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Quincy New Wave Genki Girl
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Ier
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Nimir
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Orena
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Siwan
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Orena
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Siwan
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Quincy New Wave Genki Girl
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Sample Character below! Also, I might play her if needs arise?
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What is your name?
Orena.
How old are you?
Nineteen! I was told I was born under the moon on a summer night, if that's important?
What is your gender?
Female.
What do you wish to be?
Mage. I studied at Grandheart's school for sorcery for two years before applying here.
What are your skills?
I have all the skills of an apprentice mage; that includes comprehension skills of fundamental arcane language, primordial rites, and how to channel magic to my benefit... in theory. My education before the seminary was pretty average for a the daughter of a successful merchant family, though I'm not sure how arithmetic or trade knowledge will come of use to the guild unless I failed as an adventurer and am better as a clerk after all... but I'll try to make sure that doesn't happen!
What is in your inventory?
I guess the most valuable thing to me is this amulet my eldest brother bought me for graduating the seminary. I don't think it's a family heirloom or anything, but it represents something important. I guess that's why I use it as my magical focus. Besides that I have my adventurer's kit and my spellbook! Some magical tools and a little bit of money. I'm pretty frugal, I guess. I also have the staff I was given after graduating.
What are you like? What do people think of you?
I don't really like talking about myself, but okay.
So, I'm kind of, like, a bookworm so I don't really have a lot of fundamental people skills? I mean, I try to be nice and polite no matter who talks to me, but arguments and rudeness kind of make me curl up into a ball. I don't know how to, like, process that kind of thing. I wouldn't say I'm a coward. I mean... I want to be an adventurer to help people, to protect them from harm, and just generally be someone people can look up to and recognize. But I'm just not very good with intimidation or people who don't act polite. My father always called me “meek” and I guess he's not completely wrong there? I want to be less meek, more brave. That's, like, one of the things the adventurer's guild is for, right? To force you out of your shell and be the best person you can be? I think I saw that on a poster somewhere.
Anyway, I was raised to be self-motivated and to treat others about the same way as I want to. I don't like hurting actual people, but monsters are things that are inherently evil so I think I can deal with the stress and the anxiety of a fight with them. Besides, as a mage I'm there to help control the battlefield and lend support to my fellow adventurers, and I can do that. I am very commited to being an adventurer. I have to be. Everyone will see that I'm not just a meek merchant's daughter who had no right learning magic and joining the adventurer's guild. I'll show them that I'm confident, assertive, and proud.
So, I'm kind of, like, a bookworm so I don't really have a lot of fundamental people skills? I mean, I try to be nice and polite no matter who talks to me, but arguments and rudeness kind of make me curl up into a ball. I don't know how to, like, process that kind of thing. I wouldn't say I'm a coward. I mean... I want to be an adventurer to help people, to protect them from harm, and just generally be someone people can look up to and recognize. But I'm just not very good with intimidation or people who don't act polite. My father always called me “meek” and I guess he's not completely wrong there? I want to be less meek, more brave. That's, like, one of the things the adventurer's guild is for, right? To force you out of your shell and be the best person you can be? I think I saw that on a poster somewhere.
Anyway, I was raised to be self-motivated and to treat others about the same way as I want to. I don't like hurting actual people, but monsters are things that are inherently evil so I think I can deal with the stress and the anxiety of a fight with them. Besides, as a mage I'm there to help control the battlefield and lend support to my fellow adventurers, and I can do that. I am very commited to being an adventurer. I have to be. Everyone will see that I'm not just a meek merchant's daughter who had no right learning magic and joining the adventurer's guild. I'll show them that I'm confident, assertive, and proud.
What are your life experiences? How did you grow up?
To speak of my childhood is rather boring, I'm afraid. I come from a family of well-traveled merchants and I've lived in the city for most of my life. The wealth I was allowed helped in my magical tuition, but I've decided rather than going back to be a merchant myself I'd like to help the people as an adventurer.
But yeah, right, I grew up in the capital city of our monarchy. My mother was a royal scholar and my father the oldest of five brothers who worked for their family's mercantile business. I have several siblings, though I'm the only one who felt like I just... I didn't want what they wanted. The tales of the hero-adventurers fighting back against the Demon King had always been something more than stories to me when I was growing up. The idea of helping people for the greater good has always appealed to me and well, those stories were the first time I could feel that I wanted more. That inkling only sort of got worse as I got older.
But, yeah, I guess you could say that I didn't really have many friends. I was way too into my books; way into understanding things even if they didn't make any sense to my parents. I wasn't into books on selling and trading, or finances in general, but like story-books and theoretical arithmetic; the kind of math wizards used to figure out spells and factors. My mother always thought I was wasting my time, but still I guess she still supported me. She's the one who applied for my instruction at a magical seminary in the city. My father, I guess, well, he didn't care. I'm the youngest daughter of a family of mostly boys, so he kind of focuses on making my brothers great while I just kind of existed.
I think I still just exist. Maybe, that's part of it? I want to be more than just a face. But also I want to be like those heroes I read about.
But yeah, right, I grew up in the capital city of our monarchy. My mother was a royal scholar and my father the oldest of five brothers who worked for their family's mercantile business. I have several siblings, though I'm the only one who felt like I just... I didn't want what they wanted. The tales of the hero-adventurers fighting back against the Demon King had always been something more than stories to me when I was growing up. The idea of helping people for the greater good has always appealed to me and well, those stories were the first time I could feel that I wanted more. That inkling only sort of got worse as I got older.
