Standing at a fairly tall five foot eight, the young noble has a maintains a thin, but healthy frame with some muscles that show she at least works out somewhat, and manages to maintain a soft beauty about her. Laura sports long, beautiful pale colored hair typical of the Beaumonts, that falls to her waist and usually allowed to hang freely. Her eyes are the color of amber, and she has a pale complexion one might expect of any noble that spends more days relaxing indoors rather than working outside.

One quirk she has, are her canines which are unusually long, though don't seem to be too out of the ordinary...well, unless you by into those rumors surrounding the Beaumonts.

As far as clothing, most of the time she wears thin armor made of thin metal plates. Its not designed to stop blows at all, but rather to allow for quick and swift movement whilst offering a decent amount of protection. Its not going to stand up to plate armor, but it still offers respectable physical defense. The armor itself is a gold color, and conforms nicely to her body. At either of her side rests two short blades.

Name:
Laurencia Beaumont
'Cia' or 'Larua' will do nicely.

Race
Human - well, unless you believe those rumors.

Age
20

Personality Information
Confident, Self Assured, and a bit of a stickler for law and order, though sometimes unsure how to speak to a person or approach a situation would perfectly describe Cia. She can come off as a rather serious person most of the time, though not entirely unfriendly. She speaks with civility, formality, and with tact and grace that one might expect of a noble. Even to those she doesn't entirely like, she still speaks with an air of formality and grace.

However - that's not saying she's friendly. Not at all. For one, she greatly dislikes the more 'brutish' and 'inelegant' races, believe them to be nothing more than barbarians. Of course, that is simply part of her upbringing and while she dislikes them she doesn't actively hate nor discriminate - just expect obvious displeasure at working with them, and possibly a few words about their behaviors. This nature also extends to anyone who goes around 'swinging giant metal sticks like madmen'.

In some ways she is also quiet naive. She has never once set foot outside of Malgrave and the forest surrounding it. As such, she has no knowledge of the world outside, nor any real knowledge of the races outside aside from what she has learned within the walls.

Brief Backstory
Raised within the confines of the Beaumont castle, Malgrave Laura has had a fairly...interesting life growing up. Nobles in their name only, and not officially recognized as nobility my any country or city made for a somewhat interesting life growing up for her. She had to learn quite quickly, that the world was not a friendly place for her and her relatives as she learned of the mission of those of the Malgrave castle.

The hunting of Beasts.

Specifically, werewolves and their ilk, those who would practice dark magic, and the very creature they are supposedly descended from: Vampires. It was definitely a daunting mission to use shadows, subterfuge and the very things those considered 'evil' to bring that 'evil' to justice. Fight Fire with Fire, as they say. However, they see it as a noble task only ones who are tainted by the dark can ever truly accomplish. Most do it with reluctant vigor, taking pride that they are putting to rest those who have become corrupted by evil.

Now that she is considered to be of age herself, she is free to come and go from the castle as she wishes, to hunt things deemed 'evil' or 'dark'. This serves two purposes - strengthen her own skills, master her blood, and bring light to the dark.

Current Events
Currently, traveling the countryside while keeping her identity mostly under wraps. She has heard tell of dark beasts in the area, and seeks to find the source and eliminate it. With a group of people, or alone. She is hesitant to work with others, however, as she is very well aware of the stigma attached with her family name and does not wish to get into trouble.

Skills
Rogue:
Laura could be best described as a rogue of sorts. While not the honorless sort, and she still holds a knights code about fighting she isn't too keen on the whole sword and shield act, preferring to maintain an active fighting style rather that turtling behind a shield - an aspect one might find on anyone of the Beumont line, as they believe shields, large slow moving weapons, engender passivity and are too brutal and violent to be used. They prefer more elegant weapons to dispose of their foes - rapiers, daggers, or any weapon that would require more skill than brute strength.

- Because of her training, she is quick on her feet, swift in her assaults and can usually cut down an enemy before they even realize what had happened.

- Additionally, she has trained to be somewhat of an acrobat. While she's not going to be jumping off walls, she's got very good footwork one might expect of a martial artist, and can take falls from one or two stories fairly well with some small difficulty, and move fairly quickly and silently.

- Is somewhat skilled in breaking and entering, and detecting traps of the non-magical sort. She's not some master lockpicker, but her deft hands means she can handle your average lock or so, if given enough time.

