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[center][h2][i][color=7bcdc8]Destin Eindride[/color][/i][/h2]

[color=7bcdc8][i]”I refuse to bury my past.”[/i][/color][/center]

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[b]Full Name:[/b] Destin Eindride
[b]Titles/Nicknames:[/b] Erland
[b]Age:[/b] 39
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Hair Color[/b]: Gray
[b]Eye Color[/b]: Brown
[b]Height[/b]: 1m94
[b]Weight[/b]: 85kg

[b]Appearance:[/b] Destin is a giant among men, or at least the men that aren't from Tyren. As he hails from a culture of violence and war, this has shaped him into a muscular soldier. His face is rugged and hair short. A permanent stubble is etched into his rectangular, manly chin. Due to the col, his skin could be described as a somewhat grayish white. Destin's attire back home might have consisted of furs on top of leathers, but he's learned to leave the fur part out of the mix when travelling outside of Tyren.

Despite the leathers there are some casual clothes Destin owns, but they are plain white shirts with plain, clay brown pants. These reflect his modest nature, and they remind him of the animal furs that made up his attire back at home. He is never seen without a nutty brown backpack full of supplies, as well as a zweihander either firmly in his grip or tied up on his back.

[b]Personality:[/b] Destin is a steadfast and sturdy man in both appearance and personality. Very little humor is in his bones, but if you get him to drink one too many alcoholic beverages that could change drastically. He is well-travelled around the world and has at least some basic knowledge of each realm with the exception of Noctis. Destin has mastered control over his own mind and has an iron, unbreakable will which was forged over many years of hardship. Despite being exiled, he is still a proud warrior of his homeland. He will not tolerate insulting Tyren and despises treachery and deceit.

He is absolutely resolute to act honorably and has faced some of man's greatest fears in battle, which makes him a tad more confident than is normally healthy. There is only a single fear that can penetrate this man's locked heart, and that is one of loss. A wound that cut so deep that the mere mention could break his focus and bring him in doubt. Due to all the trials he has endured and the trials he has faced, he has seen that man is no better than what they accuse Beasts of being. Everything is an equal to him, only on the field of battle can one prove their worth to him.

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[b]Strength:[/b] 7
[b]Dexterity:[/b] 4
[b]Intelligence:[/b] 5
[b]Cunning:[/b] 1
[b]Magic:[/b] 7
[b]Willpower:[/b] 10
[b]Endurance:[/b] 8
[b]Charisma:[/b] 5

[b]Weapons of Choice:[/b] Destin is a proud and strong warrior of Tyren, which is a land that favors the axe, shield and spear. For many years he had used a combination of these three, but that changed. The mightiest warriors of his tribe were allowed to wield monstrous two-handed swords, fit to slaughter many men if you had both the strength and skill to wield it. Winning a brawl with the chieftain himself graced the warrior with such an honor, and that is just what Destin had done. This monumental event has lead to him using those monstrous blades, more akin to club than sword, ever since.

[b]Armor/Combat Apparel:[/b] While it would not be unbelievable for him to wear full-on platemail, he does not hail from that kind of culture. Warriors were taught to survive with nothing but a few laps of a bear's fur covering and protecting them, and this has not changed. Destin likes to keep his armor at a minimum and even expose some parts of his body if the climate allows for it, revealing his muscular arms and sweet abs. Studded leather shoulderpads, chestplate and greaves is all this combatant needs. Countless injuries have shaped his body to be able to take more than a few cuts, bruises and stabs.

There is only a single oddity that he carries everywhere: An iron gauntlet on his primary sword-arm, namely the right. This gauntlet is enchanted, but not to enhance the user. It is a magical artifact meant to seal away a part of the wearer's inherent magical ability, restraining them from casting any spells.

[b]Fighting Style:[/b] A proud warrior of Tyren fights honorably and without fear. They come face-to-face with the enemy and utilizes no dirty tricks in their fighting. Destin will always be the first to charge in and loves being in the frontlines, slaughtering the enemy while they desperately try to fight back. This style of fighting could be seen as reckless and barbaric, but it is the one true way that Destin knows to fight.

