[center][h2][b][u]The Fallen[/u][/b][/h2][/center]


[b][u]Apoalo[/u][/b]
[hider=Prince Acaelus][b]Name[/b]: Prince Acaelus of Farendar
[b]Appearance[/b]: [hider=Pics][hider=Armor][img]http://www.toptenz.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/Glorfindel_by_Magali_Villanueve.jpg[/img][/hider][hider=Sword1][img]http://www.fableblades.com/Photos/Laure/Laure%20(8).JPG[/img][/hider][hider=Sword2][img]http://www.fableblades.com/Photos/Laure/Laure%20(9).JPG[/img][/hider][hider=Acaelus][img]http://www2.pictures.zimbio.com/fp/Indiana+Evans+Brenton+Thwaites+Hit+Day+Two+ysCIKw2lSynl.jpg[/img][/hider][/hider]

[b]Age[/b]: 17
[b]Gender[/b]: Male
[b]Race[/b]: Human
[b]Rank[/b]: Templar

[b]Personality[/b]: Acaelus is a determined, stubborn, and adventuresome youth who does all he can to succeed no matter what. His whole entire life he's been told that he must be ready to help and support his brothers and his life he has done so. He has known nothing but service to his family and has dedicated himself to protecting not only Farendar as a Kingdom but his family, the Royal Family. Surprisingly and mainly due to the fact that Acaelus has been grown as a soldier he doesn't have the traditional Royal Attitude, the one that states that everything must be down according to their expectations and when it isn't problems tend to arise. He much prefers being just another soldier instead of a Prince with special treatment. Acaelus is never -truly- in his element unless he's in the middle of a fight with his sword and shield in hand. As such he enjoys the rush and thrill of battle more than anything in his young life. With his will to succeed and his dedication to protect his family and land, combining with his determination to be a good soldier, something his family can be proud of Acaelus is a young man with a ton of potential. 

[hider=Biography]When the King and the Queen were wed, King Gregor told his wife as they were preparing the consummation that he never wanted to worry about heirs so she better be ready to enjoy sons. Tamara must have put his words to heart as over the years Altaia blessed her and her husband with FIVE sons and one daughter. Prince Acaelus the First of his name is one such son. Born the fourth son in line he was older than his youngest brother by four years and his sister by three. As a fourth born son Acaelus has been bred and trained to become advisor to his oldest brothers as every Royal continued to serve the family until death did them part. It was traditional for the three eldest to be tutored and taught by the Castle staff in all the ethics of court, how to court a Lady, and of course most importantly. How to Rule. But the fourth and fifth son were given other direction, the direction of military strategy, swordsmanship, horsemanship, archery, jousting, and tourney fighting. In fact Acaelus spent most of his childhood in the military meetings with his Uncle the brother of the King whose job Acaelus would no doubt take some day. He, of course DID get trained in courtship, dancing, and how to speak just as his older brothers were taught how to fight but it was apparent where each focus truly was. Indeed, Acaelus would spend hours studying books on military strategy, taking notes on various Generals and why they did certain things. 

At the tender age of eight he was accepted (no one disobeys the King after all) by the then Champion of Farendar. A position in which Acaelus absolutely thrived. He was quite studious watching the Knight in everything that he did, watching his Knight fight and then spending entire days going over said fight, picking out every flaw he or his opponent gave away. He was taught how to care for armor, how to fletch his own arrows, how to clean a sword properly, reading the townsfolk, reading opponents, and of course how to pray to Cadeniere for guidance on how to carry out the laws of the Kingdom, and to judge those that broke them correctly. 

As he passed into Squireship he was also passed along by his father into a marriage proposal with the Southern House of Sunderland, Acaelus being a potential and favorite choice for husband to Evelyn Sunderland, despite her being much his senior. Acaelus wasn't really sure how he felt on such a thing but it was just as well as Evelyn developed magical abilities and was sent to join the prestigious Order of The Dawn Covenant. With the match over Acaelus was brought back to the capital and court where he was then Squired to a well known Blademaster who took over the title Champion of Farendar, representing the Kingdom and King in not only war, but jousts and tourney's as well. Acaelus once again thrived in his new role and it was quickly apparent that the boy possessed a natural ability for warfare and strategic planning. He was far above and other squire in the capital, a city that was well known for the quality of Knight it produced. 

With such in mind, when Acaelus was found to be able to harness magical abilities during the end of puberty the boy with his father the King's blessing requested and was accepted into the Order which he would be bride joined. He departed the Capital at once, accompanied by nothing but a single servant and a Castle Forged Longsword. When he arrived at Starwatch he tried and succeeded (for a time) to hide his true background. In fact it wasn't until a mock battle between two different groups of Acolytes that his Senior Officers realized that they had someone special. Acaelus was a whirlwind on the field mowing down anyone that dared go against him until a combat instructor decided to dim his ego a bit. What a mistake for that poor instructor, Acaelus not realizing it was a member of staff disarmed and incapacitated the instructor quickly and hoisted the flag that was his teams target into the air. It was at this time that he was recognized and the insufferable bowing began everywhere Acaelus went. It was honestly frustrating beyond belief and with desperation the boy wrote his father, explaining what happened to which his father replied that it was to be expected. Exasperated Acaelus declined every single offer of advancement and instead earned it like every single other member of his squad until on the day he turned 16 he graduated into a full Templar. 

