[CHAR] Plague-Hunters 2

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Sapphire Amaryllis

Appearance

Appearance:

Name: Sapphire Amaryllis
Nicknames: Ms. Falcate
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:
Sapphire is of a surprisingly small stature considering her age and people often assume she is younger based on that. The color of her eyes is purple and oddly enough her natural hair color is a dark blue.
She is often seen wearing a long hooded cloak, while typically wearing various garments underneath.
She also has a symbol/mark to the lower right of her belly button since birth. She has yet to discover the meaning of it but it is unlike any ordinary birth mark.

The Mark

Bio:
Sapphire grew up never knowing who her parents were. She spent most of her childhood under the care of Helga, an elven maid. Sapphire had very few friends as she always gave off this odd vibe making everyone around her feel uncomfortable. Something was off around her, and everyone knew it except herself. The few people to whom she revealed her mark were immediately frightened by it, never knowing themselves why that was so.

At the age of 13 Helga disappeared without a trace. This time, with Helga gone, she was truly alone. As result she had to spend most of her time on the streets.
She was constantly shunned by people around her being forced to live near the edges of cities where the chance of Sickened attacks were fairly high. It was either through incredible cleverness or simply sheer luck that she survived for so long without losing her life or being infected with the Beast-Plague.

Most of the money she made for a living came from small errands she ran, most times putting her in even more danger than she previously was, often having to journey between towns.
Sapphire eventually enrolled in the Beast Hunters Guild at the age of 21 and began training under Joshua. She didn’t have any particularly out-standing skills and she couldn’t master any weapon to such the degree the she could call it a preferred weapon of choice. As result her not being able to specialize with any weapon, the combat prowess she possessed could only be described as subpar at best.
Despite all this Joshua persisted and never gave up on her, continuing to train her at the best of his abilities.

Personality:
Having spent most of her life shunned by people and alone, Sapphire grew bitter with the world and slipped into a depression.
She is rather reclusive, preferring to spend her time alone and therefore has a hard time getting close to people. Despite that she can get attached to people who place their faith in her, similarly to how Joshua did so. Granting that she has quick mind and knack for strategy, she often can’t keep her cool in combat to put that to good use as she lacks the confidence necessary.
Sapphire lately finds herself caring less and less about anything and everything that happens around, occasionally seeming almost aloof.

Weapons: She has a kris which she believes to have originated from one of her parents and as such she holds great sentimental value for it.

Her main weapon is the Falcate Moon. It is a double bladed scythe. One of the two blades can also be removed and attached to the other end of the pole while the other one can be straightened out essentially resulting in a double-ended glaive. Additionally the pole has a holster for her kris.

Strengths:
- Exceptional sense of hearing
- Ability to strategize well
- Good cook
- Bargaining Skills
- Skilled at blending in and not being noticed

Weaknesses:
- Social anxiety
- Emotionally unstable
- Occasionally careless on purpose
- Acute fear of a few particular creatures plagued by the blight

Abilities:
Exicus:
- Turn Familiar (taught by Joshua)
Familar: An Eagle approximately twice the size of Sapphire herself. It has unusually redish feathers which is why Sapphire named her Ruby. It just large enough to able to carry Sapphire around if necessary, making travel much easier, especially if the terrain isn't passable by foot.
- Paralysis Paper (aquired from an enchanter): Weapons can be imbued with a dust like substance that causes paralysis when coming in contact with living targets.

Vitae:
- Air Burst: Creates short pressure waves capable of hurling objects at considerable speed, but the more force applied the more exponentially draining it is on the mana reserves.
- Latent Mark Abilities.

[Eklispe]

Alex

Name: Alexander Skyglory

Nicknames: Alex, Sky

Race: Elf

Age 19

Apperance: Alexander stands taller than a standard human at nearly 6 feet. His skin is well tanned and he boasts muscles that, while not bodybuilder, certainly are enough to warrant attention. His eyes are, as typical of elves, a pleasant shade of green. His normal clothing is loose dull clothing filled with pockets, while underneath he is protected by normal leather armor. Nothing extravagant but enough to protect him from a stray slash. His hair is a boring shade of brown, most similar to forest earth. He bears scars on the backs of both hands as well as an earring in his left ear.

