Ossian

Titles: The Outcast, the Rogue Mercenary

23

Male

Human

Truthfully, Ossian is the furthest thing from a fairy tale that you can get. He is cynical, sarcastic, and prefers to keep to himself most of the time. He has no time for grand rebellions or reliving stories from the past. He is a realist and prefers to only have himself to look after. Nonetheless, despite this uncaring attitude, Ossian cannot bring himself to be totally heartless. As a mercenary, he is willing to do a lot of things. He is willing to fight, kill, and steal without hesitation, but he draws the line at hurting children or innocents. Nor is he one for torturing people unnecessarily. Often, he struggles between doing the right thing for himself and the right thing for others. Still, he retains a self-preserving attitude and doesn't often do anything that would not benefit him.

A longsword and dagger, both accompanied by an oak longbow.

He is a skilled swordsmen and bowman. In particular, he is skilled in fighting with a longsword and a dagger in tandem and possesses speed beyond most normal humans. In addition, he can endure extreme heat and cold and can manipulate fire. He can also endure injuries better than most humans.

Ossian was born a bar wench’s bastard in a small village within the Empire of Halleoth. He never knew his father and, though this bothered him as a child, he grew not to care as he grew up. Though it seemed likely that the most he would amount to would be an innkeeper, Ossian was always fascinated with the mercenaries and soldiers that would visit the tavern his mother worked at. He was able to befriend one particular mercenary company, the War Hawks, and caught their leader’s eye when he showed himself to be a natural with a knife one mercenary gave him. When he grew older, he was invited to join the company, though his mother objected. Nonetheless, despite her objections, Ossian joined, promising to return to his village at a later date. He quickly showed himself to be among the best in the company despite his age. One day, he did return to his home village, but the place was a ruin. It had been burned down by the Dark Lord’s forces and its people enslaved. When he returned to the War Hawks, he found them slaughtered as well and himself a fugitive in the Empire. He does not know why he is hunted, but Ossian has vowed to survive. Unknown to him, however, the reason the Dark Lord hunts him is simple. He is the descendent of the hero, Miernes.

Oonar

The Mage; the Wanderer; the Hero-Finder

1075

Male

Human?

Oonar is old and with age comes a strange mix of wisdom, humor, peace, and rudeness. Oonar is confident in his own powers of observation and decision-making and, indeed, is known throughout Aeos for his wisdom and power. It is said that even the Dark Lord has failed to best him. Oonar himself can be considered proud and impatient with those whom he deems to be foolish. Nonetheless, he never forgets his own failures and genuinely cares for the people of Aeos.

A Magic Staff.

Oonar is remarkably powerful in magical ability and blessed by the gods. He can manipulate fire, light, water, earth, darkness, and lightning and is gifted with telekinesis. However, because of his age, Oonar tires easily when using his powers. Thus, he uses them as little as possible and most often fights with his staff.

Oonar was born a normal human mage over a thousand years ago. He is old enough to remember the time before the Demon Lords and the chaos that followed in their wake. He was one of the heroes of that age, using his magic to battle demons and it was he found the Hero, Miernes, in a small village and rescued him when the demons attacked and led him to Falendale, the elven city. It was he who guided his friend on his quest for vengeance, recognizing the power that lay within him. Oonar was at Miernes side throughout his adventures. After the death of the last Demon Lord, the two traveled together. It was during these travels that Oonar noticed the change in Miernes, but he closed his eyes to the truth of his old friend’s corruption. It was only when they separated that Oonar realized his mistake. He returned to Falendale, but found that he was living long past the normal span of a human. In a dream, he was visited by the gods, warning Oonar of his old friend’s corruption and decreeing that he must live for as long as his old friend was a threat to Aeos. Oonar left Falendale to search for Miernes, but he never found him. Now, a nine hundred years later, Oonar searches for heroes to aid in the downfall of the new Dark Lord.

Tharac Galbash.

The Blood Hound.

42

Male

Orc

If there is one thing that can be said about Tharac, it's that he is one determined bastard. Using a mix of brutality and cunning he attacks his goals with a carefully calculated ferocity. As one of a strong personality of will, he is one of the few that can be counted on to beat discipline into the rabble of different races that makes up his subordinates. He doesn't tolerate laziness or cowardliness, but neither is he foolish enough to ignore council. It's just that as part of his personal belief that anything be they man, beast, the arcane or even the world itself can be bent to one's will if they are strong enough and know how. He does not shrink at words as 'dangerous' or 'impossible'. As long as Tharac Galbash has the will, he will find a way.

An enchanted battle axe granted to to him by The Dark Lord himself for Tharac's years of service. The enchantment ensure the axe remains sharp no mater how many blows it takes, allowing it to cleave through most non-magical targets. He also sports a few short swords strapped to his back encase he ever gets disarmed.

