[CHAR] Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

[VitaVitaAR]

Characters:

• Myrielle Sable
• Vira Anthello
• Sophie Velmet
• Leynanniel
• Kyoshiro

[Raineh Daze]

• Name: Doctor Myrielle Sable (Former Professor of Necromancy)
• Age: 51
• Gender: Female
• Race: Drider (Wolf Spider)
• Rank: The Fool (6 of Wands)
• Appearance: "You need a book from up here?" Still youthful enough she regularly got mistaken for a student.
• Personality: It's safe to say that Myrielle is a bit hard to get along with, possessing a confidence in her abilities that borders on arrogance, and a certain lack of regard for the skills of fighters--mainly from the viewpoint of assuming that it's something that could be artificially reproduced. She acts like a properly-brought up scholar and tries to be polite... but spend too much time with her and she'll invariably end up being quite short with you, especially if you do something she would regard as stupid.
  Oh, and she gets extremely annoyed with anyone that brings up why she's not continuing to be a professor even though she likes the position so much. The best outcome to expect is being firmly told that all the rumours are a lie, she wasn't doing anything improper, and she's never done anything like that in her life.
• Brief Backstory: Myrielle's main claim to fame as an adventurer is that her grandmother was one of the guild's founding members--and is still hanging around in an administrative role, though even old mages need to stop rushing into dungeons at one time or another. Her mother, too, was an adventurer, if not as successful a one--and settled down in Ithillin after never really living up to her expected rank. Myrielle therefore grew up in that country, learning, and proving to be more talented than her mother was, going beyond simply learning the basics of magic into a wide study at the Mage Academy, and eventually gaining a teaching and research post.
  Of course when a drider in a high position regarding necromancy gets into a scandal involving students--one that high society finds quite interesting--then, regardless of whether the accusations are right or wrong, it becomes extremely awkward to hang around. Now, being a highly gifted magic user, the scandal will inevitably be forgotten about before she begins to show much sign of ageing... but Myrielle decided that maybe now was the time to go take up her grandmother's old, old offer to join the Guild.
  Seeing as she's closely related to the founders, Myrielle was granted the otherwise-unused title amongst the Arcana as a sign of prestige and as a warning to not be a disappointment. She doesn't mind too much, as using her effective rank for even a week got quite... annoying due to people dismissing her knowledge or abilities.
• Equipment: Well, she has her clothes, and a wide supply of "light reading", but in terms of adventure-worthy equipment... technically she could bring along surgical tools, but who needs that when you have a proper healer to hand? Plus a lot of normal adventurer equipment Myrielle views as plain unnecessary. Climbing equipment? She's a drider. Labour tools? Just use magic. A weapon? Her upper body strength is nothing important...
• Skills: In one regard, it would be fair to call Myrielle the most advanced magic user currently working with the Guild--her breadth of magical knowledge is astonishingly vast, partly as a prerequisite of making sure that new learners are up to spec and partly because she just finds it interesting. If you need some sort of powerful spell, she'll be able to cover you: eventually. And there's her biggest flaw as an adventurer: Myrielle has primarily spent her life as an academic, where the need for quickly casting spells has often been limited and it's been better to go with something highly specific but doing exactly what you want than adapting something more general but less efficient on the fly. That doesn't mean that she can't do spells quickly--they just rarely give a full accounting of her abilities.
  The disciplines where she could pull out appropriate magical feats really don't help. Most of her specialised knowledge is either blatantly illegal to use or just hilariously useless in an adventuring context. So, raising an army of undead labourers? Not acceptable. Advanced magic to investigate magical flows and the soul to try and work out what makes a sentient undead sentient and try to understand and recreate that to endow magical constructs with true life and intelligence? Also hopeless. The ability to make effective constructs would actually be useful for adventuring, but she doesn't have the resources or materials to actually put it into practise--nor the best idea of how to make one for combat rather than social or labour purposes.

