[hider=Daewyn Tyrgwyn]
[center][b][h1][url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ce/e1/69/cee169459c3a694865a7d2fb875d6b39.jpg] Daewyn Tyrgwyn[/url][/h1][/b]

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[u][b][color=teal][h3]Basic Information[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[color=teal][b]Full Name:[/b][/color] Daewyn Tyrgwyn
[color=teal][b]Age:[/b][/color] About 180
[color=teal][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Male
[color=teal][b]Birth Date:[/b][/color] The seventh day of the third month, or so he says.
[color=teal][b]Race:[/b] [/color] Elf
[color=teal][b]Alignment:[/b] [/color] Neutral

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[u][b][color=teal][h3]Appearance[/h3][/color][/b][/u]
[color=teal][b]Hair Colour:[/b][/color] Brown
[color=teal][b]Eye Colour:[/b] [/color] Hazel
[color=teal][b]Face Shape:[/b] [/color] Pointed nose, high cheekbones, strong, thick jawline, but rounded in the sense he isn't going hungry anytime soon.
[color=teal][b]Skin Tone:[/b][/color] Tanned
[color=teal][b]Height:[/b][/color] Six foot, eight inches. 203.2 cm
[color=teal][b]Weight:[/b][/color] 205 lbs, 93 kg.
[color=teal][b]Body Type:[/b][/color] As average as he can manage, not wanting to get overweight, but not really going out of his way to be muscular.
[color=teal][b]Natural Markings: [/b][/color] None
[color=teal][b]Scar(s): [/b][/color] He has scars covered a fair portion of his body. Most of them a thin lines that criss cross over each other from getting caught in wire traps, others are wider, with smooth edges from sword blades, and some are jagged tears from whips.
[color=teal][b]Tattoo(s): [/b][/color] None.

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[u][b][color=teal][h3]Personality[/h3][/color][/b][/u]
[color=teal][b]3 Words:[/b][/color] Whimsical, sarcastic, stern (What 3 words would best describe your character's personality?)
[color=Teal][b]Like(s):[/b] [/color] Being left to his own devices, being occasionally helpful, books, testing out spells and traps on the unsuspecting, finding answers to questions that bother him.
[color=teal][b]Dislike(s): [/b][/color] Being told what to do, being talked to like someone thinks they're better than him, being left with a cliffhanger, someone purposefully withholding an answer he seeks, extreme amounts of effort

[color=teal][b]Want(s): [/b][/color] His ultimate goal is one that he realizes if never going to be complete: he wants knowledge, more and more knowledge. The more there is to know, the more he wants to know it. He also wants to see Sybil find her way in the world. To find a purpose meant just for him.
[color=teal][b]Fear(s):[/b][/color] To run out of answers. Something happening to Sybil. 

[i][b][color=teal][h3]Favourite...[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=Teal][b]Colour(s):[/b][/color] Teal
[color=teal][b]Time of Day:[/b][/color] Night
[color=teal][b]Food:[/b][/color] Anything sweet
[color=teal][b]Animal:[/b][/color] Uh, cats?
[color=teal][b]Place in Terra:[/b][/color] The Institute- Books, duh?

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[u][b][color=teal][h3]Skills and Attributes[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[i][b][color=teal][h3]Skills[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=teal][b]Special ablilty/ies:[/b][/color] None that he's aware of- hasn't really gone out of his way to find something.
[color=teal][b]Good at...:[/b] [/color] He's very good at determining when to use his wit and when to stay silent; he's also good at finding the answers and figuring out where to look to find them if his clues are obscure. He also is apparently good at raising wayward children found lost wandering in the woods. 
[color=teal][b]Bad at...:[/b] [/color] Not making it clear that he thinks your idea is stupid or what you said is, caring for others plights aside from his own that would take him out of his current way, raising a teenaged girl

[i][b][color=teal][h3]Traits[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=teal][b]Good Habit(s):[/b][/color] Listening to others before acting/speaking... or at least letting them finish first
[color=teal][b]Bad Habit(s):[/b][/color] No poker face, not tuning people out if they're long winded or he doesn't agree

