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Rowan Dyewynn

Rowan Dyewynn

Rowan Dyewynn ⋆ 447 ⋆ Male ⋆ Light Elf

Appearance

Height:

6'2"

Build:

Lithe, muscular, built for speed and accuracy.

Hair Color:

Silver

Hair Length

Long, down to base of back.

Eye Color:

Slivery Blue

Skin Tone:

Pale

Distinguishing features:

Scar on left cheek, two small braids, each from behind an ear that is adorned with rings.

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Honor, Chivalry, Respect.
⋆ Taking rides on Cephal to clear his mind.
⋆ A nice, fresh cup of tea.

Dislikes:

⋆ Rainy days.
⋆ The Dark Elf oppressors.
⋆ Overly loud, raucous behavior.

Fears:

⋆ Losing more of his family.
⋆ The advancement of technology rendering his skills useless.
⋆ Being too old to participate properly in a rebellion.

Habits/Quirks

⋆ Comes across as conceited at times due to his extreme display of manners.
⋆ Never lets anyone touch or maintain his bow.
⋆ All too ready to defend the honor of someone.

Sexuality:

Hetero

Personality:

⋆ Behavior towards others?

Rowan is unfailingly polite, even if you have garnered his ire, he will still be perfectly civil. He is not terribly outgoing, but has no issues striking up a conversation with someone interesting. More often than not, his sister, Aurora has to rescue him from the uncomfortable situations.

⋆ Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless?

Having served his Kingdom and having no intentions of changing that, he will sacrifice himself for the greater good if it is required.

⋆ Where on the spectrum of kind to mean?

Unless you are a true Enemy, Rowan will always be nice, regardless of if he likes you or not. However if you are an Enemy, he will show no mercy and offer no concession.

⋆ Is your character affectionate? Do they enjoy hugs and being touchy?

His family are very loving and he appreciated their care and attention however, the military broke him of needing that care from others so he often does not know how to respond to affection from others.

⋆ Is it hard to gain your character’s trust?

Those affiliated with the Kingdom and its military earn his respect instantly. Any others, he is wary of until he learns where their loyalties lie.

⋆ Easy to anger or does your character usually remain calm? What about irritation?

Rowan is often capable of maintaining his composure until his family is threatened or the safety of the Kingdom is terrorized.

⋆ Patient or impatient. Is your character impulsive?

Being very skilled at taking orders, Rowan has developed the patience of a soldier.

⋆ Brave or Cowardly? Are they brave to the point of recklessness?

If something needs to be done, Rowan will volunteer regardless of the danger involved.

⋆ Reaction speeds to situations.

Rowan has developed a good combat sense and can read the flow of a battle, making the critical decisions required in the moment.

⋆ Intelligence level: Are you a cunning mastermind?

Rowan has a cool calculating head that is able to react on the fly. However, he is not a planning man, he lets others do that.

⋆ Charisma level: How well can you manipulate people? Do you make friends easily? Are you persuasive?

He does not manipulate, though his chivalry and noble attitude often brings other individuals to his side.

⋆ Sense of humor or no sense of humor?

Not being a big joker, when he does make the occasional joke, they tend to fall flat.

⋆ Sanity level of character/do they struggle with any mental illness/disorders?

As far as anyone is concerned, Rowan has it all together. However, in his own privacy, memories of the war and what he could have done different plague him.

Background

Occupation

Rowan has served in the Sun Kingdom's military since he was of age. Specializing in mounted archery, he has refined his ability and excels in the bow. He has not taken a position of command though and prefers to be somewhat free in his actions during peace times.

Living Immediate Family Members:

Aurora Dyewynn - Sister

Forsythia Dyewynn - Mother

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Claderith Dyewynn - Father

Current Companions:

Aurora Dyewynn

Others TBD

Current and Past Lover(s):

None

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):

⋆A war bow that was crafted by master craftsmen of the Fairies. Imbued with some of their magic, it exhibits extraordinary strength and the occasional moral intent that Rowan can feel when it agrees or disagrees with his target.

