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Name: Bellamy Speirs Valentine

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance: Maybe just under 6', with an average set of shoulders and an equally average build. He's not particularly thick, nor thin. He's well muscled from his work, but not overly so. His hands are only slightly roughed, still being young, and his face has a sort of stillness to it. And like his face, his entire body, his stance, has a certain stillness, especially when he stands still and waits, or watches. He's tanned from working in the sun, and his hair is a light brown, kept a little long relative to other men. He has a face that could be friendly if he smiled, cold if he showed nothing, and hostile if he frowned or tightened his jaw. 

Skills: Woodcutting, stew-making, occasionally hunting, and some basic hand-to-hand and knife combat, from training with his father. His father was a normal soldier, before settling down and opening an inn; Bellamy grew up as the innkeeper's son, well known for his knack with making anything taste good in a stew.

History: The innkeeper's son. He was born to a retired soldier and the local blacksmith's daughter, who had fallen in love sometime during Ronald's- his father- training. His father visited his mother- Elaina- as often as he could, and eventually settled down because of her. After marrying, they started up an inn by taking it off the hands of a dying owner (who died thirteen days afterwards). Shortly thereafter, Elaina became pregnant, and nine months later, Valentine was born. 

As the innkeeper's son, he did all the chores for them. He lugged stuff about, served the various clients that came in, eavesdropped on his father and his old war buddies, and took care of the garden, of the chopped wood, and of the occasional need to get some venison without having to buy it or have Ronald go get it. Ronald, of course, taught Bellamy how to hunt on his tenth birthday- and on his thirteenth, started teaching him how to handle himself in a fight, after another kid gave him a black eye. Bellamy wasn't exactly looked at in friendly terms by everybody his age- whatwith living and working at the inn of a dead respected man, who died a foul number after he left the inn.

Kids learned not to mess with him after his soldier of a father started teaching him how to fight- because kids started ending up hurt, kids who had been known to try to humiliate and bully him. One kid, who began hating Valentine because Val took a liking to a girl- who he thought was his, but the girl adamantly demanded she was no one's- was said to have followed Val out into the woods on one of his hunts, and never returned, dead or alive. Val didn't appear to be overly concerned about it, and suddenly, people noticed how still he was, how often he stared but didn't seem to really see the person- just what they were and what they could do.

Valentine never corrected them that he had just kneed the kid who hated him before the kid could get even a dozen feet into the forest, and sent him back home. He didn't mind the controversy, the bad rep- people stopped messing with him, after all.

Valentine continued his life unhindered, though few people managed or dared to get close. He has a half dozen friends, none of them particularly close, though he does go to social events and the like. 

Then, one day, while fixing a broken table from one of the weekly brawls, a drunk started taunting him. Valentine handled it as he did with other kids taunting him, or drunk patrons of the bar- he said nothing, except gave that cold stare. And the drunk taunted some more, and some more, and babbling nonsense every now and then. He was a drunk, after all. And when Valentine finally asked what he wanted from him, the drunk dared him to go to the Choosing- which was happening the next day.

So Valentine went, as distant from his family as he was from his friends.

Other:
He doesn't have very many friends, but he respected or even feared, with some amount of controversy about him. He unsettles many, and has always been known as a quiet child, even among friends. Though, he is respected, kids not wanting to screw with him.

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Name: Rebeckah Mirabelle De Leantlir

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearance: Dark brown, long wavy hair double braided to reveal a pale sculpted, round face. Scars stretching from the bottom of the left cheek, running towards her upper lip and ending on her forehead leaves a stinging burden of her fortunate survival against the Lycan. Hooded brown eyes, set delicately filled with determination. At just 5'3, she stands small among others, despite the heeled boots she wears to give her a bit of a boost. Rebeckah took after her mother in stature, she builds small and delicate in comparison to her tall, broad built father. Her soft skin beautifully compliments her strong jaw, a gracious memory of her father. 

Skills: As the average woman of her status, she is skilled in embroidery and the musical arts of the harp. In time, she had managed to be skilled with a bow and arrow. 

History: 
Illegitimate daughter of Queen Margaret of Aauron and her lover Simon de Biville. As a child she did not understand how she was different than the rest of her siblings, since she was treated the same by their mother if not with more attention and care. However, the more she grew the more she understood that she was not like the rest of the King’s children. The King truly loved the queen, he could not bring himself to behead the woman he learned the love. Instead, the king of Aauron locked his queen away as punishment of her disloyalty. While, her father paid the price with his head. However, Rebeckah could sense the King’s resentment and disliking. He hardly ever allowed any other of his daughters to play with her and he always made sure to keep her hidden when they had important guests at court. Because of this Margaret would often have Reeckah spent time with her relatives in the village and it was only a little later on that she had discovered her mother’s connections to the Pagans. 