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[u][b][color=teal][h3]History[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[i][b][color=Teal][h3]The Past[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
Daewyn grew up learning from his uncle, Nero, all that there was to know at the time about poultices and even the history of the world as he knew it, but Nero always made one thing painfully clear for Daewyn. He said that even with as much knowledge as he had shared with him, he had barely scratched the surface of what all there was to know. The world was huge, practically impossible to completely explore without needing to back track to learn new things that had changed and been discovered in a place you'd already been. Daewyn spent his younger years hanging on his uncle's every word when he was around, but Nero was a wanderer- as could be expected from his tales- and was gone more than he was present. His parents fed the desire to explore and to learn by buying him books and scrolls of random facts and recipes that he would try to memorize or create. His aunt Amera was well versed in magic, an expert at it as much as her brother was an expert at gaining knowledge, and from her he learned the craft and learned to excel at it as well, showing off for her new techniques he'd learned in her absence whenever she would blow through town. She didn't wander for knowledge but rather to avoid creating too deep of roots in a place. Daewyn's mother, Marianna, had explained that their childhood had been fraught with danger from their own father, and that fact had lead Amera to avoiding relationships outside of her siblings, never trusting anyone and never allowing herself to feel much of anything.
Seeing the difference in his mother's siblings showed Daewyn what he wanted to be as an adult, and what he didn't want. He liked the idea of wandering too and from, never really settling too long in a place, but he liked being there long enough to gather information, to always be in the know of what was going on in the different parts of Terra. He didn't go completely unscathed. He had a bit of a witty, sarcastic attitude about everything, including his own failings, which got him into a skirmish or two. He could have easily dealt with each wound so that they didn't leave a mark, but he remembered how many scars his aunt Amera had hidden under her tattoos. He felt like it was a sign of his maturity, his experience, and so he kept them. They also reminded him of what he should and shouldn't do in certain situations in order not to gain more.
It was in these wanderings he'd come across the young Sybil. She couldn't remember much aside from her name and that she was lost when he found her, and he could tell she'd been wandering for a long time. He couldn't help but be moved by her plight and promised to take her with him as he traveled so that maybe they could find her parents as they went. She's been tailing at his heels ever since. 
However, Sybil and Daewyn's personal views differed. Daewyn doesn't much see the need for sword play when he's as well versed at magic as he is, but Sybil was impatient when it came to learning something so intangible. She liked the feel of a blade in her hand (she tried the bow and arrow first, but after nearly shooting him, he quickly banned those for good), so he sought out a different sibling of his mother's (she had like five or six, he couldn't remember exactly), Raina, who knew weapons well. She got Sybil started with a sword and knives for close quarter combat, but she wasn't much of a teacher. Raina wasn't typically a wanderer like her other siblings, but somehow always found somewhere else to be when Sybil insisted they go visit her. Daewyn was forced to make stops here and there for Sybil to get her form practice on with a tree or two, though he's finding himself hoping when Sybil has a little more "world knowledge" Raina won't find her so annoying that she keeps leaving and he can leave the two of them together for a change. However, he tried it once, and Sybil acted as if he were the worse traitor there was- that he was trying to go back on his word of helping her find her parents. The thought of that face always evokes a sigh from his lips. He hasn't tried it again since..... yet.

[i][b][color=teal][h3]The Present[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
Daewyn is merely a wanderer, picking a what he can find as far as information goes, here and there. He's yet to actually visit the Institute since it's so.... claimed? The idea of getting into the turf war between the nephlim and the revenant doesn't particularly seem like something he wants to do, but the idea of so much knowledge being in one place, it's practically enough to make his mouth water. So he's slowly making his way in that direction, keeping ears out for any other such place, but he knows there is none. He still has Sybil in his company, and he tries to help her improve her battle tactics by having sparring matches with her, but it's like a wolf sparring with a puppy- it's completely one sided.
As he wanders, Daewyn is finding the one thing none of his aunts or uncles could tell him how to find- a purpose. True, he wanted to help find Sybil's parents, or some information about who they were, but what then? What if they never learn that information, what if it's just lost? He desires to find something to do for himself, something to fill the void. But he hasn't the faintest idea of where to even begin trying to find what his heart desires, what would make him feel that much more complete....
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[hider=Sybil Nightwind]
[center][b][h1][url=http://static.mangadrawing.net/users/image/27308-armor-braid-brown-hair-cross-elf.bfa51ed3cd4ebd249b93c02ce8c7a3dd.jpg] Sybil Nightwind[/url][/h1][/b]


