by converting the mana (or whatever magical thing they draw their energy from) the magical being is using into physical energy. Otherwise, it is a regular long sword. He also carries a set of daggers on his belt that, on a hit, drains a magical being's energy.

Alignment: Neutral

Skills/Abilities: Edict has been trained almost all of his life to be a magical being hunter. He is an expert at tracking them, spotting their flaws, and exploiting them. He is essentially an anti wizard. He can enhance weapons to be anti magic and create anti magic potions and poisons. He is not, however, a master swordsman. Edict is an above average swordsman. He would easily defeat an average sword wielder, but would most likely lose to a master swordsman. He relies more on his agility than brute strength, but he's not a push over. He is very athletic. While being very skilled at his craft, Edict is not yet a master. He still has much to learn.

Magic: Other than the anti magic items he wields, Edict has an anti magic seal on the back of his neck that protects him from any mind manipulations that magic beings may attempt on him.

Backstory: Edict was born to a legendary Witch Hunter named Dacun. Dacun taught Edict from birth about the ways of the Witch Hunter. But, Edict just wanted to have regular life. So, at 18, Edict ran away from his father and the way of the Witch Hunter. He started a family and became a farmer.

When the war started, the region that Edict and his family lived in was one of the first to be attacked. Edict's family was killed and Edict was left to die. Facing found him and nursed him back to health. Dacun quickly refreshed Edict on the ways of hunting witches. They fought together and were one of the main reasons for Anjoel's defeat. However, before escaping, Jeltheor managed to kill Dacun.

Now, after 5 years of hunting and honing his skills, Edict comes to Waeldeshore after hearing the rumors about Jeltheor and the strange happenings. He is here to finally avenge his family and his father, and become his own legend.

[Plecy]

Joseph Mercer

Name: Joseph 'Joey' Mercer

Race: Human

Age: Twenty-Seven.

Gender: Male.

Appearance: Joseph has a face of triangular structure, with softer features and a fair complexion. His hair is likely his most defining feature, golden in color and bizarrely well-kept for a sailor. While still tousled in places, his hair sits well in a middle-split. At the back of his hair and scarcely dotted around longer parts, it's easy to notice a few beads tied into improvised braids in his hair. Lastly His eyes are an unremarkable, dark blue.

At 5 feet, ten inches in height, Joseph isn't really of a remarkable height, and at 160 pounds, he isn't particularly heavy, either. Naturally slender, though bearing some build from his short life as a sailor, Joseph has the build of a gymnast or an athlete. He's not suited for much heavy lifting, but is an adept climber and runner. He bears no scars or tattoos, proof of a short sailing career. (Cutsey chibi Joey art)

Clothing/Armor: Tawdry and perhaps a little showey, Joey either enjoys loose clothing, or is as brazen as he comes off. He sports a white, ruffled shirt with a neck that starts just below his chest, over which he dons a blue, low-fastened vest. He bears a flashy, but undoubtedly cheap necklace, and decorates his fingers equally well, with two rings for each hand. These are less often seen, however, as he usually wears a pair of fingerless leather gloves. Brown, cuffed boots cover his feet and a pair of unremarkable tan breeches cover his legs entirely. Around his waist he secures a sash with a buckled, offset leather belt and sheath.

Weapons: Joseph only carries a single weapon. A plain, light sabre sword. The blade is a dull steel though has a decent enough edge. It's a notably light weapon, with a long, thin, curved blade. It looks like it could cut well, but the dings and dents along the blade imply it's seen more use defensively. Joseph always wears this in the sheath at his hip.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Skills/Abilities:
Fleeting Swordsman: Though "Swordsman" is a generous way to put it. Joseph carries the blade but only has a handful of fights worth of experience. He tends to focus on defense, ever-concerned with his own safety.
Charisma: Joseph generally knows his way around people. He knows when to sweet-talk and he knows when to tell a good lie. Be it for his survival or simply to swindle a free drink or a handful of coin.
Deft Hands: Less a thief and more a conman or a swindler, Joseph is generally good with his hands. He can pick basic locks with the tools he keeps on hand in his vest, and can usually improvise slight-of-hands.

Magic: N/A

Backstory: Born far from the Isle to Harlous and Malle Mercer, Joseph always proved to be a foul and disobedient child from a young age. What was thought to just be a poor phase soon turned into a years-long struggled. Even as his brother, Alex, was born when Joseph was six, Joseph remained insubordinate and bratty. It was a normal enough childhood for two boys born to a lesser family, but Joseph's frequent bouts of disobedience lead to frequent disciplinings. This only spurred on his embitterment for his parents as he grew into a teenager.

As Joseph grew more and more able to venture out on his own, he spent less time by the day at home. The boy sought out company and cheap thrills at any street corner or dock. As years passed, time away from home grew, and Joseph began to experiment with ways to mooch what coin he could. More coin meant he could stay out longer. That first time he begged a meal off a tavern-going woman wasn't something he'd care to tell stories of, but it was the first budding attempt of what would be a lifelong chain of swindles. It was a thrill, and it payed. The boy was hooked.

As adulthood threatened to near at around age seventeen, Joseph's mind began to wander for lands unknown. The excitement from his home had long since ebbed. But to walk to the next town over on swindled coin? The man knew better. Necessity brought about a thought on an otherwise regular passing of the docks. Sailing, he thought. Pay for work, and an opportunity to travel as far as the seas went. The man always lusted for more. Gold, people, places. Soon, every ship that sailed into port found Joseph there to greet and nag for a position.

First attempts were, as always, not terribly successful. The man was barely eighteen. He lacked much build, a weapon, and a large among of sailing knowledge. It was only when that It was only when that fateful schooner docked into port that Joseph got his "Lucky" opportunity. Ratty and manned with only a skeleton crew, the ship's captain was notably desperate. Desperate enough to recruit Joseph, much to a soured feeling of accomplishment for the boy.

Years passed, at twenty, after a painfully long and turmoil-ridden shift on the unnamed, half-rotten schooner, an opportunity was presented. After a dealing with a second privateer ship, Joseph, along with the rest of the crew, were offered a place on the second ship. Larger and finer, though still barely manned, Joseph and a few others heartily agreed. It didn't occur to the man why such a ship was so poorly manned. Though it did not take long for that to become clear.

The first battle was hard, the second harder. Joseph hadn't seen a ship take cannon fire before. The ship before would surely sink from a single hit. But this ship? This ship was something hardier. War-bred, but with a crew that betrayed that image entirely. The Dread Corsair, she was called, and her crew was one of thugs and cutthroats. Coin kept Joseph's unease with the position silent for years to come.

At twenty-two, and after a particularly harsh defeat, the Dread Corsair only barely limped into bay at Waeldeshore. When a ship repairman was hired, the crew was ordered to scatter to the town to wait out the repairs. It was only after the first night in a tavern that Joseph met Piper Pim , the daughter to the hired boat builder. Their meeting was, like all of Joseph's, initially a little overwhelming. Though after his usual bout of flattery, the two began to connect more personally. A friendly chat turned into an enthused exchange, which turned into a jovial drunken bout at the Ugly Mug. Drunken escapades turned out to be the downfall of his career. Night after night they continued, even as words of an escalating war reached the pair's ears. The two were too young to worry about that, even as the reports grew worse. It was after a particularly hard night that Joseph rose from a drink-induced sleep and headed for the docks as he always did... Or always tried to. It had been a few days. The man only discovered an empty dock, and with a panicked flurry of questions to the nearest dock worker, found that the ship and its crew had fled the war-torn land. Luck, it seemed, had cursed him.

The next five years of Joseph's life were taken to with some difficulty. Gone was his sailing career, the man was reduced to tricks and odd jobs once more, and as the Silver Lilly Isle grew more and more war-torn, the chance of leaving grew slim. Thankfully, the man had a companion for most of his hardship. Piper, as it turned out, had a set of equally sticky fingers, and the two flourished as much as on-and-off thieves could over the years. Joseph even had enough to rent a room at the tavern for most nights.

Now, Joseph is twenty-seven. Waeldeshore proved an odd town to adapt to, but through old tricks and the help from a now close friend, the man carved out something of a living in the place. He had no home of his own, sure, but he had his life and his freedom still. At least, that's what he used to reassure himself.

[IcePezz]

Name: Isabeau Falkenrath
Race: Human
Age: 27
Gender: Female

Appearance: Isabeau has short auburn hair. It is longer in the front, sitting just below her chin. Bangs, neatly parted to the side, hang over her forehead and just barely brush over her eyebrows. Her eyes are something to behold; light green surrounded by a thin ring of gold. Freckles sprinkle lightly over her nose. She stands at about 5’7” tall, a petite upper body sitting upon wider hips and thick thighs. Not overly muscular though her body is tone. When exposed, displayed on her back are a number of scars, some seeming a bit more prominent.

Image courtesy of @Diabolic

Clothing: She typically wears light fabrics, leathers and cloths of darker shades, red being her favorite color. A large cowl normally covers most of her features. Dark brown leather boots extend up just past her knees, straps and buckles secure padding where would be needed. Plain cloth pants are held up by a thick black belt, lined with a few pouches and oddities.

Weapons: Through her training, she has become a jack of all trades. Though her favorite weapon is the battle axe strapped to her back. She has a dagger hidden within her boots and one saddled to her belt at her right hip. The dagger hanging from her belt is a curved dagger, with a ruby embedded within the hilt.

Alignment: chaotic neutral

Skills: Part of the reason why the witches wanted to do away with her because she did not have the affinity for magic as they did. However her time in the Assassin’s Keep allowed her to develop other skills and techniques:
Shadow Prison: Isabeau is able to shadow step to her foe for an attack. During this attack, her foe’s movement speed is drastically reduced temporarily
Wild Blow: Isabeau is able to manipulate the shadows around her weapons, increasing the damage done by her attacks. The attack is usually used when attempting to sunder a shield.
Wildfire: Despite not having the understanding of the weave, as the witches did, Isabeau was bestowed with a gift from her mother. The gift of Wildfire. This gift takes an enormous amount of energy to control and wield. When called upon, the shadows immediately surrounding Isabeau will ignite and deadly flames will surround her as well as coat her axe, adding fire damage to her attacks. This generally leaves Isabeau quite drained afterwards

Magic:N/A -see skills above

Backstory:

lengthy reading

Though actual details of her birth are a mystery, there are rumors of a witch who fell in love with a prince from a far away land.

The prince had journied far in search of a magical herb that was said to cure a sickness plaguing his kingdom. He came upon a young woman living deep within the woods. Beautiful in every way imaginable, the Prince became enthralled with the young woman and insisted that she leave the woods and return with him to his castle. But she could not leave her home. For she was a witch, just as her mother before her, and so on down the line. Their family and gifts had been banished from the kingdom long ago, and since, had taken refuge in the forest, tending to the wilds and those who dwelled within its sanctuary.

Disturbed by the story, the prince vowed that he would speak with his father to lift their exile if she would return with him as his bride. Gleefully, the young woman accepted. And with the prince as her guest, she spent her last few days in the woods saying her goodbyes and making arrangements for after she left.

Those last few nights blanketed by the stars, we're magical for her and the prince, though as the story goes, it was the last shred of happiness for the young couple. Grandmother Amari, the high witch of their clan, had high expectations for the young witch. Plans which did not include the Prince, plans which would've been especially ruined if the prince took her away to become a princess in the castle. Though a silver lining appeared that would help Amari's plans along. And so the high witch gathered her kin, and her plot for war went into action.

The night before the two lovers were to leave for the castle, Amari had one of the youngest within their clan travel to the cottage where the two were staying. She silently crept in, cloaked within the shadows and darkness of the night. With one clean swipe of her blade, she sliced his throat open, and without anyone noticing, made her way back out. He bled out onto the bed next to his beloved, who never stirred, and never realized his death until the next morning.

