[CHAR] A Tyrant's Undoing

[Zetsuko]

The Silver Fox

Name: Ian "The Silver Fox" Torgovanne
Age: 26
Race: Human
Looks:

Bio: Starting life among the poor, Ian wound up as one of the many street urchin pickpockets. He managed to avoid being killed or jailed long enough and went from a common alley rat to being passable as a professional thief. His usual targets were merchants and wealthier common folk but he gained something of a name for himself when he first went after the treasure of a noble family. It was a flight of fancy really, him having seen the item on what he assumed was just another merchant but had actually been a minor noble. This item was a small silver carving of a fox and he stole in from the luggage of the noble's carriage as it passed through town, effectively taking it from right under that noble's nose. Emboldened by that he started going after the Nobility more often, for it he gained a lot more notoriety and gained the moniker The Silver Fox.

While his first real heist might've only succeeded based on luck, he has undoubtedly developed his skills since then, even picking up elvish over time from his dealings with them. For his skill, however, he still did not go near the castle, the Royal guard was a cut above most noble's hirelings and combined with the heavy security a castle already gives it was a deathtrap for thieves, and yet that would soon change. While not normally involved in politics, as it didn't really matter who ruled in his lifestyle, he was still drawn to the princess and respected her involvement with the commenfolk, so when news of her imprisonment spread, as such information passes rapidly in the underground, he got what most thieves would call "a fit of stupid" and decided he was going to try and free her.

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Captain of the guard

Name: Wledic Gan-ceruan
Age: 47
Race: Human
Looks:

Bio: Captain of The Valstand Royal guard. Wledic isn't so much loyal to the king himself as he is to the throne.

[Lemons]

Avadodren Ichen Onem

Name: Avadodren Ichen Onem (the -ch in Ichen is pronounced as a hard, guttural hiss)

Age: Appears somewhere near his mid-thirties to early forties.

Race: Avadodren, or Avad, as he is known to very close friends, is 100% bonafide human.

Looks: No matter how exceptional I truly am, all that is seen is my exterior. By that standard, I was born average, and will die average. Av is exceedingly typical looking. He is of typical height, somewhere between 5'10" and 6', and average weight for his slightly slender build. He has a messy head of brown hair and a pair of gooey, dark-brown eyes. His skin is pale and fair, a few freckles smattering his brow and the bridge of his nose, to his eternal chagrin. He wears his uniform as a High Battlemage, a long, flowing robe of pale ivory white and embroidered with ash-gray and flaming red in elaborate flame patterns. His honorable stars are worn on his shoulder. He nearly always carries his spellbook with him. It is a massive tome, bound in dark gray leather and bound with ragged, long-used, gilt pages. He has a bit of a theatrical flair about him; often, he will twitch a finger and use a tightly controlled gust of wind to flip the pages instead of being a regular person and using his fingers in a more mundane fashion. Put it all together and you have a medium-tall, medium-light, brown-on-brown-on-pale person, eyes glimmering with deep intelligence, with a flamboyant nature and an incredibly sharp mind.

Bio: Avadodren Ichen Onem was born Avad Onem into a Valstand noble family of middling influence and wealth. Though he wanted for little in his childhood, he certainly had none of the absurd wealth of some of the higher families. He was trained in the standard noble pursuits; swordsmanship, riding, court manners. Then, at one particularly uninteresting party, he experienced a cataclysmic magic surge. As many such events go, there was much flash. There was, however, far more danger at Avad's magic surge than most. Several nobles were permanently injured, and his father, Veddys, was killed. Avad, desperate to escape the cloying guilt that ate at him, decided to find a noble death: a battlefield mage, torn apart either by the power of his own spellcraft or by whatever might be faced at the moment.
Through some cruel joke of fate, he lived through every campaign, and indeed, through many years, began to creep little-by-little up the ranks. Eventually, his desire for a good death fled, replaced by a savage desire to ascend to the highest echelon of magic: an Archmage. He took the name of the greatest Archmage in the history of Valstand: Odren. He appended it to his own, calling his determination for all to see: I will be an Archmage. Along the road, he took an honorific as well: at the battle of Ichen, he distinguished himself by saving over a thousand men with a well-timed fog cloud to obscure the enemy's lines of sight. Thus, 'Of Ichen's Glory' became his military title. He internalized it, turning it into a name as he fully took it for himself, becoming nigh-obsessed with his rise to glorious power, burying the memory of his past and determined to make his late father proud.
Over time, that motivation faded. He was no longer a child, and became able to look back without regret. His meteoric rise through the military steadied off as his frenzied energy petered away, and he settled into the life if a professional High Battlemage. While he still aspires to the Archmage's mantle, he longer pursues is feverishly. He's a close confidant of the king, and is able to see the good buried beneath the tyranny. He firmly believes the king has the best interests of his subjects at heart, and will support him in nearly endeavor.