⋆A pair of standard issue shortswords from the military.

⋆Pendant of Solaris that never leaves his neck.

⋆Trusty warhorse Cephas

History(2 paragraph minimum):

Raised amongst the royal court of the Sun Kingdom by his parents Claderith Dyewynn and his wife Forsythia, Rowan was the firstborn that they had brought into the world. He was the evidence of the affection his chaste and celibate father had for Forsythia. Soon after him, Aurora was next added to the family. Dedicated to his family and protecting the Sun Kingdom, Rowan joined the military as soon as he became of age. There he was taught the ways of combat and defense while his mother taught him the ways of chivalry and the court.

When war came to the Sun Kingdom, Rowan eagerly took his assignment, bidding his family farewell. The war hardened him, as it does to all. He earned many accolades by his ability and bravery. One battlefield that had turned against them lead to him saving a squad of fairy combatants and enabling their escape. Earning the scar on his check from that battle, he was rewarded by the Fairies with his bow.

Returning home whilst losing the war was very hard for him. Now, he serves as he can protecting the court, hoping for one day to have a chance to repay their oppressors in kind. Since then, he has taken up the mantle of Head of their house. With their father's death, Aurora has taken his place as the spiritual advisor and he cares for the rest.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:
⋆ Rowan is in his best shape, not heavily muscled yet still powerful and fast. Possessing the stamina of a well trained soldier.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Outstanding accuracy with his bow.
⋆ Fleet of foot and highly aware of his surroundings.
⋆ Very fast reactions.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ He is not well suited for a drawn out melee.
⋆ Heavy lifting.
⋆ Never having dedicated himself to learning magic.

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Bow 300+ years
⋆ Shortswords, simple melee 300+ years

Hand-to-Hand Combat:

Basic training, not very experienced.

⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: Nope
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): Nada
⋆ Shielding: Barely.

Best Abilities:

If really in need, he can manifest a very small and weak shield.

Avalia

Enstille Aravenus

Enstille Aravenus

Enstille Aravenus ⋆ 385 ⋆ Male ⋆ Light Elf

Appearance

Height:

6'

Build:

Lean, bordering on gangly. No significant muscle to be seen.

Hair Color:

White

Hair Length

Mid-back, just below shoulder blades

Eye Color:

Sapphire Blue

Skin Tone:

Pale

Distinguishing features:

Virtually unblemished porcelain-like skin aside from ink staining his fingers.

Psychology

Likes:

⋆ Old, dusty books.
⋆ Ancient artifacts and historical locations.
⋆ Anything that he hasn't already extensively researched.

Dislikes:

⋆ Sweating.
⋆ Long exposure to daylight.
⋆ Interruptions while he is doing research.

Fears:

⋆ Fire, flooding, basically any historically destructive disasters.
⋆ Dark magics.
⋆ Intentionally manipulative and deceptive individuals.

Habits/Quirks

⋆ Spending hours with his nose in a book, not recognizing how long he's spent.
⋆ Upon seeing or finding something that he is not familiar with, he intensely begins to study and research it. Luckily, there is not much left to amaze him.
⋆ Very terrible at reading social cues.
⋆ Actually, just terrible socially, period.

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Personality:

Enstille naturally wishes to keep to himself, though due to his upbringing and education, he is unable to function and socialize in a normal manner. He finds himself saying things he shouldn't, or staring too long when something grabs his interest.

Most often Enstille tries to avoid conflict, running to his books to calm his mind and heart whenever tense situations arise. He does not often get angry but will rise to the defense of history. Due to his quirks, he does not make many friends whether it be because he eventually makes the other person uncomfortable or, he scares himself, assuming they aren't interested.

From all of the time spent studying, Enstille has extensive knowledge but that leads to his very shallow understanding of social environments as well as standard common sense. His academic interest in historical events, locations and artifacts proves very useful when needed. In addition, his understanding of Light magic has led him to a very unique control over it, often accomplishing things that do not follow the standard "rules". This knowledge has made him somewhat overconfident when subjects he knows come up in conversation, a trait that he is often not aware of himself.