It was a secret Rebeckah was going to keep because she knew that her step-father would hunt them down and would kill them. Life at court was already tough enough without her giving people another reason to hate her. As time passed Rebeckah learned to ignore King’s hatred towards her as well as the rest of the nobles. The more she aged though she came to understand his position and she did not really hate him. Instead Rebeckah focused on developing her skills day by day.

Much to most people's dismay, the older she grew the more Queen paid attention to her and made it clear on every occasion that she is without a question her favorite daughter. They had always been quite close and Queen always trusted her more than the rest of is family and favored he over her other children. However, that did not really affect her relationship with her half-siblings. Rebeckah loves being an older sister and she doesn't miss an opportunity to spend time with younger siblings. The one thing though the others always was jealous of was of her freedom, and Rebeckah could not blame them. Rebeckah has traveled a lot and started doing so ever since she was old enough. Because of this, she is one of the most skilled archer and the fastest rider in Aauron.

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Her mustang Stone

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Name: Alex Manson
Age: 23
Gender: Male (dresses as a female)
Appearance: 
Skills: Alex is actually quite good at blending into his surroundings. He is also very flexible and good with daggers.
History: Alex grew up in a rather wealthy family. He was a bit odd from the start though as he always went after his sister, and instead of teasing her like every other child his age he actually played with her and her dolls. At around the age of 10 he was made to wear a dress by his elder sister, but to her surprise Alex actually liked it and started to dress like a girl from then on. The strange thing though was that he liked girls as any other boy would. He just liked the cloths they wore too.

Aside from the cross dressing though Alex has seen many a tragedies. His parents were lords of a town that had been attacked quite often by the lycans. At first it was just a few livestock that was killed. But it escalated into far more. Soon enough the people in the town were demanding to come into the mansion for it’s protection. For awhile his parents refused until the gates were knocked down and his family forcibly removed.

Within a day Alex and his family had been locked out of their own home. They tried to fortify themselves inside a house however the lycans eventually pried their way through whatever defenses the family had. Soon both of Alex parents were killed by the lycans. Alex quickly learned to use a dagger at this point and was able to end atleast one Lycan. However when he took the life of it he found out that he liked it. For being a timid young boy Alex had discovered a certain bloodlust in himself. From there on when Alex went into battle it was like a switch was flipped in his head.
Other: He likes to cross dress. His personality takes a drastic change when he enters a battle.

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Name: Darrion Rohart

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Skills: Excellent at archery and extremely skilled in dual-wielding daggers.

History: 

Darrion was orphaned at a young age when him and his family got in a stage coach accident. Mr. Grimshaw, the man who found the young boy, took him in and raised the boy along with his daughter Elizabeth who Darrion grew to see almost like a older sister. For many years, he was taught in the ways of combat with the man until he had had enough. He still had memories of his old life with his original family and remembered that they never put him through anything like this, so why should he have to now. So one night, he ran away from his adopted family to strike out on his own. His only regret was leaving his only friend, Elizabeth, behind. Fate seems to be a funny thing though, as the long lost friends seem destined to meet again in the town of Roseview as they tryout to become Slayers.

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Name:
Aaron Forecrown

Age:
19

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Aaron is a young man that isn't too tall, standing at 5'9" some would say he's a little short. He has an average build for someone who grew up hunting and training with the bow and cutting animals; that is to say his shoulders are wide, his arms are rather big, although his right is somewhat noticeably bigger than his left. 

He has a bronze skin tone with a strong partially shaven jaw and a somewhat large ridge above his eyes. His hair is a small fro of light brown curls that reach the end of his neck.

Skills:
Hunting, tracking, gutting, use of the bow and arrow, use of a dagger or a small knife.

History:
Aaron grew up in one of the settlements close to the Everautumn forest, and most of his nights as a child were spent looking out the window into the infinitely dark abyss that was beyond its treeline. That was until his father started taking him out with him in his hunting trips.

Every boy had heard of the stories and the horrors that lay beyond, they knew that the dark creatures within would often come out and attack their settlements, killing dozens and scores despite the slayers' efforts. And although there was a sort of grim curiosity in a boy such as him, he recalls the day of his first trip into the Everautumn. 

His friends, like all young boys, teased him, telling him that they would miss him and that no one would bother looking for his corpse. As one would imagine, it didn't help with his confidence at all. It was a summer morning, the grass smelled fresh, the day's warmth was enough to put a smile on anyone's face. 

