[center][h3]The Staff[/h3][/center]
[hider=Asmodius Hoseforn]
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[b][u]Name:[/u][/b] Asmodius Hoseforn 

[b][u]Race:[/u][/b] Human

[b][u]Age:[/u][/b] Really...really...really old

[b][u]Gender:[/u][/b] Male 

[b][u]Appearance:[/u][/b] Asmodius Hoseforn, often referred to as Hoseforn, is an exceptionally old man. His skin  is wrinkled and spotted but remains taught against what was once a muscular build. His hair and beard have turned entirely gray, however, he seems to few signs of balding. He once stood a bit over 6’2” but old age has caused him to slouch and he stands closer to 5’10”. The color’s of his robes have been known to change color sporadically, though they often remain brown. He can always be found wearing a large pointed hat that generally droops to the side and many speculate is as hold as Hoseforn himself. 

[b][u]Class:[/u][/b] Wizard probably

[b][u]Personality:[/u][/b] Hoseforn is a difficult man to predict. He is often care free and cheerful but there is a certain madness to his gaze that has a tendency to unsettle those around him. He rarely speaks a cruel word, but when angered he has been known insult grown men to tears. Undeniably intelligent, many also consider him absolutely crazy, though none have ever been able to prove it. He somehow manages to be kind heart-ed and greedy at the same time. 

[b][u]Biography:[/u][/b] The history of Hoseforn is long and complicated, Most of the information about him comes in the form of fables or superstitions, however, some concrete information can be found if one looks hard enough. Hoseforn is believed to be at least 250 years old, though his true age is likely much older. He joined the Magus' Librarium as an already old man with an astounding understanding of magical theory and abilities that far out shined most of the other Magus. Despite his power and knowledge, his strangeness caused many to stay far... far away from him. Records state that he spent nearly 30 years in the Magus Librarium’s many libraries, only leaving to sleep, eat, or bathe. He then disappeared for 5 years without a trace, it s a complete mystery what he did in those years. 

The next time Hoseforn was officially spotted was upon the sudden appearance of Hoseforn’s Academy for Gifted Adventurers. It is said that school simply materialized in a matter of moments, but this is just a myth,. The truth is that it took 3 days for the school to finish construction. How he managed to build the school so quickly is still a hotly debated topic among scholars. 

Hoseforn’s opened about a month after its construction has existed for over 150 years. Hoseforn has always acted as its caretaker and dean, even occasionally teaching a class. How he has managed to stay alive for so long is another mystery that baffles scholars, as living past 100 is extremely rare for humans, even human mages. Even stranger is the fact that in the 150 years since Hoseforn’s Academy opened, Hoseforn’s appearance has not changed in the least. [/hider]

[hider=Maya Jhalavar]
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[u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Maya Jhalavar 

[u][b]Race:[/b][/u] Drow (A race of dark skinned elves who often live in far away from the rest of society. 

[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 326

[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Female

[u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u] Maya is tall and slender, standing at about 6’0” even. Her skin is grayish-purple in color and long silvery white hair reaches well past her waist. Her eyes are generally light blue in color but have been known to glow bright enough to be seen in the dark. Her face is kind and attractive and she can almost always be found with a smile on her face. She usually wears a long black dress with slits in the side to allow ease of movement. She carries a twin pair of khopesh, long swords with a crescent curve towards the end of them. Her swords are a gleaming silver color with a strange blue that follows the edge of the blade. 
Class:  Sword Dancer (An exceptional sword wielder his movements are often compared to dancing. The unique style is hard to predict and incredibly fast though it lacks the brute strength of other styles.) 

[u][b]Personality:[/b][/u] Maya is an incredibly kind and loving soul. She’s rather playful and will dance or sing any chance she is given. Her carefree and kind attitude is often mistaken for childish or immature, but any stupid enough to try and trick Maya are shown the dark, brutal side of Maya that so many Drow are famous for. 

[u][b]Classes Taught:[/b][/u] Swordsmanship, General Combat, and any classes to do with dancing or music. 

[u][b]Biography:[/b][/u] Maya grew up with where most drow do, beneath the Dead Island in a place most call the Beneath. Drow are known as cruel and viscous people, they value power and worship Grimma above all other gods. Maya, was different. 

