[CHAR] The Menace of the Slysari

[Ryka]

Name: Sayrin Mordun

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Class: Paladin

Job: Royal Guard, asked for the leadership role to take the group of adventurers to Mt. Daymon.

Weapon of choice: A long-sword, and a large steel square shield with the Royal Guards seal upon it. Crossing blood red scythes behind a dark purple skull.

Personality: Sayrin is blunt, to the point of being harsh, especially when it goes against the will of the gods. He is easy to approach, albeit gruff-looking, honest and caring about his men, or followers.

Background: Sayrin joined into the Emperor's militant forces at the age of 14, training himself harshly on a daily basis while communing with the gods even if he never got a reply. He slowly rose up the ranks until his 23rd year of life, where he caught wind of a scheme to assassinate the emperor, stopping it before the culprit could get the poison into the wine. After that moment he was assigned to the Royal Guard, and has faithfully been serving the Emperor, and the gods for another 9 years. Now at the ripe age of 32 he is built strong, and you can almost see the holy light emanating from him.

Other information: Sayrin can be seen every morning bowed in silent prayer to the gods.

[Haru Nyan]

Name: Mia Marquis

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Mia appears as a very young and cheerful looking teenager who stands at a petite 5'3", many people mistake her for a child at first glance. Having bright green eyes that show a glint of joy with every blink, atop her short peach-colored hair is a big magician's hat adorned with flowers. Her outfit consists of a sleeveless button-up dress with a frilly top decorated with a floral pattern and ends at the bottom with a big puffy skirt.

Her legs are covered with a pink pantyhose lined with various fruits to accentuate her already colorful attire, her feet are wearing purple frilled flats. Her hands are covered with long gloves that-with just a few more inches-reach her shoulders.

Her physique is nothing too noteworthy, being on the slight side of slim and as much as one would expect from a magic-user, not the most battle-ready body out there. If anything, her frail figure makes it easy for her to get hurt, but it does make it easy for her to dodge and move about with ease.

(For reference I used: http://www.zerochan.net/1876025)

Class: Wizard

Job: A traveling bard who has heard many stories of the plague, leading her to the area. She seeks fame and glory as she sets out to exterminate the plague...Hopefully.

Weapon of choice:
A wand that looks (as well as acts) like a musical baton. This dual-formed weapon changes which magic she uses. In its Wand form, she can call upon spirits from various tales and story books to aid her and her companions. Said companions all appear as small, cute and plush-like to an almost comedic degree, but the adorable critters can prove to be just as fearsome as their real counterparts, even with their watered-down abilities/weapons. But as one would expect from small bite-sized clones of their originals, it doesn't take much effort to temporarily destroy one of the buggers.

In Baton form, Mia can call upon various instruments from thin air to fulfill a more supportive role. She can orchestrate a battaglia that can inspire a fighting spirit to her allies, a requiem to soothe her friends and heal their wounds, an elegy to fill the minds of their foes with sudden thoughts of melancholy and dread, or she can simply rattle the eardrums of their adversaries by making said instruments play with deafening volumes ad nauseam. Of course, as the plays the musical piece she is left wide open as the effects slowly sink in.

Personality:
Bright, colorful and always in high spirits. Mia is a girl who is just oozing with happiness, a thing that she wishes to share with the others around her, it's a trait that people either love or hate. Despite this cheery personality however, belies a sensitive girl who hides her insecurities and problems behind one big smile.

Mia enjoys the company of others, so as long as they can show her a good time, appreciate a good laugh and not be a stuck-up jerk. If there is one big flaw she has, it's her childishness. Mia is one who isn't exactly the most mature teen out there, she's prone to sudden outbursts when she doesn't get what she wants, is disheartened when not everyone agrees with her and is overly excitable to the point of recklessness.

Background:
Born as an only child to a musician and a sorceress. Mia was always closer to her musically-inclined father and decided to follow in his footsteps of composition. At a young age, Mia could play various instruments that her father kept around. Violins, trumpets, drums, etc. When she picked it up, you could be sure that she'd perform like everyone was watching, this fancied her so much that she began to compose some of her own original works with the help of her father. Her mother, while disappointed that her daughter did not share her views in the arcane, was still proud of her nonetheless.

Eager to please her mother (as well as the masses), Mia had a sudden idea: "Why not use magic to make my performances prettier?!" With a little bit persistence, her mother managed to teach her the basics of summoning and illusions. When the day finally came for her big public debut, Mia got out her wand and in the middle of the marketplace...Performed like she never did before. Instruments forming out of thin air playing sweet melodies to the ears of the public, notes forming from the empty space she was in, vivid and vibrant colors that just exploded and set alight the marketplace and soon she was the center of attention. When it was all over, the rattled girl wasn't expecting a massive applause and demands for an encore. This little impromptu orchestra made her so happy and giddy, so much so that it became her reason to travel all over the land, eager to spread her uplifting performances everywhere.

