[CHAR] Erstwhile School ~ Fantasy Board School RP

[Jasper19]

My character

Full Name: Spencer Leon Barton

Age:200(looks 19)

Date of Birth: December 12th 1819

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Houston Texas

Race/Ethnicity/Species: Nephilim( half Angel half human)

Height:5'7

Weight:142 Pounds

Hair Color:Golden blond

Hair Length: Medium(it is just starting to get in his eyes)

Hairstyle: Straight

Eye Color: Green

General Body Description: He is slim but muscular

Typical clothing style: usually wears black ripped jeans with combat boots and a navy blue thermal .

Birthmarks: None

Tattoos: Celtic cross on his inner right forearm with a sleeve built around it in a Japanese tattoo style. on his left he has a sleeve that shows a prediction of America during 1819-civil war with a tattered union flag on his upper arm and a tattered confederate flag on his lower arm (he got this since he fought in the civil war). Has a full back tattoo of two angelic wings one normal and the other corrupt.

Scars: has a large cut on the right side of his ribcage.

Picture (link if available): don't have one sorry
Personality: he is loyal to a fault to his friends. As the years went by he eventually looked at humanity with a detached thought proccess. A little Aloof, he is sarcastic and cynical at times while but also doesn't deter people who have hope.
Quirks: He has a nicotine addiction that started about 100 years ago, he loves Reeses pieces and still acts sometimes like he is still in the 1800's(formality wise) he is still perplexed by phones and electronics.
Strengths: He is more powerful at the height of the sun(so noon) he is immortal(age and disease wise) but can die from fatal wounds.He can use angelic weapons and use holy magic to an extent.
Weaknesses: He is weaker at nighttime. Demonic energy/weapons/magic hurt him heavily and normal weapons can hurt him.
Domicile: Divinos
Aspirations: He wishes to learn more about magic so he can better use into his own innate magical ability. He also wishes to figure out how his phone can allow him to hear people from far away.

Backstory: Spencer was born from the union of a angel and a human woman in Houston Texas 1819.He never really knew his father as he left almost as soon as he was born for the price of a Angel being with a human was to become fallen.He had a fairly normal childhood for a southern white kid,which ment he was very pampered. His family was one of the few that did not own slaves though as they lived in the city. As a young man he had joined the union army to fight off the Apache harrassing settlements further West in Texas being discharged after a tomahawk had sliced him in the ribcage he had to go home. Not realizing the looks his old neighbors were giving him on his way home he finally arrived at his mother's door.he knocked and waited for his mother to open after a couple of minutes his mother finally opened the door. Not understanding why his mother (who was a old woman by now) looked so surprised as she did he walked into the house and looked at a mirrior. To his surprise he hadn't looked a day over nineteen even though he had joined the military ten years ago. After a few more years of living in Houston his mother finally told him the truth of his father while she was on her death bed. After learning his father was a Angel he set out on a voyage of the world to find him...he never did as his father had been hunted down and made 'fallen', but he did meet other supernatural races that had crossed into earth through the help of a wizard from valencia. After his search he came to the conclusion that his Angel blood must make him immortal as he was still nineteen. After living a fairly peaceful life for many years the civil war broke out he ended siding with the confederates out of loyalty to his home state luckily he survived the horrors and as his family never owned slaves was not severely punished. Living his life and fighting in several more wars such as ww1 and two, and Vietnam where he had saved the wizard transporting people in and out of Valencia when he had accidently warped into the battle field, surviving the wars he finally arrived to 2019 where using the help of the wizard who had extended his own life through magic he was sent to Valencia and Erstwhile.

Extra Info: he likes heavy music, he always carries a pack of cigs and Reeses pieces. His southern accent has faded because of the years but still shows up when he says ma'am, sir,and y'all

[JrVader]

@Jasper19 Accepted
NOTE: did not mean to put this here!!

[SmokeDragon]

Race info:

The Heiratha, commonly known to humans as "harpies", are bipedal, humanoid birds. They live high in the peaks of the Iridian mountains, placing their nests and communities in places nearly unreachable by those without the gift of flight. They live mostly as scavengers and hunters, with no agriculture to speak of. Their location has very limited vegetation, forcing them to travel fairly far down the mountain to hunt. There they also gather resources for tools and house building. Their houses are little more than cliffside shacks but still protect well form wind and rain. As weapons, they typically make do with rocks, which they hurl onto their enemies or prey from on high, but they so also use spears and bows, but the materials to make them are hard to come by, the craft of making them time-consuming, and for most situations, a rock dropped from sufficient height is enough, so for hunting they simply don't bother.

