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Darius by@FunnyGuy and Dante by @Alivefalling

Darius & Dante Blackbourn ⋆ 30 ⋆ Male ⋆ Human

Appearances

Darius

Height:
6’2" “Dante’s wearing those ugly ass boots again”

Build:
Athletic, Muscular, Lean

Hair Color:
Dark Brown

Hair Length
Medium Length

Eye Color:
Brown

Skin Tone:
Dark

Distinguishing features:
Minor cauliflower ear in both ears, a phoenix tattoo on his back, a sleeve on his left arm depicting warfare in a mashup of different eras, a tattoo on his right wrist in Courier New text reading “Are you finished?”  and a chest piece depicting a three-eyed oni.

Dante

Height:
6'3" "I always told Darius that I'd come out on top."

Build:
Very stocky and muscular

Hair Color:
Dark Brown

Hair Length
Very Short

Eye Color:
Brown

Skin Tone:
Dark

Distinguishing features:
Scars on his back, a scar beside his right eye from a bullet graze, an identifiably large figure, a dragon tattoo on his back that lines up with his scars well, both his hands have burn scars, and a tattoo on his left wrist in Courier New text reading “I'm not finished.”

Psychology

Darius

Likes:
⋆ Meeting new people
⋆ Dancing
⋆ Competing
⋆ Anime & manga
⋆ Social media 
⋆ PROTEIN
⋆ Flaunting
⋆ Most pop culture
⋆ Being active
⋆ Music “Listen, I can play a few instruments. Bruh beat box if you need me to! Yo, I can freestyle if you need me to!”
⋆ Thirst traps
Dante

Likes: 
⋆ Traveling
⋆ Teamwork
⋆ Competing
⋆ Combat
⋆ Fantasy Novels
⋆ Anime & manga
⋆ Historical European martial arts
⋆ Working out
⋆ All kinds of music, especially rap music
⋆ Being on boats  "Nothing like being under the sun and the open ocean. You know I've even seen a few sharks."
⋆ Odd trinkets such as rocks, historical artifacts, and crystals
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Dislikes:
⋆ Closed mindedness
⋆ Being belittled
⋆ Stagnation
⋆ Disrespect toward Dante ”Well, unless it’s me.”
⋆ Failure
⋆ Cowardice
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Dislikes: 
⋆ Those who cannot take a joke
⋆ Others not trying to help in situations
⋆ Failure
⋆ Disrespect toward Darius "I know he's an idiot, but give him a break, man."
⋆ Unfriendly people
⋆ Not knowing the solution to a problem

Fears:
⋆ Dying without knowing.
⋆ Being wrong in his endeavors
⋆ Large creatures. Naturally.

Habits/Quirks
⋆ Says “Let’s do this!” before engaging in a grand or challenging activity.
⋆ Tries to work out once a day in any way possible.
⋆ Caters to women a bit more than men. “I’m a feminist!”
⋆ He can overindulge in pleasures of the flesh.
⋆ Always looking to improve things, even if it’s minuscule.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Fears:
⋆ Being useless
⋆ Not being able to protect his brother
⋆ Confined spaces

Habits/Quirks
⋆ Says “Get ready to rock and roll!” before engaging in a grand or challenging activity.
⋆ Constantly looking for more ways to self-improve
⋆ Always needs to fully explore his new surroundings and learn anything he can about it.
⋆ He likes to always keep busy; he never stays still. 
⋆ Enjoys scaring people. “I could be around any corner!”

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Darius's Personality:
Darius is a social butterfly to the max. He’ll speak to anyone! They could have two heads, extra arms, fewer limbs than normal, or a really distracting lazy eye. Darius will talk to them. The guy is also rather selfless, always giving to those less fortunate than himself. He believes the team is only as strong as its weakest member, so he always makes sure those in his company are well-equipped. One thing that breaks this trend is when he gets into a competitive mood. He can sometimes become blind to others’ needs or take things too far despite what might be planned after him going all out. Darius is mostly kind to those he doesn’t know while he teases and lightly bullies those he’s very close to. His presence is typically warm to others as Darius tries to remain positive most of the time.
⋆ Darius is a big hugger. Physical touch is like a boost for Darius to connect to others. When it comes to trust, Darius trusts others until they break it with him. He’s the type to give others a chance despite their reputation. 

⋆ Darius can become angered if something unfortunate happens to someone close to him or if he’s frustrated by something he cannot control. Although rare, negative occurrences that Darius feels emotional about can strongly change his thinking on certain topics. Darius isn’t the most patient person. He strikes first as he perceives this as getting an advantage. Darius will complain if he has to wait for longer than he believes is necessary. Now is he brave? He can be sure. Darius isn’t afraid of the normal able-bodied person but put an 8ft roided-looking orc with a battle ax in front of him. Darius can cool under pressure when dealing with most normal stresses but throw something unfamiliar in front of him and he can doubt himself. One thing Darius is known for doing is talking himself through his problems aloud. Despite his shortfalls in reacting to stressors, Darius’ reaction speed is exceptional. He’s quick on his feet and isn’t one to let up his guard just because he feels he has the upper hand in a confrontation. 

Darius isn’t a traditional genius as advanced math and science escape him most of the time. “Yeah, leave that to the nerds.” However when it comes to combat Darius’ mind flourishes with techniques, post-combat adaption, and training approaches. Darius never intends to manipulate anyone, though he usually makes friends quite easily. His banter with Dante can be a little off-putting to some but most will forgive such instances when he demonstrates his bright outlook and charitable deeds. Sense of humor? Darius thinks he hits the middle ground with humor though he can usually be quite funny unintentionally.

Dante's Personality:
Dante is quite extroverted especially around Darius as he wants to be someone his brother can look up to. He is not selfish and will go to far lengths to help those in danger or those he cares about. Dante is kind but when it comes down to his job he can be considered mean or cruel depending on how you look at things. Dante is willing to sacrifice himself if it means saving or protecting someone close to him.

Dante has a calm demeanor for the most part but can lose his temper if he fails to do something or is unable to help in a situation he feels he should be helping. Dante can be patient in some circumstances but for the most part, is quite impatient and very much a go-getter. Dante is brave being an ex-soldier and mercenary. Braveness was drilled into him to fight for the things he loves and cares about. He is sometimes overcome with anxiety thinking about something happening to Darius or failing to fit the perfect image he was to his family for him to look up to. Dante is a quick reactor due to the training and work required for his occupation.

He has over-average intelligence but that is mostly in combat, survival, and street smarts. Dante can be charismatic when he wants to be; he can chameleon in situations as he was trained for covert operations. He has a mild sense of humor but it isn’t perfect. Well, Dante is sane for the most part he did develop minor PTSD from when he was in combat for the military and mercenary work. Dante is usually more energized when competing or in combat but outside of that he is a lot more chill and relaxed.

Background

Darius

Occupation
Mixed Martial Arts Fighter

Current Equipment:
 Shot glass
Dante

Occupation
Mercenary, Marine

Current Equipment:
Shot glass, cell phone, and a knife in his pocket.

The Blackbourn History

The Blackbourn brothers had always been active on their feet since… since they could walk. These twins were always in competition. Foot races, pushup contests, one on one pick-up games, and even a few unfriendly fights. So it was no surprise to anyone that they both chose career paths that fulfilled that primal urge they both had. The weird thing was that while Dante enlisted in the armed forces, Darius was hard focused on mixed martial arts. 

Dante grew up with high expectations from his parents, Eric and Monica. Eric served in the Marine Corps and had his foot halfway in the door for most of his childhood, home at times, away at others. His mother was home with Dante and his brother Darius often and she was a very nice lady. They were momma’s boys. He had expectations, mostly from his father, who would call even when he was away to make sure Dante was getting good grades. Dante succeeded in everything people asked through sheer anxiety of failing and not wanting to let people down.

Darius hadn’t been the best in his weight class but his competitiveness and innate talent made him quite the contender. He’d won a title, but he also lost it too. In this world, he knew he wouldn’t win everything and that failure only happened to those who gave up on themselves. Most of his life at this point was a cycle of training, fighting a match, partying and indulging in vices, and meeting people to strike promotion deals with or sign autographs for. Despite some of the reclusiveness he had to practice, Darius always enjoyed connecting with others whenever he could. Even his rivals liked him. Still, the closest person to him was always the hardest to reach. Dante had entered the military service, requiring him to go on many extended tours to fight. To fight in a different way than he had. While Darius fought for sport and his fans, Dante fought for his life and the lives of others. 

Dante joined the army when he was 18 as an infantryman. He wound up deploying twice but left the service after his second term. Upon his exit, Dante joined a mercenary group to operate militarily without the restrictions the army placed on him.  His mercenary work was kept secret from his family. To their knowledge, he was still enlisted in the army.

Still, the two respected and loved each other just as much as when they grew up together. It was no surprise when the two planned a vacation getaway in Bali, renting out a villa, the two felt they could conquer the world when they were together. Just as they took a celebratory toast an unexpected sinkhole that was meant to end the journeys of two Blackbourns earned them a one-way ticket to a place called Avalia. Too bad that the problem was that it had already been conquered. 

Combat and Magic Stats

Darius

Fitness Level:
Darius has been active since he could walk with his athleticism only increasing as he’s gotten older. He’s always trying to better himself even after reaching 30 years old. He trains at least six days a week if feasible so he remains a contending fighter.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Darius is very formidable in hand-to-hand combat with his overall fitness being exceptional
⋆ Due to his training, Darius has high endurance even under intense physical demands.
⋆ Trained in martial arts, Darius is quick on his feet with a sharp reaction time.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ He can pull his punches if he believes someone is physically weaker due to their appearance. He is also not trying to kill someone outright.
⋆ He is not trained in anything stealth related.
⋆ If he indulges in vices, he will over-indulge most of the time leaving himself in a vulnerable state for several hours and even the following day. This can also happen if he pushes himself to his limits in a physical bout.

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Darius has five years of recreational experience with Kali sticks and bo staff while having three years of recreational experience with knives. So he knows the basics and is at least familiar with these three weapons when he picks them up but they served more as a pathway for his training with no reason to use them professionally. Surprisingly, Darius has more experience with a handgun, eight years.   

 Hand-to-Hand Combat:
Darius has approximately 15 years of mixed martial arts experience including elements of Brazilian Jiujitsu, Filipino Eskrima, and Muoy Thai.
Ability on Avalia:
Geokinesis

Dante

Fitness Level:
⋆  Dante is highly active as he grew up always involved in sports and competition. He always pushed himself further and further, enlisting in the military and joining a mercenary group. He even joined Historical European martial arts.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ His overall muscular strength from his sheer amount of training and putting every fiber of his being into self-improvement
⋆ Extremely high stamina/endurance due to his military background and training for MMA
⋆ Decent dexterity - He is able to move efficiently and dodge attacks pretty easily with his quick reactions

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Not a remarkably fast runner due to the weight of his body.
⋆ He lacks some flexibility from his large muscles.
⋆ His huge build works against him as he cannot fit in small places and others can find him hard to carry.

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Melee Combat:  Dante has trained in multiple melee weapons like knives for twelve years and on the side he has practiced combat with a long sword and shield for ten years but this has not been used in real combat.
⋆ Gun Combat: Dante has twelve years of experience from his time in the military and mercenary group.

 Hand-to-Hand Combat:
Twelve years of army combative training and three years of MMA in his early years.

Ability on Avalia:
Geokinesis

Darius’s Stats

Physical Stats

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Combat Stats

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Gun Combat:  ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

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Dante’s Stats

Physical Stats

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Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

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Durability:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Combat Stats

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Bladed Combat:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Gun Combat:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Magic  Combat:⬤◯◯◯◯


Darius Height: 6’2" “Dante’s wearing those ugly ass boots again” Build: Athletic, Muscular, Lean Hair Color: Dark Brown Hair Length Medium Length Eye Color: Brown Skin Tone: Dark Distinguishing features: Minor cauliflower ear in both ears, a phoenix tattoo on his back, a sleeve on his left arm depicting warfare in a mashup of different eras, a tattoo on his right wrist in Courier New text reading “Are you finished?” and a chest piece depicting a three-eyed oni.	Dante Height: 6'3" "I always told Darius that I'd come out on top." Build: Very stocky and muscular Hair Color: Dark Brown Hair Length Very Short Eye Color: Brown Skin Tone: Dark Distinguishing features: Scars on his back, a scar beside his right eye from a bullet graze, an identifiably large figure, a dragon tattoo on his back that lines up with his scars well, both his hands have burn scars, and a tattoo on his left wrist in Courier New text reading “I'm not finished.”


Darius Likes: ⋆ Meeting new people ⋆ Dancing ⋆ Competing ⋆ Anime & manga ⋆ Social media ⋆ PROTEIN ⋆ Flaunting ⋆ Most pop culture ⋆ Being active ⋆ Music “Listen, I can play a few instruments. Bruh beat box if you need me to! Yo, I can freestyle if you need me to!” ⋆ Thirst traps	Dante Likes: ⋆ Traveling ⋆ Teamwork ⋆ Competing ⋆ Combat ⋆ Fantasy Novels ⋆ Anime & manga ⋆ Historical European martial arts ⋆ Working out ⋆ All kinds of music, especially rap music ⋆ Being on boats "Nothing like being under the sun and the open ocean. You know I've even seen a few sharks." ⋆ Odd trinkets such as rocks, historical artifacts, and crystals ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎


Dislikes: ⋆ Closed mindedness ⋆ Being belittled ⋆ Stagnation ⋆ Disrespect toward Dante ”Well, unless it’s me.” ⋆ Failure ⋆ Cowardice ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎	Dislikes: ⋆ Those who cannot take a joke ⋆ Others not trying to help in situations ⋆ Failure ⋆ Disrespect toward Darius "I know he's an idiot, but give him a break, man." ⋆ Unfriendly people ⋆ Not knowing the solution to a problem


Fears: ⋆ Dying without knowing. ⋆ Being wrong in his endeavors ⋆ Large creatures. Naturally. Habits/Quirks ⋆ Says “Let’s do this!” before engaging in a grand or challenging activity. ⋆ Tries to work out once a day in any way possible. ⋆ Caters to women a bit more than men. “I’m a feminist!” ⋆ He can overindulge in pleasures of the flesh. ⋆ Always looking to improve things, even if it’s minuscule. Sexuality: Heterosexual	Fears: ⋆ Being useless ⋆ Not being able to protect his brother ⋆ Confined spaces Habits/Quirks ⋆ Says “Get ready to rock and roll!” before engaging in a grand or challenging activity. ⋆ Constantly looking for more ways to self-improve ⋆ Always needs to fully explore his new surroundings and learn anything he can about it. ⋆ He likes to always keep busy; he never stays still. ⋆ Enjoys scaring people. “I could be around any corner!” Sexuality: Heterosexual


Darius Occupation Mixed Martial Arts Fighter Current Equipment: Shot glass	Dante Occupation Mercenary, Marine Current Equipment: Shot glass, cell phone, and a knife in his pocket.


Darius Fitness Level: Darius has been active since he could walk with his athleticism only increasing as he’s gotten older. He’s always trying to better himself even after reaching 30 years old. He trains at least six days a week if feasible so he remains a contending fighter. What are your character’s physical strengths? ⋆ Darius is very formidable in hand-to-hand combat with his overall fitness being exceptional ⋆ Due to his training, Darius has high endurance even under intense physical demands. ⋆ Trained in martial arts, Darius is quick on his feet with a sharp reaction time. What are your character’s physical weaknesses? ⋆ He can pull his punches if he believes someone is physically weaker due to their appearance. He is also not trying to kill someone outright. ⋆ He is not trained in anything stealth related. ⋆ If he indulges in vices, he will over-indulge most of the time leaving himself in a vulnerable state for several hours and even the following day. This can also happen if he pushes himself to his limits in a physical bout. Years of Experience: Weapon(s): ⋆ Darius has five years of recreational experience with Kali sticks and bo staff while having three years of recreational experience with knives. So he knows the basics and is at least familiar with these three weapons when he picks them up but they served more as a pathway for his training with no reason to use them professionally. Surprisingly, Darius has more experience with a handgun, eight years. Hand-to-Hand Combat: Darius has approximately 15 years of mixed martial arts experience including elements of Brazilian Jiujitsu, Filipino Eskrima, and Muoy Thai. Ability on Avalia: Geokinesis	Dante Fitness Level: ⋆ Dante is highly active as he grew up always involved in sports and competition. He always pushed himself further and further, enlisting in the military and joining a mercenary group. He even joined Historical European martial arts. What are your character’s physical strengths? ⋆ His overall muscular strength from his sheer amount of training and putting every fiber of his being into self-improvement ⋆ Extremely high stamina/endurance due to his military background and training for MMA ⋆ Decent dexterity - He is able to move efficiently and dodge attacks pretty easily with his quick reactions What are your character’s physical weaknesses? ⋆ Not a remarkably fast runner due to the weight of his body. ⋆ He lacks some flexibility from his large muscles. ⋆ His huge build works against him as he cannot fit in small places and others can find him hard to carry. Years of Experience: Weapon(s): ⋆ Melee Combat: Dante has trained in multiple melee weapons like knives for twelve years and on the side he has practiced combat with a long sword and shield for ten years but this has not been used in real combat. ⋆ Gun Combat: Dante has twelve years of experience from his time in the military and mercenary group. Hand-to-Hand Combat: Twelve years of army combative training and three years of MMA in his early years. Ability on Avalia: Geokinesis

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Bio

Zora Sene ⋆ 26 ⋆ Female Human

Appearance

Height:
5'24" (1,60m) 

Build:
Slender and lean build, somewhat athletic.

Hair Color:
Black

Hair Length:
Just below the shoulders

Eye Color:
Hazel

Skin Tone:
Reddish-brown

Distinguishing Features:
⋆ Wears a ram horn headdress, decorated with red feathers on the very tip and a corset made of various animal bones.
⋆ Has tattoos covering her entire body and often paints her face white in a pattern resembling a skull.
⋆ Long and sharp nails, which are often painted black.

Psychology

Likes: 
⋆ The sea.
⋆ Freedom, both her own and others.
⋆ Those who are true to and follow their own desires and ambitions.
⋆ Rituals, dances and sacrifices to commune with and appease the spirits.
⋆ Rum and spices.

Dislikes: 
⋆ Those who disrespect the spirits, the sea and the dead.
⋆ Those who refuse to follow their own desires and ambitions.
⋆ People who preach about self-sacrifice, abstinence and purity, who preach about the 'evilness' of following one's desires.
⋆ Injustice.

Fears:
⋆ The wrath of the spirits and the Sea.
⋆ Being imprisoned or losing her freedom.
⋆ Being forgotten. Leaving nothing behind after she dies.

Habits/Quirks
⋆ Sometimes use her nails to prick other people's skin and draw a single drop of blood, which is used on small rituals and divination. She tends to occasionally trespass on others 'personal space'.
⋆ Enjoys making 'deals' with others. 
⋆ Enjoys having influencing others. Either by purposely being enigmatic with her words or by controlling information she tells to someone that comes to her. She has no qualms against manipulating others for her own benefit.
⋆ Will never deny a request or disrespect a parley. No matter the situation.

Sexuality: 
Heterossexual

Personality: 
 
Despite her enigmatic ways, Zora is still an extroverted person. She often approach those that draw her interest rather quickly, something that makes her quite easy both to approach and talk to (especially to those who offer her a good spiced rum). Despite that, those who mistake her sociability for kindness or selflessness would be gravely mistaken. While it is true that Zora will help those who come to her, assuming they treat her with respect, her help never comes without a cost. Be it either strings attached to her 'deals' or with her manipulating you for her own benefit. Needless to say, due to this peculiar nature, Zora is a bit cautious regarding whom she trusts... Lest her own tricks be used against her.

Regarding her temper, Zora is normally a calm and patient person... Until she isn't. It does take a considerable effort to make her lose her calm but when she does, her fury is as terrible as the tumultuous sea. Fierce, unrelenting and impulsive. 
Although is rather rare, when she really loses her temper, there is little one can do to placate her ire other than just letting her calm down by herself. Zora does hold grudges for a long time until she can repay the offenses that were committed. At the same time, Zora does not easily forget when someone helps or assists her and is sure to repay the debt. 

More than once, Zora has been referred to as an enchantress, both due to her cunning and sharp mind and her charisma. Many were those who fell victims to her words or her charm. To deal with Zora without knowing exactly what you want and exactly how to ask for it is to invite disaster. Despite that, those who know Zora well, know that she is bound by a very strict set of morals, which prevail above everything else, even her fickle nature... 

Such tenets are: 

To never break a promise, deal or contract.
Once parley has been established, it shall not be broken, as it is a sacred tradition both to the sea and the spirits.
No harm shall be done to each other or their crew by either those who shared table and drink with, at least until the next day.

While rather specific, Zora's knowledge is unparalleled in the fields she specialize in, such as the sea, poisons, herbs, anatomy (animal and human, to a certain extent) and venom.

Background

Occupation
Fortune teller, Soothsayer, Witch doctor... Both her names and titles were many.

Living Immediate Family Members:
Orphan.

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Parents - Unknown

Current Companions:
TBD

Current and Past Lover(s):
None

Current Equipment:
Apart from the handles, which are made with a suspiciously sized femur, both of them are just normal sickles. Zora uses them both as a weapons and a tools to gather herbs & etc.

