Name: Sonia Fallows

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 32

Appearance:


Height: 5'8"

Weight: About 140 lbs

Class: Warrior mage?

Skills: Travelling unseen—or at least unharmed—on Sironde's lonely roads fosters a certain set of skills. While quite proficient at fighting, both with sword, spear and fists (and, at least until losing her right eye, bow), Sonia's true talents lie in tracking, trapping and surviving in the wilderness. She's also a fairly skilled rider.

Powers: Sonia's an illusionist, albeit not a very powerful one. Without providing an extensive list of her capabilities, her powers don't extend much further than creating a distraction, hiding in plain sight when camping in the woods, turning away a pack of dogs, stuff like that.

Weaponry: A battered steel sword, an axe, an oaken bow rarely used these days.

Other equipment:
Knife
Flint and steel
Two bedrolls
Provisions for a few days
A water skin
Flint and steel
Two coils of rope

Apparel: Sonia's armor is the most expensive thing she owns. It's a light chainmail armor (well, relatively light. It's chainmail after all), with shoulder pads and everything, over a plain leather jack. Cost her four months of bodyguard work.

Beneath her armor, Sonia's clothes are plain—a long wool shirt, a pair of hide trousers, belts, pouches, a large green cloak, and a pair of boots, well-worn to a greyish no-color. And, of course, her eye patch.

Personality: Sonia meets the world around her with a brisk geniality. Though good-natured, she doesn't have much of a sense of humor. She enjoys the companionship of other travellers; as long as she's not on the road, anyway. As such, if possible, she often spends time between jobs in taverns and hostels where there's company (and work!) to be found. On the road, however, she prides herself on her independence, and she doesn't like having to defer to the judgment on others. In her eyes, her intuition and experience are all she needs.

She's fiercely protective of those she guards, especially if they're women and children.

Bio: If you need to travel the roads of Sironde, and you don't have the luxury of travelling in large numbers, you're an easy target for bandits. That goes double if you're a woman. For the eight or so years Sonia's been a sellsword, her primary business has been providing safe passage for those who would be preyed upon alone—for a fee, of course.

Almost twenty years earlier, she was the last person to suspect this would be her life. In the small farming community known informally among its inhabitants as Wayholt, she was considered quite the catch. A fairly good-looking, strong young woman with a touch of the Gift to boot? Now that was something. As such, it was to nobody's surprise that at the age of fifteen, she was long since married. Her betrothed, Jarod, was no sentimental or loving husband, but he was a good man, and Sonia was satisfied. She'd gotten a better deal than many other girls her age.

Then came the war. With the Dominion otherwise occupied, enterprising criminals had the run of the land, as long as they stayed away from towns and villages large enough to warrant Vanguard protection. In Wayholt, the villagers had been torn between sending men to fight for the Dominion and keeping everyone here to tend and protect the farms. In the end, they sent half their able-bodied men, one of them Jarod. The rest stayed behind, keeping a wary eyes in both directions of the dirt road that joined the loosely knit farmsteads. And of course, towards the end of the war, when the bandits came, it made no difference. They were too many, they were too well armed, too experienced. Sonia had heard rumors about how the bandits treated the women of the villages they raided, they all had, and she had no intention of sitting around waiting to be raped and murdered. Or worse, raped and sold to some orc warlord. She and one of the men—Petre, only a year younger than Sonia, gathered the younger women of the village and led their escape through a field yet to be harvested. He and Caroline Jent took arrows to the back, went down in the tall crops. Sonia led the rest of the girls at a sprint to the edge of the forest, drawing hasty runes in the air to mask their true position. In the cover of the trees, they hunkered down until darkness fell, not daring to light a fire or even lie down for fear of breaking the brittle spell Sonia'd cast over them. One bandit came close to stepping on them. Scared and furious, Sonia buried a sickle in his throat. When the sun set, they saw the bandit heading south, flames rising from Wayholt, and they dashed in the opposite direction. They weren't followed.