Other: In departure from his typicality, Av is an exceedingly skilled mage specializing in storm magic. In particular, he has a talent for nimbomancy, or the control of clouds. He has a lesser talent for direct combat with his magic--although the lightning bolts and lashing rain ensure that he's no slouch there, either--but rather, when engaging, is far more adept at tactics and strategy. His fog and cloud control allow him to craft expert illusions and massive concealment and for one of his age, he has a near-encyclopaedic knowledge of military strategy, born both of natural aptitude and of enormous amounts of study. As a side of effect of his long military experience, he is able to remain unbelievably calm under pressure.

[IncredibleBee]

Name: Sergei
Age: 48
Race: Human

Looks: From a distance, the man seems almost normal, his black hair long and tattered, shorting a short beard and mustache. Upon closer view, however, it is quickly apparent he has only one steely eye- the right has been gouged out, leaving a scar. The cheek on the same side was also ripped open, the half-glasgow exposing a row of teeth and gums. His left arm has been severed right below the elbow, leaving only a ragged stump. His stomach has a messily healed wound from a puncture, among a small battery of smaller battlescars across his body.
The muscles in his right arm and back are overdeveloped, to the point of near deformity.
Typically, he prefers to wear a sleeveless hauberk and frayed red surcoat, with an iron bracer strapped onto his good arm. His left shoulder is covered with a white shoulder cape, partly concealing his missing arm. On his hip he likes to wear a heavy, well-worn war sword and a long dagger.

Bio: Sergei was, in his younger years, the lord presiding over a particularly ferocious band of knights, famed for their ruthless talent on the battlefield. Under his leadership, Sergei led them from battle to battle, wherever their lords desire, with only the mission to burn everything in their path. Violence, however, is begot with violence, and their numbers dwindled steadily.
At the site of his final battle at the ruins of some forgotten castle, Sergei alone hacked dozens into pieces as the dust and sand and blood clouded the sight of every last one of his knights, including his own son. It was also here that Sergei lost his arm, eye, and cheek. Miraculously, he survived, cauterizing his stump on a piece of burning lumber.
Sergei was now crippled, alone, and stripped of his lands and servants. It was only natural for him to return to the one thing he excelled at. After retraining himself to use a sword one-handed, he became a particularly violent mercenary, selling himself to whichever lord needed the usage of a heavy iron blade. His life since then has been a constant cycle of fighting and hedonistic spending on whatever caught his eye, sans the perks of nobility.
Most recently, he has found himself locked in a dungeon for the charges of public intoxication, and striking a town guard.

Other: Despite having one arm, its muscles and his back's are trained to freakish levels, giving Sergei great upper body strength, and allowing him to compensate. In this way, he can even wield a heavy war sword with deadly effectiveness.
On the other hand, it and the facial scars are a dead giveaway of who he is- anyone familiar with matters of war are sure to have heard of a one-armed swordsman, let alone one with an impressive record.

[Cuccoruler]

Vert Kopfless

Name: Vert Kopfless

Age: 50 (Looks much younger)

Race: Dullahan

Looks:

Bio: Vert was born into a family of proud Dullahans, all of them had taken the rolls of knights to a kingdom of outcasts, those who were deemed too strange to be a part of any other kingdom. This kingdom is also known to many as the Kingdom of Monsters. However they often hide themselves and their kingdom has yet to be found.
As a Dullahan Vert was actually born with her head on her body, however as a sort of coming of age ceremony amongs dullahans her head was separated from her body at the age of 12. At the age of 16 she made her first kill in the form of a bandit that was trying to rob her and her family on a trip to the kingdom from their home. After her first kill Vert was able to obtain the weapon that most Dullahans often wielded, a spine. This spine is able to elongate into a whip and also straighten up enough to be used as a bludgeoning weapon.
In her most recent years Vert has been traveling with her trusty steed, a horse she has named Steve. (Vert is terrible at naming things). She has been on a search for adventure and to identify any possible enemies to her kingdom.

[Shisa]

Name: Stephanie Stints

Age: 21

Race: Half-Elf

Looks: A young woman with long, raven hair and sharp amber eyes. Her skin is somewhat pale, and decidedly unblemished. Her lean build is usually buried under a set of high-quality green vestments, though underneath she wears a suit of leather armor for protection. She’s somewhat short for her age, and her Elven heritage makes her quite light as well when compared to a full Human. As with all Half-Elves, her ears have a dull point to them and her eyes seem to have a mischievous fey glint.