But, yeah, I guess you could say that I didn't really have many friends. I was way too into my books; way into understanding things even if they didn't make any sense to my parents. I wasn't into books on selling and trading, or finances in general, but like story-books and theoretical arithmetic; the kind of math wizards used to figure out spells and factors. My mother always thought I was wasting my time, but still I guess she still supported me. She's the one who applied for my instruction at a magical seminary in the city. My father, I guess, well, he didn't care. I'm the youngest daughter of a family of mostly boys, so he kind of focuses on making my brothers great while I just kind of existed.
I think I still just exist. Maybe, that's part of it? I want to be more than just a face. But also I want to be like those heroes I read about.
ERode A Spiny Ant
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ℑ𝔢𝔯-𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫-𝔬𝔣-𝔐𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔙𝔬𝔩𝔨𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫
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What is your name?
Ier-Briar Thorn-of-Mountain Volkovin
How old are you?
17 winters have passed since my birth.
What is your gender?
You’re seriously going to ask? Female.
What do you wish to be?
Like my father and his forebearers, I will strive to become a Shieldbearer capable of providing shelter from hellfire and shadowsteel.
What are your skills?
As a nobleman’s daughter, I am well-versed in art, languages, embroidery, music, dining etiquette, and philosophy. As my father’s daughter, I can ride as well as any man, know how to care for my own armor and weapons, and can recite our family’s pre-battle prayers from heart, no matter what situation. I will leave it up to you to consider which set of skills is more polished, considering my current vocation.
What is in your inventory?
A lion doll. …are you laughing? You’re laughing, aren’t you. No, it’s not cute. No, I don’t care about other dolls. Why would you think that? Gods above, it’s a memento you insufferable dweeb. Now come over here so I can break your shit-eating face.
What are you like? What do people think of you?
Look me in the eye. Can you tell what sort of person I am? Good.
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I have to explain anyways? For the readers? Gods, you’re insufferable.
My mother thinks I’m an uncouth, rude tomcat, a terrible example for my younger sisters. My father thought I was the son he never had, full of the fire and steel he himself had during his springtime. My sisters, unlike what my mother would like to think, adore me. And for good reason. Though some rubbish-headed academics may consider me a hot-headed brute stuck in the body of a soft woman, I am anything but that. Challenge me to a drinking contest and I’ll send you home with a face redder than the sun. Challenge me to an arm wrestling contest and I’ll send your hand straight through the table. Challenge me in anything and I’ll prove to you that I’m better.
Think I can’t? I’ll do it until I can.
My father, before he passed away, granted me the name ‘Thorn-of-Mountain’. And if I can be a thorn to even an entity as mighty as the mountains that forged my people, then you better hope you don’t find my thorns sticking into your sides. Insult me and I will break your teeth. Insult those I cherished and you better pray to the gods that’s all I’ll do.
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I have to explain anyways? For the readers? Gods, you’re insufferable.
My mother thinks I’m an uncouth, rude tomcat, a terrible example for my younger sisters. My father thought I was the son he never had, full of the fire and steel he himself had during his springtime. My sisters, unlike what my mother would like to think, adore me. And for good reason. Though some rubbish-headed academics may consider me a hot-headed brute stuck in the body of a soft woman, I am anything but that. Challenge me to a drinking contest and I’ll send you home with a face redder than the sun. Challenge me to an arm wrestling contest and I’ll send your hand straight through the table. Challenge me in anything and I’ll prove to you that I’m better.
Think I can’t? I’ll do it until I can.
My father, before he passed away, granted me the name ‘Thorn-of-Mountain’. And if I can be a thorn to even an entity as mighty as the mountains that forged my people, then you better hope you don’t find my thorns sticking into your sides. Insult me and I will break your teeth. Insult those I cherished and you better pray to the gods that’s all I’ll do.
What are your life experiences? How did you grow up?
My name is Ier-Briar Thorn-of-Mountain Volkovin, eldest daughter of Dry-Ael Blood-of-Wolf Volkovin, the Blue Fang of Alcidea, the Holder of Farrow’s Deep, who passed away bravely two winters ago against the sullen horde of Valkraza the Hollow-Hearted. I was also engaged to some guy that was apparently of good blood, but I sure hope they gave up on it after I dumped a casket of wine on him.
As for my past, you can say that I was raised like any son in a warrior-lord’s household would.
I’m a woman? Yes, I am. That’s the point. My father was for it, my mother was against it, but considering how she kept on shunting out more daughters from her womb (thank gods for that), there was really nothing she could do. The glorious Volkovin name would be besmirched if there was a generation incapable of passing on the family arts to the next, after all. Alongside other, more ‘sophisticated’ arts befitting of a lady of my own standing, I’ve also learned the warriors’ craft since I was a child, honing my skill with halberd and horse, sword and shield until I can say with confidence that I was one of the finest warriors in my age bracket.
Of course, the man my father swore a blood oath to didn’t care for womenfolk amongst the ranks of his guard, and when my father died, all my mother could think about was selling us off to the highest bidder.
Perhaps I am being a bit harsh on her. Perhaps she simply wanted what was best, even if that vision doesn’t align with my own interest.
But gods damn that conniving sow regardless.
Anyways, I took my horse, my armor, my steel and what have you, and now I’m here.
What do I planned if you turn me away?
…
Hahaha, why would you turn me away?
As for my past, you can say that I was raised like any son in a warrior-lord’s household would.
I’m a woman? Yes, I am. That’s the point. My father was for it, my mother was against it, but considering how she kept on shunting out more daughters from her womb (thank gods for that), there was really nothing she could do. The glorious Volkovin name would be besmirched if there was a generation incapable of passing on the family arts to the next, after all. Alongside other, more ‘sophisticated’ arts befitting of a lady of my own standing, I’ve also learned the warriors’ craft since I was a child, honing my skill with halberd and horse, sword and shield until I can say with confidence that I was one of the finest warriors in my age bracket.
