Charlie Finnegan Lancaster

Lancaster - Some of the people around the rebel village call him this, but most just call him Charlie.
Fuck-Up - No one who wants to keep breathing calls him this to his face, but some of the people around the camp who don't like him that much call him this, in reference to his last mission.

January 14th, 1997

19

Male

Heterosexual, but he hasn't really put a lot of thought into it.

When Charlie's around the camp, he dresses casually. Normally you can find him in a hoodie, some joggers and some black converse, but when he's going out he dresses slightly differently. When he's out on a mission his outfit consists of a black hoodie that's been enchanted with an armor enchantment and some dark grey pants, with a holster for his gun strapped to his side. His hair is normally quiffed up, but when it isn't it falls into his piercing blue eyes. The only tatto he has his on his left forearm. The tattoo is of a lighting bolt that begins at his wrist and forks off and ends just above his elbow.

Charlie is an elementalist, with his greatest control being over fire and water.

Charlie is a young man who's always let his opinions be heard. He's stubborn, and often refuses to admit he was wrong until finally someone smacks some sense into him. He's arrogant, in the sense that he exudes an air of confidence, and that he presents his ideas as if their the only ones that matter. He can't stand failing, and has a tendency to replay moments in his mind, attempting to find out the exact moment where he fucked up, and has a tendency to beat himself up over it. Despite all this, he truly is a good person who's willing to do anything for his friends, family, and the Griffins.

Charlie's life wasn't always one where he was a soldier in a rebellion. Once upon a time he lived with his mother in a mansion by the sea. But that was a long time ago. When he was 11 years old, he was woken up in the middle of the night by his mother shaking him awake. The smell of smoke invaded his nostrils, as his mother hurriedly packed their things, muttering about how her protection runes would keep the fire out of his room, but it wouldn't keep them out. At the time, he didn't know that "them" was the Empress' Army. Once his things were packed, his mother picked him up, stepped into his wardrobe, and they were gone. She'd placed a transportation rune inside the wardrobe, and it had dropped them in the middle of the woods.

Those woods were what would become the home of the Griffins, and his mother had been working with them, which was what led to their home being attacked. His mother was elected as one of the council members, and he was trained to be the very best. And he was. But no amount of training could've prepared him for Winter's Grasp. Winter's Grasp was the mansion of a high ranking in the Sorcerers' World Order, one that he and his team were sent to kidnap. But he had messed up, hadn't cleared the runes thoroughly enough, and he'd gotten his team killed. He was forced to return in disgrace, and hasn't been out in the field since, too afraid of failure.

Taxian Furthlowe

March 1st 1976

39

Male

Heterosexual

Standing at six foot four, Taxian is a wall of muscle. Steel grey eyes with black hair and often sports a five o'clock shadow. Despite the two jagged scars running down his left eye, he can see perfectly fine with both eyes.

Enchanter

Taxian may come off as a grumpy old man to some, or cold to others. Even though he’s only thirty-nine, he’s seen a lot of death in his time, lost people he loved and faced a lot of hardship given his unique skillset. If someone were to take the time to get through to him though, they would find a more sensitive man tucked away behind that icy steel grey stare of his.

Taxian comes from a blood line that uses their enchanting talents when forging weapons. Originally they used their skills to forge bladed weapons then once guns came around it was only natural to explore forms of using their skill with modern weaponry. These weapons were always masterpieces and the bloodline took great pride in them. Taxian was once a freeman forced into service by the empress’s army at a very young age following the brutal slaughtering of his immediate family. Forced to toil over the forges of an army he hated driven by the views of a ruler he hated even more he spent his days plotting revenge. Until that fateful day that he tasted freedom once again.Now lending his services to the rebellion he makes an earnest living forging gear for the rebellion forces.

Lucille Harriett Laurent

Wicked Old Sorcerer - Used by many of the resistance members.
She of No Honor - Used by many of the enslaved humans.

March 2nd, 1965

51

Female

Heterosexual

Lucille is a tall woman with flowing blonde hair and intimidating green eyes. She generally dresses very regally, in flowing gowns that have been enchanted with protection spells. Her skin is a pale ivory color and she doesn't have any distinct markings on her body. Her lips are often turned down into a perpetual disapproving frown, that is famed throughout the SWO.

Lucille is a mentalist, and is said to be a skilled telekinetic, telepath, and seer.