Blood Magic
- An inherent trait granted by her Vampiric Blood. While its long since been greatly diluted to the point of offering only a small inherent skill in it, if properly trained she could probably become quite proficient with it. At the moment, she can only heal small wounds on herself by using blood to stitch them together, and is able to draw spilled blood towards her in a small radius around her.

Vampiric Ancestry:
She has a vampiric ancestry. Most people of the Beaumont line do. While its nothing publicly known, there are tons of rumors surrounding them. While over time this had been greatly diluted, and they are a far cry from an actual 'vampire'. it still means she is much more physically fit than most people without even having to try. Strength, Stamina, Endurance, and also bestows some minor help in seeing in low-light conditions, though pitch darkness and extreme low light conditions will prove as troubling for her as the normal person.

Unfortunately, it does not grant them the natural healing and other abilities - just makes them all round healthier than most. She still suffers from everything a human does, and will die just as easily as them.

Gear
- Her armor. As stated above, its not designed to stop heavy blows, but rather allow for a decent mix of movement and protection against light attacks. It's surprisingly silent, and is suited for stealth.
-Two Blades standard fare for any Beaumont. They are roughly a foot long, elegant and simply designed, but functional and incredibly deadly in the right hands.
-A thick cloak to keep one warm.
-A belt with various pouches to keep items.

Ect
Is a fairly competent cook, surprisingly.
Likes wine, will often drink if capable.

On the Origins of the Beaumont and Malgrave Castle.
To understand the Beaumont, one must realize their family ancestry and history plays a huge part in who they are today. Of course, if you believe the rumors then they are simply a detestable clan of vampires. Of course, if you ask them they will deny such accusations, and say that they merely are distantly related to the foul creatures, but they have more or less accepted that actions in the past have labeled them as such.

As they tell it, once, they were a tribe of humans living in the forests in what is today south Conra. The tribe, was beset upon by a malevolent force - beastly things that infected their own kin and turned them against themselves. They tried fighting back, but it was futile. Just when everything seemed lost, a woman strolled into their home, and said that she could rid them of their beasts that they so hated. Feeling like they had no other options left, they accepted the odd woman's proposal.

True to her word, with the help of this woman they were able to defeat the beasts and drive them out of their forest. Eventually, the chieftain married the woman, and had a three children. All of which, were as equally as beautiful as she. Around twenty years later, however...they were beset by another creature. As it turns out, the woman was a creature of a different sort.

A Vampire.

Upon discovering his mother feasting on the corpse of his father, the first born slew the creature with the help of his siblings in a moment of panic. It was then, the three decided to dedicate their lives to eradicating these foul creatures - they would master their own blood and put a stop from these creatures hurting anyone else.

Over time, the vampiric blood has diluted to the point where they can hardly be called vampires. They still bare some of the traits of their inhuman ancestor, and are quite well aware of the stigma attached to it.

Today the castle is a...odd place, to those that live outside of it. Occasionally, the residents will hire servants, stable hands, and other such positions. Only the most desperate tend to take them, however. There are a few farms located near the castle to feed the people within. Most often, people inside dine on meat and other bounties taken from the forest.

Name
Gun'Tar Molokai

Race
Ice Orc

Age
30

Personality
Gun'tar is a warrior at heart. He will treat warriors with respect and he will treat those that are too afraid to fight for their lives with no mercy.
He is usually friendly with other races despite him being an orc.
He is usually the last one awake when it comes to groups.
Gun'tar's driving goal is gain enough experience ( in life / combat ) to lead his tribe.

Backstory
Gun'tar was born to Galtosh Molokai and Mareea Molokai.
His father has lead the tribe since he was 25. His father was a prodigy between the Ice orcs. He was a born fighter and he killed the last leader without even breaking a sweat , even though that the old leader defeated everyone in the tribe , be it woman or man just to prove his strength. His father was the youngest leader the tribe ever had so when Gun'tar was born Mareea the tribe's shaman had a vision saying that Gun'tar will be stronger and wiser than his father. Hearing this Galtosh trained his son since he was barely able to use an axe.