Of course, the man my father swore a blood oath to didn’t care for womenfolk amongst the ranks of his guard, and when my father died, all my mother could think about was selling us off to the highest bidder.
Perhaps I am being a bit harsh on her. Perhaps she simply wanted what was best, even if that vision doesn’t align with my own interest.
But gods damn that conniving sow regardless.
Anyways, I took my horse, my armor, my steel and what have you, and now I’m here.
What do I planned if you turn me away?
…
Hahaha, why would you turn me away?
Burger back baby
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What is your name?
Siwan.
How old are you?
18 cycles, meaning I am allowed to be married in my village!
What is your gender?
I am most definitely a man, anshan.
What do you wish to be?
Husb-Erm, Cleric. Yes, a cleric to protect my future wife!
What are your skills?
Well, I am glad you asked! At my village, I was the best fighter out of all my age. I was trained by my father to hunt, and I was especially good at hunting chinkara. I'm very good at your language, yes? My father taught me how to be a good leader and I can lead children in a hunt! And I am an immaculate lover! Yes, that is the most important part!
What is in your inventory?
With me, I brought my chako—knife—and my marriage beads. I'm wearing them now, but when it is time, I will give them to my wife! Oh, I also brought my spear, but it broke on the way here on the bone of a weird, tiny chinkara. I only have the head of it now, but that's okay! I can always make another stick!
What are you like? What do people think of you?
Well, for starters, I am a hero! My father raised me to be brave and to always help women! I came here to become stronger and find a wife, and I never lie! So I will be strong and find a beautiful wife who I will protect! If I find something I want to protect, I will protect it to the very end! The word for this is tenacious, yes? I am that word, yes! My mother always told me to smile before she left, so there is not one day where I don't! I refuse to be sad! No matter what happens, I'll push myself to become the strongest hunter, find my wife, protect her, and make my father proud!
Shan'an say that I'm a bit loud, but I think they're wrong! They just don't have the same passion I have, anshan. They say they can't stand me, but I can't stand them! People who are afraid of passion! Some people have said I'm a bit pushy, but I'm only trying to find a wife! Of course I would do this with such passion! Men are supposed to be passionate! I will be fiery until I find my wife, then focus all of my fire on her, anshan!
Shan'an say that I'm a bit loud, but I think they're wrong! They just don't have the same passion I have, anshan. They say they can't stand me, but I can't stand them! People who are afraid of passion! Some people have said I'm a bit pushy, but I'm only trying to find a wife! Of course I would do this with such passion! Men are supposed to be passionate! I will be fiery until I find my wife, then focus all of my fire on her, anshan!
What are your life experiences? How did you grow up?
My father and my mother raised me well. Even as the youngest of eight, I was always the best! I was stronger and faster than my brothers and sisters. I was better than everyone else in the village! I was the best at kabaddi, hunting, and duties we men have! I would hunt with my father every day. He was the best hunter in the village, even though he only had one arm! He even taught me how to make spears! My mother even carved the spearhead! I wanted to become like my father, so I did my very best to learn.
I remember on my 16th cycle, my father and I went on a hunt. It was the first of my coming of age ceremonies. To hunt the great bhaloo! Skin as hard as steel, claws that slice through tree! To bring the head of one with my father. My father brought his moplah and I brought my spear. Together, we would hunt the beast. It was dangerous! After we tracked the bhaloo, we attacked it. The act of hunting a bhaloo is sacred. Only during a coming of age is a father allowed to attack one! I had to follow the ceremony. With my spear, I thrust it into its stomach as it charged me. In one swift motion, my father beheaded it, giving it a painless death! Most fathers took multiple swings to behead it! My father is strong!
But my mother. She was asvasth. But it wasn't the raakshas. We could hunt them. We could fight them. We could run away from them. Rog was more dangerous. Invisible. No matter how far you ran, rog would come for you. And it came for my mother. Her body became... nothing. She put the last beads in my hand and told me to always smile and find someone who would love me, so... I will.
I left the village a while after. My father gave me a gift of a chako. I started my yaatra to become stronger. With that power, I will make my family proud. I will do my best to make sure everyone is cared for. I will make everyone smiles, yes!
I remember on my 16th cycle, my father and I went on a hunt. It was the first of my coming of age ceremonies. To hunt the great bhaloo! Skin as hard as steel, claws that slice through tree! To bring the head of one with my father. My father brought his moplah and I brought my spear. Together, we would hunt the beast. It was dangerous! After we tracked the bhaloo, we attacked it. The act of hunting a bhaloo is sacred. Only during a coming of age is a father allowed to attack one! I had to follow the ceremony. With my spear, I thrust it into its stomach as it charged me. In one swift motion, my father beheaded it, giving it a painless death! Most fathers took multiple swings to behead it! My father is strong!
But my mother. She was asvasth. But it wasn't the raakshas. We could hunt them. We could fight them. We could run away from them. Rog was more dangerous. Invisible. No matter how far you ran, rog would come for you. And it came for my mother. Her body became... nothing. She put the last beads in my hand and told me to always smile and find someone who would love me, so... I will.
I left the village a while after. My father gave me a gift of a chako. I started my yaatra to become stronger. With that power, I will make my family proud. I will do my best to make sure everyone is cared for. I will make everyone smiles, yes!
CrystalApple Take a bite, I wont mind~
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What is your name?
Artemis.
How old are you?
Nineteen, old enough for someone to stake off for themselves isn't it?
What is your gender?
Male.
What do you wish to be?