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[u][b][color=crimson][h3]Basic Information[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[color=crimson][b]Full Name:[/b][/color] Sybil Nightwind
[color=crimson][b]Age:[/b][/color] 80
[color=crimson][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Female
[color=crimson][b]Birth Date:[/b][/color] Not entirely sure, but she knows it was in the springtime
[color=crimson][b]Race:[/b] [/color]Elf
[color=crimson][b]Alignment:[/b] [/color] Neutral 

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[u][b][color=crimson][h3]Appearance[/h3][/color][/b][/u]
[color=crimson][b]Hair Colour:[/b][/color] Brown
[color=crimson][b]Eye Colour:[/b] [/color] Green
[color=crimson][b]Face Shape:[/b] [/color] Mostly round with a pointed chin
[color=crimson][b]Skin Tone:[/b][/color] Mostly fair, though a touch of a tan
[color=crimson][b]Height:[/b][/color] 6ft even, 183 cm
[color=crimson][b]Weight:[/b][/color] 180 lbs. 82 kg
[color=crimson][b]Body Type:[/b][/color] She's more lithe than slender, but Wyn thinks she could put on some weight
[color=crimson][b]Natural Markings: [/b][/color]None
[color=crimson][b]Scar(s): [/b][/color] None
[color=crimson][b]Tattoo(s): [/b][/color] None that she'll admit to

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[u][b][color=crimson][h3]Personality[/h3][/color][/b][/u]
[color=crimson][b]3 Words:[/b][/color] Lively, naive, determined
[color=crimson][b]Like(s):[/b] [/color] To prove herself capable of living up to expectations, even better if she can surpass those expectations; increasing her skills in both defense and offense; seeing Wyn actually being impressed with her
[color=crimson][b]Dislike(s): [/b][/color] When she fails; feeling like she's making no progress in improving her abilities; being looked down on because she's young or because she's a bastard child

[color=crimson][b]Want(s): [/b][/color] She wants to learn who her parents are/were, why she was abandoned, and, in a mostly unrelated means to become strong enough to travel on her own- brave enough really.
[color=crimson][b]Fear(s):[/b][/color] Being beaten for real in a fight on her own, never learning the truth about her parents, being a burden to Daewyn

[i][b][color=crimson][h3]Favourite...[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=crimson][b]Colour(s):[/b][/color] Red, but more like blood red rather than rose red, not that she's saying she likes blood
[color=crimson][b]Time of Day:[/b][/color] Sunset
[color=crimson][b]Food:[/b][/color] Red meat
[color=crimson][b]Animal:[/b][/color] Horse
[color=crimson][b]Place in Terra:[/b][/color] If she has to pick something it would be the Lake of Terra

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[u][b][color=crimson][h3]Skills and Attributes[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[i][b][color=crimson][h3]Skills[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=crimson][b]Special ablilty/ies:[/b][/color] Nothing that she knows of
[color=crimson][b]Good at...:[/b] [/color] She is actually quite good at putting together traps for hunting, and she has incredible stamina during a sword fight.
[color=crimson][b]Bad at...:[/b] [/color] Aiming. Daewyn won't even jokingly put a bow and arrow in her hands. She's also bad at drinking. No tolerance whatsoever.

[i][b][color=crimson][h3]Traits[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=crimson][b]Good Habit(s):[/b][/color] She is diligent in her training, and she follows directions well when she realizes that somene is better at something than her so that she can learn the proper way to do something.
[color=crimson][b]Bad Habit(s):[/b][/color] If Daewyn admonishes her for doing something wrong, she tends to get really mouthy and doesn't listen to reason [i]from him specifically[/i]