History:

Soothsayer, fortune teller, witch, mystic... Those were only some of the titles the enigmatic woman named Zora would be known thorough the seas. But before she earner those titles, Zora was simply a small girl on a small tribal village in the Caribbean islands. Born in 1656, she was raised and taught by shamans and witch doctors. While she was being taught to was to take up her teachers' positions, the constant visits from pirates, sailors and buccaneers ended up waking up a thirst for freedom on the young Zora.

Every time they came to her village to ask for favorable winds for their travels, protection against spirits, herbs to sooth the pains from wounds or even incenses to soothe their spirits, the young Zora, which was already quite outspoken and charismatic even at a young age, would ask them for tales of the sea and even to teach her how to use a knife to fight. It was exactly the contact with those people that ended up being a deciding factor that led the young Zora to leave her village.

Zora's first year on the sea was spent boarding from ship to ship. Having left her village on a small merchant ship, she would disembark on docks, offering help to those seemed to need it. Sailors and pirates are naturally superstitious, so it didn't take much for Zora to amaze them at first. Herbs, salves, special 'mixtures' of tobacco to calm down the nerves, poisons, sea and weather predictions. For every problem, she always seemed to have a solution.

It was around 1674, when Zora had 18 years that her name started getting known through the seas. Rumors about her started appearing as she continued traveling. About a Mystic who could interpret the sea and the waves, about a witch doctor that could solve any ailment and cure any poison, about a soothsayer who could see one's future and give them advice or warnings.

But fame also came it's fair share of problems... Such as some pirates, who wanted to monopolize Zora's services, to have an advantage over their enemies. Until then, Zora's fame was of a powerful mystic, but after stories of how she dealt with those who tried to make her a prisoner that her fame took a new level. From nasty sickle wounds and sliced necks to even tales of how Zora cursed the sailors who offended her, throwing the fury of the sea on their ship, by sending them to violent and stormy seas. After a few similar cases, with most of those who offended or came after Zora suffering either in her hands or in the hands of the sea, to cross Zora was the same as to make the inexorable and unrelenting sea their own enemy.

From that moment onward, from a normal woman, Zora's status and fame became closer to a powerful entity, some even claimed her to be the personification of the sea... The will of the seas itself, in a mortal body. But once again, fame does come with it's cost. Even though most feared having the wrath of the seas brought upon them, it was simply impossible to ignore the amount of power and influence a single woman had over what happened through the seas. To make it even worse, Zora was never someone who could be controlled with anything other than the most traditional rules and codes of the sea. No amount of money or jewels would be able to buy her, nor any amount of ships. Zora never played sides nor refused a 'deal' that interested her. In some wayss, she was freer than anybody else. Moving and acting solely by her whims and desires and for a good amount of time, there was nobody that could or wished to stop her.

But this all changed when a group of powerful privateers-turned-pirates, with the consent of most of the notorious crews from the time, made an effort to finally 'control' Zora by 'escort' her to a stronghold in the Bahamas. While they claimed to be only for Zora's own 'protection', for Zora, to keep her in one place for too long, regardless of how luxurious and comfortable it was, was closer to imprisonment than it was of protection. But this time, no amount of manipulation seemed to be able to free her, since most of the powerful pirates hated the idea of having to submit and being controlled by someone... Even if that someone was Zora.

Zora could never truly control the weather or the seas and all the rumors saying she could were nothing more than exaggerations from her simply being able to read the tides and the weather but due the fame she earned and the many rumors, her existence had been elevated close to a mythical figure and as such, when terrible storms and hurricanes started assailing the seas, many immediately attributed those to Zora, claiming that taking her away from the sea had angered it. 

Even though such storms weren't exactly rare, especially in the last semester of a year, they were particularly violent on that year. When storms and hurricanes started lasting for entire years, sinking ships and claiming many lives, the rumors only became stronger and out of desperation, the pirates turned to Zora again. In the end, it was finally time for Zora to pay for taking advantage of the fame she had earned. In an effort to calm down the seas, many sailors grouped up, invading the stronghold and tied Zora, taking her to sail directly towards the a storm that began forming on the horizon. 

No matter how much Zora cursed them, how much she shouted, nothing could dissuade the terrified sailors. In their fanaticism in their superstitious thoughts, Zora was not a woman, but instead, she and the sea were two parts of the same thing and after being imprisoned, the sea now claimed for it's other half and the only way to quell it's fury was to reunite both of them again. And so, with a fiery determination, they sailed towards the storm, regardless of how strong the winds were, regardless of the rain, the waves and the lightning and when their ship started to creak and protest under the unrelenting assault of the waves, they took Zora to the deck, making her walk the plank.

"Foolish men! The sea is bigger than any one of us! No one can control it, not even me!" Zora shouted, her voice echoing above the mighty roar of the waves as she cursed the sailors.

"Your attempts to control it through me will be met with failure and your audacity will be severely punished!" Zora cursed, being gradually pushed further towards the end of the board, until she finally fell into the violent waters.

The sea seemed to open in the spot Zora fell, forming a whirlpool and dragging her further below as she struggled and trashed against the ropes with the noises of the sailors cheering in the background. Strangely enough, only a second after she fell, a bright light appeared, surrounding her. It was only for a moment but when it stopped, Zora was nowhere to be seen, with only the ropes that were tying her left behind...

Combat and Magic

Fitness Level:
⋆ To live among pirates requires a lot of stamina. Either to help around the ship, fight, defend oneself and when necessary, running for one's life. Despite being a rather 'important' figure for most pirates, Zora still had to deal with many situations and for that, she always had to keep a healthy and strong body.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Flexibility and agility. Zora uses a ritual sickle as a weapon and her fighting style mixes ritual dances with the quick movements she learned with pirates.
⋆ Dexterity. Sickles are famous for being incredibly dangerous if used as weapons... Both for the user and the enemy. The fact that Zora constantly uses one both as a tool and a weapon means that if she isn't dexterous, at least one of her hands wouldn't have all its fingers.
⋆ Stamina. There were a few times where ships Zora was in had... unfortunate encounter with other pirates and she had to swim back to safety.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Low strength and weight.
⋆ Low durability. The fact that Zora needs to keep her body nimble and agile for dances and rituals mean she cannot take many hits.
⋆ Hand to hand combat. If disarmed, apart from using poisons and toxins, Zora can't do much in hand-to-hand combat.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):
⋆ Sickle - She began to learn how to fight with knives from pirates when she was 8 years old and started practicing ritual dances with the sickles when she was 7. Her particular style of fighting was created by her when she was 10 years old. Her total experience fighting with a sickle is about 16 years. 

Hand-to-hand Combat:
⋆ None.

Magical Abilities: 

Ability on Avalia:
Hydrokinesis

Zora’s Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Combat Stats

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Sickle Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Knife Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Magic Stats

Hydrokinesis: ⬤◯◯◯◯

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A U R O R A    D Y E W Y N N

W A T C H   B I R T H   A N D   D E A T H :
T H E   L O T U S   H A S   A L R E A D Y
O P E N E D   I T S   F L O W E R .

P S Y C H O L O G Y

F E M A L E ⋆ L I G H T  E L F
423 ⋆ 5'8 ⋆ 1 2 0   L B S
W H I T E   H A I R ⋆ W H I T E  E Y E S ⋆ P A L E  S K I N

L I K E S
⋆ Serenity
⋆ Friendship
⋆ Truth

D I S L I K E S
⋆ Chaos
⋆ Quarrels
⋆ Lies

F E A R S
⋆ Fighting
⋆ Providing Harm
⋆ Dark Magic

Q U I R K S
⋆ Bashful & Timid upon first meeting
⋆ Too honest at times
⋆ Hums religious hymns to ease herself 

P E R S O N A L I T Y

 	 Trained as a spiritual advisor, Aurora has a quiet but dutiful demeanor. She is seen as kind as she is reserved towards expressing her own feelings and opinions. She enjoys peace and tries to settle any disagreement before aggression arises. Therefore, the elf  prefers offering fundamental truths as opposed to unintentionally inviting any hesitation or dispute into a discussion. However, if need be, she is the first to offer herself as a sacrifice in any quarrel. 

	 Her will is patient, and even in a spar of any sort, Aurora remains calm and collective. She is generally slow in reacting, as she tries to avoid fights at all cost and considers the well-being of all involved. Her innocent face of worriment is a bold statement of how she humbly cares for those who are not herself. She does not wish to even think ill of her enemies. However, when she must defend a companion, she will honorably pursue her duty.

	 Aurora is seen as an easy target, but her wisdom provides for a way of life that guides her away from atrocities. Her charm is enchanting but never used in a dishonorable fashion. It speaks to the good in other creatures and can often times be ignored by the omens of others. Nonetheless, her foresight ought not to be dismissed, even by the most powerful.

	 In everything, Aurora cherishes life as she does all creatures as she takes not just her life but the life of those around her very seriously. For this reason, she tends to keep an arms distance from many others but is well appreciated and cautiously friendly towards all. Occasionally, she will engage in light-hearted whims. Her humor is sensitive and often causes a shy blush when pushed to react. In these moments, Aurora keeps them safeguarded in her memory, not taking them for granted. 

B A C K G R O U N D

O C C U P A T I O N

Spiritual Advisor

L I V I N G   I M M E D I A T E   F A M I L Y   M E M B E R S

M O T H E R
Forsythia Dyewynn
B R O T H E R
Rowan Dyewynn

D E A D   I M M E D I A T E   F A M I L Y   M E M B E R S

F A T H E R
Claderith Dyewynn

C U R R E N T   C O M P A N I O N S

TBA

C U R R E N T   A N D  P A S T   L O V E R (S)

None

C U R R E N T   E Q U I P M E N T

Cloak, Staff of Ara, small pouch of potions and herbs, religious magic book, enchanted earring to help enhance hearing.

H I S T O R Y

 	 Born of two elves, who both worked as safeguards for the royal court of the Sun Kingdom. Her mother was a dutiful maid, and her father was a spiritual advisor to the royal court. Aurora’s father Claderith Dyewynn was a much older elf, believing to keep his wisdom and clairvoyance through celibacy and chastity. He never let his mind wander into romantic territories until he  slowly softened his heart to Aurora’s mother Forsythia.

	 Forsythia bore Claderith two children. One son Rowan and later a daughter Aurora. Both were raised within the Sun Kingdom’s walls, and both have devoted their lives to continuing their servitude inside these royal grounds. Rowan decided to serve in the military with his horse Cephal. His knowledge and studies of archery and combat serve the kingdom well. On the other hand, Aurora was born blind and was there was great fear she would lead a crippled life. However, what she lacked physically, she more than compensated in wisdom and holy insight. 

	 Aurora was trained to be sensitive, not just to the heart of others but to the world around her. She can hear her surroundings and make accurate judgements on her whereabouts. If it were not for the white clouds shading her pupils, her grave and ease of movement can be thought as that of an elf with her site. 

	 Her lack of sight causes her to be less prone to worldly desires, and for such a reason, her studies, which follow the footsteps of her father as a spiritual advisor, have come more naturally for her than most. She began at an early age, having taken interest in other worldly duties due to her differences among the other eight elves. She has inherited the mindful duty of her father, letting little cease her interaction with the spiritual world. From her mother, she has inherited a tender touch and humble nature. 

C O M B A T   A N D   M A G I C

F I T N E S S   L E V E L

She is thin without much showing muscle. Not necessarily out of shape, but not one to herald in athletics. Her stamina is decent, as she can walk a long distance and jog a shorter distance.

P H Y S I C A L  S T R E N G T H

She is is sturdy and can lift a small amount of weight, weighing less than another Elf-like creature.

P H Y S I C A L  W E A K N E S S E S

Her blind eyes cause a worthy dilemma, despite her sharp hearing and awareness of surroundings. Blocking quick sudden attacks is a sure way to defeat Aurora. Her balance is relatively well-off, but her blind disposition does cause a disturbance when struck or balancing on a thin object. 

W E A P O N S

Staff of Ara

A magical staff that heralds magic and the like.

H A N D - T O - H A N D  C O M B A T

N/A

Y E A R S  O F  M A G I C

420

B E S T  A B I L I T Y

Foresight

A U R O R A ‘ S   S T A T S

P H Y S I C A L   S T A T S

Strength: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Ground Speed: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Dexterity: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

M A G I C  S T A T S 

Offensive Photokinesis: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Illusions (includes invisibility): ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Shielding: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Foresight: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

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Arlen Vanwye ⋆ 122 ⋆ Male ⋆ Light elf

Height:
5'6 (167 cm)

Build:
Wiry

Hair Color:
Black

Hair Length:
Mid-back

Eye Color:
Crimson

Skin Tone:
Pale

Distinguishing features:
⊛ His ruby eyes.
⊛ A petite, slender figure.
⊛ A pretty face.
⊛ Delicate bone structure.
⊛ Some old scars (whip marks on his back, knife wounds on his chest).
⊛ A healed cut under his right eye.

Likes:
⊛ Adventure.
⊛ Freedom.
⊛ Indulging his curiosity.
⊛ Good food, nice clothing, shiny trinkets.
⊛ The sky and the sea.
⊛ Sweets.
⊛ High places.
⊛ Music and songs.

Fears:
⊛ Maiming.
⊛ Torture.
⊛ Being broken.
⊛ Starvation.
⊛ Capture.

Dislikes:
⊛ Being afraid, acting like a coward.
⊛ Falling for someone’s act.
⊛ Small, enclosed spaces.
⊛ Being on his own for too long.
⊛ Nihilism, pessimism.
⊛ Opening up; sharing personal, unhappy stories.
⊛ Avalia's tyranic oppressors and their willing lackeys.

Habits/Quirks:
⊛ Barely ever sits properly.
⊛ Likes to get on top of various furniture.
⊛ Seeks out good vantage points.
⊛ Sticky fingers.
⊛ Sleeps lightly, with his weapons close by.
⊛ Sometimes hums under his breath.
⊛ Moves quietly without even thinking about it.

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Personality:
Brash | Lighthearted | Capricious | Adaptable | Self-indulgent | Sharp-tongued | Roguish

Arlen is lively and active, and wants to get the most out of life. He seems happy-go-lucky, and full of a youthful, brazen confidence. But he is rather adept at judging situations, and getting out of them before they turn awry. Danger does have an appeal to him, and he is a bit of a thrill-seeker. Still, he has a persistent survival instinct, and when that kicks in, there needs to be a very good reason for him to stick around. He has a penchant for nice things, and prefers to get something out of the work he does. He’s got the backs of those who have his, and does what he can for the resistance, but isn’t altruistic per se.

He is open, amicable, and affectionate, and can easily chat up strangers. He likes casual, friendly, or even flirty banter and touches, and enjoys a good laugh. He can be playful, mischievous, and teasing; sometimes provocative. However, Arlen is by no means trusting, despite the outward friendliness. He is socially cunning, learning what makes people tick. He may prod others to test them and their reactions. He is mercurial, and gets moody, at times childishly sulking. But he rarely stays upset for long. Anger in the form of hate or vengefulness gets channeled into the desire to kill, though.

Arlen can be patient, but often isn’t. He seems to get jittery with nothing to do. If pressed, he can remain eerily still and silent. It’s a bad time for him though, and he needs his outlets. His formal education is limited, and his knowledge more so practical than theoretic. But he is clever and quick to pick up on things. He is curious, but not dedicated to learning. Certainly crafty; not scholarly. Arlen’s reflexes and instincts are one point, but he also tends to be too quick to act out on his ideas. He likes to think he is charming, and strives to be. But he’s kind of a brat, too. He will persuade, manipulate, or even deceive if that’s what it takes. He struggles with trauma, and has some related issues, but it’s not usually apparent – which is by design.

Occupation:
Acrobat (former)
Thief (former)
Pirate (current)

Living Immediate Family Members:
A few relatives he hasn't met

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Gwyn Vanwye - older sister
Sulien Vanwye - father
Nuria Vanwye - mother
Aurelian & Iselin Vanwye - paternal grandparents
Armand & Genevieve Dalmas - maternal grandparents

Current Companions:
The Saltrunner's crew

Current and Past Lover(s):
Several dalliances

Current Equipment:A pair of short swords.
A pair of daggers, concealed.
A pair of pistols.
Coin pouch.

History:Early life
Arlen was born on the outskirts of the Sun Elf Kingdom to an elf couple who had had only one other child so far; his older sister Gwyn. They lived in a charming cottage within a small but tight-knight community. His parents were entertainers – musicians – and they performed at various festivals, events, and establishments. It wasn’t rare that they were hired by the middle district venues, and likely could have made a living there. But they always said nature was their muse. They also seemed to appreciate the serenity of a quieter, more sparsely populated location.

Arlen has fond memories of running into the nearby forest, trying to jump from tree to tree like the squirrels, taking a dip in the streams, or following the brooks to their sources. His favourite spot was a waterfall running over a steep cliffside into a crystalline lake. How many times he’d climbed up there only to make a leaping run into the water…Usually joined by his sister, who looked after him with fond exasperation.

As much as they enjoyed the local forest, the city had a special draw for both siblings. There was always so much going on! So many fascinating sights, people, and activities. Arlen marveled over it all. But what inspired his passion was the time he caught a circus performance. The acrobatic spectacles he’d witnessed had him decide then and there that was the thing he wanted to do for life. His parents certainly weren’t opposed, and supported him in his endeavors. 

Much as they had done for Gwyn when she had decided to become a soldier.

No one thought much of his sister’s life path.

The war and its aftermath
But then, the dark elves declared a war on all of Avalia.

Tensions were rising, and it was as if terror had embedded itself into the mind of the general populace.

Arlen was afraid for Gwyn, and so were their parents. She was a young trainee, yet that wasn’t a position without its dangers. Thankfully, their paternal grandparents promised to look out for her, and came out of their peaceful retirement to return to serve in the army. Meanwhile, their parents remained at home with Arlen.

The war ended within five years with the dark elves victorious. When the Sun Elf Kingdom had fallen, they had to dismiss their military force. Gwyn had come home alive and hale, if distraught. Their grandfather had perished. Their grandmother has been hospitalized, heavily injured. In the end, she hadn’t made it either. The time they’d stood on her deathbed, her body failing and mind feverish, was the only one Arlen remembers having seen his father weep.

Both during and after the war, work was scarcer. Their parents still strived to connect people with music, but far less had the means to pay for it. The countless dead were only one cost of the war. The economy had suffered a blow. Natural resources were lost, reduced, or tainted. 

The outskirts were struck the hardest. Swathes of forest had been cut through, so many fields burned and razed to the ground. Because they’d been in the way. Their local hospital was overfull, their communities broken apart or gone entirely. Hunting, agriculture, and various odd jobs altogether were barely enough for them to scrape by.

The worst of it all was the paranoia. In their village, where once upon a time, they could count on each other with their lives and more, there was now a miasma of suspicion. The rumours that their government had let them down, had been bribed by the dark elves, only deepened the mistrust. One elf – a local barkeep – had even volunteered to serve as an advisor to the new government.

Dark elven terrors became commonplace. Traitors were being hunted down, many publicly and brutally executed. People deemed suspicious were being taken in, some never to be seen again. Other returned, broken. Supplies were pillaged, or simply forcefully collected as a tribute. People were being stolen; kidnapped at a moment’s inattention. There were countless acts of casual violence inflicted.

One fateful day, his sister Gwyn was targeted. Accused of treason, she was taken. She’d apparently been witnessed attending odd meetings. She and some others – a group of would-be rebels – were apprehended.

Knowing his sister, it was not unimaginable that she’d genuinely had her heart set on resistance. But to learn of it like this? Due to some strangers’ condemnation? And then, his family and he were questioned, their house searched. Supposedly, there’d been enough evidence against her to remove her. Meanwhile, his family was let go, knowing they would be watched.

Had his sister truly been a rebel? Had she not said anything to protect them? Had she been falsely accused? Who had it been to betray her? Was it one of their neighbours? A supposed friend? Was it all dark elven fabrication, a tactic to break them down and subjugate them?

None of it mattered, really.

One day, his sister was simply gone. Disappeared, forever. His sister, so resilient, ardent, and brave; a soul so heroic she’d no doubt have tales written of her had she lived to pursue her ideals.

His sister, dead.

The journey
Neither he nor his parents could possibly stand to remain in their old home, then. So, they set out, making their living as traveling performers. Their earnings were paltry, and Gwyn’s absence was palpable, but it was better than remaining back there, in that house, in that village. There was the pervasive sense that if only they’d left sooner–

But even their grief and guilt were allayed with time. As a family unit, they could support and trust each other. They worked together often; his parents with their music, he with his gymnastics. His parents now warier of the world’s dangers, Arlen was intensively taught combat as a means of self-defense.

They spent years traveling, from city to city, from village to village. There were some areas where they preferred spending longer periods of time in, such as the River Fairy Kingdom (known as “Riverbloom” after the war). On one memorable occasion, they’d even been to Aldrakh. There was little good will between orcs and light elves, but it just so happened that the orcs had a large feast, and were in a good enough mood to ‘invite’ some stray guests. After the initial fear, it was admittedly fun, but Arlen was still glad that they’d not been held up there for too long.

They did return to their homeland once in a while, though never to the village they’d used to live in. It was nostalgic in some ways, but also painful. Thus, their visits to the Sun Elf Kingdom (now named “Illuminata”) were never lengthy.

However, traveling the world also gave them the perspective of how the tyranny they’d experienced back home was now present everywhere. Senseless suffering and violence were all too common, no matter where they went. Even as years passed, their new overlords didn’t give the impression that they’d ever come off their power high. The abuses of power would keep happening.

Nothing would change – unless it was changed.

