Name: Raadia

Sex: Female

Race: Djinn

Age: 97

Appearance:
Raadia is Djinn, and as such, she is prone to shapeshifting. In her own preferred form, she appears as a woman dressed in red clothing.

Religion: Raadia follows the Path of the Sacred Flame, although not exactly in an orthodox fashion.

Backstory: Raadia spent her first years travelling the Barrens with a nomadic band of Djinni merchants, stopping at the fringes of settled civilization to trade and broker with human cities. She was given a basic education in magic and shape-shifting at twenty, as is custom for Djinni children. Once she passed her first tests, she was sent to the hidden city of Vargos to further train in magic. Although she spent all of her required twenty years at the institution, she did not prove a talent in any magic except shape-shifting, which she excelled at. Presented to the Red Council at fifty-three, they denied her an extended stay in the city and relegated to the same merchant band that she was born into.

Raadia did not take this rejection well. She snuck into the exalted halls of the Elder Ones after the black sun had set, stealing ten of the oldest souls stored within. Knowing the heavy price of her blasphemous act, she attempted to flee the city before anyone took note of the theft, but she was discovered by a watcher of Vargos. The watcher cast a spell to annihilate Raadia, but she was able to deflect it at the last moment. She escaped, but the magic seared into her flesh and marked her as a traitor to the Red Council and to the Sacred Flame. She ran far from the sifting city, far from the barrens, and far from her family.

Raadia spent the next thirty years in hiding, moving from place to place in a desperate attempt to keep the souls in her own hands and away from the Watchers that had been dispatched to obliterate her. They found on the eve of her eighty-fifth year, committing to a duel and forcing her to retreat yet again. She spent three of the souls merely keeping the watchers at bay, and collapsed outside the walls of Zal Drudakk. The young master of the tower, Zalhedias, ordered her brought into the city, knowing that the Djinn watchers are forbidden from entering a city other than ancient Vargos. Raadia gave him the rest of her stolen souls as thanks for saving her life and pledged her service to his throne.

She became a spy for Zalhedias, keeping tabs and reporting on his many enemies. She spent years of her life entrenched in the courts of the elves, the humans, and even some of the undead. When she returned from a particularly murderous mission in Zelamoyod, she discovered that the master of Zal Drudakk had finally found a use for her stolen souls. The army of Zalheider was created, and when the finest soldiers rose from their ranks, Zalhedias placed her in a special unit dedicated to the destruction of all other contenders to the prophecy that he believed belonged to him.

Motivation: Raadia wants to survive, and so, she's chosen the faction that she sees as the most likely to win.

Magic: Some fire magic. The spells cast that marked her as an adolescent have marred her ability to extensively use the arcane arts.

Skills/Strengths: Raadia is a Djinn, and so, she is able to change her appearance incredibly easily. She is able to use magic as well, albeit not as effectively as others of her kind.

Weaknesses: Raadia is fairly arrogant in her ability to deceive, and as such, she underestimates most of her enemies. The patterns that were burned into her skin by the Watchers stay with her in every form, and although she is very good at covering them up, they can sometimes cause her trouble.

Gear: Her red clothes, pistol, and dagger.

Other: Nothin'

Character Sheet:
Name: Everil Malapharius Carne
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Age: 140
Appearance: i.imgur.com/poTog85.png
Religion: None
Backstory: The eldest son of a prominent military family in Gennebeuge - the lands that would later become Zal Drudakk - Everil was drilled in the art of war from a very young age, with the expectation that one day he would become a respected general like his father. But while he certainly demonstrated a natural flair for combat and leadership, the young boy grew to see the conventional military as a very limited, and began to show an interest in less orthodox subjects. Still, when he came of age, he entered the army as the Lieutenant of a fairly respectable infantry regiment, and showed considerable promise as an officer. Much to the disdain of his father, though, Everil began to devote his spare time towards the study of magic, gradually gravitating towards the darker branches of the sorcerous craft.

By the time civil war erupted in Gennebeuge, Everil had risen to the rank of Lieutenant-Colonel, commanding a full battalion of musketeers. His aptitude for the dark arts had also grown considerably – ostensibly in secret, although rumours circulated suggesting various foul and disturbing things. The Lieutenant-Colonel’s first battle came shortly after the conflict began, where forces loyal to the king, Everil included, found themselves surrounded and outnumbered in a small town by supporters of his bastard brother. The encircled army fought bravely, but in the end were worn down and wiped out to a man.

A week later, strange tales began to spread regarding events inside the occupied town – mysterious disappearances and deaths, and terrifying sightings of walking corpses. Sure enough, the enemy army was rapidly falling victim to relentless undead attacks, forcing them to abandon their posts and retreat. Encouraged by the news, the king’s loyalist forces sent a detachment of troops to reclaim the town. What they saw astonished them. Marching out of the now-liberated settlement, a small company of rotting soldiers, muskets clutched in their skeletal arms, formed up in front of the living troops. From within their midst, Everil, noticeably gaunt and pallid, came forward and explained to the allied officers how he had reclaimed the town from the enemy’s grasp.

