[CHAR] The Village of Secrets

[Gentlemanvaultboy]

Name: Emil Mohsteady

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: A large bodied, muscular, rugged sort of man with short brown hair and brown eyes. His clothing is simple, sturdy, modest, and patched many times over. A working mans clothes.

Occupation: A woodcutter. More specifically, he travels deep into the wilderness around the town to find the best quality lighter wood for starting fires. He also hunts but that's mostly for sustenance and pleasure, not profit.

Skills: A good tracker and crack shit with a bow, he knows the forest around the town perhaps better than any man. Despite his size he can move very quietly. He can mend his own clothes, cook his own food, skin and clean his own game, and is a proficient whittler.

Powers: None

Inventory: His fathers axe, a old single headed war axe that he's very fond of.

History: Emil was carried into the village when he was just a babe on his fathers back. His father, Gwyn, was rumored to be a fighting man from up north and a deserter. He built a house on the edge of the village where Emil still lives to eek out a good living for his son. One day not long after the boy turned eighteen Gwyn set out into the woods to fetch dinner and never returned.

Point of Interest: The Sweet Scar, a mile long area deep in the middle of the forest where every single ancient tree has been knocked over as though a giant ran through and pushed them all down. Evey single one of them have fallen in the same direction, and their sap has flowed out and hardened them to the ground. The entire area still smells sickly sweet despite this having been here for ages.

[Xeronoia]

Name: Aldis Marshall

Age: 30

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:


Occupation: Full-Time Sentinel.

Skills: A skilled warrior, trained by his father for the most part. He is particularly good at fighting monsters, thanks to his clever swordwork and agility. He is well versed in proper care of weapons and armor, rarely needing the services of a professional blacksmith. He has a knack for instructing others in the way of combat.

Powers: None.

Inventory: His father's old armor, of which he seems to constantly wear. Despite it's age, it is well cared for and has a polished shine.

History: A young man that was born and raised in the village. As his father was a knight before settling down in the village, he grew up on tales of his adventures. When he was old enough, he became a Full-Time Sentinel. He spends the vast majority of his time patrolling, fending off monsters, and training. He often lends his advice and instruction to other would be Sentinels, temporary or otherwise. Five years ago he discovered the local myth of the Twilight Cavern, nearly costing him his life in the process. When he returned to the village he spoke of a "terrible creature" that lurked within.

Point of Interest: Twilight Cavern, a massive crack in a cliffside that leads into a deep cave filled with numerous giant crystals. Seeming to flush into the surrounding rock, it becomes visible in the twilight hours thanks to an eerie orange glow. Because of it's remote location and illusive nature, it remained a mere myth until Aldis' eyewitness account of it five years ago. The threat of a terrible creature lurking inside has made approaching the area something few are willing to do.

[Whimsicott]

CS

Name: Trouv Trianon

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Trouv is of average height and build, and has short stylized dark grey hair. He has black eyes and olive colored skin. Normally, he will wear clothes with buttons on them.

Occupation: Dessert Chef

Skills: What is your character particularly good at?

Powers: Trouv has vast knowledge of how certain spells and magical artifacts work. Strangely enough, Trouv is completely inexperienced in basic spells such as FIREBALL but is able to enchant or imbue desserts with special qualities. He can also conjure giant forms of these treats in lieu of attack. Unfortunately, he can't seem to make any of his concoctions taste good...

Inventory: Nothing of note...

History: Trouv appeared in town almost months ago, and now has a job at the bathhouse selling his desserts, though they are fairly unpopular. Some whisper that since he arrived, unearthly screams can be heard around the village, in addition to mysterious 'animal attacks'.

Point of Interest: Silent Sanctuary- Somewhere in the woods, is a large estate, long abandoned. Though it is fairly sealed off, a presence can be felt from within.

[Arisphadrel]

A Wild CS.

Name: Kotoe

Age: 20

Sex: F

Race: Witch

Appearance:


Occupation: Enchanter - Kotoe's daily job and living is to create magic scrolls and enhance or fix those bought to her for a reasonable price.

Skills: Caretaking of all racial varieties, medicinal support, and cooking.

Powers: Kotoe excels in all types of magic. The creation of it, the strengthening or dispelling of it, etc. She has the capacity to enchant armor with special wards, seal places with runes, or perform simply daily tasks as bring inanimate objects to life to make them do their intended task without a human's help.

Inventory:
Witch's Hat - She tends to pull many things out of this hat. Bread? Got it. Chipsqueak? Yep. Bastard Sword? Don't ask how, but it's in there.
The Song of Fire - One of the two crystals at her sides at all times. This crystal seems to be made from her magic to assist her in her working. The Song of Fire only seems capable of emitting destructive or offensive magic.
The Song of Ice - One of the two crystals at her sides at all times. This crystal seems to be made from her magic to assist her in her working.The Song of Ice only seems capable of emitting supportive or healing magic.