Unknown

Unknown

Lucille is a very intelligent, ambitious woman. She lets nothing stand in her way and his cold hearted and cruel. Since her rise to power, she's kept most people at an arms length and it is believed that she has never truly had a friend, though some people dispute this, arguing that she once did have a soul. She's a genius politician, and extremely charismatic, knowing the perfect things to say to get what she wants.

Lucille's history is not public knowledge. It's known that she lived and grew up in New York and led the Sorcerer's Protection Agency there before running for president, but that's pretty much it. Her family tree has been hidden from all public records, and anyone who knows anything is either missing or dead.

Jessica Ariel Lancaster

The Lion - Her nickname throughout the SWO, although those outside of the Griffins don't dare to speak it.

March 27th, 1965

50

Female

Bisexual

Jessica's blonde hair is almost always up in some sort of elaborate braid in an effort to keep up appearances. She dresses in enchanted clothes, generally in business like attire, so as to ward off any possible threats to her well being. Her mouth is always slightly upturned, as if she knows a joke that you don't but a good look into her eyes tells a saddening story.

Jessica is an enchanter who specializes with defensive runes.

Jessica is an older and female version of Charlie. She hates Lucille with a passion, and she's a fiery rebel of a woman, who'd do anything for the rebellion. She's quick to anger and also quick to drink, something that's gotten her many disapproving glances but she's still a capable leader, and a charismatic one at that.

When asked about her history, Ms. Lancaster replied rather violently, and said that it had been redacted.

Alison Victoria Stoneworth

Stonewall - A reference to her steely demeanor, this is what most of the people call her around camp. She won't admit it, but she secretly adores it.

February 14th, 1965

50

Female

Homosexual

Alison is about 5"5 with shoulder length brown hair that she wears in a bob. Her dark brown eyes are extremely intimidating, and her mouth his turned down into a perpetual frown, although when she smiles, it's as if her whole face is smiling too, lighting up with joy. She normally wears rather formal attire, nice dresses with heels that could double as a murder weapon.

Alison is a stone cold, extremely intense woman. But despite her outer wall of intimidation, she's a truly caring soul, a kind woman who thinks of each recruit as her own child. She can often be found around Camp Griffin talking to the younger children, or laughing with the older recruits. She can also be found reprimanding some of the dumber recruits, making them sorry they even considered doing something stupid. She's one of the more level headed of the council members, often the voice of reason to some of the more radical ideas.

Alison was born into a wealthy family on the east coast, and raised as such. She had a private school education and was always bought the finest clothes. When she grew up she decided that she wanted to be a teacher, and went on to teach high school. For years, she and her wife were advocates for sorcerer's rights, and even voted for Lucille. And then the enslavement came. Alison's wife was killed while they were escaping one of the camps, on their way to the Griffins. Alison soldiered on though, and upon reaching the Griffins, became a council member after becoming a rather popular member of the resistance.

Nathan Johnathan McClain

Nate: Everyone in camp calls him that.
Nathan: No one but his mother called him that but she is dead. So no one calls him Nathan.
NJ: Call him that and you will be singing "I'm a Little Teapot" to yourself for a whole day.

June 21,1995

20

Male

Homosexual

Nate usually wears causal clothes when he is in camp. He never seems to be far from a hat of some kind. He seems to always be wearing some hat. His normal clothes are usually a mishmash of different things. He clearly does not care about what he is wearing. However, his mission clothes include an enchanted chest piece. He only wears it so he doesn't die.

Nate is a Mentalist who is better at Telepathy and Mind Control.

If one was to look up the definition of mercurial, they would find a nice little picture of Nate. He can be impulsive and brash at times. Other times he can he calm and collected. It all seems that he changes at the drop of the hat. It is almost as if it is random. However he usually is calm and a rather likable guy. He seems to have a chip on his shoulder as big as a boulder. He always needs to be proving himself.

Nathan McClain was the illegitimate of one noble families in Decorum. His mother was a lowly sorcerer and his father was some high ranking noble. That was what he had been told by his mother when he was young. Nate lived a rather decent life until his seven birthday. His mother mysteriously died leaving Nate an orphan. He then grew up in a Norm orphanage even though he had powers. He used his magic to keep his fellow orphans safe. He would trick the cruel old matron into thinking that they were asleep or trick her into hearing some sort of fake noise in an other room. This upbringing made him see the injustices around him. Nate ran away from the orphanage at the age of sixteen. It was then that he ran into Mercer.