His Father made a celebration of the achievement and Acaelus found himself once more in the Capital feasting and drinking, and jousting with Knight's from all over the realm. When it was time to leave the next day his Father presented him with a series of gifts. First, was a War Stallion bred in the Stables when he had first began Squireship. It was a magnificent beast and Acaelus named her Snowfire due to the white and grey mane she boasted. Second was a Elegant Longsword, Dwarven strengthened and crafted the blade was known as the Sword of Princes and generally always went to a second or in this case fourth born son who took it up in defense of his elder brother or brothers. Third was a full suit of armor again Dwarven Crafted and designed with plenty of protection and room to move, the gorgeous design made it Acaelus's favorite gift by far. Fourth was a Elven Longbow which the King traded for with the Wood Elves, Acaelus wasn't that good of a shot with the bow but he promised his father he'd learn which meant even more practice. Fifth, and finally was a recently refurbished and rebuilt shield with the emblem of Farendar beside the Royal Families crest. It was the Bastion of the Crown, a shield that was wielded during the once time Champion of the Human Kingdoms in the first and second wars. Overwhelmed Acaelus thanked his father, bid farewell to his brothers and sister, kissed and hugged his mother, and set back out for Starwatch, where he was to be given. Much to his surprise, to none other than Evelyn Sunderland's Regiment.[/hider]

[b]Weapons[/b]: Primary: Longsword of Farendar, sword of Princes.
                Secondary: Bastion of the Crown
                Tertiary: Elven Longbow

[b]Magic[/b]: Illusion- Psionic Blast/burst: Acaelus can localize a burst of Psionic energy to render a group of enemies incapacitated. May also be used on smaller groups of individuals as a burst.

       Illusion- Terrorize: Able to make a wall around himself or an area that causes enemies that cross said barrier to instantly cower in fear, terrorized and assaulted by their worst nightmares.

[b]Other[/b]: Often called Cae or Caelus by his friends.

[b]Post Example[/b]: I'll get one to you if the History wasn't enough.

[b]Theme Song[/b]: He has two.

Dream Evil - The Chosen Ones [hider][url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MM_c_avPlx4[/url][/hider]

Globus - Preliator [hider][url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDm9rqE8730[/url][/hider]
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[b][u]RadioactiveRat[/u][/b]
[hider=Jeremiah Mason]
Name: Jeremiah Mason
Appearance: [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dd/e6/9d/dde69d00e9e629710df839a080b91cd7.jpg[/img]
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank: Knight-Corporal.
Personality: Jeremiah is a caring and faithful commander and companion, a loving father and stalwart protector of humanity. He has a calming aura to his presence, a soothing voice and a deep understanding of people. He's naturally trustful and accepting of others, unbiased towards other races and polite even to his enemies.
Bio: Jeremiah's destiny was to become a priest of the faith, serve the people, tend to the sick and aid the poor. He was born to the caste of clergy, taught from childhood the very meaning of live - compassion, acceptance and love. He would have become a great priest, had it not been for a savage assault of beasts against the monastery where he grew up in, which killed nearly all of its inhabitants. Jeremiah escaped with a younger desciple under his care and took the road to the capital to spread word of the incident. 

During his travels he was exposed to the real world outside the domain of his parish - the pettiness, cruelty, arrogance, fear and loathing of the common man of anything strange. The murderous jealousy, the avaricious nature of man and the hatred flowing through the world. It both disgusted and inspired Jeremiah, and formed the basis for the reason of his ascension in the order of the knights of the dawn. He believed in changing reality to fit a better world, and teaching through example - that men can lead a life of charity, compassion and forgiveness even while fighting against the most vile mindless beasts of the dark abyss. He continues to fight despite, and mostly because of his family - every foray into enemy territory may leave his wife and son alone in the world, but he chooses to risk it all to keep them and humanity safe from harm.

Weapons(Primary, Secondary, Tertiary): - Sword of Fear
- Shield of Inspiration
- Crossbow of Purity

Magic: 
Restoration Adept - War-cry: A Rallying war-cry which puts bravery in the hearts of his companions and prepares them for battle.
Field-Surgeon: Advanced healing capabilities, used when immobile.
Calm: Relaxes both foe and ally, either to drive an enemy into apathy or help an ally regain their composure.
Pyromancy Apprentice - Eternal Flame: Sets a weapon on fire, making a pretty light-show in the process.
Other: N/A
Post Example:
Theme Song(optional): TBA
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[b][u]Rotten[/u][/b]
[hider=Donovan Redpath]

[b]Age:[/b] 23
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Race:[/b] Dark elf human hybrid
[b]Rank:[/b] Templar
[hr][b]Appearance[/b]
He stands an average 5'10" and weighs in at 170 pounds of lean muscle. Being half dark elf, Donovan has an unkempt mane of white hair atop his head along with red irises, but these features are usually concealed by magic; in their place are untangled black tendrils and viridescent eyes. Possessing a refined nose, pointed ears, and and an angular face, the knight's elvish descent very visibly crafted his face. Complementing his good looks is his porcelain skin. Among his few blemishes are the scars all over his body, either originating from combat or the use of blood magic. When unoccupied he can be seen chewing on the herbs he loves so much or playing with his nails. 

