Name: Lorne Class: Barbarian Age: 18 Sex: Male Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://awoiaf.westeros.org/images/0/0c/Qarl_the_Maid_by_cloudninja9.jpg "enter image title here") Equipment: Iron Axe (x2), Hand-axe (x1), vulnerary (x1) Personality: Lorne, to say the very least, is a crass man. Proud, rude and belligerent, his attitude tend to put him at odds with more conventional soldiers and warriors who appreciate the discipline that he simply lacks. He does as he likes, takes what he likes and fights for what he likes as any good Feroxi would do. He possesses a strong appreciation for physical might and a disdain for 'cowardly' forms of combat like magic and the stealthier routes of assassination. Indeed, one of the few ways to earn his loyalty and respect (outside of paying him handsomely) is to prove yourself a powerful adversary or ally in the field of battle. He's a particularly hedonistic fellow as well, owing back to his lack of discipline and idea that the strong should take which they want, leaving him with a strong lust for the baser pleasures in life. Still, he's not a wholly negative man. His strengths lay in his bravery and ferocity in battle and his loyalty is absolute once earned. Biography: Lorne was born in the harsh lands of Ragna Ferox to a barmaid and what one assumes was a mercenary passing through his town. Never knowing his true father, Lorne instead found a paternal figure in his uncle who served the Western Khan's armies. He fought Lorne from a young age how to fight and live by the Feroxi way. He proved himself to be a talented warrior, one who advanced quickly under his uncle's tutelage. By the time he was fifteen years old he thought himself more than advanced enough to leave his town and explore the lands of Ferox and beyond. With axes in hand, he braved the wilds of the world and survived for a year off banditry and theft along the roads of Ferox before he was apprehended by a small party of mercenaries who had been hired to clear any highwaymen out of the countryside. Either out of generosity or short on man power, the leader of the company decided to give Lorne an option; he could either die there or he could enjoy the privilege of joining them and lining his pockets in gold in the same manner he had been doing, by cracking skulls and shedding blood, but in a more 'legal' manner. Needless to say, he accepted the offer and joined the band of swords for hire. For two years he fought along side them, eventually coming into the employ of the Ylissean army as an auxiliary force against the Church's crusade. Name: Fyra Class: Manakete Age: 68 Sex: Female Appearance: ![enter image description here](http://www.anime-planet.com/images/characters/fil_nilvaren_60134.jpg "enter image title here") Equipment: Dragonstone (x1) Personality: Fyra is a woman who, outwardly, seems to embody kindness and innocence. She holds a certain childlike naivety and natural curiosity, with a sweet if emotionally fragile disposition that one would expect of such a nice young lady. In reality, it's all a ploy to hide away her cunning and gain the trust of those around her. She's a ruthless little thing, a wolf in sheep's clothing who isn't afraid to use her exotic looks and feigned sweetness to get what she wants at the expense of others, which generally is the gold in their pockets as greed is most definitely her strongest vice. Styling herself as quite the little schemer, but even for her advanced age by human standards she's still a juvenile in her people and thus, her childish side often gets the better of her and ruins her plots. Biography: Fyra was born to two of the few remaining Manaketes far out of the eye of the public, where she could be raised in peace by her parents and the small coven in which they lived. It would've been an idealistic existence for her, had she not been kidnapped at the tender age of seven during a exploration of the forests around her people's safe haven, by a couple of human bandits prowling the area in search of travelers. Taken by the thugs thanks to her exotic appearance, she was sold off to a wealthy Plegian merchant who appreciated her for what she was; a young dragon. He kept her around, mostly as a prize and symbol of status to prove his affluence. For years, she lived as his ward, thankfully well treated while she learned the ins and outs of how humans operated, namely the way merchants swindled their way into good deals. It was this form of upbringing that inspired such a greedy, manipulative personality to take root in the impressionable young lass. She spent the better part of twenty years as the merchant's trophy, nearly half a life time to a human but a drop in the bucket for an ageless being such as herself. She could've lived off the fat little man for the rest of his days before she needed face he world herself, but being a pampered pet bored her. She found her chance to escape when the wealthy fool found himself another dragon related oddity; a rare dragonstone, the very manifestation of her people's power. She stole the artifact no sooner than her 'master' got his greasy little fingers on it and quickly used it to unlock her true potential, shifting into an elegant beast of beauty and fire. She roasted the guardsmen who attempted to stop her and took to the skies, flying far from Plegia and to the world at large, using her experience and rather fragile appearance to con her way to great fortunes.