[TheFake]

Explosion Happy Alchemist

Name: Vira Anthello
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Rank: 3 of Coins
Appearance:


Personality:

"While potentially brilliant she is easily distracted and is possessed of an appalling disregard for personal and public safety. Her disturbing interest in such destructive subjects makes her an alarmingly dangerous liability that the school no longer wishes to be responsible for."

Alchemist College Faculty, upon her dismissal from the school

Vira possesses a manic and impulsive personality, prone to rash decisions and changing her mind. This trait enabled her to make often astounding leaps of logic but she would fail to stay in any discipline of study to make great use of them. The single greatest exemption to this was any topic with potentially destructive ends.

As far of relationships are concerned she can be empathetic, caring deeply about the thoughts and feelings of others. She doesn't often think about the more physical effects of her actions, potentially thoughtlessly destroying property.

Brief Backstory:
Vira Anthello grew up as the eldest daughter of a mildly well off family. To pursue her passions she took out a loan to attend the Alchemists school, successfully completing two years of study before impulsive nature resulted in her being expelled from the school.

Now in debt without any official credentials in her chosen field of study, Vira has no choice but to undertake a less academic profession. Becoming an adventurer appeared to be the perfect compromise between pursuing her passion for destruction and employing her craft.

Equipment:
Vira carries a variety of chemicals to be deployed in different forms, from volatile explosive compounds in clay spheres to glass vials of acids and poisons. Many of her creations are bespoke for specific situations and several more general concoctions.

Skills:
Chemistry, specialized towards various reactive and destructive compounds. She has studied both organic and inorganic chemistry and can also create compounds that interact with living things.

Vira has a spectacular memory, never having to take notes and being able remember a procedure or formula after using it only once.

[VitaVitaAR]

• Name: Sophie Velmet
• Age: 18
• Gender: Female
• Race: Human
• Rank: Five of Swords
• Appearance: Sophie has pale skin, purple eyes, and pale purple hair. She is exceptionally short.
• Personality: Sophie is a highly competitive girl who is determined to be one of the best adventurers in the guild. Her aggressive personality makes this fact quite evident, and she is extremely driven to take any jobs she possibly can. She has a habit of viewing other adventurers(outside of anyone in her party, at least) as direct competition for her pursuit of the title of title of Top Sword in the Guild. She is quite prideful, bordering on arrogant, but she isn't without a more playful side as well. Sophie is fond of games(but is also extremely competitive in them, determined to win no matter what) and does seem to view exploration and adventure as something fun. But at the same time, she takes fighting very seriously, her competitive and aggressive nature pushing her forward in incredibly dangerous situations. While Sophie is quite prideful, she still values hard work and dedication, believing it is the exact path towards the goal she desires. She can be somewhat dismissive and sarcastic towards, others, especially if they are being stupid, but in spite of her aggressive and goal-driven attitude she does care about helping innocent people and protecting her allies. Sophie hates being treated as younger then she actually is, which is troublesome when she's so short and youthful. She also has a jealous streak, especially when it comes to anyone who is more mature looking then she is.
• Brief Backstory: Sophie was born into the Velmet family, a minor noble family living in Venne. When she was little, she became fascinated with the stories of adventurers, and already aspired to be like them even before a major event changed her life. When she was only eight years old, she was suddenly taken by raiding band of goblins while visiting a relative's estate far outside of the city. But before they could take her back to their hole, the goblins were slain by a team of adventurers. This sealed it, not only did Sophie wish to become an adventurer, she wanted to become one of the best. Now that she's older, she's embarrassed about the childish approach she once had... but she's become incredibly competitive, using her wealth to purchase high-quality gear and gain training that would allow her to function as a fighter fit to join the guild. Sophie has no intention of giving up on her dream of becoming one of the top Swords in the guild.
• Equipment: Sophie wields an expensive, well-balanced double-headed greataxe. Forged of dwarven alloy, it is quite light in spite of its size, but very sharp. However, it is almost entirely mundane beyond these features. Sophie wears set of relatively light armor, mostly focused on protecting her torso and hands while allowing for swift movement. Finally, she carries with her a set of one-use enchant items. By breaking them, she can apply a very brief, relatively weak enhancement charm to herself. They resemble cylindrical rods, easily broken with her bare hands. The enhancements they apply include Windsprinter, which greatly enhances Sophie's speed, Greater Impact, which allows Sophie to strike much harder then she otherwise would be able to, and Enhance Armor, which lets her enhance her armor for a single blow. These charms are no-where near as strong as a spell applied by a mage, but they can be used on the fly, very quickly. Of course, she has to buy replacements whenever she uses one. Sophie also has a dagger, a relatively mundane, if well-crafted, last resort in case she is unable to use her axe.
• Skills: Sophie is a remarkably skilled fighter, mostly when it comes to utilizing her axe. Her fighting style utilizes her own small size and the swings of the axe to move herself across the battlefield, allowing her to attack with the full weight of her body. She has some rudimentary first aid skills, not sufficient for a healer of any sort, however, and has a decent knowledge of Estival's flora and fauna. She cannot be called an expert, and magical knowledge largely escapes her, but she is decent enough.