Gun'tar had a hard life because of this. He always had to live up to expectations. Always *had* to be the best in the tribe.
But when the time came for him to challenge his father ( every year a celebration is held and anyone who wants to challenge the leader can do so then ) his father almost killed him in combat. Ashamed of his son Galtosh banished Gun'tar from the tribe. Mareea , his mother , was destroyed but she knew this will be the journey that will shape Gun'tar into the leader he was meant to be. So when he left , she quickly gave him the pendant of warning , an ancient artifact that was given from shaman to shaman in the tribe.

Skills
His time with his orc tribe meant he is trained in the ways of combat since he was still a child. He prefers using an Axe but he is proficient with a sword too.
He has a good constitution and can hunt ( reading tracks , smelling blood ( orc trait ) )
He is well made , years of constant fighting makes his body all muscled.
He spent 29 years of his life in constant cold. He is cold resistant.

Current Events
Gun'tar just came back from a hunting trip and was selling everything that he didn't need for the trip. After a year outside his tribe he learned a lot of the outside world and he was ready to go back his tribe to lead them. He heard of a human helping the refuges that can fight with a sword and is going in the same direction , he's curiosity got the better of him and he had to see this human who can fight so well that tales are spun around him.

Gear
Wears iron armor covering his body and his "manhood". Legs do not have armor because that would slow him down too much.
Has an Axe and a Sword. The weapons are made out of Idarium ( a metal that is stronger than normal iron / steel and that Ice Orcs use to make all of their weapons )
Has a small pendant given to him by his mother , the tribe's shaman that is enchanted to vibrate when danger is about.
*for anything else that I didn't wrote , go look at the picture :) *

Etc
His axe is named Bun'Gul'Garam , which means " the one who never yields " in orc language.
His sword is named Garam'Dora'Mala , which means " the one who kills those the yield " in orc language.

Name: Wolff von Heschburg

Titles/Aliases: Brother, Knight-Brother, Knight of the Black Cross

Race: Human (Vessian)

Age: 29

Personality Information: Wolff was a noble-born knight who joined the Audrian Order and swore oaths that stripped him of his lands, titles, and belongings. As such, he has the knightly virtues of chivalry, dedication, and respect. However, being a Knight of the Black Cross, he can show signs of severe paranoia, and is quick to distrust anyone new, and is extremely prejudiced against goblin-kind and magic-users. Regardless, Wolff is a man of nobility and has sworn to protect the weak, innocent, and poor - and his personality clearly shows he is willing to help in whatever way he can.

Brief Backstory: Wolff was a low-born noble from the Vessian Empire. His older brother would have inherited his father's lands, titles, and wealth, and so Wolff joined the Audrian Order when he was 16. The Order trained him well and he quickly became a well-respected member of the Brotherhood. He was attached to the Conra garrison and served faithfully.

Current Events: More recently, Wolff was dismayed at the death of the Queen and requested he leave his post to investigate potential leads. His komtur permitted this and so Wolff has found his way to a small town, where he seeks information from a young girl.

Skills: Wolff is a knight, so he is an excellent equestrian, swordsman, and jouster. He is also decent with a crossbow.
---Fanatical Devotion: Wolff is unrelenting in combat, and fights with grim determination against his enemies. His tenacity in combat is unmatched and he is willing to die for his cause and for his allies. He also possesses extreme willpower.

Gear: Wolff is equipped with mail armor that covers most of his body, which is covered by a white surcoat emblazoned with a black cross. He wears steel gauntlets that protect his arms and hands. He also wears leather boots with steel shin guards. He wields a heater shield, a steel sword, a crossbow with bolts, and a lance.

Other: Wolff is a member of the Audrian Order, based in the Vessian Empire (a human realm). Almost a decade ago, many Vessian Knights served in the Swavian Rebellions, but when they returned home their lands had been sacked and their families butchered. The vengeful knights rallied behind Konrad IV, invaded the neighboring province of Eastwick, and committed the atrocious Massacre at Arburg. The Emperor promptly arrested them and the knights were to be executed, but after the Emperor convened with the Varan King it was decided that Konrad IV would become the grandmaster of a new order: the Brothers of the Sword.

