Full Name: Dalious Durendail
Nicknames/Titles: Dal
Occupation: Thief/Pirate
Birthday: December 13th
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 155 lbs.
Race: Human
Sex/Gender: Male.
Age: 31
Sexuality: straight.
Place of Birth: A small coastal village on the Guratan and H'kelan borders.

Biography: Dalious was born to a whore and a sellsword. His mother died at birth, and his father years later in battle. He was taken in by an orphanage at a young age, though he soon ran away on his own to make his own life for himself. He, as a teenager, became a successful thief, and soon managed to join a band of bandits known as the red flag gang. Here, he learned simple tactics of sword fighting and mercenary work, but it only lasted until he was a young man. The gang was eventually captured and/or killed by members of Chief Kisarin's tribe. Dalious, being the youngest, was spared and sold into slavery. He would eventually be bought by a fisherman named Bernen, who put the child on a better path in life. This was to be his end, except for the war that changed everything. Bernen fell within the first raid of attacks on their village, and Dalious fled to the oceans. He became a man of the seas, wandering and pirating until present times.

Personality: Witty, charming, confident, brash, bold, sarcastic, cunning, egotistical, narcissistic, prideful, arrogant, selfish, etc.

Likes: The sea. Women. Whiskey. Sea food. Dragongrass. Adventure. Women. Weapons. Strategy. Wind. Challenges. Ale. Women. Card games/pirate dice. Gambling. Vodka. Rum. Money/loot. and women. and TREASURE!

Dislikes:Government. Laws/rules. Chains. People. War. Magic. Skunks. Hell, magic skunks!

Skills/Strengths: Sailor. He has been traveling the oceans for most of his adult life. He can swim like a seal and moves well in water. Thievery. Is silent in the shadows and moves around like a cat. Swordsman. Prefers two swords in combat, as that is what he has trained with the most. Strategy. Has won all of his battles at sea due to being more cunning than his opponents. He can read the wind changes well, and knows how to not get surrounded.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Has a weakness for booze, money, and women. So much so that the desire for one of those things could easily be a trap for him that ends his life (and he knows this). Is not good with ranged weaponry, save for a spear that he uses for fish. Prefers one on one combat where he thrives, but is little to nothing against magic. He considers magic unfair.

Weapons/Equipment: Duel swords at his hips. Both medium in size. One for defense, though he is both orthodox and southpaw, so he can switch them if needed. A blunderbuss, which he made himself (and that doesn't really work all that well). He stuffs the weapon with anything really, and it is only good for close range.

Appearance: (Edward Kenway from Assassins Creed Blck Flag) Dalious is handsome and athletically fit. Years of swimming have sculpted the man's body into a chizzled masterpiece (as he would call it). He has tattoos all over his back and arms of rare maps and other sea related things, such as compasses, creatures, ship layouts, etc.

He has a hard, firm jawline and fair skin, though it is often covered by his facial hair. His eyes are as blue as the ocean, and his hair comes down to his shoulders. He has brownish/blonde locks, but at the right setting of the sun, his hair may look golden.

Inspirations: Jack Sparrow and Edward Kenway I suppose, but moreso because I'm a drunk and wish I was a pirate lol.
Main or Side: Side, I think. Not sure about this one.
Username: Sol Grim

Full Name: Ian Blackwood
Nicknames/Titles: The False Youth, The Greatest Bard in all of the lands(Self-given),
Occupation: Bard, Jack of all trades, Purveyor of beautiful women
Birthday: September 15th
Height: 5'11
Weight: 162lbs
Race: Divineborn Human
Sex/Gender: Male
Age: He looks like he's around 21 years of old, but he's easily 5 times that, having happened upon a cursed artifact in his youth that have frozen him in his years, along with another unfortunate side effect
Sexuality: Straight, though he may act other ways to get out of an unfortunate situation
Place of Birth: Jasi
Biography: Born to a poor man living in the slums of the great cities of Jasi, a technological and arcane wonder even a century in the past, Ian wanted for very little in life, despite his upbringing. A free spirit with a charming nature about him, he had always had an interest in the fairer sex, ever the gentlemen when faced with women of all sorts, and in the times of his adolescents, he was quick to work his ways ointo the bedchambers of many a lovesick girl, and chased by many an angry father. However, he never simply left them after he had got what he wanted, stopping by from time to time to talk, to have more fun, and even give gifts when he had the money to, even at the cost of his own comfort at times. This earned him the nick name of "The Heart-breaker with a Heart of Gold" amongst the poor, and before long, news of his skills of seduction reached the ears of a certain noblewoman. Seeing an opportunity, she had the boy brought to her and offered him a job: Charm his way into the home of a local mage, gain her trust, then steal a certain artifact and return it to her. Ian was hesitant at first, explaining to the woman that he didn't wish to court a woman he didn't love, for in his own way, he did love everyone of his partners. The noblewoman insisted rather forcefully, hinting to what would happen to his lovers if he didn't do as she asked. With know choice in the matter, he agreed, suited up to look more like a nobleman than a street urchin, then sent to the home of the woman he was to trick.

Her name was Alexia, and to say that she was a shut-in recluse was an understatment, as she looked as if she hadn't left her laboratory in years, and seemed rather unhappy at the thought of recieving an apprentice(as was the the cover given to him) but it was something she had been ordered to do by the university, lest she lose her funding, so it was to be done. She was of a mature age, a solid 28 to Ian's own 17, so it was obvious that the seduction was off to a rough start. He was a child to her, a fact she often brought up as she set to teaching him the tricks of her trade, and at first, ti seemed like it would be this way forever. However, one day, Ian managed to happen upon his target in a tender moment of vulnerability. She had just lost one of her few close friends, and was drowning her sorrows in alcohol, contemplating her own mortality with a depressive state of mind. In this instant, Ian comforted her, not out of an attempt to charm her, but because his nature couldn't allow him to leave a person,. let alone a woman, in such a state of depression. he held her close, whispered consoling words, and when she finally accepted his calming presence, the two fell asleep in each others arms that night. The next morning was the beginning of their budgeoning relationship, as the woman began to open up more and more to him, and Ian himself began to see something deeper in her. He felt a connection with Alexia deeper than he had with any other girl he had met, something that made him feel an intense desire to keep her, protect her from all that would hurt her, no matter the cost. This passion burned through him, urging him to take his studies seriously, learning the basics of many forms of magic under her astute teachings, as well as beginning his musical career as well once it was discovered that he had quite the talent for melodies one day. And so it continued for four years, the two drawing closer and closer, coming to know and accept everything about the other, and coming to truly care for each other. In fact, it was after their first intimate night that Ian broke his silence, unable to lie to Alexia any more, only to find himself embraced against her, forgiven before he had even had the chance to confess. It was the happiest day of his life, to have this burden lifted, but sadly, the following day would be filled with nothing but despair.

The noblewoman, having grown tired of waiting, had arrived the day after with a contingent of her own personal guard, holding four of Ian's other paramours in tow, the threat unspoken yet clear. Without a word of resistance, the two let the group in, and within moments, were subdued as the noblewoman had her court mage draw a magic circle upon the floor of the lab, with off-shooting circles connected to it to hold all of the captured women, including Alexia. Then, the noblewoman had her guards search the lab for the amulet, which was soon found after breaking down a few doors and having Alexia unlock some magical seals. The amulet was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, the golden tint of the metal offset by the delicately dyed feathers the surrounded it like some form of jeweled flower, but upon it was a feeling of dread the permeated everyone who viewed it. As he watched helplessly from the side, he saw as one by one, the throats of all of his lovers was slit, their blood splattering on the ground, excepted instead of spreading out in a widening pool, it instead flowed into the runes on the floor, casting a crimson glow about the room. WIth each one, he felt something deep and ark form in the pit of his stomach, his body seeming to be lit a fire as he it soon came down to Alexia. Before the noblewoman could even get into position, however, a shout came from across the room, ringing with power. One moment in the arms of a guard, the next he was right next to the woman, snatching the blade from her hand and having it bite deep into her chest, her choked gasp, followed by a frenzied shriek as the red ichor the flowed with her came out in a mighty stream, flowing around Ian in a tornado of red. Suddenly, the amulet was around hi sneck, and from the lines of the magic circle came rivulets of blood, climbing it's way over his new glowing shoes and into his very flesh and soul. Dark magic coursed it's way through him, causing him to scream out in pain and terror. His world suddenly went red, his throat suddenly becoming parched and his mind filled with nothing but a despaeate hunger for life.

When he came to his senses, he found himself standing over the savaged bodies of the guards, all of them looking as if they'd been drained and mummified, nothing left int heir bodies but died flesh and bone. Before him, looking up in warm acceptance, lay Alexia, his hand plunged deep into her chest.

"It's okay . . . Ian. . . just . . Live on."

Those were her last words before she past, and Ian couldn't help but feel a pain greater and deeper than anything he had felt before rip it's way through him in the form of a monstrous howl. And so it was that Ian began his new life as a vampire, reborn through blood magic to walk the world, needing only the blood and life force of other living beings to sustain him. for the first years, he hated himself, and wished to end his life, stopping just short out of cowardice and fear of the unknown. However, as years went by, he rembered Alexia's world and decided that he would do that, having had enough brooding on what had happened. He would only sully her memory that way. And so,he sought to learn more about what he was, finding out that he could subsist as a normal human just by living off the blood of animals, losing most of the supernatural powers of his kind by simply forgoing the consumption of human blood. And so, with nothing else to do, he left his homeland to travel the world, honing all of his skills and learning more and more about who he is, focusing on the present instead of the future, for it was unknown, or the past, which was full of only pain. And so he comes to the group as he is, shaped by numerous instances and shaped into th eman you see before you, one who lives to charm and womanizer, but has long since given up on love, so badly has the experience of it hurt him.
Personality:Ian is a thrill-seeking, happy go lucky kind of guy, never stopping to think about what he does as long as he has fun doing it. He may also have a bit of a perverted side to him, and definitely is one to chase after girls, whether he believe he has a chance or not. He's a friendly guy, but has a mischievous streak a mile wide, always on the look out to pull one. Adrenaline junky, skirt-chaser, prankster, these facets of his personality tend to make it hard for him to make friends, and while that does depress him, he never lets it get to him too much. If something bothers or hurts him, he leaves it behind and never looks back.

He also has this interestingly frustration view on life, in which the only way for one to be truly miserable is to take it seriously, thus, he chooses to take nothing seriously, not even a little. He either laughs it off, or failing that, simply ignore it and brush the memory off into his subconscious mind. Despite this, there is one thing that will always wipe the smile of his face, and that will be drawing any kind of attention towards the strange medallion he wears around his neck, but it's very rare that he tells someone the story behind it, though it's obvious it's a subject of great pain and regret.
Likes:Chocolate, Making friends, playing pranks, Beautiful women, Sex, Pissing certain kinds of people off, having a good time, Music, entertaining a crowd
Dislikes: People who can't have fun, Violence, muscleheads, Cruelty, Spiders, Being held against his will for any reason, and forks
Skills/Strengths: He is rather flexible and dexterous, a skilled practioner of sleight of hand tricks and a bit of a pick-pocket if the situation calls for it. Also has some skill in various schools of magic, from Aeromancy to necromancy, he's learned a bit of everything in his long years roaming the lands, but only the basics really for most of it, and barely touching on intermediate in matters of illusion and healing, which are the closest things he has in regards to arcane specialties. He also knows his way around many forms of weaponry, but one would not say he's particularly skilled. In fact, most would say he's barely competent with any of the usual martial weapons, such as a sword, a bow, even the humble mace, which is little more than a glorified club.

Where Ian truly shines, however, is in his charisma, the sheer force of will he exudes tending to be a bit to much for most people, as he simply never gets phase by anything, not visibly at least. His poker face is one of the best out there, as one would expect from a man who is said to have once stared down a bear with naught but a smile on his face. The stories leave out that he ran like a little bitch as soon as the bear was even the tiniest bit distracted, but hey, he's not in a rush to amend that part of the story. Ian's true talent is not with instruments of war, but those of love, passion, and creativity. From the lute to the harp to the drums, he has a near godly skill with music, so much so that he seems to strike a chord in those who hear his music, causing strange things to occur within their soul. It's said his music can heal the sick, give sight to the blind, and give a man the strength of ten in battle and the vigor of twenty in the brothel house. If asked, Ian would say they're all exaggerated accounts, but not without some hints of truth to them.