History

Biography

Alexander grew up in what was a stranded home, though no doubt all children think the same of their homes. Both of his parents were elven and they lived in a small village where other races were a rarity, mostly in the way of travelers. His mother, Agrona, was a hunter and when she was home often spent time with Alexander tutoring him. However most of her time was spent making sure that nothing dangerous made it to the village, along with two other hunters in the village, though they rarely found anything of concern. Though more often than not the role of teaching Alexander was given to his father, Soitos. Soitos never had the same taste for adventure and combat that his mother had, preferring the quill to the sword, though he had a masterful knowledge of Vitae. Of course Alexander was to follow in his mother's footsteps, though it was a dangerous trade it was respected one, a tradition, and more than that necessary for the village's survival.

From his mother Alexander learned how to be tough, how to take a hit, and how to never stop moving forward. His dad taught him everything else, his basic schooling, how to act, and his knowledge of Vitae and the finer arts of the hunter's trade. Though much to his father's chagrin Alexander never had a head for potions, anything beyond absolute basics such as how to not poison yourself went over his head, it just seemed he could never remember any of it. His father always worried about Agrona and her, in his view, reckless job. The thing that worried him most was that she would become infected. How fatefully ironic that it was instead Alexander's father that suffered that fate.

Agrona was taking Alexander on a small field trip, and of course doing a little training mixed with fun along the way. Soitos had been feeling under the weather for several days and had waved them on ahead insisting that he would stay home and not ruin their fun. Although worried they none the less complied deciding they would spend some quality time with him afterwards. While they were out however they heard a distinct tolling sound of a bell from the village. Agorna's face paled and she grabbed Alexander's hand dragging him forcibly to the village not saying a word. When they arrived they found half the village in flames. Hopelessly worried that the bell had been rung his mom rushed to help while ordering Alexander to stay hidden and wait for someone to come back. The bell was only to be rung when an infected was near or worse, in the village. Nearly a full day passed and Alexander waited, confident that his mother would return. As night fell and it began to get cold, and the flames were dieing down, and the sounds of battle had ceased, Alexander cautiously made his way into the destroyed buildings.

He arrived at the center of town to find a scene of carnage, at the center of it his mother, her star-metal Naginata stuck through the heart of a of a giant monster, both of their bodies slowly immolating. Nearby he recognized the body of another hunter, and finally he saw Archimond., the 3rd and last hunter of the village sitting on the ground panting, bleeding and scorched. When Archimond saw Alexander he gave a sigh of that was mixed parts relief and regret. "At least one of you lived." he managed to get out. "What do you mean?" Alexander asked in a trembling voice, somehow avoiding looking at the scene in the middle of the square. The man coughed up a bit of blood, "Urk, do me a favor kid, you know that bell at the town hall? The biggest building? Ring it for me." Alexander obediently did just that and came back, to see the townspeople slowly creeping back in.

The hunter, Archimond, was getting taken care of by the elder. Alexander arrived and stood there silently until the elder noticed him. "Oh my boy, I'm so sorry." he said tearfully. Scared Alexander waited patiently for an explanation of where his father was. Once his father got back he would fix everything. Archimond spoke up clearly in pain, "Don't bother sugar-coating it." before laying his head back down to rest. The elder sighed, "No I suppose we're past that point. Alexander your father... he became infected and his knowledge of Vitae was... destructive. From what Archimond told me your mother died making sure that no more harm was done." Alexander stood in shock fully realizing what had happened. He was orphaned.

Several days passed, Alexander helped with rebuilding as best he could and was adopted by what remained of the town. Elves not being prone to having as many children as humans due to their longevity, Alexander was at the time, the only child in the village. In what remained of his home it was found a Naginata with a silver blade that appeared to have been handcrafted by his mother, the words, "with love" were etched into the wood. Next to it was found a book that held several spells and how to practice them as well as basic alchemy notes listed. It was titled, "Moving Forward". Alexander of course became reclusive, rarely spending time in town, mostly found poring over the book his father had left him or training to use his Naginata.