The Brothers were tasked with quelling the aggressive raids made by the Wickans, and they did so with brutal efficiency. After the Wickan Crusade was finished, the order rapidly expanded throughout the world, establishing chapter houses, chapels, orphanages, schools, universities, hospitals, and more. Back in Eastwick, most Knight-Brothers were secularized and given keeps, lands, and servants, and they rule with an iron-fisted authoritarian government. These lands became known as the Duchy of Audria, ruled by the former Grandmaster, Konrad IV, who married the Vessian princess Lady Audrey von Hepburn.

The Duchy of Audria is now protected by what remains of the Brotherhood, now known as the Audrian Order. They must garrison their establishments in other kingdoms to protect them, but the true purpose of these Knight-Brothers is to seek out sources of darkness, evil, and corruption and then work to destroy it so no one else will have to feel what they felt when the Wickans destroyed their lands. They eliminate all traces of darkness with grim determination.

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Race - Tiefling
Age - Appears late teens / early 20's
Personality - Azerus is often considered quite arrogant and selfish. He has a short attention span and often acts impulsively on his curiosities.

He hates being told what to do, he seeks freedom, adventure and excitement. And aims to fill the mundane spaces between with every type of ale ever made.

Brief Backstory - Azerus would tell you he has had a simple yet troublesome life living on the streets and bouncing through orphanages, abandoned by his parents for his unusual 'features'. And that's all he will tell you of that.

Current Events - Yearning for adventure Azerus fled the city, directionless he chose to accompany a young friendly woman.

Skills - Azerus's physical skills far supersede that of his social. He is an adequate musician and acrobat as well as being adept at wielding pole arms and small blades. His true passion however lies in mastering the sword.

Gear - Azerus has the weapons of a warrior and the armour of a mud wrestler. This is only partially due to circumstances and mostly to do with his arrogance. Although it's not an arrogance misplaced, his lightning reflexes do give cause for this confidence, his desire to move unhindered fairly warranted.

Spells - Azerus's dark lineage lends him a natural disposition towards fiendish magics. To his great disproval he had previously been strictly banned and prevented from practising any such thing. Now on his own and free from such rules Azerus experiments freely with his gift.

• Create flame

Ect - If you have anything else you want to share!

Additional Appearance Information:

Other than the clothes found in the image, he also wears a simple leather quiver strapped to his waist. His facial tattoos travel down the back of his bald head, ending at his shoulders. His eyes are as brown as the earth he weilds, with a tan complexion fitting of a man who spends most of his life outdoors.

Name:

Terran Aver

Race:

Human

Age:

21

Height/Weight:

6'2 182

Personality Information:

Snarky, sarcastic, and sometimes downright rude. A life primarily lived in the wilds has raised him with effectively no manners at all. And a dose of cynicism after wandering through village after village, witnessing one tragedy after another.

Terran is very level headed and doesn't often let his emotions cloud his judgment, both in and out of combat. And he can usually be considered a pretty relaxed person.

He feels awkward expressing deep emotions, especially when trying to convey his care for friends/loved ones. Terran can also sometimes be quite self-detrimental.

Brief Backstory:

Terran remembers little of his parents or early childhood, only that he had been forced to live in an orphanage from a very young age. He, like many of the other children there, was unhappy with his life that mainly consisted of doing manual labor for either food, or a small sum of money to help keep the orphanage afloat.

At the age of 11 he fled the village, having no idea where to go or what to do when he escaped, Terran wandered into the woods. He had heard the stories of course, of the strange magic that enchanted the forest, causing trees to get up out of the ground and walk around when no one was looking, trees that were alive.

Seeing no walking wood or magical creatures to speak of, he hiked further into the woods without fear. After hours of searching for something (though what he didn't know) the child had grown very tired, and happened upon a dry, welcoming cave. Unfortunately for him, a pack of wolves must have thought the cavern was equally welcoming, as they had already taken the cave as their own.

The boy ran faster than he had ever run, hoping that somehow he would be able to escape the ferocious beasts that were swiftly gaining on him. Terran was eventually surrounded by the hungry looking animals, and as one of them lunged at him to tear him limb from limb, it was quickly intercepted by an arrow through it's neck. Courtesy of a man who would then step into the clearing and chase off the remaining predators.

After being saved, Terran was taken to his savior's humble home and cared for as if he were his son. His adopted father taught him many things about surviving alone in the wild, from archery to hunting to how to make a fire. Even a bit of earth magic that Terran (as his father had named him) found himself to be surprisingly skilled with.

