Name:

Quinn V. Bricherbak

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Gender:

Male

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Age:

18

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Species:

Human

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Appearance:

Quinn is a raven haired boy with fair skin, blue eyes and a lean form. He keeps his hair down to roughly his ear lobes, and hardly combs it. His figure isn't fairly traditionally masculine, with a long neck, slender fingers and shapely legs. He has a heart shaped face with freckles spread across his nose and on his shoulders. His eyes are almond shaped and his nose is small. He wears comfortable clothing, usually in layers, as he is usually cold. He enjoys cool colours, or black.

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Personality:

Quinn is a soft spoken person, but he can be stubborn and stalwart. He tries his best to be kindly and warm, but he tends to have a somewhat cool disposition. He means well in most things he does, he just seems to approach things a little differently. He is earnest but he prefers to speak when spoken to. Sarcasm and dry humor are about the end of his wit, but he does enjoy a laugh. A somewhat macabre person, he can be described at one glance as "gloomy".

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Bio:

Quinn has lived a normal life with it's ups and downs. He is an only child raised to a normal income family, with both parents working. He remembers camping a lot when he was younger. He loved the ocean and they took trips to beaches as often as they could. Then they got older. Mom picked up another job and dad put in more hours to climb that corporate ladder. Quinn was never dissatisfied, just sort of lonely. He had a few friends in school but he wasn't exactly popular. He did better on the internet and even then he was still sort of a loner. Things changed when he hit 13 though, his mom got sick and suddenly his time spent in front of a computer or TV was at the hospital. He grew close with his mom, they began drawing together, did puzzles. Dad would stop by as often as possible, and even took a few weeks off. Mom didn't make it. For three years she fought the disease but it had spread from her lungs to other places. Her bones, her liver, heart, brain. Watching his mom grow pale and bald, quiet and weak. Quinn got even quiet from then on. For the next two years things were a little chilly between him and his dad, but they managed to stay pretty close. Soon he made a good friend, and those memories of camping as a kid brought Quinn back to the woods.

TLDR; He used to go camping as a kid, mom died, now he wants to go the forest again.

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Likes:

His family, art, video games, sci-fi, animals, mythology, camping, precious stones, strawberries, fried rice, bugs.

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Dislikes:

Hospitals, being unhygienic, horses, being the center of attention, needles, being late to things.

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Family:

Dad: Elroy. Mom: Claire

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Friends:

Tyson

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Sentimental Attachment:

A locket with a family photo, an old sketchbook, family and friends.

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Weapon:

None yet.

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Other:

???

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Name:

Liarty Vanderfall

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Gender:

Male

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Age:

94

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Species:

Half Elf

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Appearance:

Liarity is a tall, dark and slender person. His hair is raven colored shag, unkempt and reaching down to his chin. He has squinty eyes with dark rings underneath. His lashes are long and curled, and his eyes have a deep blue, almost purple irises. His ears are not much longer than a humans, though the come to a rounded point at the end. His face is long and slender, with a flat nose, thin lips and a semi-permanent scowl. A scar traces from the corner of his lips on the left side of his face, around to the bottom of her ear. His limbs are long, and his torso seems short in comparison to his legs. He wears a black tunic with black trousers, and a tattered navy blue coat over top, with an equally ripped wide brimmed pointed hat on his head. His gloves are almost entirely black as well, though each finger tip has a different color of the rainbow. ROYGBIV from the left pinky, to the right middle finger. The last three have pink, white and finally black.

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Personality:

Not exactly one to welcome company Liarity is a quiet yer stern person. He is not afraid to say what is on his mind, although he refuses to go out of his way to say much of anything. He has issues connecting with people and is generally, grumpy, standoffish, and rude. But of course he has a heart of gold, right? Probably. He always keeps to his own moral code, which by society's standard is pretty good.

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Bio:

Liarity never talks about his past. Most that can be gathered is a falling out with his father, and running away to the woods.

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Likes:

Quiet, routine, safety, trustworthy people, being spiteful, books, hunting, poetry, his faith.

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Dislikes:

Elves, his father, annoying people, being told what to do, being underestimated, heretics.

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Family:

A father, mother and wealth of siblings and cousins he all but stays away from. It's been some time since he's seen or heard from any of them.

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Friends:

Hah!

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Sentimental Attachment:

A rosary, his hat, his house.

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Weapon:

Crossbow, regular. Oak-wood and can be charged with magic to fire different elemental shots.

Crossbow, hand. Small and made of metal, hidden on a contraption under his sleeve on his right hand. Enchanted to reload from a pocket dimension of appropriately sized bolts.

Hunting Knives (2). Steel, sharp, and mundane.

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Other:

???

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Name:

Indioriya

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Gender:

Female

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Age:

31

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Species:

Half Orc, Half flame elemental.

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Appearance:

Indioriya is a tall and strong woman. She has a muscular frame, with large hands and a thick neck. She has a heart shaped face with a wide nose, and sharp teeth, a few of which poke from the bottoms of her lips. Her eyes are almond shaped and a bright honey yellow. Her lips are full and she has war paint across the bridge of her nose in a thin band. Her hair is a deep red and it cascades long down to her waist, unless tied, as it usually is. She has a strong jawline and pronounced cheek-bones. Many scars riddle her body, though not one marks her back. On her face most noticeably is an X shaped scar on her forehead. Her skin is less green then pure orcs, and is thus softer in tone. On duty she wears a bright set of red and yellow armor, with a few rubies inset over the left side of her chest. A bright cape billows behind her, and a belt with a boxy fist styled buckle sits around her waist.

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Personality:

Indioriya is one who follows her own ideals, and the ideals of her order. Nothing is more important, and nothing stands above it. She places honor highly, and is as martial as one from an orcish tribe is expected to be. As well as fiery and proud a flame elemental is to be. She is loud when speaking but knows to wait her turn to speak. She is quick to anger though she always tempers her emotions with thought, always trying her best to not move before thinking. She has a deep fondness for her allies, and is not above revenge. For her status is everything, though only next to her creed, and her people.

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Bio:

Indioriya is the crossbreed of two powerful races, and she was trained from a young age to be strong. She left the tribe early, as only full-bloods may live there, and was out on her own. Her mother would stay behind, and her father disappeared after her conception. She would roam, weak and weary until picked up by the church of the flame. There she was revered as some sort of pariah, and she would take to her saviors and their ways with vigor. She learned, and grew, becoming a champion of their armed crusades. A simple story taking out the minutia, she is a machine made to do one thing, and she does it well.

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Likes:

Ideals, her companions, her faith, her home, her heritage, her pride, her status, honor, equality, fairness, and children.

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Dislikes:

Heretics, threats to her lifestyle, conflicting ways of thinking, many forms of magic, and ignorance.

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Family:

She hardly speaks to her real tribe members, or those of her fathers side. Though she writes to her mother when she can. She thinks more of the people at the covenant as her family, as if very close with them. The closest being Mother Dire, Sister Helena, Paladin Reiyes, Paladin Arciel, and Paladin Gruok.

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Friends:

Her friends are her family, as stated above.

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Sentimental Attachment:

Her armor, and weapons. Which are nearly all she really says she "owns"

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Weapon:

A golden halberd, which she can enhance with flame magic and her innate abilites, to create literally explosive results.

Her klar sheild. A spiked shield, gilded and inlet with focusing gems to filter magic and light to create beams of heat.

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Other:

???

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