Name:
Saya Ashira

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

Class:
Dancer

Appearance:

Saya is a relatively tall girl, standing at five foot eight. She has a slender build and weighs in at about 120lbs. She has long, wavy, blonde locks and sapphire blue eyes. Long limbs, and pointed features that give her a graceful appearance.

Personality
Saya is brave and determined, despite her lack of fighting prowess she still puts herself at risk on the battlefield in order to help others. She's stubborn and a lot tougher than one would think of her class. She's a bit quiet and likes to listen more than join in conversations. Despite that she is friendly and someone who is easy to talk to. She almost always has a smile on her face, unless on the battlefield, and likes to make sure others do to. She's calm and is able to keep a clear head in chaotic situations.

History:
Saya was born and raised in Sihala. Her family didn't have much, but they never went hungry and were happy enough. From a young age, Saya knew she wanted to be a dancer, but lessons were expensive, so her parents told her that she couldn't. Determined, Saya watched outside the window of the school, learning the steps on her own that way. One day, the teacher caught her outside, and instead of scolding her, asked if she wanted to come inside. Of course she said yes, and was able to join in the classes for free. Just a few weeks later, the teacher took her on as an apprentice, seeing great potential in here. In just a few short years she became one of the best dancers in Sihala and was sought after by many. Honestly though, she grew bored of just performing on stage, and decided to try dancing in battle. Adding a weapon and some danger into the mix was actually a lot of fun, and she hasn't gone back since.

Weapons:
Dancing, Iron Sword.

Weapon Rank:
Sword rank D.

Skills:
N/A

Miscellaneous:
Saya's dancing lends her well on the battlefield, and while she may not be able to hit hard, its very hard to hit her.
Saya is ambidextrous due to her dance training and can wield her sword equally well in each hand.
Since she lived in the desert her entire life, she can't swim.
The most likely to win a drinking contest.

Name:

Owari

Age:

19

Gender:

Female

Race:

Bird-Folk

Class:
Raven

Appearance:



Personality

As a member of the Bird-Folk, Owari is incredibly untrusting towards outsiders. However, after being forced to flee from Quartzsite she has begun to trust others out of necessity. Having traveled very far and for a very long time, Owari has found herself avoiding human contact wishing to avoid conflict. As for a prolonged period of time, Owari has suffered from lack of reliable nourishment she also has a weak spot for a home cooked meal, warming up to people who offer such reliable necessities quite quickly. In battle Owari seeks to play a pivotal role in dismantling enemy forces, whether that means she guard the flank or take up the vanguard, she is ready to do it.

History:

Born in the mountainous region of Quartzsite, Owari was a power young girl. Attaining flight at the meager age of three, Owari was known throughout her people as someone with lauded potential for commander of the Bird-Folk forces when she grew older. Day in and day out she would train under the keen eye of her mother. Owari’s mistakes would be pointed out at dinner every night and she would reflect and attempt to improve upon those mistakes during her training regimen afterwards. By the time Owari turned 16 years old she was told to scale the mountain, reach it’s peak and return with some form of proof.

By the time anyone who has spent a great deal of time in Quartzsite has attempts to climb the peak of the mountain they rest on the cold doesn’t bother them too much. However, while the cold isn’t as troublesome as onlookers would assume it to be it affected Owari in a way she didn’t foresee. She found herself exhausted after only minutes of travel. Any small amount of flight felt disastrous as if she could fall at any moment. Owari found herself struggling up the mountain on foot for the majority of her ascent, something that she felt great shame in. It wasn’t long, however before she finally rose above the clouds and greeted a star filled ocean above her. It was there Owari met a Manakete.

He was a large, barrel chested man who must’ve stood at least six feet tall. He grimaced down at Owari, she glared up at him. This lasted about a minute before she struck first. In an instant she had taken on her Raven form, talons at the ready slashing the throat of the Manakete just as he shifted into his draconic form. This was her evidence, the star soaked night watched her, it felt as if each of those stars were meant for her. If only she could’ve encapsulated that feeling for the rest of her days and nights.

When Owari laid the proof of her ascent on the ground in the center of Quartzsite she didn’t know what to expect, disbelief, shock, applause.