Donovan's usual attire consist pieces of leather armor, jackboots, and battle gloves. Adorning the warrior's body are his weapons: a knife sheathed at the his waist, a knight's sword by his side, plus his bow and quiver on his back. His most prominent garb is his white leather mask that displays a zipped toothy smile which stretches from ear to ear and two black dots where his eyes should be; however, the mask's appearance can be altered to whatever he could imagine it to be. In his usually full pockets are poisonous herbs, candles, and a tinderbox along with a small container of flammable liquid. He conceals it all under a black cloak. 

[b]Personality[/b] 
Defined by his two contrasting upbringings, this templar is evidently the offspring of a man and a monster. From his father Donovan gained his humanity and his mother his ferocity. Like his old man, he's kind and generous by default, and loves to make friends to be loyal to. He's an adventurous dreamer who likes to assume the best outcome is possible and that every [i]human[/i] is kind. 

Until familiarity breeds contempt. He is unmistakably a dark elf when in combat, doing whatever it takes to win, be it biting into your enemy's throat or gouging their eyeballs out. His bow, sword, and combat gloves display his versatility and ability to adapt to whatever situation he is in, this combined with his cunning and dauntlessness making him a formidable foe. The power-hungry, ruthless man doesnt seem like much of a knight, being suggestible and having no strong moral code. His other unchivalrous traits are his seeming vanity, boastfulness, and desire for glory and fame. 

And if there is anything that could match his ambitions it would be his fears. Among the is his fear of becoming as deplorable as his mother outside of combat, the dark elf marauder gang his mother was in, losing, dying, loneliness, and being inadequate. 

[b]History[/b] 
Donovan's story begins with his mother's hedonism. Lilith Redpath was a deplorable woman, most of her time being spent pillaging and playing with her beloved prizes, and support in the form of a band of marauders made self-gratification even easier. After once another victory, the bandits were looting the corpses while Lilith looked through the leftovers for any particularly handsome human bodies that lusted for angels; her promiscuity extended to all races and ignored things like whether or not someone was alive. However, the poor soul of her picking hadn't quite departed his body yet. Using his illusion magic the pulverized templar tricked his attacker's senses into continuing to believe he was dead. Following the ordeal, the savage continued to wreak havoc until the growing baby inside of her forced her to be pushed to sidelines. Believing the pregnancy to be the result of an encounter with the head of the gang, Lilith played with the idea of having a child. 

There were no problems with the pregnancy and its result was an exceptionally strong kid. Donovan was raised like any other dark elf, minus any free time. From the moment the dark elf human hybrid was born, he lived and breathed combat. Lilith raised him to be her own little soldier and trained him to do everything she told him without question. The boy would fight other elf children in the marauder camp, for victory meant glory and loss meant condemnation. With mother's approval on the line, the little one fought like a beast, and as reward he would receive lessons in training the Redpath's hereditary branch of necromancy. Everything was relatively violent for a while.

At the age of 9, a group of templars led by his father raided the temporary settlement. The knight got his revenge and decapitated Lilith before immediately being assaulted by a much weaker Donovan, but the boy could not better his dad in combat. It is during this fight that—despite his racism and being constantly reminded by the event— Kaiden learned to love his son. He convinced the child that he was his father before scooping him up and taking him to the human world.

Donovan was raised within a new human family which consisted of a nicer mother, a father, and a little brother; the latter being his first real friend. On his 14th birthday, the naive boy decided it would be a good idea to go adventuring, and in the end his little brother pays when a monster disemboweled him; in return he brutalized the creature. Afterward, his father enrolled him into the covenant, believing that he had a talent for killing monsters, but the 14 year old saw it as his dad wanting to get rid of him over killing his one wanted son. He knew damn well how many people died in the convenant, seeing as how he is an ex-templar. His father offered him the family sword before he left, which Donovan denied. Following many years of training, he finally became a templar. 

[b]Magic[/b]
[list]
[*]Necromancy-Blood Magic: Dead Matter manipulation- A hereditary branch of necromancy that allows him to manipulate the dead parts of a being he killed/dismembered. Be it making the corpse explode or making its blood pierce through its skin and into and unarmored opponent, Donovan can do it. 

[*]Necromancy-Conjuration: Capable of reanimating corpses and summoning demons that wont kill him if he is lucky.

[*]Illusion: He owns a mask that boosts his almost nonexistent skill in illusion magic. Without the mask he can change what the color of things look like. Yup. That's about it. With the mask Donovan can entirely change his visage.

