**Name:** Orpheus Taygetus, Descended from the original Orpheus **Titles:** None Yet **Affiliation:** An amateur travelling trader and musician, Orpheus has ties with many merchants and musicians of his homeland but in the place of his mother’s ancestors, Europa, he is in a place unknown to him. **Gender:** Male **Age:** 22 **Birthplace:** Hellas **Origin:** Orpheus and Eurydice **Race:** Human, A mix of Hellas and Celt Blood **Appearance:** [Orpheus](http://paizo.com/image/content/GameMasteryModules/7.-DariusFinch.jpg) **Occupation:** Travelling Merchant and Bard **Resources:** -Trade Commodities from his Homeland -A bag of coins -A Golden Lyre -An Ivory Lyre -A wide assortment of instruments -A Dagger **Skills: ** Merchant/Business Minded- Orpheus is skilled in the art of marketing and obtaining money through many means. As well as good at marketing, he has developed at least an amateur sense of identifying lucrative opportunities Eye for Potential- Orpheus can tell the worth of a man with just a short look, a useful tool in negotiations as well as finding useful friends. Silver Tongued- A natural born utilizer of words, Orpheus has always been well gifted with an outgoing personality and an open plethora of words to get what he wants. Preferring the use of his tongue to the use of his dagger, he speaks with strong persuasiveness. Just as well as he can convince people he can also lie with similar ease. Musician- An extremely talented musician, Orpheus plays his Golden Lyre beautifully having learned how to play since a very young age as well as a wide plethora of unique instruments he has learned **Personality:** Orpheus is an earnest young man with an outgoing and charismatic personality. Sharp of wit and even sharper of tongue, he is quite intelligent and seeks to utilize his own talents to their furthest extents. Beneath the face of the cheerful young musician lies the mind of an old wise fox, clever, sly and ambitious who will do many things to reach his goal. To sit upon a throne of his own wealth obtained through the use of his own talents and looking down at the backs of the people of power he has toppled to reach the pinnacle is the basis of his final goal. To reach such a shining stage from his current standing, Orpheus, even at his age, has a basic understanding of the morals and means necessary to make such a dream happen. Though an opportunist and ambitious, Orpheus still knows the meaning of companionship and loyalty and has a moral obligation against betrayal of those he considers true allies. Even further beneath his burning ambition is a smoldering distaste for those of noble blood. **Biography: ** Born the bastard of a Hellan nobleman and a Celtic musician, Orpheus was raised in the lesser known areas of his father’s rural estate as a lowly servant alongside his caring mother. His mother was a comely maiden from Europa with a strong talent in music who had been captured by slave traders on the road while she and her caravan travelled through Hellas. She was sold as a slave to a Hellan nobleman captivated by her fair skin and golden hair. A year and a half later, at the horror of the lady of the house, Orpheus was born, a young child with the same fair skin and blonde hair as his mother. Since a young age he discovered the beautiful music talent he inherited from his mother and with his mother, he spent the little amount of hours in his free time fostering his skill with instruments provided as gifts to his mother from his father. Through the years, Orpheus acquired enough freedom that he could leave the estate when he wanted as long as he returned within reasonable time. It was with this that Orpheus entered the market streets of Parnassus, a captivated rural slave bumpkin wandering around the city for the first time. While wandering the streets he found himself in a winding maze of the back alleys, it was here he found a small market stand in the shadows of decrepit pillars sitting atop ruined walkways. Standing within the stall was a hooded old man leaning quite still against the rotted olive wood posts in his stand. As Orpheus approached the hooded figure, it spoke to him in a surprisingly enchanting voice that radiated with warmth, “Come hither child, need not be cautious child, you are not lost, this was your destination whether you knew it or not. I have a gift for you child”, as he spoke the old man fumbled through a linen bag slung over his shoulder. Standing across the stand at this point, Orpheus strained his eyes to see the face of the old man, shrouded under the hood. The old man lifted his face towards Orpheus, thought the rest of his facial features were hidden by the shade of his hood, Orpheus could see clearly the brilliant glowing golden eyes that lay beneath the shroud. Quite apprehensive and nervous, the 13 year old Orpheus watched anxiously as the Golden-eyed old man pulled a beautiful golden lyre from his bag, the bow and handle of the lyre wrapped in gold and embroidered beautifully, the strings appeared to be thin strands of gold themselves. Orpheus was captivated by the beauty of the instrument and could look only with awe at the delicate inscriptions and folding on the lyre. The old man spoke his voice still warm and sweet, “I will give you this instrument, child, take it, a [i]gift[/i].” He said as held out the lyre. Awestruck, Orpheus mindlessly reached his hand out to take the Lyre and then nervously retracted his hand as he came back to his senses and suspicion. “There are no such thing as gifts, sir. I must ask, there are surely strings attached to such a lucrative gift, and I fear that such strings are not the type I want to be tied up by, so what is the catch?”