Personality
Nano’s a nice kid, a ball of tranquil optimism despite the strange world he’s found himself in. An avid reader, he always carries a thick, leather-bound book with himself, making it a habit of his to read it early every morning and every night. He’s a bit protective of his possessions, really, and though he’s always willing to help people, he’s rarely willing to ‘give to’ people. A person who enjoys relying on himself the most, Nano prefers walking to riding, citing how they effectively have unlimited time anyways, and operates on his own pace, with deadlines and meeting times acting as a suggestion rather than a rule. A freespirited young lad, Nano’s singular objective is to have fun in this odd world, even if his definition of fun may be at odds with his cherubic appearance.

Sometimes, it feels like he’s trying a bit too hard though. But at what, no one knows.

Background
An ordinary child, living in an industrial world devoid of silence. The gears were always turning, the stacks were already billowing, and the night was always bright with incandescent stars. He found solace in his father’s study, even when the best books were too precious to be unlocked from their glass cabinets, and when he grew older, found joy in the workshop in the basement, where boxes sang songs and cogs danced with precise elegance. Those were pleasant, fleeting times, made all the more beautiful as his small world expanded to encompass those around him as well.

The envy of every eye, the treasure of his mind. His dearest possession, now that the genuine article is forever out of reach, now that every day seeps away more of those sepia vignettes.

He never wanted to find himself in a new world, but then again, he never ever got anything he wanted to begin with.

Talents
Bushwhacking
Fixing Clocks and Music Boxes
Eating Weird Food
Improvising Writing Tools

Equipment
Sanitary Bootknife
Old Leather Chestguard

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Name: Korrey Brooks
Age: 21
Wishword: "Alive"
Personality: Korrey is, despite his rather intimidating physique, literally one of the kindest people you'll likely ever meet. Energetic, honest to a fault, always willing to lend people a hand if they need it and trusting of nearly anyone he meets, most people who get to start to get to know Korrey would think that he couldn't possibly hurt a fly. That is, until you see him get into a fight, which shouldn't be long because if there is one thing that Korrey loves to do, it's fight. Not something controlled and managed, like martial arts or wrestling, but full out-and-out brawling that leaves one or both people battered, bruised, and bloody.

He couldn't tell you what it is about a good brawl that gets him so excited that it can honestly be a little terrifying, especially with how unabashedly brutal he can be in a fight. Growing up as part of a gang, Korrey doesn't really abide by many codes fo honor and is more than willing to sink to low blows, crotch shots, and more in order to gain whatever edge he can, even if it means possibly injuring himself in order to do so.

Appearance: Standing at an imposing 6'6, Korrey's solid frame cuts a rather intimidating figure, something that isn't helped by the scars he's gathered across his body from numerous altercations with rival gang members and just general daredevil antics that he commits often in his search for that sweet adrenaline rush. Often dressed in a dirty looking jacket, ripped jeans, and very worn looking graphic tee. Underneath the jacket, one will find a number of tattoos inked upon Korrey's arms that, along with hid dyed red hair, is one of the few bits of self-expression he shows. The tattoo's also spread onto his torso area a little bit as well.

Talents: Due to his time running with a gang, Korrey has learned a few tricks here and there. The most notable here would probably that he isn't that bad with his hands, able to lockpick most doors he's come across within5-15 seconds with the proper tools. He's also very athletic, having participated in track and field when he still went to school, as well as some parkour(which is how he got a good chunk of his scars as well). He's also pretty good at driving a motorcycle, tho that probably won't come up too often.

Background:Korrey is no one special, and throughout his life that is what he's told people only to have him think he's merely being humble or modest. And while there is some truth to that, Korrey having never been one to brag, Korrey is really just that pessimisitc about his own life. He's just another kid growing up in a shit neighborhood ith no father in the household, a stressed mom trying to keep them both of the streets, and more free time than he knows what to do with. And while for some this situation makes them want to try and rise above their roots, to struggle and strive to beat expectations, to prove themselves as something more than just another statistic, Korrey just. . . accepted it. For him, there was really no point in looking to the future, so he only cared to live in the moment. There was never forethought on what consequences his actions could have, no voice cautioning him about repercussions, only the act of living in the moment and doing everything in his power to help others live their lives to the fullest as well.

And such his life went about as could be expected, a wild ride of camaraderie, bad decisions, and reckless actions that led to a sudden( and in his eyes, inevitable) end as he found himself on the wrong side of a gun barrel. Two shots later, and Korrey left this world bleeding out in a back alley alone, left by his so-called friends as soon as they heard the calls of sirens. Some tried to stay behind to help him, only to be taken away by others for fear of what they might say if they got caught. And yet, despite this, Korrey felt no ill-will towards his former friends as he watched them leave at a break\neck pace down the back alley streets. Why would he?

He was no one special. No one special at all.
Equipment: Bloodstained White Robes
Aged Wood Staff

Name:

Jacob Foster

Age:

25

Wishword:

I want to be Extraordinary.

Personality:

Jacob is full of regrets. Whether through his own failings or a matter of circumstances beyond his control, he never was happy compromising or just trying to relax and enjoy what fate had given him. It comes across as a need and desire to be involved. He's always restlessness to go out, to learn more, to be a part, to do something that matters. He relishes in achievement, lusts for success, and favors those moments in the spotlight, but they never last long enough. He wants to be great, but is only average. He dreams of being more than what he is.

When it comes to dealing with others, he acts a bit like a teacher. Calm, collected, not particularly charismatic, but kind and approachable with a warm smile and a thoughtful compliment. Trying to mentor, learn from, and teach others from his findings and experiences. He had to settle for his current predicament and he took his profession to heart. He wants others to have the chances he never did. He would describe himself as a bit of an extrovert and gets lonely very easily.

Appearance:

His frame is a bit frail, and he always seems to be cold to the touch, like the wind blowing right through him.

Talents:

Academic - A firm understanding of the sciences, math, literature.
Bibliophile - Reading books, even fiction, might give him more insight and inspire different courses of action.
Dabbler - Meaning he has had a least a hand in a whole bunch of different skills
Camping - From his boy scout days
Fantasy Nerd - Tolkein, Rowling, Martin, including some table top, he's read them all
Retrospective - He has a talent of using past events and experiences as ways to assist him in the present, ie he learns from his mistakes.

Background:

Ever since he was a kid, Jacob thought he was meant for great things. He thought he could be an athlete, then he developed asthma and nearsightedness, cutting him from sports. He thought he would be a doctor or a great thinker. Days and days of studying, and he's only a B+ student. Maybe he'd be great at working with people. He had to get a job in high school to help his parents, meaning he always missed out on the parties or other events that someone would look back fondly on.

Okay... maybe he would find success and a career in college, get a degree and get a great job. Recession hit, job market was crap, student debt piled up, he had to go from contract job to contract job of mind numbing desk work before going back to school to be accredited to become a teacher. He couldn't afford to go to medical school, and he needed something that would offer medical benefits. A labor job was right out, so- teacher it had to be. At least he would finally get his summer's back even if he was always making ends meat.

With fate that spurned him at every turn he tried to do something, anything to add some semblance of control to a life that seemed to pigeon hole him into a existence of mediocrity. Boy Scouts, College Clubs, Volunteer Work, Self-Help Books, Internships, Tabletop Role Playing for Friends and partially escape. No one can say he didn't try to at least to make a difference.

Equipment:
Dagger Like Shard from a Crystal Ball
Ratty Robes

Name: Ann-Katrin Bennewitz

Age: 20

Wishword: Fulfilled

Personality:
Ann is usually relaxed, at peace, and knows how to appear self-confident, even though she isn’t the type to believe strongly in herself. Her serious neutral expression and dedication to her set goals are what prevent others from being able to term her laid-back or easy-going. She is rather easy to talk to and generally enjoys company, though tries to avoid drama and isn’t often interested in gossip. Kat is consistently polite, does her best not to judge others, would describe herself as a good listener, and has just enough genuine interest in others that she has not yet suffered for friendship. Katrin is actually a bit of a hot-head, though she believes to have enough good sense for that not to be a problem. She believes in the concept of second chances, but her vindictiveness, stubbornness, and cynicism may prevent her from putting that ideal into practice.

Appearance:
Standing at 5’8 and slim, Katrin’s appeal is only added to by her striking green eyes, a developed fashion sense, and a seemingly thoughtless grace and ease of movements. Even when feeling stressed or tense, her posture and expression rarely reveal her discomfort. Her seemingly cool and aloof demeanour when alone is an interesting contrast to her easy smiles, encouraging attitude, a rather intent focus on whomever she is speaking to, and general amiability when in company. When it comes to clothing, she prefers darker colours, trademark sneakers, enjoys patterns, and will often wear one of those pretty silk decorative scarves around her neck.

Talents:

• Agility: Ann trained gymnastics for years, and later on, she worked (part-time) in a circus for a while.
• Dancing: after quitting gymnastics in high-school, she picked up hip-hop, just to have something new and engaging to do.
• Meditation: self-taught, she learned to meditate initially just so she would be able to fall asleep more easily. Kat can now reliably de-stress almost whenever if given at least 15 minutes to herself.
• Fluent in German and English, knows a fair bit of French.
• Making quick sketches: she has a good eye for details and occasionally dabbled in drawing.

Background:
Ann was born in west Germany to somewhat over-protective but loving parents (Lucas and Aline), an older sister Elise she’d always admired, and even got a cute little brother, Timon. Her life was generally a good one; it may have been cut short, but up until then, there weren’t many tragedies to affect her heavily (ending a good friendship in a conflict and her grandmother’s death were the worst ones). Although it would be fair enough to say she was blessed with many things, she always strived to work hard and give back to the world just as much as she received from it, if not more. She eventually enrolled and became a student of business – she was never passionate about the subject but realized it would be useful. She had, perhaps naively and impulsively, decided that it was perfectly fine to simply get whatever employment, work hard for the sole purpose of being able to play hard. She wanted some success, some adventure, and some travelling; in short, a fun and purposeful life. Katrin may have died sooner than most, but is only mildly bitter about that, feeling predominately optimistic about the new world she finds herself in, whatever its nature.

Equipment:
Twin Rusted Iron Daggers
Old leather breastplate