They decided as a family to work towards the rebel cause, if less overtly than Gwyn might have done. They gathered intelligence where they could, and passed it onto whichever rebel group or individual had a use for it. Of course, they encrypted their intel, used disguises, had secret meeting locations, and so on and so forth. All the while they still acted as legitimate performers.

Despite all these precautions, misfortune struck. Their caravan was attacked on a secluded path by a group of bandits. Arlen had been in the back of the carriage, and had only heard some sort of commotion at first. Then, his mother managed to rush in, urging him into a hidden compartment. 

Her last words to him were: “Please…You must live. Keep the light with you, always.”

She was killed while pretending she was trying to gather up hidden documents to escape with. 

Paralyzed with shock, fear coursing through his very bones, Arlen remained compactly concealed in the cache, barely breathing. His mother’s blood slowly pooled over the wooden slating of the floor. The red life liquid slowly spread and oozed, staining the wood. Through a tiny opening, it dripped drop by drop into his hiding place. All he could do was watch wide-eyed, not daring to make a single sound.

Objectively, the attack did not last long.

But to Arlen, it felt like an eternity.

He was still trembling long after the attackers had departed. A few hours of silence later, he finally emerged.

His mother’s corpse was the first one he’d happened upon. It was right there, next to where he’d been hiding, after all. Tears silently streaming down his cheeks, he stroked her face. It was already cool.

The mercenary who’d killed her was collapsed next to her, slain. As if by instinct, Arlen rifled through the dead man’s clothes, searching for anything useful. For any identified marks of the group who’d attacked them.

Then, he headed outside. He was so dizzy, so sick…He stumbled out of the carriage and threw up.

He went to his father’s body next. Got a last, one-sided hug from him too.

There were a few other dead assailants around the carriage. The ones his parents managed to fend off. He collected some things from them too.

Then, he broke up the now useless carriage with a looted axe. He built a pyre, and held a small, unofficial ceremony for his parents. He sat by the fire till their bodies were consumed. Voice halting and rough, breaking up with each sentence, he sang them their favorite songs. And lastly, a very long, traditional olden elvish elegy for the departing souls.

After the ashes had cooled, he gathered up the remaining bone fragments, and wrapped them up caringly. When he could, he’d bring them back to their homeland and bury them there. It was the best he could do for them.

He took whatever supplies and weapons he could, and went on his way.

He’d left the killed bandits where they’d been. He didn’t care if they rotted.

For the next several decades, Arlen traveled mostly by his lonesome. Whatever companions he found were fleeting, temporary acquaintances.

His first mission – to bury his parents’ remains within the Sun Elf Kingdom – was done within the month. 

The second mission – to find those remaining mercenaries, and finish them – took years.

It was a great relief when he had accomplished both.

Afterwards, he ran as wild as one might expect from an adolescent let loose. He partied, he gambled, he flirted and got around, he tried all sorts of substances. It was a way of coping with his loss, trying to keep a positive outlook on life.

He turned his acrobatic talents to thievery, because illegitimate work simply paid more, and was easier to come by. That, and he saw no reason to limit himself to so-called honest work.

However, one time he got too careless, too cocksure. Or maybe he was just unlucky. 

On one of his grand schemes, he was discovered, captured, and thrown into prison.

From captive to pirate
At first, Arlen was left bored and idle in a regular prison, waiting out his sentence. He had nothing better to do, so he might have been snarky with some of the guards.

The day approached when he thought he’d be freed. However, he was taken for a ‘transfer’. Having a terrible feeling about it, he attempted an escape. But it only ended with him getting beat within an inch of his life, tied up, drugged, and thrown into a crate for good measure.

The journey was rough, and he was left there for hours, half-conscious at best.

When he came to, exhausted, he found himself within Roshmi’s Black Market.

He was packed into a cage with many others, where they merely awaited their turn to be auctioned off. Arlen had hope that someone from the outside would buy him, because he figured that’d make fleeing easier.

However, he’d had no such luck. He was purchased by the owner of ‘Forbidden Delights’, a brothel more expensive than the Love Rooms, but also offering special services and goods. In his three years there, he truly learned the meaning of lying, and putting on an act. 

His mind sharpened, though he unfortunately grew thinner and frailer – they didn’t want him in a good enough shape to do anything damaging. He was kept inside ‘his’ room most of the time, where he attended various customers. He also had jobs as an escort within the Market. The latter he actively sought out, because it was an opportunity for him to learn the mazelike layout of the underground tunnels.

It was this single-minded determination to escape which kept him (mostly) sane and functional. The desire to get out burned away everything else. The lingering pain of the death of his family was thoroughly erased. He’d also ceased to care what happened to him (or anyone else) within the Black Market. As long as he managed to free himself, it would all be fine. And so, he planned, gathered information, and made whatever preparations he could.

He was waiting for the ‘right’ opportunity, but circumstances forced his hand. One day, a certain noble dark elven man came looking for him, having heard of him from acquaintances. This wasn’t unusual in and of itself, but when Arlen was introduced to this man…The way the dark elf looked at him chilled his blood. And that after having met his share of thoroughly vile people.

“His eyes are all I want,” the noble said coldly. He’d been looked at as an object, even a collectible before, but this…There was no humanity, no desire, no nothing in that soulless gaze. A mild curiosity, perhaps, but mostly the certainty that his order would be abided. The self-assurance that because the dark elf wanted it, he would obtain it. A conceited possessiveness, as if it was his natural right to take what he saw as his.

Terror took a hold of him, utterly and completely. 

Shocked as he was, his mind somehow still followed the conversation well enough to realize that a successful bargain was reached. He turned a surprised look on his ‘owner’.

Oh.

How naïve.

Even everything that had already happened to him, he had still believed that some form of bodily integrity and safety would be granted to him.

As if a slaver would.

The noble man had hid held down. One of his attendants approached him with a scalpel, the blade was right there by his eye–

In a singular, intense moment of rejection, a powerful blast of light magic escaped him, blinding and even injuring all around him. No one expected it, least of all Arlen. He did, however, immediately recognize the chance for what it was, and ran.

It was desperation which fueled him, but cunning which guided him. He’d already engraved all he’d learned of Roshmi’s Black Market into his mind; all the routes he’d seen, the patrols he’d learned of, the hiding locations. Everything he knew, he used; whatever he didn’t, he improvised.

It was due to cleverness and luck both that he succeeded. He had a very tight time frame to run away further once he made it into the Roshmi City proper. While official patrols might not bother with a runaway slave, no doubt some excuse would be found to pursue him regardless.

He lay low where he could for the next few days. The news that a certain establishment within the Black Market had been destroyed by a ‘highly offended’ noble reached him. Arlen had a very good laugh over that. Even more hilarious was when official wanted posters with a listed bounty for him started making their appearance.

It was that which made him realize that in a twisted way, he did have power over his would-be maimer. Arlen was perfectly happy to leave him in the dust as he made his escape. Let the dark elf obsess over him if he would; he had finally regained his freedom, and he’d let nothing get in the way of it.

Within the year, he had himself smuggled to Port Vanarosa. There, he enjoyed an honestly dishonest life for a while. Eventually, he happened to meet Captain Drosis, who was looking for fresh recruits. Arlen was at the point of his life where he was both looking for something more fulfilling than petty thievery, and a decent group to do it with. 

Trustworthiness was the issue, and the captain and he had a discussion in which they were both clearly gauging the other. In the end, they came to a mutual agreement; Arlen was deemed good enough to be accepted, and similarly, he thought it worth the risk to give a try to working under the captain. 

Granted, he’d nearly ditched upon learning the man had dark elves as part of his crew. However, he did believe Drosis wasn’t working for Avalia’s resident oppressors in any capacity. Besides, just as he’d learned that not only dark elves worked for their new tyrant, he was able to recognize that not all dark elves supported Zanithel’s reign.

Since then, the 34 years he’s been part of the Saltrunner were enough to build both trust and comradery between him and the rest of the crew. He now genuinely respects and even admires his captain. Especially ever since he’s found out the man was actively works for the resistance; for Arlen, knowing that he was once again a rebel was practically like returning to his roots. He’s also developed a fairly good friendship and healthy rivalry with both Tanithil and Amisra. Though they’re still bound to clash, it’s not generally a cause for bad blood between them.

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Fitness Level:⊛ Very active. He has a daily routine of exercises to keep himself limber, and performs feats of acrobatics for fun. That and a plethora of physical tasks associated with his profession keep him in shape.

Physical strengths:⊛ Agility. Arlen has been an acrobat a good portion of his life. From his illegal pursuits, he knows how to scale buildings, lose a trail in a city, maneuver on the confines of a ship, and more. He’s quick on his feet, and very evasive. His balance is exceptional, and he’s quite dexterous too.
⊛ Speed. He’s often had to run away from law enforcement. To do that successfully, swiftness is essential.
⊛ Stealth. Because magic is not his forte, Arlen has learned all the conventional methods of stealth first. How to move quietly, how to blend in with a crowd, how to track someone unnoticed…
⊛ Strength. To perform the feats Arlen does, a well-developed body is required. It may be a specialized athletic strength, but it is strength nonetheless.

Physical weaknesses:⊛ Raw power. There are simply limits to what someone of his size and build can do. Arlen is lean, not bulked with muscle, and thus exerting tremendous force – such as in lifting, carrying, or pushing against very heavy objects (or people) – is challenging at best, impossible at worst.
⊛ Endurance. There have been periods in Arlen’s life where he has subsisted on an incredibly poor diet; his years in prison especially. Though he’s recovered since then, the past malnutrition has left its marks. In longer engagements, he needs to take tactical breathers here and there, even if they’re short.
⊛ Durability. He’s been in his share of scuffles, and has developed a decent level of pain tolerance. However, he just isn’t all that tough, and prefers to avoid hits and injuries regardless.
⊛ Magic. He’s had a late start for one, since it wasn’t a skill prioritized in his education. He also simply seems to have less affinity for it.

Years of Experience:
Weapons:⊛ Bladed weaponry: At a young age, bladed melee weapons were what his parents first introduced him to. He’s stuck to that throughout his whole life so far, whether it be in the form of a knife, dagger, or a sword. 100 years.
⊛ Short swords/daggers: Dual wilding specifically has been his preference for 44 years.
⊛ Pistols: He’s come across his two darlings some 20 years ago, when he helped his crew liberate some war supplies that were being shipped to a dark elf enforcement camp. He fell in love at first sight, and simply had to have them for himself. Ever since obtaining them, he’s been practicing his marksmanship, and even though he’s self-taught, he’s become a good shot.

Hand-to-Hand combat:Hand-to-hand isn’t Arlen's primary means of fighting, but he has some practice with it. He knows how to evade, deflect, redirect, and use an opponent’s strength against them. 25 years.

Magic:⊛ Offensive Photokinesis: By far his best and most used magic. He uses it in conjunction with physical combat, though more so as a supplement. 36 years.
⊛ Illusions & Invisibility: After some dedicated effort, he has finally become capable of performing short-term invisibility. He doesn’t have the finesse for illusions yet. 8 years.
⊛ Shielding: He tends to shield magically only when needed. This cost-efficiency means he’s taken longer to develop his skill. But he can employ shields practically on reflex when he has to. They’re quite sturdy, though not sizable. 22 years.

Best Abilities:
Bladed melee, Offensive photokinesis, Marksmanship

Arlen’s Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Dexterity: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Combat Stats

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Melee Weapon Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Firearm (Pistol) Weapon Combat:  ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Illusions & Invisibility: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Shielding: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯


Likes: ⊛ Adventure. ⊛ Freedom. ⊛ Indulging his curiosity. ⊛ Good food, nice clothing, shiny trinkets. ⊛ The sky and the sea. ⊛ Sweets. ⊛ High places. ⊛ Music and songs. Fears: ⊛ Maiming. ⊛ Torture. ⊛ Being broken. ⊛ Starvation. ⊛ Capture.		Dislikes: ⊛ Being afraid, acting like a coward. ⊛ Falling for someone’s act. ⊛ Small, enclosed spaces. ⊛ Being on his own for too long. ⊛ Nihilism, pessimism. ⊛ Opening up; sharing personal, unhappy stories. ⊛ Avalia's tyranic oppressors and their willing lackeys. Habits/Quirks: ⊛ Barely ever sits properly. ⊛ Likes to get on top of various furniture. ⊛ Seeks out good vantage points. ⊛ Sticky fingers. ⊛ Sleeps lightly, with his weapons close by. ⊛ Sometimes hums under his breath. ⊛ Moves quietly without even thinking about it.

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Zevania “Zeva” Aryth ⋆ 92 ⋆ Female ⋆ Light Elf

Appearance

Height:
5’6”

Build:
Lithe and toned

Hair Color:
Pearly platinum

Hair Length
Hair reaches past waist when down

Eye Color:
Blueish gray with some pink/hazel pigment

Skin Tone:
Warm and light-toned

Distinguishing features:
In the right light, it looks like there are pink pigments that glow within her cool toned irises. She has a small lengthwise scar on her upper right calf from a misstep while training. Her hands are rough and calloused from her consistent weapon use.

Psychology

Likes: 
⋆ Fighting
⋆ Her sapphire pendant, which she keeps in a pouch around her waist
⋆ Savory and bitter flavors
⋆ Weapons
⋆ Novel experiences
⋆ Cute small animals

Dislikes: 
⋆ Studying
⋆ Waiting too long for something
⋆ Cowardly people
⋆ Losing
⋆ Running away from a fight
⋆ Injustice

Fears:
⋆ Losing her family and friends
⋆ Having her freedom taken away
⋆ Failing her parents
⋆ Torture

Habits/Quirks
⋆ Being too loud without noticing
⋆ Teasing people
⋆ Twirls and plays with her hair a lot. A LOT. Fidgets in general.
⋆ Finds difficulty in self-control; acts before thinking if there’s something she wants.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Personality:
Zeva’s youth shines in her loud and boisterous personality, reflecting a sheltered life ignorant to the first-hand experience of the dark elves’ assault. She has a bright and cheerful disposition, absent of the sullen, worn tiredness that her parents’ eyes hold. While she is extroverted at heart, Zeva is surprisingly awkward around people. Any conversation outside of topics that interest her seem to fall on deaf ears and her mind wanders elsewhere. Despite this quirk, Zeva truly enjoys the company of others and wears her heart on her sleeve, often too trusting of how people are on the surface.

Confident in her fighting prowess and naturally courageous, Zeva doesn’t hesitate to jump between threats and her loved ones. Part of this is due to her impulsivity – she acts before she thinks, and is quite frankly, simple-minded. She’s straightforward, acting directly upon her values and feelings and in the way she makes decisions, whether that be joy, sadness, or anger. This recklessness could be attributed to Zeva’s immaturity; having never known true fear, there’s nothing yet to hold her back. She’s arrogant in this way too and believes she can handle more than she actually can. Zeva’s strong sense of justice is also paired with her unwavering confidence, though a lot of it has been built upon stories the elders have told her from a young age, and she would benefit from further molding her worldview as she gains more experience with the world.

While Zeva is not always the sharpest tool in the shed, she makes up for smarts with her cunning battle instinct. She may not be as battle-hardened as older elves, but her natural talent makes her a force to be reckoned with. Battle skills aside, Zeva leans more as an EQ rather than IQ person, with a varied sense of humor and carefree attitude.

Background

Occupation
Waitress and bartender at The Oak Tree

Living Immediate Family Members:
Ariadne Aryth - Mom (Foster)
Garrick Aryth - Dad (Foster)

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Birth Father
Birth Mother (Presumed)

Current Companions:
Arlen Vanwye - Friends

Current and Past Lover(s):
N/A

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
Two daggers, some bandages, coin pouch, sapphire pendant. She keeps most of her stuff in her room.

History:
Zevania, affectionately called ‘Zeva’ by most, was born in a small dwelling at the edge of a faerie settlement, some ways south of the River Fairy Kingdom. There are but a handful of people that bore witness to this event, given the complicated circumstances of her birth. Unbeknownst to Zeva, her mother was cousin to the princess of the royal family who married the son of a royal court minister. Though they were not part of the main lineage, these details mattered not to the dark elves who would stop at nothing to smother out the remnants of royal blood that may one day spark rebellion against their reign. So when Malthemoor’s forces successfully conquered the light elves and began massacring the royals, Zeva’s parents became fugitives. In the company of a few loyal guards, they traveled light and crossed the continent with fake identities to evade capture. 

The first few years were hard. There were Malthemoor soldiers littered in many Avalian strongholds and cities, so they mostly stuck to small villages and makeshift outdoor shelters. Towards the end of their journey, Zeva’s parents found themselves in a small fae town. The fairies aided the group in hiding Zeva’s mother and her pregnancy, and it was through their kindness that they were able to live in relative peace and comfort until Zeva’s birth. She had a safe delivery, and Zeva was the shining hope for her parents who had endured much hardship together and represented the accumulation of all the challenges they had overcome. However, fate would not be so kind as to let them savor this small happiness for long. When Zeva was six months old, rumors of a fugitive elf group staying near the fairy kingdom began to circulate and her parents knew that they would have to leave again, find another home. Despite their vigilance, they had already overstayed their welcome, too complacent in their newfound domestic comfort. While they were preparing to leave, dark elf soldiers came knocking at their door. 

“Search the premises!” One of them bellowed as the froot door fell to the ground with a thud, and he scattered his subordinates across the humble home. Zeva’s father frantically fought back the horde of dark elves, but was quickly overwhelmed by their numbers. In the woods behind the property, Zeva was held tightly in the arms of a knight, Ariadne, followed closely by her mother and two additional guards. They had a head start, but the dark elves would make their way to the forest soon. Their pursuit lasted for hours, then days, and Zeva’s mother knew they had to make a choice. The dark elves were not yet aware of Zeva’s existence, so they would not pursue her any further if they believed all the royals they were hunting had been accounted for. They split into two groups, and with a hardened heart, Zeva’s mother stayed behind to lure the dark elves away from Zeva’s escape, leaving behind a single sapphire pendant for her daughter.

Some years passed and Zeva was raised to be a healthy, energetic girl by the two guards who remained, Ariadne and Garrik, who she recognized as her parents. They had quiet lives near the Sun Elf Kingdom, where Ariadne became a seamstress and Garrik a shopkeeper of a general store. Both of them stayed together with the sole purpose of raising Zeva out of the sense of duty they felt towards her late parents. Zeva, who was not made aware of her true identity, had no reason to question her quaint family life and lived as any other young elf. But she couldn’t help but to be drawn to the old weaponry her parents kept lying around the house. What use does a seamstress and shopkeeper have for a chest full of bows, arrows, daggers, and longswords? There had always been stories told to her of the war, of how the dark elves decimated all the things her parents’ held dear, always under hushed, fearful breath. The scars left by the dark elf usurpation ran deep, and she figured her parents had long ago left behind a life on the front lines of the war. Noticing her curiosity, Ariadne and Garrick decided to give Zeva some supplemental lessons to her regular elven schooling. They surmised that with Zeva’s background taken into account, it would benefit her to know how to defend herself. 

To their surprise, Zeva had a natural fighting instinct and showed rapid progression through hand-to-hand combat and weapon use. She had a quick reaction time and nimbleness that proved advantageous in combat, and a creativity that allowed her to react in unexpected ways when cornered. As time flew and Zeva’s hands roughened with constant training, she grasped an advanced proficiency in a variety of weaponry, but her favorite by far was dual wielding daggers. There was something about getting her blade in so close proximity to her enemy that felt right. Melee skill aside, light magic was what Zeva struggled with. She could handle the basics of generating and manipulating light, but there’s not much else she’s managed to do so far. Much of her time is spent throwing and swinging metal around anyway, and she didn’t focus too much on what she couldn’t do.

Eventually, Zeva enrolled in Aegnor Stonel Academy, though a little later than most as she spent her early years in the village where her parents lived. Ariadne and Garrick wished for Zeva to lead a life of peace and for her to do well in her studies to hide in plain sight within elven society. Despite their intentions, Zeva never fully committed herself to academia. She had friends that helped her scrape by with most classes while she spent most of her attention away from school, fluttering about town, finding new places to explore and things to do. When she wasn’t training in the school’s courtyard, Zeva worked part-time at The Oak Tree to help pay for daily expenses.

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Fitness Level:
⋆ Super active. Trains daily in combat and weapon use.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ High dexterity. Zeva is agile and nimble and uses it to her advantage in her fighting style.
⋆ Toned muscle and ingrained muscle memory from decades of continuous activity.
⋆ Can definitely throw a punch.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Durability; while Zeva can dodge attacks and deal damage, she lacks in defense.
⋆ Endurance; Zeva’s not much of a marathon-er, and prefers short clashes than battles of attrition.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):
⋆ Bladed weapons: 60 years. Dual daggers are consistently her favorite weapon of choice, and she spent considerably less time learning traditional swordsmanship.  
⋆ Bow and arrow: 20 years. Prefers close combat.

 Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ 50 years. Zeva trained in hand-to-hand combat adjacent to her weapons training with her parents, and extended to getting into fights with other elves as a child for ‘practice’.

Abilities

Light Elves
⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 20 years. Zeva hasn’t put a lot of thought in magic training so far but learned some in school.
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 10 years. Zeva has tried to learn better illusions to create feints in fights, but hasn’t completely mastered it yet and rather dedicate time elsewhere.
⋆ Shielding: 10 years

Best Abilities:
Dual daggers and hand-to-hand combat.