As a commander Tharac shows natural talent in offensive maneuvers, specializing in isolating his foes into smaller groups and whittling down both their strength an moral. When it comes to personal combat, he shows with surprising amounts of agility and endurance, even for an orc. Rumor has that he once killed a giant with his bare hands.

Tharac had once been just another grunt, faces less disposable soldier in the Dark Lords army. He didn't really care much for Dark Lord's ambitions then. His only thoughts were towards survival and the prosperity of his tribe. To that end he sought to become a minor officer. It was a nice position from the back where could earn enough to ensure his clansmen kept some nominal relevance. Tharac had proven crafty as a soldier, but his ambitions were small and he had no real drive.

All that change when during a chance encounter he met the Dark Lord himself. On a whim the master of Halleoth told Tharac of his ambitions, his desire to see a united world and the process in which he built his empire to do so. Tharac new all of this already, but... speaking with his emperor in person, the way he talked about these goals and the look in his eyes when he spoke caused something to resonate in the young orc.

After that day, the position of a minor officer seemed so small. So, undesirable. Days later Tharac initiated an old orcish tradition and challenged openly challenged one of his superiors to battle for his leadership, and beheaded him there and then. This marked the start of Tharac's rise through the ranks. In battle after battle he forged his resolve. With a brutal efficiency he crushed his adversaries, growing his reputation over the years and securing his position. In time he would once again meet his emperor. This time though as promising warchief bristling with resolve. Tharac had reviewed the history of his people, how they had often been pushed around and kicked out other their homelands by the 'civilized races'. And that now, in this age, his kind were finally united under the leadership of his master. His goal had become clear as he set his sight upon it. To become the supreme commander of Halleoth's armies, and ensure his people's place under the Dark Lords rule in the new age of the orc.

Anvarwel.

Lord of Undeath; the Re-birthed one; King of the endless horde; Master under earth and over life.

372 (Plus 78 years of his mortal life.)

Male (Though this can only be guessed from his words and voice.)

Lich (He was a mortal Human a long time ago.)

Carrying a very dry sense of humour, which is also very morbid. This is pretty much from his own conquering of life and death, as such he has little concern for life, this is also because he is simply able to revive his servants that he cares little if they serve him fully to his high standards. He is also very harsh with his punishments, being subscribed to the belief that life is harsh to those too weak to alter their own fates. He is also very self-centred and greedy, particularly towards hidden knowledge, he is not however easy to shift from a decision once made unless he benefits highly from it.

He carries no physical weapons on his person.

Like all Liches he is an highly experienced Necromancer, in fact when mortal he was known as an Arch Necromancer (A rank given only to Necromancers who led groups and were aged over 50, which is rare as most tend to kill themselves to become Liches and fail horribly). He is also skilled in ice magic, allowing him to summon frost cones, ice spikes and cause an area of utter cold around himself. Like most Liches he is also able control his gravity which gives him surprising magical strength. He is also immortal and only he knows how he is able to be slain (No two Liches can be killed in the same way).

Born 450 years ago to a scullery made and a young lesser knight who had his small keep hidden away in a valley in the eastern mountains, the boy was forced to grow up hidden away from the rest of society. After coming to the age of 15 he was made to look as if he had found his way to the keep on his own. After that the knight seemingly took him in as his son.

After turning 17 the boy managed to find an old abandoned basement under the keep which was full to the ceiling with books, which he tore into with abandon, relishing reading each and every one of them. After a few months his father took a wife and she was soon with child, because of this the boy was all but forgotten to read through his books. As he got through more hidden books he discovered dark and forgotten secrets, which he soon thirsted even more.

Soon after the birth of his brother he was asked to go out into the surrounding valley so that he could find certain roses that grew high up in the valley. As he made camp for the night he spied a fire in the distance, deciding to investigate it he moved through the undergrowth and hid just out of sight as he saw a trio of black robed mages stood around a corpse, with a purple light leading into the body it rose. At the time he knew a little about necromancy but it still surprised him, which gave his position away and he was quickly captured by the necromancers, instead of being killed on the spot they took him as a slave.

For a time he was forced to work near to death, but even as he worked he learnt the secrets of necromancy. By his 19th birthday he was a novice necromancer himself. He took his leave of the group and set off on his quest for greater knowledge. He vanished from the world until the time he was 37. At this point he returned to the valley he had left long, long ago. Seeing now that his father had passed away from a sudden illness some years back and his younger brother lazing about he set a plan in motion. Whilst having also gathered the knowledge of necromancy on his adventures he had also gathered with him a small group of followers and undead thralls, using these and his knowledge of the keep he easily broke into the throne room and had the now resurrected armoured body of his father to slay his brother, taking his place as ruler of the valley.

