[hider=Marco Maxwell]Full Name: Marco Maxwell  
Nicknames/Titles: Marco Stormborn, Marco the Cobalt, Marco 
Occupation: Apprentice, Court Mage, 
Birthday: November 18th.
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 120lbs.
Race: Human
Sex/Gender: Male
Age: 14
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Birth: Barcea

Biography: Born the son of farmers, Marco never knew a rich life. Everything he earned, he earned by his own two hands. Though he was a runt, barely 3 feet tall by his tenth name day with no muscle mass to be accounted for, he still kept up with his daily chores. He was a smart boy, using tools more than his body really, to accomplish what others doubted he could do. He was teased much for his structure, often left out by the other kids while they played games with one another.

But Marco was content with this. It allowed him time to grow his mind, rather than his body. You could barely find him without a book tucked in arm or lost in the depths of another great adventure. During harvest, while visiting the south to sell the abundance of crops they had reaped this year many were worried about the approaching winds, storms seen on the horizon for weeks prior. However, Marco's father was determined to get his business done and concluded before the storm made for land.

It was during the night that the storm hit, a surprise to all but the worldliest of fishermen. The shack they were housed in shook like a shivering coward. It creaked and moaned like the spirits of the dead come to haunt it. The wind was insane, ripping apart the building. It stole his safety and Marco was certain that he would die. His father tried to secure the boy down, tying him to a post in the middle of the room. The seaward walls were sucked off, shattered in the crosswinds and sprayed splinters everywhere. Marco cried, pleaded to whatever Divines were present to spare him. He was heard and spared with nothing more than minimal rope burns.

Lost in the wake of the storm, Marco's world began to collapse. Suddenly, he was alone. He had no guidance, no money, and worst of all, he had lost his father. One of the few people who loved him was gown, swallowed by wind and sea. He had no idea how he would regain contact with his mother, nor did he even know if he would ever see her again. He had given up hope at this point, but it would be by Divines’ grace that his hope would return. 

A very studious mage, a rare breed within this part of the world, happened to be at the port town on his own business. The man who would come to be known as Macro's master, Az'Cer Codigo, was young, much younger than his father for sure. In his eyes however was the glare of a man whom has seen more than his fair share of tragedies. He found Macro within his depression, addressing the boy as he would an old friend, and brought him to one of the few standing buildings left. Macro didn't realize at that point that his life had changed, for he was too focused on his past. 

To this day, Macro wasn't sure if Az'Cer was there to investigate the storm or if the mage was there for the poor farmer boy. Regardless, Macro took up the duties that mage gave to him quickly. It was fair enough work for saving the boy's life. He held a hidden talent for the magical arts. Perhaps that was why he knew what to do to succeed while others went at an issue with brute force. Eventually, he began to enjoy life with Az'Cer and had all but forgotten about his old life. Though on silent nights, you may be able to catch him whimpering in his sleep about what transpired. 

Personality: Small and shy Marco would rather keep his mouth close and his thoughts silent, as Az'Cer instructed him to do. He has always seen his magical art as a tool to be used and mastered. He is more than likely has his nose buried in a book to try and learn something new. He tends to be hardheaded, thinking that he is right until proven wrong. He is still awkward around women, which leads to him blushing and stutter over his speech when he is to speak.

Likes: Books, quiet, peace, magic, learning, tea or any warm beverage.
Dislikes: Water of great depth, morons, conflict of any kind. 
Skills/Strengths: Basic Magical skill, Telepathy, Telekinesis, Illusions,
Flaws/Weaknesses: Physically weak, Emotional, Easily Fooled, Must prepare his spells beforehand.
Weapons/Equipment: His magic journal, a select few (4) potions of minor healing, an extra set of travelling clothes, an extra set of underpants.
Appearance: [url=http://orig04.deviantart.net/15ee/f/2008/240/2/d/2d2c8c81f9a9218be949d0ddb918d252.jpg]FC 1[/url] [url=https://67.media.tumblr.com/7cc1e9ba8b9d8d5c4f2f4c6d620d058c/tumblr_nz68w8CNSk1t5z3yho1_540.jpg]FC 2[/url]
Theme Songs: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbttZVTSJRU]Two Steps From Hell - Blackheart (SkyWorld)[/url]
Other: Marco is a melting pot of emotional taurma, under the right conditions, he can easily lose control his his magical talent.
Main or Side: Main
Username: GinookazenoJinn[/hider]
[hider=Jinn Sagaro]Full Name: Jinn Sagaro 
Nicknames/Titles: [s]Ser Jinn Sagaro von Fondlebottom, Lord of the Duck, King of the Cookie. Fourth of his name, Sixteenth of his line.[/s] Ginookaze no Jinn