It wasn’t until many months later did they all realize the young witch was with child and when the news had traveled to the High Witch, it was ordered to discard the baby once it was born. The young witch with fire red hair and green eyes encircled with a gold ring would never know her daughter.

Isabeau continued to meet only betrayal and despair as she grew older unfortunately. Bred into a world of death and darkness, she was raised within the Keep of the Assassin’s Guild and was honed into the land’s deadliest weapon. She was taught to cast all emotions aside, especially that of love. Though being the girl she is, passionate and vibrant, her one downfall is what led her to her situation.

Isabeau always acted the tough girl, but there was something so innocent, so pure and delicate behind her eyes and under the scars. It lived right there beside the rage, buried deep within her heart. Unfortunately, the violence of her wrath has been all that she’s known since she could remember. They called her a berserker, at the time, she never knew what they meant.

She held on so tightly, grasping at the last few strands that were her life. She was bruised and burdened, battered and afraid, and on the run. Catching the first boat out of her land, she fled. She wasn’t sure of where’d she go, but this was no longer her home.

[Ryciera]

Name: Piper Duchamp Pim (Pip, Pimmy)

Race: Half-Dwarf Human.

Age: 22 years young.

Gender: Female

Appearance: Piper has a curly mane of strawberry blonde hair, pinkish skin, bright blue eyes, and softer, rounder features. Short and thickly-built, her limbs are doughy and most of her fat settles in her hips. She's missing a canine and a molar, freckles spot her face, and a layer of grime and salt seems to consistently coat the girl's body and clothing.

Pictures! The topmost image is most reminiscent.

Clothing/Armor: Piper is a peasant, so nicer, cleaner, or newer clothes are rare for the girl. Usually, Piper insists on a pair of boots and trousers with large pockets (each could comfortably fit a pair of brass knuckles. Her shirt is threadbare and barely hangs off her shoulders, most likely originally made for a man. A satchel bag often hangs at her hip, with enough room to hold a baby if need be. Piper's typical dress is in muted colors--shades of brown and gray that were likely once white and yellow.

Weapons: The only weapon Piper carries on her is a tarnished set of brass knuckles, which she usually stores in one of her pockets.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Skills/Abilities:
- Pickpocket: Piper is a skilled pickpocket. A middle sibling in a medium-sized, impoverished family, from a young age the girl followed in her elder sister's footsteps and took on a life of minor crimes. She's relatively comfortable with slight-of-hand techniques and pays close attention to people and where they put their valuables. Finally, she has very special tactics to conceal smaller loot such as rings and coins. She can retrieve them a few days later.
- Boat-Repair: With a family business in boat-repair, Piper has a better understanding of how to repair boats than most. That said, she was never exceptional at her family trade, preferring to stay back and lie in the sun instead.

Magic: N/A

Backstory: Piper's life began as the middle child to Dagmar Pim and Noah Duchamp, a dwarf and a sailor joined in a bizarre and holy matrimony. The first person she took on after was her elder sister, Rhine. The two girls made a connection the instant Pip was able to speak, and together they were known to get in a plethora of harebrained schemes. While Dagmar tended to the youngest child (born just a few years after Pimmy) and Noah adamantly taught the girls everything he knew about boats, Rhine would lead her sister around town, honing skills that would eventually come to save Piper's sorry hide.

Growing up, Rhine and Piper barely worked a day in their lives. The two of them were wont to sneak out before a day's work and prattle their way about markets, swiping products off market stalls, nicking coin off unfortunate passers by, and scamming the daft when convenience struck. Minor misfortune came when Noah insisted Rhine take a more active hand in the family business. Before the night was over, Rhine was gone, and Piper was next in line to take on the trade. For a few years, Piper worked with her father and little sister, Vee, to tend to broken sails that funded their family. When Vee was old enough to no longer need her help, Pip sank back into her old habits.

The family turned a blind eye to the bits of extra food and coin that appeared in their house. Piper had become comfortable with numerous ways to swipe spare change and product. She’d use clever distractions to slip her hands where they didn’t belong, wade through bustling crowds a little weightier than before, and be the little hand that snagged small merchandise off busy market stalls. Anything that could fit in a closed fist could fit in her mouth and her throat. She’d swallow it and retrieve it a few days later.

Tension was high around the time the world seemed to unravel. Life at home was becoming unbearable. Piper couldn’t take the work when the family was at each other’s throats, finding any excuse to get out. A badly marred sailboat took port and the sailors dispersed. By the time night fell, Piper had managed to pickpocket two of them. She followed her third unfortunate victim into a tavern, identifying him by the beads in his hair.

She started by overwhelming him. Her speech was rapid and slurred, and her gestures were broad. She started with a drink from the estranged sailor, eyeing where he kept his coin. By the second drink, she still hadn’t taken from him. It wasn’t until they had loosened up considerably did she forget the initial goal. She agreed to meet him the following night. No longer did money or bread appear in the Pim household, instead going to the pair’s drunken evenings. For a couple weeks, Piper’s days consisted of waking up midday, stealing enough coin, and blowing it on ale late into the night. When disappointment struck Joey in the form of a vanished ship, Piper offered her condolences and services.

When criminals cooperate, it forms a strange sort of bond--the acceptance that the future may contain dark cells and missing hands becomes diminished by the confidence that someone will always bail the other out. Together, Pip and Joey made ends meet. Incoming and outgoing ships funded Piper’s family and their harebrained schemes, strangely reminiscent of Rhine, fueled their drinking and tavern room. When Piper was too tired to go home, she spent the nights with him, forcing him to sleep on the floor while she took up the bed. Eventually, she stopped returning home, and Piper’s family came to accept that she was no longer a Pim.

Homeless, jobless, and hapless, Piper and Joey are free as birds and happy as clams. Piper lives with little care in the world and totes Joey around on her hedonistic whims. Together, they eagerly go day by day, forgetting the past and barely considering the future.

[The Fated Fallen]

Tirarian

Name: Tirarian Smooth-Tongue

Race: Gnome

Race Description: Short, curious, social. Average life-span: 60, Age of maturity: 10

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Sharp violet eyes (with the left being outlined by a cog tatoo) point out from under dark green eyebrows and unkempt, shoulder length hair (normally kept under a hat). 3' 2'' Tirarian is quite supple and can easily dance out of the way of most attacks, height, Lighter skin with cog tatoos down her spine and over her left eye

Clothing/Armor: An oversized duster (for someone who is 3 foot 2) underneath is a typical outfit of padded cloth armour. She is laden by multiple satchels and belts with potions attatched. Atop her head is the stereotypical wide brimmed hat with a harpy feather and a small flute through it.

Weapons: A very heavy crossbow that requires setting up on a stand for Tirarian, that is even beyond the strength of a normal sized person to wield.(to fire properly she has to set it up) because of crossbow needing setting up she often uses a poisoned shortsword which acts like a bastard sword to her.
A plethora of alchemical arrows, ranging from combustible, to poison cloud to 'deus ex machina' brand. The crossbow is kept on her back while the arrows line the inside of her jacket (hence why it is oversized).
Several kinds of bombs strapped around her
A collection of potions in her satchel

Skills/Abilities: A strong alchemist and a talented tongue
Produces high quality potions which she uses to fund her travelling. (normally by renting a lab whenever she finds one)
Known in the criminal underworld as being able to talk the team into and out of any situation

Backstory: Gnomes in this world are generally Nomads, but at an early age Tirarian’s parents moved to Estermere, because of this Tirarian considers herself a Gnome only in appearance. Her father worked as an alchemist apprenticing, and Tirarian’s mother worked as a seamstress before leaving the family and Estermere with a trader when Tirarian was 5.
After the events of Estermere she travels the world in search of adventure, making potions out of extravagant ingredients and telling the story of Estermere, involving a cunning Barber, a curious slave, a dashing set of immortal daemon hunters and a very talented Gnome

I quickly threw this together, hope to build her more as a character in the actual game

Decided to bring back an old favourite of mine, which didn't see much use in the last RPs I used her in. Also good to have a bit of race diversity

[Inertia]

Name:
Cassius Dennis
"The Wandering Swordsman"

Race: Human

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Cassius

Clothing/Armor:
Under his usual cloak, he wears light armor to provide some protection but not hinder his movement. His undershirt is usually chain mail, under his light armor.

Weapons:
Carries a long sword that carries a black and blue pattern on the hilt and the grip. The long sword can cut relatively well. Has a pouch that contains small throwing daggers.

Alignment:
Neutral Good

Skills/Abilities:
Being trained at a young age by his father, his proficiency over the sword is apparent, his sword prowess is so well known that people have dubbed him "The Wandering Swordsman"
He almost has below average skill in other weapons, being no better than a trained soldier in anything but a sword. His attacks are all based on speed, as his father had always told him that speed triumphs strength.

Stutter step: A movement that is very fast, it looks like a stutter blur.
Final Hour: A technique taught by his father as a last-ditch effort, it augments his speed to a very high degree that he looks like a specter. After three minutes of use, Cassius will collapse for the rest of the day.

Magic:
N/A

Backstory:
Born under the Dennis household, whose name was renowned across the land as providing the swiftest swordsmen and swordswomen. Cassius is the son of the current head of the household and his wife. At the tender age of 12, his father had begun his harsh and strict training. His father had always instilled within Cassius that speed should be priority than strength as, "In theory, if you cannot get hit, then you can't lose."

His training was rough and unloving, in contrast to his father's demeanor outside of training. For years, Cassius has had been trained by his father and his colleagues in the art of speed and the swords. It consisted of stamina, speed and sword exercises. The training usually lasted for 2/3rd's of the day with a break in between. He would also usually be forced to spar with opponents slightly stronger than him, so that he would be unhinged and get stronger day by day.

After years of rigorous training, and at the age of 23, his father had told him to go travel and hone his skills, for he has nothing left to teach him. Thanking his father and receiving his blessings, he left and started to travel around the world, looking for strong swordsmen to hone his skills and as fate has it, he has come to Waeldeshore.

[WanderingRebel]

Right here's my characters, & Hi all! :)

Tobias Volker

Name: Tobias Volker
Race: Human
Age: 62
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Tobias

Details: Tobias is a bulky, broad-shouldered, heavily muscled warrior with arms & legs are as strong as tree trunks, stands at an impressive 6ft'5, his entire body is covered with multiple battle-scars gathered across the years all with varying levels of fading, his long hair & beard mostly conceal the handful of scars on his face.

Clothing/Armor:

Basic Attire

Commonly wears a simple light-brown short-sleeve linen tunic which has faded celtic embroidery along the shoulders, & around the neck, wrists, base of the tunic, a heavily faded clan emblem is stitched into the linen just below the v of the neck. Simple black/extremely dark-brown loose-fitting linen trousers with a long ropeish-lace around the waist for fastening. Comfortably padded but heavily worn/beaten strapped leather boots which were evidently costly when they where newly made but barely worth rubbing two copper coins together in their current state. Studded leather bracers on his forearms, A simple but thick dark leather belt around his waist which has a bulky dulled-bronze celtic-patterned buckle, has a simple coin pouch fastened to his belt just right of the buckle, a small leather pouch attached to his belt just right of the coin pouch directly on his right-side, always keeps one of his long daggers in its scabbard attached to the back of his belt with the hilt horizontally facing to the right, another small leather pouch at the back left of his belt near the base of daggers scabbard, & a medium hard-leather pouch on his left attached to the belt.

Possesses a large bulky, heavily beaten & worn leather backpack with a dozen attachable pouches, loop-able leather straps, clips/hooks, etc... for carrying various goods when needed. Also has a lengthy, light-brown, thinly-tanned, hooded, leather cloak with a simplistic bronze brooch resting near the right shoulder for fastening or unfastening the cloak, considerable fraying shows at the lower edges of the cloak & some damage at the brooch from the cloak being hastily removed(See: combat-attire), usually only worn to protect from the cold, rain or wind while out & about.