. said Orpheus as he looked into the golden eyes of the old man. The old man let out a soft chuckle, “You are certainly sharp of tongue for a young one. Indeed, this gift may seem too good to be true but it is a true gift. One from me to you with honest intentions, not quite like the gifts you know of that your father gives to your mother with the intentions of receiving affection, your talents have impressed me child, and perhaps you will be someone worth mentioning in the future.” The old man leaned in closer to Orpheus, his eyes burning ever more brightly as he drew closer, within seconds the dark alleyways was being bathed in radiant light and Orpheus, shielding his eyes, could hear the old man’s voice close to his ear, “The only intention behind this gift is in gratitude of entertainment you have given me so far, perhaps you will be someone to continue watching in the future...perhaps like you great-grandfather...” The voice faded as the shadows of the alleyway slinked back. Orpheus cautiously opened his eyes, the stand and old man had disappeared and all that remained was the Golden Lyre laying atop the linen bag. Sometime around the fourteenth month of his eighteenth year, a now well established peddler in Parnassus who had been given his own freedom from his father as a gift to his mother, Orpheus would sell his wares and play his beautiful music regularly using a Lyre he bought with his own money within the streets. He received news that his father had passed away as a result of a mysterious illness. Orpheus was aware of the gravity of the issue with his father’s passing. His father had been the one who stood between his official wife and Orpheus’ mother, and with his passing his mother was no longer protected. Hurriedly, Orpheus travelled to the estate to find his mother but was destroyed to find he was too late. The lady of the house’s cruelty had already reached his mother. He found her laying in pig stables, her beautiful blond hair scalped and her fair skin burned. Horrified, Orpheus wrapped his mother in a cloth and carried the corpse away into the nearby forest. He buried her beneath a small oak tree in a wide open field. With sorrow, he placed his lyre that he spent so long saving up for on her grave and left. That night, he packed up his things, spent the last of his gold on a carriage and two mules, gathered all his goods and set out on a journey. **Notes: ** -He dislikes nobles

**Name:** Baleno **Titles:** N/A **Affiliation:** Freelance at the moment. **Age:** 26 **Birthplace:** Olympus Imperium **Origin:** Othello **Gender:** Male **Race:** Human **Appearance:** Standing an inch above six feet, Baleno is an impressively tall man with a compact build. Of half Alkhebulan and Imperium heritage, he is significantly darker than his mother's fair complexion and is only a couple shades lighter than his swarthy father. His skin is a smooth ochre, a medium brown pigmentation that edges only a smidgen closer to the light variety. The genetics of his father are clearly prevalent over those of his mother. From Othello he also inherited curly black hair. Because he spends most of his time traveling, Baleno tends to neglect it and has grown it into a unkempt mid-length afro. Perhaps the only noticeable trait his mother gave him was her eye shape. While his father's were small and close set, supporting his stern gaze, his mother's were large and upturned. He did not inherit their green color and his irises are instead dark brown like his fathers. Baleno has a square shaped face lined with a thinly trimmed goatee. Not a fan of spending his hard earned money on trivial objects such as flashy clothes, Baleno frequently dresses in modest attire. His usual outfit comprises of brown trousers, black boots, and a blue long-sleeved shirt. Occasionally he wears a black cloak, particularly when the temperatures are cold. He keeps his sword equipped to his right hip. Covering his arms are a pair of metal gauntlets which serve as his armor of choice. **Occupation:** Sellsword **Resources:** - _Sword_: Besides the clothes on his back and the few coin he has managed to procure, Baleno's sword is his only true possession as well as his lifeline. His current one, an old [gladius](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gladius) with a withered blade, is not his first. While fighting at the Colosseum as a novice he went through plenty that he broke during combat. He was allowed to keep his last sword as a reward for surviving. **Skills:** - _Swordsmanship Practitioner_: While he attempted to teach himself how to wield a weapon as a teen, that training