[SomeoneSomewere]

Name: Talas Thassil

Race: elf

Gender: male

Appearance: Following the majority of his race, Talas is of a slim build, with a height of 5'7, small of height for his race. But the slimness hides the strength, stronger then most humans, his muscles defined but not large. He has no body hair, other then the hair on the top of his head, and none seems to grow because he never shaves. He prefers to wear lighter armor, to keep his normal sleep and not slow him down in the process. His chest plate has the royal symbol on it, and he wears a molten cloak that when drawn around him serves as a good camouflage. He has different color cloaks for different areas( Ex. Brown and green for forests, grasslands, and white and grey for arctic areas or snow in general). He wears bracers on his firearms, mail backed leather gloves, greaves, mail helping to cover his thighs.

Class: Ranger

Job: A member of the royal guard, but was assigned more to stick to the shadows and be the guard of the king that was out of sight.

Weapon of choice: elven bow with spells of strength and long lasting engraved upon it, as well as other spells to protect it from most enchantments.
Two elven short swords to be used when he is in close quarters, also having the spells to protect it from most enchantments.

Personality: Talas is relatively calm, and nearly a master at hiding his emotions. Those that know him best will be able to see the changes in emotions through his eyes, but otherwise he keeps a neutral expression. He finds that to be most useful in a variety of situation, no one really knowing what he was thinking and feeling. He is very focused, and seems to notice almost everything around him. He

Background: Due to his age, most of his past is lost to history, or unimportant enough to be of no mind. At some point during his lifetime, he became part of the Kings military, facing the opposite of being of a minor race, most of the military having been found to be humans. He pressed onwards, the higher leaders of the army finding a use of him. He had rouge like stealth, and it was often used to understand what potential enemies. Due to his ability to simply "disappear" he was kept near the commanders in the armies, almost the unknown protecter. His skills caught the attention of the King, and 10 years prior the King brought him to the Royal guard. He was the "unknown" member of the guard, kept in secret in the deep shadows behind and around the king's throne. He volunteered to go with Sayrin on the quest, hoping his skills and sharp shooting would be of use.

Other information: none as of this time.

[geminironin]

Name: Aeola Ithilwen


Race: Elf (Possible elemental ancestry)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Exceedingly slim, with pale skin, white hair and grey-blue eyes. Looks like she might literally blow away in a stiff breeze.
"It's just how I am. I forget to eat sometimes."

Class: Sorceress
Job: Wandering enchanter
Weapon of choice: Lightning magic, or an oak staff inlaid with Elven text in copper
"It's an old prayer, to call the rain. The copper is to catch the lightning it brings."

Personality: Aeola seems to be halfway in a dream most of the time. Unless something demands her focus, she drifts off into thought. When something does catch her interest, however, she proves to be very lively and quick-witted.
"Hm? I was watching the clouds. There's something about the way the moon lights them up."

Background: "There's nothing there I care to tell. I've wandered the roads and forest paths for centuries now, and I see no reason to stop."

Other information: Aeola keeps a screech owl named Palantiriel ("Pala" for short) as a pet/ traveling companion.
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[Rubix]

Name: Samuel (Sam) Arvarell

Race: Human

Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'1", lean with slender shoulders, olive skinned, green eyed, medium length black hair parted in the centre. Usually wears lightweight leather armour for mobility.

Class: Rogue

Job: Formerly employed as spymaster by the Lord of a sizable estate, until he was caught with the nobleman's wife, when his natural affinity for stealth came in handy escaping the Lord's guards...

Weapon of choice: Shortsword, however is proficient with daggers and small axes as well.

Personality: Smooth talker, strongly opinionated, sometimes too much so for his own good. His front of confidence verging on stupidity belies his quick mind and equally quick sword arm.

Background: Born a measly washerwoman's son, he never found out who his father was, he did however find out at a young age that spying and secrets were not only something that came naturally to him, but were a way out of poverty.

Edit: Forgot to mention an age, for the record it's 27.

[SuperTacticalDerp]

Name: Brother Vas, of The New Order

Race: Human
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Class: Cleric

Job: Spiritual Adviser

Weapon/Magical Abilities:

- Silver Dagger: A sharp ceremonial blade for the use of holy rituals or cutting through the hearts of men or demons. Religious symbols cover the blade's entire surface.