Bio: Stephanie Stints had heard of her heritage from the rest of the townsfolk in the slums before she had ever heard it from her own mother. The bastard of a Human noble’s dalliance, no doubt. Some rich ass went slumming, looked for an easy woman, promised her the world, and left her with a child and empty assurances. Stephanie’s mother scraped by however she could, which often meant far less than legal actions, but the pair loved each other and that love made life tolerable despite their lack of food or funds. One day, however, Stephanie’s mother crossed the wrong man. Or group, rather. She had stolen a precious golden medallion from one of her clients as she left, and this client had turned out to be a higher-up in the mob. Stephanie returned home from a busy day of picking pockets to find her mother bound and gagged in a chair, a group of men surrounding her. One of the men restrained Stephanie, her screams muffled by his rough hand, and made her watch as they snatched the medallion and slowly tortured her mother to death. She averted her eyes whenever she could, however, concentrating on a silver serpent on top of the leader’s cane. Years later, this serpent would be all she could remember, burned into her mind forever. It was then that she understood the power of money, and she vowed to do whatever she could to never be in a situation like that. She was a thief to start, but quickly moved to legitimate business when she had enough funds to invest. She and her money were pure again, and she began making a name for herself in the business world. She now finds herself travelling to Valstand castle to sell exotic peppercorns, having heard of an upcoming celebration. A new queen calls for an expensive party, and expensive party food requires expensive spices. It’s a guaranteed gold mine.

[GoddessGurl]

Alvina Itnos

Name: Alvina Itnos
Age: 24
Race: Human
Looks: Average height, slim build. Blue eyes, bright pink hair in a pixie cut. Soft features, but she almost always has a determined expression on her face.
Bio: Alvina is painfully ordinary. Even as one of the few female squires in Valstand, she is decidedly average. She does everything she can to stand out--studying day and night, having a mage friend dye her hair pink, working as hard as she can--but no one remembers her name. At most she is seen as "that squire with the pink hair." In addition, she has no aptitude for magic or combat. She has learned to do some basic charms--mostly prestidigitation--but she has been unable to improve past that point. She is proficient with martial arts, but not excellent at them, and she has no skills with weaponry.
Her inability to stand out has made Alvina constantly irritable. She always has anger boiling under the surface, and forgetting her name is the easiest way to draw said anger out. She's always comparing herself to others, even if those comparisons are unreasonable. Aside from her temper and her determination, Alvina is quite loyal, but because of her volatility, people rarely let her get close enough to form strong emotional connections.

[Game Maker]

Name: Sir Logan MacNair
Age: 26
Race: Human
Looks:
Bio: He is Tahra’s personal guard. I’ll let the rest get flushed out in the story.

[Ryuji Sakamoto]

Kellen Hreidmar

Name: Kellen Hreidmar

Age: 46

Race: Feyfolk

Fey, or Fairy, is a term that covers a wide variety of whimsical creatures that dwell within nature. Sprites, Gnomes and Nymphs are all beings who are known as Feyfolk. With such diverse features, it's impossible to really list commonalities between the Feyfolk.
Each Fey is unique in their own way, much like humans, though their differences can be much more outlandish such as having extra appendages,
being smaller in size, or possessing animal traits and mannerisms.

The only defining characteristic of the Fey is that they are all creatures with a strong bond to the natural world. Every Fey is deeply connected to the happenings of their respective forest, river or mountain. They are creatures who are said to communicate with the world as if it were a dear friend.

Looks: An androgynous charmer with a mystically alluring aesthetic and boyish charm, Kellen is seen by most to be conventionally attractive. The Fey are known for their tantalizing visages and youthful aura. Even despite his age, Kellen appears to be no older than a young adolescent. This is partly due to the fact that his race are known to have lifespans that far exceed that of humans. In the eyes of his people, Kellen is still a fledgling.

Big brown eyes with an effervescent glint that arouses mischief, curtained by thick lashes and soft, rosy cheeks, Kellen has a very feminine appearance. His locks of ash blond hair are left to their own messy devices. Kellen's hair is often braided with beads and flowers as well as a number of strange trinkets that are commonplace among humans; corks, keys and even jewelry in some cases.

Kellen's figure is quite lithe and lanky; lean muscled with a tall stature. His torso is adorned with various glyphs and markings that possess an incandescent glow when exposed to moonlight. Though the most peculiar part of his appearance by far is his lower body. Around his abdomen, his skin starts to be covered in a thick plumage of feathers. Red, brown and white patterns span the entirety of his waist and legs, culminating in a pair of fierce talons that function as his feet. The same feather pattern is found on his forearms as well, with his fingertips being sharp claws. He has been known to tuck his own feathers behind his ears for good luck.

With such an outrageous appearance, Kellen usually dons a large, thick brown cloak so that he is able to spy on humans without drawing too much attention to himself.

Bio: Kellen was born under the full moon by a small pond. Like most Fey, his birth was not conventional by the standards of humans. He grew from inside the bud of a small flower and when it bloomed it brought Kellen into the world. No smaller than a thumb, Kellen stayed by his flowerbed until he would grow to fend for himself. While he was still a newborn Fey, Kellen would often see strange creatures with a similar visage to his own come and go by the pond he was born. With his first interactions with humans, Kellen soon became highly invested in their strange quirks and mannerisms.