After some time when the town was what passably stable Archimond revealed that Alexander's mother had planned to send him off to the legendary Fae hunter Michael for training. No doubt the gifts they found were going away presents. It was agreed that sending Alexander alone was to dangerous and sending Archimond with him would leave the village too vulnerable, as it was they only had one able hunter. Alexander took the choice into his own hands and left in the middle of the night, with a horse, his Naginata, his book, and a traveling pack. He found Michael on his own, though not without some difficulty, and was a hunter in training for nearly a month before he was ready to acquire a familiar.

Personality: Unusual for an elf Alexander can be Headstrong at times, jumping in without fully thinking things through. He tends to take responsibility for a lot of things even those that aren't his fault. Can get a do or die attitude into his head that can lead to him not giving up on things when he should.

Strengths
-Tactical mind.
-Balanced mix of strength and speed.
-Can quickly use Viate

Weaknesses
-Tends to either overthink or under-think things
-Can be overwhelmed by chaotic scenes

Weapons:
Switch-weapon(A naginata that can fire the head in a shotgun-like burst of shards, the shards can be retracted via strings),
-Hand crossbow,
-Two boot knives.
-Looted shotgun.

Spells/Runes

Exicus:
Turn Familiar:
-Larion is a horse sized lizard with a serpentine body, six legs, and very large 'plates' on its' back. It is always hungry, very protective, but not all that smart on its own.

Viate:
-Flare: Alex can create a small bright light that is blinding in close quarters, much like a lighting bolt it is a flash rather than a sustained light source.

Primary Skills:
-Efficient use of his weapon in combat and using his hand-crossbow, knives, and flare to gain the advantage.
-Some Viate knowledge

Secondary Skills
-Prestidigitation(Magic tricks)
-Tracking
-Fletching

[M127]

Iṃgor Ẹrësîng (CS)

Name: Iṃgor Ẹrësîng
Backstory:

Iṃgor Ẹrësîng, the son of his father Ūilrïăm Ẹrësîng, is only half an elf; his mother Ingrid Dahere is a human.
The Ẹrësîng family was a traditional elven merchant family in the port-town of Łėtŧætụŋe, where Ūilrïăm also first met Ingrid.
Their so called 'impure' relationship was shunned, although Ẹrësîng never was a noble family. Iṃgor was born into these circumstances.
He already was targeted at a young age, but his parents wouldn't allow that to happen on their watch. His mother, Ingrid, gave him a necklace she acquired on one of her journeys to distant trade centers. It was a rune to shield oneself from spells and the lasting effects some of them had. His father thought more tactically, if Iṃgor never runs into an attacker, he will never be attacked. As such, he tought him a spell, with which he can track any attackers, and other things if required. Time passed, while Iṃgor grew up, so did some purist movement gain strength, little by little. Eventually, it was clear, that he had to leave the town, which's trade was now slowly dying. His mother taught him how to cook and which common plants and fungi are edible, so he would not starve in the wilderness, if he'd not find a new home quickly enough. This included a spell to ignite small fires. His father taught him how to use a bow, how to make the correct baits for which animals, and how to hunt and defend himself against animals.

Personality:

• usually observes instead of interacting with a situation

Weapons:

• Bow&arrow
• Knife
• Crosspic(switch weapon)
  • Picaxe(with the addition of a chain attached to the free end of the handle; both ends are pointy)
  • Crossbow[created by disconnecting a part of the picaxe-head from the reast of the picaxe-head]

Spells/Runes:

• Exicus
  • Turn familiar (useless, due to already being used)
  • Minimal personal shield

    weak shield around the char, protects against magic attacks, reduces duration of lasting effects of spells
    (necklace, char is unaware of it and thinks the necklace is simply a good-luck-charm)
  • Delay

    when applied to another exicus spell, delays its activation by a set number of seconds.
    (acquired from merchant in PH1)
  • Vitae Range Enhancement

    Increases the range of vitae spells cast wile standing within the rune by set amount. Has the same effect if used as a tatoo.
    (acquired from merchant in PH1, the secondary option to tatoo the rune is unknown to the char)
  • Ignite when ordered