In truth, his musical talents are part of his heritage as the child of Yumio, Divine of Freedom. His energy is that of radiance, and he channels this through his song and instruments in order to enact certain characteristics in people, to make them better than they were before, if only by a modest amount. It took him quite a while to master his skills to this degree, and he certain he's only scratched the surface of it.

Another ability he possess is his familiar, a Spirit that feeds on fear and despair that takes the shape of a dragon when summoned into our world through the tattoos that cover Ian right side, spreading out ward from his chest and over his arm, the thick, flowing black lines stopping just before reaching his wrist. This spirit is not evil of malicious in nature, and doesn't strive to cause fear or despair, but is drawn to people that are plagued by it and seeks to both sustain it's being and ease the worries of others, binding itself to Ian because he seems to have a knack for finding such individuals. It can's speak, and it's presence on a battlefield is limited towards pushing over opponents and looking frightening, he's unable to truly interact with physical objects besides knocking them over, but he looks terrifying, and Ian tends to play that up to end most confrontations in his favor.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Simply put, he's not a fighter, is never going to be a fighter, and is likely to run to the edge of any battlefield in an attempt to avoid the fighting while not appearing as craven as he truly is. He also tends to get easily fooled by members of the opposite sex, easily falling into the most obvious of ploys when a beautiful woman is placed in front of him and giving him the proper attention. Is also rather lazy at times, nearly recoiling at the idea of doing any kind of physical labor as if he was deathly allergic to the very notion of it.
Weapons/Equipment: He travels with a weeks rations at all times, he small dagger placed near the small of his back, as well as a pistol he purchased from a Jasian for intimidation purposes mostly, as he has no munitions for it. He carries a lute at his side, always, along with his travel pack that hangs somewhat loosely from his shoulders most of the time. Upon his feet, however, are the strangest looking shoes one has ever witnessed, seeming to be made of light turned into thread, as the fabric is luminous as if it were the low flames of a small fire, and feel as smooth and soft of a cool summer's breeze upon feeling them. This is his Creation, a versatile artifact that allows him to do several things. First, and most importantly, is that they give him a sort of 'spontaneous movement', enabling him to near-instantly move from one spot to another, anywhere within a radius of about 10 meters at most, though this often is followed by a small bit of fatigue and an inability to use the ability again for 5 seconds before he can do it again. aside from that, he canuse it as much as he wants with no other consequences. The second ability is that it allows him to walk on air simply by thinking about it. However, the moment he stops thinking about it, he'll fall out of the sky, and they also come with a delay between uses, this time being 15 seconds. The final ability they grant is that his paces eat up more ground than normal, making it seem as if he's faster than most people, when in actuality, he's semi-teleporting ahead of them as the space between him and his destination is shortened. He can increase the effect, making it drastically stronger for about a minute, but after that, he'll be struck by intense fatigue and hunger as his body struggles to deal with the sudden loss of energy, and he'll likely faint after a minute of two.
Appearance:
Ian is usually dressed in the patched garb of a motley man, a colorfully garish assortment of different fabrics that assault the eyes with their varied hues and patterns. His hair is long, reaching down to the small of his back even when tied into a ponytail, as he usual does. His one good eye is a rather bright shade of sky blue, full of the promise of freedom and excitement, matching well with the golden sheen of his hair, died near the ends with bits of orange hue, as well as few greens, blues, and reds in order to give it more color and variety. He wishes to get some purple dye one day, but he's yet to be able to afford such an expensive color, a fact that annoys him greatly. His other eye, or rather the socket that used to contain his other eye, is thankfully covered by a suprising plain black eyep[atch. The story behind the loss of the ocular organ is something he has never told anyone, but some believe it has something to do with his almost comically powerful fear of forks, since the mere sight of the cursed utensils cause him to absent-mindedly cover his eye and twinge in phantom pain.
Theme Songs: A fun little extra I always like to include.
Other: For all intents and purposes, as long as he doesn't consume human blood, he is not a vampire by any means besides his eternal youth and inability to get sick, and is similarly unaffected by the normal weaknesses of this race of undead. However, of he is ever driven to a situation where he must drink blood, either by hunger or need for it's power, then he'll gain a variety of abilities and weakness to match, which will
Inspirations:Ian's been a character I've had for a while, and I figured now was a good time to repraise him. He won't be as perverted in this incarnation as others, but expect him to hit on every female in the group. And yes, that includes Vesta and should be massively entertaining to right when it happens.
Username:Raijinslayer

Full Name:
Drosil/Shadar Maeneld
Nicknames/Titles:
Dros for Drosil and Shade for Shadar
Occupation:
Drosil is a Freelance Researcher of the Arcane
Birthday:
October 31st
Height:
Drosil is around 5'11, Shadar is 7'2
Weight:
Drosil is about 158 lbs, Shadar is closer to 250 lbs
Race:
Human
Sex/Gender:
Male
Age:
25
Sexuality:
Drosil is Heterosexual and Shadar is uncertain
Place of Birth:
Jasi
Biography:
Drosil and Shadar have no clue who their mortal parent is, as they were raised in an orphanage run by two kind and caring couple, both of them being followers of The Masked Divine. When Shadar first took over, with only the memories of Drosil to go off on and nothing else, they were the ones to calmly help him assimilate and work out what was going on. They were as clueless and unaware about Shadar's existence as he was, but that was the only thing they seemed clueless of.

As followers of the Masked Divine, they were very good at discovering and keeping secrets, as well as keeping balance among the orphanage, including helping their charges grow into fine adults by I stilling in them virtues and harsh life lessons for as long as they had them. Drosil and Shadar never let themselves be adopted, seeing the couple as their parents, Shadar especially. It couldn't last forever, as Drosil began to show talent in magic, enough so that he was taken to a prestigious university in the capital of their homeland of Jasi, at the age of 15. For the next decade, Drosil buried himself in his studies while also working with Shadar to secretly keep the city a bit safer from crime, teaching his brother spells so that he can better hide his appearance, or amplify it so that he could avoid battles before they have a chance to erupt.

In this time, he became known as a prodigy for his skill in deciphering and using ancient magics, spells that had been incomprehensible for centuries revealing themselves to him within minutes. His findings were alwats spectacular, so much so that he was given the rate occupation of a Freelance researcher, a Mage whose given access to all ruins and digs no matter what company or organization is working on it so that he may work his magic. It was this position that have set him and his brother on to the beginning of their adventure.

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The start of their current and most challenging adventure would be in the plains of the Barcean Wilds, where they met the Prince and princess of the land as they patrol with a retinue of soldiers under the kings command. While the initial meeting was a bit unorthodox, what with Drosil being attacked by robotic land-sharks at the time, he found himself tied up in their Royal affairs, tagging along for reasons of curiosity at first, but as time went on, it became more of a draw to the events that seemed to center on the young prince.

Outwardly, he thought of it as him having some bigger role to play in the universe, but in his subconcious mind, it was more related to the draw of power. His hidden ambitions, grand as they were, seemed like nothing but pipe dreams for so long, but as he saw amazing and experienced great horror and wonder with the group, in the back of his mind, he felt that maybe just maybe, his dreams would come true after all.

As it was, the road traveled by the prince was not an easy one. Several times the young summoner courted the void, barely surviving thanks to the magic he surrounded himself in, and in some cases, the friendships he forged along the way. He's been possessed, stabbed, dissected, and even burned into a pile of ashes on this journey, going through ungodly amounts of pain in service to the prince, but he has refused to let it stop him. He has refused to let anything get in the way of his ambitions.

However, the last battle against the Advisor, which saw him take to his highest and darkest level of magical mastery yet, and it proved all for naught against this woman. Not only that, but after the battle's end, the cost of the grand magic he used began to show. The demonic features that he had worn in battle faded away to show ravaged and disfigured flesh where the shadows had lain upon him, as well as several terrible, self-inflicted wounds spread out across his body along with the ones given to him by the Advisor. The magic infused into his soul helped keep him alive, but he lost his arm and one of his eyes as a result, not to mention that his own magical powers seemed to wane more and more as days pass. He had delved into deep and terrible forces in his preparation to take the witch's head, but it had all been for naught, leaving him to pay for the consequences for his actions.

While he tries to play of his situation, his brother Shadar knows exactly how his brother is feeling, and worries where it might drive him. Having suffered greivous injury himself during the battle, Shadar is no-longer as much the power-house that he used to be. His armored exoskeleton is cracked and weak, and despite the best efforts of healers, several shards of his armor still remained lodged beneath his skin, causing him great pain at a constant rate. The main probem with healing shadar is that his body heals at an incredibly slow rate compared to humans, and it's short of a miracle he's in any kind of fighting shape at all. Unlike his brother, who is bitter and spiteful about the events of the battle, Shadar is just glad to be alive, though certainly humbled by the experience. Due to Drosil's foul mood and Shadar;s need for constant treatment of some kind to help facilitate the healing process, Shadar now spends a majority of his time in the real world, a prospect he's still getting the hang of.

However, even injuries like what he suffered that day didn't stop Shadar from pursuing his passion, and he put it to good use. All around his room are pieces in various states of completion showcasing various scenes of the battle, drawn either from memory or first-hand accounts of those who experienced or beheld the most spectacular moments of the battle. From common soldiers dealing battle against undead hordes to the Grand battle between Cyril and Gartian, no tale of heroism proved too seemingly insignificant to keep Shadar from depicting it in as stunning detail as he could manage.

Personality:
Drosil is a bit of an idealist, always wanting to do the right thing, sometimes even when it's the stupid thing. He knows that sometimes it's not the best thing to be the righteous one, but he'll be dammed if he lets that stop him. he wants to use magic to awaken the world to glorious new possibilities, to raise the people up into a glorious age of magic and technology.

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After the events of the first Arc, Drosil has lost a good deal of his idealism. The death of Kori, who was by far the most pure and good ruler he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting, symbolically symbolized the death of his ideals. In her death at the hands of gartian, he sees that the only way to get things done in this world is to get your hands dirty in the filth and mud, to do things that others would never dream off in order to get results.

Because of this shift in mindset, he's become a bit more closed off then before, though stil rather talkative. His sense of justice remains as strong as before, but at times it may be overshadowed by his hatred for evil and corruption.

Shadar is the more grounded of the two, always telling Drosil that he needs to keep his head down to earth and deal with the here and now, rather then the future, or he might not live to see it become a reality. He's also rather cold to most people, not because he dislikes them, but because he's actually very shy. He's never really done much in the ways of talking, even to his own brother, as their only source of communication to each other is through notes. He also feels jealous of Drosil, as he gets to be out most of the time, leaving Shadar alone with his thoughts in the empty void he goes to when he's not in control. He feels that the gods are cruel and laugh at him, for that's the only reason he can find in his freakish, almost hellish appearance.

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After the events of the first arc, Shadar was faced with a small crisis of his own. For the first time in his life, the natural strength and resilience had failed him. He'd been beatened down so thoroughly that he'd called out to the gods for assistance. Instead of taking this defeat to heart, however, Shadar has taken the pain and despair of the experience to remind him that despite his monstrous abilities, he is still mortal and far from strong enough to just rest on his laurels. While nothing has changed as far as his outward behavior, he's started to train more, as much as his body allows him to at the moment anyway.

Likes:
Drosil is fond of learning all kinds of new things, and is an avid reader and writer, his pencil never far from his hand

Shadar is much more artistic, generally finding peace in sculpting, painting, or drawing. He usually does landscapes, as he often doesn't get the chance to talk to and ask people for their portraits. Though he can take form his brother's memories to inspire him if there is ever the chance.

Dislikes:
Drosill has a thing for messes, hating to see things be disorganized or excessively dirty. He also despises standing still and doing nothing, as he always has to keep himself preoccupied with some sort of activity.

Shadar dislikes loud noises and loud people, prefering peace and quiet that allows him to focus more on his art. He also shares a great dislike for religious people, if only because of his own problems with the gods.

Skills/Strengths:
Drosil is a mage of great power, being able to learn all kinds of Arcane mysteries thanks to the gift of his father(?) that gave him the abilities to uncover any and all mysteries of the Arcane, all magical knowledge he rest his eyes upon become revealed to him in their infinite complexities. Of the magics he knows, he specializes in summoning creatures to his aid, be they of natural or mystical origin. He also has some offensive and defensive elemental spells.