[*]Necromancy-Mad st00pid magic-Purposeful Possession: Not so much of a magic skill as it is suicide. This magician has played with the idea of allowing a demon to control his body and destroy anything around it, be it his opponents as well as his allies. Never actually performed it and he doesn't plan on doing so due to the risks.[/list]
[b]Other:[/b]
-He is ambidextrous
-Has incredible spitting prowess

[b]Theme Song: [/b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unxIpA617kQ] The Deadman's Waltz [/url]
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[b][u]ChristaEinheart[/u][/b]
[hider=Maria Blazeheart]
Name: Maria Blazeheart
Appearance: [hider][img]http://orig09.deviantart.net/f947/f/2012/117/6/6/66ddbbbb7d7153c330148e819ed43eed-d4xpn2g.jpg[/img][/hider]
Age(20 and up): 23
Gender: female
Race(Human, Wood Elf, Dark Elf, Dwarf): Human 
Rank:(No rank higher than Knight-Lieutenant): Initiate
Personality: 
Maria is a quiet and gentle lady, being one of a lack of desire to harm unless it's to protect others. She's very friendly with people, but can be a little easily intimidated at times. She's getting tougher and stronger, but Maria's definitely a work-in-progress. Pretty down-to-earth, Maria tends to be the one to calm people down and mediate fights and such.
Bio: [hider]
Maria grew up in a poor household, in the capital of the Farendar kingdom, but she was Apprenticed into a small Carpentry guild. Unfortunately, she was sent away by her parents to be an Initiate in The Order. The girl was raised by powerful warriors, but she tended to lean towards magic. She never really liked actual fighting and they went ahead and let her grow as a Mage. As she trained, she learned she was pretty good at Geomancy and she's been doing pretty good in her work.

She's currently working on a new project in her Magic, trying to figure out how to make gems out of dirt. She was doing badly til she wandered the city, looking for a good place to think. She found an interesting book and quietly bought it, using her small Allowance and brought it back and started reading up on it. [/hider]

Weapons(Primary, Secondary, Tertiary): Bo-staff, Bow and arrows and several throwing knives.
Magic: Geomancy
Other: She's a little on the artistic and music obsessed. Loves to draw and sing, most days, but only when alone.
Post Example:
[hider]
Maria frowned softly and tilted her head to the side. She was reading in her room by a magic crystal she'd put light into, thought it was not easy. She was having a hard time understanding all of this, but she was slowly working through it all. She closed her eyes and hummed a gentle tune to herself, one she'd heard the night before in the dining hall. The tune was bouncy, but she was slowing it down for her own purposes and was trying to think of how to handle the problems in this book and her project with the Gems. Opening her eyes again, she took a deep breath and started reading again. 

When the dawn broke, she yawned and rubbed her eyes before standing and muttering sleepily. Stumbling off to clean herself up for her lessons for the day, she realized she was going to have a hard time concentrating today. Shaking her head, the girl softly chuckled to herself and stretched. 
"I...wonder..." the small girl muttered to herself, frowning deeply in thought. 
Turning back to her desk, she turned the page on the book and read the next paragraph, then smiled brightly and ran out of the room, leaving her book [i]and[/i] her door open as she headed as fast as she could to the gardens outside. Crouching in the dirt, she grabbed some dirt out of the ground and started chanting to herself. 

A glow covered her hands and the mud in her hands and when it went away, there was a small, rough gem. It was translucent and a pinkish-red color. Maria cheered, jumping up and hopping up and down, before getting heavily dizzy and fainting. [/hider]

Theme Song(optional): [url]https://youtu.be/Jhxl5XkDrUc[/url]
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[b][u]Dynamo Frokane[/u][/b]
[hider=Halen Vayne]
[b]Name:[/b] Halen Vayne-Claymore
[b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://img0.ndsstatic.com/wallpapers/80372dccd79e2075feff8f5c99f59581_large.jpeg[/img]
[b]Age:[/b] 78 (around 26 in his half elven life span years)
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Race:[/b] Half-Elf
[b]Rank:[/b] Hired Mecernary Initiate
[b]Personality:[/b] Halen's viciously tough life has shaped him many times. Born with resentment in his heart and always touted as an outcast he learned very early that he would have to look out for himself. Also in his storied career as a beast hunter has made him somewhat animal like in nature, being very in-tune with his natural surrounding and having to think like a beast to track them. Recently though he has found relative peace in his heart since getting married to his new wife 
[hider=Malorie Vayne]
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1eUOe52f-iw/UQGHeXioDfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5j3DKMjIhdA/s320/eso+bosmer+female.png
[/hider] whose name he took proudly. So as a husband who is now thinking of starting a family he carries himself in a more respectful and humble manner although the nasiter sides of his personality will rear their head occasionally.

[b]Bio:[/b] Halen was born in land (or realm) much different to the one he currently finds himself in. He is the illegitimate offspring of an Elven Queen mother and a Beserker Human Father. The circumstances of his conception are widely known to be rape (when the beserker came and attacked the kingdom). The Queen decided to keep the child and give birth to half elf boy who the kingdom hated, not just for his human blood (humans were forbidden from the realm) but for the horrible event which his very existence represented. Because of this his mother was forced to exile him and her first son and Halen's older brother Redswift (who was meant to be king) Decided to leave in disgust of the elven kingdom's politics and find his own way and maybe also reunite with his brother. Halen had a long and storied career after being outcasted that cant be covered here but he became a very famous and powerful beast hunter and occasional mercenary and was able to come to terms with his half elven heritage and once meeting his also Half Elven wife Malorie he decided to carry his heritage with pride.

Now he wants to find his brother Redswift who is on a personal journey to learn more about the elven people from other lands other than the closed off community he was born in. Redswift had traveled to [b]Talmaria[/b] as a royal envoy to speak with the politicians at the Relastmina din Unadine for more information and the possibility of forming a relationship with his own secret elven kingdom which he left to build bridges with other elfs for a brighter future.