Unfortunately, his historical studies have introduced him to the idea of betrayals and manipulations so, he looks at everyone as a potential danger. This untrusting trait of his is solely rooted in how many rulers or prominent people in history are spoken of being betrayed. He naively believes that it is an extremely common occurrence in the world.

Background

Occupation

Scholar, historian, researcher primarily based out of the Higher Education Hall in Iluminata. He has occasionally taught courses but all did not last long due to his inability to connect to his students. He is still retained for his knowledge and magical advancements he can make.

Living Immediate Family Members:

Anabelle Aravenus - Mother

Balerin Aravenus - Father

Dead Immediate Family Members:

None

Current Companions:

None

Current and Past Lover(s):

None

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):

Grimoire of magical research.

History(2 paragraph minimum):

Enstille was the only child of Balerin and his frail wife, Anabelle. Unfortunately, to Balerin's ire, Anabelle could not conceive any more children after Enstille. Balerin is a very prominent trader in Iluminata and beyond. He once had dreams of a strong and hearty child to share the business with but was sorely disappointed as Enstille displayed much of his mother's frailty and interest in the academic pursuits. After Enstille's birth her health declined, leaving her mostly bedridden these days.

In Enstille's young days, he would read instead of play outside. He is lacking in stamina but makes up for it in his intelligence. Some time later, upon entering Aegnor Stonel Academy, his passion for history and knowledge began to truly sprout. He did not make friends in these days, instead finding companionship in the historical figures. Along the way, he learned of the humans that had once walked in this world. This sparked a major flame of curiosity in him that he was never truly able to satiate since the humans were purged from the world. He now studies everything he can find, every artifact related to them, at every chance he can get.

As that information ran out, he found more history to study. Rise and falls of kingdoms, battle accounts, the progression of technology and understanding of magic. If there's a historical topic to study, he has. He's even studied philosophy, though he couldn't quite connect with it. He has a collection in his office/library of ancient artifacts, some he knows the purpose of, some were left behind by the humans from their previous world. These items he has on display as trophies in his eyes.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level
⋆ Terrible. Can barely run down a hallway without losing his breath.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Physical what now?

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Doesn't believe in strength of body.
⋆ All of the physical weaknesses.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):
⋆ The best weapon is the mind. 300 years.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ Couldn’t punch water if he tried.

Light Elves
⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 50 years
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 50 years
⋆ Shielding: 200 years

Magical Abilities

Best Abilities:

Shielding and the manipulation of them. He can create solid barriers structural in their formation, sometimes plugging holes, building temporary bridges and even the enclosures of his artifacts. He also has very minute control of "shields" to the point of creating small tools when he needs them and everything in between. The shielding is not particularity the strongest, though its versatility is far beyond normal standards.

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

Takin Bent

Gratefully reaching for a new ale as it is brought to the table, he takes his time drinking this one as he contemplates the group and their introductions. Most of them turned out to be the general adventuring hunter types, regardless of their posturing to the group. Fight, kill, make money. Nothing special for the most part. There were a couple minor outliers, like the fox, the crazy little robot thing and of course the guy that thinks everyone should already know his "handsome face."

"Now that the pissing contest is over with, I would like to acknowledge a few good points. As The Mountain so astutely observed, if there was a bitch witch and a overgrown lizard in these mountains, someone would have noticed before. Seems like someone has taken up a vacation home here. Good news is, usually that means that they're not really "dug in" yet, so as our Robot Tamer so kindly offered, first light is probably going to be our best bet. The sooner we attack, the less prepared they will be to defend."