I guess my Grandparents would have loved to see me become a Cleric, and from what I already know, it would be a goal to naturally reach next. However, I choose the path of a Hunter, an individual specialized against fighting creatures with a bow and swords. Perhaps latter I shall become a Monster Hunter like in the stories they tell despite how naive that may be... That is what I am striving to achieve.
What are your skills?
As the son in a family of herbalists, the skills that I am most versed with is my knowledge of nature, allowing me to identify a variety of plants both medicinal and poisonous. With those plants, I can create items which were of use to the villagers that we catered to, helping to reduce the number of deaths that occurred in the village.
My skill with the bow is purely a hobby that I picked up from one of my dear friends, going on small hunts with him to grab rabbits and other small game. There he passed knowledge to me on simple things about animals and how to more or less hunt them. When we were younger, he used to call them 'our adventures' that we'd go on and just have fun in the forest. In recent times though, I have been polishing it up to not only join the Adventurer's Guild but simply survive by hunting game and earn a little pocket money on the side.
My skill with the bow is purely a hobby that I picked up from one of my dear friends, going on small hunts with him to grab rabbits and other small game. There he passed knowledge to me on simple things about animals and how to more or less hunt them. When we were younger, he used to call them 'our adventures' that we'd go on and just have fun in the forest. In recent times though, I have been polishing it up to not only join the Adventurer's Guild but simply survive by hunting game and earn a little pocket money on the side.
What is in your inventory?
The most important thing I always keep on me is my pack used to gather materials as a herbalist. Things like clippers, mortar and pestle, and pouches and vials are what I use to create remedies and potions on the fly. While not impressive as a dedicated place for me to work, its enough to harvest ingredients that I find on the road for whenever the situation calls for it.
Other than that, I have a dagger on my side and a pair of sturdy gloves that goes along with the leather armor I have sitting around somewhere when I need to put it on. On my back is the ornate quiver and a decorated longbow as well that my Grandparents say that they were from my elven ancestors. Its quality is of elvish make, being far more than any other armaments that he's seen whenever he's gone to the marketplace, while nothing overtly special about them even upon visually studying it besides its decoration. It is surprisingly light and easy to handle for the bow and quiver.
Other than that, I have a dagger on my side and a pair of sturdy gloves that goes along with the leather armor I have sitting around somewhere when I need to put it on. On my back is the ornate quiver and a decorated longbow as well that my Grandparents say that they were from my elven ancestors. Its quality is of elvish make, being far more than any other armaments that he's seen whenever he's gone to the marketplace, while nothing overtly special about them even upon visually studying it besides its decoration. It is surprisingly light and easy to handle for the bow and quiver.
What are you like? What do people think of you?
Never got much time to explore who I was, or at least have enough time to enjoy the moments I was blessed with. Though I guess that's a matter of perspective...
Sorry if this feels inadequate but I'll try my best, not really good with opening up to people truthfully despite what others may say. So to start things off the village that I was raised around wasn't the best place to raise a family, not to blame my Grandparents, bless their hearts. But they were always on guard with us, probably due to our eleven blood that flowed through our veins, making us outsiders compared to them. With stories and rumors that circulated with our family that were told behind our backs as tales to keep their kids in check or harrowing stories to be passed around.
In truth we weren't much different from each other, I myself being the third generation in our family that lived here in this village. With the elven blood that our family originally possessed diluted with the birth of my grandparents who were half-elves, I only have a fraction of elvish blood in me to not even call myself an 'half' elf. We had the reputation of being wise if not a frightening family that placed our roles as 'medicine-workers' which they took advantage of whenever convenient. Paying us meager amounts for the jobs we did just to survive, but the sheer amount of work they placed on us was enough for us to stay afloat so long we stayed on schedule.
Apologies again, I should not forget to say that not everyone treated us badly, although they were few in number it was... actually heartwarming to see. A few of the adults had the wisdom to see past the narrow perspective that their neighbors had and the one or two elders who understood how important we were to the village. Besides that though, they were vastly outnumbered and spread out compared to way they were normally treated by the villagers. Some of the brave children who came to us, we usually saw them if they were persistent enough and got to know them pretty well, giving us hope for the future generation for a better relationship with everyone. An notable example of was our Village Elder's oldest son, Elias or Eli or short, as the two of us were practically raised together despite being several years older than me. He was only one of the very few friends I had growing up, going on the childish adventures that us kids usually had. We never ran in the village because we knew, or at least I greatly insisted that we shouldn't, causing our adventures to be in the woods or outside the village.
As we grew up together, we experience more of the world and thus our minds were similarly shaped with our values interacting with society around us. Together we grew closer as the injustice in the world was seen by us, growing into adulthood we often left the village together for small trips. Talking how we would both leave this town together to see more of what else resides outside the small bubble they lived in. My grandparents eventually passed away when I was 16, leaving me by myself to keep everything afloat or find another way to basically live.
People began to notice more of me but never overtly asked why my Grandparents weren't handle the business and transactions anymore. With years of experience watching them and helping them out, it wasn't too hard to continue handling the requests that the village came to me with. One could say that I was more than enough mature for my age, with many travelers who came through surprised by how young I was despite how I carried myself. Pragmatic in my actions, I gradually raised the prices of my business to reduce the work that fell upon me that was literally breaking my back, for the workload of my grandparents fell upon my own.
The only one who really asked was Eli, who hanged around me often despite the responsibilities being place on his own workload. A 'calling' as they referred to it, was given to him that was to develop his skills and focus them for the good of the village. It was obvious to everyone that he would receive the calling of being the village's leader, going through the process of having the other elders train him. We together talked about growing up and thought of leaving the village together, we were actually really close to leaving, with our bags packed and enough money to stake off on our own. If it weren't for that day...
