Alright, two CS's, one is pretty far out there but perfectly legal I think. And the other is pretty straightforward.
[b]Name:[/b]
Kent Jonson
[b]Age:[/b]
Teens
[b]Biography:[/b]
Found in the crater of a fallen meteor by grateful people who would become his parents, he spent his years on the farm toiling away but growing exponentially. Nearly twice as big as his age would suggest, he's a boy in a teenagers body but with the strength of a full grown man. He lived a quiet life as best he could until the darkspawn attacked.

It was barely a raiding party if five darkspawn, But to two elderly farmers and a man-boy it might as well been the whole horde. His father fell in the fight and something snapped inside the boy, his strength increased a hundred fold for just a moment in a heroic offense where he threw the darkspawn on him like a toy to fly into the others bowling them over into a heap which turned tail to run. They saved the farm, but the damage was done.

With the death of his father, they chose to sell the farm and move his mother to town where the sale of their home could supplement her work to keep a roof over her head while he traveled to figure out just what the maker has in mind for him.

[b]Race:[/b]
Human(?)
Replaces Strength for Mana for purposes of casting spells
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[img=http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n60/demetriknighthawk/197.png]
[b]Class:[/b]
Mage
[b]specialization:[/b]
Arcane warrior
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[b]Name:[/b] 
Lance Longstrike
[b]Age:[/b]
30's
[b]Biography:[/b]
A fighter like his mother before him, his father was some tumble in a tavern and his mother raised him to carry his own from an early age. He spent decades riding along in caravans his mother protected, sharing her portion of food and watching her fight off raiders until he was old enough to hold a crossbow of his own to protect the caravans. from there he began to earn his keep and pull in some more pay to share with his mother. Sadly the life of a caravan guard tends to have only two ends, retirement or death. His mother took an axe to the hip and lost her right leg, so now she was the crossbowman while he walked until she felt too old for the road and retired to apprentice under a weapons-maker to lend her experience to their work.

Now he works as a caravan keeper, keeping everyone three arms length from whatever he is protecting, taking money and stabbing faces.

[b]Race:[/b]
Human
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[img=http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n60/demetriknighthawk/Final-Fantasy-Vii-Crisis-Core-Concept-Artwork-Cloud-SOLDIER-uniform_zpscc9fada2.jpg]
[img=http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111203110750/assassinscreed/images/5/58/Shahkulu_render.png]
[b]Class:[/b]
Warrior
[b]specialization:[/b]
Two handed