They walked for two days before being picked up by a heavily armed trading caravan heading for Esminster. They took just about everything the girls had brought with them but the clothes on their back, but in return, they took them to the city with them. Some of the girls had distant family in the Esminster, and there they laid low for a few months. Something nagged at Sonia, though. She and the girls had gotten lucky, finding a caravan full of fairly honest people who took nothing but their scant possessions. Other women would be out there, less fortunate. They'd need safe transport as well. Sonia seemed to have a skillset to facilitate that (and if she had to be perfectly honest, she felt a sort of crazed joy at getting her girls away mostly unharmed). She played the role of bodyguard for a couple of women who needed to leave the city quickly, and found she did quite well.

Thus, she found her new calling: protecting unaccompanied women and children (and the odd frightened scribe) travelling though Sironde. It's cost her many scars—and an eye to a particularly stubborn bandit—but she likes to think the women of Sironde are a little bit safer these days. She hasn't seen Jarod in nine years. She rarely thinks of him.

Name
Rion Nullveil

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Race
Elf

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Gender
Male

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Age
190-ish

Appearance

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Height
5'2

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Weight
125 lbs

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Class:

Elvish -------> Monk -------> Zen Archer (Primary)
\------->Archer ------> Arcane Archer (Secondary)

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Skills
Rion is a monk who uses ki to sometimes preform his attack. Ki is a energy source within the monk that always him and other monks to preform other feats that may seem impossible for the regular person to do. However what separates him from the other monks is that he is not master at hand-to-hand combat, his skill in hand-to-hand combat is reduced severely from a normal monk. But his unarmed combat is still quite capable to handle other people if needed to but it isnt his most favorable kind of weapon to use against others. Instead of his mastery in unarmed combat, he makes up for that weakness by his skill in archery and the skills he can preform within that category. For instance he can allow his ki enhance his arrow making them fly truer and harder than a normal archer could do. Rion also has a preternatural awareness that allows him to dodge a attack even though he isn't aware of it, but it is a uncommon occurrence during battle and happens rarely when it is needed.

Although his Ki skills are different from a normal monks, they all benefit him when he uses his archery as well as outside of it as well. He is quite skilled in using his ki very offensively with his archery as it is the only way he deals large amounts of damage to his enemies. As such, much of his ki skills have some sort of connection to his archery combat. Outside of archery combat, his ki skills are mostly utility helping him reach a better position to then once again use his archery skills. Besides that his ki skills aren't really that offensive, but they do have some defense skills with them, just not a lot. His ki reserve is also been naturally adapted to withstand heavy usage of ki in short amount of time making Rion resistant from exhaustion due to rapid ki usage.

Besides his Ki skills, being a elf has granted Rion enhanced magical prowess that had allowed him to incorporate it in his archery, but he is quite unskilled with it as he has much to learn, but he still has time to do so. As a passive ability that he has, every arrow that he fires it becomes a enchanted one making it more sturdy but not gaining any weight of any kind. His abilities as a arcane archer will grow, and so will his current abilities making him stronger the more he uses and study his art. He can combined this passive with his ki skills if he wishes.

Outside of his Ki and Archery, Rion is a adept medical practitioner but not a full fledged doctor yet. He is also a novice herbalist, and can create solutions to heal wounds up depending on how big they are. He can also diagnose common symptoms for illnesses with some concentration and time. Then he can create a remedy to help aid the body in ridding the illness. His skill in identifying plants is also a good thing to have as he can collect materials to use as medicine along the way to help remove small nusicanes like headaches or like sleep deprivation. Outside the plants, he can sew up large wounds as big wounds as long as they arent too big. He can also help make splints and other things to assist the proper healing of the body if he doesnt have any medicine to help.

Also by being a herbalist, has allowed him to as well go into the hobby of being a botanist. Enjoying the company of flowers and what uses they have. He can also study flowers to find any special properties with the flowers. From studying the flower he can also see what kind of environment the flower might of grown in, if it was picked.

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Weaponry
- Rion has a longbow made from a special wood which halves its original weight.
- During melee combat, Rion has a wooden Quarter Staff that is slight beat up but it looks really sturdy and can take up a lot of beating.

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Other equipment
- He has a backpack on him with waterskin, one day's trail rations, bedroll, sack and flint and steel. Along with him are 3 torches, 2 sets of clothing and a few miscellaneous things that are placed in other places.