Takin gestured with his mug to each as he mentioned them before finishing the rest, setting down the mug, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

"As I mentioned previously, I am not one big for planning shit. However, if the party sees fit, it may not be a bad idea to have some recon done pre-engagement. Seems like The Drinking Queen here is well suited. If she sees anything too fucking weird we can rethink things, otherwise I'm just gonna go cut some shit up and hope y'all are behind me. I don't need preparations but if Fluffy is too scared of the dark, I'll watch a back or two, carry a pack or two, whatever."

Finished saying his piece, Takin sits and waits for the others to finish discussing. If he's needed, someone will ask for assistance, or they won't, he didn't much care right now. Tomorrow, there would be death. Either the monsters, or them. Maybe not all of them, a couple look like they'll turn tail if things go south. But for now, they drink. ♪ Drink, drink, drink. For tomorrow we may die.♪ Softly, he chuckles to himself, finding morbid humor in his thoughts before he snaps his attention back to the table and looks around to see if there's another round of drinks yet.

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

Takin Bent

"Finally, a drink and some sense." Takin took the mug from the very large man and swallowed it down in big gulps. Wiping the froth from his upper lip and belching, he looked to the woman who knows business and has taken hold of the conversation. As she gestures to the fox man standing awkwardly to the side, he turns and gives him an appraising look. Lean and of middling height, the man does not strike an impressive silhouette if it was not for the mask covering his face. He has an air about him that implies either wisdom or mischief, with Takin leaning towards the latter. Quickly however, Takin finds his mind wandering as the curious fox has nothing useful to say before his attention being brought back by him blowing a large smoke cloud over the group.
"You do parlor tricks then? Do you also make the smoke run around in the shape of horses to entertain children? I have no doubt you hold your skills in great regard, however, I am unsure how our strengths will play together."
Turning back to the group, he regards each for a moment, making sure they are settled and focused for once. He knows the place for banter but now is a time for business, that being the business of killing.
"Speaking of strengths, simply put, that is where mine lie. Strength. Strength in body as well as the blade. I may be small, it has not escaped my notice that I am the smallest here, but I assure you that does not bely the extent of my strength. As for the sword, this blade of mine," He gestures over his shoulder at the dark blade which exceeds his own height. "Can be wielded properly by me and me alone with no handicap by its size. I am team Lizard Fuck as previously stated and I do not excel in the planning of attacks. If it benefits the others, I am more than willing to initiate the fight so information can be gathered, do not mind my health."
At that, he sits back in his chair, crosses his arms and nods to the man next to him, signifying his speech is finished.

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

Takin Bent

Shrugging as the big man ignored his offer of food, Takin resumed stripping the meat from the bone. Watching as interactions between some of the monster hunters that seemed to know each other unfolded, he began to wonder What is this? Some sort of gala? Everyone likes to talk tough but none of it fucking matters until shit's dead and you aren't. Aggressively, he rips a large chunk from the leg and chews furiously as he continues to observe. Some dude sticks a finger in a gun, Wow that's fucking smart. He scoffs to himself before some dude with a mask on drops from the fucking ceiling, and there's even a talking miniature statue. Oh my gods, it's like a fucking circus in here.

The Queen's commanding voice drew his attention from the absolute racket around him and he turned his attention to her, stripping the last remnants of meat off his turkey leg. Everything sounded quite route at first, bruja in a cave That's not ideal. Big nasty lizard bastard That's more like it. And.... teams. Fuck. He took accepted his ticket and let out a long sigh as he slowly turned it to reveal the number. 1. Dread sinking into his bones he saw the small group of them.... Great, looks like today I join the circus.

Walking over and joining the forming group, he is quickly overlooked as they begin to banter and flex once more. Growing increasingly frustrated by the antics, he finally cannot contain himself. Waving the stripped bone around, getting as close to the median eye level of these idiots as he could gauge, he spoke up. Alright you prissy princesses, we get it. He's overcompensating for something, she hates the world, you all are so goddamned strong blah blah fucking blah. He points the bone flippantly and vaguely in directions as he speaks before tossing it over his shoulder with a shrug. We wouldn't all be here if we weren't all needed for this hag in a cave and her lizard bodyguard. I'm sure you are all masters of whatever field you specialize in, and that's great, truly. I, however, can't do shit against magic, so I'm on team lizard fuck. What team do the rest of you play for? He crossed his arms as he looked around, gazing up at each one, not letting his smaller stature phase him in the slightest.