As the years went on his power grew, in knowledge, arms, men and magic. His land slowly grew into a small kingdom, he replaced the knighthood with a self placed lord-ship, he invited everyone who disagreed with his title to challenge him. As they entered the throne room of his now much larger castle they would be followed by the undead bodies of those who had come before. Each of these defeated challengers added their realms to his. At age 78 he underwent the long and dangerous process to become a Lich, remaining in isolation for 9 months he finally entered his throne room in a blast of cold air and uttered from his skin less mouth, a voice which echoed through magic and will alone. "I am Anvarwel!" It is now this name that is remembered, his original lost to time and fire.

He is the leader of a necromancer cult.

Sakem Ba.

The Skinwalker; The Beast; The Hunter.

19

Male

Human

Though awfully young to be one of the Dark Lord's elite bounty hunters and assassins, what Sakem Ba lacks in age, he makes up for in madness and efficiency. He gives little regard for the rules of any society and simply does as he pleases. Only the Dark Lord may tell him what to do. He is viewed by his fellow members of the Lord's army as an odd and child-like warrior, but a warrior none-the-less. He is wild, untamed, and quite mentally unstable. Sakem often has extreme mood swings, going from a joyful and seemingly innocent young man to a psychotic and ruthless killer in a matter of seconds. His attention is not easily caught and he tends to have issues concentrating on things he doesn't take complete interest in. This causes much frustration in groups when he's forced to work with others, as do his other child like antics, which include practical jokes and the frequent asking of unrelated and astonishingly random questions. He is also quite fond of animals and only hunts them when in need of food or clothes. He has a naturally tender way with them and seems to hold them in higher regard than most people.

Though on Sakem's surface he might seem almost harmless, his darker side is extremely sadistic and bloodthirsty. He has a fascination with certain human body parts (such as eyes and hearts) and will often remove them from victims and often turns them into jewelry or items of clothing. He also enjoys the thrill of hunting someone down and will often toy with them as much as possible before going in for the finishing blow.

Sakem prefers not to fight with weapons, but when he does, he uses several throwing knives hidden throughout his person.

Sakem has the ability to transform into various species of animals and beasts, ranging from mice to medium sized dragons. The time it takes for him to change usually depends on the animal he's turning into as beasts with more dramatic changes take longer to shift to. He is also able to partly shift into an animal to use specific skills of that animal. He usually uses this to gain the senses of an animal in order to track a target. Sakem is also an extremely skilled hand to hand combatant and prefers a fluid acrobatic style of fighting. His speed, ferocity, and unpredictability make him a force to be reckoned with on the battle field.

Sakem is capable of casting minor spells, which he mostly never uses. The spells he does utilize are mostly to prevent his feet from getting cut or frostbite when he's out on a hunt.

Sakem was born in a far away land, among the Ba, a tribe of shape shifters. They were a kind people with a love for all life, man and animal. Sakem's parents tried to teach them their ways, but there was always something off about him. He would talk by himself, have unexplained outbursts of rage, and many of the other children were scared of him. They loved their child nonetheless and he tried to become more like them. He tried to gain love for people the way he loved beasts, but he had great difficulty with it. When he reached the age of 10, his tribe was attacked by a larger, stronger tribe. They slaughtered the warriors and the elderly and took everyone who couldn't fight as slaves. Sakem, who was already growing into a pretty young man, was ripped away from his mother, given a golden collar, and brought to serve the dominating tribe's chief and family in their home. The chief was not a pleasant man, but he rarely called on Sakem to do his chores, much preferring the company of the young female servants. The chief's children, however, were not like their father and made living in slavery bearable.

The prince and the princess were named Amun and Drama and they were kind to Sakem. They were around his age and treated him more as a brother than a servant. As they grew older, they became his only friends and his only sanity, keeping his mind from completely breaking every time he shouted out for his parents. He grew especially close to Amun, who knew exactly how to soothe him during his random bursts of aggression. When he turned 16, Sakem was not only proclaimed as their servant, but their personal bodyguard and received training from the tribe's warriors in combat. This new tribe became his home. He adopted their gods, dressed as they did, and, though it was forbidden, was in love with one of his captors. But, that didn't last.

A new, mysterious force appeared and destroyed the tribe, reducing them to nothing but ash and rubble. Sakem fought valiantly to protect Amun and Drama, but he was eventually overcome and forced to watch his new family die. He was shattered. Turned captive once more, they placed him on a ship and took him overseas to the strange land the invaders were from. When they got off the boat, he escaped his bonds and slaughter the entire crew. Impressed with his skill, a bounty hunter working for the Dark Lord took him in and taught him many things. Within several years, Sakem surpassed his master and became the one of the Dark Lord's personal hunters and assassins.