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[u][b][color=crimson][h3]History[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[i][b][color=crimson][h3]The Past[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
Sybil's earliest memories were the woods. Being surrounded by them, and the dark of night. She was lost from the start, but at first too confused to realize. She just started walking and walking, following the wind since she couldn't see the sky. She didn't know what the sky was supposed to tell her, but all it had for her was clouds, which she knew wasn't what she wanted. She didn't know why she knew that or how, but she did. She followed the wind whenever and wherever it would blow that night until it brought her to a road. She followed the road, not thinking to ask for help, not yet. She was just trying to remember who she was. 
It wasn't until her stomach started to growl that she was pulled from her revere, her fog. She realized her legs ached, she was cold, and now hungry. She looked around, trying to determine where she was, how long she had been walking, but she looked over just as a scarred male reached the crest of the hill where she was standing; he offered her help, offering to help her find her parents. She didn't think about it till he said it that she needed to find them. She thanked him for his help and followed him when he told her to go. She decided that if she followed him, he could help her find the answers she needed- about who she really was and why she was there alone. She remembered her first name was Sybil, but he came up with a last name for her when she kept drawing a blank. 
She found the longer she was with Daewyn, the more she looked up to him and wanted to prove herself of worth to him. He didn't really [b]need[/b] anyone to protect him- he'd figured that part out- but she didn't want him having to protect her. That's why she wanted to learn how to fight, but magic was too complicated, too time consuming to be bothered with. When she held a sword for the first time, it just felt right, like it fit right into her hand- was meant to. She still needed some training, and Raina was useful enough for getting her started- though she never wanted to and she made that crystal clear. She was fine with that, it was Daewyn trying to leave her with the insipid woman that made her upset. She thought he was abandoning her, that he was going to go back on his word- she knew how he wandered, it could be a decade before he decided to come back! But he didn't and she would make sure to prove her worth so the idea didn't cross his mind again. She didn't want to be alone with so many things unknown.

[i][b][color=crimson][h3]The Present[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
Sybil is tagging along with Daewyn these 10 long years later, though she's much more efficient with a sword. She realized at some point that she knew the art of the sword already, that it was what was lost in that mind of hers, but she still has no idea what she was and where she was from. She figures that Daewyn was on the right track all along- imagine that, the know-it-all being right- that finding her parents would answer a lot of questions, they could at least tell her who she had been at some point, but she worries about whether or not they're even alive. What if she had gotten lost when running away from something that happened to them? It would explain why she had been empty handed and barefoot. 
For now, she just follows her comrade for as long as he'll allow her, and she hopes she can one day conquer her fear of the unknown- or more her fear of abandonment- that she will be able to spread her wings and do things on her own. She doesn't want to be a burden to him and as she has come to realize he's searching for his own purpose- which means she'll be getting in the way. She's been paying close attention to his methods of getting information as of late so that she can do the same herself once she finally decides she's able to go off on her own. But the nighttime darkness whispers threats of solitude and of her being lost forever the second she tries to go her own way....[/center][/hider]

[hider=Nyx][center][b][h1][color=black][url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c2/05/97/c205978d54660245ab15702e56d26664.jpg]Nyx[/url][/color][/h1][/b]

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[u][b][color=seagreen][h3]Basic Information[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[color=seagreen][b]Full Name:[/b][/color] She goes only by Nyx, having abandoned her surname upon her infliction
[color=seagreen][b]Age:[/b][/color] 40
[color=Seagreen][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Female
[color=Seagreen][b]Birth Date:[/b][/color] 13/07
[color=Seagreen][b]Race:[/b] [/color] [url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/darknightrp/images/c/c8/9475691lycan.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130619194516]Lycan[/url]
[color=Seagreen][b]Alignment:[/b] [/color] Neutral, but her behaviors lean towards Revenant

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[u][b][color=Seagreen][h3]Appearance[/h3][/color][/b][/u]
[color=Seagreen][b]Hair Colour:[/b][/color] Light red, close to orange (fur is lighter, more like a grey)
[color=Seagreen][b]Eye Colour:[/b] [/color] Greyish-green
[color=Seagreen][b]Face Shape:[/b] [/color] Round
[color=Seagreen][b]Skin Tone:[/b][/color] Tanned
[color=Seagreen][b]Height:[/b][/color] 5 foot 8, 178 cm (lycan height 6 ft 2, 189 cm)
[color=Seagreen][b]Weight:[/b][/color] 185 lbs, 84 kg (lycan weight 210 lbs, 95 kg)
[color=Seagreen][b]Body Type:[/b][/color] Muscular, but not bulky
[color=Seagreen][b]Natural Markings: [/b][/color] Nope
[color=Seagreen][b]Scar(s): [/b][/color] She has many older scars on her arms and back from her early days of a soldier, and there's the scar from the bite that turned her on her thigh
[color=Seagreen][b]Tattoo(s): [/b][/color] She has a sword and shield tattooed on her right shoulder blade