From a very young age Maya wanted nothing more then to dance and sing. She almost couldn’t help but smile, much to the distress of her parents and those around her. She was an outcast among her people, a stain unworthy of their time or attention, but this never seemed to bother her. What did bother her, was the almost uniform cruelty of her people. How could an entire species be so full of hate and malice. As she reached the age of what most races refer to as “pre-teen” it became clear that she needed to leave the drow and find her own way. Her peoples patience with her had become non-existent, and she knew that she would not be allowed to live if she stayed. She waited until the early hours of the morning, snuck out of The Beneath, and stowed away on a slave vessel headed for the mainland. 

She does not speak much of her early years on Ealinata. She stayed in Windlton for a time, but the town showed to many characteristics that reminded her of her home, so she left to travel the world. She attempted to visit the Grand Tree, but the elves there were suspicious and uninviting towards her. She attempted to make her way too Balmoria, and wound up in the desert, where she nearly died. It was here that she met an already ancient wizard who gave her food, water, and shelter.

The old wizard was somewhat mad, but he had a true kindness too him that Maya had not often experienced. He took her the rest of the way to Balmoria and paid for her to train with a local sword maiden, an elf woman named Lizayla. For nearly 100 years Maya honed her craft, her swordcraft becoming legendary. She moved like a dancer, swift, beautiful, and extremely deadly. 

Maya adventured for a time, but when Hoseforn appeared, she had assumed the man had been long dead,  and offered her a job teaching at his new academy, she couldn’t help but accept. She has taught at Hoseforn ever since. [/hider]

[hider=Sir Vermont Baleth]
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[u][b]Name: [/b][/u]Sir Vermont Baleth 

[u][b]Race: [/b][/u]Human 

[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 47

[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Male 

[u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u] Sir Vermont is an middle aged, rugged man. He’s tall at 6’4” with a powerful muscles that have not lost their tone. His hair is a mixture of gray and black, though it leans more towards gray in recent years. His body holds many scars from past battles, and an eye-patch covers his right eye. When not adventuring he wears a perfectly pressed black tunic with gold embroidering along the edges. The tunic holds two patches, one for Hoseforn’s, and the other the symbol of Storalla, the god of life. When adventuring or if he believes he is about to be in combat Vermont wears a set of heavy silver plate mail. The armor looks simple enough and has the symbol of Storalla etched into the pauldrons. The inside of the armor has runes etched into it, giving him boosts in strength and endurance and making the armor almost unbreakable. 
Class: High Paladin of Storalla 

[u][b]Personality:[/b][/u] Sir Vermont is about as gruff and stern as they come. He rarely smiles and has little time for foolish games. While he is generally even tempered, he does not tolerate cruelty or prejudice in his presence, and has been known to use force when he feels it necessary. He rarely yells, but has look that is entirely capable of sending shivers down a grown mans spine. He does have a caring and softer side and believes all living things are a gift from Storalla, though you wouldn’t guess so from being around him. 
Classes Taught: General Combat and Healing. His is also in charge of any church matters on the campus 

[u][b]Biography:[/b][/u] Vermont was left at a church of Storalla as an infant, his mother to young to take care of him. Even as a child he was always more serious than most, never playing with the other children and spending most of his time studying scriptures. His strong sense of justice became evident at an early age as he began to get into fights with anyone who attempted to be cruel towards his fellow orphans. He always accepted his punishments for fighting, but would never apologize, saying that it was his duty to help those who couldn't help themselves. 

It quickly became clear that he was a natural fighter, and so he was sent to train as a paladin. He rose quickly through the ranks, out classing many who were much older than him. Once he officially obtained the rank of Paladin he went off on his own to search out any “evil” he could find. In his early 30’s he was promoted to a High Paladin, a title that bestowed him a great deal of authority within the church and led to him being known as Sir Vermont.

It’s not widely known why or how he began teaching at Hoseforn’s. He had never been the nurturing type, but he took the job with what appeared to be little consideration. He has been teaching at Hoseforn’s for a little over 5 years now. [/hider]

[hider=Dex]
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[u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Dex

[u][b]Race:[/b][/u] Unknown

[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] Unknown

[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Male (Probably) 

[u][b]Appearance: [/b][/u]Dex stands at about 6’0” even. His features are impossible to make out due to the leather armor that covers his entire body. The most striking thing about his appearance is the beaked mask that he has covering his face, whether he wears the mask for comfort or for some other reason is unknown. He carries with him a plethora of weapons. Two blackened shorts swords sit on his waist. Throwing knives adorn his body as well as numerous small pouches with different potions and powders. The most striking weapon is his long, recurve bow. The bow seems to be carved out of some type of bone and is littered with runes. His leather armor is heavily runed with anti-magic scripts, causing most spell to evaporate as they come in contact with him. 