[KoL]

• Name: Leynanniel "Leyna"
• Age: Young; for an elf
• Gender: Female
• Race: Wood Elf
• Height: 151 cm
• Weight: 41 kg
• Rank: 6 of Coins
• Appearance:

Leyna is pretty much exactly what most people picture when they think of her race: small, lithe, and beautiful in a nigh otherworldly way. Despite being around a head smaller than your average human, her exotic features more than make up for it. The long, pointy ears characteristic of the elvenkind, complimented by emerald-colored eyes and greenish hair reaching down to her waist, make it sure that Leyna is a hard to miss sight within human lands, both for good and ill.

When it comes to clothing, Leyna is conservative and utilitarian, wearing only as much as she needs for any given situation, mostly leather and fabric outfits dyed in drab, earthy colors like green and brown so that she can blend better with all sorts of natural environments.

• Personality:

When it comes to personality, Leyna is a positive person. She does have the pride that comes with being one of the Feykind, as is expected of most elves, but she doesn't let it go over her head as some of her most isolationist peers. She can both take and dish out a joke or two, and her curious side has a thirst for exploration and adventure, to know new places, people and stories. She also has a soft spot for children and sweet foods, which kinda balance the fact that her Elven constitution makes it hard for her to take any form of alcohol and her utter disgust of all sorts of creepy crawlies.

• Brief Backstory:

Leyna was born in an Elven settlement in the ancient forests entrenched deeply within the valleys Northern Velt's mountain ranges, in an area known to the humans by the ominous name of Sea of Trees. Naturally, thanks to the location of their settlement, the wood elves that inhabit this forest have been at odds with the dwarves of Draz'khzidra since long before the precursors of the current human kingdoms settled around them. Over the time, the conflict boiled down to a sort of unease rivalry, instead of open hatred, after both elves and dwarves were forced to unite to fight common threats time and time again.

Leyna came to the world long after these conflicts of the past, thus she doesn't hold the same sort of deep seethed hatred against the other race, or pretty much anyone other than the natural aberrations like orcs, goblinoids and the rest of their kind. Instead, the very reason why she left her forest home and familial life was to see how the world outside of the trees was like. Such curiosity is common among the younger generations of elves that never had to fight in a true war, but few act on it which is something that Leyna always found such a waste.

When she finally felt confident in her own skills both with bow and spells, Leyna picked up the few items that she would need for her trip, said goodbye to her family and the forest that was the only home she knew until then, and set her feet on the road towards the human kingdoms along with a band of traveling merchants that did business with her people in some very rare occasions.

And thus began Leyna's life as an adventurer.