Halen has now offered his skills to the Templars as a hired initiate. He hopes to not only bring peace to his soul by doing righteous work but also to locate his brother along the way. 

[b]Weapons: [/b]
-Large 2-Handed Claymore Sword forged by Chaos Dwarves

-Elven Bow with special beast-killer arrows

-Brass knuckles made from Orca scales

[b]Magic:[/b] Cryomancy Expert (the only magic Halen has ever learned and practiced)

[b]Other:[/b] Halen is still a hunter and carries many tools and traps to catch any animal and most beasts, this includes nets, poisons, rope, snares, and bait. Halen has been hunting beasts for nearly 60 years and has basically killed or captured every mythological, rare or dangerous creature you can think of which has given him an encyclopedia style knowledge on all living things and how to handle them. 


[b]Theme Song:[/b]

[hider=Quiet Half-Elf Pride]
[youtube=Lhv_yFMuwxs]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfQ4DiRzd14[/youtube]
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[b][u]IcePezz[/u][/b]
[hider=Madelyn Thorne]
[img]http://girlsincapes.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/lagerta_sword-640x479.jpeg[/img]
[Color=darkcyan]Name:[/color] Madelyn Thorne

[COLOR=darkcyan]Age:[/color] 27

[COLOR=darkcyan]Gender:[/color] Female

[Color=darkcyan]Race:[/color] Human

[color=darkcyan]Rank:[/color] Templar

[Color=darkcyan]Personality:[/color] At first glance, there is nothing spectacular about Maddy. Despite being the tom-boyish typical girl next door, she is quite average. Kind-hearted, outspoken, perhaps even a bit reckless at times. But there is also a darkness inside her. Something a bit deeper than just a haunted past. If you ask her about it, she'll actually shy away with shame and fear. It's for this reason more than any that she has not taken any position above Templar.

[Color=darkcyan]Bio:[/color] As a toddler, Maddy wanted nothing to do with dolls, or any other girly toys. She had one older brother whom she idolized, and often could be found poking around his room.

Even as a child, Madelyn had a temper, it was as if she had been completely possessed by rage whenever pushed far enough. This only grew as she got older unfortunately. She was known as the underdog, always standing up against bullies. But her rage wasn't always unleashed upon the guilty. One unlucky day, her rage got the best of her. She was just a child, who had no idea how to control herself - the surge of adrenaline, the powerful strength she possessed. 

At the age of 12, her parents sent her away, somewhere to atone- somewhere she could never harm another. It was here that she received her training, both as a warrior and as a berserker. And when she was of age, she set upon a path that would change her life forever. The blood of her past is always with her, but by joining the Covenant, she looks towards a better future.

[Color=darkcyan]Weapons:[/color]
[Color=red]Primary[/color] A long sword on her back.
[Color=red]Secondary[/color] A pair of kukri that hang off each hip.
[Color=red]Third[/color] Brass Knuckles

[Color=darkcyan]Magic:[/color] none

[Color=darkcyan]Other:[/color] Berserker Abilities; 
[COLOR=violet]Rage:[/color] While in battle, her rage grows. She pools together all emotions, allowing them to fuel her attacks, making them inhumanly strong.
[Color=violet]Just a scratch:[/color] Maddy will often fly into battle, head held high, sword in hand. Any injuries are barely felt. She also is extremely durable, so not only would she not feel most attacks, most will also do little damage. 
[Color=violet]Berserker Strike:[/color] As she gains strength, she becomes adaptive to her opponents moves, improvising new techniques to bring them down. 

While Maddy may be faster and stronger than most, she fades very quickly. Unless of course she controls the rage and paces any increase. Controlling it however, is easier said than done.

When she can afford the quiet time she'll usually spend it reading. And if she's really lucky, the one act that calms her nerves is dancing. While she's not exceptionally good at it, there is grace and depth in her movement. It provides structure and rules, discipline and clarity. All of which she's yet to master in her daily life.

[Color=darkcyan]Post Example:[/color]
[Hider=Sample]
She awoke to the noise of a clocktower. The boat had been docked already for a few hours, but she was in desperate need of sleep and no one seemed to notice her still on the boat. She slept with her axe firmly planted in her hands...perhaps that was why no one bothered her. 

She losed a breath, finally making her way to her feet. Strapping the axe firmly to her back, she continued to fix herself up enough to greet the world she had stumbled upon. Slowly and cautiously she wandered off the boat and onto the docks. Her hood was pulled back just enough that she could properly study the setting before her. She glanced over the horizon, then settled on the wonders that were Waeldeshore. There were shore men yelling orders, still pulling shipments off the dozens of boats that were docked. The street shops seemed busy and the square was quite crowded. She counted the number of guards positioned on the docks and throughout the square. [Color=darkcyan]“What are they expecting, a siege?”[/color] she muttered to herself, a smirk edging its way on her lips. She checked herself before hopping into the street, patting her pockets and pouches, her fingers gliding slowly over the hilt of the dagger stationed on her belt. [Color=darkcyan]“All ready to explore the heavily guarded town”[/color] again muttering to herself as her gaze drifted over the crowd. 