[u][b]Class: [/b][/u]Rogue 

[u][b]Personality:[/b][/u] Dex is quiet and immensely secretive. He rarely speaks except when teaching or when asked a direct question. It is the general consensus that it feels….uncomfortable to be around him. Many believe him to be a trained killer. He has rarely been seen disciplining a student, but this is most likely because few are dumb enough to act out in front of him. He has a frighteningly intelligent and tactical mind. 

[u][b]Classes Taught: [/b][/u]Stealth, Archery, Potions and Elixirs, Hand-to-Hand Combat

[u][b]Biography:[/b][/u] To say that Dex’s history is unknown would be an understatement. No one has been able to dig up any information on him, and even his fellow teachers don’t know him well. There are rumors of him being an assassin, but no one has proof. The only information that others have been able to dig up on him is that he’s worked at Hoseforn’s for the past 10 years. He has been known to disappear for weeks at a time, though no one knows where he goes. He is also terrifyingly efficient in a fight and very knowledgeable about the subject’s he teaches. [/hider]

[hider= Maurine Rickter][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5a/37/4d/5a374d8726e6ebd02903bc4719ad0aa8.jpg[/img]

[u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Maurine Rickter (Not her real name but the one she took as a teacher) 

[u][b]Race:[/b][/u] Naga (Naga are a sort of snake/human hybrid. They are often able to take on the form a a large serpant, a normal human, or a mix of the two.) 

[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 250

[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Female

[u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u] Has three forms she is capable of taking. In her serpent form she is 16’ long with green and black scales and a white underbelly. Her head is cobra like with with long pointed fangs capable of dispensing venom. Her eyes are yellow with black slits for pupils. 

In her human form she stands at 5’6” with a thin and toned body. She has no scales to speak of, though her eyes do retain the yellow color and slits for pupils. Her hair is is a greenish black in color and her ears have a slight point to them. 

Most often though she appears as a mixture of the two forms. She has the long snake like body where her legs would be but retains a human torso. Black and green scales cover her forearms and her fingers have sharp dagger like nails. Her teeth are generally sharper then a humans in this form. Her hair is long and the same blackish green color as her human form, but her ears become even more pointed. 

[u][b]Class:[/b][/u] Sorceress 

[u][b]Personality:[/b][/u] Maurine, known as Mari by most of the staff, is a hard individual to read. She often comes off as cold and calculating. She has little time for foolish games and will not hesitate to discipline those she feels are making foolish decisions. However, there is a great deal of kindness in her. She seems to love teaching and watching her students grow. She is ferociously loyal to Hoseforn, and insulting the old wizard in front of her is a good way to get hurt. She is highly intelligent, and her grasp on all things magic is impressive. 

[u][b]Classes Taught:[/b][/u] Rudimentary, Intermediate, Advanced, and Expert level magic classes. 

[u][b]Biography:[/b][/u] The life of a Naga is never an easy one. There appearance is often terrifying to those who don't know anything about them, and so most other races fear and persecute them. Mari was no different. Iin her younger years she was part of a small clan of Naga that roamed the deserts, trading with travelers and harming no one. Her people loved music and basking in the warm sun, and were experts at finding fresh water in an otherwise inhospitable environment. 

Sadly, at a young age her clan was found and murdered by a group of “hunters” who were after the unique snake skin that her kind possessed. Her father managed to pick her up and carry her off, hiding her in a nearby cave, but he went back to help the others and never returned. Mari searched for any survivors of her clan for a time, but was never able to find them. For years after the attack she was forced to remain in her human form out of fear of being discovered by those who hunted her kind. She moved from city to city, never staying anywhere for long and never getting close with anyone. She survived, but she never trusted anyone.

Eventually she was found by a small group of hunters, who knew what she was because of her strange yellow eyes. She would have surely died that day, had it not been for an incredibly old, possibly insane, wizard who happened by. The man, who Mari later came to know as Hoseforn, turned the hunters into large newts, who then promptly exploded. 

Hoseforn became fascinated by Mari, not because of what she was, but because she had “incredible magical potential.” Though weary of him at first, Mari agreed to travel with the old wizard, and has stayed by his side for the past 160 years. Hoseforn taught Mari everything she knows about magic, which is a great deal to say the least. In return she protects Hoseforn with her life, runs the day to day operations of the Academy and teaches many of the students how to harness their magical potential. [/hider]