History: Kotoe is not a direct native of the village. Rather, instead of simply traversing in, she was found by several locals living inside of a monster's den without notion of anything alive outside of monsters as a species. She adapted quickly once taken into the village, and even set up a shop to use the talents she had for the sake of convenience to others.

Point of Interest: Freezerburn Librarium - The magic shop that Kotoe runs on her own. It is open from sunrise to sunset, and is usually one of the few buildings that remains busy even in the dead of night with Kotoe's preparations for the next day.

[Jerkchicken]

Name: Pisco Caipirinha

Age: Twenties

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:

Hider

Occupation: Brewer
Skills: Fighting, booze making, boozing, herbal knowledge, limited healing skills involving herbs.

Powers:

Inventory: An oddly shaped belt with magic power. The clothes on his back, supplies necessary for operations.

History: An ordinary man with no special quality who was just the simple son of a shepherd and a seamstress. Originally meant to be under the apprenticeship of an apothecary his interests with plants drifted to that of brewing and so his occupation changed. He would find himself traveling the lands until he settled into this village and offered it his own brew which of course is a secret recipe.

Point of Interest: Blumen's pond and stream
In the midst of of a clearing there exists a decently large pond nestled in the forest with a stream that flows into it. Although not large enough to be used as a permanent source of water for the village, Pisco has constructed a pipeline to a collection source for brewing purposes as he finds the water good.

[Jerkchicken]

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[Shikaru]

Name: Sarah Lightbane

Age: 16

Sex: Female

Race: Elf

Appearance: She is 5'1.

Occupation: Miner/Blacksmith/Owner of a Forge/Shop.

Skills: Sarah is an expert both in mining and in blacksmithing, there isn't much she can't forge as long as she has the materials.

Powers:

Insight: By simply glancing at an object Sarah can find out almost everything there is to know about it. Estimated value, materials used, hints towards what magical properties it possesses, past owners, etc.

Inventory: A reinforced steel pickaxe, a blacksmiths hammer, and tongs.

History: Sarah doesn't remember much o her past prior to being found abandoned in the village by the local miner. Though, she's always wondered about her past, she never let it affect her much.

Once she was old enough helped her adoptive father out in the mines and his shop, and she enjoyed doing so. As soon as she was old enough she opened up her own shop and took up the art of blacksmithing, getting supplies from both her fathers shop and mining herself.

Point of Interest: Her forge/shop, The Steel Axe. She also lives in the floor above the lobby and main shop area. She sells everything from trinkets to hulking suits of armor.

[Major Ursa]

Name:
Roosevelt

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:

Appearance

Often seen wearing fine material clothing, though occasionally he does were rough spun or leather trousers.

Occupation: Language Interpreter/Translator, Scribe

Skills: Knows how to read and write in a number of different languages, from having traveled and lived, some…there is also much singing, dancing, instrument playing…other things that courtesans do…

Powers: N/A

Inventory: Plenty of expensive silks, jewellery from when he had worked as a courtesan, lute

History: Born in the village when it had been much smaller, his parents died at an early age, and the poor boy ended up being picked up to live with relatives in a distance village…well, he did have relatives. Poor and sickly, they had sold Roose to slavers in order to afford their own medicine and food. Little more than a decade on, Roosevelt returned to live in the village after buying his freedom, his skills in language funding some of the finer things he so desires.

Point of Interest

[Landmark] Stonehead - Along yet more forest, there is an ancient stone block with a man's face carved upon the front of it. It stand along some of the main paths through the forest.

[Cuccoruler]

Cia Hindle

Name: Cia Hindle

Age: 26

Sex: Female

Race: Were-Bear

Appearance

Occupation: Vegetable Farmer

Skills: Cia is very good at her job as a farmer. She raises vegetables for the most part, with a few cows and pigs as well. Cia is a very good sales woman, and also very good at sewing. Cia’s vegetables are said to be some of the best in the country.

Powers: Can turn parts of her body into that of a bear. For the most part she’s in control except for the occasional bear ears popping up. Cia also has unnatural strength. She has been known to move boulders that normally take several men pushing them in order to push them.

Inventory: Basket full of vegetables and other assorted items.

History: Cia was born in the village and has lived her whole life there. However a few years back her parents disappeared entirely. No one knows where they went, and Cia rarely ever speaks about it. Ever since their disappearance Cia has worked hard to make the farm even more successful than it was before.

Point of Interest: The Farm. (She lives and works here)

[Lugubrious]

Name: Belle Osburn

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: A tall, slender girl, Backlash's dirty, waist-length red hair crowns a pale, unhealthy face adorned by cold gray eyes. She wears a woven green shirt, gray or brown trousers, and farmer's boots, while a blue, hooded raincoat shield hers from the elements. If not the raincoat and scarf, then some other elements of heavy clothing; she seldom seems to care about the warmth. She wears a black bow in the collar of her shirt. There is a slight hump to her back, though since she doesn't stoop it isn't immediately apparent.

Occupation: Farmer

Skills: Plowing, seeding, harvesting, watering, agility, resourcefulness, fortitude, intuition

Powers: No innate supernatural abilities

Inventory: A well-made torch that will seldom go out once lit, and that can spread fire easily. A bag of sunflower seeds to chew on or to give to others. A wide-brimmed, rumpled brown hat to keep the sun off.

History: Belle hails from Northington, a rural, backwoods town fifty miles away from Tanjozo. Eleven years ago, Northington erupted into a violent crisis when a string of sudden, violent deaths among the young people sparked a panicked, frenzied hunt for witchcraft. Even when the killings stopped, the wild hunt raged on, becoming a tool for people to take out their anger, mistrust, and resentment on one another. This included Belle, who framed her sister as a witch using nasty vermin called Bone Worms from the expansive town cemetery. During her sister's public execution, an onslaught of Bone Worms caused a terrifying outbreak, during which Belle came to her senses and risked her life to save her sibling's before fleeing into the wilderness. In doing so, she escaped the catastrophic fire that raged through the village. Eventually, she came to Tanjozo, where she happily enlisted as a ranch hand and lived quietly.

Full Version

About fifty miles away from Tanjozo lie the remains of Northington, a town lost to time and superstition. Eleven years ago it was in its heyday, and while the rest of the world reveled in the latest technological innovations and modern lifestyles the townsfolk of Northington clung doggedly to the past. They drew water from wells, sustenance from the ground, and strength from their kinship. All was not well in the town, however. The people were united by their indomitable faith, but when a young girl was murdered by her own bones in the streets one autumn evening the cry of witchcraft quickly erupted. Fear for loved ones fanned the flames, and Northington became suffused with the panic that drives ordinary people to violence. Accusations were made, and precious few of them in the name of holy righteousness.

Goodwife Osburn was one of the first accused of witchcraft, and when she refused to testify to her alleged unholy practices, she was put to death. Her firstborn daughter, Laura -and her profitable match to the handsome son of the richest man in town- was the object of envy and hatred to thirteen-year-old Belle, and when accusations started becoming more prevalent (not to mention baseless), she connived to frame her older sister as a witch. Searching about the town cemetery one moonless night, she unearthed a colony of unnatural, repulsive creatures: centipede-like vermin, whose grotesque, alabaster-white bodies bore an incredible similarity to spinal cords.. After confronting her initial misgivings about the crawling wretches, she stuffed some into a sack and planted it among Laura's things. The Osburns' neighbors awoke the next morning to horrific screeching, and when they found Belle writhing within the house, they heard her condemnation. After a brief search they discovered the 'Bone Worms', decided them to be evidence of witchcraft, and seized Laura (despite her protests) before hauling her to the town jail.

As was expected of her, Belle was at the head of the crowd that gathered to witness Laura's public execution: burning at the stake. With her insidious plan about to come to a grisly end, Belle was beside herself with a certain dark triumph. So enthralled was she in the blaze that she did not see the warning signs when the townsfolk brought the skeletal vermin to burn with her; at first, she did not notice when the centipedes squirmed out of the villagers' grasp and wormed their way beneath the skin. Only when some of the people went mad, twisted shapes emerging from their bodies, did Belle truly grasp her mistake. She ran, his pouring tears evidence of her gripping regret, but not before untying and saving her sister. Days later, in the aftermath of the disaster and the catastrophic fire that followed, it became apparent that those who survived had been forever changed.

Belle, meanwhile, fled. She ran until she dropped, slept, and then ran again. Living precariously off of what she could find, she made her way across the land and ultimately stumbled into Tanjozo, famished and exhausted. She was found and cared for by the locals, and after getting better she gladly lived as a ranch hand for the local farmers.