- "Sight Beyond Sight. Sense Beyond Sense.": Heightened and evolved senses reaching from the norm to the paranormal. Even without eyes to bare sight, Brother Vas can see more then the average man.

- Healing Aura: A spell of pure holy energy to cleanse those wounded and begin the natural healing process. Will not restore a man to his full strength, but get them up and moving so they they may fight another day.

- Sacred Fire: A small fire spell known by all in The New Order as a defensive measure. The flames cannot burn mortals of pure souls, only harming beasts of a dark brood.

- Light of The Followers: A summoned orb of pure light that can illuminate the darkest depths. An ability meant to aid his fellow travelers then himself.

Personality:

Brother Vas is a more relaxed follower of scriptures, a kind soul who sees the gateway to the afterlife not in promises, but in action. The holy man is seen as a constant of charity and service to his fellow man. He is the type of holy man to sit a man down and drink them both under the table if it meant helping a poor soul through a rotten day. Outside of The New Order, Brother Vas is often found in crowded places speaking amongst every form of man, woman, or child. One's wealth, land, or privilege does not concern him, as all should be truly born equal.

Background:

Brother Vas has spoken little of his past. Most followers of the gods know only that on day, after a great rainstorm had poured down upon the capital city, Vas was found at the front steps of The First Temple of The New Order. The sun arose from almost a week of harsh rain to shine down on a man with no eyes, the scars of some dark thing still ripped into his face. The Order took him in, healing his wounds and teaching him of their ways. Brother Vas found that he was quite adept at the holy arts, healing his face beyond anything any other follower could achieve.

Brother Vas swore from then on to be at the service to any in need, a sentinel for the pure. He trained for years onward, learning many skills and values to teach others. He also swore to never take away anyone's ability to choose, believing that everyone deserved to follow their own paths to enlightenment. His reputation has spread throughout the land, making him an obvious choice to trek along with others to investigate the Slysari threat.

Other Information:

- Being technically blind may lead to some awkward IC situations, so please have fun with it!

- Brother Vas is a holy man in every sense, but sometimes a holy man must live a little outside the norm to still feel alive. Love, drink, and a little personal satisfaction is not forbidden by The New Order, just asked to be kept in good moderation.

- Being able to see without sight and sense without senses may lead to some meta moments where Brother Vas will know someone's name or tell if someone is trying to get behind him. Only beings of darkness beyond the control of gods can really get the better of him, as they seem fuzzy and hard to see. If this isn't acceptable, we could all probably work something out without this being OP or breaking the game.

[Heinrich]

Name: Heath of Dailor

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Appearance

Heath does not seem a person one would call large or strong, or swift at that matter. He is somewhat muscular, though not exceptionally, about 6 feet tall. He wears his shorter than shoulder length hair loose and has a short boxed beard. Both his hair and beard are dark-brown, yet the colour seems somewhat lighter due to constant exposure to dust, Sun and rain on the road. Heath's eyes are of greenish shade.
Usually seen with his heavily-worn armor, which has no banner or other distinctive features. You would not call it heavy armor as he only wears a breastplate with leather pants, boots and gloves. Heath's travel cloak, that covers his back and shoulders, is probably his least worn item.

Class: Fighter/Warrior

Job: A poor wandering self-proclaimed knight

Weapon of choice: Sword that he handles with exceptional care. Has a bunch of daggers hidden in his clothing, because that's how a wanderer lives on.

Personality: Heath is silent, yet he hears and remembers most of what people talk around. He is not easily set off and rarely does he help others, unless that furthers his interests. Most of the time, he tries to use wit over force, though is not reluctant to use either. His look is that of an uncertain and a sad man, yet behind his eyes hides a highly pragmatic, sometimes cruel even, person. He values result and is prepared for sacrifices in order to achieve what he aspires. His whole "philosophy" is built on him spending most of his life on the road. If he has a certain trait that he never lost from his young days its his stubbornness.

Background: Heath was a thirdborn to a castellan of his hometown Dailor. Being a thirdborn he had neither the chances to marry into the local lord's family nor inherit any of his father's titles or wealth on his passing. Thus he aspired to be a knight and join one of the noble and respected orders as would be any boy's dream. He studied many things on his father's behest, learned to write and read, the art of swordsmanship, tactics and a couple of other things, however this life went to an abrupt end when bandits ambushed the castellan's family travelling to their summer residence. Heath does not know much of what happened to his family, since he was abducted by the bandits on their retreat. Heath was thirteen years old by then. Spending a couple of months as their prisoner and seeing that his father was not even trying to pursue the bandits, he managed to talk himself into the band and eventually became not their prisoner but a member. As it is with bands of outlaws, some of them desert, some of them die; eventually, 9 years after his abduction, all of them parted their ways.
Heath continued to travel the world, having looted some decent-looking gear and sharpening his swordsmanship throughout the years on road. He would usually pass himself of as a poor knight, although he was never actually knighted. He lived off by protecting caravans, travelers, scavenging and other not-so-noble deeds.