Well she got the first two. She was met by gasps, even disgusted glares. Owari was confused, she searched for her mother’s gaze but she did not find it. Instead she found the gaze of a mother, whose daughter had just died.

Owari’s mother held council with the Manakete leaders, it took days for a resolution and Owari was told to wait for their verdict. When it came, it was exile. Owari was exiled from Quartzsite never to return. Thus, Owari’s journey began.

Weapons:
N/A

Weapon Rank
N/A

Skills:
N/A

Miscellaneous:
Owari is very keen eyed, living among blizzards her entire life, her bird-like traits don’t hurt either.
She isn’t very keen of people who either touch her wings or comment upon them incessantly.
Owari allowing someone to touch her wings shows a great deal of trust and potentially, love.
She has a huge stomach and could out eat three grown men with ease.

Name: Jerod of Asala

Age: 44

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Nomad

Appearance:

On Foot [+]

Horse [+]

Personality: Jerod is as hardy and hale as the horse he rides into combat. Spending his adult, and a fair bit of his childhood, life wandering the realm of men and chimera alike, he has a very humbled, simple view on life. He is very much for living and let live, and typically has no interest in petty conflicts over trivial matters, being very blunt and honest when it comes to calling out people for their flaws. Jovial and lax, its as easy to find Jerod under a tree, drinking the day away than bothering himself with the trivial and often times transient problems of the world. He is spiritual and speaks with experience, not bothering with pleasant words or eloquent speech. He is an honest man who believes in the freedom of all, before loyalty to nations or individuals. Anarchy at its finest, no need for ruling governments, let people be people and go about their lives and make ends meet. He knows this would not work in large scale, but he is a firm believer of letting the people work on their own and all the good a government is for is dealing with other governments. And nothing else.

History: Jerod was born to the Democracy of Asala, both parents members of their cavalry forces. His father, a conventional Cavalier, his mother a rider of Pegasus. So, in effect, the man was born into the saddle. He followed his father's footsteps, but handled a bow far better than any other weapon, so he was trained as a Nomad for Asala. He did, however, inherit the free spirit of his mother and, as soon as he was old enough to, joined a mercenary company leaving the country to see the world. He would lend his bow and his growing skill on horse back to whomever had the coin, riding into countless battles against countless banners. It was never personal, just business of war, so he rapidly lost any real concern about loyalty to a nation or a cause. He eventually left that band when it started going down a darker road, instead joining roving bands that were in the process of aiding those under attack by bandits. It was a far less luxorious life, but a far more fulfilling one. He wouldn't have any real commander or master, roving from group to group as they formed and disbanded, often times living in the woods and off the land alongside his faithful steed. He spent his life roaming the lands, holding no grudges but hunting any who trespassed against honest folk without mercy. He made a name for himself, flashing onto the field of battle to place arrows with accuracy from his bow before vanishing. Granted, he thinks these tales are vastly overrated, but he doesn't do anything to dissuade them. Too much work, in his opinion, so he much continues to wander wherever he sees fit, letting the wind and fate guide his path to wherever he needed to be most.

Weapons: Iron Bow

Weapon Rank: Bow Rank D

Skills:

Miscellaneous:
Jerod is a natural with animals of all sorts, often times seeming more comfortable with them then other humans.
Often professes to have spiritual beliefs, but refuses to share them with all but the most trusted friends.
Most likely to be found asleep under a tree.

Name: Seth

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Myrmidon

Appearance:
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Personality: Seth is quiet and reserved. He prefers to observe than participate, but will speak his mind if necessary.

History: Seth grew up on the way of the sword in Sihala. The most important thing was never the strength of the hit, but the hit landing in the right spot. Finding the weak point and focusing on it. His father taught him in total silence, so quiet has always been a large part of Seth's life. After learning all his father could teach him, he left home (by the suggestion of his father). His mother wasn't a big part of his live, though she chatted much. She traded, polished, and improved armor, so getting some protection before he left wasn't too hard, even though he didn't wear anything heavy it was good enough to protect his vitals. Seth's plan is to travel North. He figures he'll either land in the capital and be a blade for hire or pass through and hunt the creatures in the Northern Forest.

Weapons: Slim Sword

Weapon Rank: Sword D

Skills:

Miscellaneous: