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Elyde Lorcan
Female LeadName: Elyde Lorcan
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
Alignment: Neutral Good (bordering on Lawful Good)
Magic: Basic first-aid healing, simple light conjuration
Occupation: Dragon Hunter
Personality: Efficient, self-assured, and determined, Elyde Lorcan is a woman with goals. She knows what she needs to do to achieve her goals, and she strides towards them without pause. She mostly lives her firm exterior, but sometimes a softer side will emerge, particularly towards children and animals. Injustice and cruelty towards the innocent will earn her ire much more quickly than any punch or insult thrown her way. She finds peace and solace in the open wilderness, rather than in the people around her.
Appearance: Taller and more muscled than the average woman, Elyde prides herself in keeping her warrior's body fit. She has a determined cast to her brows and eyes, high cheekbones, and a solid jaw. Her eyes are gray; her ash-blond hair is shoulder length and usually worn loose, but a leather helm keeps it out of her face when she goes into battle. She wears leather armor and a breastplate, the metal intentionally made dull so as to not catch the light. She is never without her dual short swords at her sides or her composite bow across her back, all of which are spelled to be resistant to weathering.
History: When Elyde was eight, her village was attacked and destroyed by a dragon. Sheer chance left her the sole survivor, and she slowly made her way alone to the nearest town, twenty miles away. There she was taken in by an elderly couple and raised. Determined to never be a victim again, she fell in with the few soldiers posted there, learning the art of bow and sword.
At fourteen years of age, she left her adoptive family to receive formal training in the city. She was recruited by scouts rather than soldiers, as her talents lay more in agility and wilderness craft than in force and city structure. At eighteen, her talents had grown impressive enough to earn her a spot in an elite group of dragon hunters, the finest warriors in all the lands.
Now she hunts the dragons who killed her family and slaughtered her village, and there could be no greater calling in her life.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
Alignment: Neutral Good (bordering on Lawful Good)
Magic: Basic first-aid healing, simple light conjuration
Occupation: Dragon Hunter
Personality: Efficient, self-assured, and determined, Elyde Lorcan is a woman with goals. She knows what she needs to do to achieve her goals, and she strides towards them without pause. She mostly lives her firm exterior, but sometimes a softer side will emerge, particularly towards children and animals. Injustice and cruelty towards the innocent will earn her ire much more quickly than any punch or insult thrown her way. She finds peace and solace in the open wilderness, rather than in the people around her.
Appearance: Taller and more muscled than the average woman, Elyde prides herself in keeping her warrior's body fit. She has a determined cast to her brows and eyes, high cheekbones, and a solid jaw. Her eyes are gray; her ash-blond hair is shoulder length and usually worn loose, but a leather helm keeps it out of her face when she goes into battle. She wears leather armor and a breastplate, the metal intentionally made dull so as to not catch the light. She is never without her dual short swords at her sides or her composite bow across her back, all of which are spelled to be resistant to weathering.
History: When Elyde was eight, her village was attacked and destroyed by a dragon. Sheer chance left her the sole survivor, and she slowly made her way alone to the nearest town, twenty miles away. There she was taken in by an elderly couple and raised. Determined to never be a victim again, she fell in with the few soldiers posted there, learning the art of bow and sword.
At fourteen years of age, she left her adoptive family to receive formal training in the city. She was recruited by scouts rather than soldiers, as her talents lay more in agility and wilderness craft than in force and city structure. At eighteen, her talents had grown impressive enough to earn her a spot in an elite group of dragon hunters, the finest warriors in all the lands.
Now she hunts the dragons who killed her family and slaughtered her village, and there could be no greater calling in her life.
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Name: Aric Kel’lor
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Rogue
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Occupation: Primarily Head Cook on sailing vessel but also Assistant to Quartermaster on certain issues pertaining to foodstuff.
Abilities: Stealth/Subterfuge, Sleight of hand, Lockpicking, Trap sense, and Alchemy (specifically poisons)
Magic: Aric has no inherent magical abilities but rather an enchanted “Elemental Rapier” which imbues the blade with fire, ice, or electricity based on a single word in the Draconic language related to a specific element. This can only happen twice a day.
Personality: For the most part, Aric is a good kid, confident, headstrong, and doesn’t mind lending a hand to a friend or stranger. His extrovertedness can be a bit overbearing to some as he does enjoy being the center of attention, specifically when he gets to show off his swordsmanship. He’s outspoken on just about every topic that doesn’t agree with him (and will clearly let you know it), and will rarely ever “go with the flow” unless he just doesn’t care enough to swim against the current. He loves a good adventure and will almost always go searching for one if given enough freedom, especially if fortune awaits on the other side.
Appearance: Slightly taller and leaner frame than the average human male, Aric’s facial features are defined and angular, while his timeless youthful visage leans more so toward his elven half, giving a slightly androgynous appearance if one isn’t paying much attention. His hair is dark, unkempt, generally short because who really has time to deal with long flowing locks? However, in certain less hospitable regions of the world, his slightly pointed ears tend to draw more attention than he wants, regardless of whether or not he invited the attention himself. And the scar, across the right side of his face is a reminder that even he isn’t untouchable.