Shadar is a very strong warrior, his scales being just as good, if not somewhat better, than steel armor, and lacking the hinderance in movement. His strength is greater than that of any mortal man, enabling him to lift men with ease, and move giant boulders if he really puts the effort in. He's also a good fighter, able to do combat with the best of them due to his brother shouldering the burden of training himself in martial skills. This was done during the last five yeas of their life, as Drosil realized that his brother was lacking proper instruction, even though he wanted it dearly. So not only does he have a good deal of Arcane knowledge, but he's a good fighter in the physical sense as well, though this is more in the technical and skill sense rather than physical power. Shadar has taken knowledge his brother has learned and trained himself with it to better his own natural physical abilities.

Along with his physical abilities, Shadar has some more s supernatural ones as well. First, he knows magic as well, though it focuses on casting illusions on himself to alter how people perceive him, mostly to make him seem more menacing or less noticeable. Lastly, he has a form of empathy that let's him tell if people are feeling prone to violence or are becoming unhinged or unbalanced. It makes for a great early warning for when dealing with someone whose about to launch an attack out of nowhere

As Divineborn, both Shadar and Drosil possess the power of creation, though they differ in how they use it. Shadar is able to more easily form weapons, while Drosil's ability focuses more on Magical Items such as staves, wands, and rune stones that can be used to help cast and strengthen spells cast with them.

Flaws/Weaknesses:
Drosil, while a skilled mage and capable fighter when the time arrives, is often to brash or bold and is likely to get in the way with his antics if he gets caught in the middle of a battle. Also, he's a bit clumsy, tripping over his own two feet at times and has nearly lost his head due too such ineptitude.

Shadar, while able to move better than most heavily armored combatants, is still not that agile, and has a few weak points in his scale armor, like the joints in his armpits and one in the back of his knee. While small, these can lad to him getting seriously injured is he's hit there, which is why e tends to be cautious fighter, sometimes overly so, not always willing to take the necessary risks in combat.

Weapons/Equipment:
Drosil carries several blank books, notepads, food rations, a canteen, a tent and sleeping bag, a magic pistol that furred a single shot and takes some time to reload, a set of traveling clothes inscribed with protection runes that make it as tough as the best of leather armor with no sacrifice to mobility, and a staff he made that can absorb dmspell cast on it, then launch them at a target, only having been enhanced by the staff's properties.

Shadar has a belt to holster his two short swords, a backpack filled with art supplies, his own food rations, and his own set of notepads and writing utensils. He also bears a great sword that he made himself through his abilities that is strong enough to hold against even the mightiest of his blows, and yet never lose it's edge.

Appearance:
Drosil is a tallish man, skinny but reasonably fit. His skin is a light tannish color, though it's still a bit pale since he spends a lot of time inside. His strange black snd white hair(which is slightly luminescent) is almost always in a mess, his eyes a sparkling mixture of golden hazel and a brilliant emerald green. His features are good-looking for the most part, his face can be a bit angular at times. He's got a few scars on him, but not that many.

Shadar is a very tall humanoid figure that is covered in scales from head to toe that resemble a strange foley kind of armor. His eyes glow a menacing red from the depths of his sockets and his mouth is hidden begins two retractable face plates, looking human enough that it really clashes with the rest of him. His hands and feet both end in claws, though the ones on his hands can be retracted, which allows him to use a sword with ease. His scales are a deep black in coloration, with a purple tint coating his claws.

Theme Songs:
A fun little extra I always like to include.

Other:
For anything I may have forgot.