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Apparel
- A Traveling Cloak with a hood and enforced with several layers of cloth to provide protection from weather.
- He wears cloth armor that is too, reinforced with several other layers of cloth which provides the maximum amount of protection without hindering the movement allowing the armor to be fluid and loose.

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Personality
Rion is a calm and quite person who doesnt like being the center of attraction and if possible far from interaction of others if possible. He prefers to work alone when fighting but he can work with a small group of others. He although seems like a mostly nonsocial and cold person, he honestly is not... for the most part... but he likes helping out other people and tending to their wounds when he has the time. His compassion is often related to his way of protecting allies during combat removing focus of enemies off his allies onto him, before escaping. He is often the last one to get out of the battle being usually the last to hold off the enemies while his allies escape as well, knowing that his allies have a more better chance of escaping if he helped out stall the enemies. Outside of combat, doing the medical work is one of the thing that he does and tends to the wounds of his allies often, making sure nothing is wrong with them from what he sees.

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Bio
Rion was raised in a monastery, quite a unusual place for a elf to be born in but it happened never the less. There at the monastery, he was taught the ways of the monk using only the weapons he was provided with since birth, his own. With his hands he trained and trained but instead he found something better, he discovered that archery was another thing that was taught as had joined it. It was like a calling to him that he should practice archery, and indeed it was fun for him to practice it. He quickly caught onto the ways of how the bows worked and how to fire them. Then latter they taught him how to use his ki to help fire his arrows and do amazing things that helped him strike down his target. However his other talent awakened, his racial talent for the arcane art, he soon discovered that he was able to produce mysterious effects not by his ki which he had fully understand to use by a young age. Upon questioning his teachers he had found out he was preforming magic unconsciously and asked if any of the teachers could help him control his newly awakened ability.

Several of his teachers at the monastery used to be mages and had granted Rion some help into the education of the arcane art, the basics really. There they had helped controlled his magical prowess. But, doing so wasnt so easy as Rion's magical ability far surpassed his Ki ones, but he wasnt as merely interested in them, compared to his Ki abilities which he worked so hard on. Over the year he indeed had experimented with his arcane abilities learning that the arrows that he had fired had been enchanted by his arcane energy unconsciously flowing into his arrows knowing that it was his passion. Although he did dabble in the small aspects of magic he never got farther than using his magic to jump higher and higher or fall down more slowly.

When he reached maturity he decided that he wanted to leave the monastery, knowing that living in the monastery for his entire life didnt seem such a appealing idea to him and decided that he wanted to see what was outside. His teacher on the other hand werent so adamant about his decision and decided if he could pass through them he could go. It took him only 2 tries to get through them, the first he was overwhelmed by all his teachers coming onto him and had stalled them out studying their skills individually, mostly using evasive tactics to stall out the battle before he forfeited so that he could train himself some more to prepare against his masters. On the second try he had been able to get through most of his teacher's techniques and beaten them with some difficulty. Although he did make it through and was allowed to leave the monastery but he was offered the chance to come back anytime. That was however many years ago...

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Character sheet:

Name – Aldred Mermet

Race – Human

Gender – Male

Age – 34

Appearance –

Height – 6’3

Weight – 230 pounds

Class – Warrior

Skills – Aldred is a master swordsman, able to take down even the toughest of foes with his sword. He is also a skilled tactician, able to lay down battle plans with the best of them. Aldred is a very capable hand to hand combatant, knowing many ways to take down a man in personal combat.

Powers – N/A

Weaponry – He wields a steel great sword, which he named Echo, a powerful weapon which must be used with two hands. He keeps a steel dagger on his belt as well.

Other equipment – He keeps a leather drawstring pouch on himself at all times inside it contains a canteen full of fresh water, three apples, a coin purse carrying forty coins, a bedroll, set of civilian clothes, compass and a whetstone.

Apparel – Aldred wears thick iron armor, it is the same kind worn by the Dominion Vanguard, though he is much more weathered, carrying dents and scars on it which he takes pride in, able to explain where many of them came from. Despite the size and weight of the armor, he moves deceptively quick in it, used to wearing heavy suits of armor ever since he could wield a sword. In more casual settings, he favors a simple grey longsleeved shirt, brown pants and boots which he keeps in his bag.