History: Adopted by a lower middle-class human family, Aric had spend most of his youth exploring the mines and rocky cliffs that comprised the entirety of his home terrain, craving adventure beyond what his young eyes could see despite the growing dangers of dragon attacks. Both his parents worked as career miners and agriculturalists, helping to discover new and innovative ways of utilizing the otherwise scarce resources at their disposal as well as efficient harvesting methods. Aric, however, wanted nothing to do with that life. Call it youthful arrogance, or simply boredom over the same daily routines, but the boy could rarely go a day without mention of the “high seas". His father blamed his son's unpredictable and highly curious behavior on the elvish blood that mixed with his human, always waging an internal battle to see who'd come out on top. It seemed the nature of the elf was succeeding.
At age thirteen, with just a small bag packed, Aric made the bold choice of leaving, but without anyone's consent, sneaking onto a supply and mercenary vessel set to leave immediately. The only proof he’d not been kidnapped was a letter to his kin in which he said his goodbyes, vowing to one day return.
The boy hid as best he could, but the deception only worked for so long, and the stowaway was eventually discovered by the crew, who threatened to toss him overboard. However, the captain had other plans, and quickly put the kid to work as a “cabin boy” on just about any odd job in and around the ship to pay his way. Weeks turned into months as the ship made its way from one port to another dropping off supplies and soldiers to help with relief efforts. With each day the boy grew stronger, more nimble, and was taught not only his way around the ship, but unarmed as well as melee combat by his crew mates, who eventually warmed up to their young protege. His position took a lateral slide as he moved to the ship’s assistant cook, learning the ins and outs of hunting, catching, cleaning, and finally preparing each meal for as many crew members as it would take.
By eighteen years of age, Aric had become not only an accomplished combatant and fisherman, but cook as well, taking on the lead position and utilizing what he'd learned to assist the Quartermaster in stretching out rations and conserving water on board. He also gained the appropriate knowledge of dragons and how to effectively fight them, or at the very least, survive long enough to fight them again.
He found that his thoughts wandered from time to time on his home, hoping that both of his parents were well, but rarely had any inclination to return for good. It was the freedom of the open seas that called each day, and he answered with arms wide.
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Rogue
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Occupation: Primarily Head Cook on sailing vessel but also Assistant to Quartermaster on certain issues pertaining to foodstuff.
Abilities: Stealth/Subterfuge, Sleight of hand, Lockpicking, Trap sense, and Alchemy (specifically poisons)
Magic: Aric has no inherent magical abilities but rather an enchanted “Elemental Rapier” which imbues the blade with fire, ice, or electricity based on a single word in the Draconic language related to a specific element. This can only happen twice a day.
Personality: For the most part, Aric is a good kid, confident, headstrong, and doesn’t mind lending a hand to a friend or stranger. His extrovertedness can be a bit overbearing to some as he does enjoy being the center of attention, specifically when he gets to show off his swordsmanship. He’s outspoken on just about every topic that doesn’t agree with him (and will clearly let you know it), and will rarely ever “go with the flow” unless he just doesn’t care enough to swim against the current. He loves a good adventure and will almost always go searching for one if given enough freedom, especially if fortune awaits on the other side.
Appearance: Slightly taller and leaner frame than the average human male, Aric’s facial features are defined and angular, while his timeless youthful visage leans more so toward his elven half, giving a slightly androgynous appearance if one isn’t paying much attention. His hair is dark, unkempt, generally short because who really has time to deal with long flowing locks? However, in certain less hospitable regions of the world, his slightly pointed ears tend to draw more attention than he wants, regardless of whether or not he invited the attention himself. And the scar, across the right side of his face is a reminder that even he isn’t untouchable.
History: Adopted by a lower middle-class human family, Aric had spend most of his youth exploring the mines and rocky cliffs that comprised the entirety of his home terrain, craving adventure beyond what his young eyes could see despite the growing dangers of dragon attacks. Both his parents worked as career miners and agriculturalists, helping to discover new and innovative ways of utilizing the otherwise scarce resources at their disposal as well as efficient harvesting methods. Aric, however, wanted nothing to do with that life. Call it youthful arrogance, or simply boredom over the same daily routines, but the boy could rarely go a day without mention of the “high seas". His father blamed his son's unpredictable and highly curious behavior on the elvish blood that mixed with his human, always waging an internal battle to see who'd come out on top. It seemed the nature of the elf was succeeding.
At age thirteen, with just a small bag packed, Aric made the bold choice of leaving, but without anyone's consent, sneaking onto a supply and mercenary vessel set to leave immediately. The only proof he’d not been kidnapped was a letter to his kin in which he said his goodbyes, vowing to one day return.
The boy hid as best he could, but the deception only worked for so long, and the stowaway was eventually discovered by the crew, who threatened to toss him overboard. However, the captain had other plans, and quickly put the kid to work as a “cabin boy” on just about any odd job in and around the ship to pay his way. Weeks turned into months as the ship made its way from one port to another dropping off supplies and soldiers to help with relief efforts. With each day the boy grew stronger, more nimble, and was taught not only his way around the ship, but unarmed as well as melee combat by his crew mates, who eventually warmed up to their young protege. His position took a lateral slide as he moved to the ship’s assistant cook, learning the ins and outs of hunting, catching, cleaning, and finally preparing each meal for as many crew members as it would take.
By eighteen years of age, Aric had become not only an accomplished combatant and fisherman, but cook as well, taking on the lead position and utilizing what he'd learned to assist the Quartermaster in stretching out rations and conserving water on board. He also gained the appropriate knowledge of dragons and how to effectively fight them, or at the very least, survive long enough to fight them again.
He found that his thoughts wandered from time to time on his home, hoping that both of his parents were well, but rarely had any inclination to return for good. It was the freedom of the open seas that called each day, and he answered with arms wide.
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