[b]Magical Affinity:[/b] Spellweaver, but without any control over his power.
[list][*][i]Ragnarök[/i] – Ragnarök is the beginning of the end, and the first stage has been set in motion. Upon being cast, voluntarily or not, the user is engulfed with a fierce rage for battle. This burning hot spirit summons a singular creature, a wolf the size of a man: Fenrir. Fenrir adapts to the soul of the caster and takes form based on their affinity, and while a form of a blazing hellhound might look the fiercest, any form of it strikes fear in the hearts of many mortal men, woman and beast. Fenrir lusts for battle as much as the caster, and will not disappear if it's hunger hasn't been in the least bit sated.
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[b]Place of Birth:[/b] Teryn, in the tribe of Guldbrand.
[b]Social Status:[/b] Exile
[b]Alignment:[/b] Earth

[b]History:[/b] Destin grew up in the tribe of Guldbrand in the frigid Teryn. He was raised by harsh mother and even harsher father, which was needed in that tribe. Food was always scarce and their was constant fighting among the youth. Children were taught at a young age how to hunt, kill and fight. Despite the harsh weathering conditions, the children were kept on a rigorous training schedule and had to share an equal part in the harsh labour back when they were home. This meant that some children, the weakest ones, simply did not survive. The strong enough ones like Destin, who endured the harsh training of the warriors and harsher beating when misbehaving at home, flourished. Despite what some may call as barbaric and mistreatment, Destin holds nothing but respect towards his upbringing for steeling both his body and mind for the harshness of the outside world.

Then there comes a point where a boy becomes a man, and for Guldbrand that means becoming a proud warrior. Once a boy or girl reaches the age of fifteen in that tribe they are eligible for battle. Almost immediately they are thrown into war and that becomes their next trial. Equipment was hard to come by in those frozen tundras, with the little metal they found being used on weapons and the fur of every animal slain going towards their armor. Destin was given nothing but a shoddy spear and minimal hides to cover himself against much more well-armed adults. Despite the harsh wounds he suffered, some of them life-threatening and scarring his body to this day, he always survived. For every battle you survive you get access to slightly better equipment, but the most valuable thing was battle experience.

So it was that Destin grew up to be a proud warrior of Guldbrand. For years he had known nothing but hunting and battle, becoming one of the best warriors in the tribe after the many battles he had completed, be they victory or loss. It was during this time he met a lovely maiden named Hillevi, part of his own tribe. She was aged merely seventeen when he was already twenty-three. Still, she was one of the strongest females in the entire tribe. Everyone respected her determination and strength, with some of the older men even losing to her in sparring matches.

It was fated that love struck between these two, after a particular fight in which only they made it back unharmed. This event made them respect each other more than they already had and frequently take each other as sparring partners, with unpredictable results each time. This bliss was not to last, however. At age twenty eight, long after marrying Hillevi, another fateful battle occurred. An invasion by a neighboring tribe, a fierce battle where Guldbrand was on the losing side. Just as Destin hit the snow-covered icy floor from a nasty strike, something within him clicked. The blood was staining the floor beneath him red, but the man responded with a shout of battle. He picked himself up from the floor, taking the claymore beside him steadily in his hands. A chilling wind cut through the clothes of the men around him and froze them in place. From behind Destin echoed a howl, right as a man-sized wolf came rushing in and pounced on the warriors before the man.

The majority of the wolf's fur was as white as the snow, but a few streaks of earthy brown and emerald green ran from their maw all the way to the tail. The eyes of this wolf were like two orbs of clay, and their fangs were made of metal. Destin was too engrossed in battle to pay any attention to his newfound companion as they both ran wild and slaughtered every man and woman they came across, including children. Friend or foe was of no concern to Destin as he sliced his way through fresh corpse after fresh corpse. Only two remained near the end, the chieftain and Hillevi. Hillevi proudly fought the berserked Destin and his newfound companion, but as the spell cast over him wore off he had already delivered the fatal strike, the lifeless and bloody body of his wife hitting the floor. When he turned around, the wolf had disappeared without a trace.

He did not realize at the time that what he had experienced was the spell Ragnarök.

The chieftain, both scared and angered, exiled the shocked Destin. For years after he wandered the lands, searching for a purpose and atoning for his sins. He thought of himself as no more than beast after the fact and adopted the religion of the Heart Tree. He wandered as a sellsword and eventually ended up accepting a contract from a reclusive wizard, deep within the deserts of Ashran. Risking his life, Destin traveled to Oriens to slay a minotaur, and returned successful. Destin needed guidance during this time and had accepted the contract because the Wizard could tell him how to keep the anger he felt back in the last moments of Guldbrand in check. To make sure that tragedy would never repeat itself. The wizard gave Destin a magical gauntlet, with the promise that it would seal whatever had triggered Destin to lose it. To this day, Destin still does not know it was a magic spell he cast.