• Equipment:

While her usual outfits are all of high-quality Elven origin, her Elven Cloak and Boots deserve special mention. As long as its wearer is an ally of the elvenkind, not only it protects them against the harsh elements, it also acts as camouflage, seemingly shifting colors to match the lighting and ambient around, making the wearer far harder to spot. Similarly, as long as they are worn by an ally of the elves, the boots make it able to walk steadily in anything other than the most treacherous surfaces, while making their wearer's steps as silent as those of a cat on the prowl.

Other than this, the only item worthy of note belonging to Leyna is her Elven bow, made of sacred wood taken from deep within the ancient forests inhabited by her kind. Despite its slim appearance, it's sturdy enough to be used as a quarterstaff without any risk of breaking, even when parrying a direct strike from a bladed weapon. The bow's draw is far heavier than anything inferior woods are able to endure, but as long as it's used by an ally of the elvenkind, its enchantments allow it to be drawn effortlessly.

Leyna also carries a typical assortment of adventuring equipment (rope, daggers, rations, etc), all of high-quality Elven manufacture.

• Skills:

→ Combat Training: Leyna is skilled with her people's characteristic weapons as well as unarmed combat, employing both her speed and size opponents whenever possible.
→ Elven Woodsmanship: It's needless to say that Leyna is an expert huntress with a knowledge of the woods and its inhabitants that no one but her own kind can ever hope to match. She can employ her skills in other environments to a certain degree of success, however, the more apart the environment is from what she's used to, the hardest it'll be for her knowledge to work.
→ Thievery: Over the course of her travels with that merchant band as well as the years spent in human settlements, Leyna picked up a number of skills that wouldn't be out of place in a thief's repertoire. From daring acrobatic stunts to picking pockets, spotting and disabling traps as well as pretty much everything in between, Leyna can do it all to varying degrees of skill.
→ Spellcraft: While Leyna is nowhere as proficient with magic as a dedicated druid or wizard of her people, she's still capable of employing a number of spells most of which is dedicated to improving her capabilities and skills, along with some minor healing and supportive uses, as well as nature magic.
→ Geography Knowledge and Navigation: Thanks to her travels, Leyna knows a lot about geography and navigation. She can stop landmarks, read the constellations and the winds as well as use maps and other guidance instruments with spot-on precision most of the time. As long as she's not roped into oceanic travel or trips to lands literally on the other side of the world, Leyna's pretty capable of finding her way in and out of almost anywhere.
→ Chronicling: The true reason why Leyna left her homeland was to explore the world, for this reason, she picked up the habit of chronicling everything in her journals, including maps of places she went, pictures or samples of all kinds of plants small animals, or anything else she would find curious. She has a room full of all kinds of mementos and diaries both at home (where she returns every so often to) and in the inn she's used to staying.
→ Adaptive: As is evident by her long list of talents, Leyna is a dilettante almost incapable of committing to anything other than her pursuit of adventure and excitement on a daily basis. Her ability to learn new tricks and trades is second to no human's and the fact that she has literally all time in the world to perfect her skills, despite not even trying so hard to do anything makes Leyna a top-notch adventurer. The only reason she doesn't climb even higher on the Guild's ranks is that the mid-level jobs is where the whole fun is; neither the prospect of shooting rats or snipping dragons appeals too much to Leyna's adventurous spirit.

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[Sho Minazuki]

Kyoshiro the Autumn Blade

Name: Kyoshiro Sakazaki
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Rank: 6 of Swords
Appearance:
Personality: A man with a sort of air of mystery around him, which really makes sense since he doesn't talk about his past to others much at all, on top of that he really doesn't look like he's from around here, but he most certainly is a human. Yet he wields and wears things that seem entirely different to what they know and use. Kyoshiro himself though is well-spoken, possessing a keen perception for small details, and is the type who speaks only when necessary, making him naturally quiet, but observant as well. Sometimes it seems he isn't observing at all, but it's likely he has simply lost interest, or fallen asleep. Though it's not as if he isn't the sort who can make conversation, he just rarely starts it himself. It is known that his lips loosen when he is drinking, but not enough it seems for him to share details about his past, or private life either.

