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.

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 : Dion Tacgnol

Class : Ice elementalist. Dion belongs to an order of elementalists who specializes in ice magic. However, it's more of a hybrid martial art, as the practitioners hone not only their magic but also their fighting skills. The end result is that they create and wield a variety of weaponry of ice weaponry along with more "traditional" ice magics.

Age : 28

Race : Human

Appearance : A light brown-skinned man of athletic build around 5'8”. His long red hair is partially braided in a ponytail. His eyes are silvery-white like that of ice. His clothes are robe-like, but allow great mobility. They're in cheerful colors and with a floral/plant motif akin to a Hawaiian shirt with some mystical looking doodads on it as decorations.

Personality : Dion is a cheery man who walks with a certain flamboyance. Sure, it's been noted that magicians can be rather eccentric. But given the unorthodox method of his magic, it serves to complement it further. Despite the informal airs he has, Dio is just as learned as any practitioner of the magical arts when it comes to magical knowledge. And within his style of magic he is also just as competent. His problems are that he can be kinda frivolous at times, and he dislikes the more academic side of things. Dion had notably shirked off several requests for teaching novices of his order, citing it as "he has no teaching bone in his body" and it being "a pain in the ass to write these teaching plans".

Motives : Dion has been contracted out of a pool of applicants by The Arcanium, a coalition of various magician groups. His task is to investigate just what the hell happened in the forest, and take care of whatever lurks down there by cooperating with whomever might also be interested in going there along with the local authorities.

Gear : He carries a magic ring that acts as a backpack. Inside are basically camping supplies, books, magical tools, and some potions. On his person he carries enough money to pay for his stay in town and a small amount of potions, and a crystal necklace. Among his most cherished possessions are his potions of mental enhancement (Energy drinks).

Other :For free food and drink, he will chill a tavern's supply of beer.

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 :

Name :

Micah Aarseth

Class :

Witch Doctor

Age :

26

Race :

Human

Appearance :

5'6 tall, Micah has a thin body with pale skin. Long dark brown hair that reaches towards his shoulders, some strands of hair curling outwards away form the rest of his hair. Empty eye sockets where his deep blue eyes use to be, a single golden eye with the horizontal pupil his forehead. On his body are many tattoos of strange symbols, along with many scars all over his body. Sunken in cheekbones with a small mole on the upper right of his lip.

Wearing a long dark blue robe, gold and purple lining along the sides of the robes. Wearing a white cloth around his eyes to cover his empty sockets, wearing a stuffed goat head as a mask to help hide his face. He also wears leather sandals.

Personality :

Micah is a very odd person, with many quirks and personality traits other may find strange. Because of his past he would seem strange to other people, speaking in the third person and speaking out loud of what he sees or thinks. Beside being a little bit insane, he does not have a mean bone in his body. Trying his best to be friendly towards others, however this mostly backfires because of his lack of social skills.

He can be described as eccentric by other people, having a deep understanding and obsession with the occult. He is always looking to expand his any form of knowledge, acquiring this knowledge by reading the many books he owns. Micah has a deep fear of two things, the dark and people with yellow shoes.

Motives :

He's search for more knowledge of the unknown, more specifically he is looking for the so called "Ancient Ones". Wanting to ask many questions about them, He wants to know more about them and what is beyond the human comprehension.

Gear :

Wooden staff- A staff made out of a oak tree where a famous witch was hung, He uses the staff to cast most of his magic spells.

Dagger- A regular old silver dagger.

Other :

None