ultimately amounted to nothing. It wasn't until he was forced to fight at the Colosseum that he truly attained any apitude for the sword. Baleno was given his first blade along with some light armor and told to wing it. Faced with a new threat on a daily basis, he at first swung his sword around mindlessly with very little success. He began to obtain meaningful experience after sparring against other gladiators. Taking a few minor wounds in the process, he memorized some of their techniques through repetition and interwove them into his own fighting style. Presently, Baleno is not strong enough to be considered neither an expert nor a master. He is talented enough to hold his own against another capable swordsman and can handle weak opponents such as bandit grunts with ease. If he were to engage a higher tier opponent he would undoubtedly struggle. At best his skill level can be described as intermediate and at worst average. He has never had any professional training which is evidenced by his erratic movement during battle. He is very aggressive and quick with his strikes and they can be improperly coordinated, leaving him open for attack if he isn't careful. **Personality:** Baleno is a man whose heart has been hardened by his experiences. As a child he was like any other. His innocent outlook put a veil over him and prevented him from seeing the truth surrounding his own being. He paid very little attention to the physical differences between himself and the man and woman he believed were his parents. The raised eyebrows of his neighbors did not bother him until they started blatantly asking questions about his origin. It was only when he realized that not everyone was favorable of presence did Baleno become aware that he was a pariah even to his own family. He manifested a complex about himself and determined that he was the problem and not those who thought ill of him. Fortunately, the adoration of his adoptive parents withdrew him from his sorrows before it was too late. But, he was branded with negative impressions that would seep cynicism into him. He became withdrawn from his village's community and lost trust for them. In response, the people of the village increased their disdain for him which he accepted as a means of justifying his coldness. A life of mercenary work has made Baleno less honorable than most. Money has ascended to a core priority of his and he will gladly slay almost anyone he is hired to if he is to be paid enough. His loyalty can also be brought or sold. If he can get a sufficient amount of gain out of lending his services to someone, he will do so without inquiring about specifics. He will work with anyone to survive and no one to fall. Also, he will appease anyone who he could gain from and disregard those who have nothing to offer. That isn't to say he won't help a person in dire need. He might if he assesses the risk to his own safety as minimal. For the sake of profit he doesn't like to mix business with pleasure nor does he prefer to befriend his clients. Whatever honor that still remains within Baleno restricts him from committing outright betrayal to those who he has formed a personal connection with. Although he may take actions that may not be morally correct, his conscious is alive and well. He is able to come to terms with his wrongs and carries the weight of his guilt as punishment. Because he is willing to hold onto his guilt, he isn't likely to make any apologies for his offenses. Socially Baleno is a soft spoken man who tries to pick his words wisely. He isn't very expressive, preferring to keep his internal thoughts closed off but will communicate as needed. He prefers his conversations to be terse and straight to the point. He is impatient, especially when it comes to payments, and greatly values his time. This behavior stems back to his childhood during which he felt that he could seldom trust others. In constant fear that whatever information he does release may be used against him, he carefully inspects his associates before sharing anything personal. He likes to keep a small circle of people whom he can consider close. Even he who is not the friendliest person knows that one cannot prosper without any allies. When selecting his comrades, he tends to prefer those who are weaker. This is so he can issue a degree of control and put them back in place if they get out of line. While initially he only looks at his acquired subordinates as tools for his own benefit, he is prone to develop value towards them if they prove worthy. **Biography:** Unbeknownst to Baleno, he was conceived as the illegitimate child of Moorish general Othello and his lover Desdemona. To conceal their relationship, Desdemona made arrangements to be rid of him shortly after his birth. It was then decided that she and Othello would marry to compensate for the procreation that resulted in the child. Desdemona gave Baleno to a common man and his wife who could not bare children. They raised him as their own and his early days were spent residing in the Olympian Imperium countryside. He realized that he was not the couples biological son by age eight, his darker complexion being a dead give away. He was a rare sight within village and was often ostracized by his peers. Although he loved his adoptive parents, Baleno harbored a desire to learn about his biological parents and why they weren't raising him instead. No matter how hard he tried to ignore the facts, it was obvious that his village would never accept him. He figured it best to set out on his own when he grew older and discover his roots. Social conflicts put aside, Baleno's upbringing was otherwise quaint. He received a sufficient role model in the form of his foster father and his mother was kind to him. Their impression of Baleno was that of a blessing. While he was in their household he was well behaved and got into minimal trouble when under their supervision. However, he was known for getting into rumbles with the other boys within the village who picked on him. There was one in particular with whom he had a fierce rivalry. Kaeso, because of a girl who they both allegedly liked, was very competitive with Baleno and frequently challenged him. They fought a lot and that was how Baleno discovered his innate combat potential. Wanting to be better than his rival, he began solo training in swordsmanship using wood as a substitute for an actual blade. Fearing that he would fall behind to Baleno, Kaeso concocted a scheme to get him out of the village so he wouldn't surpass him. The plan was simple but it was enough of an excuse for the village to drive away Baleno who they considered an aberrant among them. Kaeso disguised himself as a wolf using trickery and crept towards the village livestock. As Baleno and his family were shepherds trusted with safeguarding livestock, he managed to deceive Baleno into believing that a wolf was attempting to feast upon the livestock. This resulted in Baleno "crying wolf" on multiple occasions and losing the trust of the villagers. To finish his scheme, Kaeso led a real wolf towards the livestock and allowed it to feast. When the villagers discovered the wolf, Baleno was blamed for his negligence and ousted despite his parents pleas on his behalf. After being exiled, Baleno traveled around performing odd jobs to survive. Not yet a skilled fighter, he found himself taking menial tasks in neighboring villages. The work he found was temporary and scarce. Starvation was plenty a problem during periods when he could not find employment. Becoming desperate, he resorted to petty theft. Using his job search as a farce, he would enter shops just to case them before later returning to make his plunder. It wouldn't be long before he was caught. His skills at thievery were mediocre and his heists poorly executed. One faithful day, in a bustling coastal city, Baleno made the dreadful mistake of attempting a pickpocket. His potential victim was a wealthy aristocrat who swiftly had him arrested. However, instead of a death sentence for his crime, Baleno was subjected to an equally horrific fate. He was sent to the Colosseum to partake in gladiator games. Marked for death should he lose a match, Baleno quickly learned how to at least endure the onslaught of beasts he was pit against. He became infamous for surviving out of sheer luck, his impulsive use of deception allowing him to win numerous battles of attrition. Crowds flocked just to see how long it would take for him to be slain and were sorely disappointed. He gradually adapted to the hostility of the Colosseum and his swordsmanship proficiency increased. Eventually, he earned a pardon for his theft and was released from life as a gladiator. Any fame he acquired subsided well before that, the Colosseum's patrons having lost interest in him when he became capable of fighting properly. Having picked up a skill that was much desired in a turbulent land such as the Europa continent, he took to mercenary work. While in some regards it wasn't anymore honest than stealing, at least he was finally earning a consistent income. Regardless of how far he traveled there was one concern that never stopped nagging Baleno. Having never known his real parents, he always felt as if there was a piece of him missing. It didn't help that he was forbidden from returning home and visiting the man and woman who raised him - the only people he knew capable of answering his questions. In the past whenever he brought up the matter of his biological parents he was brushed aside and written off as paranoid. Now free as a vagabond, he resumed his quest to solve the mystery once and for all. Derailed from his objective by the need to fight for money, he ended up sidetracked into the Empire of Europa in hopes of finding better opportunities. **Note:** - He was seventeen when he left home and was sent to the Colosseum roughly a year later. - He fought as a gladiator for five years, being freed at the age of twenty-three. - His current primary short term goal is to find a replacement sword. He is also willing to enlist in the army of a lord. - His long term goals are to uncover the truth about his parents, come to terms with his existence, and to find a place where he belongs. - He was known as "the Boy Who Cried Wolf" within his village prior to being exiled.

