Age:
25
Appearance:
Standing at 6'4" and a total 300lbs, Duncan is a big guy. He's mostly muscle, well all muscle really. He's built like a wall, and usually can be seen wearing his long brown hair either loose or tied in a low ponytail at the nape of his neck with a leather strap he keeps tied around his wrist when he's not tying his hair back. Duncan has deep blue eyes, rich in color, they're striking at first glance. He usually sticks to neutral colors, wears as little clothing as he physically has to in order to be considered a gentleman still, and would much prefer never having tgo wear a shirt.
💧Has a jagged blade scar on his back going from his right shoulder blade to his left hip.
💧His attire usually consists of cloth strap sandles or leather boots, loose trousers usually in darker neutral colors or cream. He is usually shirtless unless he has to wear one, and then it's usually a loose fitting tunic in a neutral color.
💧Usually keeps a trim beard, but is never fully clean shaven.
Nation:
Tidian--the Nation of Waves
Profession:
Hunter/Fisherman
Personality:
Pensive 💧 Kind 💧 Compassionate 💧 Honorable 💧 Loyal 💧 Protective 💧 Strong-Willed 💧 Brave
Not one to initiate idle conversation, Duncan can come off rather serious. He doesn't have much in the way of a sense of humor, but can appreciate someone who does and every now and then will crack a sarcastic joke. But more often than not, Duncan is quiet and observant. He's studious, intelligent, and never one to back down from danger. Though, he doesn't go searching for a fight either. Duncan is protective of those that cannot protect themselves, a firm believer in right and wrong, and an avid pursuer of justice. Duncan doesn't like to see innocent people mistreated.
Duncan is definitely the first to step up and help when needed, he's entirely selfless, usually the last person to think of himself. He prefers the company of silence though, not one for large crowds and not one to draw attention to himself. He's usually found meditating, reading, or training in his free time. Duncan is very strong, very active, and loves the outdoors. He loves nature, and the water, more than anything else. He finds true beauty in the way the water moves, the way the trees sway in the breeze. Duncan is one to stop and smell the roses, he tries to be optimistic but really is a realist to his core. He's a gentleman with a good heart, a strong warrior, and a fiercely loyal friend.
History:
Born to Demetrius and Cecilia Emory, Duncan was raised an only child. He was raised to be kind and helpful to those he met, his parents both the same way. They were both warriors of the Tidian nation, hunters and fishermen. Growing up in a small town not far from the capital city of Tidian, Duncan was used to meeting strange people. He's just not very good at communicating with them. Duncan has always been quiet, to himself.
When Duncan was eight, raiders from Embarron descended on their small town, pillaging and plundering for their own profit and pleasure. His parents both being warriors had leaped to the front lines of battle to defeat them, but they'd both lost their lives in the process. Duncan had become an orphan, raised by the local blacksmith like his own son. Duncan never took to making weapons though, his real calling always being the sea. He was drawn to it like a moth to the flame since he was a child, with no reasoning as to why.
Duncan began training a year later under the watchful eye of Maxim, the blacksmith. Duncan found that the trident suited him well, with a long reach and sharp points, it was the weapon Duncan felt most comfortable with. He trained with those, spears, swords, whatever he could get his hands on. He wanted to purge the nation and the land of Relaria of all that dared cause pain to innocents. He would never be defenseless again.
Duncan became a sort of leader for his small town when he hit adulthood. One of the strongest, most capable, and first to look after those in need; Duncan has bedn whispered about as a potential candidate for the Circle of Waves, the elder council that governed the great nation of Tidian. He didn't care much for the position, and he was much too young, but he'd already made his impression on those that mattered.
Age:
21
Appearance:
Standing at 5'2", Briala is rather short. She's also very thin, only weighing roughly 120lbs, she's small and spry. Briala's hair is long and the color of honey, reaching her mid-back in gentle waves. Her eyes are the color of the sky, a light blue so light they're almost white. Her skin is fair and unblemished, and prone to flushing when her emotions taken over. Briala usually can be seen wearing flowy and loose garments, dresses and skirts paired with loose blouses. She often will wrap loose shawls around her head to maintain her large amount of hair, or to block the sunlight from her skin, as her skin is rather sensitive.
Nation:
Lyria-- The Nation of Wanderers
Profession:
Traveling Bard
Member of the Order of Whispers
Personality:
Warm☀️ Compassionate ☀️ Selfless ☀️ Empathetic ☀️ Patient ☀️ Observant ☀️ Pensive ☀️Passive
Quiet but selfless to a fault, Briala is probably one of the most genuinely kind people in the entire kingdom. The woman truly does not have a mean bone in her body, and she really hates harming other human beings. She's totally against violence, doesn't see the point of wars, and just wishes to keep the peace any way that she can. She loves music and everything to do with it, plays the flute and the lute, and can even hold a pretty good tune. (Her voice is like angels singing, or so she's told) Briala is like a drop of honey, warm and sweet to her core. She's definitely a mediator.
But Briala will protect the helpless, will spend her last to feed the hungry, and has a soft spot for anyone in need of help. She absolutely adores children animals, old people, plants, nature, sunshine, and basically anything that puts a smile on her face. She's bright, Bubbly, but soft-spoken. She's highly intelligent, well read, and has a very extensive vernacular. She isn't one to appear gullible or naive, though some can assume she is, she can see through a lie or a falsity better than most.
History:
Raised an orphan for as long as she can remember, Briala's first memory is of traveling with the Order of Whispers. The group was more secretive at the time, a special group of trained warriors pledged to defend Lyria and fiercely loyal to the King. Her parents must have been a part of it, because they were Briala's only family, the Order of Whispers. It was all she knew growing up, traveling around with warriors and musicians alike as she learned that war came with a price. Briala's group of family were not people to enjoy war, but they understood the necessity. Briala herself, never could. She hated fighting, hated violence, would much rather enjoy her music.
Briala pledged her loyalty to the Order time and time again however. Despite her opinions on violence, The Order was pledged with helping those in need, and they were her family. She could never bring herself to leave them after everything they had done for her. So Briala spent her entire life up until this point traveling, singing tales of the land to any who would listen and trying to kepe the peace as best as she could.