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Full Name: Thuraya Azize.
Nicknames/Titles: Raya.
Occupation: If necessary.
Birthday: July 21st
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 243lbs
Race: Nonhuman - Scorpionfolk
Sex/Gender: Female
Age: Twenty one.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Place of Birth: H'kela.
Biography: From birth, things had not been so great, for the young Thuraya Azize. She was a runt among her siblings, yet was given the benefit of the doubt for a few years, to see if she would grow strong like the others. In this time, her mother made no effort to truly care for her, instead looking after her brothers and sisters to make sure they would grow strong like her. Thuraya was left to forage for her own food with minimal help from one of her stronger siblings, and by the age of five, her mother decided she'd be better off dead. She was to be eaten that day, but having seen it coming, Thuraya decided instead, to run. She ran as far as she could in the one day, finding herself in a cave that she would call home for the night. It was alright at first, but soon found that without her siblings' help, hunting and gathering food was going to be an issue.
Several years passed and she clung to her life, swearing to prove her mother wrong. That she could be strong like the others, that she would fight and survive. She managed to just get by. Without money she couldn't live as a true citizen of any civilization, instead taking to the streets, eating left overs that were thrown out, always making her way farther North. Farther from her once-was home, from her family.
A few years of this life style she found herself entering cooler territory. She'd left H'kela and entered Gurata. It was here, in the cold, that her mind started to have thoughts of giving up. She was dirty, malnourished, and dying. Yet despite that, she pressed onward. Her dress torn, tail's armour cracked, body covered in infected wounds, she laid for rest, and thought perhaps she wouldn't wake up. It was that day, however, that she had been found. Fifteen years old, and at last someone had noticed her; a woman by the name of Seryosa. She said that she was a new chief, and when Thuraya had mentioned she'd been alone for ten years she was taken in, cleaned, given food, and her wounds were taken care of. It took over a year for her to recover fully, yet when she did, she took up training to fight, and with this new care she'd been put under, she grew strong. Her will carried her farther than anyone had anticipated from she who claimed to be a runt, and was soon bravely fighting to protect what she had learned to love as her true family.
Personality: Depending on how well one knows Thuraya, is how she would act, as is with most people. If she doesn't know you, she is fairly quiet. Reserved and secretive making her a little mysterious. She appears as a strong force that doesn't seem to care much about those around her, only wishing to get whatever she's doing, done.
On the other hand, if one were to get closer to her, she would begin to show her true colours. Thuraya is a very up-beat, excitable young woman but can be a bit hard-headed and hot-headed. She has no qualms with getting her hands dirty, and often times thinks only about what treasures she might find in her adventures. Not to say she isn't a caring individual, of course. If one manages to actually become her friend, she will protect them to the ends of the world, but getting to that point is the hard part. Until one reaches close-friend status, she simply brushes people off. If a traveling companion, she will watch their back, but would not truly risk herself for their sake.
Likes: Sunbathing, training, being able to protect others, her own strength, traveling.
Dislikes: Showing her own weakness, cold weather, being alone, the dark.
Skills/Strengths: Thuraya is a very fast individual. Her tail is her advantage, allowing her to throw it's weight around to also be agile like a cat, though it looks nothing like that when she's running(Due to her tail only really being able to curl or uncurl with very slight movements left or right). As a scorpionfolk, she is able to burrow underground and move efficiently enough, though is roughly a third of her speed if she were on top of the ground. She is physically and mentally strong, training endlessly to become someone who may one day protect everyone she holds dear, with a will that is near impenetrable.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Thuraya is often cocky in battle, leading her to make stupid moves and silly mistakes. Her strength is not always enough to see her through to victory, because of this. With a will of steel, she is still easily persuaded if the right methods are used. Her love for those close to her are a good point- if they are in danger, it is very likely that she would change her decisions to help keep them safe. That said, she is also rather hot-headed and quick to anger while in the heat of battle. Also, she tries to look cool sometimes and close doors with her tail's stinger, but it gets stuck... more than embarrassing.
Weapons/Equipment: Thuraya is partial to her giant great sword, Sylvia. It appears to be made for someone roughly twice her height, but she uses it with grace, regardless. She prefers to wear a wrapped top and short skirt under a scalemaille chest piece. A chain belt hangs at her hips holding plates that hang over her thighs, with boots that have platemaille in front, and scale in back, chainmaille joints, and matching gloves. All are battle-worn, yet retain a shine, showing their rusty pink colour.
Appearance: Thuraya is a slightly-above-average-height young woman. She has a sandy skin tone, with primarily white hair, with dirty blonde low-lights throughout. Her eyes are a bright, glimmering emerald green. Her body is athletically toned though holds her slight hour-glass figure. From the base of her spine, runs a long (roughly four feet in length) scorpion tail, which she tends to leave trailing behind her, curled to hover roughly five inches above the ground.
Theme Songs: Rigid Paradise - TAMUSIC
Desert Journey - Gladiator Soundtrack
Other: N/A
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Full Name: Krissandria Guenevere Estelle Julian Elliott
Nicknames/Titles: Lady Elliott, or simply Elliott. She has been known to be called “Krissy” but she doesn't care much for nicknames.
Occupation: Queen's Guard.
Birthday: April 13th
Height: 5'11”
Weight: 130lbs
Race: Elf.
Sex/Gender: Female.
Age: One hundred thirty seven. To a human she may appear roughly twenty five.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Place of Birth: Barcea.
Biography: From a young age, Krissandria was praised. As far as her parents were concerned, she may as well have been an only child – Though she does have a younger sister. She was, to those around her, completely superior to her younger sister, however, and was focused on because of this. Brought to greatness through training with her father for physical combat, schooled in the ways of magick with her mother, both teaching her the knowledge she would need to rise to her full potential.
By the age of twelve, she had started training with others who were not her father in physical combat training, as well as taking on her solo training as well. She grew strong, intelligent, capable, and by eighteen, had decided to fully follow her father's footsteps in the Barcean Military. She would give her body and blade for the kingdom as her father had done for over a century before her. It was then, that her life truly began.
At the age of forty, her younger sister, Alicandriella was born. It was a joyous occasion, and for a few years, everything seemed... right. She took a big part in helping their parents raise little Alice when she had the time, though as she grew older, things seemed off – Krissandria could feel a great power in the girl, but she was unable to do even the most simple spells, she was too frail for any sort of physical training, but her potential in magic seemed very high. This made it all the more odd, that her sister didn't seem capable in doing much of anything. This lead to Krissandria being praised and Alice nearly forgotten- though not entirely. Her sister would care for her, where her parents did not.
Many years passed, and a new king came into power- Olain Serio. During his reign, the war with H'kela started back up. She and her father were both sent out, and she worried for her sister alone with their mother.
She had begun blocking out her emotions during battle. She learned to strike down foes without hesitation. Rising through the ranks relatively quickly, she headed west to take part in the conflict with H'kela, Krissandria pushed her fears aside, and with them a bit of her humanity. She'd fought there, to protect her home and people within it, but most important to her; her younger sister. However she'd lost much in such a short time. Her father died just metres away from her, that's when all her emotion started flooding back. The fight was no longer something she had down to a practiced strategy. It had become less of an intricate science, and brought down to a very simple, low-level math; Axe plus H'kelan, equaled survivability and revenge.
It wasn't until after the battle where her father had died, that she'd realized just how many had fallen around her that day. Both sides of the battlefield were filled with carnage. Bodies strewn, she could almost hear the calls of the dead. They haunted her on her way back to the Barcean capitol, knowing that she would need to deliver the news to her mother and sister. She was not without her own wounds, mind; the right side of her face had been struck, leaving a rather nasty scar.
Upon her return, she was praised only for a moment by her mother. Long enough to realize that she came bearing bad news of the whereabouts of the woman's husband. She handed her her father's sword and took her leave without a word to Alice, who had been out in the yard practicing her music. A look was all, a small smile at seeing she was alright, and Krissandria headed to the castle to receive additional medical attention as well as give any reports needed.
After over a decade of fighting, she was pleased to hear that the new Queen would be bringing about peace. If only it would be so simple, though if it was hope for the people, the elven woman wouldn't speak against it. If it would bring a light back to Barcea, then she would accept, and help any way she could.
Her years of fighting would be put to use less and less as the next few years passed, and eventually she was promoted to Queen's Guard. Taking pride in the position, she travelled home to tell her mother of the news – it was then, that she learned of her mother's illness. Despite all the neglect, Alice had been tending to her, yet within a few months, their mother had died. Promising to work hard, for Alice, Krissandria told her sister to live as she wanted, and she would always be there for her, even if she was ever called back into war, she would return to her.
Personality: Krissandria is a very official woman, who takes her work seriously. She gives herself, body and blade in the name of Barcea, while things are now not quite as they were before she would still gladly give her life to protect the land and it's people. She comes off as very cold, but in truth cares deeply for the well-being of all, yet doesn't like emotion to get in the way of her work. Doing as she's told it's been questioned if she has a mind of her own. While she does think for herself, she isn't one to question orders often, knowing that anything she is sent to do, would be for the good of Barcea.
She is not one to outwardly enjoy jokes or pranks, often times meeting them with straight lips and furrowed brow, gently scolding those who would perform them, though it has been known for her to give a light chuckle afterwards, and maybe even keep the smile for a while...
Likes: Protecting others, fighting for the good of her nation, being in the company of others, her sister's desserts...
Dislikes: Failure, informality, disrespect, those who would oppose Barcea.
Skills/Strengths: Krissandria is adept at magic and physical combat. She is best with pole-arms and healing magic. She is level-headed at nearly all times, able to make critical decisions while under great pressure and stress. She's not easily swayed, and has been known to put up good arguments for her own persuasions.
Flaws/Weaknesses: While usually level-headed, Krissandria is very prone to putting her own life on the line without a second thought when it comes to her sister, and those of the Serio family. Her vision is not the greatest, due to only having one eye, which puts her at a disadvantage, if anyone is to come toward her on her right side, she may not notice if there is a lot of noise preventing her from hearing them, as she has no peripheral vision.
Weapons/Equipment: A narrow battle axe with spiked end for either slashing(choppy chop! :D) or piercing damage. Her armour is light, and often worn underneath of her clothing, to appear as though she isn't armoured at all. Preferring a light chainmaille with thin plates along her arms and legs that fit comfortably beneath her clothes.
Appearance: Krissandria is a serious-looking elf. She has fair skin, an icy, sky-blue eye and lips that only form a smile around those she is close to. Her other eye(right side) is covered by a patch. Other times her expression is straight and professional. She is rather curvy for an elf, yet still is quite lithe. Her platinum-blonde hair reaches to about her waist, but is always kept up off her shoulders in a tight bun at the mid of the back of her head. While serious and battle-worn, there is no doubt about the beauty she holds.
Theme Songs: All Our Days – RWBY Soundtrack
Flight of the Silverbird – Two Steps From Hell
Other: Alicandriella is her everything. While she takes her work very seriously, she would drop everything for her little sister.
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Full Name: Alicandriella Leanne Sierra Marie Elliott
Nicknames/Titles: She also goes by Alice, Ali, Al or Ella.
Occupation: Baker/Cleric in Training.
Birthday: May 13th
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 115lbs
Race: Elf.
Sex/Gender: Female.
Age: Ninty seven, appears roughly eighteen.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Place of Birth: Barcea.
Biography: When Alice was born, she was brought into a warm, loving family environment. She had an older sister who was excited for her birth, and her parents were very supportive and loving... Until she was ten. Alice had a lot of potential, and it was shown from her birth to this point. Within her was an immense amount of magic that those around her could feel just being in her presence, though controlling it was a completely different story.
She was placed in lessons for healing with the high priestess of the clergy her mother was part of. These lessons lasted many years with little to no progress being made. This of course, began to take a rather large emotional toll on the young elf, especially when the priestess told her mother that she could not be trained. It was then, that while her sister and their father were off training their physical combat abilities, Alice stayed home with their mother, who had taken it upon herself to try and train her.
More time passed, and in that time, she could see herself failing with every step, and see the disappointment it was causing her family. Slowly she had been pushed to the back of their minds, her sister on the receiving end of all praise from their parents, while Alice would sit outside, practicing her music, her one saving grace with pleasing her mother. She was talented at playing many string and woodwind instruments, favouring her mandolin and penny-whistle. She had never given up on her healing, however.
As time passed, she began taking up other hobbies, one of her main ones being baking. She started simple, with cookies and cakes, eventually working her way into treasured delicacies that all enjoyed. This hobby went into overdrive along with other cooking abilities, when her father and sister went off to war. She was worried about them, and could use anything to get her mind off of what could happen to either or both of them. She also started taking more walks through the forests, finding herbs and other plants with medicinal properties that she would learn to put into her baking. One way or another, she would heal, and she would achieve her mother's approval. It was there, in the woods, that she started making new friends. The animals of the woods seemed to take a liking to her, and she would talk to them as she took her walks, asking them about the different plants, singing along with their nature song.
The day of her sister's return, Alice was out in the yard practicing her music, playing her mandolin and singing with the birds. She'd gathered a small audience of her animal friends, singing a song of happiness and hope. Birds and bugs singing along, others such as deer and rabbits grazing a short ways away - it was always quite a sight to see, and such a lovely thing to hear, but to her, she was simply just practicing something her mother wanted her to, in the hopes she might please her with something.
It was later in the evening, when Ali returned into the house, that she found her mother with the blade of her father that Krissandria had brought back. Tears still filling the woman's eyes. For the first time in many years, her mother looked upon her with emotions beyond disappointment. She invited the young elf to sit with her, and they sat in silence for a while, Ali being embraced by her. It was an odd feeling, though she returned the loving hold on her. Unfortunately, it didn't last. After their grieving period, her mother became even harder on her, pushing her again to study healing. There was no progress, though she did seem mildly impressed with the baked goods containing the medicinal herbs.
At the age of eighty six, Alice was forced into a care-taker position, her mother fallen ill. She did everything she could for her, including making the best baked goods she'd ever made, perfecting her craft of medicinal baking in the last years of her mother's life. Yet nothing was strong enough to remove the illness. It was toward the end of this time that Krissandria return home to deliver the good news of being promoted to Queen's Guard. While incredibly happy for her sister, she was not herself. For the next few months, Kriss mad more frequent visits home, and once, for a week straight, she stayed with Alicandriella. The second day of the week, their mother passed, and at the end of their week together, Kriss told Alice to live as she wanted. With time, she began to do this, opening a bakery in the capitol with her sister's help financially at first, which soon became a quite well-known shop for both it's medicinal and non-medicinal sweets.
Personality: Alice is a sweet, polite young woman. Despite her hardships through life she always shows others kindness. She is a very free spirit, able to say what is on her mind without difficulty. She's quite an emotional girl, expressing herself exactly how she's feeling, be it happiness, anger, confusion, sorrow. Ali's one to believe in second chances... And third... and fourth... and tenth... Though despite her giving many chances to people to redeem themselves, she doesn't ever forget what has been done. Simply forgives eternally, which of course, has it's downsides. She is trusting, and has very strong belief that there is good in literally everyone, and makes it her goal to find that good in even the darkest of souls.
She is actually the most precious of cinnamon rolls. As sweet as those she bakes at her shop.
Likes: Baking, music, helping others, friends and family, travelling.
Dislikes: Rude or mean people, bitter foods, violence and fighting.
Skills/Strengths: Alicandriella is a cleric in training, as such she knows many things that have healing properties, and can do very, very, very mild healing spells. Her true strength is in baking, though. She has the ability to add medicinal herbs to something as common and tastey as cookies to make getting better taste great and not be a pain - many people often buy these from her shop for children who won't take medicine.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Literally everything else. Ali is clumbsy, trusting of the wrong people, forgiving to those who don't deserve it, and she can't even protect herself properly when things go poorly. Her healing magic is weak to the point of being nearly non-existant. She can also be a bit absent minded at times while on her walks to gather herbs or other little crafty things like pinecones and flowers, which has more than once, landed her injured in holes and ditches.
Weapons/Equipment: Krissandria tried to teach her in the art of archery but it went poorly. She now carries a bow when travelling but can't aim very well. She also has taken a liking to maces, though many of them are too heavy for her to lift - her sister got her one made of mythril, though even then it is quite heavy and takes her quite a bit of energy to swing it just once.
Appearance: Ali is very small. She's taller than most other women she's met, but is beyond lithe and looks rather frail. She has fair skin, sky-blue eyes and long, straight golden-blonde hair that reaches just to her waist often times left down the most up, being a braid or two that act as hair bands. She has a seemingly contagious smile when happy, and even when she's not at her happiest, she still tends to dress in pale greens and pinks, long hoop-skirts that are at the very least, half-way between her knees and ankles, feet covered with brown leather boots with no heel(when she wears shoes, anyway). Over her blouses, she often wears underbust corsets or cinchers, though somtimes does go without, showing that they don't actually alter her form at all. Alice also wears a fair amount of jewelry - silver bangles on both wrists, a couple rings of varying shapes, sizes and colours, as well as many earrings and long chain necklaces with varying charms.
Theme Songs: Have You Ever Seen Me? - Nobuo Uematsu / Risa Ohki
Once You Meet Her - Nobuo Uematsu / Risa Ohki
Other: Ali is cute! I:
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Full Name: Dimitrius Alexander James Turner
Nicknames/Titles: Dimi, Dimitri and by only one will he accept "Tritri" as a name. Titles once included Lord, though he now prefers "Sir" for various reasons.
Occupation: Musician / Resident annoyance.
Birthday: August 18th.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 176lbs
Race: Vampire.
Sex/Gender: Male.
Age: Appears roughly twenty, is actually just over three hundred years old.
Sexuality: Pansexual.
Place of Birth: Barcea.
Biography: Dimitrius grew up in a good home, with a good family. They cared for him as he did them, and all seemed well in the world. Their land was beautiful and was filled with opportunities for him and his younger sister. They were wealthy, and had everything they needed and wanted. While one would think this would raise spoiled, bratty children, it was quite the opposite. Dimitrius was content just to have his studies and music, taking up both violin and piano at a very young age, as well as his vocals, later adding many more instruments to his arsenal.
He was very close to his sister, in fact she often accompanied his musical pieces with her own vocals, harp or both. This became their main way of bonding into their late childhood. When Dimitrius was thirteen, however, their bonding times would come to a quick end. When he came home after a tutoring session he was left to find the bloody mess in the main foyer of their home, in the middle of it, the body of his mother.
He searched then, for his father and sister, but was glad to not find his father at all, when he found his sister curled under a counter in the kitchen, behind the doors of a cupboard. She told him what happened; that their parents had gotten into an argument, and that their father had flown into a rage, hitting her down and that was when his sister had fled the room to hide.
Still young, his mind went rather rash, quickly. Telling his younger sister to visit their neighbours, and good friends of their mother, tell them what happened and that he'd sent her. She nodded in agreement, but he didn't tell her where he would be going. In truth, he had no leads as to which direction to even go at first, so first he would start with that. He'd ask neighbours if they'd seen or heard anything, he'd head farther out based on these findings. Soon enough he was being told that his efforts would be in vain, that he'd never find the man he sought, and die trying.
By the age of fifteen, two years later, Dimitrius sought a closer friend of his father's, who was able to give a few more answers. Learning that apparently his father had gone into a rage during their last meeting, and they'd fought, before the Lord had fled the scene. There was something 'off' about the Lord who'd fled, and he felt that it was a bit of a demonic presence within him. Dimitrius took this information surprisingly well, and instead of worrying, he chose to request his father's friend to train him in the ways of combat. He was not a very strong boy, but in time he could learn skills to aid him, and he'd always been rather quick on his feet.
Training commenced the next day, after a proper meal, some tea and a good night's rest. In his time with the man who he also had come to know as friend, Dimitrius learned the art of swordplay well, favouring the rapier, so he opted to master the thin blade's style, which allowed him to use his speed efficiently, for quick, precise attacks. He'd spent two years training, knowing that if what his new friend said was true upon his arrival he stood no chance at stopping his father without the dedication he'd spent. He took very little time to rest during the two years, opting to train on his own, when his mentor needed rest, spending his final day with his friend in rest to regain any energy he would need.
He'd gathered and followed a few leads while still training, simply to stay on his father's tail best he could, and still it took four more years to find what he'd searched for all this time. Now twenty-one, he stood before his father, grown and determined. He asked questions, many unanswersd - why he'd killed his wife, why he'd left his children, why he'd attacked his friends as well. "I couldn't control myself then, and now I am stronger than you would imagine." the darkness in the man's heart was shown through the crazed look in his eyes as he gazed upon his son with a blood lust.
Determined to keep his promise of return to his younger sister, he would rid the world of the monstrosity that was their father, and before much more conversation, they engaged in combat.
With the knowledge he'd gained over the years, and what he would now see before him, the once beloved father Dimitrius knew was gone, and instead stood the demonic presence. A vampire with an unquenchable thirst. The battle was short-lived, however. He was no match for a demon. His practice with dodges and parries. precise strikes and quick lunges were nothing. Silver-lined blade burned at opponent's skin, and yet as a final strike, a lunge through the heart met with a tightly gripped hand around the young man's throat. Sword plunged further into his father's heart, and quickly felt an immense pain as his father bit harshly into his flesh. Fearful of death. Fearful of his throat being simply torn from it's place, he let loose a scream and pushed at his father, trying to get away yet at the same time, dragging the blade through the other man's body. Eventually, the two of them fell together, to the ground.
Darkness overcame his mind, the last thing he heard, the voice of his friend; "begone from this world... my friend." and the sound of blunt object through flesh. He felt nothing. It was not his own, and yet everything went blank afterward.
He awoke two months later, bandaged in bed, yet when he moved to get up, he felt the restraints on his wrists and ankles. When joined by his combat mentor in the familiar room that had been his own for two years while training, he sought answers; how he had survived, how he'd gotten there, how long he had been out, why he was now restrained - all were easy - he'd been turned, the same as his father, and in the two months he'd been there, he had been very much alive, very active in fact, and very... hungry. For his own safety, Dimitrius had been restrained and kept away from others; now that he was more conscious as himself, he would be able to start learning to control his new being.
Mind simply fell on his sister, he needed to return to her, but if what was said is true, then there was no way that he would be able to keep her safe. He felt not even his mentor would be safe for long, and that night, decided to find new strength, breaking free of his bonds, and fled the home, fled the village, fled from civilization.
After running for what seemed like forever, he came across a place - a place that looked like perhaps it might have something for him. Be it strangers to feast upon, or... anything. He'd been without anything to sate his thirst for some time, and was feeling the darkness creep into his mind again. He'd barely made it to the door, before he was met by a servant of some sort, he assumed, and collapsed. Taken inside, he was given what he needed to gain his strength, and was given the privilege of meeting with who he now, in his mind, owed his life for saving him and the countless innocents that he might have slaughtered as a result of being taken over again.
Karin Renata was her name. A young looking lady, clearly one who did not fear much, especially not him. He asked but one thing of her, and that was for a safe place, where he would not harm others. In return, he would become loyal to her. This was the day his trials of controlling himself began, and his hopes of meeting with his sister again, would be renewed. First, a letter to her, to let her know that he yet lived.
It would be another century before he found that she too, lived. He couldn't decide if her fate had been better than his own, but she seemed well. They've met but twice, since then, to now. but write often.
Personality: Dimitrius is a man of mixed emotions, yet only tends to show one. His thoughts go a million miles a second, and still is usually shown with a smile across his lips. This is can be a good or a bad thing, depending on the situation. He doesn't seem to care how bad a situation is these days, instead choosing to simply smile through it. Point out the silver linings of even the darkest things, missing people or objects, wars and bloodshed, even individual deaths. It makes him seem a little insensitive, yet if one is to look deeper into those eyes, they would see centuries of sorrow.
He spends a lot of time surrounding himself with music, as it's the only thing he truly has left from his childhood. He plays his violin the most, second is piano, then all the others. He also took up playing the harp, to remind himself of his younger sister. His music sets him at ease, and if one is to ever see him while playing (which is rare, as he usually shuts himself in his room while doing so), they would see his much more vulnerable, emotional side. His music truly shows everything he is.
While always masking his more vulnerable side with a somewhat inappropriate smile, that's not to say he isn't someone that you can talk to. He is always willing to lend an ear, or shoulder to cry on if one needs it, even if he doesn't know them very well. Taking these moments to refrain from saying anything, rather than something that might offend them. His advice is always heartfelt if asked for, and despite the lie that is his happiness, Dimitrius is a very honest, trustworthy man.
That said, he is not above playful flirting, and being a general ladies' man. He enjoys women and does nothing to truly hide this, though he does keep a much more gentlemanly approach to the matter than others might in an attempt to win their hearts just enough that he might get something out of it. He is not one to truly seek a fully committed relationship, though he is not against the idea entirely...
Likes: Playful flirting, helping others, all things musical, reading, being alone, his companion Seri-Viva.
Dislikes: Ignorant beings, what he's become, large crowds, being truly alone, those without an appreciation for art, human foods.
Skills/Strengths: Dimitrius is incredibly fast, and despite the common conception of vampires being unable to walk in sunlilght, he is one of many exceptions to this rule(though it does weaken him slightly, he will not die or burn in it. Well... unless out too long, but who's not suffered even the slightest of sunburns before?)
His main skills lay in his mind, rather than body however. He's charismatic and talented in both speech and musical entertainment, also he's been recently trying his hand at writing.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Dimitrius has forced himself to live in a perpetually happy state. While most wouldn't see this as a flaw, it can be shown at all the wrong times, smiles as people are hurt, laughter as they die, which of course, has gotten him into quite a bit of trouble over the last few centuries.
He is also incredibly cocky about a good many things. What comes back to bite him is when he gets cocky in combat, however. He is not physically strong, instead relying on his speed and precise movements.
As typical as it sounds, wood is a weakness. Though while most vampires would need to be stabbed through the heart with a stake, this still is true for him(who wouldn't die if you shoved a stake through the heart though, honestly?), but much worse. Even the tiniest sliver of a splinter can cause him immense pain, writhing on the ground a he tries to remove it.
He also at the smell or sight of mass amounts of blood, he can lose himself slightly if not properly sated before hand.
Weapons/Equipment: Dimitrius has a cane that holds his rapier within it. It has an ornate mithril hilt and blade that has silver within it's edge. This does make it extremely dangerous for him to wield, but is the best protection he's ever found(this is the same blade that he used to kill his father, and has done all he could to preserve it. Despite being a roughly three hundred year old blade, it looks as though it's been forged recently.
Appearance: Dimitrius is a tall, slender man. His face is narrow and slightly long, with sharp features. His nose is straight, centered and pointed at it's tip. Lips are thin, almond shaped eyes that glow a brilliant cerulean. His hair is a dark chestnut brown that hangs pin straight to his waist, pulled back in a low ponytail by a ribbon. He dresses formally at all times preferring a tail coat over vest over a frilled, long-sleeve blouse. Around his neck is often a loose ribbon with jeweled clasp, a bow tie or straight tie. Creased slacks and a pair of black shined dress shoes. He prefers a deep burgundy colour for his suits with a very pale salmon blouse, but has also been seen wearing many other colours as well, though always seem to keep to the darker tones of blues, purples and reds with pale blouse counterparts.
He is always, almost unnervingly clean. Not a single speck of dust or lint can be found on his clothes, and his hair is always neat without a single strand out of place.
Theme Songs: Vivaldi's Four Seasons - Winter
Other: Dimitrius has a crow named Seri-Viva who he taught to talk. She's a bit of a smart ass and always seems to be on anyone's side but his, though it's very clear that while she does this, she cares very much for him, as he does her.
The name "Seri" means splendor or brightness, and she was given this name because she brings a light and richness to Dimitrius' life. Viva is simply a shortened nickname of sorts of his sister's second middle name, Vivian.
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Full Name: Vesta Debove
Nicknames: Joy
Titles: Captain (revoked)
Occupation: Bandit, former Sellsword, former Royal Guard
Birthday: March 9th
Height: 5'6”
Weight: 150 lbs
Race: Human
Sex/Gender: Female
Age: 39
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Birth: Barcea