Point of Interest: The Charred Village, formerly known as Northington. Nestled in a deep valley almost narrow enough to be called a canyon, it lies in the middle of a large woodland. On the village's terraces, the disused fields are choked by weeds, and where there previously stood towering houses lie only burned husks shoddily rebuilt, tilting like looming shadows over the cobblestone streets. The ground is ashen and littered with fire-blackened bones; even the air, thanks to both fog and dust, can be stifling. The Charred Village is inhabited still, though its denizens rarely leave their homes and never leave the town. Though it trades with other settlements, it does so indirectly, and is not at all friendly to strangers. Its people are gaunt, dead-eyed, secretive, and aggressive to outsiders. Rumors abound about what evil acts may be going on in the hellish Charred Village, not the least disturbing of which are strange, bony growths sprouting out of some of the buildings.

[TheDarkTemplar]

Nila Valenriel

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Age: 27

Sex: Female

Race: Elf

Occupation: Huntress, Leatherworker

Skills: Hunting, Foraging, Leathermaking, Bow crafting, Fletching

Powers
Heightened Senses: Years of training has shaped Nila into an excellent hunter, but it was her completion of "The Hunter's Vigil" which truly gave her the skill she wields now. Nila can hear the slightest of rustling of the woodland creatures, smell the faintest of scents, and see in the darkest of caves.

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History
The elven clan of Valenriel, a village situated at the edge of a great forest. The Valenriel clan has for ages past invested its existence on the concepts of loyalty, hard work, and respect. Not only for each other but for the world which they gain sustenance from. Nila was born into such a clan and so was raised with these ideologies in mind. However when most of the children in her clan were peaceful and obedient, Nila was animate and rebellious. Often times she'd sneak out at night to venture into the woods in search of whatever fantastic tale she'd spun for herself. While most of the clan's livelihood relied on sustenance farming, Nila took up archery to become a hunter for the clan. The young elf girl turned out to be a natural at the skill and quickly gained notice by the village elders.

It was when Nila turned twenty-one that the village elders sought her aid. An artifact of significant importance to the clan had been lost for quite some time, it would be Nila's task to find and return the relic to her people. It took four long years but eventually she'd found what she was looking for, at a cost. A series of unfortunate events lead to her losing her family, friends, and home and since then Nila was wandered the land in search of a new home.

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Inventory:

Heart of Valenriel

Point of Interest
Iras Valenriel In'Uth- "When Valenriel Dwells Eternal" in the common tongue, this crypt lies some distance from Tanjozo, hidden by way of magical wards. It is there that the ancient ancestors of clan Valenriel rest in peace for eternity.

[Sessamaru]

Name: Kresnik Drakonov

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Race: Dhampir (Vampire/Human hybrid)

Appearance: Tall, lithe, and beautiful; Kresnik appears as a youth who was sculpted from marbles with the intricate hands of angels, with eyes of the richest violet. His hair is long and snow white; his skin a smooth alabaster. He has high cheekbones, slanted eyes, and a strong jawline. His muscles are quite defined despite his slender appearance. He wears brown leather breeches, knee-high boots, and a white button shirt.

Occupation: Village doctor/witch doctor

Skills: Swordplay; extensive knowledge of folklore and magic; alchemy for medical applications (such as creating blood substitutes and countering poisons and toxins), as well basic medical knowledge (first-aid).

Powers: Sangromancy and minor blood manipulation (his own blood and free-flowing blood can be manipulated into constructing any desirable objects). He is particularly powerful with wards and has some measure of talent with hypnotism. His blood is also unique in that it is capable of healing fatal wounds in others, if consumed, without the risk of the patient contracting vampirism, as well as extending the victim's life-expectancy by a small sum. Aside from this, he simply has enhanced reflexes and an enhanced sense of hearing and smell. He can also increase his strength and speed with the drinking of blood.

Inventory: A silver longsword with a rose carved into the base of the blade. In his private room at the Clinic, he has a trunk with his previous attire from his days in Korvania: a black leather long coat with silver plates at the shoulders, knee-high leather boots with silver plating, leather breeches with a leather skirt, a single silver claw gauntlet (right hand) that reaches the elbow, and a single studded leather bracer that reaches the knuckles and bound around the middle finger by a slender leather thong (left hand).

History: Kresnik is an outsider from a country far up north of Tanjozo called Korvania, hailing from the capitol city of Mitternacht. He remembers much of his childhood, with great detail and pain. Formerly a Night Hunter--a unique warrior whose quarry were those of the supernatural--Kresnik forsook his old life in lieu for peace rather than being dragged into countless civil wars brought about by the Church and the Aristocracy. He arrived in Tanjozo 3 years ago and bought a clinic with his remaining funds as to contribute to the village's peaceful lifestyle.

Point of Interest: Sunrise Clinic- After arriving in Tanjozo, Kresnik bought an abandoned two-story house and converted it into a clinic after months of repairs and stocking supplies for potions and antidotes, as well as furnishing the place to appear somewhat hospitable (ironically, the entire clinic appears dismal and gloomy).