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Name: Selvin Umerus
Race: High Elf
Gender: Female
Age: five hundred and forty, however she indeed does not look a day over twenty-six.
Appearance: Golden skin managed by upkeep with different moisturizers. Selvin's arts taught the holistic beauty to the body, however specialized within the bones themselves. The masters were exclusive in their nature of keep within their health, but through some youthful suspicion it was found that their familiars actually tended to their body while the teachers were in meditation. Selvin finds that lazy, and prefers a familiar to teach her instead of serving her, which is why she willed upon a hat imbued with magic that animated it, Resh, that is currently tilted upon her pony-tailed hair. The masters usually do not let relics leave with students, however if a relic specifically selects a student there is little else the elders of the arts can do to antagonize such, without killing or banishing the magical properties. The bone arts are confused with necromancy in some perspectives, however in deep arcane knowledge it is a noble, yet a bone breaking art to be proficient in. The typical necromancer robes; black, gloomy, and depressing are for the initiatives of bone magic, however in the end the robes transmogrify into a lavish red with golden cords. The teachers joke that it is the sweat and blood that the user takes on into their arts, however later it is realized the teachers simply enchant each beginners' robes as a way of mastery the robes reveal their true appearance. Selvin does not know if it took more time to learn to be proficient with bone magic, or if it took more time to learn the teacher's secrets. Resh eluded to the idea that the masters of bone arts are boneheads, which was funny until Selvin became a master, and a bonehead. She displays the achievement with a pin on her chest of the robe of a miniature skull that comically smiles.
Abilities: Osteokinesis; Bone magic - Magic with the dealings of all things bones with some mending properties. She can keep someone from bleeding out, however she cannot close a major wound with out binding the skin through physical means. Otherwise, she would be recognized as a blood mage not a bone mage.
Clothing/Equipment: As a rule of thumbs, you keep extra clothes within a bag of fluid resistant fabrication. Although, she only has a single robe, and her extra clothing lean towards linen based rather than silky feeling fabric her robe is made from. This is because she mastered bone magic, not hithlain weaving, which is a profitable profession. She also carries a tome within inner robe pocket, the robes are bigger on the inside than they are on the outside, with nice pockets. She also carries another book, which is her journal. Selvin dons a pair of bone-based armbands, as well as leg bands. The masters say it is best to be uncomfortable for a fortnight than to be dead in a day. Males wear a bone chest under their robe, however it is rather uncomfortable for females, so she chose a nifty vest that carries different cool jars she can use for evocation. She actually learned a ritual for day of the dead, which enacts a circle whereas loved ones spirits are drawn towards the circle so to learn of traditions and sentimental reason. Strangely enough, the spirits are unable to describe the afterlife within this ritual. On her left arm is a brown sack filled with dust and shards of bone that weighs about ten pounds. She will sometimes tie it to her backpack, however it is not weather resistant, so she tends to hide in areas of quick access, or concealed carry.
Background/History: Selvin has never had a dull moment, unless you count reading as dull, yet she would disagree, as she has received plenty of paper cuts. The early life of her life was unmentionable really, because it mostly dealt with typical growing factors of chores, forest exploring, and traditions, however Selvin does not consider that part of her life bleak, because it was a step towards her specialization. Magic came natural to Selvin, which is why her family sent her away to be educated through the arcane arts after her twentieth year. She is fond of a part of the traditions of her family where they are sent to an area concentrated with the spirits of their ancestry, and elders, which was the making of her womanhood. She happened to fall in love once, however he passed away in the fires of devotion to a false god taught to him by a passing missionary. Through the years to follow she found passion through her art, versus physical means, and friends within the spirits she voyaged with. Selvin is bewildered with the pursuit of knowledge of magic outside of her circle, although she never is beguiled to be tempted to forsake her own practice; she does inscribe her experience with such skills, and creatures. She has currently voyaged the seas upon a boat crafted from bones, reticular fibers, and cartilage dense enough only to carry her weight. Selvin's boat is maintained through concentration, and follows the direction towards a direction even against weather resistance, which is currently towards a strong magical presence for which she has never felt before. She is currently at the base of her raft in meditation to preserve her energy, and keeping her body sustained through arcana.
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Name: Daniel Arulis
Race:Human
Age: 24
Occupation:Cleric

Appearance: Dirty Blond short hair, His hair is almost always windswept. His face is more pale than most making him more recognizable in most situations. His height is average for a human standing at 5'9. On his chin is a small scar only seeable to those who look for one. He has a birthmark on his lower back in the shape of a deity long forgotten. He usually wears a Tunic with a blue robe and a blue hood to match, even though he keeps his hood down mostly.

Ability's: Daniel has the ability to heal wounds a power thought to be given to him by a lost deity, A mark of a seemingly holy man. He can cast shields not physical one but ones that harden skin or scale on a body making whoever it was casted on to be able to take more hits in combat. Finally taught to him by his old master, a rudimentary way to cure diseases and illness's but he does not use this for mysterious reasons but a rumor follows that this caused more harm than good.

Gear: Tunic with a blue cloak and hood, With simple light brown slacks with either Brown sandals or black thin closed footwear. He carry's a staff made from an old oak tree from his home lands. Finally he carries potions to help dull affects of basic poisons and A vial of a mysterious liquid unknown to this region. Last a book with a cleric symbol on it.

History: He was raised in a house of clerics since birth. Although at his young age he scorned gods and acted out frequently it wasn't until he suffered a grave injury that his parents healed at the age of 14 did he turn his life around. He slowly became a cleric and eventually became scoutmaster of the organization he was in. His master taught him everything he knows. Around his 18th birthday his parents and his master disappeared, He knows what happened but refuses to tell even his superiors. He met his wife, Marjorie at 19 and a year later got married, but has yet to have a child, Out of some unknown fear. He was sent on a mission to find a mysterious man said to be in the draconian lands. Where he resides.
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Shadow Dragon Lord Of Shadows

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Name:Soulcors Eclipse
Age:Unknown
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Background: He's a wraith, a black, shapeless form in a helmet and dark robes, war scythe in his right hand. His body is basically a skeleton made of dark mists. Despite his horrifying appearance, he is actually a work force for hire. He has no idea what the currency is in this land, as he had to smuggle himself into a ship to escape a mob. Although he feeds on death and fear, he can get his fill from the skeletons and zombies he raises. He is unsure of how old he is, as he's never bothered to celebrate his deathday. He was once a dark elf, but that man is long dead.

Abilities: Can raise, control, and speak with the dead. Can shoot black bolts of magic that drain energy. Eats death aura. Always hovering. He doesn't normally eat, drink, sleep, or breathe, being undead. Is very skilled in "black magic", as others call it, but to him it's just a tool. Can heal others by drawing negative auras and magics from their bodies into his own.

Weakness: Sunlight, holy magic, holy items ect.

Gear: Scythe, spectral armor. Coin pouch filled with strange currency.


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Name:Zandex Corean
Age:23
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Occupation:Blacksmith
Magic:Fire, Metal magic.
Background: He cares for nothing but his metal working, and metal mines. He tends to avoid political situations, as he's content on pounding away at steel. He's spent his life in one forge or another, hiding his gift out of caution and fear of publicity. He's an accomplished warrior, but he prefers his relatively quiet life of metal shaping. He's incredibly strong from his work in the forge.
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