Before the war, the Heiratha got most of their clothes, and all their knives and other metal tools by stealing from the nearby human settlements, and from travellers on the roads. As such, these items were very valuable to them, as acquiring them was dangerous and could risk causing the humans sending punitive forces to try to clear out the mountains. When food was short, they also stole livestock and other food from the humans, as the risk of retaliation means little when the alternative is starvation.

Despite all this, the Heiratha are not a stupid, or even uncultured race. They have their own written language, their own traditions and arts. But when survival is the main concern, it is hard to advance. In fact, before the humans expanded into their area, they had agriculture, and even metallurgy, but they were no match for the humans, and within two generations, they were forced to abandon all arable land, and all their mines. This happened centuries ago, before even the three-way war, according to the Heiratha legends, and since then, they have lived their current lives, hiding away in the mountains.

Their location lets them lead relatively safe lives, despite the food shortage. But also isolates them somewhat from the other races. As such, it took several years for the news of the end of the war to reach them. In fact, the event that made them aware of the fact, was when a joint force showed up at their mountains, after one of their raids on one of the human villages where taken as a violation of the Ending pact. Luckily, only a few lives were lost before the confusion was resolved. Once it became clear that the Heiratha had not yet signed the Ending Pact, and that they had only risked raiding the village because of a lack of food, the council decided to cancel the joint attack, and instead provide aid to the Heiratha.

For the first time in time immemorial, the Heiratha were able to leave their mountain homes freely, and without fear for their lives. Despite this, most of them stayed put, centuries of fearing the humans binding them. Agrha'ha'leigough Decreerhaachiii Crchacket, one of the few Heiratha who spoke the common tounge, and one of their most respected elders, was selected as their representative, and along with a few trusted warriors, left to join the council, and represent the Heiratha. For most of them, however, life remained largely unchanged, though with food being much less scarce, more time could be given to learning, and thus, many of the young of the Heiratha learned to speak the common tongue, some even learning how to read and write in it. But even amongst these young ones, fear of the humans is deeply ingrained, and it will probably be many years until they are fully integrated.

Leihra

Full Name: Ir'na-lehigha Crchacket

"Human" name: Leihra (pronounced roughly "lay Ra")

Age: 17

Date of Birth: Early spring or late summer, depending on your definition.

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Iriden Mountains

Race/Ethnicity/Species: Heiratha

Height: 5'5" when standing normally/crouched (also roughly how tall she would be with normal legs), 6'7" when stretching/standing straight.

Weight: 125 (her bones are lighter than human ones, though this only cuts off ~10-15 pounds, so she is still very light for her height, considering her wings)

Hair Color: Black

Hair Length: Reaches 1/3 of the back.

Hairstyle: Normally kept in a bun at the back of the head

Eye Color: Yellow

General Body Description: Hands and feet, from elbows and knees, are birdlike, and a pair of long wings extend from the back, just above the hip, but otherwise looks like a normal, if somewhat skinny, human girl.

Typical clothing style: Used to wear whatever clothes were available, but now that she has options, she likes large, soft clothes, like oversized cotton jackets and pants, preferably ones easily removed. Underneath, she normally wears tight-fitting shorts and a sports bra (or binds her chest, if those are not available in the setting), as her other, bulky clothes are a bit impractical when flying, she often removed them and puts them in her bag when she goes flying.

Birthmarks:

Tattoos:

Scars:

Picture (link if available): tinyurl.com/y4glst5z (found on google)
Personality: Eager to learn, but scared of the others,
Quirks: A bit skittish, especially around humans. Often sits like in the picture.
Strengths: Can fly. Quite clever.
Weaknesses: A bit physically fragile, has not received any proper education before. Doesn't speaks or write the language fully fluently.
Domicile: Princeps
Aspirations: Wants to prove to herself and the world that the Heiratha are just as capable as the other races, and hopefully one day lead her people.
Backstory: She's the grand-daughter of the Heiratha ambassador, both otherwise, she's much like any other Heirathian, and has lived a fairly secluded life, only very occasionally interacting with the other races. This won't be the first time she speaks to a human, but it won't be far of either.
Extra Info: She is the first and so far only Heiratha to attend the academy or any other propper school, for that matter.