Jeremiah Mercer was a rogue sorcerer who took in the young Nate and helped him hone his skills. Just like Nate, Jeremiah was a Mentalist. He helped teach Nate the arts of the mind and how to help the rebellion in Decorum. Mercer showed Nate how to get information even if they do not want to talk about it. However, Mercer gave him his code of conduct. Nate was never to use his powers on the innocent. Then he would be no better than the WOS or the Wicked Old Sorcerer and her cronies. He showed Nate that there was chance of this revolt winning in the end. Eventually, Jeremiah pointed his protege towards the Griffins. Nate was a good fit and has been with the group for a year now.

Callum M. McCormac

”Cal”-Almost everyone

Oct. 30, 1986

29

Male

Heterosexual

Callum typically wears slightly more-formal-than-needed clothing. Tweed jackets and wool pea coats are a favorite. Can typically be seen wearing slacks and a button-up shirt. While his style is nice, his clothes are almost always disheveled. He’s 5’ 11’ and 161 lbs. He has green eyes and brown hair. He has a beard which is constantly kep at slightly above stubble length.

Healer

From a realistic standpoint, it makes no sense for Callum to be involved in this sort of revolution. He’s mild-mannered, and doesn’t care much for combat. Yet anyone who knows him is aware that above his distaste for war, is an infinitely strong desire to protect. He worries very little about himself, instead occupying himself with the well-being of his friends. Since he considers everyone to be his friend, this is no simple task. He hopes that the war draws to a close as soon as possible, as he hates seeing anyone die. For his belief in humanity, many call him naive.

Callum was born to an Irish-American at the height of the Norm persecution of Sorcerers. He and his mother once stayed up 24 hours straight healing his father after a mob attacked him. He was in the minority of Sorcerers who did not fault the Norms for the violence, his best friend of many years was a Norm. When the enslavement began, he dnd his family hid the friend in their basement. When the authorities found him, Callum’s mother and father tried to stop them from taking him. Callum’s mother and father were killed, and his best friend was grievously wounded. Callum came home from med school that day and tried his hardest to heal his friend, but he failed. Callum developed a crippling fear of failure and ran away, now a wanted man. He wandered for several years, finally finding the Griffins as a place to use his powers for the good of everyone. He’s remained there for a little more than nine years.

Dakota Anne Zahn

Gearhead - Used jokingly and sparingly by those who frequent her workshop or often use her services as a mechanic/handyman. Also a jab at the literal meaning of her last name, being "cog".
Dakota - Her first name is usually what she goes by.

May 7, 1998

17

Female

Pansexual until proven otherwise

Due to her haircut and near-flat chest, Dakota is practically androgynous at first glance; her working clothing only adds to the effect, generally consisting of work clothes such as bulky coveralls, thick work gloves, heavy boots and eye protection. While she's not working, she opts for less heavy clothing such as green cargo pants/kapris, old lace-up boots and an oversized tan jacket, once her father's. One article she never goes without is an old army-green hat with the logo of a Canadian oil company sewn onto the front.
Noticeable traits include a permanent notch in her left eyebrow and a small barcode tattooed behind her right ear. (More on these in History)

The first thing one would notice about Dakota is energy. She's a firecracker in every sense of the word, and combined with her undiagnosed ADHD, she seems to practically vibrate with energy. She can't sit still and avoids sleep as much as she can, claiming it a waste of valuable time. For her, multitasking is a necessity, and organized chaos somewhat of an art.
Her temperament is similar to her overall buzzing demeanour; she doesn't half-ass anything, be it work or emotion. She feels every emotion deeply, be it bursting with joy, seething with anger, or giddy with happiness. One emotion she rarely gives into is despair, preferring to convert her sadness into anger. Often, she replaces unshed tears with angry grumblings and violent outbursts - although, the victims of these outbursts are rarely anything other than foliage. Or enemies. Or stubborn projects. More often than not, however, she channels her more negative emotions into her work, as her father taught her.
Fiercely loyal and straightforward, Dakota takes no shit. Her blood boils when people are treated unequally, and despises nothing more than being controlled or limited. She'll stand her ground against an army if she has to, and having such a hard time backing down has often become trouble for her. She's the type to rebel against the gun to her head, regardless of how much smarter it would be to cooperate.