Personality – Aldred is a proud warrior who is not afraid to speak his mind. He will openly criticize other people if they are out of line or doing something completely wrong, but does it in a way that it is actual criticism, not him being an asshole. He is confident in his own abilities as a swordsman and will assume leadership if nobody else is willing. He pursues what he is after until he gets it, doing whatever it takes to achieve his goals. There is still an air of good heartedness to him, as he finds immoral things such as slavery or murder sickening. He does not care much for his possessions beyond his sword and armor, and will give to the less fortunate when asked.

Bio – Aldred Mermet was born in the city of Esminster, his childhood is nothing special. His father was a guard in the city, his mother a nurse. Like many other children, he spent his early years in school, after finishing school at sixteen, he immediately joined the military at the earliest point he could after securing his father’s blessing, with that he was sent into training camp which for him took place at Wawold Tower, one of the two places in Sironde where new military members were sent. He showed potential as a frontlines warrior but also excelled in many of the mock battles which involved coming up with complex strategies.

The next several years of his life were spent as a patrolman who served up north; it was boring, but easy work. He yearned for more, but was content with where he was on patrol. The action he saw while working as a military patrolman were skirmishes with bandits and slavers, nothing that extravagant. In one particular instance which involved Aldred and his squad raiding a slaver camp, he managed to map out a complex plan in order to minimize causalities for slaves and his companions. The plan was executed to perfection and Aldred was praised for it.

After eight long years as a patrolman, Aldred’s name was put forward by his superior as a Vanguard candidate. He was honored to be chosen and was shipped off to the six month camp, which still to this day is legendary for its difficulty. 86 out of 100 men on average who are selected for the camp either drop out or are sent home after the first month. Aldred was proud to be one of those fourteen that lasted a month, but he wanted more, to go the entire way, which he did, finishing Vanguard school with five other men at the age of 24. Aldred was placed in the Vanguard soldier ranks, who are essentially the special forces of the Dominion.

He spent the next five years doing many missions for the Dominion, some boring, others quiet thrilling, though he swore an oath of silence to never speak of the missions to anyone outside of the Dominion military, an oath which he still takes seriously.

His life changed like thousands of others when the Scourged War began, Aldred himself serving as a trusted captain among the Dominion’s military forces. He fought several battles in the war, taking many orc heads with his greatsword. Towards the end of the war, he even served alongside the legendary King Sulvan Orland III who himself fought in many battles as a top general. Aldred got to know the king pretty well, having earned a respect for the man as both a ruler and fellow soldier. He was at the battle when he saw the king get killed after taking an arrow to the neck. The war ended shortly afterwards. Since then,
Aldred left the Vanguard, almost severing ties entirely with the Dominion as a whole.

He took up mercenary work, using a fake name, John Ashblade, so no one would recognize his name which received honors after the war. Aldred was living on the outskirts of Cabrook when he received a letter addressed to Aldred Mermet which asked him to join a mercenary group against a mysterious threat. Having nothing else to do, and curious as to what the threat was, he signed up right away.

Name – Caspian Lee Argo

Race – Human

Gender – Male

Age – 26

Appearance –

Height – 5'10"

Weight – 184

Class – Pirate/Rogue

Skills - Gambling, swindling, thievery, navigation, sailing, sharpshootering, Swordsmanship, smiting.

Powers - (Mages only)

Weaponry –
Small One-Handed Crossbow
2 Iron Cutlasses

Other equipment - Rope, Flint, Map, Telescope, Compass, a deck of playing card

Apparel – Caspian wears a black and blue waist coat with gold trimming, brown boots, a hat that matches his jacket, and very light leather Chestplate, his pants are black and kinda tight around the calves.

Personality - Caspian has a crazy but kind sense of humor. His sarcasm is hilarious. Caspian follows his own moral code. He often speaks his mind regardless of his thoughts lack tact or not. Although rarely agitated, he is straightforward, is annoyed by many things, Caspian is also quite manipulative when he wants too, having you out of your clothes with no money and no house with just a few words if not careful.

