Name: Auctamos Illaren
Race: Stodmen
Gender: Male
Appearance: Pale of pigment and black of hair, Auctamos was a handsome young man with a small beard, enough to be called a beard, but not enough that it was bushy.
Age: 18
Voice: Gentle, but authoritative when necessary.
Homeland: Gilsommr
Clothes: Plated Fingerless Gauntlet
Deserter's Reinforced Shirt
Godseye' Eyepatch
Crimson Remnant Jacket
Deserter's Reinforced Pants
Deserters Plated Boots
Remnant Pauldron
Eal'Asaea's Choker
Ver'Taon's Blood-Dyed Bandana
Illaren Signet Ring
Old Sword
Kite Shield
Quirks: Cracks fingers, favors left hand, wears eye patch despite having complete vision. Unyielding beneath all circumstances['Weather The Storm & Bloodshed' Family motto.]
Interests: All Races[Except Stodman], Romance, Sweet foods, Fashion, Justice, Equality, Rulership, Gaining Power, Slavery
Disgusts: Stodmen, War Crimes, Oppression, Dishonour, Betrayal, Rudeness.
History: Born in Gillsommr, he was destined for being an wiseman while his brother acted as Mayor of the village. Still He took every opportunity to interact with outsiders, hating his duty bound to him. His droll neighbors and extortionist nobles grew into a hatred for his own kind. Still, his life was bearable thinks to his niece and nephew Ver'Taon and Eal'Asaea whom were bright, curious ten year olds. 

	This tolerance of obligation was broken at last when his overlord and a neighbor went to war, dragging himself and his two siblings into the rank and file of the lords levy. The resulting clash led to Auctamos being run through by the attacking lord himself and could only cry in agony and sadness as he watched his niece and nephew get carted off into slavery.

	Auctamos was saved by a band of sellswords having arrived too late to offer their services. Spending a year in recovery, he vowed to track down his only family left as even his brother had disappeared as well. For two years he vowed and worked tirelessly to get stronger and find his family, and to change the bloody cycle of war between the Stodmen and the other races, even if he must become a noble himself.
Temperament Traits: Idealistic, Visionary, Determined, Understanding, Frivolous
Attachment Style:
Trade: Mercenary
Skills: Eloquence, Mirabilia
Spells: Yovingaern[A lost art found by Ufarin, first ancestor of Illaren family. Cast upon target, killing said target will give caster 0.1-1% of lifespan of slain target or improve youthfulness.]
Umerkydin[Can understand any dialect, but speaker must speak simply or slowly to communicate message. Complexity can produce giobberish, or worse, misconstrue a message. Created by Falaerian[Loving Mate/Companion] Illaren[Means one who is unyielding.] the 'Lewd'
Pets: Bloodraven[Bird/Avian] Ninguem[Steed/Horse] Rebel[Wolf/Canine]
XP:0000
Gold: 1000