Biography: Vesta was born to a minor noble family in Barcea. The youngest of six siblings, she knew that she'd have to prove her worth to achieve any sort of acknowledgement. Unable to compete with her siblings when it came to intellectual or social pursuits, Vesta found her niche in fighting. Even from a young age she could best her eldest brother in a fight, and when she came of marrying age she insisted in dueling any of her prospective suitors much to her parent's disdain. However, their disdain soon changed when word of her martial skill got to the King. Almost instantly the story they told became of how they absolutely encouraged their daughter to pick up the sword and bow, and how they would be oh-so-honored to have her serve in his personal guard, and how it would be best if her stipend was sent to their homestead for it to be better protected.

If Vesta was thrilled to be in the service of the King it did not reflect through her attitude. Never the most socially graceful of people, Vesta's serious, all-business attitude won her the reputation of being a killjoy amongst the Royal Guard. By the time she was promoted to Captain of the Royal Guard even the King had taken to calling her by her nickname, Joy. Vesta did not mind; she firmly believed it was her seriousiness that had gotten her to be the most accomplished member out of her family. Unfortunately for Vesta, the first year of serving as Captain was the same year of the doomed campaign West. According to the surviving guardsmen, Vesta failed in her duties to protect the King. She was relinquished of her command without ever having the chance to tell her side. Disgraced, Vesta did not wait around to receive any other forms of punishment. Abandoning her family and her country, Vesta fled from Barcea with nothing but a horse, a sword, and whatever gold she could carry.

Taking up her old nickname, the first few years of Joy's self-exile was in the West. However, even in the tumoltous times after a war she was unable to find herself a foothold. Hearing of the Arena in Gurata, Joy made the harrowing journey to seek victory. What she thought would be her chance of redemption after battling her way uphill for years was instead a sheer drop off a cliff. After a fantastic win streak, an ungodly powerful blow with a war hammer shattered her budding gladiator career as well as her right knee. The rest of the year was spent using what little gold she had left was to purchase a bed in a lice-ridden inn and care for her wound.

Her injury never healed completely, preventing her from being a bodyguard; nobody wants some cripple to protect their life. Her pride prevented her from going home or seeking charity. Uneducated, uncouth, and now permanently crippled, Joy believed that the only option she could turn to was banditry. The last few years of her life have been spent in self-disgust, finding solace only in the bottom of a bottle. At some point she hit the very bottom of her downward spiral whenshe committed an atrocity that made her realize what she had become. She was last seen in H'kela working alone, trying to crawl out the grave she was digging herself into.

Personality: Stern and humorless from childbirth, the years of hardship have tempered Joy into a hardboiled and callous pessimist. Still, Joy does not let her old wounds hold her back from being a person of action. She views herself almost like a wounded animal backed into a corner, hopelessly doomed yet refusing to die. While this can be viewed as strong determination and a will to live she views it as cowardice. Joy is disgusted with herself, and would like nothing more than to undo what she has become. She has yet to see if that is even possible. Despite her fall from grace, Joy still has a sense of morality. She refuses to physically harm innocents and has gotten quite good at using threats and lies in place of actual violence. If forced to fight, she tries to be merciful and honorable, and wounds or kills only in life-or-death situations. The rare times she's in a good mood (and the less rare times when she is inebriated) Joy is prone to giving people unwanted advice that generally boils down to the reason nobody should ever try. She's a blast at parties.

Likes: Books on fighting and military tactics, long baths, horse rides, fresh bread, fair fights, and alcohol.

Dislikes: Herself, bandits, long walks, dancing, most forms of stew, dirty fights, and alcohol.

Skills/Strengths: Above all else, Joy is very convincing liar and has one of the strongest poker faces in the land. She is hard to catch off guard and has shockingly fast hands. As well, she is still a very talented archer, and is quite skilled with a sword despite being forced to use her offhand. Joy can also drink almost anybody under the table.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Joy crippled leg has greatly lowered her mobility, thus she can easily be overwhelmed by a swordsman of lesser skill with a longer reach. She also cannot carry as much weight due to the strain and is limited when it comes to wearing heavy armor. To top it off, she is an alcoholic and must have a drink or begins to suffer from withdrawals after a few hours, making it much harder to aim her bow or coherently spin a lie.

Weapons/Equipment: A longsword which scabbard doubles as a walking stick, a composite bow and a quiver with only about five arrows left, a half-empty flask of alcohol and a completely empty flask of water, a pouch full of soon to mold bread, a lantern, a tinderbox, a whittling knife, and a dangerously light gold purse.

Appearance: The last fifteen years have not done Joy any favors. Once a fair-skinned, raven haired beauty the elements have carved out much of what once made her attractive. Her black hair is now streaked with gray, caked with dirt, and amateurishly cut so that it falls around chin length. Her skin is tanned, dirty, and leathery, making her appear to be older than she actually is. She shares the sharp, noble features of her family, with gray eyes, a slight nose, and high cheekbones. Joy dresses lightly and for utility. Her leather boots are muddied, well worn, and comfortable. Her black trousers are padded for slight protection and she wears a long leather gambeson over a dirtied, sweatstained blouse. Leather gloves protect her hands. Her bow is slung over her back, her quiver hangs from her gambeson's belt, and she uses her sword's reinforced scabbard as a makeshift cane. When she speaks, her voice betrays a highborn upbringing and has an air of command to it, she walks with a noticeable limp, and often smells of sweat, liquor, and wet grass. If there is one blessing the years have done to her, it is that she is almost completely unrecognizable from the person she used to be.