He continued to wander the land with his sins, eventually deciding against the life of a sellsword. The atonement he got from that was not enough. He is now thirty-nine, looking to begin a new life. A life of combat still, but of a different kind: The gladitorial kind. He found himself in Risha, looking to enter the arena as a gladiator. Maybe here his sinning soul will find peace while doing the only thing he can do well: Fight.

Other: Destin means 'Determined', Eindride means 'To wander alone', Erland means 'Foreigner' and Guldbrand means 'Divine Sword'.
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[center][h2][i][color=AFFFD7]Yasu[/color][/i][/h2]

[color=AFFFD7][i]”I-I'm not an animal...  I'm the same as you!”[/i][/color][/center]

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[b]Full Name:[/b] Yasu
[b]Age:[/b] 18
[b]Race:[/b] Harpy
[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Hair Color:[/b] She likes to dye it if she has the materials. Her natural color is medium auburn.
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Azure
[b]Height:[/b] 1m79
[b]Weight:[/b] 48 kg 

[b]Appearance:[/b] Yasu has a sharp but youthful face, with her frilly hair being just long enough to hide her ears. Her pupils dilate like a snake's and her nose is a little too small for her face, with her lips being just as fragile and sweet. She has a few brown freckles running over her nose, making her look slightly more immature than she actually is. Her body is long, but also frail and thin. She doesn't have any talons on her hands yet because of her youth. Her wings are rather large, even for a regular harpy, which makes it hard to keep them concealed. It doesn't help she's a fan of tipping the normally earthy brown feathers with a lime green dye to pretty them up a little.

She usually travels with a full-body cloak, folding her wings in front of her body so nobody would notice them in travel. She prefers keeping her Beast nature a secret for as long as possible, even if the eyes make it a bit hard at times. When not cloaked, Yasu wears everyday commoner's clothes, often a soft gray or brown in color because they are cheaper. She certainly doesn't look like she's poor, but there isn't any grand wealth to be found in her looks. She highly prefers going barefoot, but to blend in with the crowd a little more she tends to wear shoes most of the time. She's not one for accessories, except for a small armband with three colored beads on them.

[b]Personality:[/b] Shyness is at the core of Yasu's personality. It doesn't help that she has a soft voice, because she has trouble speaking up already when dealing with someone who seems stronger or more intelligent than her, which is quite a bit. She's always a bit on edge, scared to get jumped because of her traveling alone. While she's a very bright young woman, she doesn't think of herself like that. She tends to put everyone else on a higher pedestal. There's only two topics she's ever able to vehemently defend and speak up for against everyone, and they are Eleska and the relationship of Humans and Beast.

Once you break through her barrier of shyness, she opens up easily. She'll still be soft spoken, but loves to talk and ramble on. She's always eager to share something new she found out, given there's a person she feels comfortable talking to. Big, hulking people and Hellbloods tend to scare her and she she tries to avoid interacting with them, despite knowing better. She's also very curious and eager to learn, which helps since she's very talented with medicinal herbs.

[b]Strength:[/b] 2
[b]Dexterity:[/b] 10
[b]Intelligence:[/b] 6
[b]Cunning:[/b] 3
[b]Magic:[/b] 1
[b]Willpower:[/b] 4
[b]Endurance:[/b] 2
[b]Charisma:[/b] 4

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[b]Place of Birth:[/b] Arlen, clan of Hideko
[b]Social Status:[/b] Beast
[b]Alignment:[/b] Air

[b]History:[/b] Yasu was born in the mountains of Arlen, into the clan of Hideko. They were a very small clan that managed to build their home in a small hillside forest, though it was nothing impressive. There was just enough green for them to build a home and gather a little bit of herbs but the older members of the clan still had to repeatedly go out every once in a while to go hunt for food or gather some more difficult to find plants, which they then plant in a small clearing near their houses. Because of nature's gift, they specialized in medical substances and dyes as opposed to poisons like most other clans. Due to being higher up they were out of the way of any human settlements and lived mostly in peace, away from the societies that form outside save for a single centaur tribe that they often trade with, usually in the form of dyes and herbs in exchange for food.

Yasu's mother was alone, seemingly. She never told Yasu about her father, and even though there were two male harpies among the slew of females, Yasu's mother reassured her that neither of them was her father. So, she grew up a mostly sheltered life from the outside, getting to know only the members of her clan. It was a peaceful life as she played with the only other two children in the village, Isa and Celine. Celine was always the odd one of the three, with her dark gray feathers looking out of place between the sandy to earthy browns of the other members of the clan. They would often play tag, or hide and seek, the latter of which Yasu was extremely good at. Back at home, Yasu would always watch her mother make medicine for the rest of the tribe. She admired her mom lots and lots, especially because she was doing amazing things for the rest of their clan.