Far from being celebrated for his remarkable victory, however, Everil was immediately taken prisoner, awaiting court-martial for his use of necromancy, a branch of sorcery outlawed in Gennebeuge. With no choice but to escape and go into hiding, the dark mage slipped out of his prison and fled north into the mountains.

Over the next century, Everil spent his time tirelessly practicing and improving his necromantic powers, as well as carving out an almost-palatial mountain lair – with the aid of his undead slaves, of course. By the time the Dark Lord Zalheidas took power, and Gennebeuge became Zal Drudakk, the former officer was now strong enough to raise whole legions of walking corpses and command them to do his bidding. Descending finally from the mountains, the necromancer approached and pledged his allegiance to the Dark Lord, promising to aid him in his planned conquest of all Hethras.

Motivation: Everil desires power and wealth, as do most, but that is not his only motive. He has come to believe that the world could legitimately be made a far better place if necromancy was tolerated and the undead were more widely utilised – manual labour, warfare, and other such unpleasant tasks could be carried out by the deceased, while the living would be free to devote their time to the pursuit of knowledge and pleasure. As the only major player who does not despise necromancy, the Dark Lord is a natural ally towards achieving such ends.
Magic: Everil is a powerful necromancer, capable of raising and controlling legions of undead warriors, communing with the spirits of the deceased, and extending his own lifespan indefinitely.
Skills/Strengths: Aside from his magical abilities, Everil is a skilled leader and strategist, as well as being knowledgeable in a wide array of academic disciplines.
Weaknesses: The magics used to prolong his own life have left him somewhat lacking in physical strength – while certainly not a cripple, Everil would not fare well in feats of athleticism.
Gear: Clothes and hat (shown in picture), overcoat lined with steel plates, undead horse, various books & grimoires etc., crystal ball, money, food & water, tent, maps, a pair of flintlock pistols with silver bullets and a sabre for personal defence, a regiment of skeleton musketeers with an attached company of skeleton riflemen, all with bayonets, along with the powder and shot to keep them fighting.
Other: He can raise more undead than just that regiment, but it would be silly if he travelled with a huge horde all the time. All supplies and heavy/bulky items e.g. food, water, books etc. are carried by his skeleton troops when travelling.

Character Sheet:
Name: Harald Zalheidasson
Sex: Male
Race: Zalheider
Age: 12 (was created as a fully-grown adult)
Appearance:
Religion: Zalheiderism. Harald and his fellow Zalheiders believe that the Dark Lord Zalheidas is a living god born of a mortal woman and a djinn. The history concerning the creation of the Zalheider race has been retold as holy truth.
Backstory: Harald is one of the first-generation Zalheiders to be successfully made - we don't talk about the failures beforehand. The first Zalheiders were created when Zalheidas took the souls of Djinni, split them and altered them to suit his will before placing them in new bodies fashioned from the flesh of other races. While Zalheidas did not succeed in combining the ferocity and strength of Vaskr, the fearlessness of elves, the magic of Djinni, the cunning of Arachnae, and the adaptiveness of humans into one race, the Zalheiders made excellent soldiers.
After going through training, he joined the army of Zal Drudakk and soon showed himself to be a paragon of the ferocity and discipline that the Zalheider race would soon come to be known for. Despite finding himself in a variety of units that were often thrown into the bloodiest parts of battles, Harald not only survived but showed himself to be practically fearless. After one battle where he took charge after his commanding officers had been killed, he came to the attention of his superiors.
Rather than advance him as an officer, his superiors thought that his talents were better suited for other work. He was transferred to the Storm Hussars, a force of shock cavalry often used to break the will of wavering enemy forces. It was in this role that he caught the attention of the Dark Lord Zalheidas himself and was permitted to take the surname of Zalheidasson.
When the prophecy first surfaced and Zalheidas saw the need for a force of killers to carry out his will, Harald was one of the first to be chosen. After he had slaughtered a number of plucky youths - along with more imposing adversaries, a champion arose whom all thought to be the Chosen One. Now, Harald and his comrades are ready to hunt down every last hero and eviscerate them.
Motivation: His undying loyalties to the Dark Lord leave no need for any other reason for motivation. Even so, the promise of wealth, respect, fame and power is a nice icing on the cake.
Magic: Slight magical resistance due to his soul's origin.
Skills/Strengths: Brutal and effective leadership, Fearlessness, expert of the forced march, horsemanship, skill at arms and some survivalism.
Weaknesses: As a Zalheider, he has a distinct appearance and it is quite hard to blend into more mundane settings, quite stubborn once given orders, struggles with the concept of "retreat", and has no job skills other than hunting and killing.
Gear: Heavy cloak, reinforced cavalry sabre, rack of pistols across his chest(2), leather jackboots, backpack, waterskin(2), army rations, gambeson undershirt, bullwhip.
Other: Not at the moment.