Occupation: Inventor, Baker, Lover
Birthday: October 7th
Height: 6' 7''
Weight: 210lbs.
Race: Elf
Sex/Gender: Male
Age: Two Hundred Twenty-Two
Sexuality: Yes

Place of Birth: The Nation of Barcea

Biography: Jinn Sagaro: Warrior. Protector. General cool dude. 
Born into a family of elves, he is the oldest male born from his fathers seed, birthed by elf and raised a human woman. She was a lovely maiden, fair of skin and hair. He was the lucky one, being born beautiful and strong in the eyes of his father and mother.  Jinn quickly out lived his parents, through either sickness or other natural causes, though it was sad to see his mother pass. He never really cared for his father. His father was never around, galvanizing through the world until his timely death. The man sired many hungry mouths in the world, but also cleansed the world of many more. Claimed that it was his duty to kill this "Eyeblight" and others like it.  Disgusted by his father, Jinn disowned his family and decided to strike out on his own at the tender age of Ninety-nine.

Living on his own proved more difficult than originally thought. While yes, he held the skills needed to survive the wilds on the world on his own, he still had needs. He traveled the world for most of his adult life, for over a century. He traveled far and wide, getting into many misadventures of grand scale full of women, treasure, and possible sexual transmitted infections. Jinn made a name for himself in Jasi by being an effective Bounty Hunter/Mercenary. He even found love a couple of times, if anyone could love someone as toxic as him.

Recently, he returned to his home land in order to fight in the war between  Barcea and H'Kela. He fought hard, for fifteen long years, along side his kinsmen. During the conflict however, Jinn did the unthinkable. A young sibling of his was trapped, stuck between a raging H'kelan and a hard place. His father, close to the end of his life cycle, had all but written off the 'Eyeblight.' Jinn on the other hand, had not. He slew the H'klean and then his father as well in the bloodlust. He was labelled hero by the citizen of Barcea and kinslayer by his family. Their words would have stung more, had he not disowned them long ago.

Now, he is his own man. No longer a Sagaro, but no less Jinn than he was before. He is still watchful of his former kin, for they would try and enact their revenge for their father's death.

Personality: Jinn is a fun loving, easy going individual who uses humor and jokes to cover up his true feelings at any given moment. Deeply caring and compassionate about his people and family. He is willing to go to any lengths in order to please someone he cares for, though it may seem a bit extreme overall. Though, on the other side of the coin, he is willing to go to whatever extreme he has to in order harm someone.

He normally prefers to smile and laugh, as well as drink himself into a brief stupor.

Likes: Bitches, Cookies, Watermelon, Steak and cheese sandwiches, 
Dislikes: Feeling down, Himself, the Jasi higher ups (long story), 

Skills/Strengths: Jinn has affinity for the element of Wind, making him swifter than most others. He is an excelled combatant, though he has been out of practice since opening the fabled Jinn-kun's House of Poon™. He is a quick thinker, a skilled tactician, and has shown knowledge of most mechanical objects. He also has magic in his blood line, specific to his clan, that allows him to move at the speed of the wind. 

Flaws/Weaknesses: Rapid Degrading Mental Stability, Lack of general focus or structure, Procrastination, Alcoholic, Disregard to order, Doesn't like much higher authority.

Weapons/Equipment: Two custom build pistols, one carbine rifle with additional scope, one Extending Broadsword, A pack of cinnamon flavored gel candy, a small container of dried meat sticks, a pouch of dried smoking weeds and plants, a flask.
 
Appearance: Standing amazing and tall at 6'7", Jinn is a devilish handsome fellow. He is pale of skin, white of hair, and eyes as grey as steel. Muscular of build, not as lithe as the others of his race. Usually seen wearing a crimson leather coat, regardless of weather, brown pants, and black boots.

Theme Songs:  [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2o9ni_d8dXg]Alive - Papa Roach[/url] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdV_bzJgRxE]The Fiend[/url] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gj6ynmg_8nU]Never Surrender[/url]
Other: Jinn has the alcohol tolerance of a machine. He has spent four days drinking straight before he went beyond the realm of tipsy. He tends to cleanse his system with gallons of water daily, along with meals designed to help remove the toxins. He has a strange love for baked goods, especially cookies.
Inspirations: Myself, Dante Sparda, Deadpool, 
Main or Side: Main
Username: Ginookaze no Jinn[/hider]