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[u][b][color=Seagreen][h3]Personality[/h3][/color][/b][/u]
[color=Seagreen][b]3 Words:[/b][/color] Cold, driven, non-sympathetic. 
[color=Seagreen][b]Like(s):[/b] [/color] Having a purpose; reaching a goal; being respected for her prestige as a [i]humani[/i]; the occassional chance to just relax after accomplishing a goal
[color=Seagreen][b]Dislike(s): [/b][/color] Being a lycan; the sort of thrill she gets from killing now that she is one; a certain bloody pathed elf that lead her to this fate

[color=Seagreen][b]Want(s): [/b][/color] She either wants to be freed from this curse or to find a place she can belong as what she is now; not just a place that can use her for what she is but will actually accept her.
[color=Seagreen][b]Fear(s):[/b][/color] That she becomes forever the wolf and cannot return to her humani side.

[i][b][color=Seagreen][h3]Favourite...[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=Seagreen][b]Colour(s):[/b][/color] The green hue that clean sea water gets
[color=Seagreen][b]Time of Day:[/b][/color] Midday
[color=Seagreen][b]Food:[/b][/color] Even without her lycan tendacies she loves a good cut of meat
[color=Seagreen][b]Animal:[/b][/color] She doesn't like a particular breed of beast, but one horse in particular- her war horse, [url=http://www.miricalesfromheaven.com/uploads/1WhiteArabianStallion.jpg]Winter's Ghost[/url] (no, she didn't name him)
[color=Seagreen][b]Place in Terra:[/b][/color] She tends to stay closer to Wellborough for jobs, but spends a fair amount of time at the graveyard, mourning the loss of her comrades

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[u][b][color=Seagreen][h3]Skills and Attributes[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[i][b][color=Seagreen][h3]Skills[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=Seagreen][b]Special ablilty/ies:[/b][/color] Uhh, I don't think so??
[color=Seagreen][b]Good at...:[/b] [/color]Though her skill tends to lie with a blade, she is an exceptional seamstress and is also very skilled in leather crafts- hence how she made her lycan form its own leather based armor. She is also very good at holding her alcohol.
[color=Seagreen][b]Bad at...:[/b] [/color] Caring about other people's problems. She tends to tune people out once they start spewing out their life's story or just walks off altogether. She's also bad at poker.

[i][b][color=Seagreen][h3]Traits[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=Seagreen][b]Good Habit(s):[/b][/color] Keeps her items, weapons, and horse maintained, always measures a situation before inserting herself into it
[color=Seagreen][b]Bad Habit(s):[/b][/color] Not listening to people when she's come up with a plan, blaming herself for the loss of her men

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[u][b][color=Seagreen][h3]History[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[i][b][color=Seagreen][h3]The Past[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
Nyx was born in Wellborough and had a fairly trouble-free childhood. Her father did odd jobs and sometimes took up bounties to make ends meet, and her mother made clothes as well. But it was boring. Nyx would often play with the neighborhood kids with sticks, pretending to be fighting, to be soldiers. As she got older, the game became a desire. She would not live her life idly like her mother. She had grown up learning the craft, and learning how to work with leathers from her father, but making things wasn't satisfying. She wanted to get out of this village and do something meaningful.
In her late teens, she acted on that desire. She and those friends took up being a small troupe, taking on seemingly more difficult jobs that would take them away from the protection of the town and into the woods around them, going as far as they could. They gained a reputation- a good one. They were skilled fighters and Nyx was an unrelenting force of nature with a sword. But all the glory would come crashing down on her head- her ego would be her undoing. They were on their way back to the village, to collect their bounty for a hard job done, when a young elf woman came out of the trees, covered in blood. 
When their eyes made contact, the woman began to suddenly beg them for help, beg them to come help her friends, they were being attacked by monsters. No one stopped to think about any of the oddities of the situation. Nyx said that they would help her, and her friends thought of how they'd be called heroes for doing so. They charged into the situation without knowing what they were even getting into.They followed her deep into the woods when suddenly they couldn't see her anymore. They dismounted their horses to make sure they hadn't trampled her or left her behind. Her men began dropping one by one, blood showering on their horses, even their horses getting cut down, their squeals of pain echoing in the woods. Nyx started to mount Ghost, in an attempt to flee the terror they had gotten into when a thick blade, like a butcher's knife, dug into her shoulder and she hit the ground. She yelled at her horse to run as the elf woman turned on the beast. She just laughed and looked down at Nyx, saying something about how she'd let her go, let her contemplate the foolishness of her actions- she'd had enough fun anyways. She left after removing her blade from Nyx's arm, laughing as she went into the woods. 
Nyx didn't sit still. She got back to her feet, looking for something on her friend's fallen horses to mend her shoulder, swearing and apologizing to their corpses all the while. Just as she took up one of their swords in her left hand- not her strong hand- she heard a growling surrounding her. She turned to face the beasts as they came from the woods and she put up a fight but not before one sunk its fangs into her leg. She didn't beat them, and she shouldn't have outrun them. But it seemed that elf was not the only one who wantd to enjoy watching her suffer...