The two of us actually got into an argument... Hahah- To think that the two of us, with how close knitted we were are still able to fight. I guess that must of been the adolescent angst that surfaced despite both of our maturity, squabbling about our future was a topic we easily got heated about. With more ties than me that bound Eli to the village, he was most hesitant to leave despite also being quite adamant about his intentions. But on that day, I guess I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and was just tired of his indecision or whatever that ticked me off that day and just left... Leaving him just a letter if he ever came back to look for him.
Do I regret that decision? I do. For any villages on the outskirts of society and civilization, they possessed the most danger to attacks from monsters. I only heard of the news when I reached the next town over, with rumors of my home village being razed to the ground by monsters.
Sorry if this feels inadequate but I'll try my best, not really good with opening up to people truthfully despite what others may say. So to start things off the village that I was raised around wasn't the best place to raise a family, not to blame my Grandparents, bless their hearts. But they were always on guard with us, probably due to our eleven blood that flowed through our veins, making us outsiders compared to them. With stories and rumors that circulated with our family that were told behind our backs as tales to keep their kids in check or harrowing stories to be passed around.
In truth we weren't much different from each other, I myself being the third generation in our family that lived here in this village. With the elven blood that our family originally possessed diluted with the birth of my grandparents who were half-elves, I only have a fraction of elvish blood in me to not even call myself an 'half' elf. We had the reputation of being wise if not a frightening family that placed our roles as 'medicine-workers' which they took advantage of whenever convenient. Paying us meager amounts for the jobs we did just to survive, but the sheer amount of work they placed on us was enough for us to stay afloat so long we stayed on schedule.
Apologies again, I should not forget to say that not everyone treated us badly, although they were few in number it was... actually heartwarming to see. A few of the adults had the wisdom to see past the narrow perspective that their neighbors had and the one or two elders who understood how important we were to the village. Besides that though, they were vastly outnumbered and spread out compared to way they were normally treated by the villagers. Some of the brave children who came to us, we usually saw them if they were persistent enough and got to know them pretty well, giving us hope for the future generation for a better relationship with everyone. An notable example of was our Village Elder's oldest son, Elias or Eli or short, as the two of us were practically raised together despite being several years older than me. He was only one of the very few friends I had growing up, going on the childish adventures that us kids usually had. We never ran in the village because we knew, or at least I greatly insisted that we shouldn't, causing our adventures to be in the woods or outside the village.
As we grew up together, we experience more of the world and thus our minds were similarly shaped with our values interacting with society around us. Together we grew closer as the injustice in the world was seen by us, growing into adulthood we often left the village together for small trips. Talking how we would both leave this town together to see more of what else resides outside the small bubble they lived in. My grandparents eventually passed away when I was 16, leaving me by myself to keep everything afloat or find another way to basically live.
People began to notice more of me but never overtly asked why my Grandparents weren't handle the business and transactions anymore. With years of experience watching them and helping them out, it wasn't too hard to continue handling the requests that the village came to me with. One could say that I was more than enough mature for my age, with many travelers who came through surprised by how young I was despite how I carried myself. Pragmatic in my actions, I gradually raised the prices of my business to reduce the work that fell upon me that was literally breaking my back, for the workload of my grandparents fell upon my own.
The only one who really asked was Eli, who hanged around me often despite the responsibilities being place on his own workload. A 'calling' as they referred to it, was given to him that was to develop his skills and focus them for the good of the village. It was obvious to everyone that he would receive the calling of being the village's leader, going through the process of having the other elders train him. We together talked about growing up and thought of leaving the village together, we were actually really close to leaving, with our bags packed and enough money to stake off on our own. If it weren't for that day...
The two of us actually got into an argument... Hahah- To think that the two of us, with how close knitted we were are still able to fight. I guess that must of been the adolescent angst that surfaced despite both of our maturity, squabbling about our future was a topic we easily got heated about. With more ties than me that bound Eli to the village, he was most hesitant to leave despite also being quite adamant about his intentions. But on that day, I guess I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and was just tired of his indecision or whatever that ticked me off that day and just left... Leaving him just a letter if he ever came back to look for him.
Do I regret that decision? I do. For any villages on the outskirts of society and civilization, they possessed the most danger to attacks from monsters. I only heard of the news when I reached the next town over, with rumors of my home village being razed to the ground by monsters.
What are your life experiences? How did you grow up?
I guess my previous statement should fit here, but it feels like you should know that first before why I'm like this. No point beating the bush but you can probably tell I'm a blunt person, no point beating around the bush but if the situation calls for it I'll voice it. That doesn't mean I can't hold my tongue or have a stupid need to cause trouble, but if the situation calls for a reality check, I don't mind having to do it. If anything I try to carry myself practically and keep a level head although lets see if theory holds up to practical application, shall we?
Becoming an adventurer... wasn't my first choice for pursuing a career when I left the village, if me and Eli had actually left together, I planned to actually had continue my career as a herbalist and work to find a more solid place for the two of us. With Eli's more formal education, he would of been able to avoid hard labor or with his martial training, become a guard for the place they stayed. However, since none of that came to fruition, my path kinda went skewed from the goals that I had built for the two of us... T-that doesn't matter now...
With how I was raised by my grandparents, I have the reputation for being reliable and mature, being known as sort of a 'older-brother figure' who doesn't mess around and likes to get things done. Never had a lot of time to myself but when I did, it was horsing around with Eli and getting out of the house like that. I won't deny that I had the desire for adventure in my blood that tempted me on the adventures he always brought me on, with his tales of heroes dazzling me when I was younger. Becoming an adventurer was something that... Heh- that Eli influenced me to do, not for the sake of helping others or any other noble goal, but simply for that dream of exploring the unknown.
