Name: Kaze (Yes highly original)

Class: Barbarian Monk

Age: 28

Race: Dragonborn, a humanoid reptilian species that has distant draconic ancestry.

Appearance:

Personality: Kaze is a fairly calm and straightforward individual. Preferring to cut right to the chase, being blunt if one wants to make it simple. He also tries his best to be as logical and fair as possible. Kaze seems to take things in stride, seemingly never faltering when something is said or done against him.

Unfortunately people would be very wrong, he has a breaking point and when it happens, hide. Beneath that cool demeanor is an ocean of rage. Every pretense is dropped as he unleashes what is commonly known as a barbarians rage. Like this he has no communication skills and is incredibly hard to calm down depending on what wrong finally snapped him.

Motives: He's a natural explorer, looking to see and experience the world to bring stories and knowledge back to his people off in the distant marshes far away from this village and forest. He'd already been traveling a good while, and the mystery surrounding this place might produce an interesting story to tell.

Gear:

• Half Plate Armor: Covering various parts of his body are thick plates of armor, but still having spaces to keep utmost flexibility and movement.
• Half Necklace: A necklace that acts more like a partial collar wrapped around the back of his neck to meet near his throat. It's magical in nature, giving him a small increase to his toughness.
• Giants Sword: A huge blade requiring a good deal of strength to wield due to its size and weight.
• White Ring: A simple white gold band around a finger on his left hand. The ring is enchanted to give his strength a small increase.

The equipment they’ll have, like a knife, a sword, or something else. Just remember that the forest isn’t a very nice place and there’s no telling if and when the group will leave for town.
Abilities:

Other: Yes he's a Barbarian and a Monk. Taking on the challenge of trying to balance tranquility/inner peace with burning rage/murderous intent.

Name :
Neith Grensorow

Class :
Ranger/Marksman

Age :
26

Race :
Dark Elves, just like Light Elves but more sinister and excels better in the dark.

Appearance :



Personality :
Neith, like the rest of her kind, is naturally sly and cunning. The other races would go as far as calling them evil but they like to describe themselves more as selfish and uncaring. She does whatever she wants, whenever she wants. If something, or someone, piques her interest, she'll be all about it. She's willing to do missions for the right price and just like the moon itself, Neith's loyalty waxes and wanes. She's basically a wildcard because nobody could know what she's thinking. One thing's for sure: Neith Grensorow is only loyal to herself.

She might help people if she knows she can get something out of it which makes her a very selfish person. However, those who associate themselves with the Dark Elf need to watch out. Her skills in archery and stealth are second to none, and she is knowledgeable when it comes to surviving in the wilderness. If they aren't careful, the last thing they'll feel is the pain of an arrow shot at their back while Neith runs back into the shadows.

Motives :
Neith heard rumors that there's a huge pile of treasure within the cursed woods. Unable to pass up the opportunity to become rich in an instant, she decided to see for herself if the rumors are true. She might also find someone interesting there. Who knows.

Gear :
-> Silthstan Longbow - a weapon she stole from a Light Elf during a mission. The longbow allows her to create arrows directly from trees. Arrows made this way are harder than ordinary ones.
-> Obera Redwood Armor - armor made from the Obera Redwood tree. The lightweight armor grants her moderate defensive protection but still giving her the ability to move fast
-> Travelling Pack - full of her traveling and surviving essentials: a dagger, a magical trinket that allows her to retrieve water from trees, camping materials, and other stuff.

Other :
none atm

Name : Jiranty Gennelis

Class : Ranger/thief

Age : 23

Race : Wood Elf

Appearance : Jiranty is very short, about 5’ tall and boyishly slender with graceless bony limbs, skinny shoulders, and small hands. Her skin is a deep olive tone with light freckles across her face, limbs and shoulders. Her hair is a rich blackened brown in a long braid that reaches her lower back. She has an androgynous face with thin angular features, high cheekbones, a small but defined chin, and a thin straight nose. Across her neck, chest and arms are dark bluish purple lightning-like scars that seem to begin darkest at the hands and spread and lighten toward the chest. Jiranty wears simple dark leather armor over a simple linen tunic and trousers. She has an archer’s bracer on each arm and boots made of the same deep reddish leather, laced tightly to prevent slipping from a vantage point while trying to shoot distant enemies from the treetops.

Personality : For an elf, Jiranty is tactless and scrappy. She smokes too much, swears like a soldier, gets too drunk and starts bar fights she can’t win much more often than she should. She puts on a very loud and aggressive act, as if wholly and boastfully self-assured, but flounders and flees quickly when challenged. She’s a very skilled marksman but a very bad brawler, so to protect herself from her own argumentative personality she now carries a small crossbow if close-range encounters happen to escalate. Given half a chance, Jiranty can be very kind and almost clingy, defending her party members with reckless zeal. She does well on her own but acts as if she doesn’t want to, and being prone to lonely ennui she’s eager to join any adventurer parties that she encounters. She’s at once a bitter old hunter and a sweet wide-eyed brat, always completely impulsive, and quick to lend a helping hand or loose a few arrows.

Motives : Jiranty grew up in a distant land, raised by her grandfather, one of the most powerful and ancient druids of all time. She and her older brother Temuja were raised in strict druidic tradition. Her brother was gifted with natural magic, while Jiranty never had any talent even with simple spells, as if she was void of any magic essence at all. As they grew their grandfather was increasingly cruel training them, especially punishing Jiranty’s lack of progress; Temuja lashed out and attacked him, hurting Jiranty in the process, and barely escaping with his life. In the ten years since that fight, Jiranty has traveled the world over looking for her brother, and has reason to believe he’s hiding somewhere in the forest.

Gear : A compact crossbow, a takedown bow with arrows in the quiver on her shoulder, a versatile hunting dagger, a smoking pipe and a sachet of tansy bitters, a hearty supply of vegetarian rations, and a makeshift lock-picking kit.

Other :