Discreetly keeps the thin finely honed blade & its scabbard fastened under the leather straps on his right boot as a last resort-backup.

Combat Attire

Like in the picture Tobias wears thick heavy-plated armor, underneath the plate armor is a thin chain-mail shirt worn over a studded medium leather doublet - which while providing additional armor, also serves as padding which helps dissipate the force of a direct or heavy hit against the outer armor allowing the wearer to shrug off some or most of the force/impact of the hit & some/any of the pain that would normally be received from the blow, in turn allowing the wearer to continue fighting undaunted. Note: though very well cared for the armor shows signs of considerable wear & tear, with evidence of past repairs made to it some seemingly makeshift.

All weapons listed below would obviously be worn, along with the metal kite shield which has a battle-scarred & faded clan emblem on it at the center very similar to the one on his tunic, which on closer look of the shield sits under a larger more prominent emblem & above three smaller lesser emblems.

Is able to attach his hard-leather pouch & another small pouch to his belt with what little space there is left to carry some basic essentials, i.e water pouch, snacks, rags/bandages, polish, dice, etc... Also while on march & not in combat can wear/carry his cloak over his armor/equipment & over that his backpack (if in the field for a long time allows him to carry camping equipment & additional supplies.) both of which he can dropped/removed quickly to engage in combat if ambushed on the road.

Weapons:
- Blessed Longsword in scabbard attached to his waist.
- Two long daggers one fastened in scabbard under his left forearm the hilt facing his elbow, the other in scabbard attached to the back of his waist the hilt horizontally facing to the right.
- Six throwing javelins in a quiver attached vertically to his back.
- A slim, finely honed, razor tipped blade in small scabbard attached to his lower right leg/boot.
- Leather-reinforced metal kite shield, with sharpened blade-tip at the base, can be slung diagonally across his back & over the quiver or fastened to his left arm like a buckler shield (allowing his left hand to remain free in combat) by belt-straps.

Alignment: Lawful/Good

Skills/Abilities:

Hider

Skilled Veteran - Has trained many warriors, fought in countless battles & the odd street/tavern brawl over the years utilizing both his bare-hands & a vast variety of weapons resulting in him being very proficient with most weapons. Most notably however he is an exceptionally skilled sword-fighter that few can match even with his advanced years.

Expert defense - Tobias has gained impressive strength & durability from his training, hard work & donning heavy armor in battle throughout his life. Able to stand strong against near devastating blows & continuous enemies/attacks while being able to move & fight back. The sight of this unrelenting tank of a warrior on the battlefield has inspired many a ally & solider over the years in battle to continue fighting on in even the most seemingly hopeless of battles. As such He is very much respected and renowned by the warriors & people from his native northern islands.

Iron stomach - Tobias is an insanely tough man as he can eat near anything regardless of smell/taste/food source. (we're talking stuff that would kill, or at least make a billy-goat puke let alone other warriors/people.) Very fortunate skill for him as it is likely the only reason he's survived Katia's culinary skills to date.

learned scholar - Most wouldn't know it initially but Tobias is a very learned man who is literate & enjoys reading any books he can get a hold of, skilled in mathematics, trade, logistics, & several old world/dead languages on odd occasions has been tasked with translating old texts.

A Farmer by trade - When not fighting as a warrior he peacefully likes to start up & tend to a farm to make his living which also helps keep him fit with all the manual labor involved. He occasionally hunts or goes fishing when necessity demands it but not over proficient at either. When not having any work to do on a farm he spends his time reading, writing, or more than likely having to put-up / deal with Katia.

Magic:
The Blessed longsword - That was given to him is able to harm demons, but also most supernatural beings giving him a fighting chance against any formless/astral less physical creatures, albeit nowhere near as effective or potent as actual magic would be capable of, the sword has helped him & others survive some pretty dire situations in the past.

Backstory:

Hider

Tobias since his youth was regarded as a good and honorable man, his father proud of the fact he excelled both in martial & intellectual pursuits, a fine heir to the family name which would bring glory to the clan they served which he did becoming a close adviser & right hand commander to the clans warlord who ruled a fertile region spanning over one seventh of their island. Years of fighting against power hungry warlords from the other regions gained Tobais incredible amount of combat experience & battle tactics.

A few years later out of no-ware refugees began flooding to their island seeking protection, as rumors from the most norther region began to spread of horrors appearing & attacking innocents. These rumors soon became truth as demons came stampeding across the island, the warring clans uniting to face the threat on open fields in hopes of repelling attacks against their villages & towns, On one of these expeditions Tobias & his squires came across slaughtered refugees and one little dehydrated & starved survivor hidden under two bodies that practically fell side by side.

Tobias rescued the young Katia and brought her back to his home & his wife to protect her, Tobias's wife adored Katia and instead of having her raised by one of the servant families, choose to raise Katia herself and came to care for her as if she where her own. Meanwhile Tobias was becoming increasingly distressed as the demon attacks where getting more frequent & worse more & more territory was being lost every passing week as well as innocents & warriors in the process.

Eventually His worst fears came to pass the attacks crossed into their territory & descended upon the town his estate was in Tobias led his retainers in a valiant defense to buy time for the locals to flee but their efforts where fruitless as they where overwhelmed and no aid arrived from the other towns or the ruling warlord instead they bottled themselves in hopes of holding out in their own. Tobias lost almost everything including his beloved wife but he managed to rescue some of his retainers, their families & Katia who had been barricaded in his wife's room. After fleeing to his warlords capital Tobias appeared before his lord and threw down a worn battle standard denouncing the warlord to his face before storming out. After seeing that the few survivors that had fled with him had found a safe place under the care of temple priests he went to leave Katia choosing to follow him as after all she saw him as a father figure & was missing Tobias's wife and despite her young age knew Tobias was hurting too choosing to stay with him instead of within the protection of the temple was both out of compassion for Tobias & her attachment to him as a parent.

Before he left the temple one of the priests came before him and presented a longsword claiming the high priest was grateful for saving his sons family that had resided in Tobias's village and after hearing what he did in-front of the warlord he could think of no warrior more honorable & worthy to possess the weapon, Its was here Tobias understood a little why the temple was so quick to offer refugees a refuge without being asked in advance, Out of respect he accepted the sword and later found how useful it would prove to be over the coming years.

They roamed from place to place & island to island, settling where they could, training, teaching & raising Katia along the way, Tobias volunteering as a sell-sword to most militias & armies fighting off the early appearances of the horrors at each place before they began to get overwhelmed. Eventually after a long time wandering Tobias overheard at a tavern a ship crew was planning to skip the nearby islands that where already flooding with refugees and make a go for a distant port town in the south called Waeldeshore to get a good distance away from the horrors spreading in the north, a few dozen rounds of ale later and a lengthy discussion with the ships captain he has acquired passage on-board the ship as a guard along with Katia as they sailed to the distant port town.

Katia

Name: Katia or "Tia" by anyone close to her, (formally known as Katrina Silverway before she lost her family.)
Race: Human
Age: 21
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Katia

Details: An enchanting beauty with a slender but muscular build, her toned muscles are discreet but noticeable when she wears her casual short-sleeved cloths. Often ties her hair back when working, training or in combat, she also has a few faded scars on her arms & legs.

Clothing/Armor:

Basic Attire

Wears a simple white short-sleeve linen tunic, a light leather half-jacket, Light-brown linen trousers with a fashionable thin leather belt, comfortable & somewhat beaten strapped leather boots, has a simple coin pouch fastened to her belt along with two small leather pouches attached to the belt as well.

Possesses an averaged sized backpack with various clips & straps on it to attach or carry various goods when needed. Also has a light-brown, thinly-tanned, hooded, leather cloak with a simplistic bronze brooch resting near the center of the neck for fastening or unfastening the cloak, shows some light fraying at the edges.

Combat Attire

Wears leather doublet armor, leather vambraces, with sectional iron armor plates attached over vital organs, over the leather armor to provide additional protection without overly weighing down the wearer allowing them speed & freedom of movement allowed by lighter armors. (i.e. Left shoulder pauldron, Torso breastplate, upper leg Tassets, knee Poleyns). Detachable leather straps add-ons to her belt that act as axe holster/loops.

Weapons:
- Bronze boar spear.
- Twin short swords, in sheaths attached to the back of her belt, downward crossed both hilts facing to both the left & right.
- Twin Hand/battle=axes, holster into holster/loops either side of her belt.
- Six curved throwing daggers in a small squarish leather leg-holster,strapped to her upper right leg.
- Hunting Knife in sheath attached to her lower left leg with the hilt facing up.

Alignment: Chaotic/Good

Skills/Abilities:

Hider

Fast & Agile Fighter - Unlike Tobias, Katia moves fast on the battlefield and moves with the reflexes & precision of a cat, her skilled flurry of consecutive and/or precise attacks severely press/overwhelm her opponents, and her highly impressive ability to dodge & weave from any incoming opponents attacks with lightning speed & grace put most onlookers in awe.

Unnaturally Strong - From being cared for & raised/trained by Tobias from a young age Katia has become impressively strong, which given her slender but somewhat muscular build the feats of strength she can accomplish is seen by others as unbelievable or unnatural.

Skilled Warrior - Katia has been thoroughly trained to fight with various weapons and use different martial techniques in combat, she has roughly average skills with most weapons however Katia displays exceptional skill with both the spear & sword. It should be noted her personal preferences is the reason she carries a small assortment of weapons into battle but seems to favor wielding a spear as her main weapon.

Tracker/Hunter - Katia has keen hunting & tracking skills a skill set her carer doesn't have, What she hasn't self taught she's picked up from other hunters on her travels. Not being one for books or to sit still for more than a few hours at a time one of Katias favorite pastimes is hunting wild game she's also picked up decent butchery & tanning skills as a result over the years. Evidently she's not a very screamish person when it comes to blood a useful little trait in battles however her private, survivalist, & tomboyish personality makes it difficult for her to 'fit in' most communities & when dealing with people other than Tobias.

Delusional Cook - Katia strongly believes she is a very skilled cook regardless if its a recipe she's done many times or never before she gets it perfect, in truth anything she cooks turns out horrific is either prepared wrong, burnt to hell, or just tastes flat out horrible preferring to go on instinct rather than written recipes. Becomes slightly annoyed and/or depressed if she eats anyone else's cooking & it tastes better than hers.
(Note: If Tobias invites you for a drink you've got on his good-side if he invites you to stay for a meal you've got on his bad-side & he intends to make you suffer with Katias cooking, although some victims suspect he might of actually been trying to assassinate them with such horrific dishes, the last person who actually made the accusation got beaten up by an enraged Katia who then stormed off claiming some people have no taste.)

Magic: N/A

Backstory:

Hider

Katia was from a wealthy family on an island to the north west which was long overrun by demons & horrors, her family had managed to flee with other refugees to a northern island that was suffering from the early stages of unnatural happenings & demons appearing, the more warlike clans of this island uniting to fend off the evil befalling them. It was here A very young Katia lost her parents to corrupted monsters as she recalls that attacked the wandering refugees & where she was rescued by a group of native warriors.

Some of her earliest memories are of a well-off & respected family on their estate and one of her rescuers a middle-aged version of Tobias & his wife who where both nice to her, however she favored Tobias wife more due to being primarily cared for by her & got to play games with her, that & Tobias was a little intimidating being as he was a heavy built rough looking warrior who had to leave for extended periods of time regularly. This went on for some time in which Katia had started picking up some fighting moves from the estate guards during training & the odd self-defense lessons from either Tobias or his wife.