[i][b][color=Seagreen][h3]The Present[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
Nyx got her revenge against those wolves that had turned her into what she was- she felt no sense of camaraderie with the beasts, only hatred that they would condemn her to this fate. She hunted them down and used a mix of her own abilities and the curse that they'd inflicted on her. She got the corpses of her friends before anything could happen to them and had them buried in the graveyard- their memories did not need to be tarnished with something changing them after death. It was there that Ghost reappeared to her as if he had been waiting for her there. He did not seem afraid her regardless of what she was.
She created a leather-based armor for her lycan self so that she would not be so easily injured by the basics, which she keeps on Ghost's saddle. She has resumed her position of a sellsword, taking oddjobs as she sees fit, though she plans to murder a certain elf if she can ever find her. She wants to make her pay for everything that happened that day- she didn't care why, nothing justified it, she just wanted to tear her apart.
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[hider=Corra Lerouge][center][b][h1][color=firebrick][url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/5b/0b/45/5b0b45df0bb73ac55d13b76a50c2964d.jpg]Corra Lerouge[/url][/color][/h1][/b]

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[u][b][color=firebrick][h3]Basic Information[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[color=firebrick][b]Full Name:[/b][/color] Corra Lerouge
[color=firebrick][b]Age:[/b][/color] 30
[color=firebrick][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Female
[color=firebrick][b]Birth Date:[/b][/color] 14/08
[color=firebrick][b]Race:[/b] [/color] Fire elemental
[color=firebrick][b]Alignment:[/b] [/color] Neutral

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[u][b][color=firebrick][h3]Appearance[/h3][/color][/b][/u]
[color=firebrick][b]Hair Colour:[/b][/color] Auburn
[color=firebrick][b]Eye Colour:[/b] [/color] Red, like a brick
[color=firebrick][b]Face Shape:[/b] [/color] Semi-heart shaped, more pointed though
[color=firebrick][b]Skin Tone:[/b][/color] Fair
[color=firebrick][b]Height:[/b][/color] 5 foot 5, 168 cm
[color=firebrick][b]Weight:[/b][/color] 145 lbs, 66 kg
[color=firebrick][b]Body Type:[/b][/color] Petite
[color=firebrick][b]Natural Markings: [/b][/color]Nope
[color=firebrick][b]Scar(s): [/b][/color]No
[color=firebrick][b]Tattoo(s): [/b][/color]She has a flaming heart on the left side of her chest

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[u][b][color=firebrick][h3]Personality[/h3][/color][/b][/u]
[color=firebrick][b]3 Words:[/b][/color] Passionate, hot head, impulsive
[color=firebrick][b]Like(s):[/b] [/color] Getting her way, meeting "not stupid dwarves", making an extra flame here or there
[color=firebrick][b]Dislike(s): [/b][/color] Being told no, being surrounded by dwarves, rain

[color=firebrick][b]Want(s): [/b][/color] She currently doesn't have one, aside from getting out in the world, but she's open to anything
[color=firebrick][b]Fear(s):[/b][/color] Being forever trapped Volkungthad and having no real purpose in life

[i][b][color=firebrick][h3]Favourite...[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=firebrick][b]Colour(s):[/b][/color] Red and black
[color=firebrick][b]Time of Day:[/b][/color] Daytime
[color=firebrick][b]Food:[/b][/color] Sweets
[color=firebrick][b]Animal:[/b][/color] Lizards
[color=firebrick][b]Place in Terra:[/b][/color] Anywhere other than Volkungthad 