The daily life continued on like this, peaceful and mostly interrupted. But then a twist of fate entered the daily lives of the Hideko clan. When Yasu was eight, she decided to wander out a bit further than just the forest. The mountains were treacherous and rigid, but the girl had already managed to fly in extremely short bursts, making traversing them a cakewalk. Surprisingly, another figure was near the mountains. They were a giant, hulking man with a giant hunk of metal laying next to them as their clothes were torn and they were bleeding from many cuts. Since Yasu didn't know any race other than harpies at the time, she assumed that this man was some rare male harpy without wings, but the various wounds made him look like a scary monster. Yasu didn't have time to be scared, though, as the man climbing the treacherous steps had collapsed in between a bed of rocks. Their eyes were closed and they didn't seem to be breathing. Scared, Yasu hurried back to her village as quickly as her lttle feet and wings would allow.

Once she warned the tribe, Yasu was both scolded for going so far out and thanked for reporting this strange case. The strongest harpies brought back the man, it took no less than three of them to carry his weight. He was laid out in the middle of their village as the many herbalists of her tribe swarmed around the man, treating up his injuries to the best of their abilities. The village decided on letting him recover inside Yasu's hut, which lead the girl to oftentimes peek on the man through the curtains separating his bed from the rest of the hut. Yasu's mother explained to her that this person was not some featherless, male harpy but instead a human. A whole new race that rejected harpies like them, but that didn't stop the clan from wanting to help him out.

It only took a few days for the man to wake up and he was much too weak to go on adventuring, despite his insistence to get up and continuing to hurt himself. Eventually he calmed down and often talked with Yasu's mother, who was his only company. He was almost depressed at first, but grew warmer with each passing conversation. The man was still solemn when he left the village after his eventual recovery, but promised to keep this sanctuary of harpies a secret as thanks for the kindness they extended. He never explained where those wounds came from, but the dangerous animals that lived in the mountains were more than likely the culprit.

After that fateful encounter, Yasu grew ever more curious about humans. While continuing her studies as another herbalist and the flying lessons from her clan, she kept asking about them. At first the clan refused to give answers, but they caved after enough persuasion. She formed a very idealistic image of the human world beyond her village, dreaming to go out and explore... but they always made sure to remind her that humans did not accept this race for who they were. Whenever Yasu asked to be allowed to go on a journey to the outside world, she was denied.

So it was that, when she turned 16, she decided to pack up some supplies and flee in the night. She wanted to experience the outside world for her own. To her surprise, a bit outside of the village, she was quickly caught up to be Celine, the harpy with beautiful gray feathers. Celine was almost embarrassed to admit she found out what Yasu was planning, but didn't have any intention of stopping her. She gave Yasu a small token as a reminder to the village, an armband with three coloured beads. One black, to remind her of Celine. One green, to remind her of the forest... and one red, to remind her of the stranger that caused this strange obsession to begin with.

So it was that Yasu began her journey. Even in a short span of time after entering the first town she found out that humans were not far from how they were described to her. She was stared at strangely and constantly kept under supervision, with people not wanting to pay a lot for her medical skills. As she traveled from town to town, she encountered that people were oftentimes wary of her or even scared. It lead to her concealing her wings whenever possible, which made the less perceptive people a bit more kind to her. She has had a few run-ins with bandits, who'm she often fled from by leaving most of her supplies behind as well as some run-ins with kind strangers who helped her despite her being a harpy. She looked up to the kindness these strangers displayed, fueling her desire to forge a bond between beast and man. Even when most of the world showed time and time again they rejected her, Yasu kept picking herself up and pressing on to fulfill that dream.

It also didn't take long for Yasu to learn of gladitorial bloodsport, but it did take her a while to warm up to the idea. At first she found it horrid, but encounters slowly made her realize just how necessary they were to prevent wars. She eventually came up with the idea of speaking to people by attaching her name to a team, hopefully a successful one so that she would be heard out. If she spoke to the public about humans and beasts behind a winning team, surely they must understand? Even if just a little change, she was sure she could move their hearts. Unfortunately, Yasu never was much of a fighter... but she [i]was[/i] a herbalist. She could provide aid to wounded gladiators. Unfortunately, she failed many times in finding a team. None would take her simply due to being a harpy, letting their bias cloud their judgement. She was even chased out of town by a particularly aggravated team once. Now she finds herself in Risha...

Other: Yasu is Japanese for 'Peaceful'.
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