Name: Zofija Halsey
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Age: 29
Appearance: Here
Religion: None
Backstory: Born in Zelamoyod to cruel and abusive parents, Zofija's childhood was far from ideal; she was cut off from the outside world, unable to make friends and to learn about many things, including morality. After years upon years of suffering, her parents sold her to agents of the Dark Lord on her 15th birthday.
The Dark Lord recognised her magical abilities soon after she came into his service; she was trained intensely for years, though the Lord was much more supportive in her learning. For the first time in her life, she was well-cared for, and finally had somebody to look up to. Once she had fully understood her own powers, she was a completely willing servant of the Lord.
Motivation: To serve the Dark Lord as best she can.
Magic: The ability to warp reality using psychic powers.
Skills/Strengths: She excels in using psychology to get what she wants; the use of violence isn't a first resort, though she's not afraid to get her hands dirty. In addition, she can warp reality, such as making things appear out of nothing, or making people think that illusuions are reality.
Weaknesses: Because of her undying loyalty to the Dark Lord, she is willing to do whatever he tells her to, even if her orders go against her own best interests. She's also not very trusting or trustworthy; the Lord comes first - everyone else is secondary to her.
Gear: Some nice clothes, a small knife and a pistol
Other: None

Name: Finnegan “Ripper” Tiberius
Sex: Male
Race: Human, Caucasian
Age: 45
Appearance: Eyes: Green
Hair: Silvery-white
Demeanor: quiet, when human.
Height, Human: 6’7”
Height, Wolf: 7’3”
Religion: Hecataath
Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Backstory: North of the Dogiate of Cantazzaro, nestled between The Twilight Crags, there is a great and ferocious warband called The Iron Tide; a mismatched army of Elves, Humans, and 50 werewolves called The Immortals. They raided all along the outskirts of Cantazzaro, pillaging what they could and running before the militia came. But one town was different.

Ostershire.

This is where Finnegan’s mother Eliza lived. She, and the rest of the town, were gathered in the square for a harvest festival; celebrating how bountiful it had been this year. This was the best target for The Iron Tide, so they surrounded the village, and let the Immortals close in. The townsfolk ran for the church, but they were too slow. Entering a bloodrage, the werewolves slaughtered all of them; except Eliza, she managed to avoid her death in town, and a much worse fate.
When Eliza ran from the town, a single werewolf noticed her scent trail off; and he gave chase. She ran, but in the end, he was faster, and she was taken prisoner. You see, every 15 years, all the marauder armies gather in The Twilight crags to allow their Immortals to repopulate. In the valley between 3 mountains, there lies a massive steel cage where the armies keep all their prisoners; the men too weak to fight, and the women that the soldiers captured. At the beginning of the day, all the werewolves rushed into the cage, devouring the men; and raping the women. For 8 hours, the Immortals bred, and the wails from the cages cast a blood-curdling dirge over the steppes.
Then Finnegan was born. Eliza did not survive the birth, after being brutally beaten by the werewolves; So he was raised by One-eyed Jack, the leader of the Iron Tide. Being a hereditary werewolf, Finnegan was trained in unarmed and bastard sword combat, knife throwing, and scent tracking.With the raping of his mother still relatively fresh in his mind, he took out his trauma and anger on raid victims, often leaving them sodomised and psychologically broken. After 17 years of this, he had been honed into the sharpest blade of malice the world had ever seen. With his training done, he murdered Jack; and led the Iron Tide to raid the capital, permanently crippling the Dogiate.
Until one day, he stopped, disappearing from the Tide. Now he works for whoever he chooses, sowing chaos and destruction in their name until he gets bored and moves on, starting the cycle anew.

Motivation: Women, and slaughter

Magic: Lycanthropy. All other magic is for COWARDS

Skills/Strengths: Lockpicking, Knife throwing, able to transform certain body parts to werewolf bits whenever he needs, logical, stitching (flesh or fabric), minor alchemy knowledge, adept smith

Weaknesses: Absolute psychopath, serial rapist, looks down on magic users somewhat, thinks he’s invincible, wrathful, sadistic, reckless

Gear: Leather riding coat, weighted throwing knives(3), steel-toe jackboots, leather fingerless gloves, medium bandages(2), small backpack, waterskin(2), some ye olde beefe jerky, small book of common herbs, 15 gold pieces, stitching needle with tough thread, set of lockpicks, cold iron bastard sword, double-barreled flintlock pistol, steel buckler, 12 oz flask of Arachnae blood

Other: Finnegan will (secretly) designate 2 people in his group that are the highest priority and the lowest priority of staying alive. Where as the highest one has the utmost importance in his eyes (for any reason), he may deem them more valuable than the rest and thus he will go out of his way to make sure they live. The opposite can be said about the lowest, which is usually ranged spellcaster.