Bio – Caspian was born into a poor smiting family. After seeing the rich and how they enjoyed life, Caspian began to hate them, but he wanted be like them, he wanted what they had. So Caspian joined a band of thieves, stealing from the rich. It wasn't long after. When a raid had gone bad, Caspian was blamed and taken to jail, he was sailed across the river to the port jail, a crew of pirates attached the vessel he was on, they raided it and took it for there own. Caspian was freed and decided to join the crew, this is were Caspian learned most of his skills. Eventually, after years of adventure, and Caspian becoming Captain, they were taken prisoner by the Guard. Caspian was imprisoned, sentenced to death, but Caspian was given the choice to either join the Mercenaries, or face death, Caspian choose the Mercenaries.

Name – Melerindalowen ("Mel" for short)
Race – Elf
Gender – Female
Age – 304
Appearance –
Height – 5'5''
Weight – 119
Class – Druid

Skills - An unnaturally gifted learner and just over three hundred years of experience, Mel has memorized volumes of knowledge concerning nature, animals, and the extent of her own magical prowess. She is good at identifying plants and just properties those plants might have. For animals, Mel can identify nimal tracks, sounds, anatomy, and sometimes even feces to determine just what animal is nearby.

Powers - Mel has three schools of magical talent but they vary in her skill level. First and foremost, Mel is absolutely gifted Elementalist, capable of calling forth the four elements to maim, burn, freeze, drown, help, and support anyone who Mel wants. She isn't the greatest by any means but she is capable of higher level elemental magic. Secondly, Mel has skill in Restoration. Although opportunities to use it rarely came but this school is one Mel has great interest to improve upon as of late. Lastly, Mel is a good shapeshifter, even though she doesn't like it. She can turn into lesser natural beasts of the wild like a wolf, deer, owl, etc and some unnatural ones. However despite her love of nature, she hates becoming the various beasts as she feels she loses herself bit by bit to animal instinct, making her feel primal, basic, and worst of all, savagery.

Weaponry – Outside of her metal staff, she has a crudely made bone knife. She relies more on her magic than any weapon.

Other equipment - Mel doesn't carry much outside of a few plants, charms, and trinkets. The only practical things she carries is large bear skin to sleep on and keep herself warm in and a pair of moccasins to put on when snow, ice, hot, or jagged terrain are beneath her feet.

Apparel – As pictured, Mel prefers to not wear much. She generally has an interest in wearing obscure articles of clothing as well as various pieces of jewelry and the like she has collected, making her stick out pretty well in a crowd. For the cold, she wears that great big bear skin as a cloak and a pair of moccasins to cover her feet from the snow. Outside of that, she claims the cold never bothered her. (Note: No demonic hand)

Personality - If Mel's personality was to be summed up in one word: Eccentric would probably be first word you would think. She hasn't really had a lot of people experience in her lifetime so she doesn't really know how to act in a civil or formal setting. Simple pleasantries such as greetings don't really happen, although she is trying to amend that. She doesn't know how to behave and will just act on instinct as she has her whole life. Childish wouldn't be the best way to put her behavior but rather ignorant would be a better word because she does really want to sort of fit in to the modern world. She is curious more than anything about just how civility and people work.

Bio – Even at birth, Mel was always separated from cities and people in favor of a more untamed and natural setting. Her father was a druid of the wild while her mother was never really there. Some images of what she might have been like pop in her head but over all, her mother was absent from her life. This left Mel and her father to wander the various landscapes together, alone and separated from everyone else. For two decades this was the case and everything Mel learned, she learned from her father in that time span. What she didn't learn but wanted to, was other people. Every time a city, town, or just a traveling company was spotted, her father stopped her. He claimed that they were poisonous and harmful to there existence. Mel always refused to believe that and she still wanted that chance to see what other people were like... she got her chance only a decade after her 200th birthday.

A division of mage hunters had been hunting Mel's father for years now. He was wanted for Necromancy practice and outside of a few sightings, the hunters could never find him until a happy accident lead that company of hunters right Mel's camp. Mel was overjoyed to see people coming and ran out to greet them. As she did, one of the hunters fired an arrow, laced with a stiffening poison that slowed and stopped Mel from moving entirely. The hunters used her as a leveraging tool to get her father to go quietly and begrudgingly, he went quietly but not to a city to hang, he was killed on the spot right in front of Mel. She would have been next if not for her quick thinking to turn into a Opossum, which is immune to most poisons, to scurry away.