He has a disdain for people with no convictions, by that, he means people who sway to others' will without their own reasons, even should those convictions come into conflict with his own, or his duties, loyalties and so on, he will not hate those who stand for their beliefs, but he will do what is necessary. Among this he also likes to test his blade against skilled warriors, which is what he did for awhile until it caused him too much trouble. Now he simply seeks jobs from the guild that have some kind of chance to pit him against another swordsman, that is if he isn't already on a job to earn money to make ends meet.

Brief Backstory: A warrior from a far-away land, he arrived years ago and appeared to be heavily injured when he did. When asked about his circumstances he chooses not to share them. Upon arrival he was nursed back to health in a small fishing village some ways off by a young woman, to whom he still visits once in awhile to this day, and even sends a portion of his earnings, as he owes his life to her. It was clear on arrival he was not of this land, in truth he was running from his land after a power struggle had broken out, and those who supported the old regime were hunted. For his first year he feared that he may have pursuers, but alas they never came to be. He escaped to sea after no other recourse was left to him, but the reluctance to leave his homeland gave time for assailants to injure him as he fought off pursuers, leading to his condition. He thought he would die at sea, only to shipwreck at the aforementioned village.

In gratitude he worked at the village for a time, before he began his life as a drifter, going from place to place. In his homeland he was a wandering warrior, often pitting his skill against others, and so he quickly gained some small fame with roadside duels, though he never killed his opponents, he did manage to gain enmity from some of his defeated opponents and their friends, and it sometimes ended up with messy situations. Yet even in all this he was honorable.

Soon he caught wind of the unique occupation of an adventurer, something unknown to his land, and soon he too became one himself, and sees this as his new way of life in this land, leaving behind his old one. Even with how well things are going though, he cannot but help that his past may catch up with him eventually. In the line of duty and honor and servitude, he has killed and fought many, and a good number are not liable to forget.

His homeland is Akitsushima, a land that few in Estival are familiar with, though he has been recognized on rare occasion. He served a lord that defied the establishment in the land and paid dearly for it, but even with that, he himself was known to be quite the warrior, and in such a land, battles to the death were common enough. He would prefer not to talk of his homeland however.

His adventure back home

Kyoshiro was a retainer for an affluent lord. Good natured and bold, ultimately would be his own end after defying a corrupt and more powerful lord. It resulted in small violent disputes in their province with Kyoshiro defending his lord's honor even after his death at the hands of assassins, soon he would retreat and live as a ronin. Kyoshiro himself was a skilled swordsman and thus made a name by accident, repelling governmemt officials and very skilled bounty hunters until one in particular, former fellow student of the same style, former retainer under the same lord and now a government assassin hunted him down. Eventually he was nearly successful, and Kyoshiro slipped away to sea as his only option, though gravely wounded.

Equipment:
- Rakushouha: Meaning "falling autumn leaf" is the name of this exotic blade, one native to his homeland. He's carried it with him since he arrived years ago.
- Assorted blades: In his years here he's learned to use other weapons, as sometimes it cannot be helped. In particular on his person he carries small blades for utility and throwing, and a shortsword. He cannot obtain a shortsword from his homeland, so he makes do.

Skills:
- Swordsmanship: Kyoshiro is a swordsman first and foremost, though he utilizes his own style when using his katana, he is capable of wielding other blades to a limited degree.
- (Setsugetsukatsurugi Ryu) Blade of the Four Seasons Style: The name of his style of swordsmanship. The style is a 7 base form style, consisting of the three base forms, Snow, Moon, and Flower, each are just the names for the fundamentals of swordsmanship as well as the style's attributes, and then the four advanced forms, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring. While Kyoshiro is skilled in all seven forms, as he should be, he in particular is a master of the Autumn branch of the style, which utilizes rapid battoujutsu and iaijutsu techniques. As for the other three, Summer is two-handed techniques and wide-reaching strikes, and suited for longer weapons and even includes spears. Winter is a dual wielding style that utilizes a second smaller blade or two full sized blades, while Spring is a form that utilizes one blade, and accentuates fast and flying footwork. While he is capable of doing all of them in some degree, he definitely prefers his Autumn style.
- Bowmanship: He's capable of using one as part of his training, but he never carries one with him. He won't be able to shoot targets as far away as those who have dedicated themselves to the art, but he knows enough to hunt effectively.
- Hand to Hand: He has hand to hand techniques from his homeland to deal with threats non-lethally, or should he be caught off-guard has some way to fight back. It does not match up to those who dedicate themselves to this kind of art however.