But not him. Aaron was pale and shivering like a pup brought out of freezing water. His father was having none of it, alas, and so he was taken by force into the woods albeit rather close to his father. It was also on that day that he learned not to fear the Everautumn. 

An important lesson his father taught him on that first trip was to never go beyond the sight of the treeline. Game feared the lycans far more than men, which made hunting far less of a risk. Another lesson on that first day was to always be mindful of the woods' sound; once the birds stopped chirping and the leaves stopped rustling was the moment to make a run for it.

Several years passed after that first hunting trip, and as the years went by Aaron learned how to track, trap, and gut animals. Along with other skills with the bow to shoot larger game when they happened to come near the treeline. However, Aaron was folly and susceptible to the many of the traps of youth; one of them being an over bloated ego, partially flared by his own group of friends that saw him as a sort of fearless idol for going into the Everautumn so casually, and partially because he became comfortable in the woods, believing that the Slayers would keep the lycans away, and that should they stray too far towards him he had enough skill to take care of them alone.

Alas, it was on an unfortunate day that his friends goaded him into going deeper than his father allowed. Believing himself to be up to the challenge, he strode into the woods with a hunting bow and a score of arrows in his quiver, tied to his hip and strode deep and deeper still until he crested a low mound that sloped down into a bank of a fast running stream.

The world then fell into silence.

His own heart sounded like frantic drum beats in the silence, so fraught with a pressure of immense dread it threatened to crush his bones to sand. Then he ran.

Despite all his bravado, his egotistical remarks to his friends, and all his boasting, his fear of death and the unknown horrors that was the lycanthropes made him flee with sheer terror. Added to that was the sound of padded feat thumping into the earth behind him, the exaggerated huffing of a massive beast as it exerted itself into a run, enjoying the thrill of the chase. It was fortunate -- or not -- that Aaron ran into his father.

He would later wish that he had not been so careless, so childish. The regret he felt from that day was a wound ever-bleeding. He tried living in the settlement, but found the forest too painful a  sight to look at and so moved further inland, hunting prairie game for meager profits.

But even that he soon gave up. Depressed and distraught, a friend suggested that he would serve his father's memory by joining the Slayers. It was an idea that struck fear into Aaron's heart, for he experienced a lycan attack, and was almost killed. But after several days of consideration, he decided that it was the best choice for him and journeyed to Roseview to attend the festival.

Other:
Aaron loves pecan pie with apple cider.

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Ilya Terres

Age

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Gender

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Appearance

Ilya stands at a laughable height of 5'5, and has been that way for the entirety of her life ever since she came of age.  After her first lover took her innocence (and left her the next day), Ilya refused to groom herself beyond the expected level of hygiene.  As such, her auburn hair is always unkempt; sometimes tied in a ponytail, but nothing beyond it.  The girl's emerald eyes is often noticed in a half-lidded state, showing her disinterest in the larger picture of things.  Her build is slim yet athletic and toned due to her training as a marksman since she had to do something to distract her mind from the betrayal of her past.  As an accomplished ranger and forager, Ilya wears a jet-black hooded cloak which covers her beige but fair complexion when doing her tasks-- after all, stealth is one's ally in the night.  A large scar runs down on the right side of Ilya's lips-- a mark she obtained when a slight misstep caused her to fall from a twenty-foot tree, and into a Thornberry bush; although, numerous scars are found all over her lithe body.  
Skills

1. Longbow Mastery - Ilya specializes with her wooden longbow when in combat.  She takes time and patience in finding the right spot to pick off beasts and other opponents from a distance.  Her keen eye allows her, in the proper conditions, to strike a target from over 140 yards away.  However, Ilya's craving for a 'perfect' and 'artful' aim causes her to dally between her shots, often leading to targets escaping her sights, and her losing a valued shot.
2.  Dagger Decency - While close-combat was never her forte, Ilya has some modicum skill with the dagger and knife.  As such, she keeps a silver dagger which hangs from her waist.  When pitted against rookies and everyday criminals, Ilya can stand on her own, but against skilled professionals, the lass' dagger cannot hope to beat them, if not only delay the inevitable.
3.  First-aid Knowledge - Wounds are inevitable in the woods.  As such, Ilya taught herself the art of herbs and other medicinal ointments.  She can also patch up wounds with splints and gauzes, but major wounds are out of her league.
4.  Seduction - Living in the poorer rim of Aauron disables most from acquiring the vital things in life.  Ilya circumvents around that problem by beguiling the wits of men with her allure and killer physique.  She often seduces shopkeepers and other corrupt businessmen into providing her needs, only to find her gone the next day.
History

