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Age: 23 

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Appearance: Emiliah has the typical look of a Haze, warm brown hair and grey eyes.  Standing at nearly 5'6", she tending to blend with the crowd. Years of training kept her well toned. Lacking the pure brute strength of some of her male colleagues, she tends to favor lighter, leather armor. Banking on dodging rather than taking oncoming attack. In the few moments when she isn't actively hunting, she tends to favor loose tunics and leggings.  

Personality:
 Emiliah, like every Haze that came before, is intense when it come to hunting. She doesn't care who someone is, or where they came from, as long as they don't go silently into the night. She has zero tolerance for people who disgrace the title of hunter in anyway. Emiliah tends to be very direct and to the point with everyone. She does have a sense of humor, but isn't one to 'relax'...ever.  


History: 

The Haze's are one of the oldest families of hunters. Known for their effectiveness, brutality, and black and white view of good and bad. They were also known to have more than a few heads to spare, the males being particularly fertile and loyal to the 'family'.  Every member spent their childhood training to be a hunter, whether they chose to pursue it after their 16th birthday was up to them. But, over the dead body of her father, would any Haze face the darkness of the world completely unprepared.  

Emiliah is the youngest of seven and the only daughter. She was also the only one of her siblings to follow in the foot steps of her father. While female hunters have never been exactly common, the Haze's have more than a few to their name.  That, along with several instances that proved she didn't have a domestic bone in her body, allowed her out in the field. 

For the early years, it was a lot of practice and little action. Observing and learning, rather than being in the thick of it. Eventually it came to the point where she would be fight with her father or fight without his knowledge. For a few years, they made duo that might have challenged the warrior of legion.  But they were only human and humans fall. One poorly planned attack and her father nearly lost his life. He was lucky to be able to walk, but he would never be able to fight again. 


Signature Weapon: Net and spear.

Things they look for in a partner: Someone hardworking and caring, like her father.  They do not have to be a hunter in order to strike her fancy, but they do have to have passion and fire with what ever they are doing.

Rank: Disciple 

Family: 
Mother: Elenora Haze: wife/mother. 
Father: Edgar Haze: Father/ Former Hunter. 
Siblings:  An extended amount. 
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Name: Taran Fisherson

Appearance: 
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Taran still holds an image of youth, hardly looking a day over 18. He is slightly taller than most of the witches of the coven. His lanky figure has started to fill out from the laborious tasks that often fall to him. He is often seen wearing layers of clothing, paying little heed for the season. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are hazel. 
 

Age: Between 17-19, it is a little unclear.  He has the sneaking  suspicion that he might not be aging properly. 

Personality: Three years ago, when Taran stumbled upon the coven, he was an exceptionally shy, non-violent and naive boy,  who hated and feared himself above all things.  His time among the witches brought about some self acceptance, although he always carries an aura of guilt. Despite Medusa's best efforts, Taran remains mostly a nonviolent, non-confrontational person, who will only fight back as a last resort. There are still traces of the naivety and side effects of his sheltered upbringing he had not so long ago.  The most unfortunate  of which lays in his inability to lie and the terrible curse of being unable to recognize bad intent.  He often misses some of the worlds more intricate social cues and interactions. 

History:

Hidden in the valley between two unremarkable mountains there is village. Small enough that noone every really bothered giving it a name. Filled with unremarkable people who chose to hide themselves away from the rest of the world. Following a long forgotten religion that valued humility, unity, hard work, kindness and truthfulness above all else. To the point that children were forcefully taught these traits and adult were banished for not following them. 

Taran was found at the edge of the village while still young enough to require the care of a wet nurse yet almost to old to be allowed in. He was given to the village 'carers'. A husband and wife who, for whatever reason, were unable to have children of their own.  It fell to them to raise the children who lost their parents for one reason or another (although Taran was the only one whose birth family was a true mystery). He, along with the three girls that were place along side him, were raised in the way of the people. 

It was clear from a young age that he was peculiar. It started off with little things here and there. Small fires springing up out of nowhere. Taran never getting injured, even after grabbing a hot coal from the fire place. Instead of improving with age, it seemed to spiral more and more out of control 


And in a place where sameness is valued, differences are more than dangerous. Taran would have rather died than leave his village, but eventually his parents decided it was no longer safe for him to stay.  They would be lying to themselves, the greatest sin of all, to pretend any longer that they were able to cope with his strangeness. 

He was sent away just shy of 17, with zero knowledge of the world beyond the peaks of the mountains. The only guide given, was to follow the trail made by all the banished who came before him.  He was nearly dead by the time he stumbled upon Alexina in the forest, who recognized him for what he was. She save him  by brining him to the Coven. 

For a year he trained under Medusa while she made every effort to break him of his naive and non-violent ways.  But then...Medusa was gone and he was left in the chaos that followed. 

As Alexina rose from the wreckage, he alined himself with her. 
 

Special Power:  Taran is a fire bug. He has the potential to be a great one, but doesn't trust his powers enough. He is mostly fire proof and can create huge vortexes of flames. 

Rank: Acolyte 

Things they look for in a partner: He doesn't really see himself as someone worthy of love, but would do anything to make someone else feel better. 

Pets/Familiars:

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Angharad Seher 


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Age: 27

Personality: 
Angharad has always been very free about life.  She always chooses to do as she pleases, when she pleases, if only to stick it to fate a little bit more.  However, when she is going after something, a rare creature to combine, a love interest, an object, she is always very intense about it  and is rarely derailed until she has reached her goal.  However, once she’s had her fun, she is more than willing to jump to the next thing (and, this is also the reason for people reporting strange and unusual animals in her wake) 

History: 
Angharad is the soon to be last, and thus the leader of the Seher Clan. A once large and powerful clan of Seer specialized witches.   Known far and wide for their love of making the future a little fuzzier than it had to be for prospective heroes. They were one of the only clans to activity work with hunters as most hunters just saw them as a group with the gift of ‘helpful God-sight’. 

The price of future sight comes with a cost.  While the training takes years and years, the gift comes to a seer in a single night. The price of it being forced to look into the future and see the day that they would die. Knowing that nothing they did would ever change that fate.   It was sad when a witch would see a short life in front of her, but it was the way of the clan. 

Grethu Seher,  Angharad’s great, great, great grandmother,  lead the clan for nearly 300 years, before  transferring leadership  to her youngest granddaughter during a time of great suffering in the clan.  While the clan stood strong for nearly 500 years, over the last fifty years, every new seer saw her death occurring at a young age, some only days from their initiation.  Most of them were suicides, brought on by knowing they had only a short life in front of them.  Angharad, being the only one whose fate was unknown, was the only choice to lead so that her Grandmother could focus on trying to fix the seer’s curse. 

Angharad had grown up knowing that she’d never take the gift, even if fate was set in stone, she’d rather take it as a surprise then face it head on.  Although she did go through the training, her passion lay in creating of something new. Her wonderful, horrific animal hybrids, forced together by darkest magic. 


 Ang lays in waiting for her grandmother's passing, said to be brought upon her by one Flint Digard. 


Special Power: 
A chimera creator: The art of taking two creatures, who were never meant to be together, and creating a new breed of animal out of it. Usually, created by putting two animals together, thus, giving the animal a conscious per head. If an animals has only one, then the creator chooses what lives and what dies.  Chimera's can also exist if two chimera's breed, thus eliminating the problem of conscious, as only one soul will inhabit it. 

Basically a F-you to fate. 

Things they look for in a partner:   They have to be interesting. 

Rank:Master
Pets/Familiars: So many….
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