    Ignites when ordered to. The order is issued by flicking whatever object the rune is on.
    (copied from a sword dropped by an enemy in PH1)
• Vitae
  • Minimal levitation

    applies a force of up to 5N (counteracts the gravitational force of 0.5kg) on an object. The direction of the force can be freely chosen
  • Minimal sparks

    creates sparks. Due to its weakness, only useful to ignite small fires, e.g. a campfire.
  • Minor conditional tracking

    tracks targets meeting specific mentally set conditions, does not differentiate between the individual targets. The target's relative location is displayed in the user's eyes, alongside a rough map of the area. range depends on the amount of mana used, generally a few hundred meters

Primary skills:

• standard usage and maintenance of bow and arrow
• basic vitae knowledge

Secondary skills:

• basic knowledge of discerning edible from inedble plants and fungi
• cooking
• basic carnivore diet knowledge (for preparing effective baits)

[Mcmolly]

Willo Luelle

Willo Luelle

Race
Half-Harpy

Age
20

Appearance
Spindly with many sharp features, Willo appears very outwardly human, with few if any notable, visible traits denoting her heritage. She’s just below average height, with short-chopped black hair (which bears a crimson streak running the side) and wide, green eyes that hold far more innocence than one in her profession deserves.

Her outfit is fairly standard for a hunter, with a few personal touches added over time. Her coat is bound tight at the waist by a sash, and upon the garment as a whole are a very faint series of words that one might strain to see in anything less than bright light. They have no correlation with each other, and generally seem nonsensical, forming no sentences. She actively refuses to discuss their meaning.

Perhaps the most important thing to note about Willo is that she drew the short end of the genetic stick, so to speak. While not showing any outward signs of her Harpy blood, the truth is she has very avian bones. Lacking the density of a human’s (though not quite hollow and brittle), she is featherlike as a result, and cannot sustain much trauma compared to others.

Biography
Willo was born in Straneyeth to human parents, who themselves had Harpy elders in their genepool. Her mother had brilliant wings, while her father had sharp talons, and so when she was born they were both surprised to see no traces of their ancestry at all. It did not take long for them to realize the frail nature of their daughter, and so they sheltered. Never allowed outside, never allowed to roughhouse, never allowed to get too hyper in fear of the danger she might cause.

This worked for roughly nine years, at which point the girl had developed quite the devilish personality. One night she ran from home, and her parents spent a good hour chasing their surprisingly swift daughter. When they caught her, it became apparent that, while frail, she was not weak.

From then on, her hunter father and alchemist mother expanded her teachings to far more interesting things. She learned to craft a myriad of poultices and salves, and how to wield a weapon in such a way that it’s weight and momentum could be used as a benefit (though the star-metal later removed that risk). By the time she was budding on womanhood, the girl was a practiced fighter, prided by both her parents and the town in which she lived.

It was also during this time that the plague struck her home.

What happened in this brief blotch in history is unknown, but in the end only Willo and her father emerged. The latter quickly went into seclusion, a veritable hermit by current times, but Willo turned her focus almost immediately to the guild, an unsettling conviction driving her.

Personality
Outgoing and generally cheerful, Willo believes that if she keeps a smile on her face it will make it easier for others to smile too. Happiness to her is an unfortunately rare commodity in the plague-times, but that doesn’t stop her from making light of nearly every situation, and this goes to a fault. She’s used to people telling her to shut up when she makes an ill-timed joke, though it’s quite hard to hurt her feelings, and she understands that sometimes laughter isn’t the best medicine.

That said, it’s rare to catch Willo in a serious mood, mostly because she hates being the downer. The flipside to being the cheerful creature she is, is that it’s quite an easy tell when something’s amiss with her: just look for the absence of a smile.

Lastly, while not explicitly hateful towards the people of Kiruth, a traditional Straneyeth upbringing has left her somewhat cynical of their abilities. Of course this normally just comes off as playful ribbing, and she doesn’t think she could ever hate someone simply because of where they’re from.

Strengths
Willo has two major things going for her: she’s very fast, and very agile. In combat her fighting style focuses almost entirely around close-range skirmishing, striking when optimal and dodging instead of blocking whenever possible. She’s fond of using the environment to her advantage, and can often be seen scaling walls/buildings/anything taller than her because if it didn’t want to be climbed on it shouldn’t have been tall. As well, a pension for utilizing this technique on larger opponents, and a general gutsy up-close style lead to some viewing her as fearless. The connotations of this come in a variety of good and bad colors.