Terribly irresponsible of me but that is how I wish to honor him and walk my path, otherwise, did I sacrifice him for just a shell of a life by myself?
Becoming an adventurer... wasn't my first choice for pursuing a career when I left the village, if me and Eli had actually left together, I planned to actually had continue my career as a herbalist and work to find a more solid place for the two of us. With Eli's more formal education, he would of been able to avoid hard labor or with his martial training, become a guard for the place they stayed. However, since none of that came to fruition, my path kinda went skewed from the goals that I had built for the two of us... T-that doesn't matter now...
With how I was raised by my grandparents, I have the reputation for being reliable and mature, being known as sort of a 'older-brother figure' who doesn't mess around and likes to get things done. Never had a lot of time to myself but when I did, it was horsing around with Eli and getting out of the house like that. I won't deny that I had the desire for adventure in my blood that tempted me on the adventures he always brought me on, with his tales of heroes dazzling me when I was younger. Becoming an adventurer was something that... Heh- that Eli influenced me to do, not for the sake of helping others or any other noble goal, but simply for that dream of exploring the unknown.
Terribly irresponsible of me but that is how I wish to honor him and walk my path, otherwise, did I sacrifice him for just a shell of a life by myself?
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What is your name?
Nimr.
How old are you?
Seventeen, but do not let my youth worry you. You can trust me with your funds, yes?
What is your gender?
Male.
What do you wish to be?
I would like to be a bard, though it would far be too early for that. For now, a rogue will do. It is the job where I am expected to oversee the party's wealth, yes?
What are your skills?
I'd say I'm particularly talented in playing the flute. If I am to become a bard, I must know how to play an instrument, yes? Aside from that, I would also say I am well-read in the subjects of economics and mercantilism. Finding the worth and value in objects is quite compelling.
What is in your inventory?
The most notable item that I keep with me is my ebony flute. It was my mother's, and whenever it is played, I feel as if she is with me. As an adventurer, I also carry a short sword as a means of protecting myself. Sure, it may appear a bit banged up, but I was able to fetch it at a good price! If not, I wouldn't also have been able to afford a standard adventurer's kit, as well.
What are you like? What do people think of you?
I'm afraid that would be a tough question to answer. I'm not the one to pay attention to how people see me. Perhaps I should start trying though, since I'm a bard, yes? I do believe I'm easygoing, and I have never had an argument with someone that has extended to any harsh words, though I wouldn't count the times I had to deal with the occasional inebriated guest. Some say I'm quite humble, a statement I rightly disagree with. If anything, I enjoy finding ways to increase my wealth while reducing my workload. Some would call this behavior "cheap" or "lazy," while I would prefer the term "economic."
Oh, you want to know how I feel about music? To be honest, I've never looked too much into the world of the arts aside from the things I've learned from my mother as well as from one of the many traveling musicians that come to my family's inn. That said, I believe what separates me from other bards- or in this case, would-be bards- is how linear my appreciation for music is. To tell you the truth, I've only chosen to pursue this path because I believe it would bring me close to my mother, in some way. She always believed that her own music was the sound of her soul, and I wish to experience that feeling, myself. Plus, being famous sounds like a very cost-efficient way to make a living, yes?
Oh, you want to know how I feel about music? To be honest, I've never looked too much into the world of the arts aside from the things I've learned from my mother as well as from one of the many traveling musicians that come to my family's inn. That said, I believe what separates me from other bards- or in this case, would-be bards- is how linear my appreciation for music is. To tell you the truth, I've only chosen to pursue this path because I believe it would bring me close to my mother, in some way. She always believed that her own music was the sound of her soul, and I wish to experience that feeling, myself. Plus, being famous sounds like a very cost-efficient way to make a living, yes?
What are your life experiences? How did you grow up?
I wouldn't say my life is particularly noteworthy. I was raised in a rather homely hamlet. My father was an innkeeper and my mother was a musician who played in this inn. Despite my humble beginnings, I was raised rather comfortably, considering that the inn itself kept itself rather busy since our home village was between two popular trading routes. I was also kept educated from the countless assortment of guests we've received from all around the world. When I was younger, I never really had a passion or drive for anything, though I was attached to my mother, her soothing melodies keeping me spellbound on otherwise restless nights. You could say it was quite a shock when she had abruptly left our lives, though...
... No, she didn't die, I don't believe. I was too young to remember the finer details, but I do recall her disappearing one night, having taken a pair of clothes and some of our inn's food with her. I found it quite odd for her to do, especially since she left her flute with me, as well. According to my father, they had a great relationship, so it was a shock to him when she had just gone up and left. In any case, the inn's business felt a lot slower without my mother around to play her music. Of course, geographically, we were still in a sound place for business, but our morale, and my father's motivation, specifically, began to plummet.
Of course, when I reached my teens, I took a more active role in helping business stay afloat. It all started when I found a business ledger one of the merchants visiting our inn left in his room. I'm sure that many others in my age would find such a book filled with numbers quite boring, but I found myself compelled! I was rather amazed at how efficient this particular merchant was, and how he raised or cut the prices on certain products based on intricacies such as supply and demand. Perhaps at that point, I was also interested in how high the numbers were looking, as well. In any case, after doing a bit more reading into our own inn's finances as well as making some idle conversation with other traveling merchants here and there, I managed to pick up an eye for managing finances. During those last few years growing up, I helped my father with managing the inn's revenue and keeping the money flowing steadily. I'm sure if I stayed longer and had more years of experience under my belt, I could have expanded our family's business to greater lengths.
If that were the case, why did I leave? Well, I still desired to find my mother, after all... and I do admit, the stories I've heard of the world beyond have brought great interest to me. You can find so much more business opportunities roaming the world, yes?
... No, she didn't die, I don't believe. I was too young to remember the finer details, but I do recall her disappearing one night, having taken a pair of clothes and some of our inn's food with her. I found it quite odd for her to do, especially since she left her flute with me, as well. According to my father, they had a great relationship, so it was a shock to him when she had just gone up and left. In any case, the inn's business felt a lot slower without my mother around to play her music. Of course, geographically, we were still in a sound place for business, but our morale, and my father's motivation, specifically, began to plummet.
Of course, when I reached my teens, I took a more active role in helping business stay afloat. It all started when I found a business ledger one of the merchants visiting our inn left in his room. I'm sure that many others in my age would find such a book filled with numbers quite boring, but I found myself compelled! I was rather amazed at how efficient this particular merchant was, and how he raised or cut the prices on certain products based on intricacies such as supply and demand. Perhaps at that point, I was also interested in how high the numbers were looking, as well. In any case, after doing a bit more reading into our own inn's finances as well as making some idle conversation with other traveling merchants here and there, I managed to pick up an eye for managing finances. During those last few years growing up, I helped my father with managing the inn's revenue and keeping the money flowing steadily. I'm sure if I stayed longer and had more years of experience under my belt, I could have expanded our family's business to greater lengths.
If that were the case, why did I leave? Well, I still desired to find my mother, after all... and I do admit, the stories I've heard of the world beyond have brought great interest to me. You can find so much more business opportunities roaming the world, yes?
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What is your name?
Mallory Mortimer, dear.
How old are you?
Nineteen years of age, going on twenty soon.
What is your gender?
I mean… have you seen this womanly figure of mine?
What do you wish to be?
A mage that surpasses even the strength of her own mother! Dolores Mortimer, you must have heard of her?
What are your skills?
Mortimer mages are rather infamous for their use of enchanted blue fire, and I happen to be one of them! We've been scorching monsters into oblivion for centuries, and we've made quite a name for ourselves in our region of origin. Although my flames can get a little... out of control sometimes, I like to think I'm well versed in the basics, being the age I am now. I happen to be quite the speedy cleaner as well, if there's any use in saying that. Oh, I also happen to be quite well read about this world of ours, or what we know about it, at least. Mother always kept a great deal of books at home…
What is in your inventory?
Well, I can never leave home without my satchel and my magic staff! Helps me control the channelling of my magic a little easier with it. Aside for the essentials I keep in this large bag of mine, I also keep this simple spell book at hand. It contains quite basic, domestic spells, though I have my flames to protect me if bigger threats are to arise. And a small diary too, because there can be some important things I musn't forget about along my travels! Oh, but what is a young lady without her cosmetics and fragrances? I always look awfully pale without my lip colour and I can never forget to spray a little lavender perfume before I head out in my white fox coat!
What are you like? What do people think of you?
Despite my preferences for only the darkest of garments, I'd say I'm as vibrant and colourful a person as you can get! Life can get so dull and repetitive most of the time, so it's only natural that I feed my curiosities as often as I can. Reading, practising spells, talking to other people, anything that will keep this energetic mind of mine busy! I'm a woman driven merely by my passions and interests, to explore and experience the exhilarating things this world has to offer; anything that can't fulfil those aren't relevant to me, of course. Our time in this world only lasts so long, so I would hate to have it wasted by uninteresting matters.
What people think of me? Well, let's just say that I've heard a… wide variety of responses in my nineteen years. Words like obnoxious, shameless, deranged, hot-tempered, oh, but that's just scratching the surface! If only you could hear the sort of things people used to call me! I mean, I don't exactly have the cleanest reputation, but then again, who doesn't? And to call me insane for it? Ha! As a Mortimer mage, I assure you that I would never use my gifts to wreck havoc against anything but evil entities. Still, the imaginations us humans have is unbelievable!
On the other hand, there are still others who share vastly different opinions to those misconceptions. I've often received some rather flattering compliments about my 'spellbinding allure', how ironic! I like to think that I'm the witty vivacious type, you know, the sort of woman who can light up a cold room with a bit of warmth. Being around people gives me comfort, even if it's just one person sitting by me I feel content. There's nothing I loathe more than being alone for too long… oh, I just hate being alone, I can't be alone, I absolutely despise the silence. As much as I would adore to have someone attached to my side until the day I die, some people just aren't always what they seem. I can see it in their eyes sometimes, you know, through the gateway to their soul. At this point, the deceptive nature of man ceases to surprise me.
Oh my, I seem to have rambled on for far too long, haven't I! There are more questions to answer, correct?
What people think of me? Well, let's just say that I've heard a… wide variety of responses in my nineteen years. Words like obnoxious, shameless, deranged, hot-tempered, oh, but that's just scratching the surface! If only you could hear the sort of things people used to call me! I mean, I don't exactly have the cleanest reputation, but then again, who doesn't? And to call me insane for it? Ha! As a Mortimer mage, I assure you that I would never use my gifts to wreck havoc against anything but evil entities. Still, the imaginations us humans have is unbelievable!
On the other hand, there are still others who share vastly different opinions to those misconceptions. I've often received some rather flattering compliments about my 'spellbinding allure', how ironic! I like to think that I'm the witty vivacious type, you know, the sort of woman who can light up a cold room with a bit of warmth. Being around people gives me comfort, even if it's just one person sitting by me I feel content. There's nothing I loathe more than being alone for too long… oh, I just hate being alone, I can't be alone, I absolutely despise the silence. As much as I would adore to have someone attached to my side until the day I die, some people just aren't always what they seem. I can see it in their eyes sometimes, you know, through the gateway to their soul. At this point, the deceptive nature of man ceases to surprise me.