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

Takin Bent

Takin followed the group down the hall and into the throne room, turkey leg in hand as he took a bite. He really did not feel like being here, but the lightness of his purse paired with the rare invite from the Queen piqued his interest. The rhythmic tapping of his sword on the fine marble mingling with the light chatter and equipment of the others. He craned his neck as he entered the throne room, his mild interest quickly succumbing to the fact that he just really didn't care. None of the pomp or flare impressed him, bottom line in his mind was that something needed to be killed and he knew he could do it. A queen is no different than a farmer when their land is threatened, queens just pay better.

Looking over at the hulking figure that had been complaining about food, about to offer some turkey before he made the comment about the ox, Takin could not still his tongue, "Lift an ox? Is that the only way a giant like you can get your cock wet or something?" He took another bite of the turkey leg before succumbing and offering it to the hungry man, "You're gonna owe me one of those if you survive this, Tiny"

Freed of his meaty burden, Takin reached his arms above his head, stretching his joints and clearing his head. Upon relaxing, the words of the blonde woman catch his ear, "Vampires you say? I think throwing this big lug might provide a better distraction if that's what we're going to be dealing with. Do you already know what this is about or something?

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

Takin Bent

Takin Bent | 23 | Fomorian | Male

Physical Appearance: Takin's 5'5" frame is littered with small silvery scars that he has earned through his relentless training. The same training has rendered his body lean, built for speed instead of raw power. Somewhat contradicting this fact however is his sword, Fragarach. Measuring at over 6' from tip to pommel, he wields it as if it were nothing more than a stick. His fiery red hair is never smoothed out and even looks like its haphazardly cut more out of convenience than style. Hard, deep green eyes stare out from his stony visage and are always on the alert. His left shoulder is home to a tattoo of a Kelpie, the first monster he ever slayed on his own. Though not truly human, there is no indicators of his true Fomorian lineage.

Class/Skillset: A dedicated swordsman, Takin has trained endlessly with Fragarach. The sword is made out of Black Iron that saps the strength of any who wield it in addition to suppressing his Fomorian heritage. The endless days with the sword have served to strengthen and enhance his abilities as a sort of resistance training. While even the strongest would struggle to even lift the giant sword, he will always be found with it over his shoulder or across his back, fiercely wielding it with deft ability when needed. If ever separated from the blade, his ability jumps beyond human and into the upper ranks of even the mythical Fomorians.

Personality: Short in both stature and temper, Takin's mouth is as foul as his moods. He takes life in stride, not being one to deliberate or plan. More often than not it has almost cost him his life however, if a problem is dangerous it deserves to see him coming. He speaks his mind, doesn't hide his mood and always finds a cold ale at the end of any fight. Driven and motivated not by coin or prestige, he seeks the thrill of battle. Every fight he wins, monster he eliminates, all are unique experiences flushed with the searing clarity of adrenaline and mortality. That being said, he is not foolish enough to dive into a fight he can't win. In times of calm, with no foe to vanquish, he busies himself with repetitive tasks like splitting wood or practicing the basics of his swordsmanship.

Not easily trusting of others, Takin has spent his time travelling alone from one monster to the next. His stoic and mildly aggressive manners have not led to many favorable interactions but this does not concern him much, he learned at an early age that the only one you can trust your life with is yourself.

Background: Takin lost his family at an early age. When the Kelpie left him bleeding on the shore, he vowed to avenge all those that were close to him. Many failed attempts later and he met an old man who spoke of a power his village had forgotten about. After much convincing by this old man, Takin finally delved into the village well and returned carrying Fragarach. Shortly after, Takin stood in the river surrounded by a growing red stain in the current, the Kelpie having been vanquished and his journey just beginning.