Meanwhile the situation had been getting progressively worse on the island whole clans had been falling one by one, and it wasn't half a year before the clan Tobias served was attacked & overrun by demons, Again Katia was to suffer the horrors around her as she began to lose all she knew for a second time and was protected by Tobias's wife who herself fell defending their home with the few guards that had remained when Tobias led his troops off to defend the city. Katia doesn't recall much other than a bloodied Tobias coming to her rescue again prior to them fleeing the town with a handful of other refugees.

Over the next few years Katia traveled with Tobias from place to place, island to island trying to get away from the chaos that seemed to be spreading everywhere, along the way Tobias served as a sell-sword and trained Katia how to fight as well eventually in her mid teens actually taking her into some skirmish battles to gain combat experience. Tobias also tries teaching Katia basic literature, math & other intellectual pursuits despite her continued disinterest, Still she owes the fact she can spell her name & read most common words, & count money is again thanks to Tobias who she has come to see as her adoptive father.

Most recently They boarded a ship which planned to travel very far to get away from the evil descending upon the people, This ship was heading for a place called Waeldeshore which Tobias had secured a place on-board for them.

[The Fated Fallen]

@WanderingRebel

Don't be shy, introduce yourself in the OOC! (because I'm not sure people have noticed you yet)

[GreenHood]

Name: Marek Tesar

Race: Human

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Appearance: Marek has hard facial features, prominent cheekbones and forehead, a slightly crooked nose, and squared jaw. He has longer black hair, though more often than not it's swept back into a ponytail. His thick eyebrows stand above dark gray eyes. His skin is white, typical of someone from northern descent, slightly tanned, and is marked with burn scars, heavily on his arms, and lighter around his torso and legs. Interestingly enough, they're not entirely uniform, as some look more recent than others. While he claims to have a small birthmark shaped like a flame on his back, anyone who inspects it closely enough might notice it's just another scar from a burn, albeit made much more carefully and intentionally.
Marek stands at 5'11" and weighs about 145lbs. He could be called fit, if not skinny, mostly from weeks of travel of the road.

Clothing/Armor: Marek's preferred style of dress is a snug tunic, sleeveless, with pants that cut away at the knees. However, due to weeks of travel, he currently has a dirty. long-sleeved coat that reaches down to his shins and has a singed hole through the left hip, a green linen shirt with dark pants, and a sturdy pair of boots. He lugs around all of his worldly possessions on a backpack strapped to his torso with one-too-many belts. He a wears shiny, small rock around his neck, tied with his a leather thong, and can often be seen with dark spectacles.

Weapons: A single dagger is sheathed at his belt on his right hip, the blade about a hand's span in length. Aside from that, he totes a flintlock pistol in his coat on the right side as well. It's usually kept loaded, and fits into a leather "holster," inside the pocket that specifically keeps the barrel pointed away from himself. It's slower to draw because of this, but after almost shooting his own leg when he kept it in his left pocket, the extra moment is more than worth it. Because of the slow reload time (for him), he usually doesn't keep his smooth bore ammunition, extra flints, and primer is kept in an outside pocket on his backpack. The powder, patches, and ramrod are kept in a separate pocket.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Skills/Abilities:
Half-dead-shot: Hardly a marksman, Marek knows a bit more than anyone else might about aiming, shooting, and reloading, however the beauty of the gun is that it takes very little skill to operate. He can't reload as quickly as a professional soldier could, nor can he always guarantee the shot will be perfectly loaded...but he sure does know the basics.
Silver Tongued: Although Marek has always been a gifted story-teller, it’s only recently that he’s been forced to sharpen his skills as a liar. The stigma and pariah status that comes with his magecraft have made it a necessity.

Magic: Marek’s magic is an inborn talent, recognized by an elder when he was young, and has since been informally honed into two different types: The creation, and manipulation of fire. He may call different utilizations “spells,” but it amounts to the same thing, just with a small spin to it. Sometimes he needs more of one than another; if he can find a source, for example, he need only a small shower of sparks. If not, it’s a bit more taxing on him to maintain a fire without fuel. That isn’t to say he’s a novice. The various burn scars that cover his arms and body are testament to his years of practice, but in the world of magecraft, he is far from being a “master.” The source of his magic could be called, “mana,” though it’s tied much more intimately to his own energy than a separate pool. If he’s tired after a long day of manual labor, casting becomes much more difficult than if he’s well-rested and fed. If he creates a conflagration, he may become tired, hungry, and grouchy, much like if someone was physically exhausted.That doesn’t mean he’s immune to effects that drain, “mana,” or magic, quite the opposite. Because the pool that he draws from is tied to his own energy, it can sap him of his strength, physically and magically.

Backstory: Born in a small settlement on a river, opposite a marsh, to Havel and Emily Tesura, Marek was followed by two younger sisters. His father was a carpenter and served as alderman in the artisan guild for a few years, so was moderately successful in his endeavors. Marek never showed much aptitude for carpentry or woodwork, nor to any of the other trades in the guild his father introduced him to. In his early years, it wasn’t much of a concern, but around the time he turned 12, it became worrisome. In a final effort, his father arranged an apprenticeship to his brother, a locksmith, Marek’s uncle. For two years he assisted his uncle on minor jobs, and traveled with him when he needed to. Although he never showed much in way of “natural talent,” he learned a little, and enjoyed the time spent with his uncle and cousins.

It was at 14 that odd things began to occur, particularly in the kitchen or out at the campfires when they traveled. The flames flickered, the fires spewed showers of sparks or grew in height, even on still nights. Not too long after that, fires began starting where there had been no flames or sparks, though luckily they were always put out. The strange occurrences came to climax when his uncle’s house burned down, and nearly killed everyone, Marek included. The family sought help and contacted a specialist. At first, they thought it was ghosts that plagued the family, but the specialist, a mage, arrived, he quickly deduced what the issue was, and tested Marek and his cousins for any sort of magical inclination. He explained the to the family the issue, the risks, and made an offer to take Marek off their hands. While the boy thought it was a ridiculous offer, his aunt and uncle finally assented after weighing the pros and cons all night. The hurt that Marek felt at seemingly being sold to a complete stranger by his own family would stay with him for years until it was replaced by gratitude and the sense of superiority that the mages helped instill. But that wouldn’t be for sometime yet.

The mage’s name was Jean Perkins. His “specialty,” wasn’t in creating magic, but suppressing it. He made his living finding “unusual,” problems that plagued the common folk and ridding them of the issue, which, he explained, involved something magical, item or caster. He had very little need or want for a fire mage, but he did need extra help in getting around. He couldn’t offer the boy training, but he did promise that he could try and help arrange it if it came up. But he could offer minimal guidance, and even offered to suppress any magical bursts that proved to be too much for Marek to control. In everything else, he needed to train for himself. It wasn’t much, but at least he was able to learn to control, and rein in his magical abilities.

Marek soon discovered that, contrary to what Perkins has lead him to believe, “unusual,” problems weren’t as magical as implied. In the rare times magic users were at fault, it was usually for good reason; A magic item is found, bought, or stolen and the owner has no idea how to use said item, a caster feels wronged and plagues the person responsible, or, in Marek’s case, a magic user has no control over their own abilities.

Over the next six years, Marek and Perkins moved in and out of the mage and common communities. All the while, Marek explored his sorcery, and Perkins was always nearby incase things became too much for him to handle. Still, by the time he was 20, Marek had numerous, albeit small, burn scars along his arms and one on his leg. Even a fire mage wasn’t immune to his own fire when the blaze was big enough. Shortly after Marek’s 21st birthday, Perkins retired and the informal master/apprentice relationship ended. Marek couldn’t continue the old mage’s studies or business; the only way Marek knew how to suppress magic was to raze whatever was causing it to the ground. That didn’t seem like a very popular method for ridding people of troublesome magic, and so he was out on his own. Sure, he was confident enough in his fledgling skills to advance his training on his own, and he knew enough of his own limits to practice without Perkins as a safety net.

Despite being able to conjure fire, Marek found that he couldn’t conjure coin. His early jobs were limited to that of a laborer. His magic, while useful beyond measure, wasn’t so much a skill to him like carpentry or tailoring; anyone could light a fire. He was a young man without a profession, and probably would have stayed in that rut had he not been found once more by another mage.

Unlike Perkins, who actively tried to shy away from a majority of the mages, this one, Joseph Blackwell, fully indoctrinated him into the community. He too was a fire mage, so Marek supposed there might be some sort of kinship between them. Blackwell’s intentions, however, were far less pure, but by no means malicious. Blackwell was building an army. Again he received no formal training, but he did learn many useful tricks for starting, catching, and spreading his fire. He also met several others, also fire mages, under Blackwell’s command. It was not a formal “army,” in any shape, but a collaboration of half a dozen men and women who shared the same affinity for a specific type of magic. However, for the first time, he felt like he found where he belonged.

The mages trained together, but separate, and learned to work in unison. All the while, Blackwell had been instilling in them a sense of pride at being mages, and slowly groomed them over the next few years for combat because, “fire magic is purely an offensive form, so this is how we train.” For years the group acted as Blackwell’s personal guard, and were dispatched on several small missions with him. The first few, they were told, were “peacekeeping,” missions, and their presence was only to ensure that nothing happened.

In the next few missions, the team was put into pairs and split up. They were told the mage population in certain areas was being targeted, and they were dispatched to help protect them. On his first ship out, Marek and his partner were traveling in a passenger ship, told to lay low and not give away their position. This inevitably failed when they were attacked by pirates. The cannons on the pirate ship made quick work of their own, and at a distance, fire magic was next to useless. Marek and his partner escaped, but he did gain an appreciation for gunpowder.

As the war of the mages moved into full swing, Marek, as a fire mage, and his partner were dispatched to more and more places, often to help raze, pillage, and act as crowd control. He and the others had been convinced that what they were fighting for was equality of mages, and to end the oppression. Although Marek hadn’t seen much, working as a laborer had shown him that jobs requiring mages were often very limited.

As the tides turned and it was clear who the winner would be, Marek and his partner fled after a particularly bad incident in which his partner was shot in the leg with a crossbow bolt. Now a detriment, he was forced to leave him behind. Whether he lived or died, Marek never found out. He spent the end of the war and the years after laying low and hiding his magecraft. Then, out of the blue, he ran into his old employer, Blackwell, who informed him of recent rumors and odd happenings in the town of Waeldeshore. Allegedly, Jeltheor has resurfaced. As the pupil of Anjoel, who started and led the war. It was only natural that he should be found, secured, and protected until he can be retrieved and taken somewhere safe to plan out the next movements, and possibly restart the war.

[FinnIsh]

Name: Wynn Llywelyn
Race: Human
Age: Thirty-Three
Gender: Male

Appearance: Wynn Llywelyn stands a height of 5'8", and is a very lean and gangly man. He has long arms and legs, and has a slight reputation for being inelegant, often being careless when it comes to handling things. Wynn has jet-black hair that is normally kept unkempt and is also tied into a ponytail. Freckles also speckle and span all over the man’s skin, most notably on his face and many scars, mostly burns can be found on his body.

Clothing/Armor: Wynn's attire is simplistic. He dons a green vest that covers a beige undershirt, an array of belts that are strewn from shoulder to waist and around his waist. The thirty-three year old also sports a orange sash that is tightly wrapped around his waist, a single, long piece of it dangling freely. For pants he wears simple dark brown trousers that are tucked into long black boots. Lastly, Wynn wears leather gloves and is always seen wearing his signature goggles.