There was a man yelling at a shopkeeper, something about ‘anti magic’ … [color=darkcyan][i]"note to self - stay away from him”[/i][/color], a splash in the water as someone fell nearby. Elsewhere in the square, a pretty boy and what seemed to be a short one were picking on a kid, “tsk tsk” she shook her head slowly. She pulled a flask from a hidden pocket, subtly took a sip and put it away. Tugging her hood back over her face, she decided to meander through the crowd, hoping no one would notice her. Who in the world would notice the woman covered head to toe in dark leathers and cloths?! 
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[COLOR=darkcyan]Theme Song(optional):[/color] Pull Me Under- Dream Theater
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[b][u]Mega Birb[/u][/b]
[hider=Lucien Jakorian]
[center][h1][color=darkorange]Cleric Lucien Jakorian[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/ab/85/2f/ab852f5692697a7a4d0cd7702a64556e.jpg[/img][/center]
	[b]Age:[/b]  [s]35[/s] 47, with approval of the correction.

	[b]Gender:[/b]  Male

	[b]Race:[/b]  Human

	[b]Rank:[/b]  Knight-Sergeant

	[b]Personality:[/b]  As a Cleric, Lucien is bound by his prayers to heal his allies and punish his enemies in the name of the Holy one he prays to.  Thus, he is deeply religious like most Templars.  He despises demons, though does not mind half-bred demons, as the few he has dealt with had wished to forsake the pact that made a parent a demonic sorcerer.  He tolerates Necromancers, though silently despises them, as they raise the dead to fight again.  Overall, he’s a jolly individual with a stomach of steel, having once won a drinking contest by downing half-a-barrel of ale and managing to remain upright.  Ask him about that, he somehow remembers the story through the drunken haze he was in.  Quite vividly, as a matter of fact.

	[b]Bio:[/b]	Born to a poor family in a small village far from any major city in the kingdom of Farendar, Lucien Jakorian grew up in the bubble that was his home.  He lived contently, helping his father in the fields as he grew, praying faithfully to a God he knew very little of.  Therefore, he assumed such an enigma to be all-powerful to have drawn such a following.
	He was wrong.  Around age twelve, Lucien’s village was sacked by orcs and was burned to the ground.  The men were killed, the women raped, and the children sold into slavery, Jakorian was no exception.  Carted away from the life he once knew, he muttered a prayer to Cadeniere, knowing only that he presided over justice.
	His prayer wasn’t answered until six years later, when the encampment he had toiled in for ages was finally attacked by the Dawn Covenant.  Lucien was almost killed in the aftermath, a knight nearly mistaking him for a Shriek Orphan in a cage, based solely on how badly emaciated he was.  Obviously, he was not killed by his saviors, and now serves the Order faithfully, sparing the innocent and killing the monsters that once imprisoned him.
	He’s slowly risen through the ranks, killing the monsters that he fears, but will never admit to it.  For obvious reasons, he protects the weak, hastily running into battle where innocent victims are present, and usually expending too much energy inflicting harm on those he deems threats.  On a lighter note, he loves food.  He’ll eat just about anything you put in front of him.

	[b]WEAPONS[/b]
	[i]Primary:[/i]  Banishing Buzdygan
	[i]Secondary:[/i]  Holy Talisman of Just Actions
	[i]Tertiary:[/i]  Candeniere’s Crossbow
[hider=Buzdygan][img]http://www.goods.pl/images/products/pl/Buzdygan_Saurona_-Wladca_Pierscieni_LOTR_UC3034.jpg[/img][/hider]
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	[b]Magic:[/b]  Advanced Restoration- With the Gods on his side, Lucien is a healer that has come close to mending fatal wounds.  In other words, an arrow in the chest is fixable, given the slim chance that no organs were pierced and said arrow is neither barbed nor fletched properly.

	[b]OTHER[/b]
-May obsessively clean his talisman if nervous about anything.
-Among the last people you want cooking for you.
-Has gone two months since last shaving.

	[b]Post Example:[/b]  Lucien, having stayed more towards the castle wall through the fighting and healing the injured, looked out towards the left flank… and it was collapsing.  If he was gonna bust some heads, now was the time.  He muttered a quick prayer and removed his mace from the loop in his belt, raised his talisman, then bellowed a rallying cry.  [color=darkorange]“FIRST ROUND OF ALE’S ON ME FOR WHOEVER HELPS TO FORTIFY THE LEFT FLANK!”[/color]  His loud voice dominated the immediate area, drawing the attention of a large band of soldiers.
	Unorthodox, yes, but it worked.  With the cleric leading the charge with a haphazardly large amount of excess soldier close behind, he raised his mace to the air and yelled, his gruff voice being faintly heard from even the front lines.  [color=darkorange]“ALTAIA, INVOKE ME!”[/color]  He cried, then proceeded to slam the heavy end of the weapon into an oncoming creature’s face as he broke through the stagnant wall of allies, essentially killing the beast on impact.  His one hope was that he had good aim today and didn’t have to save someone’s hide with a crossbow bolt.
	He only had so many of the damn things, after all.

