Name: Feon Nohr

Race: Human

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Personality: Feon is a rather quiet girl, though when it comes to protecting the forests she will do anything for it. As it is Feon is cunning however she does not have much in the way of self preservation skills making it a wonder that she has survived this long. She however can get rather oddly curious on the strangest things, often the kind of things that would gross out other people.

Feon often moves with her mission of helping the earth regrow and take back what has been lost. Sometimes this involves using the bodies of the dead to help fertilize, however she only does this by first giving the bodies a burial before the become fertilizer.

Abilities/Powers: Can take command of nature itself, mostly in the way of excelerated growth with a select few common trees. However rarer tree’s she cannot control the growth of.

History: Feon was born among of people who worship the forest. They are born to serve and protect the forest. And among them every generation a child is born whom is far more connected to the forest. Feon was born as one such person. As such she had to fight in the Great War in order to fight against the evils. As she continued to fight however she over taxed the forests and nature she fought with thus taking a toll on her. She looks closer to a white birch tree than anything else lately as she has gone quite pale.

Feon also has gained the ability to hear the forest, and she has found that not only the forest, but all of nature is angry, it wants to regrow and take back what has been taken. It is thanks to her crown the branches however that she can quiet the voices.

Name: Flak Vilgraf

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Personality: Flak is known to be rather eccentric and loud. He's obnoxious and annoying, though he always kills who he needs to, often in a very showy manner.

Abilities/powers: Flak seems to have the ability to wield any weapon. As a result he is constantly seen with a different weapon than before. Flak also happens to have a highly unusual amount of luck on his side. As such he often survives against impossible odds in battle and when he trips in the strangest way.

History: Flak was born into a village of warriors. This village was also under the control of Vallen and at a young age he was chosen by his village to enter the arena against other warrior clans, even those who used magic. Flak showed to be extremely resourceful and often didn’t mind fighting dirty. The crowd loved it and he ended up winning the entire tournament.

The king of Vallen had seen this display and as such chose Flak to be a commander. However this never went well for whoever Flak was in charge of as he would often charge in without a strategy of any kind and many of his men would get slaughtered as a result.

Now Flak works a sort of assassin, though he has gained the reputation and known as the loud assassin. Always making a showing of his kills.

Name: Pholus "Fantastic" Ranson
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:

5'7". around 154 lbs.
However, he is usually found wearing very light armor that covers his chest and upper legs. His actual medium/heavy armor is only found at his gauntlets and boots.
His hair is a dark shade of blue with matching blue eyes. To compliment the looks, his entire uniform is blue; preferring to wear as little armor as much as possible due to his gadgets.
Personality:
Pholus much prefers joking around and making a few pranks happen instead of doing tedious work that he would believe is pointless (such as normal sword-swinging training). Another trait is Pholus's preference of using diplomacy or his head instead of trying to use his blade. His gadgets are made for various tricks such as smoke bombs or even a few medicinal herbs to quickly treat a wound of sorts. Finally, his value for loyalty. Despite being a constant trickster, he isn't an idiot when accepting the blame and prefers to trust his own allies over his own talents.
Brief Backstory: Pholus never knew his parents and lived a good portion of his life as a scavenger in the city of Meridian. Luck seemed to find him when a wise inventor managed to find Pholus in a fight with several street thugs. The inventor managed to intrigued Pholus due to how the inventor solved the problem just by throwing a few smoke bombs at the thugs faces. The two grew a bond over time as father and son. As Pholus grew, he learned of his adopted father's past of wanting to be a knight for the Iron Rose Knights but never was able to gain enough skill in sword fighting. Pholus, decided to fulfill his master's wish, trained each day; trying to learn the way of the blade but mostly invested time into combining the skillset of an inventor with the skillset of a knight. Now, at the age of adulthood, Pholus leaves his master with a somewhat heavy heart...willing to defend the people of the land and become a proud Iron Rose Knight.
Equipment: His vest has a small pack that has all sorts of trinkets inside. From small smoke bombs to medicinal herbs, to even a few small extra small daggers, some may even consider him a hoarder. His gauntlets are quite thick but when he forms certain hand gestures, certain gadgets activate: a small mini-crossbow (not really damage but more for sure shots), a few small explosives (mostly for distractions or making fire), and one lethal dart in each hand. His boots can be pulled in certain angles with a few straps on the side to form spikes at the bottom. Usually when he can bring extra gear and tools in his backpack, it's mostly to resupply his gauntlets or pouch. Though he would bring a grapple hook attached to rope for an emergency inside it as well.
Skills:
Sword Talents: His sword-fighting skills are on sub-par with normal street thugs...but anymore than that is nowhere near a legitimate fighter with the blade. To make up for this, his gadgets found in his gauntlets or his accuracy with the other tools under his vest aid in fighting. However, he much prefers being a distraction and quick strikes instead of a long drawn out battle. This leads to his evasive skills, somewhat fast reflexes, and agility. The two major blades he has, a paralysis poisoned Rapier that has an emergency launch the blade feature and a sword in between a gladius, longsword, and greatsword that is openable and releases caltrops.
Crafter: Name, and he can most likely make it. However, his talent in herbs and such isn't his best; only able to make smaller cures to poisons and wounds. Not really fond of legit medical information. His skill in art is much better and helps in forging, copying images, or really anything that involves writing. The best talent he has is crafting either weapons, tools, or gadgets. Tinkering life he was brought up with, and tinkering every tool he has is what he does.

Equipment:
* Spirit Eye (hidden under the eyepatch), able to see into the spritual realm.
* Magic Dagger, the conduit for his fire magic.
Gender: male
Age: 19
Notes: Yurick is a veteran battlemage of the Five-Year War. Two years into the war, both sides lost millions of soldiers and had to begin recruiting children to fill their ranks. Yurick was only 16 when he joined, and he was a scholar at heart, not a fighter. He was forced to adapt to the harsh (but effective) Imperial training regimen, but even that could hardly prepare him for the things he was about to do. Both sides of the conflict hated each other with seething fury and gave no quarter to their opponents. Soldiers used any cheap, dirty tricks they could find to gain the upper hand. They killed any of their enemies they encountered whether they were armed or not. They murdered each other in cold blood at every opportunity. No matter how terrible the weapon, no matter how wretched the consequences, if it was deadly, they used it. Men died in the most horrible ways, and no one batted an eyelid.

Yurick doesn't talk about his role in the battle. Records of the war indicate he fought aboard the airship squadrons as a firebomber, and there are hints that he was shot down in enemy territory. Aerial recons reported that he killed an entire enemy infantry platoon before being rescued.

When he returned home, Yurick resumed his scholastic endeavors. His major is Spell Coding with a minor in Alchemy. He wants to become a Mystic Blacksmith, a craftsman of magical equipment, to better the lives of ordinary people through magic and spellcasting.

* Combat: Yurick casts firebolts by throwing kicks and punches. He can generate fire from most of his joints. Alternately, he can charge up a larger fire blast by crossing his arms and meditating for several seconds, then swinging his dagger in the direction of the target.