Weapons: For armament, Wynn keeps a cutlass sheathed at his waist, accompanied by a flintlock pistol, which he keeps on hand at all times.Wynn keeps the cutlass sheathed on his right side for quick access while the flintlock is kept in a leather holster attached to his waist belt on his left. Wynn also keeps some ammunition, flint, and primer stored in a pouch located on the backside of his belt.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Skills/Abilities:
Marksman - Wynn is a good shot when it comes to using his flintlock pistol, though his somewhat lousy blurred eyesight interferes with his aim, he also runs short on ammunition quite a bit.
Explosive Technician - Wynn has an infamous history of being the one out of his crew for blowing up things. Because of his “expertise” in explosives, Wynn was assigned to working the cannons, though on his free time he would always toy around whatever explosives he could get his hands on, or even make some of his own. Wynn’s notorious skill in explosives led to the reason as to why his ship sunk when he accidently set off a few explosives below deck. Needless to say, Wynn’s good at making things go boom.
Lousy swordsman - Wynn is lousy when it comes to using a cutlass, much preferring his flintlock over his cutlass.

Magic: Wynn has zero magical ability or capabilities. Wynn however believes mages are supernatural deities.

Backstory:

My Hider

Wynn Llywelyn was raised an orphan, his parents having abandoned him the moment he was born. Wynn did not seem to care much about the fact that his parents had left him when he was only a newborn. He was later adopted by retired sailor whose name was Adam Prescott. The two often spent their time together, the elderly sailor often told Wynn stories of the seas and many others. Adam also mentioned mages, to which Wynn came to quickly believe that they were some sort of supernatural forces, after all he absolutely refused to believe magic was real. What he did believe in was that they were like deities, as they could manipulate fire, air, water and so forth. As years passed Wynn grew up, his mindset sticking with him as he got older. His adopted father began to persuade him into pursuing a sailing career and it was only when he turned the age of eighteen he actually decided to pursue it. Inexperienced and with very little knowledge about sailing save for the stories his adopted father told him, Wynn was made the swabbie because of his newbie status onboard the ship. He served under a captain who was a notorious privateer.

Many years pass, and Wynn, now aged twenty-eight, has been working various positions onboard his captain’s vessel. The crew had been striving for a few months now because of the war, earning their coin by sinking vessels. Wynn was also assigned to managing and maintaining the cannons, thus sparking the beginning of interest in gunpowder and explosives. Wynn becomes more adept in his skills and by now is a seasoned sailor, due to the years he’s spent sailing.

Slowly as the war began to wind down in the passing years, so did Wynn’s career. The privateers found it harder to come across vessels to sink and plunder, and as a result the crew began to grow restless. Wynn found himself below deck one day, and out of pure boredom he found himself turning towards what he enjoyed most, explosives. The thirty-three year old had was experienced, though due to his clumsy nature he ended up setting them off and accidentally blowing a hole in the ship’s hull. And as the ship sunk, he could’ve sworn he heard his angry captain cursing him out as they all jumped overboard to save themselves from being pulled with the ship. Unfortunately most onboard didn’t make it, and those who survived were without a ship thanks to the handiwork of Wynn.

The remaining survivors, including Wynn were rescued by another vessel a few hours after the after match of Wynn’s bizarre accident. Aboard they were told that they would be dropped off at the port town of Waeldeshore. After a few days of sailing, Wynn arrived, oblivious to the brewing troubles and strange occurrences the town was going through. No longer a sailor, Wynn decided to set out and become an explosive technician, hoping his expertise in explosives would be a way to earn money, surely there was someone who needed something to be demolished or blown up… But who? He didn’t know, but maybe he could find himself useful or if all else failed, he could just go back to his sailing career. Just not back to his old crew of course, as they had kicked him off for sinking their ship.

[ArenaSnow]

Evil has come.

Zargon

Name: Zargon “The Corruptor” to most; to angels of old who remember or those, for whatever reason want to use the name he had as an angel, Zelglyphton.

Race: Senior Demon

Age: Appears to be in his 40’s (human form); ~16000 years in reality.

Gender: Male

Appearance

Him

Clothing/Armor: Typically whatever his host is wearing at the time.

Weapons: A long runeblade, pitch black in color with expensive-looking rubies in the hilt. Demon-forged, with the capability to amplify the natural abilities of its wielder and instilling a deep cold feeling into those who feel its steel. Designed by his master to kill Angels. It is known as “Demonsbane”.

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Skills/Abilities

Host of Minions: Being a strong demon of considerable age, he has made connections with others and in effect has a private army of associates and minions. This allows him to use his connections to get what he wishes.

Magic:

Natural Demonic Abilities: He is harder to kill, can shift his form from demonic into human, and possesses strength and speed that is above average for a human to possess.

Twisting Word: His very words attempt to break into the minds of who he talks to; an effect which tends to at least twist the will of weaker minded others if not bend them to his own. Stronger folks (ie, characters not NPC’s in the roleplay) are more resistant, but feel the effects that he weaves into his words.

Dynamic Shape-Shifting: He shapeshifts as a normal demon would; however, he has more flexibility as to what he can shift into; he can mimic the appearance of those he sees and can even make himself into the form of animals, although nothing with wings or that is too small for him to condense into.

One of the Chosen: Being one of the first demons that his creator made, he possesses seniority and authority in his realm over other strong demons. His powers are increased due to his status. He also has a few sub-traits as listed below from this:
-Of the First: He is one of the original angels to have fully converted to being demonic, until he became what he is now..
-Anti Angel: Most demons tend to be weaker than angels, but having been a relatively high end angel himself before wholly becoming demonic, he retains the same level of power he once had - but with his special forged sword and his powers manifesting in demon form.
-Hardcore: In a realm where many demons have forgotten their purpose, or consigned themselves to slavery at the hands of mortals, or reduced themselves to infighting, Zargon believes in the old ways. Chaos to the world is what he lives for, and in this he is set.

His powers ultimately come from his inner energies that he is composed of; he is a being mostly made of his own energies, although he can’t do much physically without a host, as that is the means he uses to connect to the mortal realm and use his more physical abilities. His aura is amplified in his raw demonic form. Although he once had an energy source coming from his angelic core, it has since been corrupted entirely from dark magic that finds its root in the forgotten realms. Ultimately, he casts from the energies of his soul (and can become exhausted if he overexerts or does a powerful spell).

Backstory

Created as a middle-class angel, who had always had his doubts about the union of the creator’s host, which had become increasingly split over time. He was an intelligence sort of angel, suited for creating followers across the human masses before he was convinced to join the “other side”. He was given the task of being a recruiter, sending information about the angels back to his own lines along with recruits whose minds he was able to twist, both Angel and of other races. It had caused severe losses on the angel side, although it didn’t quite save his side from defeat in the end.

This continued until the later part of the war, when he was discovered by an angelic leader who had been recruited by Zelglyphton while he was incognito. At first, Zelglyphton denied what he did; but later on he showed his true colors, and cursed everyone at his trial while sending a message of doom and destruction to all in his presence. He was cast from the realm onto the battlefields of humanity; even though a majority of angels had actually wished to have him destroyed. Some angels were sent to find him; half came up with nothing while the other half simply didn’t come back.

He would be found later by a few of the first dedicated demons, the ones who had fully given themselves to the darker sides of magic. He too joined completely and gave his soul to the dark magics, and would be a long standing authority of Hell, even after the end of the war. Before it ended, he adapted the name given to him by his master, “Zargon”, which became known as the name of the single largest traitor to heaven since his master himself. His master also gave him Demonsbane as a reward for all his works.

As time went on, demons became less and less dedicated to their roots, with the ranks of those believing in the continuation of the war dwindling. They instead split into various factions, all vying for control of the realm that had been made by the Creator as their eternal banishment. Zargon dedicated himself, instead, to research and experiments on trying to leave Hell.

Dark magic left behind from his master was discovered by humans, allowing them to summon demons into the world at large. This was the single largest breakthrough for Zargon, particularly when a friend of his, Aezophyl, was summoned. Other demons took up the opportunities to establish businesses. Zargon worked to twist everything that the humans did into freedom and power for demons, finally succeeding in tricking one human who had summoned Zargon (with thanks to a demon associate who brought up the name) to summon him with full powers and freedoms. Zargon promptly killed the human, established a long-standing link in the form of a family line, which still exists hidden today as a shunned family of witches, and was able to then move between the realms at will, without requiring summoning. He helped his friend in establishing that knowledge; a little ways after, all higher level demons learned how to do it.

He has since been looking for more ways to strengthen and expand the branches of his power in the mortal realm (namely, Waeldeshore), including a way to travel without needing to rely on often unreliable hosts. Lower end demons can compile their energies into a solid form easily, and angels have more control; but the nature of his power and the fact he has a lot more raw energy than most demons makes it difficult to keep it in a form that he personally has without it being plainly obvious that he is a demon. Depending on how much magic he uses, he can burn out his host quicker. If he used minimal magic then his host can last for roughly a month.

Other
-Hallowed ground is less effective with him; unless places are warded against him or protected by a high level angel he can enter such grounds, although it pains him to do so.
-His name is hated in the ranks of the angels and feared by many lower demons; higher level demons see him as a threat, especially the ones who don’t follow his dedication to the original leader. They tend to just barely lack the power to openly take him down, although a united front could take him out.
-His influence makes it difficult to hide from those who know how to identify demons, as it becomes immediately obvious the extent of his evil. All angels and demons can quite easily know what he is and in some cases who, with those trained to know how to find demons also being able to quickly identify his nature.

Aesophyl

Name: Aezophyl “The Pyromancer”

Race: Demon

Age: ~8000 years; energy is consolidated into his armor.

Gender: Male

Appearance

Him

Clothing/Armor: The armor that he always wears.

Weapons: A short, red tinted sword from which he often casts his fire spells, although it is not required.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Skills/Abilities
Mastery of Fire: He is capable of controlling fire and maneuvering it to his wishes, provided there is a good oxygen source and proper circumstances (fire is a bit hard to make outside in a thunderstorm, or in an icy plain).

Swordsman: He’s not the greatest swordsman to walk the realms, but years of experience and practice have made him quite good. Of course, he isn’t against cheating just a little with some fire...

Magic

The nature of his ability allows him to use fire in almost any way he wants, from casting fireballs, to lighting trees on fire, and to enchanting his sword to be on fire. He also can travel through fire without being harmed, and can actually absorb a little from it.

He has abandoned natural demon shifting to consolidate power in his other abilities. His nature is easily detected, although at a long distance it may not be obvious what he is due to his humanoid appearance. His demon form has been consolidated into his armor and without the armor, he is no more than a wrathful mass of energy that must return to Hell or dissolve rather painfully.

His energy comes from his demonic soul, the dark magics of which were first discovered in a forgotten realm by the very angel who caused the split in the first place between angels and what would become demons. His affinity with fire is a long perfected way of making his powers

Backstory
Near the end of the angelic civil war that had caused the creation of all demons, Aezophyl was a knight who was one of the few who had the dedication of one wholly given to the dark arts. Unfortunately, his power hardly matched angels in the field; a few battles later he was massacred along with the final warriors left in the mortal realm. He was one of the last to be sent to hell in the initial wave; it was extremely obvious how his soul was lost to darkness.

He started out as a mortal man, born into a family of knights; while the world was split in the largest war of history, he learned in relative comfort the art of war. This art he practiced for a long time, until he was finally called into battle.

He proved a worthy fighter, participating in raids against weakly defended angelic holdouts while being tutored by the angels who would become the first demons, including Zargon in his discreet way before banishment, in the dark magics that make up demons. When Aezophyl was killed, his soul had been modified in irreversible ways, with the purity of his soul being compromised. He was a liability to others almost due to his influences. He was quickly deemed too great a threat and sent as one of the last batch of souls to Hell to be locked up.

He was brought under the wing of Zargon and trained to be pretty much a weapon of destruction. In the couple thousand years of Hell’s isolation, he adopted a set of demon-forged armor as his host, sending all his energies into it. he gave up shifting to do this, but considering his rather weak comparison against other higher level angels, he needed the power he could get.