With her father dead, she saw no reason to embrace people any more so she wandered just like she had all her life. She felt empty about it but at least she felt safe. It wasn't until a strange encounter with a rather old dwarf that rekindled her desire to see the world and its people again. The dwarf told her a bit about the world she was missing but as soon as they were about to part, he handed her a letter of invitation from the Crimson Company. His reason was simple as he was too old to help the Company and his new found friend seemed just like the type to be interested.

Name – Lander Mallory (Eldon Harcourt)

Race – Human

Gender – Male

Age – 32

Appearance –



Height – 6'1”

Weight – 220 lbs.

Class – Artificer

Skills – Lander is well-skilled in living off the land and surviving in the wild. He has a deep knowledge of animal and plant life and uses it to his advantage when he hunts. He is skilled with a bow as well as a sword and can hold his own against animal and human foe alike. He is also skilled in leather working and weapon-making, as well as some smithing abilities, though he doesn't use it often. Due to the years of hunting, Lander's smell and hearing have been heightened and his intuition is razor sharp.

Powers – Lander is a skilled artificer that can infuse non-living objects with magical properties. He may not be able to enhance an individual, but he can temporarily make arrows more precise and swords more powerful. The infusion process only lasts a short while, usually enough for a fight, and it drains him mentally.

Weaponry – Sword/Bow/Arrows

Other equipment – Bedroll
Skinning Knife
Dried Meat
Water Skin
Flintstones
Gloves
Rope
Small Glass Vials of Water, Oils and Various Reagents

Apparel – Lander wears mostly leather armor.

Personality – Lander Mallory is as non-social as he is detached from the reality. He has very little trust for outsiders, which is everyone besides himself. While he is pleasant, polite and even charismatic, it is usually a facade to get what he wants. He never speaks about his past and becomes hostile to those who try to dig too deep. His true love is for nature and its plants an animals and he doesn't take kindly to those who abuse it.

Bio – Lander was born Eldon Harcourt in Sirondius 32 years ago. Brought up in a wealthy family, young Eldon was well taught in history, mathematics, physics and above all, combat. Larger and stronger than his peers, he was groomed to be a soldier. At the age of 12, he was removed from training school to be privately trained by Brishen Prestcote, former leader of the Silver Squad and renowned as the best fighter in Sironde. He was training to be a member of the Dominion Guard when the Scourge War broke out. Even though he wasn't qualified to be a full listed soldier, Brishen vouched for him and he was placed on the front lines.

For two years, Eldon fought the Orcs. Town after town, every Orc outpost fell before the might of the Dominion Army and Eldon's prowess, but deep inside he was growing ever weary of the constant death and bloodshed. One day, while tracking a company of Orcs through a mountain pass, he came across a human woman, heavily injured and near death. Upon holding her body, she stared up at him and with tears in her eyes handed him a small bundle of cloth. Eldon unwrapped the bundle and found a newborn halfling, clinging on to life. The woman pulled Eldon closer and whispered something in his ear before giving up her last breath. Moments later the child succumbed to it's injuries and he placed it in the arms of its mother.

Wracked with guilt and confusion, Eldon ran away from the battle lines and became a nomad, cloaked and mysterious for years, even after the war had ended. Unsure of his place in society, he retreated to the forest where he felt at peace for the first time. He built a small cabin Northeast of Cabruk and trades furs and meat with both Cabruk to the south and Bogkrul to the north. He has gained a reputation in the area for being an expert hunting guide and wealthy aristocrats travel from all over Sironde to utilize his services. They tell tales that their arrows always find their marks when he is the guide.

In reality, Eldon inherited artificer abilities from his grandmother and while he has never told anyone of them, he has spent his years in solitude focusing his gifts. He has increased the infusion length to almost six hours and has began working on stronger infusions. Fear and guilt still lingering in the back of his conscious, Eldon changed his name to Lander Mallory.

Although Lander had cut himself off from the rest of the world, lately he had been hearing whispers and strange winds through the trees. Even though he didn't know how, he felt that things were about to change in Sironde and he hoped he wouldn't have to be a part of it...