Zeva’s Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Combat Stats

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dagger Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Ranged Weapon Combat:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Illusions: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Shielding: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Amisra Keyrel ⋆ 251 ⋆ Female ⋆ Dark Elf

Appearance

Height:
5’5

Build:
Fit, athletic, and well toned

Hair Color:
Silver

Hair Length
Usually on the longer side past her shoulders, currently cut into a long bob

Eye Color:
Golden amber

Skin Tone:
Ashen grey

Distinguishing features:
Amisra has a sleeve tattoo covering her left arm featuring a sun with a skull as its center. The rays extend down her arm in tribal looking swirls and designs. It ends with an x on the back of her hand.

Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Spending time with her best friend and partner in crime, Tanithil
⋆ Being in control of her own fate and making her own decisions
⋆ Fighting and honing her combat skills
⋆ The thrill of adventure and discovering new places
⋆ The feeling of the wind in her hair while sailing on a ship
⋆ Her sleep

Dislikes:
⋆ Betrayal and those who are untrustworthy
⋆ Losing control of a situation or being powerless
⋆ Being confined or restrained, physically or mentally
⋆ Those who mistreat or abuse their power, like General Malaggar
⋆ Being reminded of the loss of her mother and sister, which can trigger intense emotions and anger
⋆ Having her sleep disturbed

Fears:
⋆ Losing those she loves again, especially Tanithil
⋆ Being powerless to prevent harm
⋆ Being betrayed again by someone she trusts
⋆ Being unable to protect herself or others in a fight or combat situation
⋆ Being all alone in the world

Habits/Quirks
⋆ She has a habit of cleaning and sharpening her weapons, even if they don’t need it, as a way to calm her nerves and focus her mind
⋆ When thinking deeply or concentrating she has a habit of biting her lower lip
⋆ Has a soft spot for animals and can often be found petting them or talking to them when she sees them, especially horses
⋆ She has a sharp tongue and sarcastic sense of humor that she often uses to cover up her deeper emotions or to deflect when she’s feeling vulnerable
⋆ When she’s feeling uncomfortable she tends to tap her fingers or shift from side to side to release some of that energy

Sexuality:
Demisexual

Personality:
Amisra is a fiercely independent and determined individual. She has a sharp mind and is not afraid to speak her mind, even if it means going against the norms of her society. She is loyal to those she trusts and will do anything to protect them. She has a dry sense of humor and a quick wit, making her fairly popular among her crewmates on the pirate ship.

Amisra is a skilled fighter and has a strong sense of justice. She is not afraid to get her hands dirty and will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. She is also a natural leader thanks to being groomed as heir of her kingdom, but she has no qualms about following the orders of her captain as long as it doesn’t go against her moral compass.

Despite her tough exterior, Amisra has a soft spot for her best friend and confidante, Tanithil. She sees him as a vital member of the crew and her life and will do anything to keep him safe.

She is also haunted by the loss of her kingdom and the betrayal of those she once trusted. She struggles with feelings of anger and bitterness, but tries to keep them in check. She knows that dwelling on the past will only hold her back and is determined to carve out a new future for herself and Tanithil.

Background

Occupation
Princess and heir (formerly)
Bodyguard (formerly)
Pirate (currently)

Living Immediate Family Members:
N/A

Dead Immediate Family Members:
King Taerel Keyrel || Father
Queen Saria Keyrel || Mother
Princess Lyrei Keyrel || Baby Sister

Current Companions:
Tanithil Malaggar

Current and Past Lover(s):
One does not kiss and tell…usually

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
A falchion
A pistol
A necklace her sister made her
Coin pouch

History(2 paragraph minimum):
Princess Amisra Keyrel was born to King Taerel Keyrel and Queen Sarai Keyrel and was groomed to become the next ruler of her kingdom, Thael Taesi. She grew up in a palace filled with love and warmth, surrounded by doting parents and loyal servants. From a young age, Amisra showed a natural aptitude for combat and was trained by the best in the kingdom. Her favorite teacher was General Zarra Malaggar, who was immensely skilled in hand-to-hand combat, bladed weapons, and ranged weapons.

Amisra also became best friends with the General's grandson, Tanithil, who showed a natural talent for magic. Amisra's mother struggled to have any more children, miscarrying many times, until she finally had another little girl. Unfortunately, her mother fell ill after giving birth to her sister, Lyrei, and Amisra took on the responsibility of raising her with the help of servants and her father. Her little sister became her whole world, and she loved her deeply.

However, Amisra's happy life came to an abrupt end when General Malaggar and King Zanithel betrayed her family and seized control of their kingdom. They were given three days to surrender, and Amisra and her family were put under house arrest. Amisra and Tanithil made a plan to get her family out and escape, but as they were packing, they were caught by General Malaggar.

They heard the screams from the other room and came out to find her mother and sister dead. Blind with rage, Amisra attacked Zarra with Tanithil assisting from the side. Amisra's emotions got the better of her, and Zarra won the fight. Before Zarra could strike a killing blow, Tanithil jumped in and saved Amisra but lost his hand in the process. Amisra held her friend in a panic, trying to stop the bleeding and faintly hearing General Zarra be called to back down. In one last fit of anger, Amisra sent a shadow dagger flying at the General and managed to scar her face before Tanithil whisked them out of there.

Only having each other now and being on the run, they found a light elven man who would go on to smuggle them out of Thael Taesi and into the dwarven city of Ironhold on a ship. They spent 40 years there, with Amisra working as a bodyguard for an inventor and keeping up her combat skills. They would go on to meet the light elven man once more, who was now a pirate captain, and join his crew, where they have been for the last 60 years.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

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Fitness Level(If you’re active, please list how. Sports activity? Etc):
⋆ Very active. Living on a ship is more of a workout than many may realize with all the physical labor one has to do.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Strength. Amisra is exceptionally strong due to the physical labor she does on the ship along with keeping up her fighting skills. She’s often found climbing the rigging which also helps build her upper body strength.
⋆ Agile. Living on a ship you learn agility rather quickly or you quickly become useless. She has wonderful reflexes and coordination as well due to this.
⋆ Hand-to-hand combat. Being a physical fighter she’s had to learn hand-to-hand combat and she’s had quite a few years and experiences to master it.
⋆ Melee and ranged weapons. She’s trained with all sorts of weapons since she was a child, but she especially excels with falchions, pistols, and bows as these are her weapons of choice.
⋆ High pain tolerance. She’s always naturally had a higher pain tolerance than most, but years of being a pirate and having to build that pain tolerance due to the high injury rate in her job has heightened that tolerance even more.
⋆ Balance and endurance. With being on a moving ship you gain balance pretty quickly otherwise you could fall overboard. You also have to build endurance because you don’t often get days off while working on a ship.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Long-distance running. Spending so much time on a ship she doesn't get to practice long distance running much. Her speed when running is more on the average side as well.
⋆ Alcoholic. While not as bad as some, Amisra has turned to alcohol as a way to cope with some of her traumas. Because of this, it can sometimes leave her in a vulnerable state.
⋆ Emotional triggers. She feels things strongly and if she’s triggered emotionally she can go into a blind rage which can be a blessing and a curse as she will lose focus thus letting her guard down.
⋆ Terrain. She’s spent years on a ship, when she gets off the ship it takes her a bit to get used to walking on solid ground again and so her balance is off for a bit.
⋆ Magic. It was never something she was focused on nor was she ever very good at it. Tanithil has been teaching her some as of late, but it’s a slow progression.

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ 240 years of general training with ranged and melee weapons. 200 years mastering falchions and bows. 60 years with a pistol.

 Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ 240 years of general hand to hand combat

Dark Elves
⋆ Offensive Erebokinesis: 70 years, best magic skill but still not great.
⋆ Shrouding: 70 years, but struggles with this.
⋆ Shielding: 70 years, second best magic skill yet still fails her often.

Best Abilities(Fairies will specialize):
Melee, ranged, and hand-to-hand combat

Amisra’s Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Combat Stats

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Melee Weapon Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Ranged Weapon Combat:  ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Magic Stats

Offensive Erebokinesis:: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Shrouding:⬤⬤◯◯◯

Shielding: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Ismael 'Izzy' Helstein

Race: Human 

Sex/Gender: Male 

Alignment: Chaotic Good, The individual is more important than Rules/laws. 

Profession: Ex-Military & Private Security Contractor for HCLI 

Sexuality: Heterosexual 

Education: High school graduate. 

Physical appearance:

Height:

Standing at 6’5", Ismael has not only height but also an imposing figure. 

Weight:

235 lbs 

Body Type:

Mesomorph, rectangular with more muscle built with a larger chest and shoulders.  

Age:

Age: 26 years old. 

Birthday: August 21st 

Eyes:

Color:  Bright Silver eyes that sparkle with gold in the light. 

Quality: He has great vision, with a strong dark vision. 

Shape: A little on the larger side, yet look very sharp. 

Hair:

Color: Jet black 

Texture: Soft and feels smooth 

Length: Semi-short, giving enough to play with. 

Style: Straight and slightly spiky as he has it part to the left side of his face. 

Skin:

Shade: A nice tan with a bit of lightness. 

Texture: His face feels slightly smooth yet the rest of his body feels slightly coarse. 

Birthmarks: He has a large birthmark on the back of his palm, it looks like a heart.  

Scars: He has many different scars across his body, yet the most noticeable ones are the one on his face, as it is a large scar that spans the left side of his face, And the large scars spanning his back and sides that were from the grenade in his military career.

Hands:

Size: he has larger hands that are thick and muscular.   

Condition: Heavy scarage spans both his hands, as they have seen quite a bit of action, and his left pinky is slightly bent out of place. 

Nails: Always trimmed and kept well enough, but because of the punishment he has put them through, multiple nails are warped and bent slightly. 

Manner of dress:

Formality: Ismael dresses well, he knows how to style himself, and with a little work he can look quite pleasing in a suit. 

Uniform: Ismael keeps his uniform nice and clean, he has had it fitted to allow the uniform to fit his body nicely and show his good physicality. 

Normal: Ismael wears simple clothing, t-shirts, black pants and Jean's, and many other pieces of clothing that give him a simple and slightly rugged look. 

Voice:

Accent: American with no heavy accent. 

Tone/Pitch: Mid to lower ranges.  

Typical Volume: Normal speaking as it is comfortable to hear from a few feet away from being right next to him. 
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Speech:

Habits: Ismael can sometimes find himself saying filler words because he will lose his train of thought in conversations. 

Profanity: Ismael rarely uses profanity; however, it is out of a genuine reaction he is unable to filter when he does. 

Movement and gestures:

When speaking he will normally make small gestures that will go unnoticed by him, yet can sometimes add context to what he is saying. 

Overall Liveliness:

Ismael is more of a calm and collected person, as his energy only rises in great moments of strain and stress. 

Grace of Movement:

Even with his size, Ismael is quite graceful, even able to maneuver with ease in many different ways with little trouble. 

Extent of Physical Expressiveness:

Ismael is not very expressive, yet when an expression crosses his face, you know it is genuine. 

Posture:

Ismael stands tall yet relaxed, even with this when he is relaxing he almost molds to whatever surface he is laying on, almost like he has reached peak relaxation. 

Agility:

Ismael is decently agile, especially with his size, and very deft with his hands. 

Accuracy of Senses:

Ismael's accuracy in his senses is extremely accurate, to the point where his instincts and senses are honed to a razor’s edge 

Other:

His instincts are something considered to be a sixth sense that is constantly on alert. His reliance on his instincts is what has made him so good at fighting. Yet, this can be one of his downfalls if this very same gift is used against him. 

Psychology:

Personality:

Ismael is an ambivert, neither leaning one way or another. He is able to modify his mannerisms to best fit a situation, but if asked what is his default he would be introverted. By himself, he doesn't go out of his way to find excitement with people, but he does go and do as he pleases without much worry and anxiety of people. He is a pretty selfless person,  he does the bare minimum for himself and has done plenty for others. Ismael is more kind than mean, yet he is not afraid to get mean with someone if it is needed, and he won't be upset or regret it either. Ismael is very selfless in the end, he has on multiple occasions thrown his life to the wind in protecting and saving others. 

Ismael is a very calm and relaxed person, who doesn't lose his composure. He has quite a bit of patience with most people, There are just a few people he just doesn't give the light of day to. Ismael is braver than most, as it takes quite a bit of bravery to put your life on the line for another. Ismael does get nervous and anxious at times, but from experience in combat and training, it never stops him when fighting. He does however have it hold him up in many social situations as he can sometimes overthink or get caught up on something that stops him in his tracks. 

Ismael isn't a smart man, he knows more basics of his time than anything, but what he lacks in conventional intelligence, he makes up with wisdom and life experiences. His charismatic nature is the thing that really makes him special, his nature to attract people had been even noted from a young age as he attracted the children to him with ease. And so too did this happen in his military career and PMC career as well, he always had a natural aura that attracted people. Sometimes for good or bad. Ismael has never lost his sense of humor, just it's changed a little. And overall, he is a very relaxed man, his energy level very rarely wavers, the only time it does is during high stimulant moments like fighting. 

Fears:

Losing a limb, specifically an arm. 

Becoming numb to the cruelty of Violence and Conflict. 

Large Spiders. 

Dreams:

Live life to its fullest. 

Pleasures:

He finds pleasure in cooking, and when someone likes his cooking you can find a strange sight, his smile seems to gleam with child-like innocence. Not his normal smile or slightly cheeky one, just pure happiness. 

Plans for the Future:

Do as he pleases, travel, meet people, help people, and live life to its fullest. After all, he was given a new life here, hopefully, he can maybe find something new with it. 

Sense of Humor:

His humor is always with puns, jokes, and light humor. He always tries to keep things light and carefree. 

But his humor can also become darker, as he likes to make fun of the more dark things of the world. 

Opinions Regarding:

Money:

A necessary object, something you need no matter what status you are or life you live, some just need to do worst things to get it. 

Love:

Everyone needs love, some more than others. All who say otherwise need it the most. 

Death:

A sad thing, yet it is a part of life. If it came to the life of someone he wished to protect and someone else, he'll kill 100% of the time. 

Liquor/Drugs:

Dislikes what people do with them without moderation. Yet otherwise, he is more than willing to try them. He was never inclined to do so before. 

Ideals:

To help the people he can. 

And to live. 

Regrets:

None, he doesn't regret what he's done. And he hopes it will stay that way. 

General Biography:

Ismael was born into a hard life, his father left his mother before Ismael was even born, and his mother died due to complications. Leaving him alone, no other family took him in so he was passed off to an orphanage to be raised. There he was raised to the age of 7, when finally he was adopted. He was not adopted until then as Ismael wished to stay and take care of the kids around him, as he saw himself as that of a Brother figure, yet a pair of parents wanted him because of that very nature. 

After his adoption, Ismael lived a normal life, a Loving mother and Father in a middle-class family. He went to school, played sports, and did normal things. He did well enough in school, he wasn't the smartest person, be had knowledge and wisdom to learn. Yet the thing that followed him was a smile and laughter that people found. His jokes were goofy, and his demeanor was that of a kind giant. As these years were normal and simple, as when he became old enough he enlisted into the Marine Corps as a Small Arms repairman. He had a wish to serve his country, he always seemed to look at it as an honor 

During his time in the Military, Ismael had made many friends, he took care of people around him as a brother, and quite often he sent money back to the Orphanage that raised him, as a way of thanks to them. During his time, his work was simple, fixing guns and making sure vehicle weapons were in order. Yet things changed when wars kicked up, when he went to reenlist, most Marines were switched over to Rifleman as they were expecting a real fight. And soon, Ismael was thrust into battles, where he showed great skill as a soldier and as a squad leader. He had thrown his life into the line of fire to save fellow Marines, Civilians, and anyone in between. Just one of these days, God decided to call his number as a grenade fell out and landed next to Ismael. As within the moment of seeing it, he threw himself on it, throwing his bag and back onto it and saying his goodbyes. 

Ismael woke up a month later from a coma, as he found he survived the explosion. The grenade had left him badly scarred on his back. Large shrapnel scars covered his back and the sides of his body. The doctors called it a miracle that he survived, if it was a normal person, they would have been dead. Ismael was released a few months later after rehabilitation and therapy. He found his world slightly changed, he had missed a few friends passing, his honorable discharge was handed down, yet the war he was in is still raging. But something strange happened, an old war buddy called him up, asking if he wanted to join a company he was now in. 

Ismael joined the Hershall & Co. logistic incorporated. Here he met some old buddies from before his Reenlistment, they all joined this company under a strange woman. She was a shrewd woman and she dealt in all forms of War, yet her most lucrative business is She is a Weapons Dealer. She sells anything from low-cost Firearms, all the way to stationary artillery weapons. If war is what you want, the Hershall & Co. logistic incorporated can provide you with weapons to fight it. 

Ismael spent the next years in this company, getting closer to the many people within, as they all follow this near insatiable goal the leader of this Company has. Not many knew what she wanted, money? Power? No one knew, but everyone rallied with her as she had this strange charisma that was too hard to move away from. Ismael spent multiple years in this company, not knowing what much to do otherwise, he realized, it was nice here. It was simple and he had many freedoms. They traveled a lot, they did as they pleased, and Ismael was given more money than he knew what to do with. So, he sent it back to his family and the Orphanage, he did keep a bit to himself in a bank account. 

He wasn't just a bodyguard to this woman though. He was also a weapon she used quite often, everyone was used in the same way. They didn't only protect her, they did what she wanted them to do, so if she wanted someone dead, they would do it. She wanted to have them steal top secret information? It was done. She needed them to pull her out of Hell itself? One’s already taken the Devil’s daughter as a hostage. This fervent nature and willingness didn't come from her being their employer, this came from their loyalty to her. Everyone here was family, they would bleed, sweat, and die for each other. Ismael had shown this on multiple occasions as he had taken many bullets for those around him, he had gotten into fights for them, and he has killed for them. 

His life was okay, and he was more than willing to live his life this, until one night while he was about to go to bed, a portal opened up and sucked him and his bed into the portal. As he came through he realized he appeared in some strange place. He hopped to the pillows where he kept his bed gun, yet he found it was gone as he thought back and remembered that he placed it on his dresser. Now he found himself in a strange new place without anything other than his Dog tags, his fists, and his underwear. 

Living Immediate Family Members:

Adoptive- Tarak Helstein  

Adoptive- Rachel Helstein 

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Biological- Father (Unknown) 

Biological- Mother (Deceased) 

Current Companions:

???

Current and Past Lover(s):

??? 

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:

⋆ Ismael has been active since he could walk and as large as an ox from the day he reached middle school. He had always been quite athletic and had constantly improved himself either out of his own enjoyment or for his work. Being at his peak prime years Ismael is quite the force to be reckoned with. 

⋆ Ismael is strong and athletic, having a very powerful body. This body however was not forged through intense weight lifting and strict diet watching. Ismael gained the strength to lift multiple men, run fast, and climb quickly through calisthenics and work. He won't be winning any competitions for weight lifting, nor fastest sprints, but that never mattered to Ismael. He needed to be fast enough, strong enough, and have enough endurance to do intense work all day.

What are your character’s physical strengths?

⋆ Incredible Strength- Ismael’s overall muscular size and strength makes him a hard opponent to fight as his reach, size, and strength means he can bully most people in a fight. 
⋆ Indomitable Spirit- Even when death calls, Ismael doesn’t answer. Having an incredible tolerance to pain, few things make Ismael flinch, let alone knock him on his ass.
⋆ Body of Iron- Attacks and hits that would be considered lethal have never dropped Ismael. Bullets, knives, even grenades had not killed Ismael. As his body’s ability to survive can be considered beyond human.
⋆ Excellent Dexterity- From much of Ismael’s work, his hands became quite good at working and manipulating fine and small objects. With quick and fast hands Ismael’s dexterity makes his knife work and sleight of hand sublime.
⋆ Great Agility- Being his size, many expect Ismael to be less agile, yet that is quite the opposite. From training and working Ismael has became quite quick in a run, great at shifting his momentum for fast changes in velocity, and is quite good at free running/parkour.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?

⋆ Large Size vs. Cramped spaces- Being so big comes with the disadvantage of being unable to fit into smaller crawl spaces without greater effort.
⋆ Over Stimulation- Ismael’s senses are incredibly sharp and honed further, yet that can also be used against him when trying to distract as if done properly small things can be shifted and changed to actually distract or even hurt and dull those senses.

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):

Bladed Combat: Ismael has had a strong focus in melee combat with a weapon in a hand, ever since he was a young man he had played with a knife, it was not until his wish to join the military did he focus upon it, making a near decade of practice and experience. However the better half of that year was under tutelage and constant honing, practice, and true application making those years much more meaningful. The blades he has worked the most with straight edged bayonet combat knives, large curved blades like the Kukuri, and small reverse curved blades like the karambit. 

Firearm Combat: Ismael’s experience with a firearm is quite extensive as a larger portion of his military career was operating and maintaining firearms. Then becoming a marine rifleman had him test his skills. After which in his career as a Private Military Contractor his skills were further honed with new weapons entering his hands. From a carbine to a rifle, a machine gun to a Marksman rifle, Ismael had tested his mettle and his sharp shooting with anything that entered his hands. However that does not mean he doesn’t have a favorite weapon, a simple handgun, something light, easy to conceal, and if used properly, immensely deadly.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:
Being born so large and physically imposing, Ismael naturally leaned towards a more physical nature. FInding himself into scraps and brawls wasn’t uncommon and he became quite good at them. Proper training in unarmed combat came later on in his life when Ismael was in the military and then as a private military contractor. His unarmed combat focus leans towards highly efficient and lethal styles and moves such as Kali, Krav Maga, Lerdrit, Sambo, and the Marine Corps Martial Arts Program. All of these being focused on powerful strikes, takedowns, and incredible aggression. These styles are all enhanced by the introduction of weapons as they are often made to be fast to then disable and mai to retrieve an improvised weapon, yet that does not mean these styles aren’t incredibly lethal.