TL;DR Canada sucks now. :(

Dakota was born in Newfoundland, situated in a town built around an oil refinery. Her father was a mechanic for the refinery, one of many charged with the nigh-impossible task of keeping the old machinery in working order. Her mother died in childbirth. Luckily, after her mother's death, Dakota's father did not become distant, but instead embraced her and adored her, both as a beloved child and a living remnant of his wife. From the time Dakota was first able to wield a wrench, she was working with her father. She was one of many child workers, popular with the mechanics for their ability to fit into small spaces and for running tools and equipment back and forth. This was when Dakota began wearing her hair short, having learned the hard way that long hair and active machinery don't mix.
In their precious spare time, Dakota and her father worked on small inventions; tiny robots, low energy lights, often little commodities to make life in the Mundane ghettos a little more fun for a child. This tradition continued on throughout Dakota's adolescent years, but as she got older, Dakota became increasingly aware of some of her father's other habits.
In order to maintain a better quality of life for his daughter, Dakota's father had been systematically stealing from the refinery and selling the stolen items on the black market; it was never much, just some parts here, some crude oil byproduct there (used in homemade ammunition by small rebellion forces), occasionally even housing smuggled goods for a profit. He never wanted to get Dakota involved, but she had no love for their 'employers' and insisted on helping whether he liked it or not.
Eventually, the company got wise to the small yet steady losses and, although they were stealing what was already trash, had Dakota's father arrested. They would have taken Dakota as well, but her father insisted she had nothing to do with it. The last she saw of her father was him being hauled away in a police van, and to this day, she doesn't know what became of him.
After the loss of her father, Dakota fled the refinery, took her father's savings and bribed an oil rig shuttle boat for passage into Maine. From there, now a wanted escapee, she bribed and snuck her way to the west coast, hoping that the rumours that flew about Griffins and revolution were true. She was fifteen when she ended up in the Redwoods, and since has proven herself a valuable member of the Griffins for her mechanical skills and knack for smuggling, trading, and negotiating.

Christian Jacob Korb

"Butler, Snob, OCD" and the like are more, derogetory names, otherwise he prefers Master Korb or Christian
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April 4th 1994

21

Male

Straight

Standing a solid 5'10, Mr. Korb does his best to look good, he was raised learning how to do so. His dress style is very classy, with outfits planned days in advance and only using dull greys, tans, and blacks to dress up in. Almost every article of clothing he wears has a button somewhere on it, and his clothes are always free from wrinkles.

Christian would love to say his need for everything to be tidy was due to OCD, but sadly it’s a case of trauma related to the unclean. His obedience is comparible to a dog, even when after her escaped his former master, it’s an old habit that will likely never die. He literally lives to serve others, but when he isn’t doing that his mind run wild, creating worlds, songs, stories, characters and everything else intangible. He can often be found cleaning his weapons, his room, his clothes and everything under the sun without being asked, and if asked would resent the asker, but begrudgingly take on the task. Other than that he seems to be fairly nihilistic, but in a good sense. Nothing matters, so just keep on living because it’s better than not. He doesn’t take criticism harshly and and simply treats others the way they treat him.

Almost a butler at birth, Christian began his training to be a servant as soon as he could walk and talk. He was “assigned”, a fancy way to say shipped off, away from his family, never even knowing his parents’ names or if he had siblings. All he knew was that he lived to serve a mentalist named “Master Thaume” along with several other servants, such as chefs and maids. Master Thaume was a rich man, but not in politics, he made his money on the buying and selling of servants he trained in his own home, Christian being lucky enough to be one of the ‘half decent’ members of his training group got the ‘privilege’ to stay and work for him.
The next few years of his life from ages 12 (when he finished training) to age 20 were hell. He was up at 5AM and wouldn’t be in bed until midnight every day of the week. His time was spent making schedules for his master, preparing daily checklists for the other servants, chefs and maids, even doing some of their work himself. He made friends, but he couldn’t get to close without his master finding out. When this happened, accidents would befall the less favorable servant in a pair. It kept the servants distant from one another and severed any communications within the mansion between the humans who easily outnumbered the two sorcerers. To make matters worse, Christian was also in charge of punishment, having to beat and whip his coworkers while under the mentalists’ control, because Master Thaume couldn’t get his hands dirty. That put him in an even more distant place than the other servants
All that finally stopped when Christian and two of the maids heard about the Griffons the first time. He was bringing food out to Master Thaume and his wife while the maids cleaned the room when a news story showed the queen killing off four members of a rebel group, and it inspired him. He served the food and hatched a plan after he was well away from the man who could read his mind. Over the next few days his checklists for the other servants were very odd, but not Master Thaume never read the servants daily chores and trusted Christian to handle it. This was a mistake, the chefs began losing knives, the maids misplacing fire pokers and umbrellas, the gardeners leaving tools out of the shed.
Over the next week the entire mansion had a secret communication through their schedules, complaints to Christian were code for preparations being finished, compliments to Master Thaume were more audible to the other servants, usually describing what he was doing that day and how proud they were to work for him. The planning and scheming came to an end when Christian lead Master Thaume to his room, insisting he take a well deserved nap only for the mentalist to find his vision going foggy. A mixture of cleaning fluid and spices dulled his cognition, and a quick hook of the ankles with a fire poker knocked him onto the ground where a maid had just mopped. Thaume was dead within minutes as two of the maids had beat his head over and over with broomsticks. His wife suffered a worse fate, she was outside enjoying a walk by the garden while the gardeners were at work. Technomancers don’t have very much control over shears and axes.
Most of the servants went to the griffons, finding work in the various outposts but Christian was determined to be of more help, he went to the front lines with a wish to end the tyranny of the Sorcerer’s most profitable occupation. The slavery of humans was to come to an end, and he wanted to be there to see it happen.