Terran lived with his father for six years before he left on a hunting trip and never came back, seemingly having died on the mission. Though he never considered himself a very emotional person, we wept that night until he the tears would flow no more.

The next day the teen built an honorary grave to his adopted father. Among the possessions he had left behind in the small home in the woods he found a strange staff, seeming to pulse with power. There was a note attached, and Terran realized that this was supposed to be a gift to him from his late parent.

He gathered his things and left the

Current Events: - Having been living in solitude among the woods for the past four years he has grown quite lonely. Deciding to venture into a nearby village for the first time since his father's death, he has little in the way of money but he is an experienced hunter and has begun to sell the meat and skins of killed animals to put some change in his pockets.

The villagers are somewhat wary of him, and he doubts he wants to know what they about him behind his back. Suffice to say he is not incredibly well-liked.

Skills:

His main forte lies in dealing with all things of the wilderness, be that survival skills, hunting or bowmanship. He is also quite apt with Earth magic, though he is completely untrained with the other elements.

His primary combat style is a long-range approach, either hurling boulders or sharp chips of rock at enemies, or picking them off with precise shots from his longbow.

Terran is both light and quick on his feet, he has to be to traverse the rough terrain he usually finds himself in. Or to stalk an animal through the woods.

Gear:

Various survival items, including dried or smoked meats, fire starting equipment, items for shelter.

A magical focusing staff, allowing him to cast with less drain on himself, and enabling him to use more precise spells.

Longbow and quiver.

Name: Dren Rache
Race: Human
Age: 25

Appearence:




Personality Information: Sly and smooth, Dren is something of a wordsmith and could talk a man into selling him everything he owns. Something of a manipulator, Dren tends to use another person’s words against him. This can make him somewhat obnoxious. He holds himself in high standing and is very prideful, often acting posh or upper class despite the truth being anything but.

Brief Backstory: Dren Rache was born in the slums of the town of Diremound, a seedy underbelly of crooks, cheats, liars and slaves. Dren's parents leeched off of the scraps of the city and Dren too was forced to live like them. However, as he grew up, he began to notice he had a keen eye for distinction, mostly in what he could steal from street vendors and other people. He began to grow knowledgeable in materials and herbs, even starting to combine them into chemical remedies and toxins for selling in Diremound. It earned him enough currency to finally make something of himself, when his parents passed away from disease.

Dren left Diremound and made for a richer city as fast as he could, using his knowledge and wares to earn enough coin to make himself look better, desperate to distance himself from his past in Diremound. To this end, he hired a tailor to create clothes for him, a long red cloak and matching top hat to make him appear far more regal and important than he truly was, hiding his rags underneath. He also donned a pair of white gloves to hide his gnarled hands from his work at the cauldron. He also took up sorcery, obtaining his cane in the process and practicing his work outside of the city. Soon he became a more well known figure, for both his resplendent appearance and his wares.

Current Events: Diremound has recently been overrun by monsters and Dren is simply seeking to sell his wares and ritz it up with some of the more important people in town.

Skills: Dren is a skilled mage, having a firm grasp upon magic. He is not a professional, but he knows his way around most forms of a spell. His preferred element of choice is ice. Dren is also a skilled alchemist, having sold his own brews, tinctures, tonics and salves. Given enough time and the right ingredients he can whip up whatever is needed. Dren is also generally intelligent and uses this well in combat, as well as boasting a silver tongue to charm his way around certain individuals, though this has just as much chance to land him in hot water.
Gear:
Trice Majestos Cane: A black walking stick with a gold bottom and rounded orb at the top, emblazoned with three star symbols on the hilt. Whilst normally functioning as a walking stick, the cane also has potential as a magic catalyst and is Dren’s primary form of defending himself. He supposedly made the cane himself and no-one has been able to prove him wrong yet. He also named it.

Item stock: Dren keeps a healthy supply of support items from his travels and a few he whipped up himself across the lands and makes use of them in tough situations. He also keeps a light supply of black powder bombs which he particularly enjoys the use of.

Anelace: A thin silver elongated dagger, a short sword more than anything else. Dren rarely ever used it due to being unskilled in swordplay, it is strictly a last resort.

Etc: Dren is petrified of his old poor life and will go to great lengths to ensure no-one ever knows he was once a lowly beggar, hence training himself to speak eloquently.