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[u][b][color=firebrick][h3]Skills and Attributes[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[i][b][color=firebrick][h3]Skills[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=firebrick][b]Special ablilty/ies:[/b][/color] Well because of Analise, the whole body flame thing is kind of taken, but she can create forms with the flames, and sometimes even manages to make a sentient flame to do something for her.
[color=firebrick][b]Good at...:[/b] [/color] Making an impression, convincing people what she wants is what they want (through the sheer power of they'll give it to her to shut her up), smelting weapons and armor
[color=firebrick][b]Bad at...:[/b] [/color] Behaving, keeping her flames under control when she's angry

[i][b][color=firebrick][h3]Traits[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=firebrick][b]Good Habit(s):[/b][/color] Keeping her word
[color=firebrick][b]Bad Habit(s):[/b][/color] Her hair will turn to flames when she gets mad, even if she's trying to keep a straight face

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[u][b][color=firebrick][h3]History[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[i][b][color=firebrick][h3]The Past[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
Corra has spent her thirty years in relatively the same way. For the first decade, as a child, she did not question anything. She followed the rules and expectations of her betters, learning crafts that put her fire to use. She learned how to direct her fire to heat blade and metals that they crafted in the forges and she herself learned to use the hammer well- though that would be in the midst of her second decade of her life. However, it was during that time that she began to realize that there was more to life than what she knew.
She had no grandiose ideas of what to expect in the world, not expectations of it in general. She just wanted to see it, to learn of its ways. What lie outside Volkungthad? But when she began to question and to ask about it, her elders shot her down and told her she was not mature enough to handle what lie outside their world, and she should be grateful for what she had. The more she pressed, the more they oppressed, until finally she had enough. She was not going to spend another day by a forge and surrounded by foul smelling and foul mouthed dwarves. She grabbed the basics and during the night started out of Volkungthad, following the signs to pretty anywhere else.
She hasn't found a place she wants to call home yet, and has still been wandering since she left Volkungthad. She's aware she's been lucky, she's heard the stories of those who have not been so much. She doesn't necessarily wish to experience everything that they had, but she disliked the fact she just sort of existed. She's done a few jobs here and there, worked at a forge or two when desperate, but she knows that's not what she wants. She wants to do something to shake the possibility of being called naive and make some sort of impact on the world, but she has no idea where to even begin.

[i][b][color=firebrick][h3]The Present[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
Corra finds herself on the way to Wellborough, she's heard good things about the place, but she's only interested in a place to sleep for a few nights while she figures out where to go next. She's heard about many of her kind that join some group called the Revenant once they leave Volkungthad, but she's not met anyone yet. She's also heard of the Nephilim, but they sound like the elders she kinda hates so that does not sound like anything she's interested in. 
For now, she's still searching for her purpose. She is trying not to get desperate for fear that her desperateness will lead her into a career she has no desire to be a part of. She is desperate though, feeling like she is wasting her time, wasting her life away wandering with no purpose. It's true she's learned a lot of the world, learned a lot about the things that people experience, both positive and negative. But she is still vying for the chance to experience it herself.
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[u][b][color=royalblue][h3]Basic Information[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[color=royalblue][b]Full Name:[/b][/color] Alistair Hemshaw
[color=royalblue][b]Age:[/b][/color] 90
[color=royalblue][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Male
[color=royalblue][b]Birth Date:[/b][/color] 03/03
[color=royalblue][b]Race:[/b] [/color] Water Elemental
[color=royalblue][b]Alignment:[/b] [/color] Neutral 

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[u][b][color=royalblue][h3]Appearance[/h3][/color][/b][/u]
[color=royalblue][b]Hair Colour:[/b][/color] Greenish-white
[color=royalblue][b]Eye Colour:[/b] [/color]Green
[color=royalblue][b]Face Shape:[/b] [/color] Semi-round, not quite pointed
[color=royalblue][b]Skin Tone:[/b][/color] Pale
[color=royalblue][b]Height:[/b][/color] 6 ft, 183 cm
[color=royalblue][b]Weight:[/b][/color] 170 lbs, 77 kg
[color=royalblue][b]Body Type:[/b][/color] He's a little more on the slender side and not very muscular
[color=royalblue][b]Natural Markings: [/b][/color] A weird jagged birthmark, a blue birthmark, on his left side
[color=royalblue][b]Scar(s): [/b][/color] No
[color=royalblue][b]Tattoo(s): [/b][/color] No