[1Charak2]

A tale of a Heir of a Necromancy line, and a Manservant that refuses to die

The Ditzy Crow

Alina Crow

"Huh? Say again?"

Name: Alina Crow
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Harpy
Rank: 4 : Wand
Personality:
Alina is a klutz, Shes known to fall over easy, and bumble her way through many encounters, Shes also a bit dense. But even with all of these qualitys, she is probably one of the smarter pioneers of magic, as expected as a descendent of the crows, Shes generally a bright and cheerful girl, quite the opposite of what one would usually expect for someone whom so casually wields death-magic like necromancy.

Of course she suffers the same personality trait as her elders, which you can tell due to her name. She has an infatuation with shinies, and seeing a new shiny can distract her. Of course this would likely result in her losing her head by getting distract by a sword swing, so thats usually why she uses undead minons to do the work for her, usually ghosts rather then ghouls.

Of course she doesn't call them minons, thats too demeaning. She calls them respectful contract workers, and puts them back where she finds them. After all shes a nice necromancer, the type that wouldn't so casually use death-magic for ones own agenda's but to contract the dead to help people for a bit. Calling on the ancestors and what not. Its like what some of the shamans do but actually works more often then not!

Brief Backstory:
The only daughter of her mother, Calera Crow, with her father being a no-show adventure from her flings at the guild, She lived a relatively simplistic life, always guarded by her armoured knight. She grew up with the inquisitive nature characteristic of her family and soon enough she was on the trek to learning as much magic as possible. Always leaning towards the characterisitc familys magic of necromancy, and always trying to pioneer new ways to cast the magics in creative fashions and shorter times. While trying to expand upon the notes of her heritage.

She joined the guild mostly due to it being an excuse to go traveling, as well as the fact that her mother used to go there, and it seemed a fitting where to honour her passing by trying to do what she did, Thus, the bright and peppy Harpy started doing guild-work at the guild. Of course she was always shadowed by a masked undead that never revealed their face, but the older folk knew whom they were, Howard was a regular at the guild after all. Having attended 3 descendents of the person that originally revived him from the dead.

Alina likes the concept of adventuring, maybe one day she'd take a trip to visit some other places and find other necromancers whom aren't so mean and secluded so she can happily pool over her notes with them.

Equipment:
The Crows Hat: A witches hand that belonged to her mother and her grandmother before her, Its a simple hat that has no real things special about it, bare that its soaked in enough magic to be sort of magically attuned. Really it does nothing but its the only hat which shes adjusted to so well that it doesn't fall off her head.
Otherwise due to the lack of hands, she generally packs pretty light.
Skills:
Potent Necromancy:
If there is a corpse, it is likely she can reanimate it with little effort, explaining why she did that to the church however is another issue entirely. Being a 5th generation necromancer, stemming from a line of potent necromancers. She is quite gifted in the art of necromancy. Specifically in the manipulation of spirits, due to its closeness to air, conjuring banshees and ghosts to aid her. She technically has the expertise required to pursue the field of trying to create a sapient undead servant -but- Howard isn't a fan of getting replaced so she out of respect for the loyal manservant, has neglected pursuing further efforts into producing sentient undead not that she would have much chance anyway due to how slim it was, and instead just continuing work on the other aspects of necromancy. Still, Shes pretty good at sewing with her feet as a result of having to deal with decomposing corpses (for study purposes of course, raising them would result in her having to deal with the local clergy...) .