Weaknesses
What Willo has in speed, she severely lacks in strength. Due to the reduced density of her bones, most if not all of her strikes lack a necessary “oomph” to get the intended job done. While the “assisting” abilities of her weapon help to cover this weakness a bit, should she be disarmed there is little she can do besides avoid her opponent.

Weapons

~Cinderwill~

A fairly basic design, the standard form consists of a long, curved handle and blade. Upon twisting a segment of the handle, it extends to staff-length, while the blade snaps down to form a long axe.

Due to Willo’s lack of physical strength, she often has trouble slicing far into or through beasts on her own. To compensate, the edges of the blade have been inlaid with a highly flammable, slow to burn substance that, upon ignition, effectively super-heats the metal and allows for her to carve through flesh and bone with standard and relative ease. On the pommel of the weapon’s handle is a trigger, which must be struck (i.e. on the ground/wall/etc…”) to heat the blade.

While there is no active fire emanating outward, the edges are red-hot, and sparks/flares can emit from contact with hard surfaces.

When not in active use, Cinderwill is kept in a fat, rectangular sheathe on her back, and in cases where she fears she might lose hold of it, there is a thin link she can bind to her wrist from the handle. While not a full-proof plan, it’s better than potentially being disarmed and effectively useless.

Vitae Spells

--Flitter--

The edges of Willo's form become obscured, and her movements –particularly dashes—are done in quick wisps of black smoke. This effectively makes her intangible in brief blinks of time, which cannot be extended by any means. The spell uses minimal mana, meant to be fired off in multiple bursts, however the cost goes up exponentially over time.

Exicus Runes

--Turn Familiar--

Popla

Willo’s familiar, a crow with a sharp iron guard affixed to its beak. Popla is a free spirit and Willo tries not to tether her much. If the bird wishes to be around, she’s welcome, and when she wants to go off and explore, she’s free to do so. When needed, Willo sends Popla off on scouting expeditions, or has her deliver messages via parchment, and in certain situations the crow’s sharp talons and steel beak can come in handy.

Additional Notes
Yes actually she fucking loves spaghetti nomph nomph nomph

[Zombehs]

Ramone Truvo

Name: Ramone Truvo
Nicknames: Shooter Afar
Race: Vanilla Human
Age: 22

Appearance: Of average height, Ramone has a build that suits his combat style, namely that of an acrobat. Plenty of lean muscle and a wiry physique overall. Rather long dirty blonde hair, light green eyes, and sharp facial features. Fair skin with almost no blemishes or marring aside from calloused hands make sense when considering his fighting style.

His attire is an enchanted set of the Hunter outfit that doesn’t look any different from the regular issue. It’s been enchanted through Exicus magic to remain warm and clean regardless of what sort of environment Ramone finds himself in through his travels, a true blessing of convenience and comfort he has learned to appreciate while his peers suffer.

He also has a set of glasses that are also enchanted to help regulate his eyesight when not in combat, reducing unnecessary strain on his eyes.

Biography: Born to one of the many clans that made up the Nu, Ramone grew up well suited for the nomadic lifestyle. Energetic when his parents needed to devote their full attention to something other than minding him, but always obedient and ready to listen. He was a handful as all children are, but a relatively small one, quite easy to grasp.

Like most other members of the Clan, Ramone learned how to use a bow from a young age and proved to be rather talented. He picked up technique quickly and honed his skill methodically under the guidance of his trainers, enthusiastic and taken with the sensation of the on-target shot.

Thus it was only natural that as he grew older he became one of the hunters for the Clan. He learned how to track his prey, read the signs his surroundings presented, and much more. It was also during this time that he made his first contact with the spirits that inhabited this world, eking out the foundation for his current spell.

While he had never dealt with the Plague personally, Ramone felt a compulsion to join the actual Hunters Guild when they came into contact with the Clan for the purpose of seeking volunteers. He offered himself up to the task, passed the tests, endured the training, and is now on the verge of claiming the title of Hunter for himself.

Personality: Generally the quiet and gentle one in any group of Hunters. Ramone doesn’t take any pleasure in killing the Sickened as some of his compatriots might, but understands it is a necessary task and one that frees victims of its suffering. The only reason he fights is because he can and thus he has a responsibility to. His clear head and calm disposition make him well suited for his position and fighting style even if others label him as somewhat cold. It does take a certain type of person to watch their comrades fight for their lives and continue to wait for that perfect moment after all.

Strengths: One of the Guild’s better marksman for his relative inexperience and newness to the job. Well… some would debate that claim and just call him a good combination of archer and Vitae magic user, not remarkably in either field alone.

He’s pretty good at living on the road. From hunting to cooking and setting shelters, he’s done such things enough that they could be called routine. He’s also nice enough to do such things for his companions without giving them any trouble for it.

Weaknesses: Quite obvious, but Ramone needs to keep his enemies at a distance. His weapons, his magic, his skills are all oriented around mid to long range combat. If forced into a melee, he isn’t helpless, but is at an noticeable disadvantage.

Doesn’t tend to last very long if he decides to use Revantin’s bow form. While in better shape than the vast majority of the populace thanks to his task as a Hunter, the drain of utilizing Vitae magic is still quite noticeable. While it’s generally no trouble against a couple of Sickened, against a sizable group he must manage and choose his targets carefully lest he run out of steam halfway through the fight.

Weapons
Revantin: A paired set of whip swords that can extend up to 10 ft. in length and allow for the user unparalleled control of this zone around them. Though not capable of devastating blows, Revantin is certainly a pair of weapons that can be used to strip away the life of Ramone’s foes in a flurry of blows that come from every direction.

Drawbacks would include the space that is required to gain full usage of the weapon; limitation in terms of height, length, or width of a space aren’t too crippling. Two of the three can render the weapons unusable though. As one might expect, they also require immense dexterity and coordination to properly use.

The two swords can be joined at the hilt to form the back of a rather powerful longbow if it were to be stringed. Ramone doesn’t bother with such things, and prefers to simply rely on the Exicus enchantment that imbues the weapon. It makes Vitae spells easier to cast and more reliable to not fail at inopportune moments.

Carries a short sword on the belt if he’s ever forced to defend himself and disarmed in a melee. The numerous gaps in Revantin, even at their shortest length, make them fairly easy to catch and rip away when compressed.

Vitae Spells
Lunar Ray: A spear of soft white light forms in Ramone’s hand and is thrown at an enemy. Possesses enough power to fatally injure an ordinary human if a direct hit to center mass is landed. When launched from Revantin in its bow form, the projectile crackles and sparks as if the power is barely contained. At this point, it will quite literally obliterate flesh that it touches and can be quite gory to witness.

Starfall: For the tougher Sickened like infected Giants that won’t quite die even after several Lunar Rays there is Starfall. After a hit from Lunar Ray, targets are marked and Ramone is capable of blasting them with a pillar of energy from the heavens. Although powerful, the spell is also incredibly draining and a single use is often enough to put Ramone out of the fight.

Currently still in the middle of being mastered. It takes a bit of time to fully charge up, and even then the pillar forms slowly at first and is followed up by a powerful burst. That means unless his target is immobilized, they will generally escape the area as the first few painful beams form prior to the full power that comes with the pillar.

Exicus Runes
Turn Familiar (Life Drake): A miniature-sized Drake that can comfortable drape itself over Ramone's shoulders with scales the hue of blood. Not too common, these creatures are prized for their calming presence and ability to bolster the health of those that spend time around these mysterious creatures. They are very calm and gentle creatures that love to be showered with affection and will approach other creatures on their own accord. How they sustain themselves is a question nobody's quite sure the answer to, and it is questionable if these beings even die natural deaths.
With the Land: By offering a continuous flow of blood, Ramone is able to appease the spirits of the land he is in and have them accept him as their own. This renders him essentially undetectable as he blends in with his surroundings seamlessly. The only remainder of his trace is the heavy scent of blood, far more powerful than usual.

Additional Notes: Has consumed a minor alchemic potion that improves his eyesight and granted him the ability to see in conditions with even almost no light.
Spaghetti is alright he supposes.