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[u][b][color=royalblue][h3]Personality[/h3][/color][/b][/u]
[color=royalblue][b]3 Words:[/b][/color] Inquistive, Confident, Adventurer
[color=royalblue][b]Like(s):[/b] [/color] The chance to show off (What little he knows), the chance to learn more magic, getting to learn anything new at all
[color=royalblue][b]Dislike(s): [/b][/color] When he fails at magic, the fact he's incapable of truly excelling more than he has

[color=royalblue][b]Want(s): [/b][/color] To become capable of the same level of magic as other elementals
[color=royalblue][b]Fear(s):[/b][/color] That he's reached the peak of his abilities

[i][b][color=royalblue][h3]Favourite...[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=royalblue][b]Colour(s):[/b][/color] Deep blue
[color=royalblue][b]Time of Day:[/b][/color] Midnight
[color=royalblue][b]Food:[/b][/color] Poultry
[color=royalblue][b]Animal:[/b][/color] Fish
[color=royalblue][b]Place in Terra:[/b][/color] Norione Village

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[u][b][color=royalblue][h3]Skills and Attributes[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[i][b][color=royalblue][h3]Skills[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=royalblue][b]Special ablilty/ies:[/b][/color] He can turn water into ice and morph the shape of the ice. Typically he only uses it in defense, as he can quickly thicken the layers with more and more ice.
[color=royalblue][b]Good at...:[/b] [/color] Taking criticism, continuing to try at something regardless of failures, defense
[color=royalblue][b]Bad at...:[/b] [/color] Offense, seeing his errors right away

[i][b][color=royalblue][h3]Traits[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=royalblue][b]Good Habit(s):[/b][/color]Practice, practice, practice
[color=royalblue][b]Bad Habit(s):[/b][/color] Never being satisfied with what he's achieved

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[u][b][color=royalblue][h3]History[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[i][b][color=royalblue][h3]The Past[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
Alistair was born in Norione village, or somewhere between there and the Lake, but basically there. He grew up with the residents there, the fae, and the other elementals, but he never quite fit in with them. He wouldn't let it hold him down though. It didn't get him anywhere as a child saying "woe is me" so he gave up that approach and decided he would try the opposite. He would take up practicing what water magic that he could. He learned quickly the more complex magics were lost to him, so he focused on what he could do rather than what he couldn't. He could do the basics, move water, summon it from the ground or through cracks in a wall, but water itself wasn't very good for offense with him. It led to some of the more self-important elementals reminding him how far down the food chain he was. 
His constant view on life as he got older was that he couldn't focus on what was holding him down, or on what he couldn't change. He couldn't change his natural abilities, but he could hone what he had. He studied and studied what was available until he learned the art of ice, something that only really manifested for him when he used it to defend against the same bullies that had hurt him before. It frustrated them that his shield was nearly impenetrable. They were neaderthals at this point, so he let them beat on his shield until they wore themselves out.
He decided to remove himself from a place where he just wasn't getting along until those idiots matured enough to let their bias go. He would definitely return home one day though as he loved Norione and the Lake. He would use this as an opportunity to seek out a well known ice mage he'd heard rumors about. He just wondered if the man would even hear him out as he was neutral in this Nephilim/Revenant mess, and he wasn't sure if he was even allowed to change that. But he would seek out answers nonetheless.

[i][b][color=royalblue][h3]The Present[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
For the past week, Alistair has been in Wellborough village, and he's been studying what he can on the Nephilim, as he wants to approach the renowned Kaezira of the North. He wants to make sure that when he finally approaches him that he has at least a shot of getting his attention. Not that he'll be entirely upset if he ignores him, it's not his life goal, but it would be a tremendous step in the right direction for him if he could get his help. He's not even sure if the man takes students, but it can't hurt to ask right?
If not, then his only hope would be to seek out some lesser known mage and hope they have even a modicum of Kaezira's skill. He could always just experiment until he figured something out, but that seemed detrimental to progress and a waste of time. He had a bit of money saved up so he's not had to seek out work thus far, but he's done simple things here and there that he was capable of, making himself feel rather confident in his abilities that he was actually earning his work and not getting pity pay from people back home.
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