Angel Vollen

Artist- Her customers

July 7, 1989

27

Female

Heterosexual

Angel is the type of person who enjoys wearing comfortable clothes no matter what she is doing. She can normally be seen wearing tank-tops and or just plain t-shirts with jeans or shorts depending on what she feels like. SHe also enjoys wearing flannels from time to time just to mix it up sometimes but mainly enjoys short sleeves to show off her tattoos. Most of her tattoos are a camouflage for the runes blended into the artwork that offer her some extent of protection from any harm her way. Her important runes are a rune of protection against harm on each of her hands blended into the design of a swallow that are mirror images of each other as well as a rune of focus that is located right behind her right ear.

Enchanter

Angel is the person who always seems to have a smile on her face no matter the situation. She likes being cheery and meeting new people but if those people turn out to be mean than she could be a whole different person and would rather shut you out of her life. If someone is having a bad day, Angel would be your person you would want to see because she is good at brightening your day up. There is a part of her thought that does have trust issues with others and she can't fully trust people because of her earlier life.

Angel was born into an average sorcerers family in Los Angeles, California. From an early age, her parents told her to keep her magic under wraps as they recognized the looks from the normal people and how much trouble magic could bring for them. Eventually, the first sorcerer president game into power and her family thought this would be a new start for sorcerers entirely where they wouldn't have to keep their magic from the prying eyes of the norms.

Though sorcerers were given their freedom from the norms it wasn't the way that the Vollen family thought it would happen and it went against what they believed in. They thought that their magic should be used for the benefit of all and they shouldn't need to enslave the normals to get that done. They disagreed more with the government when Angel's older brother and father were both drafted into the SWO military to serve the Empress. Once Angel turned eighteen she decided that it was time for her to disappear from Los Angeles as she knew that many enchanters were being pressed into service by the SWO for weapon manufacturing and knew that she did not want that fate.

She soon ended up in San Francisco at a tattoo parlor learning how to be a tattoo artist with only a select few people from her old life knowing where she was. She spent several years here honing her skills and even discovered that she had a talent for blending her rune creation into her drawings allowing her tattoos to carry the effects of the magic. It was here when she was twenty-four that she was approached by Griffins for her talent and asked to join them to put an end to the Empress' rule. She took up the offer to move to their base of operations and open up her own shop to do her part to stop the Empress and hopefully one day see her family again.

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Lux Nahf

Scales-People she likes.

December 12, 1999

17

Female

Bisexual

When in the village Lux wears a T-shirt, pants, with a dark blue jacket and red sneakers. She keeps her pistol in a holster on he left hip and her ammo in a jacket pocket. Unless she is on a mission her hair is normally down. She has a scar on her lower back from when she was stabbed.

Druid

Lux can be a friendly, easy going person when around people she trusts. When around people she doesn't know she is reserved and quiet. Zigs covers for her lack of assertiveness in many situations. Whether it is keeping a patient in bed or letting someone know when to back off, Zigs knows when to step in when Lux can't find the words to do so. Because of this Lux has a deep dependency on Zigs.

Lux's life was one of caution and rules. Her mother took care of her while her dad fought against the sorcerers. Life then changed for Lux after the sorcerers won the war. She was taken from her family and given to a different one to nurture her magic powers. As she grew up she saw how the humans were being treated and felt disgusted. Lux started to help the humans working for her family, came to learn of the resistance and was able to run away from home and join them with a few of the slaves. After helping them out Lux left to join the Griffins but was attack by Norms when they found out she had magic. Luckily a member of the Griffins was nearby to help but not before she was stabbed. A little over a year latter she still fears humans, tho it's not as bad as it once was, as she helps out the Griffins in anyway she can.