Name:
Kathryn

Titles:
Kathryn is mostly known as Kat to people she gets to know. But for people she doesn't know, there are few titles she is okay with. Sir, trooper, Ma'am, or even just Kathryn.

Age:
27

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

Appearance:
Kathryn stands at about five foot ten inches with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. Her hair is cut extremely short as it is easier to move in combat with short hair and it is less likely to get grabbed like that. For the most part she wears her Medium armor that includes her chest place, her covered helmet, a light chainmail armor underneath, and metal arm and leg pads for additional protection.

When not wearing the armor she has a stronger then average build to herself and she stands tall with pride and like she is ready for battle at a moments notice. Anyone that pays attention can notice parts of her body have several scars. Some scars are from blades, some from operations, some from burns, and some are too hard to tell. Anyone that spends enough time with her will notice her left arm moves noticeably slower then her right arm, which is why she primarily uses it for defensive uses.

On her right arm the word "Traitor" is branded into her arm. The language is similar to common elvish.

Personality:
Kathryn puts on the appearance of being a complete loyal soldier to her cause, no fear, no emotions, and no remorse for anyone. She acts strict and determined whenever she is in public. Though when she is caught off guard or she is not in view of the public is it easy to tell she is a total softy. She enjoys other people being happy, she likes to relax, and she gets cheerful at what seems like every little things. She also tends to get very protective of things she thinks needs protection, and people that she believes are innocent and are close to her.

Weapons:
Kathryn being the trained warrior as she is, carries a small armory with her at any given time.

*She carries a well used one handed sword that despite its many uses over the years is still a decent blade

*She also has a shield that is designed to be... well a shield. And despite not technically being a weapon, she can still kick some ass with it.

*A small knife that is light enough and balanced enough to be used as a throwing knife.

Skills/Magic:
*Kathryn is a skilled fighter, being trained most of her childhood to fight as a warrior there are few things she can't take on in direct combat. Those exceptions being ranged weapons with a piercing ability, explosions, magic, and anything that is simply too big to be effected by a mace getting thumped on it's head.

*Kathryn with out her armor and gear would be relatively fast and more then reasonably strong. Though since she doesn't take off her armor much she tends to be a lot slower then she actually is. Her gear also tends to hinder her agility in fighting, but she figures between her skill and her armor it is worth it.

*Kathryn despite not working well with magic, she has an ability to learn languages extremely fast. For example, if she were to listen to a couple people talking for a half hour or so she would be able to speak the basics of it. If she were to see writing of it she would be able to read and write it with in a couple hours, for more complicated languages she would need to spend more time hearing it then more simple ones or ones that are not similar to the ones she knows.

History:
Kathryn was raised in a a clan that focused on training the best soldiers it could. In doing so Kathryn was born and raised as one of the top students in her class. The clan itself was intended to just provide protection to communities in exchange for food, but in recent years the terms changed. When the front lines of the war were getting closer and closer to the area of influence for her clan, the leaders made a choice. They decided to pull every student who was close enough to have finished training and enlisted every student and soldier for a raid of the surrounding villages and towns to find food and supplies needed to become nomadic. Kathryn was one of those students.

When the orders were given there was a conflict of morals within the war clan. While most were fine with stocking up to find a better defensive position to fight at the cost of the surrounding communities, a portion did not agree and a large internal conflict erupted halting the raids long enough for the Dark Lord's armies to catch up to the towns. What forces remained of Kathryn's clan were too weak to fend off against the Dark Lord's forces. Soon anyone that was left scattered or joined ranks with the armies of Darkness with no other real options for survival left.

Kathryn fled after the conflicts ended and ran as deep into the free world as she could. As a young cadet she didn't have much going for her other then incomplete training and the few possessions she still have left to her name. She eventually got too tired and sick to keep moving, and found herself in a ditch dying. By morning the locals who found her had brought her in and nurtured her back to health. By the time she was back to full strength the army of Darkness had arrived, she along with the town's few defenders decided to hold them back while the town evacuated. Though successful this time she got stuck in an endless loop of fighting the dark armies, running as far as she could, getting sick, and being brought back to health. Or fighting more to survive.

Eventually she met up with a large group of refugees and started traveling with them. Assisting where she could, and rebuilding her strength so she could eventually face The Dark Lord's Armies with out having to run away. And to help turn the tide of the war. With her makeshift training and her experience in combat, she wonders the front lines causing damage where ever she can do it. In her current days she will team up with pretty close to anyone who is fighting against the dark lord, until they are done fighting, or everyone else has died off.

Other:
Kathryn has a fear of water, she can't swim well at all.