Oh my, I seem to have rambled on for far too long, haven't I! There are more questions to answer, correct?
What are your life experiences? How did you grow up?
Ninteen years ago, I was born in the bustling village of Adria, a unique sort of trading hub that lies in the northernmost regions where snow is heavy and frequent. My mother was the de facto protector of our homeland, a fearsome mage who was said to have wielded her Mortimer flames more efficiently than any other predecessor of ours. My twin sister, Lilith - just even uttering the brat's name irritates me - were to be her successors when she passed, and she trained us with a sort of severity that made it look like every day was her last. We both possessed great latent magic potential, our mother gave us that. However, for years we were confined to honing our spells in the nearby taigas and studying in recluse inside mother's library, rather than interacting with the villagers who were only a few minutes walk away from our large tower home.
I'll admit, my sister was always - dare I say it - the more skilful one. And mother saw that as soon as our rate of progress began to differ at around eight years old. 'Why waste your time on someone that shows you no potential for the future?' Mother must have been thinking something along the lines of that. So all the attention was brought upon my dear sister, and eventually, my studies were of no concern to mother. So how was I supposed to satisfy my newfound boredom having already read the entirety of my mother's library and having no friends beyond the spiders on the corners of my bedroom walls? As entertaining as it is conversing with the little critters, it does get a little stale after a while.
Ah, the rebellious streak of my adolescence… how I treasure it. Sneaking out of the tower for the first time, running off into the forests way past the setting of the sun, causing a bit of mischief in the village square, getting up early to set fire to my sister's bedroom, ah, what an exhilarating youth I had! But of course, I always got caught and punished, always after my sister had informed mother of my misconducts, the little snitch. But that never stopped me, no, I got more daring with each outing, of course! The village even gave me the nickname 'Mad Mallory' they were that impressed, ha! My mother, of course, berated me once the rumours spread to her. I guess some people just can't handle such an intrepid young soul.
But one particular incident a few years back - a romance gone wrong, you could call it - spun things even out of my control. Emotions are certainly… complicated things; being neglected for so long does things to you, I just couldn't stand being alone anymore and I wanted someone to care for me but they couldn't offer that. I had apparently gotten too 'attached' and gone a bit 'mad' and things got a little 'heated' and soon mother had villagers banging on her door saying the foulest of things about me! I awaited my regular scolding and assigned punishment when mother was finished, but as soon as she came back to me, she was insistent on trying a… different punishment than usual.
Needless to say, it wasn't the most thrilling two months eating and sleeping in the underground basement, awfully stuffy and chilly in there but it didn't take long to get used to! What I couldn't get used to was every time my sister brought my food down to my 'new bedroom'; the girl always had the nerve to look at me with a triumphant smirk on her face as she carelessly tossed my meals at me! I think that child is the spawn of the Demon King himself, that insufferable brat!
Even after things had returned to normal I wasn't having any fun living under the same roof as those two. It was the week before my nineteenth birthday, I think; I was old enough to leave, so I did. Not before setting my sister's belongings on fire for the last time, of course, how I rejoiced in seeing that repulsive scowl of hers. I've vowed to surpass her and my mother my entire life, and nothing has changed since then.
Oh dear, I think I've said a bit too much... Silly me! I haven't bored you to sleep, have I?
I'll admit, my sister was always - dare I say it - the more skilful one. And mother saw that as soon as our rate of progress began to differ at around eight years old. 'Why waste your time on someone that shows you no potential for the future?' Mother must have been thinking something along the lines of that. So all the attention was brought upon my dear sister, and eventually, my studies were of no concern to mother. So how was I supposed to satisfy my newfound boredom having already read the entirety of my mother's library and having no friends beyond the spiders on the corners of my bedroom walls? As entertaining as it is conversing with the little critters, it does get a little stale after a while.
Ah, the rebellious streak of my adolescence… how I treasure it. Sneaking out of the tower for the first time, running off into the forests way past the setting of the sun, causing a bit of mischief in the village square, getting up early to set fire to my sister's bedroom, ah, what an exhilarating youth I had! But of course, I always got caught and punished, always after my sister had informed mother of my misconducts, the little snitch. But that never stopped me, no, I got more daring with each outing, of course! The village even gave me the nickname 'Mad Mallory' they were that impressed, ha! My mother, of course, berated me once the rumours spread to her. I guess some people just can't handle such an intrepid young soul.
But one particular incident a few years back - a romance gone wrong, you could call it - spun things even out of my control. Emotions are certainly… complicated things; being neglected for so long does things to you, I just couldn't stand being alone anymore and I wanted someone to care for me but they couldn't offer that. I had apparently gotten too 'attached' and gone a bit 'mad' and things got a little 'heated' and soon mother had villagers banging on her door saying the foulest of things about me! I awaited my regular scolding and assigned punishment when mother was finished, but as soon as she came back to me, she was insistent on trying a… different punishment than usual.
Needless to say, it wasn't the most thrilling two months eating and sleeping in the underground basement, awfully stuffy and chilly in there but it didn't take long to get used to! What I couldn't get used to was every time my sister brought my food down to my 'new bedroom'; the girl always had the nerve to look at me with a triumphant smirk on her face as she carelessly tossed my meals at me! I think that child is the spawn of the Demon King himself, that insufferable brat!
Even after things had returned to normal I wasn't having any fun living under the same roof as those two. It was the week before my nineteenth birthday, I think; I was old enough to leave, so I did. Not before setting my sister's belongings on fire for the last time, of course, how I rejoiced in seeing that repulsive scowl of hers. I've vowed to surpass her and my mother my entire life, and nothing has changed since then.
Oh dear, I think I've said a bit too much... Silly me! I haven't bored you to sleep, have I?
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