When dark magics were tapped into to open up loopholes into hell, summoning demons, he brought the developments to the attention of Zargon. When Zargon devised a spell to link the realms with souls, Aezophyl was the first test subject, and a successful one.

For the next couple thousand years, Aezophyl wandered the mountains, occasionally meeting the inhabitants of the world and promptly slaying small groups them, before being called back by Zargon to join a small army of those recruited to make a new, small force - one that would come into use by Jeltheor...

Other
-He is a bit stronger than the average middle class demon.
-His powers are focused and centralized; not very diverse. His strength comes in what he does best and focuses on, and that would be his armor form and the element fire..
-He is unpopular with any who would summon demons due to the fact that he does just about whatever he wants; he can chose if he wishes to be summoned in many circumstances (including all regular summoning spells) and he does not need to be summoned to walk the mortal realm.
-He isn’t hard to detect, considering he has given up his shifting ability in favor of a humanoid dark knight appearance. His best disguise is… not being in the area.
-He isn’t hard to pick up, even by those who normally wouldn’t notice a sign of demons, due to his disregard for shifting and therefore concealing his identity. Someone who doesn’t know the first thing about demons would have “demon” pop up in mind.
-He’s not very talkative. Mostly because he prefers burning things and causing chaos over words.
-He is a friend of Zargon, even with their somewhat contrasting personalities.

Kaephael

Name: Kaephael

Race: Fallen Angel

Age: Appears to be in his 30’s; in reality ~14000 years.

Gender: Male

Appearance

Him

Clothing/Armor:

Weapons: A long angelic spear; once a silver color, but now gray like the rest of him. Almost indestructable; capable of killing most angels, demons, and beings below. Specialized for use against the first demons.

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Skills/Abilities

Spearmaster: He does a very good job of fighting with his spear.

Angelic Power: Although “he’s no angel” by identity and what he has made himself as, he still retains most of his angelic powers. He is a demon by his thoughts, but not by the magics he uses.

Magic

Natural Angelic Abilities: Shifting from his pure light angel form to his human form, more strength and faster reflexes(even more so than a senior demon), limited “feel” for what others are generally thinking, silent teleportation (while calm), healing and exorcism (he can use his own powers to make those who are affiliated with the dark demonic magics be banished to Hell if they are not strong enough, although this is a bit of a process and not an instant thing).

He can be detected by others of angelic origin or by the rare few that are trained to detect angels.

He has not given himself up to the dark magics that are the blessings and curses of demons. Instead, he is a traitor who is inclined to sabotage the efforts of plans set in motion long ago by the Creator, who has remained ominously silent to his actions. This allows him to still draw on his angelic core for energy, which is supplied as a portion of the Creator, but in a dulled form. Not having the blessing of his realm, he and all that he is composed of has darkened into a duller gray as compared to the brightness he once had.

Backstory

An angel of a long history, he was best known in the early days as the intelligence commander of the Angels, who was very well respected by all of his kind. He was the one to expose his brother Zelglyphton’s total corruption and the one who saw that he was banished.

The result of his mission to catch he who now identifies as Zargon was that although he did his job, he slowly came to realize some of the forbidden merits that Zargon had stood for. He became cynical and less convinced. When the time came to what was expected to be a landslide judgement in favor of destroying Zargon, he alone convinced some others who were judging to vote in favor of casting him down as a fallen angel. This was not out of mercy; Kaephael was still fighting his internal battle and for whatever reason decided to keep Zargon around.

From that point on, he went downhill, becoming more distant. His legacy spoke much more often than he did, reclining in his chambers while attempting to make sense of the very things he was created to take for granted. This confusion, combined with what had then become the Creator’s longer than usual absence, led him to lose his purity. That was not missed by his seniors, the Archangels; who had for a time considered bringing Kaephael into their ranks.

Being confronted and tested, he proved to have lost all faith and in many cases knowledge of what the original ideals even were. Kaephael made no attempt to hide his growing disdain, eventually going so far as to investigate dark magics on his own terms. Or, to put it simply, to do the same thing (looking into the wrong sort of stuff...) that had caused the civil war of the angels in the first place.

He was, however, quickly discovered and put to trial. The proceedings were similar to Zargon’s trial, with him first denying things and then revealing just how badly he was gone. the Archangels preceded over the trial and ruled him to become a fallen angel, in the hopes that he would someday return to the flock. That never happened, of course…

In the mortal realm, he pretty much lurked in the shadows, consigning himself to bars while he thought wistfully about the course of the universe. Rumors of new troubles have led him to travel once more. He’s not sure what he wants, but it probably won’t end up being something good for folks, either…

Other

-He is hated or at least greatly distrusted by most angels for his tinkerings and treachery, even though he has not delved into dark magics for a long time.
-Zargon is his ultimate weak spot.
-He does not react kindly to other angels or those who are any way demonic.
-He has an unreasonable racism against gnomes.
-He knows a good variety of spells due to his seniority and wandering, both ones that he can use his own energies on and more traditional versions, such as the weave.

Minor Characters/NPC's/Other

Minor characters will be ones used really more as little plot devices to move things along or spice things up a bit, controlled by me but really more built to die off quickly.

NPC's I make can be taken over by anyone and usually consist of minor, less intelligent characters that will be marked appropriately in IC posts. I made them, but feel free to use them as long as it fits the info for them.

Many of these characters, such as Craxis and Grhesus, will operate in the background or for specific missions/quests. There is a chance of meeting them; if you want to I am sure I can arrange a "meeting" :P

Zargon's Assets

Grhesus

Middle Class Demon; Minor Character; In Play
A demon who was always on the lower end of angelic society in the old days, he is what some would refer to as "the slime of hell". To others, he is a useful recruiter when representing someone considerably more powerful than himself. His ability to convince others to follow the cause he represents, along with his low key nature being more powerful than the average lesser demon yet not too powerful to be easily detected, makes him one of Zargon's most useful allies.
-He is quite loyal to Zargon, and it would be difficult to convince him to betray his master.
-He's a medium level demon; not as powerful as Aezophyl but also powerful enough to easily battle a single strong human or lesser demon 1v1.
-Unless players somehow find his domain in hell; there is little chance that he will actually be interacted with by another player.
-In combat, he would have extra strength, faster reflexes and whatever physical advantages of his true form (if the time comes to post it). He would be resistant to normal human weapons and have greater endurance.
-He prefers using a human form for interaction.

Craxis

Upper Middle Class Demon; Minor Character; Not in Play
Craxis is a special case with demons, as his powers rely completely on his ability to drain the energies of others. His both advantage and disadvantage is the inability to make a completely physical form; so although he can do extreme damage when surrounding someone with his essence, he has difficulties using his will to move common objects. This he relys on his minions, the Hidden for. Some have called him "The Weakest Demon Lord", as although he is not quite as powerful as an upper class demon such as Zargon, his control over the Hidden, his reputation and his capabilities have made him an influential force and an asset in reserve should Zargon come under direct threat of having his plans disturbed.
-He is a half spirit entity. He is immune to physical objects but vulnerable to magic, particularly Angelic.
-He cannot assume a physical form.
-He can disperse himself in a way to look invisible while being spread out. One can tell if he is near by feeling drained, more quickly the longer he is around.
-His greatest power is sucking energy from someone. This ranges from their life force to magical force, or mana.
-Antimagic is less effective on him than it would be on others, and does reduced damage; however, real magic does do damage to him.
-When killed (aka, his energies either overloaded or his essence being banished), he is sent back into the Abyss, where he spends many years regenerating (more than the roleplay will probably cover).
-He will be brought into play as one of the later boss fights.

The Hidden

The collective name of a small group of long corrupted humans, the Hidden are a sect of around 100 zombie-like humans who can blend completely into shadows and become invisible, striking at their enemies or retrieving things that his master would be less able to do alone. Knowledge by humans of them is limited, and even by the Angels; only demons know that they at least exist, hence their name.
-Ambushers by nature. They can completely blend into darkness and become undetectable if not moving at all.
-Sunlight and fire burns them. Physical weapons are reduced in effectiveness; since they can just put themselves back together again, but magic is very damaging to them.
-They are souls trapped in an old human body, completely twisted towards the will of their master.
-If killed, their souls are freed and ascend, while their bodies collapse and undergo a quick decaying process that makes up for what they should have had happen. Basically, due to their age, they turn into dust when they die.

Nathayea

Lower Class Demon; Minor Character; Not in Play
A succubus of some renown, although considered by most to be a lower class demon. She was converted to being a demon from an once human soul by selling herself to the demon Craxis, but later breaking free of his will and becoming "independent" in hell - until Craxis brought up the old deal to Zargon, who had Grhesus threaten her with some "quality time" in Zargon's doman, long thought by many lesser demons to be the ultimate place of pain and irreversable soul damage apart from the Dungeons of Hell themselves. She serves unwillingly and continuously regrets her status, being degraded in her title to being below the normal status of lesser demons.
-She is weak even for lesser demons; Xusin could probably take her down in a straight fight.
-In life, she was a prostitute forced into the job by circumstance. Her deal, which she never wants to talk about, continued this extension of her occupation.
-Her use to Zargon's cause lies in her charms from life; she can make a very convincing human, although demons and the proper spells can easily see through it.
-Her "free spirit" nature is known in hell; what is less known is the rebinding of her soul to another master, this time Zargon. She would do anything to break from this spell and preferably kill him (not that she could possibly do that on her own).

Blood Knights (74)

Lower Class Demon, NPC In Battle, Not in Play
Warriors who were once brutal soldiers and most likely commited a massacre of some scale or another, or willingly participated in one. These knights are a bit stronger, wear demon armer and have a more unified purpose in Hell than they did in life. They are spread across the ranks, being bodyguard, mercenaries, grunt demon soldiers... just about anything that Hell needs.
-They are stronger versions of what they were in life.
-They are fully corrupted and have no thought as to right or wrong, only the desire to serve their leaders.
-They can be killed without much difficulty when ganged up on.
-They are resistant to the usual weapons, as they wear demon armor, but well placed hits and magic can take them out.
-Some lesser demons can disguise to look himan. These are the most grunt-like of the bunch and can't.
-There is a couple million of them in Hell; recruitment is easy.
-Angels can smite them on the spot by the dozen; even lower classed ones or ones that still have a bit of angelic matter left can smite small groups.
-When they are wounded, they bleed a lot more than a human should. The blood should not be touched by hand as it is toxic and a bit acidic; and they do not get weakened by the loss of this blood. That is in large part why they are called blood knights.
-They fight each other when on opposite ends of leaders with no hesitation.

Hellsouls (16)

Higher end Lower Class Demon; NPC in Battle; Not in Play
Souls stripped of their will, purity and other things by the Dungeons of Hell that are then sent out to be claimed by masters everywhere. They are immune to everything physical but particularly vunerable to magic, and especially banishing en-masse. They are, in a nutshell, a very useful distraction.
-They don't hurt too much physically but can drive someone insane with their screaming and all sorts of other ghastly noises that are ear-breaking sometimes.
-They can vanish, causing no noise while doing so and while vanished, and re-appear somewhere else (having moved faster in another plane of existance) noisy as ever.
-Characters quickly get the feeling of "do these things ever shut up?" No, they don't unless you get rid of them.
-They are stupid in intelligence, having no mind; only a soul and someone's will to send them somewhere.
-They can piss off demons, too; it's why Zargon keeps them in enchanted caves a long ways away from wherever he is.
-The sounds of these things provide the background noise in Hell.