[Venku]

CS

Name: Aelar Starseeker

Nicknames: Star

Race: Half-Elf

Age: 22

Appearance: Aelar is neither exceptionally tall nor muscular at the height of 1.9 meters (about 6’ 2”) and the weight of 90kg (about 200lbs.). He has short relatively unkempt black hair crowning his head. A square jaw and prominent nose are quickly noticed, but are even more quickly ignored on seeing his unusual silver-gray irises. His elvish blood is noticeable in his pointed ears. He inherited his tan skin from his father.

He generally wears an enchanted mail vest under his altered Hunter clothing. His Hunter equipment is all black and is made from Great Bear leather, making it tough yet light and flexible so as to leave the movements of his weapons unimpeded. He wears a necklace with a silver-gray gem in the center of his mother’s family crest, a sword carried by an eagle.

Biography: The son of a Human Hunter and the daughter of a Dark Elf Merchant; Aelar’s life has been an interesting one. When his maternal grandfather requested the Hunter’s Guild to send two or three Hunters to protect a large shipment of Star-metal headed through territory well known for containing Beasts. Aelar’s father was part of the three-man squad tasked with protecting the shipment. Aelar’s mother, extremely beautiful, caught his father’s eye with her graceful manner and humility. As they went along they talked and found that they shared many interests, the greatest of these was a fascination with the stars. As was expected the caravan received multiple attacks from Beasts but with help from the elven mages, led by Aelar’s maternal uncle, the Hunters were successful in protecting the shipment. Aelar’s father left the guild and became a body guard for the Dark Elf family. As a bodyguard he became closer to Aelar’s mother and after a few years they were married.
After Aelar’s birth, his father determined that his son would be a Hunter when he grew up. When Aelar turned 5 his father started to teach him the basics of using the sword, drilling them into him day after day. This went on till the day Aelar turned 8. On that day his father told him to choose one of two paths, the attacker or protector, this choice would shape what sword he would use as well as the Vitae spells he would be taught by his mother. He chose the path of the protector using a greatsword or sword and shield and using spells that strengthen his allies. By 10 years old he was relatively proficient in both his sword style and spell usage. His father began to take him when protecting trade caravans to build his battle experience. When his father determined he was ready he headed to the Hunter’s Guild and was accepted because of his battle experience and skillful use of support spells. It is now time for his final task before officially becoming a Hunter.

Personality: Aelar is outgoing, and will even try to make friends with those who do not like him or have wronged him. However he is not naive as he has had quite a bit of experience with people. He is straightforward but not tactless; he knows some things shouldn’t be said. He is extremely loyal to his allies and vicious towards those who threaten them.

Strengths: He is skilled in defensive fighting. Aelar has an innate sense of where to move his shield to block after fighting many battles, this is not always accurate but has saved his life on multiple occasions. His control over his sword is very precise allowing him to parry and counter attack against multiple foes.

Weaknesses: His movement speed is not very quick and he is not very agile. Being a defensive fighter weakens his killing power making him have to rely on allies to finish the job generally. His spells slowly use his mana over time making it very important that enemies are taken care of before he runs out.

Weapons:
Templar’s blade: A greatsword that can shift the upper part of the blade down a to the sides making it become a shield

Starlight: A relatively simple longsword with a silver-gray gem embedded in the hilt. It is a family heirloom from his mother’s side that he received as his uncle has no children.

Vitae Spells:

Mana-Equalization: A spell that uses Aelar’s mana to replenish his allies while draining it slowly as long as he uses it.

Blazing-light: A spell that strengthens the targets attacks both physically and magically it like Mana-Equalization it is a slow mana drain instead of a single cast.

Exicus Runes: 'Turn Familiar' His familiar is an Earthfire Drake a relatively common species among lesser drakes. Earthfire Drakes range from 4 meters (about 14ft) to 6 meters (about 20ft) from head to tail and their tails generally take up around a third of their length. They are quadrupeds with tough reddish-brown scales and the scales on their tails tend to be extremely sharp.

Additional Notes: He likes spaghetti but enjoys pizza more.

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Jonathan

Name: Jonathan of Gulderland.
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.

Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti.