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Name – Silk Age – 24 Gender – Female Race – Taguel Human Hybrid Class – Thief Nationality – Ylisse Appearance – Silk stands at approximately 5ft9 in height and has a slender, athletic build that belies her natural agility. Like most Taguel her skin has a dark, tanned complexion. Her hair is a dusty blonde hue that reaches down to just below her shoulders in length, framing her face on either side. Her eyes are light brown in colour and possess a cat like quality that always makes her look mischievous. Atop her head are large fox like ears that are the same colour as her hair. With the exception of her eyes and ears she possesses no other indicators that are commonly associated with Taguel, such as fur and tails. Personality – Silk is a confident, silver tongued young woman with dexterous fingers and a mischievous, playful temperament that makes her a threat to anyone with too much gold on their person. For her the laws of the human dominated world are merely social guidelines, guidelines that she regularly breaks with scant regard. Silk is a thief after all. However despite being an outlaw she is not without her own personal code of conduct and morals, it is simply that her morals are far more flexible than most, especially when it comes to herself. Silk is also very much aware that many humans find her somewhat exotic and attractive and has no qualms about exploiting either to her advantage. The one that she adheres too more strict than any other is that she will not, under any circumstance, kill in cold blood. She may be a thief but she is no assassin or common thug. To others the distinction may not seem like much but to her it is a point of pride. With that said Silk is no pacifist and will not hesitate to defend herself if threatened, even if that means killing them. Though somewhat at odds with her obviously criminal nature Silk will not watch idly by if someone is in obvious distress. Not if she can help. Especially if it might earn her a reward. Biography – Growing up Silk was something of an enigma in her village, the orphaned daughter of a deceased Taguel father and an absent human mother, abandoned on the steps of a church orphanage when she was still just a baby. A note was left explaining the circumstances of her birth, a note that was long since lost by the time that she would have been old enough to read it. Strangely enough no one could seem to remember exactly what it had said. As a orphan in a land often torn by war and conflict it would come as no surprise to learn that Silk enjoyed a less than idyllic childhood, especially as the only non human in a human village. They did not particularly mistreat her, though many were wary of her heritage. It was to be expected of course, most of them had never even seen a Taguel before and everything that they knew was based on rumour. Silk herself was not much better in that regard, having never met any of her own kind before either. What little she did know she had gleaned from books in the church library. As a result puberty had been an especially rough time for her growing up with no female Taguel to talk to about the changes that were happening to her and the awakening of certain instincts and impulses that would often lead to irrational and temperamental, even violent behaviour. But when she arrived on the other side, as it were, she was a changed person. Silk found herself imbued with a sense of wanderlust and confidence that had not been there before. The increased size of her chest didn't hurt either. With no family bonds to hold her back she left the village behind and started journeying the continent, a free spirit moving as she pleased. For the most part anyway. There was always the occasional torch and pitchforks incident, especially when people saw her in her beast form. That was always exhilarating. As to why she became a thief the truth of the matter is that she was not burdened with a great deal of options as a young female half breed, especially since she had no desire to join the army in its war against Plegia and its so called cult of the Fell Dragon Grima. In fact her skills are of certain renown in underworld circles, leading to no shortage of offers for her abilities. However the majority of these offers have gone unheeded. Still, there are certain cities were she will be arrested on sight, but to Silk that only makes the world more interesting. Weapon/s – Steel Sword, stolen. Item/s – Beaststone (dormant), vulnerary, chest keys Theme - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhAEfsyyEG4
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Name: Matthew

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Class: Tactician

Home country: Valm (Rosanne)

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Personality: A smart and somewhat sheltered young man, he is often found reading or writing about his travels in his journal. This introversion caused him to be friendless as a child and his noble standing didn't help. He left home after his parents attempted to arrange a marriage, taking his knowledge of war and magic with him. He travels to learn of the world and make friends, even if he doesn't exactly know how.

Biography/history: Growing up in a noble house he learned much of sword play and excelled at it as a hobby, however he took to magic rather than other noble pursuits preferring casting spells to horse back riding or piano lessons. His parents sensing he could be a great commander in the duke's military one day had a tutor bought in to teach him of tactics. He took to the training quickly and found himself happily working towards this career. At age fourteen he competed in tourney hosted by the Dukedom. Taking home the prize that year his family was delighted, there son though friendless and introverted had become a talented warrior.

Three years his mother arranged a marriage, he spent weeks arguing about it and finally deciding anything was better than forcing misery of marriage to him on some poor young noble girl, he left home. He traveled plying his skills and living as a commoner, he often played songs as a bard in towns or worked defending locals form the occasional bandit. However he traveled across the ocean wanting to see new lands and explore, his desire for adventure drove him to new heights.
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Name: Zack Kosnin

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Class: Soldier

Home country: Ylisse

Appearance: Zack is tall with short cut dark green hair and a thin lean frame with copper hue skin form exposure to the sun, His piercing green eyes always watching for Plegia soldiers. One scar runs across the bridge of his nose, well another runs under his right eye it's faded and long healed but slightly visable. Blue cloth sit's under his dulled breastplate his round shield hanging off his arm well his spear lays across his back,a blue scarf lays across his shoulders connected to a single shoulder pauldron of formed steel, Small scratches cover his boots and shin guards from many miles marched well a lone helmat sways from a hip sack.

Personality: Zack has a disciplined patient attitude but will go overboard if pushed passed his point, He will thrown himself into a fight on reaction to defend the weak and innocent. He is overly serious sometimes with simple matters sometimes when he grows impatient. His core value from his childhood is that he will never turn his weapon on a unarmed opponet. Zack has a huge appetite from his last three years eating bland food inbetween battles and is always seeking something full of favor to devour. Loyalty is something that zack holds dear and has few friends but holds people he calls friends in close regard and would be willing to lay down his own life in the defense of his friends without a second thought.

Respect was drilled into his mind and so he will show respect to any person he meets and expects it in return from those he meets and get frustrated from those that do not return the favor. He is detached to new people from years of watching new people die on the battlefield and is slow to bond with new people. He is tired from the loss of his family and friends from the war and will try to perserve life where he can, but will not hesitate to take a life to protect himself or another is needed. One rule that zack learned well fighting is thier are no rules in a fight and will do whatever he needs to do to win. Zack has seen things in combat from mircales to the worst acts aginst another living being and believes in a higher power but thinks that praying and worship will gain him no favor.

Biography/history: Zack spent his childhood helping his mountian village near the Plegia border tend to the herds and land for the harvest months, He was the oldest son of a family of four and helped raise his younger brothers and sisters well his parents were busy with crops or the herds. Apon turning sixteen after two years of bad weather and loss of crops and growable land he made a decision to leave his village and joined the Ylisse military and sent his pay home to help his family and sending letters in his free time keeping tabs on his family.

Fighting broke out as the war begun and correspondence from his family increased well he was off fighting until it came to sudden stop confusing and filling him with concern, until he fought through the shattered remains of the village destroyed by a band of Plegia raiders. He fought filled full of rage for the next two years until it felt like a weight apon his shoulders, it was spent after the defeat of Plegia. Tired of the constant fighting and horrible food, He left the army after the war feeling aimless without a fight,he bought his equitment of the war and decided to head to the festival to find something to reinvigorate himself and left with the last of his pay.

Weapons: Iron Lance

Items:Vulnerary
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Name: Seor Ralei | Kazuma

Age: Twenty-one years old.

Gender: Male

Class: Mage

Nationality: Ylissean

Personality: With a temper as fiery as the magic his hand guides when it comes to criminals, Seor lacks any intention of mastering the arcane arts purely for himself; rather, he seeks to purge the 'wretched abominations' which blight the continents, exacting retribution upon evildoers and wishing to punish all injustice with his own hands. Despite these violent tendencies, an all-too familiar air of nobility remains present in his stride and speech, the remnants of a life he had burned away from the pages of his story.

Naturally, Seor is a benevolent and charming young man; while being very diligent in his studies, he is one who cares deeply for the matters of the people around him. He has befriended many all throughout his travels, though he does not feel any less lonely; he longs to have a family once more, regularly conflicting over the atrocity that he committed and its justification.


Biography: Seor Ralei was the most recent addition to a long-standing magi bloodline dating far back into the history of Ylisse. His father, a master of the arcane arts and the current head of the family, was the lord of a small district in southern Ylisse. Because of his father's little interaction with him, Seor grew especially close to his brother, who was five years his senior. While his brother was being groomed to inherit his father's lordship over the years, the two were mentored in magic. During this time, Seor showed a favoring proficiency for fire magic.

Eventually, the Holy War between Ylisse and Plegia would break out. Seor's brother volunteered to fight, and from the day that he left, he was never seen again. At the start of the war, Seor's father called for the people of his district to support the war by sending gold to him to relay to the capital. The district began to suffer from poverty and famine as even the common folk began to be recruited, and during the final year of the war, Seor would find out that his brother had been killed in battle.

When his father learned of this, Seor was astonished to see that he lacked any sadness, which spurred Seor to investigate further. He discovered that his family had stolen all of the gold sent by the people to preserve themselves over the conflict, and that his father wanted Seor's older brother to leave so he could keep his lordship. Outraged by his family's selfishness and lack of care for the people and his brother, the eighteen-year old Seor set the room of his parents aflame with his magic while they slept, taking whatever personal belongings he could before setting his own room on fire to make it appear as if he had also been burnt to ashes.

After leaving the district, Seor began to go under the name Kazuma, and traveled all around the continent hunting criminals.

Weapon(s): Elfire

Items: None

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Name: Batu
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Class: Wyvern Rider
Home country: Ferox
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He also wears leather lamellar armour in his chest with similar lamellar shielding for his arms and legs.

Personality: Batu, as a steppe nomad has poor social skills though he can interact enough to trade in settlements. His social skills are surprisingly better with animals due to his expertise in hunting. Though as a nomad he is expected to be able to survive harsh terrain, he has the most difficulty in hot deserts. As a hunter, he is patient and is accepting of short-comings. Due to varying or no beliefs at all in Ferox, he is also tolerant to various faiths.

Biography/history: Batu was born and raised on the saddle to a tribe of wyvern-riding Feroxi steppe nomads, believed to be migrants from either Valm or Plegia by how wyvern riders are rare in Ferox. As a child he was taught the skills needed to survive the steppes of Ferox, such as hunting, fishing and of course, wyvern riding. He learned to master riding his wyvern and named him Tengri.

Batu’s father was poisoned by a rival tribe and his own tribe left his family for dead, losing their leader. Forced to live in poverty and the slow eventual death of the rest of his family from starvation and disease he began wandering and surviving in the steppes alone with Tengri. He and his loyal mount survived through luck or constant consumption of decaying animal carcasses.

He was also one of the very few Feroxi wyvern nomads to interact directly with settlements, doing so after he came of age. He sold his hunting game in exchange for weapons and food he can’t obtain, pragmatic with what he can make himself and not. Occasionally he took mercenary work but found hunting and selling game a better job for himself.

Weapons: Steel axe
Items: Hunting knife, Hunting lance, Yurt tent
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