Ability on Avalia:
Pyrokinesis

Ismael’s Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Combat Stats

Hand-to-Hand Combat:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Melee Combat:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Firearm Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Pyrokinesis: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Misc. Skills, Talents and Equipment:

Cooking- Ismael is a fantastic cook, and has honed his skills for the pure enjoyment of cooking. 

Singing- Ismael is a good singer, it will normally be hard to ever figure this out as he is very shy about others hearing him sing. 

Gun Repair- Ismael was trained as a Firearm repairman, this was however during a time where he didn't need to forge and make his own equipment and materials, so this wouldn't be too useful in this day and age.

Equipment:

1x Dog tags- These hold Ismael's name, Social Security number, blood type, and religion. His blood type is O-, and he is Christian.

The face claim is Doudanuki Masakuni.

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Enstille Aravenus 

Enstille Aravenus ⋆ 385 ⋆ Male ⋆ Light Elf

Appearance

Height:
6'

Build:
Lean, bordering on gangly. No significant muscle to be seen.

Hair Color:
White

Hair Length
Mid-back, just below shoulder blades

Eye Color:
Sapphire Blue

Skin Tone:
Pale

Distinguishing features:
Virtually unblemished porcelain-like skin aside from ink staining his fingers.

Psychology

Likes: 
⋆ Old, dusty books.
⋆ Ancient artifacts and historical locations.
⋆ Anything that he hasn't already extensively researched.

Dislikes: 
⋆ Sweating.
⋆ Long exposure to daylight.
⋆ Interruptions while he is doing research.

Fears:
⋆ Fire, flooding, basically any historically destructive disasters.
⋆ Dark magics.
⋆ Intentionally manipulative and deceptive individuals.

Habits/Quirks
⋆ Spending hours with his nose in a book, not recognizing how long he's spent.
⋆ Upon seeing or finding something that he is not familiar with, he intensely begins to study and research it. Luckily, there is not much left to amaze him.
⋆ Very terrible at reading social cues.
⋆ Actually, just terrible socially, period.

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Personality:
Enstille naturally wishes to keep to himself, though due to his upbringing and education, he is unable to function and socialize in a normal manner. He finds himself saying things he shouldn't, or staring too long when something grabs his interest. 

Most often Enstille tries to avoid conflict, running to his books to calm his mind and heart whenever tense situations arise. He does not often get angry but will rise to the defense of history. Due to his quirks, he does not make many friends whether it be because he eventually makes the other person uncomfortable or, he scares himself, assuming they aren't interested.

From all of the time spent studying, Enstille has extensive knowledge but that leads to his very shallow understanding of social environments as well as standard common sense. His academic interest in historical events, locations and artifacts proves very useful when needed. In addition, his understanding of Light magic has led him to a very unique control over it, often accomplishing things that do not follow the standard "rules". This knowledge has made him somewhat overconfident when subjects he knows come up in conversation, a trait that he is often not aware of himself. 

Unfortunately, his historical studies have introduced him to the idea of betrayals and manipulations so, he looks at everyone as a potential danger. This untrusting trait of his is solely rooted in how many rulers or prominent people in history are spoken of being betrayed. He naively believes that it is an extremely common occurrence in the world.

Background

Occupation
Scholar, historian, researcher primarily based out of the Higher Education Hall in Iluminata. He has occasionally taught courses but all did not last long due to his inability to connect to his students. He is still retained for his knowledge and magical advancements he can make.

Living Immediate Family Members:
Anabelle Aravenus - Mother

Balerin Aravenus - Father

Dead Immediate Family Members:
None

Current Companions:
None

Current and Past Lover(s):
None

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
Grimoire of magical research.

History:

Enstille was the only child of Balerin and his frail wife, Anabelle. Unfortunately, to Balerin's ire, Anabelle could not conceive any more children after Enstille. Balerin is a very prominent trader in Iluminata and beyond. He once had dreams of a strong and hearty child to share the business with but was sorely disappointed as Enstille displayed much of his mother's frailty and interest in the academic pursuits. After Enstille's birth her health declined, leaving her mostly bedridden these days. 

In Enstille's young days, he would read instead of play outside. He is lacking in stamina but makes up for it in his intelligence. Some time later, upon entering Aegnor Stonel Academy, his passion for history and knowledge began to truly sprout. He did not make friends in these days, instead finding companionship in the historical figures. Along the way, he learned of the humans that had once walked in this world. This sparked a major flame of curiosity in him that he was never truly able to satiate since the humans were purged from the world. He now studies everything he can find, every artifact related to them, at every chance he can get.

As that information ran out, he found more history to study. Rise and falls of kingdoms, battle accounts, the progression of technology and understanding of magic. If there's a historical topic to study, he has. He's even studied philosophy, though he couldn't quite connect with it. He has a collection in his office/library of ancient artifacts, some he knows the purpose of, some were left behind by the humans from their previous world. These items he has on display as trophies in his eyes.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

 Fitness Level 
⋆ Terrible. Can barely run down a hallway without losing his breath.

What are your character’s physical strengths? 
⋆ Physical what now?

 What are your character’s physical weaknesses? 
⋆ Doesn't believe in strength of body.
⋆ All of the physical weaknesses.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):
⋆ The best weapon is the mind. 300 years.

 Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ Couldn’t punch water if he tried.

Light Elves
⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 50 years
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 50 years
⋆ Shielding: 200 years

Magical Abilities

Best Abilities:
Shielding and the manipulation of them. He can create solid barriers structural in their formation, sometimes plugging holes, building temporary bridges and even the enclosures of his artifacts. He also has very minute control of "shields" to the point of creating small tools when he needs them and everything in between. The shielding is not particularity the strongest, though its versatility is far beyond normal standards.

Enstille’s Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤◯◯◯◯

Stamina: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Dexterity:⬤◯◯◯◯

Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Combat Stats

N/A

Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Illusions: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Shielding: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

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Rowan Dyewynn ⋆ 447 ⋆ Male ⋆ Light Elf

Appearance

Height:
6'2"

Build:
Lithe, muscular, built for speed and accuracy.

Hair Color:
Silver

Hair Length
Long, down to base of back.

Eye Color:
Slivery Blue

Skin Tone:
Pale

Distinguishing features:
Scar on left cheek, two small braids, each from behind an ear that is adorned with rings.

Psychology

Likes: 
⋆ Honor, Chivalry, Respect.
⋆ Taking rides on Cephal to clear his mind.
⋆ A nice, fresh cup of tea.

Dislikes: 
⋆ Rainy days.
⋆  The Dark Elf oppressors.
⋆ Overly loud, raucous behavior.

Fears:
⋆ Losing more of his family.
⋆ The advancement of technology rendering his skills useless.
⋆ Being too old to participate properly in a rebellion.

Habits/Quirks
⋆ Comes across as conceited at times due to his extreme display of manners.
⋆ Never lets anyone touch or maintain his bow.
⋆ All too ready to defend the honor of someone.

Sexuality:
Hetero

Personality:
⋆ Behavior towards others?
Rowan is unfailingly polite, even if you have garnered his ire, he will still be perfectly civil. He is not terribly outgoing, but has no issues striking up a conversation with someone interesting. More often than not, his sister, Aurora has to rescue him from the uncomfortable situations.

⋆ Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless?
Having served his Kingdom and having no intentions of changing that, he will sacrifice himself for the greater good if it is required.

⋆ Where on the spectrum of kind to mean?
Unless you are a true Enemy, Rowan will always be nice, regardless of if he likes you or not. However if you are an Enemy, he will show no mercy and offer no concession.

⋆ Is your character affectionate? Do they enjoy hugs and being touchy?
His family are very loving and he appreciated their care and attention however, the military broke him of needing that care from others so he often does not know how to respond to affection from others.

⋆ Is it hard to gain your character’s trust? 
Those affiliated with the Kingdom and its military earn his respect instantly. Any others, he is wary of until he learns where their loyalties lie.

⋆ Easy to anger or does your character usually remain calm? What about irritation?
Rowan is often capable of maintaining his composure until his family is threatened or the safety of the Kingdom is terrorized.

⋆ Patient or impatient. Is your character impulsive?
Being very skilled at taking orders, Rowan has developed the patience of a soldier.

⋆ Brave or Cowardly? Are they brave to the point of recklessness?
If something needs to be done, Rowan will volunteer regardless of the danger involved.

⋆ Reaction speeds to situations.
Rowan has developed a good combat sense and can read the flow of a battle, making the critical decisions required in the moment.

⋆ Intelligence level: Are you a cunning mastermind?
Rowan has a cool calculating head that is able to react on the fly. However, he is not a planning man, he lets others do that.

⋆ Charisma level: How well can you manipulate people? Do you make friends easily? Are you persuasive? 
He does not manipulate, though his chivalry and noble attitude often brings other individuals to his side.

⋆ Sense of humor or no sense of humor?
Not being a big joker, when he does make the occasional joke, they tend to fall flat.

⋆ Sanity level of character/do they struggle with any mental illness/disorders? 
As far as anyone is concerned, Rowan has it all together. However, in his own privacy, memories of the war and what he could have done different plague him.

Background

Occupation
Rowan has served in the Sun Kingdom's military since he was of age. Specializing in mounted archery, he has refined his ability and excels in the bow. He has not taken a position of command though and prefers to be somewhat free in his actions during peace times.

Living Immediate Family Members:
Aurora Dyewynn - Sister

Forsythia Dyewynn - Mother

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Claderith Dyewynn - Father

Current Companions:
Aurora Dyewynn

Others TBD

Current and Past Lover(s):
None

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
⋆A war bow that was crafted by master craftsmen of the Fairies. Imbued with some of their magic, it exhibits extraordinary strength and the occasional moral intent that Rowan can feel when it agrees or disagrees with his target.

⋆A pair of standard issue shortswords from the military.

⋆Pendant of Solaris that never leaves his neck.

⋆Trusty warhorse Cephas

⋆Transmission bracelet

History(2 paragraph minimum):

Raised amongst the royal court of the Sun Kingdom by his parents Claderith Dyewynn and his wife Forsythia, Rowan was the firstborn that they had brought into the world. He was the evidence of the affection his chaste and celibate father had for Forsythia. Soon after him, Aurora was next added to the family. Dedicated to his family and protecting the Sun Kingdom, Rowan joined the military as soon as he became of age. There he was taught the ways of combat and defense while his mother taught him the ways of chivalry and the court.

When war came to the Sun Kingdom, Rowan eagerly took his assignment, bidding his family farewell. The war hardened him, as it does to all. He earned many accolades by his ability and bravery. One battlefield that had turned against them lead to him saving a squad of fairy combatants and enabling their escape. Earning the scar on his check from that battle, he was rewarded by the Fairies with his bow.

Returning home whilst losing the war was very hard for him. Now, he serves as he can protecting the court, hoping for one day to have a chance to repay their oppressors in kind. Since then, he has taken up the mantle of Head of their house. With their father's death, Aurora has taken his place as the spiritual advisor and he cares for the rest.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:
⋆ Rowan is in his best shape, not heavily muscled yet still powerful and fast. Possessing the stamina of a well trained soldier.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Outstanding accuracy with his bow.
⋆ Fleet of foot and highly aware of his surroundings.
⋆ Very fast reactions.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ He is not well suited for a drawn out melee.
⋆ Heavy lifting.
⋆ Never having dedicated himself to learning magic.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):
⋆ Bow 300+ years
⋆ Shortswords, simple melee 300+ years

 Hand-to-Hand Combat:
Basic training, not very experienced.

⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: Nope
⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): Nada
⋆ Shielding: Barely.

Best Abilities:
If really in need, he can manifest a very small and weak shield.

Rowan’s Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Combat Stats

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Melee Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Ranged Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Magic Stats

Offensive Photokinesis: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Illusions: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Shielding: ⬤◯◯◯◯

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Masako Kintsugi ⋆ 11 ⋆ Appears female ⋆ Warforged

Appearance

Height:
5'3

Build:
Lithe and lean. She was built to appear non threatening.

Hair Color:
Varies, often seen wearing either a black or white wig

Hair Length
Varies, usually on the longer side

Eye Color:
Not applicable

Skin Tone:
Porcelain

Distinguishing features:
Intricate floral paintings all over her body. Wherever her exterior was damaged, the cracks have been joined together with gold.
Lack of eyes. The hollows are able to emit a blue glow, which mimics the appearance of eyes.

Psychology

Likes: 
⋆Protecting and caring for children
⋆Order and routine 
⋆Time consuming crafts (Painting, embroidery etc)

Dislikes: 
⋆Disobedience 
⋆Failure 
⋆Inattentive parental figures

Fears:
⋆Not being able to find her wards and return home
⋆The death of her wards 
⋆Life without purpose

Habits/Quirks
⋆Masako tends to mimic human behavior whenever she has learned it to be appropriate.
⋆At times her wording is slightly off. This is especially noticeable when she's describing feelings and emotions.

Sexuality:
Asexual

Personality:
Masako is much like a statue, quiet and observant. Having been around people since her creation she can move among them with little effort. She uses her interaction with others as a learning opportunity, to better understand the world around her. A matron to the young and innocent she acts much like a traditional mother would. There is a warmth to her that sometimes makes you forget she is a mere living construct. 

Dealing with children requires an almost inhuman amount of patience. Masako knows how to play the waiting game and she's never lost, because she doesn't tire. There aren't many things that scare her which allows her to be brave and act without fear. She strikes fast and hard, demanding discipline and order. 
 
Not dim witted by any means Masako's intelligence is rather situational. She is clever in areas and subjects that are familiar. Much of the world is still unknown to her and stepping into the unknown is bound to come with mistakes. Masako's unfamiliarity with mundane things often makes her the butt of a joke. She can be very funny when it's unintentional. 

She struggles with many different kinds of emotions, ones which she can't name and doesn't understand. It causes her pain and distress. When she finds herself overwhelmed Masako seeks refuge with the Gods in prayer, trying to find comfort in the divine.

Background

Occupation
Originally created as a home protector, is now a nomad in search of her wards.

Living Immediate Family Members:
The elven family she served

Dead Immediate Family Members:
None

Current Companions:
TBA

Current and Past Lover(s):
None

Current Equipment: Masako carries a hidden Iaito concealed in the handle of an oil-paper parasol. 

History:
Masako was created with the purpose of serving as a home protection automaton of a rich elven family living in the Ironhold. The family commissioned her from an artisan dwarf known for his unique creations. They needed something that appeared non threatening to protect the most precious jewels they owned, their children. Masako watched over them while they slept in their little cribs, snuck out of their rooms at night, played in the garden and went on trips outside of Ironhold. Over the years the family requested improvements to keep up with the unpredictability of growing children. This resulted in Masako becoming able to adapt to different situations. This wasn't without fail, as she was still only an automaton. 

Eventually Masako's family sought to weaponize her, sending the automaton back to her creator. He improved her strength, endurance and speed and gave her a weapon to wield apart from her own body. Most importantly however he forged something for her she never had before, a heart. The runes created with the Celestone changed Masako from the cold, lifeless but ever present automaton to the mother the children always wished she could become. It allowed her to experience love, fueling her desire to protect the children she helped to raise. 

Shortly after her return, during a quiet and uneventful night, Masako discovered the children were not in their beds. Someone or something had whisked them away without a trace. She remembers this event vividly because this was the first time she experienced loss.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:
⋆ Highly active (Years of watching a bunch of wild children) 

Physical strengths
⋆Increased durability due to her porcelain-like exterior which is similar to carbon fiber. 
⋆Increased strength, endurance and speed 
⋆Night vision 

Physical weaknesses
⋆Can't be healed by magic 
⋆Vulnerable to core destruction
⋆Maintenance required 

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Iaito blade: 1 year. While not having had to use it often, she wields it with scary precision. 

 Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ 11 years. She is intimidating even without her blade.

Masako’s Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Combat Stats

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Iato Blade Weapon Combat: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

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Aerilyn Nalani ⋆ 30 ⋆ Female ⋆ Rabbit Demi-Human

Appearance

Height:
6’2"

Build:
Lean and Athletic

Hair Color:
White

Hair Length
Lower Back

Eye Color:
Blue

Skin Tone:
Light Tan

Distinguishing features:
Long fluffy white rabbit ears come out the top of her head. Due to the three-inch heightened boots she wears Aerilyn usually stands a 6'5" most of the time.

Psychology

Likes:
⋆Alcohol
⋆Gambling
⋆Lettuce
⋆Making close friends
⋆Smashing things with her hammer.
⋆Being the tallest person in the room

Dislikes:
⋆Carrots
⋆Disloyalty
⋆Listening to Plans
⋆Others who back down on a bet
⋆ Admitting she has any issues
⋆ People who are too quiet

Fears:
⋆ Being forgotten or not making something of herself
⋆ Losing people she cares about
⋆ Goblins
⋆ Manticores
⋆ Dying from her carrot allergy
⋆ Claustrophobia
⋆ Love

Habits/Quirks
⋆Her front teeth are a little bit larger than normal like a rabbit
⋆Her hair is naturally clean, vibrant, and voluminous and never unkempt 
⋆Despite her height she will assure her place as the tallest by wearing elevated footwear or standing on a higher footing.
⋆ She tends to hop or skip around when moving about.
⋆ She calls her close friends “Darlin”

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Personality:
⋆ Aerilyn radiates a vibrant aura of joy, captivating everyone around her with her infectious energy. She effortlessly becomes the life of any gathering, as her extroverted nature thrives in the company of others. Eager to embrace challenges, she readily accepts dares, always striving to prove herself. However, her adventurous spirit sometimes leads her down a path where she ends up losing bets, resulting in financial setbacks. Despite her occasional impulsive tendencies, Aerilyn's heart is genuinely selfless. She may display unwavering determination once she sets her mind to something, showcasing her strong-willed nature. Indifferent to people's opinions, she prioritizes the well-being of her loved ones and will go to great lengths to support and care for them. Aerilyn's kindness knows no bounds; she often indulges in impromptu gift-giving and treats her friends to memorable experiences, such as outings and shared meals. Her affectionate demeanor shines through as she readily offers warm hugs and enjoys snuggling up with her cherished companions. While she may seem trusting and open if someone betrays her or those she holds dear, she etches that betrayal deep into her memory, causing her to gradually lose trust in the offender depending on the severity of the situation.

Aerilyn possesses extraordinary mental resilience, rarely succumbing to anger or sadness. It takes a significant loss or an intense situation to truly knock her off balance. However, if anyone were to harm her cherished friends, it would ignite a raging fire within her, propelling her into a relentless pursuit that would only cease when exhaustion consumes her completely. Impatience permeates Aerilyn's very being, rendering her unable to remain still for even a moment. She fidgets restlessly, her foot tapping incessantly, seeking constant movement to evade her own thoughts and troubles. Regrettably, she seeks solace in drinking, which only exacerbates her impulsive nature, leading her into countless predicaments ranging from injuries to profound personal losses. Undeniably brave, Aerilyn's audacity often teeters on the brink of foolishness or madness. She willingly gambles her life on reckless bets, daring encounters with perilous creatures, and exploration of treacherous ruins. Anxiety seldom plagues her, but when it does, it consumes her whole being, primarily concerning the well-being of those she holds dear. Aerilyn's exceptional gift lies in her lightning-fast reaction speed, an innate trait she has honed and excelled at throughout her entire life.

Aerilyn may not possess much book knowledge, but when it comes to taking down specific creatures or embarking on deadly expeditions into long-forgotten ruins and dungeons, she is undoubtedly the person to have by your side. Her normally vibrant and exuberant personality has a magnetic effect on others, elevating the mood in any room she enters. Aerilyn possesses an innate ability to inspire laughter and joy, even drawing people into her world of jests and lighthearted banter. While she enjoys playfully nudging those around her into harmless bets or dares, she is always careful not to endanger anyone. However, it is worth noting that Aerilyn grapples with her own challenges, particularly when it comes to her relationship with alcohol and gambling. Additionally, the haunting memory of losing her previous hunting party and friends has left her with a paralyzing fear of goblins and manticores.

Background

Occupation
Creature Hunter and Ruin Raider.

Living Immediate Family Members:
Aerilyn was an orphan and the only one she has close enough to call a parent is Garen.

Dead Immediate Family Members:
She doesn’t know.

Current Companions:
None

Current and Past Lover(s):
None

Current Equipment:
, mithril breastplate with Deflection enchantment, Strength enchantment gloves, adventuring clothes, large survival backpack, two large red potions, three pink potions, two black potions, cooking pot, portable fira, teeth cleanser, body cleanser, time teller, darksight glasses, travel shelter, portable bed, small pillow, lantern, flask, rope, wayfinder, fire starter kit.

History:

Aerilyn grew up in the impoverished slums of Roshmi, a part of the city where survival was a daily struggle. From her earliest memories, she knew nothing of family or comfort. Instead, her days were filled with scavenging for scraps of food amidst the piles of trash and resorting to theft to eke out an existence. Desperation often pushed her to extreme measures, even to the point of resorting to murder when her very life hung in the balance.

At the age of ten, Aerilyn's bleak existence took a surprising turn. She was discovered on the side of a dilapidated street in the slums, near death and being viciously attacked by a pack of feral dogs. It was an old and weathered creature hunter named Garen, a Demi-human with goat-like features, who came to her rescue. Moved by compassion for the dying girl, Garen took Aerilyn under his wing, becoming her mentor and teacher.