Basic Knowledge of Elementalist Spells: At Howards behest to diversify to not be such a niche spellcaster, she has begun to learn elemental spells, though her training is currently quite rudimentary, She is capable of conjuring the average fireball or so. She has best affinity with air element spells.

Flight: Like all harpies she is capable of flight, generally used as an evasive manuever or as a way to take her position as a overseer to command her undead. Or generally so she can see the sights. She likes seeing things with the wind in her hair after all. Not useful in caves.

The Undead Steward

Howard Rookholm, The Steward of the Crow

"Consider it done M'lady."

Name: Howard Rookholm, The Steward of the Crow
Age: 129 (Age at death 34)
Gender: Male
Race: Sapient Undead (Human)
Rank: 6 : Sword
Appearance:
Howard is a man of few tirades or simple tangents, preferring to dress for business and forgo anything that isn't directly useful to him. Thus due to him being quite a high-quality undead knight, he opts to wear his armor 24/7 for he does not need to eat due to being sustained of the magic alone. Because of this, few have seen his true face or his true build. But it can be judged that he is a muscular gentlemen, by the shape of his armor alone. As he is known to fill it out quite tightly. It is said, the only time he takes the armor off is when he wishes to polish it, which is rare, for old worn armour is perfect for washing off ones true scent from the more observant individuals.

It can be noted that Howard stands at 6ft 2in and weights 120kg in full armour
Personality:
Howard is a man of no-nonsense. He is a down to earth, nitty gritty fighter. Having given up any pretense of heroism and chivalry for cold calculating efficiency. He is an individual that is an enigma, acting only to make sure his charge remains support and safe. Usually either accompying her on missions or holding down the homestead, making sure the harpy can get dressed in the morning. Making him a sort of Paternal figure to the ditzy Alina

In fact, his loyalty only lies with the Crow family, having been revived by the great-grandmother of the current crow. He has remained a mainstay of the family life, a protector of the household. A possession if you will, like an automaton. For he himself is simply happy protecting t he family that gave him a second change to serve dutifully. If others wish to harm his only cherished position. Then the swift end of the blade is all they shall receive.

Brief Backstory:
A hero of valour from a century ago, Howard was the definition of Chilivelrous, he was a knight with a face that could make the woman swoon, and the ego befitting such a man. That was until it all changed. He had been so careless and so confident that he had fallen victim to a mudslide. It buried him beneath the rocks. It was only until. A little girl now all grown up. A harpy with the blackest wings, and the fairest of expressions revived his corpse from beneath the mud. Where he dragged himself to his feet.

His emotions were dulled by the process and he could only look back at his past with fervent regret. That was the day that the great-grandmother of Alina, Bellatrix the Necromancer, indicted Howard into the household as a personal steward. For Harpies don't have hands, so having a personal. Biologically immortal. Family servant was a very nice thing to have for the up and coming necromancer.
Equipment:
A variety of cheap swords: A variety of sharp but cheap swords, for them to quickly dispose of inside their enemies, due to their loot and use style of dungeoneering.
A simple crest shield for full arm protection and good blocking range, has the corners sharped for usage as a stabbing implement.
Rusty but Reliable Plate Armour.

Skills:
Diverse Weaponary Knowledge: Having once been a gallant braggard, Howard already had expertise wiedling different types of weaponary. Certainly not mastery, and certainly not a devotion to any style, but the fact he could wield whatever he picked up with some crediblity rendered him quite useful for dungeon work. This also makes him a very good bodyguard.
Limited Necromancy Magic: Howard has limited knowledge of necromancy having shadowed the Crow Family for a while. He generally applies this to repair his body in the event it suffers great damage.
Painless Berserker: Due to being undead, he can be likened to a walking juggernaut due to the lack of his sense of pain, making him a dangerous adversary.