**Name:** Tori Freestone **Titles:** Currently does not have a title **Affiliation:** The Summer Court and House Rose but as a wandering mage, Tori offers her services where ever possible, learning what she can about magic. **Gender:** Female **Age:** 23, however, she appears both older and younger. **Birthplace:** Rose Marches (in, I think, The Empire of Europa). Origin: **Race:** Half Fae (Elf) and half human. **Appearance:** Tori is quite tall, and willowly. She is approximately 6 foot, and has skin darkened by the sun, giving her a golden brown colour. Her hair is long, reaching to the middle of her back, and blonde. Her features are typically elven, yet are smoothed out by human characteristics, and with a simple glamour she can appear complete human. Her eyes are a light, lively green. She typically wears clothes more suitable for traveling, but does have more formal clothes, which typically do not get worn much. Her clothes are worn, but still in good condition. **Occupation:** A wandering mage, Tori accepts jobs where ever she goes, offering her services and learning what she can to further improve her magic. **Resources:** 1.Satchel 2.Canteen of water 3.Spare set of clothes, both travel and "Fancy" 4.Staff, which she uses as a way to tune and focus her magic **Skills:** Being a magic user, Tori has a few skills related to this, mainly basic abilities in the use of Fire and water, as well as an ability in hunting and tracking (By magical means) **Personality:** A carefree and easy going spirit, Tori enjoys making people laugh, as well as fulfilling their dreams and desires. She prefers to let things go, then to hold grudges. She has a curious mind, often prompting the saying “Curiosity killed the cat” to come to mind. She often makes connections to things, figuring out puzzles and challenges in great leaps. She has a kind and caring personality, yet she does have some more human qualities. She can at times be extremely stubborn, and she is focused and determined on on what she does. **Biography:** Tori was born to a human father, and a Elven mother. She was born during a time where skirmishes and wars between Fae kind and human kind with the norm, her father was unaware that she existed until a month after her birth, Tori was found on the doorstep of his house, bundled in warm clothes and blankets, with a letter. Perhaps the only thing that caused her father to keep her was this in the letter: _She has your eyes I fear for her life She's safer with you_ And the moment Tori opened her eyes, her father never wanted to give her up. Her father was a stable hand for House Rose, and Tori grew up with the run of the stables, as well as playing with other children. Her easy going nature, and ability to make people laugh caused people to like and adore her. She grew up admiring Lady Talia, and the challenges she had to face. Tori vowed that one day, she would be a great adventure, and help out where ever she could. On her 16th birthday, she was approached by a woman, Fae, from the Summer Court, who stated that her mother had died, and that her dying wish was for her daughter to know who she was. Tori approached her father about this, who revealed that her mother was indeed a member of the Summer Court, and that her mother, and himself, had had a brief liaison, resulting in Tori. Feeling betrayed and hurt, Tori took off, and wandered the land for a time, returning only after a year. She was just in time to reconcile with her father, as no less then a week later, he was injured and killed when a horse bucked. Unable to stay there, Tori agreed to go to the Summer Court, where she found out who her mother was, and just what she herself could do. From there Tori traveled, learning what she could, occasional returning to both her fathers home and the Summer Court.

Everyone's sheets are still accepted and if I have the time I might post one of my own.

Name: Agafor, Son of Chernobog Titles: Son of The Dark One, High Warlock Affiliation: Chernobog the black god Gender: male Age: 20 Birthplace: The Tsardom of the Rus Origin: The story of the duality between the god of light and sun Belobog and the god of darkness and chaos Chernobog has been told for hundreds of years. No one knows exactly where the two gods originated, whether they were brothers or if they were one being separated into two gods, but what is known is that they are like opposites and have been in conflict for as long their followers could remember. Their battles had done a great amount of damage to the land, and eventually formed a truce to not directly go to war with another knowing that it would mean mutually assured destruction for the both of them as well as the Tsardom. In order to still undermine one another without breaking the truce, both Belobog and Chernobog started having Demigod children, but it was a rare case for there to be a birth of a demigod. Agafor was one of those rare children. Not wanting the children to have too much attention to them until they were older, both Belobog and Chernobog had the demigods born to honest and common families. For Belobog he wanted his children to experience humanity and attain respect and humility through the common people. Chernobog believed that by having his children grow up as a commoner they would see the worst of humanity and the evils that plagued human society. Many said that the children of Belobog were baptized in warmth the summer sun, while the children of Chernobog were said to be baptized in the dark night of a cold winter. Race: Demigod Appearance: He looks like this but his hair is a dark red and his eyes are an eerie blue.  His Demigod form looks like this  Occupation: Warlock and demigod Resources: Thanks to his godly heritage and using his powers for price, Agafor has a good amount of wealth. He is not as rich as lord or royalty, but he is most definitely not poor or a commoner. He is well known throughout the Tsardom of The Rus and people come to him asking for favors and when he needs to he will come to someone asking for to return their favor. In order to bind someone to serving him when he needs a favor in return for his services, Agafor makes them sign a contract which will only be broken when they do the favor that is asked of them. If they do not fallow the rules of the contract then Agafor will have the power bring bad misfortune to them. He has his Warlock robes and a magic staff which helps him focus his power.  Skills: He is very well versed in the arcane arts and has a huge knowledge of magic and the cosmology of the Slavic pantheon. Agafor is a very powerful magic user and has senses that are more sharp than regular humans because of his godly heritage. He can change into his Demigod form which grants him increased strength and the ability to fly, but his ability to use magic in complex ways is limited. Personality: Because he is a son of Chernobog the black god, Agafor has a very dark personality and seems terrifying to those that he see and talk to him. He doesn't consider himself good and he tries to not believe that he is evil, but he is one warlock that does not want to be crossed, and his enemies always regretted going against him. He has almost an obsession with revenge and believes that any offenses done against him should be repaid with incredible severity. Even though he doesn't really take sides in the grand scheme of things in the different kingdoms, he hates people who use the excuse of noble causes to kill people and lie about it being the right way. Agafor is very proud of his masculinity and he isn't afraid to show his pride. Politically Agafor considers himself to be independent from the government of the kingdom, but he does support the monarchy and believes in a more traditionalist kingdom where people respect the great mysterious powers that were everywhere in the world. He finds science to be rediculous and believes that it is no where near as great as the power of magic and godly father. Biography: Agafor was born on a cold snowy night in one of the more poorer villages of the Tsardom and his family was impoverished. From a very early age, Agafor showed a powerful talent for magic, black magic to be specific. Some of more superstitious villagers believed that he was a demigod son of Chernobog the black god. Because of this, for as long as he could remember Agafor was an outcast among his village and people feared him. He didn't hate them, but he had no love for them either and he was not above using his gifts to make some of the villages become terrified of him. He spent most of his childhood years learning how to make his magic more powerful and studying the vast lore of the warlocks. When he was fourteen years old Agafor finally met his father in a vision. The place was a dark and lonely mountain surrounded by demons and other infernal entities. It was there that Agafor learned the truth about the duality between his father and Belobog, he was destined to continue the war between the light and darkness. He was the darkness and the children of Belobog were the light. Once the vision was finished, Agafor decided that it was time to leave his village and find his true way in life. Even though the vision said that he was destined to fight against the forces of light, Agafor was more interested in making his powers as strong as possible and gaining a huge reputation with his magical skills. He didn't say goodbye to his family, he had never had any connection to them and they had contemplated a few times of abandoning him when he was a very young boy. He was glad to finally be free of the village and went out on his own. And that's is when his journey began and his talents became well known throughout the kingdom and people began coming to him for favors. He now is wandering the Kingdom of The Russ, seeking the next task he can put his power too. Notes: he has a big dislike of light magic and devine power

Name: Sir Nikolai Pelletier Titles: Emissary and Champion of the Winter Court Affiliation: Highborn to the Winter Court, born into a lower family of Nobility. His position of nobility was raised upon his revival from the dead. Gender: Male Age: 89 (26 years alive, 56 years dead, 7 years undead.) Birthplace: Cannala Origin: The tale of the Dullahan from Irish Folklore, also known as the Headless Rider. Race: Undead Fae Appearance: (A Picture will come soon enough, but for now, a detailed description.) Nikolai Pelletier is an above average man in height, weight, and build. He has no remarkable traits such as beautiful eyes, golden locks of hair, or strange skin color. Except for one minor detail. Nikolai has no head. Well, not on his shoulders anyway. He carries his head on his waist in a glass case. The case is ornately designed to ensure that his head doesn't look ugly while he totes it about. The trim around it is made of polished brass with silver inlay. The portion of his neck that is severed has a silk cloth laid across it and is tied in place by gold lace. The case is attached to his waist by a chain of steel, coated in silver to give it a more high class look. When he truly wishes to hide his undead-ness, he will cover the case in a square of chainmail. This hides his head from those around him. His body is reasonably fit, about as fit as you would expect a soldier to be. Where his neck would connect to his head there is another piece of silk held in place by a length of gold lace, this keeps him from showing his insides to those that he converses with. It makes diplomacy a bit easier. His skin is a bit pale, but nothing unnatural. Adorning his form is a suit of classy armor, the armor of nobility of course. It is a suit of hybrid mail with a mix of chain and plate to give a full range of protection. It is made from damascus steel, forged in a crucible and then hammered across a mold of his body. The suit was forged specifically for him, making his movements significantly more natural while wearing it. To make discussion with others even easier, he had a special helmet forged. This helmet attaches to his back and chest, rather than his shoulders. This allows him to turn the helmet to substitute natural movement. It makes him more alive than he really is. His head is a normal humanoid head, though with several fae traits. (Which is understood, as he is a fae, not a human.) His head is rather angular with a pointed jawline. His eyes are closed, though his eye color is hazel. The hair on his head is relatively short and well kept, his hair color is dark brown. His nose is a bit long but not unattractively large. His ears are pointed at the top and his lobes are a bit long. Nikolai himself stands at 6'7" and weighs 212 lbs. Occupation: A diplomat from the Winter Court, serving as Queen Mab's personal champion for duels and to accompany her to potentionally dangerous events. Resources: - Hand Forged Armor: A suit of armor specially forged for him, ordered by Queen Mab herself to be made. It is a simple suit of armor that can be concealed under clothing or worn openly. - Cavalry Sabre: A three foot long blade with a sizeable crossguard, it is a simple and elegantly curved blade. Perfectly suited for combat on the ground and on horseback. Made from steel, its handle is made from yew and is coated in cattle hide. - Combat Lance: Unlike the lances seen in jousting competitions, this lance is designed for true mounted combat. It is a deadly sharp length of metal with a cross shaped tip, it is brutally efficient at punching holes in his foes. It is an oak lance, measuring seven feet long from tip to pommel. The tip is made from steel, stone sharpened and adding another seven inches to the weapon. It is unweildy when not on horseback. - Reasonable wealth: His social status allows him to earn money passively, though his job is high risk, it actually doesn't involve much more than him riding about on his horse and occasionally mounted combat. He constantly has money to pay for room and board, food, and the like. It is a good living, albeit a simple one. - Pheidippides: Nikolai's trusty horse. A massive war horse, standing at 24 hands.(8 feet tall.) This horse is a monstrous stallion, towering over man, elf, and fae alike. Its coat is charoal and mottled with white splotches, its mane is a deep black with a beautiful gloss. Its eyes are intense, shining and hazel like his rider's own. Pheidippides is as high bred as you can get when it comes to horses. He can haul a four horse cart on his own, able to pull three tons of weight behind himself. Pheidippides is a 228 stone horse. (3,000 lbs.) Tremendously strong and fiercely loyal, Pheidippides refuses any rider but Nikolai. Bucking them off with an intensity unmatched by lesser horses. Pheidippides is not the fastest horse in the world by any stretch, but he is significantly faster than any human. Able to gallop at 38 mph, canter at 15 mph, trot at 10, and walk at 5. Pheidippides has great stamina, most horses can only gallop for short bursts. He, however, can gallop for three solid hours before even showing signs of exhaustion. However, Pheidippides's greatest shortcoming is his own size. Pheidippedes has joint problems due to his weight, extended periods of riding without rest can leave him exhausted and worthless for riding. His hooves must be filed daily, otherwise they turn rough and painful for him. Skills: - Diplomat: As the emissary from the Winter Court he is required to be skilled in diplomatic ventures. His specialties are interrogation, intimidation, and parties. - Rider: What? He's a headless horseman. He's skilled at riding horses. - Soldier: Upon being raised from the dead, post him learning of his killer's death, Nikolai joined the military and swiftly jumped through ranks. Of course later being promoted to Champion and Emissary through a long series of events that would take a while to record. Personality: Nikolai is a cynic by trade and a racist by hobby, as a nobleman of the Fae-kind he holds himself in a much higher standing than other 'lesser' races. Humans, elves, and other kinds are lesser to Fae in his eyes. However, he is a professional, and never lets his personal view of others obscure his thoughts. Outside of his duties he is still an uptight and generally unpleasant person to be around. Biography: The tale of the Dullahan isn't a story with a "Long long ago." or a "And they lived happily ever after." It's simply a tale of a man who lost his head in an argument, and then lost his head in the following fight. With death fresh on his collar and fury fresh on his lips, he was not so bound to the grave as normal men would be. The horseman rose from the grave to seek vengeance, but he was too late. Now he roams the earth, seeking purpose in mortal lands as one no longer among the living.

Approved heartily