For the next fifteen years, Aerilyn trained rigorously under Garen's watchful eye. Each day was filled with intense exercise and grueling workout sessions, sculpting her body into a formidable force. But it was with the great hammer that Aerilyn found her true calling. Garen imparted her vast knowledge of creatures, teaching Aerilyn the intricacies of tracking, ruin exploration, and other essential survival techniques. Together, they formed an unbreakable bond, their shared experiences forging a unique camaraderie.

However, at the age of twenty-five, Aerilyn felt the pull of independence and yearned to forge her own path. Leaving Garen behind, she embarked on a nomadic existence, finding temporary respite in taverns or the solitude of the wilderness during her hunts and explorations. When she wasn't in pursuit of her quarry, Aerilyn sought solace in the vices of drinking and gambling, momentarily escaping the weight of her past.

Recently, tragedy has struck Aerilyn's life, leaving her reeling from a devastating loss. While attempting to leave a set of ancient ruins nestled deep within the jungles above Myriamor, her group was ambushed by a horde of goblins led by a fearsome manticore. In a horrific instant, Aerilyn watched as her companions, her newfound family, were mercilessly slaughtered. Grievously wounded, she managed to consume the last of her red healing potion, fueling her desperate escape through the treacherous jungle as she fled toward the sanctuary of Roshmi.
With each step she took, Aerilyn carried the weight of her fallen comrades and the burning determination for revenge. In her heart, a fire raged, fueling her desire to confront the forces that had torn her world apart. As she made her way towards Roshmi, uncertainty loomed ahead, but Aerilyn remains resolute. She will not rest until justice is served and those responsible for the massacre face her unyielding fury.

Combat and Magic

Fitness Level:
⋆ She is quite active and fit, making her living as a creature hunter and ruin hunter always training and making sure she is prepared for the next hunt. She tends to be out in the wilderness or abandoned ruins traversing various dangerous terrain for a large portion of her time.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆Because of her increased reaction time of naturally being a prey animal she is very nimble and is able to dodge most things with ease.
⋆ The strength of her legs allows her to jump at increased heights and distances as well as kick with rapid strikes.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆Without her strength-enchanted gloves she will run out of stamina a lot faster when swinging around her hammer. 
⋆She can over-exert herself if she gets too into combat.
⋆She has an allergy to carrots.

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ fifteen years with a great hammer training daily as well as using it for work.

 Hand-to-Hand Combat:
She has trained hand-to-hand for fifteen years along with her training with the great hammer specifically fighting with kicks rather than punches but if needed she is always down to throw hands.

Ability on Avalia:

Species of Demi-Human
Flemish Giant Rabbit

Abilities from Beast Side:
Enhanced Hearing and Reaction.

Enhanced Speed and Agility.

Enhanced Leg Strength.

Communication with Rabbits, Hares and Almiraj and other similar creatures of the same family.

Aerilyn’s Stats

Physical Stats

Strength with Enchantment: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Combat Stats

Hand-to-Hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Geat Hammer Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

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“Thraash Ferno” ⋆ 125 ⋆ Male ⋆ Demihuman

Appearance

Height:
7’1”

Build:
Lean muscular

Eye Color:
Yellow

Skin Tone:
Green

Distinguishing features:
Badass horns, septum piercing, three horn piercings, two brow piercings

Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Music
⋆ Bringing it to the dark elves 
⋆ Shiny things
⋆ Brazenness
⋆ Red meat
⋆ Being in charge
⋆ Making a grand entrance

Dislikes:
⋆ No stakes
⋆ Subservience
⋆ Being forced to keep things quiet
⋆ Low activity
⋆ Dark Elf supremacy

Fears:
⋆ Losing his ability to play music
⋆ Not dying in a worthwhile battle

Habits/Quirks:
⋆ Hums to himself while bopping his head when things get slow
⋆ Conforms to ideas he thinks are cool versus the pros and cons
⋆ Silently towers over others imposingly

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Personality:
People find me rough around the edges but they just need to deal with it or leave. I choose not to make new friends because most people can't hang. Ain't my problem. I'm just built like that and it works in my favor since I don't have enough limelight to share with anyone else. I'm the star, so naturally, I come first. Not only that but I'm not the type to trust anyone unless they're battle-tested first. After that, maybe you get the stamp of being considered solid. Wanna see what that looks like, just look at who I keep around.

Temperament? People say I'm a hothead. I've fought plenty of rounds at the Nest. Y'know, that cesspool of a bar in Roshmi. Love that place… I hate that place too. And waiting? I don't wait for shit to happen. I make shit happen with or without a plan. Simple as that. No hesitation.

I'm smarter than most make me out to be. Get it from my pops but it's more of a street-smart thing. I'm not some brainy scientist or a cunning manipulator. What you see is what you get, and you either like it or you don't. 

Some people say I'm crazy… They might be right.

Background

Occupation:
Rebel (seriously), Musician, Blacksmith

Living Immediate Family Members:
My mom and dad are still kicking

Current Companions:
A groupie named Rosamira (30 years). Pain in my scales but she's solid

Current Equipment: Ax-guitar, Muse Tank amplifier, black powder, toiletries, a skull he wears as a mask

History: Born in Roshmi. Raised in Roshmi. Dad was a smith, mom was an enchanter. Got my dad's solid breath and most of my mom's solid scales, which worked for me. Gold would just ruin the fucking vibe and I like being the personification of rebellion. Dad hated it but he could shut his snout and swallow his breath weapon for all I cared. 

During my fifteenth year of living, I found my passion after watching a dwarven band shred during a family business trip to Ironhold. I know what you're thinking. Family. Business. Trip. For the most part, I couldn't stand them but it was during one where I found my passion. Then I started a band… Okay, I started several bands. Sure, they all failed one way or another. People either didn't know their place or couldn't live up to my talent. My dad thought otherwise, trying to stifle my flame by trying to make me his successor. I did a little bit here and there but it wasn't really my thing. 

Oh yeah, the war happened. Roshmi got hit so hard and fast but the family business never skipped a beat. Went from making weapons and armor for Roshmi to making them for Malthemoor with twice the demand. My parents were happy but me, nah. I couldn't be a sellout like that. New laws, new restrictions, renaming kingdoms, and worst of all, my favorite band… dead. I packed up my shit and started anew. Changed my whole look, and I don't mean with one of those tacky disguise rings. My shit was done solid! Authentic. Thraash Ferno was born!

I started playing for amas as a one-man show and selling whatever weapons I could make in most places that would have me. Oh, and I made damn sure it wasn't for those bruise-skinned pointy-eared fucks. But the wrong people eventually caught on to my selectiveness of course and I got roughed up pretty bad. So do you know what I did? I stopped playing my music altogether. 

I stopped playing my music because I was building a fucking destroyer! A ravager! A weaponized instrument of death! Sure, I thanked my dad for passing on his handiness but this creation was mine alone. An ax-guitar that I could use to take the fight back to the current system!

Then I built my Muse Tank, a special amplifier that would see my mom green with envy. I didn't need friends! I didn't need a band! I was the band! Ahahahahaha! 

I ran with a few would-be rebels but like usual, I got grouped up with others that just couldn't make the cut. In other words, they died, got captured, or quit, leaving this dragonborn to pave his own path once more. It was just me but I was hitting small convoys and patrols of dark-elven militants like a basilisk out of hell! 

Well, until some elf girl fucked things up for me. Got us captured because she wanted to take my claim on a patrol and wouldn't shut her fucking snout about it. I couldn't tell you how long our shouting match was but I was winning. Anyway, we broke out and brought hell to the camp we were being held in. Burned everything! We both liked setting things on fire and she had decent talent at taking dark elves off the board so… we linked up. Her name's “Mari” and even if she's just a groupie, she's been the only one that's kept up with me this long, so she's solid.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level(If you’re active, please list how. Sports activity? Etc):
⋆ Come on, look at me. I'm fucking dragonborn

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Physical strength
⋆ I'm good with my hands, whether it be a weapon or a musical instrument
⋆ Tough hide and it's fire retardant too!
⋆ Sex appeal
⋆ Strong lungs

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Can’t fit in many places
⋆ Big target
⋆ Decreases performance when there’s no music playing

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆  Ax-Guitar (literally). I've had it for over thirty years. Enough said. Black powder. A decorated amplifier he calls his “Muse Tank.” The Muse Tank can amplify his guitar while mysteriously playing the sounds of other instruments while he plays.

Hand-to-Hand Combat: I'm a brawler with no martial arts background. I leverage my size and strength to make up for it.

Magical Abilities:

Species of Demi-Human
Dragonborn

Abilities from Beast Side:
Fire breath. Don't let the green scales fool you.

Thraash's Stats

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dexterity: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Durability: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Combat Stats

Battle Ax: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Hand-to-Hand Combat:  ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Magic Stats

Fire Breath: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

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Scathael

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Scathael Arash ⋆ 267 ⋆ Male ⋆ Dark Elf


Appearance

Height:
1.85 m (6'0")
Build:
Fit
Hair Color:
Greyish white
Hair Length:
Short
Eye Color:
Hazel brown, bordering on amber
Skin Tone:
Dark grey
Distinguishing Features:
His hands and arms are speckled with burns and healed scars.

Psychology

Likes:
⋆ Solitude
⋆ Seeing new sights
⋆ Finding new materials to work with
⋆ Making / repairing things

Dislikes: 
⋆ Overly-elaborate designs
⋆ Inefficiency
⋆ Surprises

Fears:
⋆ To be unable to wander anymore
⋆ To be trapped in one place
⋆ To lose those he cares about
⋆ To be revealed in-RP

Habits/Quirks
⋆ Whenever possible, he whittles wood into arrow shafts when idle
⋆ He scribbles into a notebook every now-and-then, especially after visiting somewhere visually impressive or new to him

Sexuality:
Straight

Personality:
⋆ Behavior towards others is: extroverted or introverted.
Scathael will only interact with people as much as he needs to. No more, no less. It’s not the interaction he minds, you see. It’s that it’s – to him – a needless distraction from more pressing work.
⋆ Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless
If he has something you need, and he himself doesn’t need it, then it’s yours if you ask. Just don’t expect him to give it on his own volition, and be prepared to have a very convincing argument if the thing you need happens to be raw materials. He can be quite the hoarder with such things.
⋆ Where on the spectrum of kind to mean. 
He wouldn’t go out of his way to be mean, but neither would he make much effort in cushioning a heavy blow. 
⋆ Is your character affectionate? Do they enjoy hugs and being touchy?
No. He has it in him, but he has no reason to show it.
⋆ Is it hard to gain your character’s trust?
Scathael doesn’t trust people easily. It can happen, but it’ll take plenty of time and effort. Perhaps more than what most can be expected to give.

⋆ Easy to anger or does your character usually remain calm? What about irritation?
Anger requires care, and Scathael honestly cares little for anything beyond his work to be easily roused to anger. He can, however, be easily irritated. 
⋆ Patient or impatient. Is your character impulsive?
On a day-to-day basis, he’s rather patient. He doesn’t quite mind waiting days or even weeks to acquire the materials he needs for a project. That said, when it comes to finding said materials, he can be easily spurred to action by mere rumours of something rare or just difficult to acquire.
⋆ Brave or Cowardly? Are they brave to the point of recklessness?
He’s as brave as he needs to be. Risks are calculated, and he sees no shame in running from a hopeless fight or declining an overly-dangerous task.
⋆ Anxiety hold you back? Do you get nervous?
Not much; he’s sure enough of his abilities to do most things confidently. However, he does get antsy if he’s working with something which he knows he can’t easily get a replacement for.
⋆ Reaction speeds to situations.
Travelling alone has given him decent instincts. He might not be the fastest around, but he certainly knows when danger's near and how to react accordingly.

⋆ Intelligence level: Are you a cunning mastermind?
Scathael has a quick mind. He picks things up easily, but there’s a catch. It has to be something he’s very much interested in. Anything less than that and he switches off so quickly that barely anything gets into his head. So if it comes to a topic that he's knowledgeable in, he'll likely be able to think or outsmart his way out of trouble. Outside of that, he'll have problems.
⋆ Charisma level: How well can you manipulate people? Do you make friends easily? Are you persuasive?
He has all of the charisma of a boulder.
⋆ Sense of humor or no sense of humor?
It’s sardonic, caustic, and can often be dark at times, but he does have one. Knowing when he’s joking and when he’s serious is the real challenge.
⋆ Sanity level of character/do they struggle with any mental illness/disorders? 
According to Scathael himself, he’s very sane. A very stable individual. According to those with whom he interacts, his single-mindedness when it comes to creating things, and his obsession with finding new and better materials, traipses on the border of insanity.

Background

Occupation
Itinerant General Craftsman

Living Immediate Family Members:
None

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Maisil Arash (Father)
Vannea Arash (Mother)

Current Companions:
None

Current and Past Lover(s):
Rezirael Illimac

Current Equipment:
Weapons:
Horn/Maple composite bow
Shortened musket
Pistol
Two Hatchets

Tools:
Whittling knife
Smithing hammer
Tongs
Forge Gloves
Needle and Thread
Whetstone block
Bowstrings
Pestle and Mortar

History:

It would’ve seemed that Scathael was destined for an average life. 

He wasn’t born to anyone of note – his parents were magically gifted, for sure, but they weren’t exceptionally powerful by any stretch of the imagination – and the village in which he grew up was one so small that most cartographers simply glossed over it on their maps. Really, it was more of a hamlet, and a small one at that. The nearest town was at least a day’s ride away, and there was nothing that attracted even the most curious of wayfarers. Life was quiet, solitary, and peaceful.

Throughout his childhood, Scathael’s parents did their best to pass on their knowledge to their son, but it was evident as he grew up that magic wasn’t where his talents lay. Rather, it was the forge, the anvil, the carpenter’s bench, the tanner’s rack, anything related to making things, with which he had an affinity. His parents, rather than forcing him to be something he wasn’t, instead encouraged him to nurture and build upon his innate talent. Though he still had to practise magic, it was more to maintain what skills he had rather than to develop them any further. 

It didn’t take long for him to learn all he could in his little hamlet. If he wanted to go any further, he’d have to venture out to the bigger towns and cities. His parents were naturally reluctant to let their only son leave on his own, but Scathael eased their worries by showing that he could adequately take care of himself with the bow. Neither did he have any intention of leaving home for good; he’d journey in search of teachers and masters to learn from, but his path would always lead him back to the little cottage on the outskirts of the nameless hamlet. In due time, he even became something of a general tradesman for the rest of the villagers. To spend the rest of his life in such a way didn’t seem unappealing in the least to Scathael. It was more than what he could’ve wished for.

Fate, however, had other plans for him.

Scathael no longer talks about that day, but memories of it still linger vividly in his mind. He had only just returned from a hunt when he found his parents killed. Not murdered. He’d never use that word to describe what happened. Murder implies that someone had planned for his parents to die. Murder implied that there was a reason for their death. But that wasn’t the case. He simply found them both cold on the autumn grass, the arrows which took their lives still lodged in their bodies. A dozen bodies surrounding them told him that they at least didn’t go easily, but it was little consolation.

He never did find out the exact reason for his parents’ deaths. Their neighbours – all of whom lived a fair distance away – told him that it all stemmed from a heated argument between his father and a roving band of hunters. Or outlaws, or mercenaries, or any other type of group, depending on whom he asked. But regardless, one thing remained constant. It had just been a misunderstanding gone horribly, and violently, wrong. Nothing more.

It was that randomness that devastated Scathael the most. A targeted killing, he could perhaps rationalise it away. He could maybe even plan revenge to soothe his heart, but something like this? There was nothing for him to do but mourn and try to continue living. He resolved to stay in the hamlet his parents had so resolutely refused to leave in an attempt to honour their memory, but that proved to be far too difficult. Every sweet memory he had in the old cottage slowly became daggers pricking his heart, and soon he grew to despise the place.

And so he left. He had no choice. 

Barely an adult, he struck out on a path to places unknown. First, he wandered about Daka Island, using his skills to earn some coin wherever he found himself. Then, when he ran out of places to explore, he took ship to lands further out. It wasn’t easy – he didn’t exactly grow up with much exposure to the world beyond his isolated cocoon – but he adapted quickly enough. As it turned out, cultures varied across peoples, but the need for a skilled hammer or deft chisel didn’t, especially in the smaller villages he often found himself. Being able to put his skills to good use, and being able to use them to pay his way to so many new and exciting places, and along the way discover new methods of crafting and materials, did plenty to soothe the pain that had been plaguing his heart. 

Then one day, he met a certain Rezirael Illimac.

She’d been a wanderer like him, though her business lay more towards exploring old ruins and delving into caves in search of treasure rather than wanderlust. Their relationship had been strictly professional at the beginning. She needed her tools and weapons maintained in places that could be days away from any settlement, and he needed the coin she earned to fund his need for progressively rarer and more expensive materials. It was a mutually-beneficial relationship that suited the both of them just fine. It didn’t hurt that their personalities complemented each other, too; her fiery passion melted his restrictive caution, and his calm logic tempered her reckless eagerness. 

What was supposed to be a temporary partnership turned into something semi-permanent, and then it became strange for either to be away from the other for long. As the time they spent together grew, so too did their relationship deepend. They became fast friends, then close confidants. Neither kept any secret from the other, and their nights were often spent in quiet places swapping stories about their pasts. It was thus only natural that romance would bloom between the two. Scathael still remembers the exact moment it happened. They’d been simply talking as usual after a long day. He’d been going on and on about something – likely related to crafting or materials  – when Rezirael kissed him. It’d been a surprise, but one he quickly and eagerly reciprocated. And once they confirmed their love for each other, their bond only grew all the stronger as the days passed.

They still adventured, and explored, and delved together, but between their travels, talk of settling down began to bubble. It started as just a flight of fancy to be laughed over a campfire. Just a nice thought and nothing more. Then, as they added more and more details to that fantasy, it stopped being a mere dream and became more of a goal to be achieved. Between the two of them, they had more than enough coin to sustain them if they stopped their adventures, and in the right place, Scathael’s skills would likely be more than enough to support the both of them and perhaps even a family. Soon enough, it became something that he hungered for; a life he couldn’t wait to start.

And that was when his old friend, fate, paid him another visit.

Scathael hadn’t been there. Rezirael had decided to scout a cave on her own while he remained at camp to repair damaged tools. As night fell, and she didn’t return, Scathael’s worry finally managed to push him to search for her. He found her in the cave she’d been exploring, half-buried and crushed beneath a mound of rocks and dirt. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t dig her out of it, but his efforts would’ve been all for naught even if he’d succeeded. Scathael buried her where she laid, left only with a diary she’d left with him listing the sights and places she wanted to see before they could settle down.

That diary now sits with the rest of his meagre belongings in his travelling knapsack. Every place and every sight, he went and he saw, and he made sure to write down every last detail. But he didn’t stop there. He couldn’t stop there. Fate had made its message clear, and the price Scathael paid for his ignorance had been steep. Too steep. If the death of his parents had cracked his spirit, then Rezirael’s passing shattered it entirely, and he patched it back together with flax thread and leather hide; with hewn oak and forged steel. Settling down was not meant for him. To wander, to discover, and to create better and better things was his lot in life, and he’d been a fool to fight it. All he could do was move. And move. And move some more. 

And maybe one day, he’d move far enough to escape this unwanted fate.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:
⋆ Scathael is very active. He has to be. As a survivalist-of-sorts, he hunts his own food when living in the wild (and sometimes when living in a settlement, even), chops his own wood for fire and shelter, and digs his own little holes when the terrain allows.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Good endurance; Scathael endeavours to spend his nights in settlements as much as possible, and that means trekking long distances with whatever he owns on his person.
⋆ Stealth; Scathael dislikes direct confrontations, and so has learned how to either skulk away from confrontations, or end them from the safety of the shadows as much as possible.
⋆ Accuracy; related to the above, Scathael has good aim with both bow and musket. Not only does that help to end a fight quickly, it also saves him labour. Bullets and arrows are tedious things to make.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Poor offensive magic; Scathael has always been a middling sorcerer, and his years of refusing to use his abilities haven’t done him any favours. He only ever uses magic to shroud himself in darkness to make a quick exit.
⋆ Close combat; while he could maybe handle himself against the average street tough or outlaw, don’t expect much from him against tougher foes. Or against multiple foes, for that matter.
⋆ Over-caution; Scathael will always err on the side of caution in a fight, sometimes to what can be perceived as a craven degree. He sees himself as a craftsman first, and adventurer second.

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Bow: 257 years. His parents taught him how to use from young, and intensified said training once it became clear that he was neither interested nor did he possess the aptitude to be anything beyond a middling sorcerer.
⋆ Firearms: 150 years. He picked up his first firearm a little while after leaving home for good, and immediately found it useful to have as part of his arsenal. Whatever skills he has with them were learned whilst travelling and typically on the fly.

Hand-to-Hand Combat:
He has no formal training in hand-to-hand combat. He knows enough to handle himself in a brawl, but that's about it.

Dark Elves
⋆ Offensive Erebokinesis: 
Completely out-of-practice. His parents did teach him how to use his magics, but he hasn't touched anything offensive ever since their deaths.
⋆ Shrouding:
160 years. This is his most-used ability, even if he only started seriously honing it after he started wandering the land. Aside from the basics taught by his parents back when he was a youth, most of what he knows comes from trial-and-error.
⋆ Shielding: 
110 years. He uses this ability to protect himself from cave-ins and rock-slides whilst exploring.