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G E N E R A L I N F O R M A T I O N : ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◆ NAME | Galen Cannenta ◆ AGE | 21 years old ◆ GENDER | Male ◆ RACE | Human ◆ RANK | Five of Cups A P P E A R A N C E : ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Galen stands at a decidedly non-imposing 5’3”, made even shorter by his habit of slouching. He wears an oversized cloak that covers everything below his neck. Galen’s white hair does little to offset the paleness of his skin. Galen’s eyes are a shade of gray that appears black under most lighting, breaking the monotonous paleness that persists throughout the rest of his body. Galen appears to be otherworldly, in some regards, but it has been established that he is, in fact, human. His overall appearance makes him look younger than he is, which causes him great irritation.

P E R S O N A L I T Y : ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Galen often comes off as aloof, though this is more because of his upbringing, and exchanging words with him will reveal that he is a lot less prideful than his mannerisms may show. He is very intelligent, but underestimates himself often, especially if put in a leadership role. Galen has a firmly set ideal of doing no (direct) harm as a healer. Galen believes that death is a necessary, crucial part of life, even if he wishes to keep things alive for as long as possible. He frowns upon necromancers, believing that they have made a perversion and mockery of death in their practice. E Q U I P M E N T : ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ TALON: Galen wears a black glove over his right hand, its index finger tipped with a scalpel. However, with some hesitation on his part, Galen has been known to use the sharp implement for self-defense purposes; he is well-versed in how most bodies work, and where it hurts most when cut. MEDICAL SATCHEL: A leather satchel Galen keeps stocked with poultices and potions, as well as medical tools. Nothing noteworthy, but it does allow him to keep his allies healthy without always having to rely on magic. CODEX CANNENTA: A thick book Galen keeps by his side wherever he goes, as it is the only connection he has to his family. The Codex Cannenta is a book filled with knowledge of both magical and practical healing passed down through many generations. Though there is nothing in the book that couldn’t be found anywhere else, Galen’s unceasing study of his predecessor’s work have allowed Galen to mix-and-match certain parts to amplify the effect of his own spells. Unbeknownst even to Galen, the book itself is alive and has taken great liking to its current owner, who displays a love for life unmatched by any other adventurer. S K I L L S : ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Galen is exceptionally adept at healing magic, and often augments it with applications of practical medicine, for greater affect. However, he knows only the most rudimentary magic in other fields, which might be an inconvenience to his allies if they need another offensive magic user. Despite that, Galen refuses to learn offensive magic, as he believes all life is precious, though he understands that monsters must perish to keep his fellow adventurers alive. In that regard, he has also learned a few spells to enhance his allies’ offensive and defensive capabilities, but as they aren’t quite the healing spells he’s used to, he does have moments where he might slip up.

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The sole heir to the small clinic his parents ran, Galen grew up learning to value the lives of everything and everyone, regardless of status. However, at the age of 14, Galen’s magic manifested itself and his parents opted to keep it hidden away from their relatives, who were known for using magic-using family members as assets in their quests for noble status.

Studying at home, Galen proved himself to be a genius in healing magic, much to his and his parents’ glee. Yet, through one way or another, Galen’s relatives found out about him and abducted him. Pleading for help but getting none, Galen’s parents set out to retrieve their son themselves, but met their end prematurely when the information they were given about a “safe path” proved to be false, and a band of orcs made quick work of them. Finding out his parents’ fate from his guard, who was the one to give his parents the faulty information, Galen was driven to despair.

At the age of 20, Galen – now using the name Antara - was set to meet a minor noble’s daughter in hopes of arranging a marriage, and nabbing some form of status for his relatives. However, on his way there, a group of bandits raided the carriage he was in. Galen let them kill his guards and his aunt and uncle who were riding with him, and even offered to heal the injured among the bandits. Grateful, the leader of the bandits set him free, despite his subordinates’ protests.

Galen set out to be an adventurer, going back to using the name Cannenta to honor the parents he had lost. Despite knowing only basic offensive magic, Galen’s skill in both magical and practical healing is enviable.

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