Theme Song: Sufjan Stevens- The Only Thing

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Full Name: Ennis Cade
Titles: Ambassador
Occupation: Councilman, Ambassador
Birthday: June 19th
Height: 6'2”
Weight: 130 lbs
Race: Human
Sex/Gender: Male
Age: 22
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Birth: The Kirun, H'kela

Biography: Many generations ago the Cade family came into control of the Kirun, a small mountain settlement in H'kela near the border of Kyoura and Gurata. The location saw to it that the family and settlement was soon flush with wealth from trade, as well as protected from its jealous neighbors that were envious of the metal ores and magical gems harbored in the Kirun's mines. Over the years, the settlement turned into a bustling trade city, serving as a regular stop for traders and mercenaries traveling by land between H'kela and Kyoura. While lacking in numbers, their wealth allowed them to outfit their soldiers with the finest weapons. War was their largest business, and for many years having a fighting force led by a Cade almost guarenteed a victory. The warriors of the Kirun were known for their prowess, ferocity, and most important of all, loyalty. Once a contract was signed, the soldiers of the Kirun belonged to the contractor. To a Cade, your word was everything. Yet despite this, the Cade family of the Kirun were still tried and true H'kelans, and as the borders began to set and tensions with Barcea rose they strictly limited their services to their fellow countrymen. As well, the Cades were always a religious family, and believed that a united H'kela under one king was the only true way to worship Danmun. They signed one last contract and swore fealty to the right man, and helped put and keep the king on the throne. Still to this day, their family name is known across all of H'kela and even in its neighboring countries.

This legacy creates an unfortunate problem for Ennis Cade, the youngest and only living son of the current head of the Cade family and Lord of the Kirun. A magically peculiar boy afflicted with what his family referred to as “Kirun's Curse”, Ennis was forced to spend most of his youth bedridden watched over by a court mage. Due to this he (perhaps fortunately) missed much of the typical H'kela childhood for a mage. Even when he capable of casting the spells to keep his affliction at bay and free to venture out in the Kirun he was kept from being pulled into the H'kela military by his father. His two elder brothers had been slain in battle with Barcea, and Lord Cade refused to have his last son put in such a position that risked his life. Instead, he was mentored by his father and learned how to shrewdly handle business and govern a trade city like a true Cade. He took to the politicking and the games that came with dealing with the nobility and the lower classes, and since the war between the two countries was now held at an uncertain ceasefire Ennis felt that even without martial power he could still serve his family and country like his brothers had. He came to his father with his wish to serve as an adviser to the King during peace times, with bright and naive plans to find a way to establish trade and prosperity between the two countries.

His father refused vehemently, but Ennis pressed the issue. The two finally came to a compromise that neither of them initially liked. Ennis was free to go and live in the Capitol of H'kela, his father was free to settle a century long dispute between a rival family by tying them by blood through marriage. New wife in tow, Ennis moved to the Capitol where, thanks to his family name, he was given a position to serve on Gartian's small council. The man gave his word, on his family's name, that he would do everything to help H'kela. Still, despite his intentions his first year was an eventful and difficult one. Orissa, his wife, had a daughter, Avery. Ennis discovered that over the years his family had acquired several “blood feuds”, and his refusal to settle these in duels and overall lack of physical strength quickly labeled him as a coward. Worst of all, Gartian despised the man. The King of H'kela was not looking for ideas for opening up trade or peacefully resolving years and years of conflict with hope that Barcea's new prosperity would leak over. The second year he was regulated to remedial adminstrative and steward duties that were below his position and knowledge. The third year threatened to be a repeat of the second. With the sinking feeling that he was letting his family and his country down, Ennis did the only thing he could do: he persisted. It would be a disgrace to his father to do anything else. Even while serving below his position, he would pester the King whenever he was within earshot with his ideas.

The King finally cracked. Ennis knew that Gartian would probably have any other man killed, but he also knew the King wanted a war. If he was to lose the support of the Cade family he might as well march on Barcea with an outfit of drunks wielding sticks. He agreed to allow Ennis to enter into talks with Barcea. He'd even be promoted to an Ambassador, a title that H'kela rarely gave out (due to rarely ever having one). Ennis's elation was short lived. Sure, he could try to convince the Barcean nobles of his peaceful desires, but all final decisions would have to be approved by Gartian. Meaning that Ennis was effectively powerless. Any other man would see this insult as what it was, exile, and backdown, but Ennis had given his word. He would help H'kela anyway he could, even if it didn't want it. Thus, for the last year Ennis has been serving as an almost useless Ambassador as war clouds rise on the horizon. With the rise in bandit attacks and his King's troops roaming near the borders Ennis has found himself to be an unwanted guest deep within unfriendly territory. Troubling still, he cannot shake the feeling that he is under a constant watch.

Personality: Ennis is affable and openly seeks conversation whenever possible. He has learned from shadowing his father how to compromise and persuade people, and while decent at it he often thinks too much with his heart and rarely puts himself in a favorable position. A follower of Danmun and believes in the importance of control, but sees in his mind that control is very much the same as order and that order is best established through being just and righteous. The most important value he holds to him is not a religious one, but a family one: loyalty. Thus while sometimes apologetic about his country's ways, Ennis is still extremely loyal to H'kela. As well, he tries not to show it but he is deeply troubled and frustrated when people do not respect him and feels pressure to live up to his family's legacy. His wealthy and positive upbringing has left him with slightly unrealistic ideals.

Likes: H'kela, family, pleasant conversation, gardens, Barcea, commerce, balance, peaceful resolutions.

Dislikes: Gartian, homesickness, truffles, being called a coward, that constant and lingering feeling of being inadequate, battles.

Skills/Strengths: Ennis is a practiced public speaker. His family name sometimes grants him favorable treatment, especially in H'kela. He has a great amount of wealth he can fall back on if he needs it. Kirun's Curse absorbs any harmful or helpful magic casted upon or near him, preventing him from being effected by the spells and granting him the ability to use them with little effort.

Flaws/Weaknesses: The early years of his affliction have made Ennis a physically weak and sickly man, and when he gets hurt or ill he has to be taken care of the hard way. His family name sometimes grants him unfavorable treatment, especially in H'kela. If Kirun's Curse does not absorb any magic after a few hours then it begins to drain Ennis's own life energy. As well, his peculiar affliction prevents him from “remembering” more than three spells at once, and he is forced to “forget” a spell whenever a new spell is cast upon him. Once a spell is “forgotten” he can never use it again, although he is still immune to the effects. He can only learn spells through Kirun's Curse.

Equipment: Ennis travels with a sack of gold and a comfortable carriage filled with his basic needs. Namely, food, wine, literature, and finery. He has a sword that serves as more of an accessory than a weapon. He also has a driver/bodyguard/servant named Yan, but it's fairly messed up to really consider him equipment.

Appearance: Ennis is a scrawny and pale young man who makes up for his unimposing physique with lavish clothes and accessories. The noble wears a well fitted blue, hip-length tunic with gold embroidery over a black velvet shirt with padded shoulders in a somewhat obvious attempt to make him look more masculine. His trousers are a similar dark velvet, his boots look new and shined, and a saber with a jeweled hilt and scabbard is tucked into his belt. His cloak is golden in color, lined with fine furs, and pinned to his shirt with lapis brooches. A black tricorne hat lined with golden trime and large white feather sits on top of his head. His wavy dirty blonde hair is kept about chin length and his eyes are a dark brown. His nose is hooked and looks a little too large for his face. A neatly trimmed beard covers up what would otherwise be a weak jawline.

Theme Songs: Fleet Foxes– Helplessness Blues

Other: Remembered Spells-A spell that creates a blinding light, a spell that can quickly shift earth into barriers, and a spell that makes one speak gibberish.
Forgotten Spells-A rather nasty firestorm one, a healing light, a zone of healing, a ray of frost, magic missiles, and a spell that forced people to tell the truth.

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Full Name: Alice Isabelle Leon
Nicknames/Titles: Nickname: Leon, Ali, Short Stuff, Snake Charmer
Occupation: Hired Gun
Birthday: July 15th
Height: 5' 00
Weight: 130 pounds
Race: Human (Westerner)
Sex/Gender: Female
Age: 26 years old
Sexuality: Heteroflexable
Place of Birth: Small village in the West
Biography: Through her childhood and up until the time Alice Leon left her home in the West she was taught to look to The Gifted and their Leader, Kuraihi, when times were scary or hard. Each night she would pray to them, hoping and wishing for things in her home land to get better. When the war got to her village it was all she could do to not lose faith. If anything her essentially idolizing of them only grew stronger. When her home and family went up in smoke Alice ran as far as her, then, small legs could take her. She arrived in the next city over- one far larger and more secure than her little village in the woods. She did what she had to do to raise money and leave to the West. She realized very early on that she had a gift for persuasion of others, focusing it so that she could make her life easier. Calling upon the magic into her eyes Alice grew capable to overtaking a weaker person's mind and bending their will to do as she pleased. Upon arriving in the Eastern countries she found herself traveling between the various land, typically as a secrets broker. An investigator of sorts. It became very clear that over time she was to learn to defend herself. Aside from her gift of persuasion Alice realized that she had no real magical talent; with that in her mind she turned weapons. Mostly projectile weapons of the gunnery sort. Over the years Alice has honed her skills to that of a master level- her favorite weapon being her compact sniper rifle. With those weapons she has done less than savory things but one must do what they must to survive.
Personality: With new groups of people Alice comes off as being the quiet observant type of person. Should she find the chance there may be remarks of sass and good natured joking. When she becomes trusting and comfortable with the group she tends to be loud and thrives on making others laugh. She does have a hot button on discussing the God Kings of The West and when people disrespect the Gifted and their Leader. Alice also has an affinity for cute things, both items and people, and tends to dote on them. Even with that said she knows when it is time to be serious and get down to business- not having a second thought of taking another's life.
Likes: Cute things, retelling the stories of THe Gifted, her weapons, being surrounded by friends/trusted companions. She also adores the bush viper she carries with her as a companion- Hissy.
Dislikes: God Kings and their servants, the cold, seeing any of her companions/friends being hurt (severly enough to where her blind rage might take over), deep waters.
Skills/Strengths: She is gifted with a high level of mental persuasion; this allows her to delve into the minds of those with mental guards weaker than her own and either control their actions or delve into their memories. Alice also has skill with long range rifles and sharp shooting with hand guns- her eye affiliated magic enhancing her scoping abilities. Her current weapons are all tech from Jasi- infused with magics. This means it allows her to make several impossible shots with just a bit of magical exertion. She tends to use this when at long range with her rifle (taking out several targets at once) or with her shot gun (taking out dozens of close range targets). Her hand to hand/short range combat is up to snuff but nothing too special.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Her past with the God Kings is always her biggest weakness. It is the key way to get her to lose focus and make mistakes. Her anger and her lack of being able to swim are also quite damaging to her should the time arise.
Weapons/Equipment: One compact sniper rifle that is carried on her back, four hand guns, several small blades (one in each boot, on her belt and one in her chest harness), a short single handed blade at the small of her back below the rifle case and brass knuckles with claws/hooks on the underside of them. Her gun ownership is quite vast and ranges from antique to the newest tech straight out of Jasi. She has also been known to carry an expendable bo staff in the moments she needed to keep it at mid to close range without her guns.
Appearance: Alice stands at five foot tall with an hour glass figure. She has deep green eyes that lighten when she is using her persuasion magics and wavy tawny hair that goes down to the lower curve of her back. Alice is also very top heavy, meaning she has quite the chest on her. She does tend to bind it but they are still quite prominent. The pink flower she wears in her hair was a gift given to her by non other than Kuraihi himself at a chance encounter in her childhood.
Theme Songs: Trouble by Neon Jungle / Ready Aim Fire by Imagine Dragons
Other: She's currently in the dealings of an Eastern land.
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Full Name: Stark
Nicknames/Titles: None
Occupation: Traveler
Birthday: January 1st (She has no idea when her actual birthday is)
Height: 5'03"
Weight: 115
Race: Nonhuman
Sex/Gender: Female
Age: 18 years old
Sexuality: Pansexual
Place of Birth: Jasi
Biography: Stark was born into a rather poor woman in Jasi. Due to their poverty Stark's mother sold her as a babe to a group who specialized in training guardians of the upper class of Jasi. It was soon discovered that Stark had an affinity for water magic; they focused upon that affinity until she was about 13 years old. From there she was sent to be a guardian to Sonya Youn-Bae, a young Lady of the Upper Class who was very heavily involved with the scientific side of life. The pair grew up together, Stark always being a shield to the Lady and accepted that it was her life's goal to keeping her safe. Sadly that mission was failed when Sonya's carriage was attacked by thieves of a rival group. Stark wasn't able to control the carriage when the driver was killed while she was trying to defend their position. The carriage shot off the passage they were on, tumbling several dozen feet. When Stark came around she had somehow been ejected from the carriage and escaped with a minor concussion and various scrapes and bruises. She raced towards the carriage only to see a mangled -very dead- Sonya. The thugs that attacked their carriage became nothing more than dried out husks next to them as Stark used her power to its utmost ability. When Stark came back out of her blacked out attack she didn't know what else to do. So she ran. She ran as fast as she could...that was about 6 months ago. She's currently just blindly following where the wind takes her, learning new things but not all there. She's come to realize she is a creature of purpose and right now she's got nothing.
Personality: Stark has no real identity of her own, because of this she not only has no last name but also is a bit socially awkward. She is capable of making jokes and sassing people but only until she deems them as being someone she can trust. When she is nervous or frightened she tends to speak exceptionally fast. When fighting Stark is the type to observe and strike as well as mimic (meaning if she sees a style or fighting that is working she will copy it to an extent and add her own flavor to it). It is also in her nature to come up with off the wall combinations that get the job done faster.
Likes: Swimming, large bodies of water, pulling pranks, making people smile/happy, learning about the world around her
Dislikes: Forced into isolation for extended periods, creatures of the darkness, being rejected
Skills/Strengths: Due to having a gift of water manipulation not only does Stark have a large range but her control is on the higher end nearing mastery. She does still have much to learn but when it comes to focus she's second to none. She is also an extremely skilled swimmer, also due to her control of water. Stark is astonishingly quick on her feet and even quicker in high stress situations- improvising could be called a specialty of hers. When she does actually speak she tends to have a knack for combining attacks to create something far more effective.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Mentioning her lack of knowledge on not only the world but about religion on basic concepts such a family tend to be hot buttons for her. She doesn't like to be called stupid or naive. Her biggest fear is being burned alive, fire users are far from her favorite people but skilled users are her biggest threat.
Weapons/Equipment: She currently carries a Jasian shot gun as a second means of protection on top of the four water skins strapped to her body. She uses them when no water is available or as a quick resource.
Appearance: She's a bit on the thin side as of recent due to being on her own. Stark has long gray/silver hair that is usually kept in a tight bun atop her head. Her eyes are a reflective silver- in some lighting they are almost like a mirror. Her pupils are slitted, something apparently passed down in her family line from when one of her ancestors mingled with a nonhuman. She also has something of slightly sharper more prominent incisors than the standard human but that too comes from her ancestors mingling with non humans. She also has a scar under her right eyes and a freckle under her left eye. She's got a dusting of freckles over her nose and cheeks that stand out the longer she remains in the sun. When regularly fed and on a schedule Stark is rather lean, not having much womanly curve to her- though it's not something she really cared for in the first place.
Theme Songs: Midnight City (Instrumental) by M83 / Dracarys-Game of Thrones OST (Season 3) / Renegades by X Ambassadors
Other: Stark has no family, no home and no last name. She is currently just a lost soul looking for some kind of direction...in the Northern direction.
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Full Name: Etsuko Tanaka
Nicknames/Titles: Title - The Diviner
Occupation: Traveling diviner
Birthday: October 7
Height: 5’3"
Weight: 110lbs
Race: Human
Sex/Gender: Female
Age: 18
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Birth: Barcea
Biography: Etsuko is the eldest daughter of the Tanaka family. She is succeeded by a younger brother and her parents. Though she and her family live in the same village, she lives separately from them with Calypso.
Personality: Etsuko is easily one of the nicest people someone could ever meet. Always ready with a smile, happiness is something that she strives for. She is also incredibly pure at heart, her innocence often a point of goodhearted teasing from others. Etsuko is known for her motherly tendencies, always looking after everyone else before considering herself. She is also known to be an extreme worrywart.
Likes: Reading, books in general, helping people whenever she can
Dislikes: People with bad intentions, large fires
Skills/Strengths: The ability of foresight via tarot cards, weak magical abilities
Flaws/Weaknesses: No fighting experience whatsoever, constant worrying whenever those closest to her are sent into conflicts
Weapons/Equipment: Tarot cards and a smile that warms the heart
Appearance: Etsuko is a petite young woman with short blonde hair that barely reaches her shoulders. She keeps her hair fixed with a ribbon that is usually of a blue or teal color. Her eyes are teal, however depending on the lighting, they can appear either blue or green. She’s usually seen wearing a blue dress that reaches her knees and a white shawl that covers her shoulders. Red ribbons accent her outfit and she keeps her tarot cards in a pouch that she has attached to a brown belt. Face claim is Alice Margatroid from Touhou and occasionally Belgium from Hetalia.
Theme Songs: Serah's Theme - Final Fantasy XIII
Other: She is a sheep.
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Full Name: Kasumi Hanasaki
Nicknames/Titles: N/A
Occupation: Innkeeper
Birthday: March 28
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 120lbs
Race: Human
Sex/Gender: Female
Age: 21
Sexuality: Bisexual, with a preference for females
Place of Birth: Barcea
Biography: Kasumi is the eldest daughter of the Hanasaki family. She and her sister run an inn in the village they currently reside in; the inn is the largest structure in said village. While Chiyo handles the back of the house, Kasumi handles the front, making sure that everyone is comfortable and that all of their wishes are fulfilled.
Personality: Compared to her sister, Kasumi is bubbly and warm. Her carefree attitude is often mistaken for naivety and thus makes her seem like the more immature sibling, despite being older by a few minutes. When the time arises, however, she can be very serious.
Likes: Company, anything arts-and-crafty, clothing
Dislikes: Too much quiet, arguments, figurative distance
Skills/Strengths: Adept with magic, specifically fire magic
Flaws/Weaknesses: Getting through armor, one on one combat
Weapons/Equipment: Nothing really, except a small pack she keeps with her when she has to travel.
Appearance: Kasumi also has long hair that reaches her tailbone, however hers is a platinum blonde, looking almost white in some lights. Her eyes are purple. She’s typically seen wearing a black cap, an open olive green jacket that’s only fastened at the collar to reveal the black bra she wears underneath. A matching olive mini skirt, blake gloves and black knee length boots completes her look. Face claim is Bishamonten from Noragami.
Theme Songs: Neon feat. Casey Lee Williams // Jeff Williams
Other: She and Chiyo are twins.
Inspirations: Kasumi and Chiyo are meant to be my interpretation of yin and yang, since they both need each other in order to balance each other. There aren’t really any qualities from myself that I imagine I included in Kasumi’s character, except for the fact that she’s the exact opposite of me, and therefore of Chiyo.
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Full Name: Chiyo Hanasaki
Nicknames/Titles: N/A
Occupation: Innkeeper, bartender, underground doctor
Birthday: March 28
Height: 5’4"
Weight: 115lbs
Race: Human
Sex/Gender: Female
Age: 21
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Birth: Barcea
Biography: Chiyo is the youngest daughter of the Hanasaki family. She and her sister run an inn in the village they currently reside in; the inn is the largest structure in said village. While being an innkeeper and bartender, she also serves as the village’s main doctor, choosing to keep her medicinal business a secret just in case.
Personality: Chiyo appears to be rather disinterested in most of what goes on, but it is actually a guise for her observational tendencies. Between her and her sister, she is considered the more mature of the two, having always been a little more serious. Even so, she is very caring and quick-witted.
Likes: Playing the violin, her quiet time, doing occasional research, light pink peonies
Dislikes: Spicy foods, her insomnia, being unable to solve problems
Skills/Strengths: Adept in medical procedures
Flaws/Weaknesses: Can have tunnel vision when she’s too focused on something, easily influenced by her emotions but it’s something she’s working on.
Weapons/Equipment: Medical equipment is usually on her person
Appearance: Chiyo has long back hair that reaches her tailbone and is typically a little disheveled. Her eyes are dark brown and accented by slightly heavy bags. While she’s working as a bartender, she’s seen in a feminine version of a tuxedo, but as a doctor, she wears a green turtleneck and a red pencil skirt with a white lab coat. She has a large tattoo that covers her entire back, however it is rarely ever seen. Face claim is Yagiri Namie from Durarara!!
Theme Songs: A fun little extra I always like to include.
Other: N/A
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Full Name: Chikako Momomiya
Nicknames/Titles: Nickname - Chi ;; Title - The Bone Thief
Occupation: Traveler
Birthday: December 21
Height: 5’1”
Weight: 90lbs
Race: Human
Sex/Gender: Female
Age: 30
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Birth: Barcea
Biography: Chikako is currently the only surviving member of her family. Before she joined the rebellion, she was helping pay for her family’s survival by fighting. She would fight in the streets for other people’s entertainment, until one day, she didn’t want to do it anymore. The people she was working for didn’t necessarily like that and so they decided to send her a message that she’d never forget. They enlisted a hit on her family, killing them while she was busy fighting for them. They only got her parents, however, and when she found them in a pool of their own blood, she was pissed.

She went after the cronies she worked for, challenging them to a fight. She might have killed them, too, had it not been for her older brother being held captive. They presented him to her, with a bloody face and broken glasses, yet he still managed to smile at her. At that point, she was presented an ultimatum: they would kill her brother, but let her continue working for them or if she really wanted her freedom, she had to kill him. Distraught with the decision in front of her, Chi felt like she could kill the cronies and save her brother. Unfortunately, when she went to attack the big boss, one of his henchmen came in and used her brother as a shield. Needless to say, what pierced her brother’s heart were her bones.

After that massive loss, she started to wander around with no direction in mind. She would corner people into alleys, often killing them and stealing whatever goods they had on them. She wandered as far as the west, truly leaving her home behind her. During one of these nights in the west, she ended up fighting Kuraihi Linea, and during the fight, she lost rather badly. Even if she may have lost, something about him left an impression on her. Seeing strength in his fighting abilities—and possibly something to live for again—she followed him, eventually joining the Rebellion.

After the God King War was finished, she decided to travel with the Wanderer, wanting to take a break from her life of fighting.
Personality: Chikako, in a word, is abrasive. Nothing about her nature is inherently welcoming, except perhaps the pigtails she fashions her hair in. She’s very blunt and has a short temper that quickly fades after the initial reaction. If she’s been around someone for a long time, then she may find it in herself to care for them, but she’d never tell them that.
Likes: Swimming, sleeping, fighting, food but especially chocolate
Dislikes: Not being able to fight, most authority figures, ultimatums
Skills/Strengths: Bone manipulation, adapts well to her environment
Flaws/Weaknesses: Short tempered, tunnel-vision when things aren’t going her way
Weapons/Equipment: Nothing really, except a small pack she keeps with her as she travels
Appearance: Chikako is a short, toned woman with long black hair that she keeps in pigtails. Despite her extremely young appearance, she constantly wears a scowl on her face and glares at almost everyone she meets. Her eyes are a pinkish color that gradually become red as she fights. She’s usually seen wearing a baggy jacket and tight shorts; she usually takes the jacket off and wraps it around her waist before a fight, only wearing bandages around her chest (she’s also extremely flat-chested so she doesn’t worry about anyone getting a glimpse of anything). Face claim is Enomoto Takane from Kagerou Project.
Theme Songs: Up Again feat. Rae Morris // Clean Bandit
Theme of the Gifted: SIX-HEROES
Other: She’s 100% a tsundere.
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Full Name: Takuma Nakamura
Nicknames/Titles: Title - Wolfsbane
Occupation: Herbalist, Ally to the Serio Family
Birthday: September 9
Height: 6’0"
Weight: 185lbs
Race: Human
Sex/Gender: Male
Age: 40
Sexuality: Probably asexual
Place of Birth: Barcea
Biography: Takuma is the youngest of the Nakamura clan. Known for his skill with herbal medicine and plants, he’s provided numbers services to the Serio family. He always has herbal medicine ready, along with several poisons. He is also an adept fighter, using scimitars as his main weapon.
Personality: Stoic is the best way to describe Takuma. Rarely ever showing an ounce of emotion, he is difficult to read; it’s more difficult to get him to speak. Despite this, he is loyal to those whom he deems worthy.
Likes: Plants of all sorts, smoking, being alone usually
Dislikes: Crowds, running out of supplies
Skills/Strengths: Adept with herbal remedies and the like
Flaws/Weaknesses: Long-range combat, inability to accurately express how he’s feeling
Weapons/Equipment: Two scimitars, a long one and a short one, kept at his waist
Appearance: Blonde hair that is typically spiked in the front, but is occasionally let down. Thin scar on the right side of his forehead. Green eyes. Typically wearing varied shades of khaki, including a long overcoat. The only source of color would be a long blue and white striped scarf that is draped loosely around his shoulders. Gloved hands at all times and is usually carrying around a wooden pipe from which he smokes from. Face-claim is Netherlands from Hetalia.
Theme Songs: A fun little extra I always like to include.
Other: N/A
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Full Name: Loredana Kadar
Nicknames/Titles: Lora/Beta Kadar
Occupation: Drifter
Birthday: July 19th
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 125 lbs.
Race: Lupine (Nonhuman)
Sex/Gender: Cis female
Age: 20
Sexuality: Pansexual
Place of Birth: H’kela (Later residences include Barcea for a short time and Gurata for many years)

Biography: The lupine element in Lora can be traced back to a tribe of the same in Gurata, where her ancestors resided. Her father’s family split in different directions two generations before her, her grandfather heading into H’kela for a change of pace. The change of scenery was only permanent for one son, as the older headed back to Gurata once he came of age. The second son stayed, even once his parents were gone, and forged a life for himself in the hot land. In time he fell in love and settled down, but the picket fence only lasted so long. H’Kela and Barcea’s conflicts eventually grew so that they couldn’t be ignored any longer, and the conflict became more than just words and displays of force. The war began, and Lora’s mother and father found themselves at odds with their homeland—different Divines deemed as the one to be worshipped splitting them apart. The two had a child and determined that H’Kela was no longer a safe place to raise her. They fled to Barcea, where they were housed graciously under the terms that they continue to worship Ambrosia and support the war effort. Before long, that meant heading West to help Olain.

Lora was no more than a child when her parents took her to Barcea, and all she remembers are flashes. Blue and white, the King’s children, and the walls. Her stone house and the road home—her parent’s faces. She was barely more than a child when her parents sent her from Barcea to her uncle in Gurata and safely from the fight that had consumed their lives. In between the cold mountains her uncle kept the rest of the world far from her, immersing her in their tribe of those just like them and filling her life with Kisarin’s culture until there was no room for anything but flashes of the past. By the time Olain was dead and Kori put the conflict on standby, her parents were nothing more than memory to her and the rest of the world. Her uncle passed in the years that followed, and the tribe raised her until she had the will and the way to want answers. She wanted to make sense of the flashes that haunted her and understand how and why she lost her childhood. Lora took off to head south, out of the mountains and into the cities. After two years of digging she found her parents and records of the efforts they made, and the memories began to piece themselves back together. Only recently has she turned her head back to Gurata, almost satisfied with her search.

Personality: Lora was born a wild child, screaming and laughing at every opportunity. Her father encouraged her playfulness while her mother scorned it and wished she could face matters with more seriousness. She got her wish with their move, the hushed run from H’kela telling even her as a child that they were in danger. In Barcea she was allowed to play only with the other children, and was taught to control herself in the presence of adults. The two directions given and the acceptable personalities in each place led her to shift between high spirits and a sort of quiet seriousness based on her company and what she senses the mood to be. Lora responds well to gentle authority and poorly to aggressive direction, and can be quick to resent people when there is no sensible explanation to their behavior.

Likes: Sweet tastes, animals of all kinds, tender meats, warm food, soft blankets, pine trees, snow, campfire stories, helping people
Dislikes: Bitter tastes, spices, deserts, pain, aggressive people, unclear direction and/or descriptions, disappointing people
Skills/Strengths: Hunting, tracking, camouflage, killing without weapons, taking on partial responsibility while under another’s direction, knife-wielding, empathizing, endurance/stamina, horseback riding
Flaws/Weaknesses: Having too much responsibility without direction, working under pressure without confidence, participating without understanding, handling large weapons such as swords, defending herself (nonviolently), combat situations
Weapons/Equipment: Skinning/throwing knives, a hunting spear with dark green rope wrapped around the connection between shaft and head and curving symbols carved into it around the end

Appearance: She stands around an average height, if not an inch or two above. Heavy dark green coats and cloaks obscure an average body with a nice layer of muscle. More muscle is built along her legs and her shoulders, from days of trekking her belongings across the terrain of Gurata. She has a thick head of moderately straight hair, black strands beside silver ones blending together into a deep gray. Peeking out from her hair are dark grey wolf’s ears that betray her otherwise human appearance. Her teeth are somewhere between human and canine, with flat incisors but long canines and sharp molars. Her fingers are long and nails longer, and her feet are long without being wide. A thin line of fur matching her hair runs down her back from the nape of her neck to her waist, where it flourishes into a long, fluffy tail. Her human skin is pale and each feature on her face is full and generous with expression. Her eyes are a bright shade of turquoise, neither green nor blue and a common color to Kadars.


Theme Songs: Dream - Imagine Dragons
Other: She has a horse named Pax that resembles an American paint horse with patches of black and white.
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Username: Adriane

Full Name: Marco Maxwell
Nicknames/Titles: Marco Stormborn, Marco the Cobalt, Marco
Occupation: Apprentice, Court Mage,
Birthday: November 18th.
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 120lbs.
Race: Human
Sex/Gender: Male
Age: 14
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Place of Birth: Barcea

Biography: Born the son of farmers, Marco never knew a rich life. Everything he earned, he earned by his own two hands. Though he was a runt, barely 3 feet tall by his tenth name day with no muscle mass to be accounted for, he still kept up with his daily chores. He was a smart boy, using tools more than his body really, to accomplish what others doubted he could do. He was teased much for his structure, often left out by the other kids while they played games with one another.

But Marco was content with this. It allowed him time to grow his mind, rather than his body. You could barely find him without a book tucked in arm or lost in the depths of another great adventure. During harvest, while visiting the south to sell the abundance of crops they had reaped this year many were worried about the approaching winds, storms seen on the horizon for weeks prior. However, Marco's father was determined to get his business done and concluded before the storm made for land.

It was during the night that the storm hit, a surprise to all but the worldliest of fishermen. The shack they were housed in shook like a shivering coward. It creaked and moaned like the spirits of the dead come to haunt it. The wind was insane, ripping apart the building. It stole his safety and Marco was certain that he would die. His father tried to secure the boy down, tying him to a post in the middle of the room. The seaward walls were sucked off, shattered in the crosswinds and sprayed splinters everywhere. Marco cried, pleaded to whatever Divines were present to spare him. He was heard and spared with nothing more than minimal rope burns.

Lost in the wake of the storm, Marco's world began to collapse. Suddenly, he was alone. He had no guidance, no money, and worst of all, he had lost his father. One of the few people who loved him was gown, swallowed by wind and sea. He had no idea how he would regain contact with his mother, nor did he even know if he would ever see her again. He had given up hope at this point, but it would be by Divines’ grace that his hope would return.

A very studious mage, a rare breed within this part of the world, happened to be at the port town on his own business. The man who would come to be known as Macro's master, Az'Cer Codigo, was young, much younger than his father for sure. In his eyes however was the glare of a man whom has seen more than his fair share of tragedies. He found Macro within his depression, addressing the boy as he would an old friend, and brought him to one of the few standing buildings left. Macro didn't realize at that point that his life had changed, for he was too focused on his past.

To this day, Macro wasn't sure if Az'Cer was there to investigate the storm or if the mage was there for the poor farmer boy. Regardless, Macro took up the duties that mage gave to him quickly. It was fair enough work for saving the boy's life. He held a hidden talent for the magical arts. Perhaps that was why he knew what to do to succeed while others went at an issue with brute force. Eventually, he began to enjoy life with Az'Cer and had all but forgotten about his old life. Though on silent nights, you may be able to catch him whimpering in his sleep about what transpired.

Personality: Small and shy Marco would rather keep his mouth close and his thoughts silent, as Az'Cer instructed him to do. He has always seen his magical art as a tool to be used and mastered. He is more than likely has his nose buried in a book to try and learn something new. He tends to be hardheaded, thinking that he is right until proven wrong. He is still awkward around women, which leads to him blushing and stutter over his speech when he is to speak.

Likes: Books, quiet, peace, magic, learning, tea or any warm beverage.
Dislikes: Water of great depth, morons, conflict of any kind.
Skills/Strengths: Basic Magical skill, Telepathy, Telekinesis, Illusions,
Flaws/Weaknesses: Physically weak, Emotional, Easily Fooled, Must prepare his spells beforehand.
Weapons/Equipment: His magic journal, a select few (4) potions of minor healing, an extra set of travelling clothes, an extra set of underpants.
Appearance: FC 1 FC 2
Theme Songs: Two Steps From Hell - Blackheart (SkyWorld)
Other: Marco is a melting pot of emotional taurma, under the right conditions, he can easily lose control his his magical talent.
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Full Name: Jinn Sagaro
Nicknames/Titles: Ser Jinn Sagaro von Fondlebottom, Lord of the Duck, King of the Cookie. Fourth of his name, Sixteenth of his line. Ginookaze no Jinn

Occupation: Inventor, Baker, Lover
Birthday: October 7th
Height: 6' 7''
Weight: 210lbs.
Race: Elf
Sex/Gender: Male
Age: Two Hundred Twenty-Two
Sexuality: Yes

Place of Birth: The Nation of Barcea

Biography: Jinn Sagaro: Warrior. Protector. General cool dude.
Born into a family of elves, he is the oldest male born from his fathers seed, birthed by elf and raised a human woman. She was a lovely maiden, fair of skin and hair. He was the lucky one, being born beautiful and strong in the eyes of his father and mother. Jinn quickly out lived his parents, through either sickness or other natural causes, though it was sad to see his mother pass. He never really cared for his father. His father was never around, galvanizing through the world until his timely death. The man sired many hungry mouths in the world, but also cleansed the world of many more. Claimed that it was his duty to kill this "Eyeblight" and others like it. Disgusted by his father, Jinn disowned his family and decided to strike out on his own at the tender age of Ninety-nine.

Living on his own proved more difficult than originally thought. While yes, he held the skills needed to survive the wilds on the world on his own, he still had needs. He traveled the world for most of his adult life, for over a century. He traveled far and wide, getting into many misadventures of grand scale full of women, treasure, and possible sexual transmitted infections. Jinn made a name for himself in Jasi by being an effective Bounty Hunter/Mercenary. He even found love a couple of times, if anyone could love someone as toxic as him.

Recently, he returned to his home land in order to fight in the war between Barcea and H'Kela. He fought hard, for fifteen long years, along side his kinsmen. During the conflict however, Jinn did the unthinkable. A young sibling of his was trapped, stuck between a raging H'kelan and a hard place. His father, close to the end of his life cycle, had all but written off the 'Eyeblight.' Jinn on the other hand, had not. He slew the H'klean and then his father as well in the bloodlust. He was labelled hero by the citizen of Barcea and kinslayer by his family. Their words would have stung more, had he not disowned them long ago.

Now, he is his own man. No longer a Sagaro, but no less Jinn than he was before. He is still watchful of his former kin, for they would try and enact their revenge for their father's death.

Personality: Jinn is a fun loving, easy going individual who uses humor and jokes to cover up his true feelings at any given moment. Deeply caring and compassionate about his people and family. He is willing to go to any lengths in order to please someone he cares for, though it may seem a bit extreme overall. Though, on the other side of the coin, he is willing to go to whatever extreme he has to in order harm someone.

He normally prefers to smile and laugh, as well as drink himself into a brief stupor.

Likes: Bitches, Cookies, Watermelon, Steak and cheese sandwiches,
Dislikes: Feeling down, Himself, the Jasi higher ups (long story),

Skills/Strengths: Jinn has affinity for the element of Wind, making him swifter than most others. He is an excelled combatant, though he has been out of practice since opening the fabled Jinn-kun's House of Poon™. He is a quick thinker, a skilled tactician, and has shown knowledge of most mechanical objects. He also has magic in his blood line, specific to his clan, that allows him to move at the speed of the wind.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Rapid Degrading Mental Stability, Lack of general focus or structure, Procrastination, Alcoholic, Disregard to order, Doesn't like much higher authority.

Weapons/Equipment: Two custom build pistols, one carbine rifle with additional scope, one Extending Broadsword, A pack of cinnamon flavored gel candy, a small container of dried meat sticks, a pouch of dried smoking weeds and plants, a flask.

Appearance: Standing amazing and tall at 6'7", Jinn is a devilish handsome fellow. He is pale of skin, white of hair, and eyes as grey as steel. Muscular of build, not as lithe as the others of his race. Usually seen wearing a crimson leather coat, regardless of weather, brown pants, and black boots.

Theme Songs: Alive - Papa Roach The Fiend Never Surrender
Other: Jinn has the alcohol tolerance of a machine. He has spent four days drinking straight before he went beyond the realm of tipsy. He tends to cleanse his system with gallons of water daily, along with meals designed to help remove the toxins. He has a strange love for baked goods, especially cookies.
Inspirations: Myself, Dante Sparda, Deadpool,
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Username: Ginookaze no Jinn