By the time Kellen was able to leave his flowerbed, he had already grown into a young man rivaling the size of most humans. His fascination with their race continued to grow, leading him to spend countless hours watching them in their homes or going about their daily life. He would often sneak into their residences while they slept and take little bits and bobs as souvenirs. Though this would not be enough for him to achieve his true goal. Kellen wished to be able to live among humans. Though he knew it to be impossible with his strange appearance. For the first time, Kellen started to become self conscious of his own appearance. Despite this, he was steadfast in his plan to watch and learn everything he could from humanity.

Other: As a Fey, Kellen possesses a variety of unique magical traits as well as some more natural skills that help him survive out in the woods. He possesses a natural empathy towards nature; able to sense unnatural disturbances in the air around him as well as commune with various forms of wildlife.

He is exceptionally skilled at tracking, able to pick up on minute details with his keen eyes. He is even able to move relatively quietly when in the woods, though not anywhere else.

When dealing with humans, Kellen has a magical charisma about him that allows him to more easily persuade weak minded individuals when it comes to diplomatic discussions. This is mostly useful for securing bargains or winning an argument. Though he does possess one magical talent where he is able to place a human into a deep slumber; though he is still quite inexperienced with this talent and cannot sleep more than one person per day. Even then, a human with a strong enough will can resist the magic.

[Dodi do 900]

[b]Name:Jaques (Princess Rosalind)
[b]Age: 15
[b]Race: human
[b]Looks: In general, she has short auburn hair and green eyes, and light skin, slightly tanned on the face, with slightly calloused hands. She wears a blue tunic, a white undershirt, and beige tights, with brown boots. Under her clothes she has a bandaged chest to give her a more masculine appearance. At first glance, she looks to be a twelve year old boy.

[b]Bio: Rosalind is a princess of a warring kingdom. To ensure her safety, she was sent off, disguised as a young boy named Jaques and currently adventures aimlessly waiting for the war in her kingdom to be over.

(Some extra personal stuff about her) She doesn't care what pronouns are used for her (when roleplaying I use male pronouns when she is in disguise and fem pronouns when her sex is revealed.)

(I am also so sorry for such a short bio. I promise that if I am accepted that my posts will have much better content)

[Cuccoruler]

Name: Greg Klein
Age: 43
Race: Human
Looks:
Bio: Greg was born into a family of Knights that bravely served the kingdom of Valstand. He rose through the ranks quickly eventually becoming the head of his own company of knights. His company was known by many as “The Kings Foot” due to their unwavering commitment to the king. They had taken a vow to never betray the king no matter what would happen. Even if they didn’t agree with his motives they would continue to serve him.
When the queen was killed they all fully believed that the princess had gone mad, some even believing it to be a demon that had possessed her. Greg himself wants to see the princess dead personally by his own hand for her crimes.
Greg himself has learned to use darker magic as well in order to help him fight.

[Metronome]

Name: Kolgrin, or just "Kol"
Age: 9
Gender: Male
Race: Northwolf, a subspecies of vargr known for their intelligence and size.

Personality: Kolgrin has been a loyal servant of the king's guardsmen for most of his life. He is brave hearted, intelligent, determined, and kind. Although he didn't always get along with the king's men, he was loyal to them regardless because that was his duty. However, with the recent strife within the kingdom, the great wolf had to pick a side. He chose the side that had always been kinder to him: the princess.

Appearance: Kolgrin is pretty intimidating upon first seeing him. He is of a rarer breed of vargr, known for its size. As an adult, Kolgrin has reached his peak size at around the height and weight of a horse. He is covered in thick, black fur and has golden eyes. Aside from his size, he appears as a regular wolf.

History: Kolgrin was gifted to the king as a pup, from a far off northern nation as part of a peace offering. The king didn't have much use to the overgrown hound, and so he was passed off to the princess to be taken care off. In his youth, Kolgrin was very playful. He enjoyed the company of the princess as they played together.

But as Kolgrin grew, he became more of a handful than an overgrown housepet. When he was three, he was almost fully grown. He was passed off to the king's army to serve as a mount and a war beast. Kolgrin was a good asset to the guard, if only because he still technically served under the princess. However, upon hearing the news of the queen's death and the hunt for the princess, Kolgrin knew he could no longer serve the king.

Given his keen sense of smell, Kolgrin was the first tool to be used in the hunt for the princess. He was sent out with a large patrol to track the girl and her keeper down. However, Kolgrin purposely led the party astray, then turned on them. He slayed his own rider and a good portion of the hunting party before he ran off to lick his wounds. He then began his true search for the princess, hoping to find her to assist her in her escape from the king.