Other information: Heath considers talking himself into the outlaw band one of the greater achievements of his, not only because that most likely saved his life, but also because because his stubbornness would have never let him return to Dailor, since his father had not seemed to put much effort in finding him.
As of now he is 24 years old.

[Scoutas]

Name: Tobias
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Appearance

Tobias is a tall fellow, he‘s around 6 feet 8 inches in height. He‘s got wide shoulders and a big, muscular build. There is one huge scar, from the back of his neck, to the bottom of his back.

He prefers bulky and big armors for traveling, but he does get into cloth robes for various rituals and healing procedures.
While being somewhere in the middle of the time of his life, he still moves around and lives as if he has just hit his adulthood.
Class: Cleric
Job: A wanderer. He used to lead a mercenary company called Water Ambers.
Weapon of choice:

• Sword of the Water Ambers – During the time, Tobias led the mercenary company, they had swords made specifically for them. They have runic engravements, without runic power imbuement. The sword itself is a light, medium length claymore.

• A Scythe “Silence” of the Water Ambers – The only scythe that has been made for the Water Ambers and used only by Tobias. This scythe was made by the best blacksmiths and mages around. It’s imbued with magical powers, which makes flora die and decay, and flesh to be destroyed. At this point in the story, the scythe has been lost.

Personality: Calm and collected, rational most of the time. Because of this, he can make decisions when other people might be doubting, and take all the consequences onto himself. A thinker, not a talker. He’d rather stay silent and wonder about the situation by himself, rather than involve himself in conversations. He will, if he has no other choice or the situation require him to speak.

While it might not seem so from the beginning, but Tobias is empathic and he enjoys helping other people around him, even if he doesn’t express himself and his joy too much. Being taught by the clerics from the young age he has taken in their virtues and while not necessarily holding up to them himself at this point, he tries to spread the words of the clerics to the world.

Background: Tobias is an orphan. He was left by the gates of an orphanage almost right after he was born, without a single note on him. No-one knows who put him by the gates, nobody has seen him being given away. His parentage is lost to everyone.

In his youngsts, he has shown a particular interest in reading and learning, especially in botany and medicine. He was the only boy that tended the gardens around the orphanage and even if he was made fun of by other boys in the orphanage, he kept at it. “The gardens had never looked better!” he heard people say and that was enough praise for him to stay focused on his work.

In his teens, he usually got into fights with other orphans because of his botanical work, and he lost most of the times, because other boys were just stronger than him, as he was rather slim. Because of this, he decided to work not only on his mind, but on his body as well. He figured there had to be a balance between those two powers. With time, he got a little bulkier and a little bit stronger and once he started to win the fights other orphans initiated.

And just like that, working on the gardens, reading and studying the worlds around him and training he has reached his adulthood. He left the orphanage and sought the knowledge of the clerics and joined their order. There, he has learned the arts of healing the world around him, both living and non-living. Cleansing the lands of evil and curses, restoring life to plants and wildlife. His studies didn’t go for long, because after around seven or eight years he suddenly disappeared from the order. No-one but Tobias knows why he deflected and ran away.

The fear was, that he’s going to use his knowledge for wrongdoing, and while Tobias himself didn’t think that what he was doing was bad, his reputation got worse between the clerics. On the other hand, the mercenaries and wanderers, who didn’t have a place in a world started to look up to him. He was Father Tobias of the mercenary company the Water Ambers.

Water Ambers were different from other companies. Where most of the companies were ruthless and uncontrollable, the Water Ambers were complete opposite. They did everything calmly, they finished their tasks and never took more than what was promised. To become an Amber one had to go through a trial put up by the Father Tobias and he chose who was worthy and who wasn’t, which is why the Water Ambers were so orderly.

The Water Ambers were one of the best and most popular mercenary company around, they even had a House of the Ambers set up in one of the bigger cities. They had smiths and tailors working for them, making armors of weapons for them. It almost had become a full-blown branch of religion.
But as suddenly as they had appeared, just as suddenly they disappeared. Rumors were going around that it was destroyed internally and the order that the company once had was destroyed and beyond restoration. But those were rumors and no-one really know what has happened.

After this, Tobias went out into the world to wander and help people in need.
Other information: The biography is what is known about Tobias life from other people. A huge part of his life and motivations are shrouded in mystery that only he knows.