Uridial the Posessor (spelled as preference)

Uridial has a long past in the mortal realm. Being an upper middle class demon, rivalling others such as Aezophyl, few in the mortal realm actually know his name, but most know his reputation. His fame has come from a sort of paradox - he hunts those who hunt his kind. This he has done for many years, eventually reaching the famed Orthell line and eliminating most within. It was the first time his plans were psoiled... and he ever urges for revenge.
-His reputation is the largest of all demons in the mortal realm, even being the subject of a few folktales. However, his name is a well kept secret known only by demons or those who have read through the contents of a forbidden book of demon summoning.
-He's a target for many demon hunters, but the truch is that they tend to paint themselves as targets. He controls someone they love or are associated with, and them eliminates the competition, causing great anguish in the process.
-He is not angel born; he was in fact corrupted by Craxis from an age old demon hunter's soul.
-His defeat was lucky; he was banished to hell, not the Abyss. The spell used did not send him back to the place where he would have to reforge energies to escape, but he may not be so lucky should there be a next time.
-He has a deep and bitter hatred of the Orthall line. He would love the opportunity to bring what's left of it down.

Okziathin

A middle class demon, angel born, he is an upper class Hellsoul who had attempted to attack hell with a small host of other angels who share his fate. he became the strongest of these souls, now serving to either annoy those around him with his banshee noises or sent to create some chaos on the mortal realm.
-He has all the traits of normal Hellsouls, but stronger and with less defined weaknesses.
-In the scheme of demons, he is in the lower middle.

Lastathon

Lastathon is an assassin by trade and one of the strongest Blood Knights by nature. he is unrivalled in combat, having slain entire armies division by division, although that may have to do with his demonic armor and weapon as well. He is the ultimate in hand to hand combat, and is typically sent to eliminate those who would make good Blood Knight candidates (ie, sending those that are marked to their new home faster).
-Attempts to fight him in melee are fruitless, because of his skill, extremely powerful armor and his ancient blade.
-He is vulnerable to enchanted arrows and the like. If you can shoot him fast enough.
-Non-enchanted attacks are fruitless. He is Angel Born with armor far stronger than, say, Aezophyl's.
-His power would put him at a high class demon, yet he is always willing to hire himself out to the best master who can "afford" him with some souls of his own.
-He is late game. Ie, you may not see him for weeks or months.

[Diabolic]

Cyprian

Name: Cyprian Lievremont

Race: Half Elf

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: Cyprian has mana streaks throughout his porcelain skin, they change color and intensity based on his overall usage of magic, it's purposes or frequency. He has short, messy, brown hair. though not visible mostly under his hood. He is tall, but built well for his size. Being a half elf, it is hard to notice because he was never born with signature elf ears, his nose or his chin are the only vague indicators.



Clothing/Armor: Thin underarmor, white or off-white tabards with a black or brown, sleeved mantle. His alignment will affect his gear as much as it affects his skin. His mantle is made of leather hide, it can protect against minor cuts and scrapes. The runes that decorate his armor will also protect him from minor magical damage, it will not however protect against magical weaponry anymore than it will defend against cuts.
Other: His magic mantle has a mind of its own, he can speak to and attempt to persuade Cyprian, but doesn't force him to do anything. His name is Seath.

Weapons: He typically uses a standard military sword, but can shape his clothing into weaponry and armor for short periods at a time, while he is recovering some of his magic the sword comes in handy.




Alignment: Neutral

Skills/Abilities: Being a magical tailor, he can craft, sew, and size clothing almost at will with the proper materials being close to him.

Magic: The runes that cover his gear give him the power to cast spells and use his abilities, he isn't completely powerless without them, but he cannot use spells in rapid succession, it could be potentially fatal or he may pass out. The most frequent form of magic that he uses is some kind of magical whip, or thread that he can use to grab enemies, throw things, or use to swipe at people. The thread like streams of mana protrude from various points on his body, from mana scars that decorate his skin, to the seams of his clothing. He can morph his clothing into a shield, sword, or armor. The armor ability only works for a couple second as to absorb a certain blow, and it is not impenetrable, he is unsure just how protective the armor is but so far has been able to block basic magics, and certain types of blades.

Backstory: Cyprian remembers almost nothing from his early life, his earliest memory in fact is a recent one, he woke up in a cabin. Perhaps his former home, perhaps not. Suppose he was completely plastered, or perhaps he was in a coma. Having remembered almost nothing except for his profession, tailoring, he continued to do so with his new freedom. He spend a couple years tailoring in a small town south of the Isle until it was being raided one night, the town's guards were few or had already been killed. He took up arms to protect a family in trouble, their house burning and they had been boarded up inside. Cyprian attacked the bandits, taking down one and then he was ambushed from all directions. One bandit swung an ax near his shoulder, he closed his eyes to accept his fate but after some seconds he felt nothing. He opened his eyes and the bandit had ran away scared, he turned around and noticed a man kneeled before him. The man suddenly slid apart in all direction as if a razor sharp net had been pulled over him. Cyprian fell to his knees suddenly as waves of magical threads and energy was absorbed into his body, filling him with vigor. His skin formed scars and veins all over, glowing with intensely. His tabard formed a mantle on his shoulders, hooded; it covered his face as well. Inside his armor, he heard a voice.

"I wake, and in mine I shall leave ruin" Cyprian fought the voice in his head, telling him to commit monstrous crimes, to finally feed his previously comatose magic. Threads of life unravel with touch, and a power to weave magical cloth and armor.

[Dragoknighte]

Durin

Name: Durin

Race: Dwarf

Age: 62

Gender: Male

Appearance: Durin is a giant, well giant for a Dwarf. Compared to humans he is still a bit short, but he stands at 5' 7" well over a head over most dwarves. Not only is Durin tall, he retains the stoutness of his kind, boasting muscular broad shoulders and hips so he ends up looking like something comparable to a brickhouse. A brickhouse covered in leather, that is. Durin's skin is thick, and carries both the texture and color of stretched hide. Faded scars can be found all over his body, most notably two thick bands of discolored skin right below his wrists and above his ankles. The dwarf, still being relatively young has thick, coarse red-brown hair, but he shaves his head, only sporting bushy eyebrows, a mustache kept in the Chevron styling (think Nick Offerman) and of course, body hair. Durin has lots of body hair, it's everywhere, on his back, on his arms and legs, but most notably on his chest and stomach. Being a dwarf, his arms and legs are short, but what they lack in length, they make up for in girth, being covered in thick muscle. Durin's somewhat unkempt hands and feet are also proportionally larger than a human's. The dwarf's face, while being rough, is not entriely unpleasant to look at with a hint of what could be called rugged handsomeness. Underneath his eyebrows and above his big, blocky nose are a pair of hard eyes the color iron ore.

Clothing/Armor: Durin prefers wearing simple garb, usually a tunic, some burlap pants and a good sturdy set of boots. When he wears armor, he prefers the heavy stuff. Durin, due to his body size and type is not the most agile fighter, so he doesn't mind the little bit of mobility he loses. However, this body type also makes it difficult for him to acquire armor he can actually use. Currently he is equipped with a steel helmet, a shirt of chain mail under a steel breastplate matched with a pair of iron gauntlets and greaves.

Weapons: Durin usually carries around a hatchet, usually to cut wood because that's part of his job and he has a knife in his pocket because it's just a useful thing to have around. When he's expecting combat, Durin breaks out his large(for dwarves) circular wooden (Several layers of hardwood bound together and reinforced with hide. Further reinforced with a steel bass (the center metal circle bump on the front) and rawhide wrapped around the edge) centergrip shield, a spear and keeps his hatchet at his hip for good measure.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Skills/Abilities: While most people find one or two weapons and stick with them, Durin is a generalist. He's learned how to fight with swords, knives, clubs, spears, axes, shields, bows, even flails and chains. His skills vary from weapon to weapon, but at the very least he's competant with most things he can get his hands on. Even without weapons Durin can be a very formidable opponent to both those armed and unarmed skilled in grappling, throws and locks. Even if he isn't as good with one weapon as his foe, he can easily switch to another weapon that exploits the weakness of his enemy's tactics.
Durin is unexpectedly good at escaping bindings. Rope can hold him for maybe half an hour at most, and chain shackles are something he can free himself from given a few hours left to his own devices.
Durin also is skilled at surviving in the wilderness. It's not a position he would want to return to, but he can do it.

Magic: N/A

Backstory: Durin never knew his father. He barely remembers what his mother looks like, and he has a feeling that his fuzzy memory might just be something he made up. A figure that isn't fuzzy is Durgar. Durgar is the most vivid person in Durin's mind from his early childhood because he was his slaver. Durgar was a human, a gangly thing really about 30 years old with one of his front teeth missing. And although he was a slaver, he was not a very good one, for Durin was his only slave, and he was never able to sell the dwarf off. Turns out nobody wanted a child dwarf from a shady, blading man. Not that Durin made it easy for Durgar to keep him, a watchful eye was always required for Durgar would constantly attempt escapes that only really failed because he was a child and couldn't think things out as well as his slave master could. Eventually, Durgar became fed up with his property and turned him over to an unground gladatorial pit.

Durin was in his (dwarf equivalent)preteens at the time, so he had to learn quickly. At this point, his giant size was starting to become evident, so through unexpected use of his raw physical prowess, he was able to win his first couple of matches that were originally framed as a slaughter. The powers in charge of the ring were amused at this kid managing to defeat warriors that should have had a simply time skewering him, and steadily began giving Durin tougher and tougher fights. During this period, Durin learned that the greatest strength one could have was adaptability. He tried to fight Durgar, but the pits had restraints he couldn't break, and enough men and security to make an escape run unfeasible. He went against all sorts of enemies with all sorts of equipment sets, so he had to learn to fight with anything against anyone. It wasn't pretty, but he learned well enough to make it through the fights by exploiting his available strengths and his opponents' weaknesses. When he was unarmed and had to fight a gladiator in full armor and weapons, he knew that his enemy would be overconfident in his weapons and armor, however, a sword can't cut when you're right next to its wielder, and armor can't protect your neck from being strangled.

Over the years, Durin learned the pit's layouts, its guards' schedules, and the guards themselves. He also learned how to break free of the shackles they had been using to keep him secure over nights. Durin had also just happened to have mastered a chokehold that can take out a man from behind and how to use it on taller opponents. One night on a New Moon he left, leaving behind him a trail of silent carnage.

The gladitorial pit had been located far out in the wilderness, so the next skill Durin had to learn with his finely hone adaptiveness was how to live out in the wild. A couple years later he had managed to locate a nearby city. The air was tense and people were bustling about more than he had remembered people being in his childhood. His language skills were rusty, but he managed to gather that a war was brewing. Keen to leave the wild behind him, Durin decided to put his skills to use and joined the army. As a soldier Durin was something of a loner. He didn't make many friends, and barely socialized, partly because he didn't know how and he didn't really like people. They had for the most part been monsters consumed by their own greed. Turns out war was not so much different from the pits. Long periods of waiting followed by brief moments of bloody combat, only this time, he was better equipped. It suited him.

Since the end of the war, Durin has made his living as a manual laborer. The work is difficult, but far less stressful than combat. And it pays pretty well. With his wages from the military and the money he saves from his frugal lifestyle, Durin has managed to buy a small house and enough armor and weapons to deal with emergency situations.

Kayleth

Name: Kayleth Liadon

Race: Elf (Drow/Snow mix)

Age: 173

Gender: Female

Appearance: Kayleth is about average height for an elf and a slender body type. Well slender might be putting it a bit generously. She's really skinny when you get down to it; however, she manages to pull it off. Her limbs are lithe and elegant, and her posture carries that same feeling of grace and regality with it. Kayleth inherited the skin color of her father, and both her parents had white hair, so the drow in her heritage is unidentifiable when phenotype is taken into acoount. Well, it would be, but her eyes are blood red. However, instead of giving away her mixed heritage, it mostly serves to make Kayleth look like an albino elf, which is fine by her. Kayleth's other facial features serve to match the rest of her body, long and elegant.