Physical Stats


Strength:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯


Combat Stats


Hand-to-hand Combat:⬤⬤◯◯◯

Ranged Combat(Bows/Firearms):⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Magic Stats


Offensive Erebokinesis: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Shrouding: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Shielding: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

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Amalgam V ⋆ Warforged

Devour ⋆ Asura

Appearance:

Height:

8 Feet, 5 Inches

Build:

Built to appear athletic and muscular

Eye and Visor Color:

Red

Armor and Body Tone/Color:

Dark Grey and Black

Distinguishing features:

Three red (with yellow iris) eyes positioned and stacked vertically within visor

Glowing red light emanating from slits and vents in his armor

Torn black cloak to conceal said red emanating light

Has the voice of Steve Blum (monotone)

Psychology:

Likes:

⋆ A bright blue scarf around his neck (although tucked away behind armor plating, so it isn't visible)

⋆ Money

Dislikes:

⋆ Everyone

⋆ Especially Dark Elves

⋆ Expressing emotions and losing composure

⋆ Suffering major damage or losing a limb (do you even know how expensive repair costs are?!)

Fears:

⋆ Enslavement

⋆ Never finding a new purpose

⋆ Never resolving the mystery of his past

Habits/Quirks:

⋆ Uncomfortable emotionless and unmoving staring

⋆ Instead of moving his head to turn to someone or something of interest, one or more of his eyes will dart over his head to look at them.

⋆ Lacks an understanding of personal space

⋆ Responds with "Query" prior to asking a question and replies with words such as "Affirmative", "Undetermined", or "Negative" when answering questions directed at him before elaborating further.

Personality:

Treatment towards others

⋆ Behavior towards others is: extroverted or introverted. Talk about how social your character is or isn't.

Not social at all. Five only speaks either when being spoken to, assuming the individual addressing him is worth his time, or when seeking information regarding a current objective. He is very selective in adding statements to a current conversation and most often would rather remain silent.

⋆ Where on the spectrum of selfish to selfless.

Mostly selfish. Very rarely does Five consider the needs of others unless it conveniences him. If he does perform any selfless acts, they are most likely objectional and situational.

⋆ Where on the spectrum of kind to mean.

Five isn't actively malicious though benevolence isn't a strong suit either. He is reactionary and falls within the mindset of dispensing kind or mean actions toward those who deserve them. Anyone who crosses him or anyone in his good graces will be punished whereas individuals who help him and any potential allies will earn his favor.

⋆ Is your character affectionate? Do they enjoy hugs and being touchy?

What are hugs and why do they matter?

⋆ Is it hard to gain your character’s trust?

In a world where Warforged are without rights and are susceptible to mistreatment and enslavement, Five is very wary of others. As such he requires individuals to prove themselves, unless they somehow manage to make him open up to them.

Reaction in Situations

⋆ Easy to anger or does your character usually remain calm? What about irritation?

Although Five is able to remain cool and keep his newfound emotions well enough under control, he does have some particular buttons (figurative buttons) that, when pressed, can bring him to anger.

⋆ Patient or impatient.  Is your character impulsive?

Patient would be the proper term to describe Five. His analytical mind (and all the technical processes and jargon involved) mostly prevents him from taking irrational actions until a proper course is determined. In combat, this translates into methodically targeting and dispatching opponents. Impulsive acts, should the need suddenly arise, would be very circumstantial for Five to perform.

⋆ Brave or Cowardly? Are they brave to the point of recklessness?

Five is no coward although 'bravery' wouldn't be a great word used to describe him either. Five was built and programmed to wage war upon whoever his designated enemy is without hesitation, typically in the most efficient and often brutal ways possible. This goes for dropping critiques and insults too.

⋆ Anxiety hold you back? Do you get nervous?

There are very few situations that can make Five second-guess or hesitate. Most of the time, Five is resolute when taking action. If he were to struggle in carrying out a specific action, it is more than likely influenced by uncontainable emotion.

⋆ Reaction speeds to situations.

If raw emotions are kept away (and they often are) from being a component within a situation, Five's mechanical body and mind alone can react faster than any organic being could hope to achieve physically, or even mentally in some instances.

What's in the Brain.

⋆ Intelligence level: Are you a cunning mastermind?

As a machine, Five, by default, possesses an incredible intellect. That said, Five is however a war machine, and much of his knowledge is devoted to the concepts of war and battlefield tactics. Knowledge regarding civil or economic matters goes right over his head and such topics, for him, are learned over time. NOTE: Yes, technically he should go to school. No, this should never happen. It will look too awkward for obvious reasons.

⋆ Charisma level: How well can you manipulate people? Do you make friends easily? Are you persuasive?

Five could talk people down with pure logic or simply intimidate them into compliance. Other than that, he is often without any empathy (or struggles in articulating and expressing it), which makes it really hard for Five to make friends with people right out of the gate.

⋆ Sense of humor or no sense of humor?

Definitely no sense of humor. Don't even try it on him.

⋆ Sanity level of character/do they struggle with any mental illness/disorders?

Debatable. Five would never kill someone for the hell of it. However, he will think of ways to dispose of them. On a serious note, Five is childlike in the sense that they are naive in understanding societal and economic topics and gullible in believing anything told to him regarding them... Just don't be within the same zip code with him once he finds out he's been played.

Personality Traits:

⋆ Everyone has a price...

Though Five prefers taking on bounties involving large troublesome creatures, he will occasionally hunt down wanted individuals. Should the bounty offer equivalent or more amas compared to the amount for their head, Five may turn a blind eye and accept their offer, provided they can actually pay him on the spot.

⋆ Purposeful greed

Five is always looking to make money, though his income, wherever that may come from, is hardly ever used on luxuries. Trinkets mean very little to him unless they are somehow extremely symbolic. The amas he earns is always devoted towards the upkeep of his armored shell. Lacking a very specific enhancement that may allow him to self-repair damage done to him, he is reliant on paying individuals to maintain and repair him. His near-reckless fighting style is what necessitates these appointments. Money is life after all.

⋆ Juat being honest

Deception plays a crucial role while in the thick of battle, a concept Five is very much familiar with. However, Five is seemingly incapable of taking that same concept and adjusting to a social environment. Basically, Five can't lie or mislead others. Even an attempt made by him to lie to someone results in a conversation becoming quickly awkward. As such he will only speak the truth, which also leads to some equally awkward moments of blurting out raw unfiltered facts that can set some sensitive people off.

Background:

Occupation

Ronin, Bounty Hunter, Monster Hunter, Mercenary

Living Immediate Family Members:

Unknown at this time.

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Unknown at this time.

Current Companions:

TBD

Current and Past Lover(s):

TBD

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):

⋆ Massive adamantine greatsword (looks similar to that of Dragon Slayer from Berserk) w/ Ethereal enchantment

⋆ Heavy full-plated adamantine armor

⋆ Magic nullification enchanted cuffs

⋆ Standard backpack

⋆ Rope (up to 50ft)

⋆ Wayfinder and Timeteller

⋆ Fire starter kit

⋆ First aid kit (not for him)

⋆ Chemist set to produce different mixtures for his fogger device

⋆ Small kit for minor repairs and maintenance

Attachments:

⋆ Chemical Fogger - A device built into Five's "mouth". The fogger emits a mist from his head and from several vents all over his body. The mists he can generate have a number of effects and have a range of up to 30ft. The standard mist is simply a thick shroud that obstructs the vision of his opponents. Five can also release toxic gasses that can poison or paralyze enemies. Finally, a stimulating drug that temporarily enhances the physical abilities of biological beings.

History:

Amalgam V, Five’s original name, was built by the Dwarves during the Malthemoor Kingdom’s invasion of Avalia. Though being a part of a limited production of a series of super-heavy Warforged platforms, Amalgam V was initially mindless like the rest of his mechanical kin. At some point, Celestone was incorporated into his framework, imbuing him with newfound sentience. The ability to think and adapt to his environment vastly improved Amalgam V’s killing capacity. Indeed, he and the rest of his line were one of the more effective Warforged legions set loose upon the Dark Elf armies and were responsible and causing the invaders to suffer many casualties during those battles. 

Yet this was still not enough, and the Dark Elves conquered the Dwarves, effectively removing them and their creations from the war which was soon nearing its end. Despite having the intelligence to that of any other person, Amalgam V was still shackled by an enhancement that made him and the rest of his kin obedient to their Dwarven masters. At the time, he did not resent this. It was then that Amalgam V’s line was instructed to be disposed of; an order that no doubt came from an angered Dark Elf general who witnessed the Warforged’ violence set against them. Amalgam V was rendered inactive and was sent to a facility to be destroyed…

…that was the plan anyway until Amalgam V reawakened and found himself in a crater within the wastelands South of Dugmaghord. The Warforged had scanned his surroundings but couldn't find anything familiar. No Dark Elves, no Dwarves, no other Warforged. And somehow, the obedience enhancement was removed. Amalgam V was free, so to speak, but with no given purpose or directive. With little direction to go by, Amalgam V wandered the wastes for years before managing to trek and fight his way North. By this time, he has settled with calling himself Five, a result of the citizens of Illuminata and Roshmi City shortening his full name. Five now makes money as a bounty hunter in order to survive and keep himself maintained.

His end goal however is to make his way back to Iron Hold to find out why or how he ended up so far away, as well as to determine the fate of his Warforged kin.

Combat and Magic Stat Creation:

Fitness Level:

⋆ Active - As active as a combat Warforged can be.

What are your character’s physical strengths?

⋆ Super Strength - Being built to carry an insanely heavy greatsword that is nearly as big as you does have its advantages. Five is capable of delivering deadly punches and applying fatal crushing force to anything within his grasp, breaking bones and bodies with relative ease. Sturdier materials such as stone or metal could be pulverized or dented at the very least under the same blows. He can even lift objects weighing more than twice his own weight.

⋆ Olympian - As a Warforged, the concept of tiring is irrelevant. It is possible for him to fight indefinitely, that is, if he isn't grounded down first.

⋆ Battleship-like - Five's body was designed to assault ranks of infantry and fortifications. Like turrets on a warship, Five can move his body in ways organic beings could never pull off, such as rotating his torso almost 180 degrees while other joints could spin a full 360. Additionally, his heavy armor is immune to most forms of conventional weapons and is only harmed by larger-than-normal arms, cannons, or magic.

⋆ 360 No-Scope - Five possesses incredible vision, allowing him to see through objects, see through dark places or at night, and even see things in different spectrums as well. Five can also shift his three eyes all over his head, practically enabling him to see in all directions.

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?

⋆ Dragster - Being nearly twice as tall as the average human, Five's stride enables him to sprint and catch up to opponents... in a straight line. Five is unable to chase foes who are light on their feet and who can effortlessly bob and weave out of harm's way. His body can do many things but quickly changing directions of his feet at a moment's notice isn't one of them.

⋆ Mechanic Required - Healing magic is ineffective and only a trained professional can repair any serious damage he sustains.

⋆ Sitting Duck - Five has no real way to counter ranged or magical attacks and must close the distance to engage distant adversaries.

⋆ Routine Maintenance - Five is very high maintenance, more so than most Warforged, and will need regular repairs if he fights too often.

Weapon Experience:

⋆ [Presumably 105 years] Five is accustomed to using giant weapons or standard two-handed weapons in a single hand since the day he was built and programmed. His signature giant greatsword can double as a shield if need be.

Hand-to-Hand Combat Experience:

⋆ [Presumably 105 years] Even without weapons on-hand, Five is very much a killing machine in close quarters. With powerful arms, sharp claws, and the ability to engage more than one opponent at a time (thanks to his vision and body), Five can swing his arms around and move them in different directions to attack surrounding foes. There is very little technique involved; only brute efficiency.

Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Ground Speed: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Dexterity: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Durability: ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Combat Stats

Hand-to-hand Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Large weapons/Two-handed: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

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Rosamira "Mari" Elowyn ✦ 125 ✦ Female ✦ Light Elf



Height:
5’6”

Build:
Lean and athletic

Hair Color:
Golden Blonde

Hair Length
Chest-length

Eye Color:
Blue

Skin Tone:
Light

Distinguishing features:
✦ Various scars on back
✦ Full lips, a bit of a youthful face
✦ Sparse freckles
✦ Tattoo that says G.E. on her palm in fine, barely legible print
✦ Small tattoo of a phoenix in black ink on her  wrist
✦ Tattoo that looks like an anklet around her ankle that is reminiscent of flames
✦ Tying her half back or full back in buns and ponytails
✦ Enjoys intense eyeliner and fruity lip glosses
✦ Wavy hair


Likes: 
✦ Barfights
✦ As much food as you can give her, especially spicy
✦ Dancing 
✦ Music
✦ Frogflies
✦ Technology
✦ Breaking the law
✦ Pissing people off
✦ Hoverboarding
✦ Competition
✦ Fire and Arson
✦ Destruction of property
✦ Thraash


Fears:
✦ Not being able to stop King Zanithel’s rule
✦ Others caring about her and vice versa
✦ Going back to prison where the food sucks
✦  Losing Thraash
Dislikes: 
✦ Boredom
✦ Having to take orders
✦ Her past being brought up
✦ Feeling guilt
✦ When her solar box doesn’t work!
✦ When restaurants advertise food 
as spicy but it’s actually not.
✦ Losing any type of game or competition
✦ Being criticized on her moral compass 
or… just anything at all.
✦ King Zanithel, his laws, and anyone who agrees with them.


Habits/Quirks
✦ Bragging for no reason
✦ Rolling her eyes
✦ Setting things on fire
✦ Cursing
✦ Smirking at others as if she is up to absolutely no good
✦ Flirting
✦ Coping with sarcasm and humor
✦ Taking whatever she wants without considering that she should pay for it


Sexuality:
Bisexual


Personality:
Mari is a self-proclaimed life of the party. She’s a particular extrovert, seemingly thriving in the presence of others only to push them away when they stick around too long. By no means shy, she says when she wants, when she wants to. Her behavior towards others is usually friendly as she is loud and opinionated, dominating a conversation she wasn’t necessarily even invited into. She’s more likely to throw her arms around strangers and kiss their cheeks for the hell of it than to accept a sympathetic hug. 

She would sooner set herself ablaze than expose her vulnerability to others. Yet, beneath her fiery exterior lies a fiercely loyal individual who will fight tooth and nail for her friends and even strangers. Driven by a deep sense of justice, she possesses an overwhelming willingness to engage in conflicts. Mari doesn’t like to admit it, but she acts as if she has something to prove and is always too stubborn to back down. Her temper and her rashness are some of her worst qualities. This isn’t always the case. Though impatient in many instances, in battle or in a situation where she must plan, she’s extremely fast on her feet and resourceful. Mari is clever and certainly feels she has a good sense of when she needs to step back and craft one of her master plans or if she can wing it as per usual.

Mari tends to snap at others bluntly or tell jokes that are completely too dark to say in a public setting. She’s sarcastic, arrogant, and overconfident. It is not often she is serious despite her drive like no other to rebel against the system.





Occupation
✦ Being wanted dead or alive, Thief


Living Immediate Family Members:
✦(Once Lord) Damalo Elowyn - Grandfather - Age 542
✦(Once Lady) Alma Elowyn - Grandmother - Age 536
✦ Malachi Elowyn - Father


Dead Immediate Family Members:
✦ Morwen Elowyn - Aunt 
✦ Caralia Elowyn - Mother
✦ Balin Elowyn - Brother
✦ Gael Elowyn - Brother


Current Companions:
Thraash


Current Equipment:
Repeating crossbow, sword, two daggers, 3 small red potions, 1 large red potion, 1 large blue potion, hoverboard, portable solar box, eye protectors, fire starter kit, channeling gloves that turn her light magic orange, makeup, perfume, a skull she wears as a mask and a disguise ring

History:
Rosamira was born a hundred and twenty-five years ago to Caralia and Malachi Elowyn. Raised under wealth and comfort, the Elowyns had an enjoyable life together thanks to the life Caralia and Malachi had built for them. She had an older brother named Balin, who was very much like his father in temperament and pride. He had always been there to take care of Rosamira and their younger brother Gael. Meanwhile, Gael was her partner in crime. Rosamira adored Gael more than anything in the world and constantly looked after him from the moment she could.

From the moment she took her first steps, Rosamira was playing pranks and the token fireball of the family. Despite some of the flaws that came with such a personality, she was fiercely loyal and would stand up for anyone in need. Her parents, Caralia and Malachi, had initially attempted to mold her into a vision of femininity, dressing her in pretty dresses and adorning her hair with delicate curls. However, being constantly in the company of her two brothers, Rosamira gradually gravitated towards her own unique sense of style. At only fifteen years old, she had been too young to even know who she was yet when fate abruptly shattered the ground beneath her feet.

Her father had suddenly brought them all to a house that was not theirs. Then her father left. It had been sudden to Rosamira and Gael, who had not even known a war had broken out.  The days had gone by and they had been essentially trapped within the house until the dark elves had closed in on the Sun Elf Kingdom and on the home they resided in. There had unfortunately not been enough time for a warning.  Her aunt and uncle were first to die as they had barged into the home. Caralia, her mother desperately pled for the mercy of her children. However, she had done so, in reality, to stall so Balin could sneak the two younger ones out the second-floor window, though Rosamira had to be thrown over his shoulder. Balin brought the two of them to the woods and told them to run, while he went back for Caralia. 

Rosamira, for once, was not stubborn. She prioritized protecting her younger sibling and took him into the woods, where they hid and hoped for a long hour for Balin to come back.  Though unfortunately, the two of them were found and it wasn’t by Balin. This resulted in an encounter where Gael lost his life. After hiding out for a long time, Rosamira did return to the house, only to find out why Balin never came back. Overcome with emotion and anger, she made a decision then and there. She swapped her clothes and left all the belongings she could for her father to find and she lit the house on fire. 

Then she made sure she was never seen again from that day and that the world thought Rosamira Elowyn had perished along with the rest of her family. She did not know quite how she’d pull it off, but she knew she would not stop until those who had paid for what they had done. She abandoned her identity and her life completely, deciding to live on the streets and in hiding from her father whom she knew would do everything to stop her. Not wanting to completely lose the name she was given, she shifted some of the final letters and went by the name of Mari from then on. 

In order to get a start on her warning, Mari used a disguise ring she stole to join the army, pretending to be older than she was. She managed to last a brief time before she was thrown out and imprisoned, somewhere she’d frequented in and out of over the years. However, being in prison gave her the chance to train hand to hand combat with an inmate who mentored her named Nienna. The two eventually broke out together and Nienna introduced her to a small rebel group in Roshmi, where she continued training with. In exchange for their guidance, Mari actively contributed to the group's movements and orchestrated strategic attacks. She had a knack and love for setting anything and everything on fire. While she occasionally engaged in mercenary work in the past, Mari predominantly sustained herself through thievery, finding solace and excitement within the bustling streets. Mari could never settle down after all. She was tough on herself and dedicated, always training and trying to be stronger so she could stop the dark elves, perhaps seeing herself as more important than she was at times.

However, it was only a few decades ago that Mari made a permanent companion of a dragonborn named Thraash after the two of them had broke out of capture together and she’s kept him around ever since as they worked well together, though Mari probably would never admit so.






Fitness Level:
✦ Highly active


Physical Strengths:
✦ She’s very agile and fast on her feet. 
✦ Despite a big mouth, Mari knows how to be as quiet and stealthy after years of stealing and having to hide
✦  Mari is flexible and not afraid to show it. 

Physical Weaknesses:
✦ Mari does not have remarkable physical strength, but it is enough to wield the lightweight weapons she needs to or throw an okay punch.
✦ She hates a long distance trek, especially running. Her endurance could be way better as she tends to enjoy her hoverboard a bit too much.
✦ She has a low pain tolerance and a very low tolerance for going without precious food.

Years of Experience:

Weapon(s):

✦ Repeating Crossbow  80 years - Mari is naturally a great shot and has a fantastic aim. She loves the feeling of the fast-paced weapon and tends to overly use it on a daily basis. She likes to tinker with it and get it upgraded when she can. If asked to dual-wield two small ones, she could, just not as well as a single large one as she usually does. She very much loves to use flaming arrows or alight them with her magic.

✦ Dual Daggers: 89 years of experience - Mari loves to get up close and personal. She likes to go in for a kill and took up the daggers ever since she had been on her own. Mari has trained hard in combining her hand-to-hand knowledge with her wielding of daggers and especially loves to sneak up on her foes.

✦ Sword  5 years of experience  Mari knows the basic of handling a sword, but she never cared for it. Too basic.

 Hand-to-Hand Combat:
✦~80 years of experience - Mari has been trained well in hand-to-hand, but it really has been her constant brawling that has perfected the skill. Mari considers fighting with her fists really fun.

Magic
✦Offensive Photokinesis:~10 years of experience
Mari received little training during her time in the army and she’s tried to find ways to learn on her own time, but she has found that simply utilizing for imbuing arrows is enough for her to get by for now.

✦Illusions: ~100 years experience  - Mari is a self-taught illusionist, utilizing the basics she was taught to further them with daily practice. She loves to go invisible or mess with the minds of others by creating false images. Mari learned this from a young age as she loved to prank her elder brother.

✦Shielding: ~1 year experience  - Mari knows vaguely how to make a shield, but never does.