"Ilya?  I know of her.  Some say she came from the slums of Erekon, a small place in the outermost rims of Aauron.  For the lass to survive in this barbaric rim, she seduced the will of men and sharpened the tip of her arrows.  Kindness means nothing in the outer rim, and I know Ilya learned that lesson at a young age.  Her innocence shone like a lotus in the dirt, and in a place of darkness like Erekon, it was naught but an eyesore.  Barkus, a lad from a nearby district, trampled on Ilya's faith and innocence.  He wrecked her being on that one fateful night, and the young lass never stayed the same since.  She trained herself until her bones cracked, until every fibre in her being screamed for relief.  Until she got in to the Forage Squads of Erekon-- a sub-division under the military.  Ilya possessed a keen eye unknown to those who live in the outer rim, and her skills far surpassed that of her peers.  No one came to hate her, because they all feared her prowess in and out of the woods.  Still, a deep shadow looms around her eyes; a look of unknown suffering longing to be sated.  

Her ambitions know no bounds, comrade.  She grows stronger everyday.  The Choosing is near, yes?  I heard Ilya speaking of it, and her desire to partake in this event.  I, as her commander, gave her the opportunity, and sent her to the main kingdom.  Ilya's world is so contained in Erekon, and I want her to see the entirety of Aauron itself.  She is naive at best, and while she knows a thing or two about the harshness of the world, she still has a lot to learn before her bow and arrow can slay those monsters.  

She is not a bad person, comrade.  Ilya just experienced a lot of tragedies in her life.  She defiled herself in order to protect those who cannot; she sold herself so she could buy the freedom of those who she cared about.  She just needs a lot of persuading that there is still a meaning to life.  Her tongue might cut quick, and her attitude might be snide, but mistake not that under all of that hate-- a warm and caring core lies within.

Ilya is on her way to the capital by now, and I can only pray that she help herself first or nobody will."
-Yhagal, Erekon Forager Squad Commander

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Barrett Oh, the year was 1778...

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Name: 
Sable of house Sedgewick

Age: 
Eighteen Winters

Gender: 
Male

Appearance: 
Around the average height for a man of eighteen, Sable stands with a straight back and a curled lip. The former was drilled into him by military instruction from the age of seven, the latter a gift of generations of good breeding. His smirk is somewhat ruined by a scar on his upper lip, a gift from his oldest brother. The famous blonde Sedgwick hair is evident on his head but clipped down with military precision.


Skills:
Like most members of prestigious houses, Sable was trained from an early age to be able to use those weapons suitable for nobles; swords, shields, lances and cutting remarks. He can hold his own against most professional soldiers and is lucky enough to own his own set of armour and sword.

History:
House Sedgewick is an old and established house that has been loyal to the crown for most of Auron’s history. The sons and daughters of House Sedgewick have done many great deeds, from leading armies to building trade routes, though the last few years have taken some of have taken a heavy toll on the coffers of the house. The current head of the house, Damien Sedgewick, has turned his attention back to this illustrious history and has done his best to hammer the lessons of the past into his children. His four sons have been trained for battle and command from the tender age of seven, his two daughters have been educated in the managing of money and prepared to restore the family fortunes.

As the oldest son, Adam Sedgewick had the most care and respect lavished upon him. Through his childhood he was constantly reminded that he was the most important member of the house Sedgewick, the one upon whom the dynasties future rests upon. In turn, he made sure to remind his siblings of this whenever he could. His size and superior training made him the equal and indeed better of his brothers in the sparring ring. When Sable was eleven, Adam gave him a scar on his lip to, as he put it, “remind you of your place whenever you smile”. The second son of the house, Jeremiah Sedgewick, will be trusted with the command of the house’s military forces. In many ways, he is the polar opposite of Adam, a kind and generous soul. The third child, Victoria, proved herself to be a mathematical prodigy and the clear master of house Sedgewick’s finances. Roystone Sedgewick was neither the first born nor as charming as Jeremiah and found it hard to find his niche  in the family and so, at fifteen, he left to join a monastery. Belinda Sedgewick is the only child of the house to show much magical talent, making her especially precious to her parents.


As the sixth child and youngest son of the house, Sable could never hope to lead the house. As a fourth son, Sable could not even hope to marry into a respectable house. As a fourth son, he had only two options; fade into obscurity as an old spinster or join a monastery. Sedgewick decided to choose the third, travelling to Roseview and attending the choosing ceremony.

Personality:
Raised in a noble household, Sable has a deep-seated belief that he is better than the common folk, through long generations of breeding and superior education. Conversely, he also has a terrible need for approval after a childhood starved of attention or affection. As such, he’s prickly and aggressive when first encountered but will readily develop a loyal friendship with anyone prepared to work through the opening difficulties.

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