Clothing/Armor: Kayleth wears no armor, for she is no warrior. When working as a doctor, she wears a full body robe that is as white as freshly fallen snow. When off the job, she tends to wear simple, but elegant dresses that accentuate her femininity.

Weapons: Kayleth has a silver dagger that she keeps hidden on her for self defense.

Alignment: Lawful Good

Skills/Abilities: Kayleth is a very good people person. She is a very likable person, which is a skill in itself. She's an even more skilled liar, those who know her well cannot tell when she makes a fib. This has won her many a game of poker. Furthermore, she is highly knowledgeable about the biology of the various races, aiding her magic abilities and making her a very skilled medic on top of that.

Magic: Kayleth has access to blood magic, a little practiced art that could be considered one of the Dark Arts by those with a closed mind. Instead of drawing threads from the weave, the user fundamentally alters the properties of the Weave itself using blood as a medium. It works a lot slower than most conventional magics and is not suited to battle, being a ritualistic style of spellcasting with short ceremonies requiring hours of effort, but once the ritual has been completed, its effects are nigh unstoppable. Depending on the effect, different amounts and quality of blood is required. A minor luck or weather altering spell that takes effect in the near future would only require a few drops of any blood that can be acquired. A spell that would curse somebody's entire bloodline to doom and misfortune for the next 15 generations would require enough blood to fill a dragon. Old blood that has not been preserved through a special crystallization process is not fit to be used for blood magic, and the crystallized blood Is not as potent as fresh blood, making fresh blood preferred, but having pre-packaged stuff is always useful.

Backstory: Kayleth didn't have what you would call a normal childhood. Both her parents were part of a cult of demon worshippers that lived off in their own pocket of the wilderness, and she spent the majority of her early life learning the ancient art of blood magic. However, when she was 88 the cult ended up self destructing. They summoned a high caliber demon, and as payment for the service, he killed everyone present before leaving to further his own agenda. Kayleth barely avoided this fate by having been sent out to get supplies during the ceremony.

Since this incident, Kayleth has shed the indoctrination of her childhood and used her skills for good to become a highly skilled surgeon. She was always careful never to reveal her magic to anybody, she knew that if she did, she would be viewed with suspicion and mistrust. She also runs another healer's in Waeldeshore as a sort of competitor to Maria's. She is specialized in dealing more with injury than sickness, so it is not quite a direct competition.

[Tabitha Jade]

Jade Orthell

Name: Jade Orthell, Jade

Race: Human

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Appearance:

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The tattooes are (not as seen in pictures but are still in the same place) different passages, runes, and spells from ancient books to protect Jade when fighting things stronger then humans. Her hair is almost always tied in a pony tail but her bangs still fall into her eyes.



Clothing/Armor: Jade wears mostly soft leather that is held together by buckles. One can tell just by looking at her that the clothing is specially made and VERY expensive. Her top consists of a simple white cotton shirt that has the sleeves ripped off, over that is her tight leather vest that contains both visible and hidden pockets filled with small knives and small tools, these pockets aren't easily noticed unless one studies her clothing. Her pants are leather as well featuring a metal studded belt that is obviously specialty crafted, on her thighs are two large thigh holders for two long daggers. She wears leather boots up t her knees that are also featured with buckles and have spiked toes in order to deliver maximum kick damage. She wears leather braces with dense metal plating on her forearms to protection whilst using her own weapons as well as protecting against assailants attacks.

thigh holsters and belt

Weapons:

Daggers on thigh holsters

Dagger connected by chain

This particular weapon has been passed down though her family for hundreds of years. It only purpose is to bind and trap those not of the surface world and return them. It also allows her to go for the kill if necessary. The enchantment doesn't work without the correct chant for the right supernatural or other world/dimensional being.

Brass knuckles

have runes imbued upon them that help her pack a punch as well as subdue stronger then human entities.



Alignment: Neutral Good

Skills/Abilities: Jade is a purely combat person. Hand to hand and close range weapons are what she is best at. Long range is he greatest weakness for she is not very quick. Though when her weapons are in hand she is deadly accurate, weather with her daggers, her Kansa (the chained dagger) or throwing knives, or her brass knuckles, she can dominate a fight if she is able to use them in the correct fighting environment.

Magic: Only her Kansa, her brass knuckles and her tattooes have magical properties to them, and only aid in the subduing of stronger then human entities. She can not cast, but she does perform chants that ignite the ancient magic in her Kansa.

Backstory: The Orthell family is known for their long history of purification of unnatural and destructive entities from the world. Temples, schools and monuments have been resurrected in their name and are known nearly across the world. But a tragedy happened when Jade's father was alive, where a daemon (of GM's choice) sought to systematically destroy the Orthells by taking over the bodies of family members one at a time and killing entire families. Jade was 9 when her father succumbed to the daemon, having been locked in a binded cell for nearly all her life, his body finally gave out and the daemon broke free. Afraid, she ran to her parents room and hid in the trunk at the foot of their bed, terrified as she heard foot steps come closer and closer, a bright light lit up the trunk, and pressed against her arm was the family Kansa. Screaming, the Kansa imbued her first protective rune upon her left forearm just as the daemon (in her fathers body) opened the trunk and she stabbed him. Momentarily stunned, the daemon receeded slightly, and the fathers conscious came back to recite the words and caused the daemon to be sent back to the nether world.

Now 27 years old, Jade travels the world, trying to rid the world of the same types of creatures that killed her family and is the sole heir to the Orthell line. She has been in Waldeshore for nearly three weeks. Drinking, disturbing the peace, and trying to relax for a while. She has no idea why she is drawn to certain places...but usually...that uneasy feeling is usually unsurfaced in the form of a being that worse then her after 6 hours of drinking and 2 bar fights. Jade refuses to continue the Orthell line and is reluctant to become friends or get close to anyone due to her fear of a daemon overcoming another person she cares about.

[boomlover]

Name: Sir Robert Keteloven.

Race:human

Gender:Male

Age: 34

Appearence: Robert is two meters and has blue eye'sHe has a very strong body build and a really tiny butt. His skin is white but has darkend over the years. He has a giant scar over his left eye, and he has lost a part of his right ear. He Also has A tatoo of his family's crest on his right bicep. And as last but not least. He has long blond hair that reacties to his shoulders.


Clothing/armor: When not wearing his Armor. Wich is extreamly rare,because he really loves his armor. He wears a white Tunic And black pants, And very rich looking shoes. His armor is medium heavy . He has a Heavy black chest plate. And a medium sized helm Wich is also black. His arms and legs however are a diffrent story. because even though he protects his chest and head quit well. His Legs and armor have only light armor. Because Robert likes to have some movement. This does however makes his arms and legs less defended.

Weapons: He has a very mysterious broadsword wich is named heaven and hell. Its called that because sometimes the sword is sane. Wich is repensenting heaven. And sometimes the sword is completly insane. The sword however is inteligent. . He wears the sword on his back. Also only Robert can touch it if you do touch it you will lose a hand. Your hand will slowly turn to ashes and the longer you touch it the more youl lose.
Only Robert can talk with the sword using telepathy. The sword can also be very strong against magic. Although it really depends if its sane or not.


The sword has however a few very strong abilties. The user of the sword can sometimes move fastert and attack harder. The sword is also very strong against magic as in if Robert got a fire ball thrown his way. His sword could cut it in half.Now where is the big minus. It can be epic but it can also be completly and utterly useless. It becomes way to heavy. Or really duo.This is way Robert has a small knife with him in case his sword becomes drunk. His Knife is also very special to him since its his last reminder of his family since it bears his crest. Wich i will now show you.



Alignment: Chaotic This man loves to fight and party.But he isnt evil He is neutral just loves to kill loot and drink. Lots and lots of drinking.( seriously This guy could drink the whole night without passing out. )

Skills/Abilities: Robert Is a realy offensive fighter always attacking never planning. And while he can crush through his enemy,s it all depends on his giant sword. Because when it decides to get drunk well lets just say he only has his knife And his fists left. Speaking of fists Robert really has a punch literally. Because of his love for fighting he has been in countless bar fight usually punching his opponent to a pulp. As for any other things? well Robert has been expirimenting with brewing his own Wich can be very explosive. Sometimes he gets lucky and makes himself a molotov cocktail.
He a few skills one of wich is called TORNADO in wich he will spin around going through the enemy defences.
He also has a skill called BLACK HORIZON in wich he will go on a frenzy. Powerd by the sword itslef. However when the frenzy is done he will be in a weakend state. So he dislikes using it.

Magic: n/m

Backstory: From the outside Robert looks like an asshole wich he really is. But there is a reason why. FLASHBACK. When Robert was young he and his Family used to be a small noble house in a now destroyed kingdom. All was well until one day the kingdom was attacked bye demons and monsters. Robert 16 atThe time went to war with his brothers. Sadly he lost them all including his father who died in his arms.

His last words where, Be strong and be brave. Robert vowed to always uphold his fathers last wish hwoever when he returned home he wasnt ready for what would happen next. His home his family all dead slaughterd by monsters and deamons. when Robert searched the castle for anything all he could find where two things. One his personal knife. And two a weird looking sword that he had never seen before. It spoke to him And the two very quivkly developed some sort of weird bond. And so Robert went of to find his own fortune. He became a known monsterhunter and bounty hunter. And was granted the titel of knight when he saved two nobleman. The loss of his family however made him a heavy drinker. Because of this he would create trouble. he also has no respect for those who dont have strenght. He is however very loyal once you have proven your worth to him. You can do this by either defeating him or saving his ass. he also has a big weaksport about his family His work eveantualy drew him to Waeldeshore. But he has no idea what will happen when he arrives there.

[KazeXDZ]

Name: Siegfried Roanoke

Race: Human

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance: Rowan is a tall man with a average frame and a muscular build. He has one icey blue eyes as well as upper-back length, black, messy hair. He's a pale-skin with a deep tan and scars covering his torso and arms. The strangest thing about his appearance is the birthmark on his forehead which resembles a third eye, one which becomes more prominent when he is more enraged. The last notable piece to his appearance is a brand on his upper right arm which resembles a jagged swirl.

Clothing/Armor: He wears red, tattered pants, a leather belt, a red, tattered shirt, leather boots and a black, tattered cloak. Over his clothes, he wears thin armor over his feet, shins and knees as well as bracers and a light chainmail. Around his neck he wears a circular locket with an ornate celtic design, inside of which is a picture of him as a child and a girl with their names, Siegfried and Brynhildr, scratched into the inside opposite the picture.

Weapons: Rowan wields a long broadsword with nothing special about it other than its extended handle, allowing him to switch from single hand and two hand wielding styles, which he keeps sheathed on the side of his backpack. His only other weapon is some sort of eastern dagger (similar to a scimitar) that he keeps sheathed at his left hip.

Alignment: NG

Skills/Abilities: He's proficient with longswords and bigger blades but has trouble with new weapons at first. He learns quickly how to use weapons. Very proficient at hunting and fishing as well as other survival skills. He knows how to work a forge well as he repairs his broken weapons and tries to keep the others from breaking.

Magic: The branding on his arm magically calls monsters and demons to him. Because of the dragon blood in him,

Backstory: He doesn't know much about his history other than the fact he's always fought monsters, his name and the girl. However, this is only a small part of the man.

When he was young, Siegfried spent much of his time running around the little northern village he'd grown up in with his best friend, Brynhildr. Other children would pick on him because he was smaller than them. Because of Brynhildr, he became braver, stronger and bigger. When he became of age, his village was attacked by a dragon, Fafnir, which he battled and defeated, accidentally swallowing a bit of the beast's blood and covering his wounds. Since then, he's been wandering, fighting, surviving, honing his skills and defending the weak.