	[b]Theme Song:[/b]  [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=89NjEeHku8o]Drunken Lullabies, by Flogging Molly[/url]
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[b][u]Aara1112[/u][/b]
[hider=Lloyd Castellans]
Name: Lloyd Castellans
Age: 32
Race: Human
Rank: Knight-Lieutenant
[img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/d1/d3/78/d1d37816ae5477124aeacc333203e4fc.jpg[/img]

Personality: An ambitious man, with words he is blunt and direct; rarely does him use flattery to win others over. For him, lip service is as good as kissing a mule’s arse for action speaks louder than words. As a realist, though he is sworn to uphold his duties as Templar, he will break his oaths if need be if it is for the greater good. Lloyd puts himself first, everything else is secondary.

Background: 
The fifth son of a wealthy landowner, this meant that Lloyd’s share in the family coffers were next to nothing when his father died. This along with him being bullied by his older siblings caused Lloyd to seek other means of strength. With little prospect within his family (much of the money was being spend on his older siblings and he loathed the idea of working for them), he left his home to join the order at the age of 15.

Thus, he arrived at Starwatch, the Order’s Fortress as an initiate. With a zealous fervor he studied both magic and swordsmanship. It was very hard in the beginning for he had no formal training in either of them but the anger that raged inside him, the idea of coming back home only to be mocked at for being a failure, only made him focus more intensely on his tutelage. His hard work paid off and at the age of 23, he was formally inducted to become a Templar.

He continued to train himself in the art of war and as a Templar, he opted to wield both the staff and the sword. This proved to be his signature fighting style and he continued to improve it throughout the years.

One of the Knight-Captains saw great potential in Lloyd and took him under his wing. With guidance from Jord the Gallant, he learned a great deal. Jord found the young man to be brash, confident and eager to learn. Yet he also sensed an inner darkness within him and tried to chisel it away by teaching him of humility and compassion.

These teachings were of little interest to Lloyd but he was grateful. Jord felt like the father he never had and for this, he was thankful. When it came time for him to leave them to depart, Lloyd cried for the first time in many years. He came to realize he did not have to live in the shadow of his family’s name and perhaps compassion was something beautiful. He had the strength to carve out his own destiny and was no longer beholden to the past.

At the age of 30, he became a knight-lieutenant, 3 years after the split.

Weapons: 
Lloyd was said to be fearless in battle as he fights with both the sword and the staff. This sort of fighting style, the seamless weaving of magic and swordsmanship into one is one of the hardest to master and few take it up for it requires immense concentration on both ends.

Rod of Good Fortunes
Steel Sword

Magic:
Cryomancy Expertise: His repertoire of abilities include sending water at high speeds, creating a frost armor enchantment, and crearing a frost nova by slamming his staff on the ground and some more.
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[b][u]Ace of flames01[/u][/b]
[hider=Ruinil]
Name: Ruinil
Appearance:[img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/474x/45/f6/b5/45f6b57cb4de6125544c05db8ecb9bbd.jpg[/img]

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Age(20 and up): 27 years 
Gender: Female 
Race(Human, Wood Elf, Dark Elf, Dwarf): Half demon half wood elf hybrid 
Rank:(No rank higher than Knight-Lieutenant): Knight- Corporal
Personality:Her childhood has left Ruinil with a quiet and reserved personality. This gives others the impression that she is cocky or arrogant when in actuality she just has a hard time trusting others. Once you have gained her trust; she is actually a very kind and gentle person.
Bio:
Ruinil is the result of a elf woman being raped by a demon. Her mother died during childbirth and Ruinil's demonic side was sealed away with silver earrings. Since Ruinil was half demon; she was shunned by almost everyone, including the church. 

For most of her life, Ruinil lived in an orphanage where she was often physically abused by her peers and the managers of the orphanage.

At age of 17, Ruinil began her training to become a Templar on her quest for bitter revenge against the dark magic that not only created her but is also the reason for her suffering.

Being half demon not only made it hard for Ruinil to enter her training but to graduate as a Templar. Her training lasted long 7 years and it took another 3 years for her to be promoted to Corporal.
Weapons(Primary, Secondary, Tertiary):
Primary: long bow
Secondary: elfin sword
Magic: Pyromancy: Ruinil can create small fires and shoot fire balls at enemies 
Restoration: Ruinil has the ability to heal her allies and her self. However, it can only heal injuries that are not fatal or heal fatal wounds to the point where they are no longer fatal.
Other: Ruinil's name means "Red Fire"
She has incredible agility, speed and endurance 
Post Example:
Theme Song(optional):[url]http://youtu.be/n-Dh3ftkRAs[/url]
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[b][u]Catchphrase[/u][/b]
[hider=Varrus]
Name: Varrus Blood-Shield

Appearance: Average height and build. Red hair and blue eyes. Tattoo of wolf on chest, whip scars on his back. Clean shaven with short hair. Wear armour that looks like a Roman Legionary, except he wears pants underneath and uses boots with metal grieves built into them. His armour is made of polished steel and boiled leather. Always has a smug, arrogant smile and a cheeky look in his eye.

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Rank: Templar

Personality: Calm under pressure, quick thinking and hard to aggravate. He is cautious and has a good sense of humour as well as a quick wit. Is ruthless in combat and lacks compassion, he will do whatever it takes to get the job done, get paid and then get drunk.

Bio: His parents both died when he was very young, leaving him with his family armour, a good sword and shield, and in the capable hands of his uncle. He never learned much about his parents, except that they were proud fools as his uncle puts it. His uncle raised him on the road, the only places they stayed were wherever they were getting paid to work, at inns or at brothels. His uncle was a mercenary for hire and taught him how to well and fight dirty. Uncle was killed in a bar brawl when he was 16 and he headed out on his own. Fell in love with a whore when he was 20, married him in secret and adopted three kids. Buried him and the kids when his lovers pimp found them. Killed the pimp, his crew and anyone he thought was involved. For two years he wandered around, becoming a drunk and taking jobs, no matter how bad paying, whenever he could get them. At 22 he was recruited and only recently finished his training. After he finished training he became a bit more pleasant to be around, but was no longer like the man he used to be, instead becoming a remorseless killer, waiting for an opponent to best him.

Weapons: Gladius with steel core and silver edges with a wolf engraved on one side of the late and an eagle on the other. A square shield which covers him from neck to shin, made from triple folded steel on top of wood with silver and gold engravings on it. Is proficient in unarmed combat.

Magic: Never used magic, never will

Post example: Varrus sat in the corner of an old rundown inn. He was getting drunk off of cheap, foul tasting ale, still mourning the loss of his family. He took a long gulp of the swill and sneered at anyone who looked in his direction. He took another gulp and looked down at his mug, "I'm sorry," he said to himself, "it's my fault you're dead. I'm sorry." He heard someone pull out the chair across from him, and without looking up, growled at them in an attempt to make them leave him alone.

"Oh quit that stupid noise man, it makes you seem more pathetic and animalistic than you do already." Varrus looked at the man opposite him in the eye with a look that said 'I've killed for less'. "You don't know who you're messing with kid!" He snarled at the man, "Leave me in peace, and I may forgive you." 

The man laughed, "But I'm hear to offer you work," he said, "but if you rather I left." He was halfway up from his chair when Varrus held up his hand, "Stop! What's the job? And it better be worth it, for your sake." The man smiled, "Oh, it's worth it alright. How'd you like to be a Templar?" 

And thus began the journey of Varrus Blood-Shield from a drunken nobody, to a monster slayer. Right after he sobered up and bathed himself for the first time in a year.
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[b][u]Cuccoruler[/u][/b]
[hider= Cythlla]
Name: Cythlla Lorry
Appearance: [img]http://orig03.deviantart.net/e711/f/2011/172/e/a/yandere_russia_by_mikitk-d3jmotf.png[/img]
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Rank: Templar
Personality: Cythlla is a very easy going girl for the most part, atleast until she starts talking about her work. Cythlla is firstly and foremost a necromancer. As such many people have said that she is the least sane of anyone working as a Templar. She poor’s too much of her own life into her work. Off the record Cythlla has even used the bodies of dead Templars in her experiments. Cythlla also loves a good drink.
Bio: Cythlla was born into a rather poor family. She was eventually sold of as a slave to elves. For the most part she acted as a servant to some elven nobles, she hated it though. Around the age of 10 she started to read up books on magic in secret. She took a liking to necromancy the most though, at the age of 14 she escaped her enslavement and continued to study necromancy in secret.
At around the age of 17 Cythlla summoned her first spirit successfully after years of failures; she was even able to bind this spirit to a bear she had captured. The spirit has since been living as the bear and even helping Cythlla continue to improve her necromancy. The Spirit’s name is Melcor, however Cythlla calls him Henry. Why she calls him henry is anyone’s guess. 
As Cythlla continued her experiments she slowly started to lose her mind more and more, as it is she has used enough of her own life force that she will live to see 50 if she’s lucky. Finally at the age of 18 Cythlla entered the Order and has worked as a researcher as well as going into the field occasionally, mostly due to her expertise in magic.
Weapons: Cythlla uses a shovel for the most part as a weapon, She has a dagger for a secondary weapon but otherwise she uses magic for the most part.
Magic: Necromancy- Conjuration
Other: Cythlla has a bear that has a spirit bound to it. She calls this bear Henry, he often fights along side Cythlla as she casts her spells. Cythlla is also a masochist.
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[hider=Henry]
Name: Melcor (goes by Henry)
Appearance: 
[hider=Bear Form]
 [img]http://orig06.deviantart.net/025b/f/2013/345/8/f/bear_by_yanadhyana-d6xmxsk.jpg[/img]
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[hider= Human Form]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/qWMv4EF.png[/img]
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Age(20 and up): The Bear is 16 years old. The spirit however is much older.
Gender: Male
Race: Possessed Bear
Rank: Familiar to a Templar 
Personality: Henry is very wise, and also very protective. Henry acted annoyed at his masters insistence on calling him Henry. But eventually he got used to it. So long as no one hurts Cythlla he will be fine. When it comes to his past life as a human he tends to not let others know about it.
Bio: Henry was originally a human, that was until he was cursed to become a spirit. Eventually he found himself drawn to a site of a ritual. He found a magic circle with a bear in the middle of it. Cythlla was there as well performing the ritual. Before Henry knew it though he had the body of a bear. He had become a familiar to Cythlla the necromancer. Ever since he has been protecting Cythlla. Though lately he has been working with Cythlla to find a way to lift his curse, maybe even return him to human form one day.
Weapons: He claws, teeth, and his own weight(wrestling moves)
Magic: Illusion (only used to project images)
Other: Henry is the familiar of Cythlla
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