Best Abilities:
Illusions


Mari's Stats


Physical Stats

Strength: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Dexterity: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Durability: ⬤⬤◯◯◯



Combat Stats


Repeating Crossbow: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Sword: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Hand-to-Hand Combat:  ⬤⬤⬤⬤◯

Dual Dagger Combat: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤



Magic Stats


Offensive Photokinesis: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Illusions: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Shields: ⬤◯◯◯◯


	Height: 5’6” Build: Lean and athletic Hair Color: Golden Blonde Hair Length Chest-length Eye Color: Blue Skin Tone: Light Distinguishing features: ✦ Various scars on back ✦ Full lips, a bit of a youthful face ✦ Sparse freckles ✦ Tattoo that says G.E. on her palm in fine, barely legible print ✦ Small tattoo of a phoenix in black ink on her wrist ✦ Tattoo that looks like an anklet around her ankle that is reminiscent of flames ✦ Tying her half back or full back in buns and ponytails ✦ Enjoys intense eyeliner and fruity lip glosses ✦ Wavy hair


Likes: ✦ Barfights ✦ As much food as you can give her, especially spicy ✦ Dancing ✦ Music ✦ Frogflies ✦ Technology ✦ Breaking the law ✦ Pissing people off ✦ Hoverboarding ✦ Competition ✦ Fire and Arson ✦ Destruction of property ✦ Thraash Fears: ✦ Not being able to stop King Zanithel’s rule ✦ Others caring about her and vice versa ✦ Going back to prison where the food sucks ✦ Losing Thraash		Dislikes: ✦ Boredom ✦ Having to take orders ✦ Her past being brought up ✦ Feeling guilt ✦ When her solar box doesn’t work! ✦ When restaurants advertise food as spicy but it’s actually not. ✦ Losing any type of game or competition ✦ Being criticized on her moral compass or… just anything at all. ✦ King Zanithel, his laws, and anyone who agrees with them. Habits/Quirks ✦ Bragging for no reason ✦ Rolling her eyes ✦ Setting things on fire ✦ Cursing ✦ Smirking at others as if she is up to absolutely no good ✦ Flirting ✦ Coping with sarcasm and humor ✦ Taking whatever she wants without considering that she should pay for it


	Occupation ✦ Being wanted dead or alive, Thief Living Immediate Family Members: ✦(Once Lord) Damalo Elowyn - Grandfather - Age 542 ✦(Once Lady) Alma Elowyn - Grandmother - Age 536 ✦ Malachi Elowyn - Father Dead Immediate Family Members: ✦ Morwen Elowyn - Aunt ✦ Caralia Elowyn - Mother ✦ Balin Elowyn - Brother ✦ Gael Elowyn - Brother Current Companions: Thraash Current Equipment: Repeating crossbow, sword, two daggers, 3 small red potions, 1 large red potion, 1 large blue potion, hoverboard, portable solar box, eye protectors, fire starter kit, channeling gloves that turn her light magic orange, makeup, perfume, a skull she wears as a mask and a disguise ring

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Sirena "Rini"✰Age unknown✰Female✰Winter fairy ☽ Dark Fariy



☽✰Appearance✰☾


☽Height☾
5’3

☽Build☾
Slim and frail

☽Hair Color☾
White like snow

☽Hair Length☾
Extra long, goes down to the bottom of her back

☽Eye Color☾
Ice blue

☽Skin Tone☾
Pale

☽Distinguishing features☾
Her white hair and blue eyes were a mutation from the torture she received. She originally had dark black hair and vibrant hazel eyes. A lightly faded scar goes across her left eye


☽✰Psychology✰☾

☽Likes☾
☽Bugs☾
☽Warmth/sun/heat☾
☽Nature☾
☽Big open spaces☾

☽Fears☾
☽Water/Swimming/Submerging in liquids☾
☽Cold/Winter☾
☽Nighttime/darkness☾

☽Habits/Quirks☾
☽Talks to ghosts☾
☽Can see spirits/ghosts☾
☽Tends to daydream a lot☾
☽Can turn useless junk into useful items☾
☽Refuses to wear shoes☾

Sexuality:
☽Straight☾

☽Personality☾
☽Due to her traumatic past and the haunting presence of ghosts, Sirena's treatment of people around her is marked by a deep-seated fear and apprehension. The torment she endured as a child has left her emotionally scarred, making it difficult for her to trust others and form meaningful connections. Sirena's interactions with people are often guarded and distant, as she struggles with the constant fear of being hurt or betrayed. The darkness, a reminder of her past horrors, intensifies her anxiety, causing her to withdraw further. Despite her fear, there remains a flicker of empathy within Sirena's heart, as she recognizes the pain and suffering in others, mirroring her own torment. However, the ghosts that accompany her serve as a constant reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows, reinforcing her hesitance to fully embrace those around her.

Her encounters with people often trigger a heightened sense of fear and unease, causing her to instinctively withdraw and remain guarded. In situations where she feels threatened or unsafe, Sirena's natural survival instincts kick in, allowing her to become adept at tracking individuals and blending into her surroundings, effectively hiding in plain sight. While she is not inherently a fighter, her experiences have taught her to be resourceful and to defend herself when necessary. On rare occasions, she may reluctantly wield a dagger, relying on her agility and quick thinking to protect herself. Nevertheless, her aversion to violence remains, as she understands the pain it inflicts all too well. Sirena's reactions are often driven by a desire to evade danger and find solace in solitude.

Sirena's mind is a complex labyrinth of shattered memories, lingering trauma, and the constant presence of spectral whispers. Her thoughts are often clouded by the haunting echoes of her past, causing her to experience bouts of anxiety, paranoia, and a perpetual sense of unease. Her interactions with the living world are tinged with apprehension, as she carries the weight of her past torment, making it challenging for her to trust or form deep connections. Sirena's thinking is marked by a heightened awareness of her surroundings, always on guard for potential threats. While her mind may be plagued by darkness, there exists a glimmer of resilience and a flicker of empathy, reminding her of her own vulnerability and the pain she endured. Sirena's thoughts often oscillate between a longing for a sense of purpose and family and a constant battle against the haunting demons that reside within her own psyche.☾


☽✰Background✰☾

☽Occupation☾
Sirena scours the darkest and most forgotten corners of the world, unearthing hidden treasures and peculiar objects. Sirena's unique abilities and resourcefulness allow her to transform seemingly worthless items into useful tools or curiosities, catering to the desires of those who seek them. Despite her own inner turmoil, Sirena's expertise in procuring and repurposing these rare finds grants her a simple living.

☽Living Immediate Family Members☾
Unknown

☽Dead Immediate Family Members☾
Unknown

☽Current Companions☾
none

☽Current and Past Lover(s)☾
None


☽Current Equipment☾
☽A handmade bow and arrows inside a quiver
☽A small dagger. 
☽Dimensional Bag - This Magical bag has an interior space considerably larger than its outside dimensions, roughly 2 feet in diameter at the mouth and 4 feet deep. The bag can hold up to 500 pounds, not exceeding a volume of 64 cubic feet. The bag weighs 15 pounds, regardless of its contents.
☽A satchel of herbs
☽A satchel of little rocks/metal scraps/twine

☽History☾
☽Sirena was once a winter fairy who was vibrant, energetic, and full of life. She loved magic and was eager to grow up into a beautiful fairy. She had loving parents and a warm home, she was safe and protected. 

However, Sirena was snatched when she was a child by the minions of Zalthraxis. While in Zalthraxis's clutches, Sirena became a victim of relentless torture. His minions subjected her to unspeakable horrors, their sadistic actions leaving indelible scars upon her body, mind, and soul. The pain and suffering were so intense that her once vibrant hair turned stark white, and her once expressive eyes transformed into an icy blue hue, mirroring the coldness that had been forced upon her.

As the torment wore on, Sirena's fragile mind crumbled under the weight of her anguish. The incessant abuse caused her to spiral into a state of madness, disconnecting her from reality. 

In her fractured state, she found herself able to see and communicate with the tormented spirits that were trapped between worlds. Ghostly apparitions and anguished souls became a constant presence, their haunting whispers and sorrowful cries forever echoing in her ears.
Yet, Sirena's life was a tragic symphony of sorrow. The ghosts that plagued her every step, their presence an inescapable reminder of her tortured past, continued to haunt her relentlessly. They whispered tales of lost loves, broken dreams, and unfulfilled desires, their spectral presence serving as a constant torment, driving her further into the depths of her own madness.

Life after the torture Sirena was left broken and lost, forced to navigate a world that felt alien and cruel. The scars of her past torments left her incapable of trusting others, and she found solace in the shadows, living on the streets and scraping by in the most meager of ways.

In her desperate struggle to survive, Sirena discovered an unlikely talent for scavenging and unearthing forgotten treasures from the darkest corners of the world. She ventured into abandoned ruins, cursed forests, and desolate catacombs, scouring these forsaken places in search of trinkets and artifacts. She became a wandering merchant, selling these eerie finds to those who dared seek her out, often attracting those who were drawn to the mysteries of the occult.☾

☽Combat and Magic Stat☾


☽Fitness Level☾
☽Weak

☽Quick on her feet

☽Can contort her body


☽Weaknesses☾
☽Darkness

☽Winter/Frost Magic

☽Physical combat

☽Best Abilities☾
Necrosis, however, is afraid of her own magic. She has strong abilities to perform Necrosis because of the sheer amount of torture she endured. So although the magic is strong, out of fear she doesn't use it unless she felt there was no choice or a situational reason happened.

☽Physical Stats☾

☽Strength: ⬤◯◯◯◯
☽Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯
☽Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
☽Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤◯◯
☽Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯
☽Combat Stats☾

☽Hand-to-hand Combat:⬤⬤◯◯◯
☽Magic Stats☾

☽Zoolingualism:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
☽Necrosis: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
☽Erebokinesis ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
☽Cryokinesis:⬤⬤◯◯◯

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Eros Amaris ⋆ 76 ⋆ Male ⋆ Monkey Demihuman

Appearance

Height:
5'11

Build:
Athletic, lean muscle tone

Hair Color:
Blonde

Hair Length
Medium-short

Eye Color:
Amber

Skin Tone:
Slightly tanned

Distinguishing features:
The coloration of his eyes can change with his mood and when he is channeling his mana. His hairs become bristled when frightened, shocked, or angered. Opposable toes.

Psychology

Likes: 
⋆ All manner of fruit. He enjoys them so much that it's rare to find one he hasn't tried
⋆ The sound of nature. 
⋆ Being crafty even when it comes to simple machinations.
⋆ Climbing things "for a better view"
⋆ To get his hands on things he finds peculiar or interesting. Simply looking is never enough 
⋆ Combat

Dislikes: 
⋆ Too much order. He hates having too many rules placed upon him
⋆ King Zanithel's Conquest
⋆ Bustling cities
⋆ Singular methods 
⋆ The monks of North Pass

Fears:
⋆ Taking on his responsibilities with the North Pass monks.
⋆ Not finding a new purpose in life

Habits/Quirks
⋆ Talks in his sleep
⋆ Almost always cheers when having success
⋆ Uses rhymes to remember certain details

Sexuality:
Hetero

Personality:
⋆ Eros is more so introverted, preferring the company of himself and at most, a small group. He'd rather be amongst critters and animals than crowds of people. However, people have the propensity to grow on him after some time of him getting used to them.

⋆ Eros is quite selfish when it comes to his belongings but is willing to help others if they are in need. They just can't use or take his things. He would rather give someone something of their own, even if it takes more time and effort.

⋆ Eros treats people based on how he perceives them. If he feels or thinks someone is polite and innocent, then he'll treat them nicely. On the other hand, he finds it quite easy to be mean to someone he thinks deserves his ire. He often has prejudice towards certain races that feed into this such as light elves being regal yet snooty and orcs being simple-minded brutes.

⋆ Eros will touch anything he's never touched before as long as he believes it won't do him serious harm. He often gives firm pokes to people to grab their attention rather than calling their name to address them. At the same time he also doesn't mind others touching him but even he has his limits.

⋆ Eros' trust is usually predetermined by his prejudices. If you dress like a rogue, he likely assumes you'll steal from him. If you're a friendly-looking fairy, he likely believes you're a nice non-combative hippie. One must prove his prejudices and stereotypes wrong as an individual to get him to consider thinking otherwise.

⋆ Eros is difficult to anger but once he pops his lid, it's a sight one won't forget since he will throw a full-on tantrum.

⋆ Eros is frighteningly patient, having the ability to wait a problem out if it takes hours or up to an entire day. His stubborn nature plays very well into this.

⋆ He's far from cowardly and will show courage in the face of adversity. This can make him reckless as it can take a bit of convincing for him to identify that he needs to pack up and run.

⋆ He gets nervous for others more than himself. He's aware of his strengths and weaknesses. With others, he can sometimes doubt their capabilities if he hasn't seen them with his own eyes.

⋆ He's quite fast at reacting to situations. Does he always make the right decisions in those moments is a better question.

⋆ Eros is crafty but is not a genius. He feels before he thinks and can be wrong about people's natures. He also doesn't make very thought out plans, with most having vague steps or instructions.

⋆ He isn't one to scheme but he does have the propensity to make others around him feel safer. He builds trust through deeds rather than words.

⋆ Upon first impression, one might assume Eros doesn't have a funny bone in his body, but he loves hearing jokes from others and finds it hard to hold a laugh in. His own jokes however, are quite poor.

⋆ Eros doesn't often share information concerning his time living amongst the monks in North Pass. He seems to hold ill feelings toward them yet he continues to practice some of their teachings daily.

Background

Occupation
Fisherman, Hermit

Living Immediate Family Members:
Nier Amaris (Father)
Reia Amaris (Mother)

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Yanmar Amaris (Grandfather)

Current Companions:
Beebee the frogfly

Current Equipment: Backpack, fishing net, fishing pole, 3 medium red potions, 3 small blue potions, 1 green potion, fire starting kit, poncho, rope, frogfly named “Beebee,” cooking pot, hygiene pouch, water purifier, wooden spear, hand crafted bow and arrows, knife.

History: Eros was born in the beautiful cold island of North Pass to two agents of Blizzard. Blizzard was the policing force for the island with close ties to the well-respected monks who reside in the mountains overseeing the goings of the island settlement. Eros' parents and grandparents happened to be affiliated with both, understanding the duty of protecting North Pass and ensuring peace remained for its people.

He grew up knowing that one day he would follow in his family's footsteps and like them, be the bridge between the North Pass monks and Blizzard. The young Eros was proud of his heritage and took on the humble teachings of the monks. He had his shortfalls, being quite wild with his temper but was taught the value of patience. 

Eros was in his mid twenties when he was told the tale of his late grandfather. His grandfather whom he had been handpicked to provide support to the Roshmi Kingdom when the Malthemoor army made landfall. It was unfortunate that he did not return from the conflict but was revered hero amongst the settlers of North Pass. The revelation meant to imbue pride in the young Eros only filled the young man's heart with despondence. He had many questions for the monks and Blizzard as they seemed to have simply bent the knee to King Zanithel but he was instructed by his father to pursue peace in the face of mercy. He was warned that vengeance poisoned one's spirit. So for many years, he remained bitterly silent but as he grew into maturity, Eros found that his strong opinions occasionally flung from his tongue toward his superiors. He couldn't ignore the fact that Roshmi and its lesser territories had given up so easily. How his father could seemingly forget what his grandfather was sent forth to fight for.

It was during the Riverbloom rebellion when Eros found himself unable to hold his tongue any longer again. Patience had reached its limit. He thought the monks and Blizzard could be doing something to make a difference. That they could rebel themselves or place their support to a group that would. His words fell on deaf ears. His thoughts and ideas viewed as paths toward unnecessary violence. A call to war that no one else desired. Again, Eros' bitterness grew. No longer did he wish to be like those who settled for inaction. If he was to do nothing, then he couldn't see himself holding a title that was meant to foster wisdom and protection of others. It was about a decade ago when he left North Pass, unwilling to face his father and the monks in his decision. 

Purchasing a small fishing boat, Eros traveled as far as it would take him, and that happened to be Roshmi of all places. He had initially planned to reside there but found the city unpleasant. There were far too many people and so much of the city reminded him of how the citizens of what was once a kingdom were the first to surrender in the great war. So he decided to place himself in the wilds north of the massive city, where he could live out the next ten years as a foraging hermit. There were no dark elves, no rules, and no contadictuon to his way of living. 

Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:
⋆ Very active since he lives in the wilderness while loosely practicing his martial arts.
⋆ Received formal combat training from the North Pass monks and his parents.

What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ Raw strength 
⋆ Acrobatics
⋆ Athleticism

What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Weak swimmer
⋆ Mana use puts strain to his body
⋆ Requires lots of food.

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆  Staff - 50 years (but no formal training in the last decade)
⋆ Sword - 45 years (but no formal training in the last decade)
⋆ Bow 65 years of experience

Hand-to-Hand Combat: 50 years of experience. A decade out of practice.

]Magical Abilities: 

Species of Demi-Human
Monkey

Abilities from Beast Side:
Keen senses, quick reflexes, flexibility, enhanced physical condition, masterful dexterity, and Mana Channeling

Besides the abilities granted by his demihuman heritage, Eros possesses the uncanny ability to willfully channel mana and draw it out in a raw tangible form. He can use the mana channeling to multiply his combat prowess twofold, infuse mana into his strikes, and even heal minor wounds. His mana reserves are quite low, requiring him to drink a blue potion to jumpstart this ability. After using this ability, Eros experiences fatigue and needs to get adequate rest before he can use it again. He can push himself into using this ability twice in a row but it will result in him losing consciousness altogether. With more training, he may be able to condition himself to the strain, project his mana at a higher output, increase his own mana reserves, and even disrupt the mana flow of others with well-placed strikes. 

Eros is currently out of practice with using this ability, only leaning on it as a last result. When using this ability, Ero's fur shimmers and his eyes become silver in color.

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Vasco DeLuca ✠ 23 ✠ Male ✠ Human
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Appearance

Height:
174cm/5’9”

Build:
Fit

Hair Color:
Light Brown

Hair Length
Medium

Eye Color:
Hazel

Skin Tone:
Light

Distinguishing features:
Various scars here and there; partially missing ear
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Psychology

Likes:
✠ Thrill of risk-taking
✠ Teasing others
✠ Music (especially jazz, charleston, swing, and ragtime)

Dislikes:
✠ Being bored or still for too long
✠ Asking for help
✠ Strict rules

Fears:
✠ Emotional attachment
✠ Complete silence
✠ Losing his edge

Habits/Quirks
✠ Speaks with hands a lot
✠ Teases or flirts with almost anyone
✠ Whistles or hums to himself

Sexuality:
Closeted Bisexual

Personality:
Vasco is always looking out for number one. He ain’t afraid to get his hands dirty if it means coming out on top. The streets made him hard and cynical - keeps most everyone at arm’s length. But man, he sure loves to live it up - Vasco’s always looking for the next thrill or the next good time. Morals? Pshh, please, Vasco plays by his own rules. He flies off the handle quick as a jackrabbit and forgets just as fast. Plenty confident, maybe too much for his own good, but that’s Vasco DeLuca for you.
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Background

Occupation
Mobster Underling

Living Immediate Family Members:
Unknown (Orphan)

Dead Immediate Family Members:
Unknown (Orphan)

Current Companions:
Aurora; Rowan; Barrock

Current and Past Lover(s):
Doesn’t remember all their names

Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
Unless you count the weights tied to him, literally brought nothing to Avalia but himself in his birthday suit.

History:
Let’s talk about Vasco DeLuca, yeah? He never knew his parents – dumped at some church doorstep. Typical sob story, but Vasco didn’t stick around crying about it. Nah, he bolted from that orphanage faster than a cat on a hot tin roof and took to the streets like a fish to water. This was during Prohibition, mind you, when the whole city was a speakeasy in disguise and the streets were as mean as they come. But Vasco, see, he was street-smart. Started with small-time swindles and thievery, to get by. Eventually, he joined up with the local toughs and, boy, did he find his calling. Before he knew it, he was making a name for himself with a pistol in hand and not a lick of fear in his heart.

Then came the big leagues: the mafia. They saw something in him, something useful. Promised him the world, and for a while, he got it. The life was sweet – money, dames, excitement, you name it. Vasco lived it up, thinking he was untouchable. That’s where things got dicey.

Vasco got too big for his britches. Pinched cash and goods right under the boss’s nose, started some side hustles. And like that wasn’t stupid enough, he bedded his boss’s daughter. Both of them. And his lady. Talk about playing with fire!

Of course, it all caught up with him. The family couldn’t let all that slide; made an example out of him. Stripped, weighed down, and given a one-way ticket to Davy Jones’ locker. Vasco DeLuca, the cautionary tale of what happens when you fly too high, too fast.

Now, there’s no denying that all that was true. Vasco got a big head, was dallying with the boss’s daughters and the missus, and yeah, he skimmed a pretty penny off the top. But the story left out bits. Like his romp with the boss’s nephew. Or how he found out he was going to be a daddy. Or that Vasco had Ménière’s disease; one ear was already kaput, and the other wasn’t far behind. The dizziness and headaches were getting worse and more frequent.

The writing was on the wall; his days of being the cat’s pajamas were numbered. Vasco had been angling for an exit, pocketing whatever he could on his way out. Just never imagined his exit would be as fish food.
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Combat and Magic Stat Creation

Fitness Level:
✠ Athletic (trained often if not daily)

Physical Strengths:
✠ Eagle eye
✠ Quick reflexes
✠ High pain tolerance

Physical Weaknesses:
✠ Alcohol & Drug Addict 
✠ Ménière's Disease:
✠ Completely deaf in one ear
✠ Unpredictable episodes of vertigo and hearing problems
✠ Increasingly frequent headaches and tinnitus

Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
✠ Knives for 13 years

✠ Knuckle dusters for 7 years

✠ Firearms for around 10 years

 Hand-to-Hand Combat:
✠ Street fighting for 13 years
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Magical Abilities:
Ability on Avalia:
Hydrokinesis

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