[Hammerman]

Meer Yucatia

Full Name: Meer Yucatia

Age: 17

Date of Birth: 20 August

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Yucatia

Race/Ethnicity/Species: Human

Height: 155 cm

Weight: 50 kg

Hair Color: Light brown

Hair Length: Long

Hairstyle: Straight

Eye Color: Crimson red

General Body Description: Slim and slender with long legs. Decently sized breasts with supple and firm hips and buttocks.

Typical clothing style: Flowy short dresses, both in a casual setting and a more formal one.

Birthmarks: None

Tattoos: None

Scars: None

Picture (link if available):


Personality:
She's the picture of absolute haughtiness, always with an expression that says she's looking down on you while you talk to her. She believes humans to be superior over the other non-human races, and she wouldn't hesitate to voice her opinions on the matter. And even when you're human, she would still look down on you if you're not of the same social status as her.

She's always confident in her opinions and decisions. And she would defend them with her stubborness readily, especially against criticisms that came from people she thought to be beneath her.

Quirks:

Strengths:
Intelligent, confident, talented in magic, knowledgeable in political matters, well-mannered

Weaknesses:
Arrogant, prideful, narrow minded, weak physical strength

Domicile:
Divinos

Aspirations:
To earn the respect she deserves from everyone and to make her house

Backstory:
Born as the sole daughter of the HOuse of Yucatia, she was raised to be the perfect heiress. Every aspect of her personality was shaped on that expectation. Her parents taught her to be prideful, and so she became prideful. Her parents taught her to be prejudiced, and so she became prejudiced. And her parents told her to become obedient, and so she became obedient to them. That was why she couldn't refuse their planned engagement to the son of Frayheart outright, even though she had no interest in marriage. She continued to be polite yet distant throughout their meetings over the years.

And yes, she knew about his true self. And it annoyed her. She never believed on being double-faced like that, even though it might gave her an advantage on manuevering through her social and political circles.. There was just something about it that disgusted her.

Extra Info:

[chocomog333]

Marea

Full Name: Marea of School Picthys

Age: 19

Date of Birth: March 8

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: Altea, the seat of the prime schools

Race/Ethnicity/Species: Merfolk

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 115lb

Hair Color: Blue

Hair Length: Medium, down to shoulders

Hairstyle: Loose and flowing

Eye Color: Teal

General Body Description: She has a generally lithe and thin figure, keeping her streamlined for swimming.

Typical clothing style: Scholarly attire

Picture (link if available): https://drive.google.com/file/d/1T5m4Mk6sUnfCDAZkcAkDsfwj7mvQqeEI/view?usp=sharing
Personality: Marea is a relatively shy, bookish girl. She tends to be poor at conversation, though she can talk for hours about subjects she interested in. She often frequents libraries and other places of study.
Quirks: She sleeps in her bathtub instead of her bed. She drinks a copious amount of water.
Strengths: She is an excellent swimmer and a competent mage
Weaknesses: Her physical prowess on land leaves much to be desired.
Domicile: Divinos
Aspirations: She desires to be an accomplished mage, but her family wants her to be a commercial ambassador for the merfolk kingdoms.
Backstory: Marea was the fourth daughter to one of the ruling merfolk kingdoms. She quickly took to her studies and her tutors were impressed by her talent. However, the merfolk were beginning to increase trade with land folk in the aftermath of the wars. Due to the political marriages of her other siblings, Marea was chosen to receive training in economics and diplomacy. She enjoyed the mental challenge but disliked the interpersonal interactions this caused her. She got into a fight about her desires and they reached a goal. She would attend the academy to learn magic as she desired, but would also make connections for her family. Thus she headed for the surface world.
Extra Info: She has a spell that can change her tail into legs and vice versa.

[Dezuel]

Galdin Frayheart

Full Name: Galdin Frayheart, the Marquis of Marland.

Age: 19

Date of Birth: (Well hes 19)

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Marland (A smaller region of a human kingdom), Frayheart mansion.

Race/Ethnicity/Species: Human

Height:175cm

Weight: 68kg

Hair Color: Blonde

Hair Length: Long

Hairstyle: Middle-parted

Eye Color: Blue

General Body Description: Gymnastic-acrobat bodytype.

Typical clothing style: Military fashion, extravagant and orderly. Military coat with waistcape, white frilled shirt with ruffles, white jodhpur pants, sash waistband, red sash, white gloves, undergarments and black boots.

Birthmarks: None of note.

Tattoos: None.

Scars: None.



Personality: Upon first meeting him, Galdin appears to be a very polite, friendly and levelheaded individual. Always willing to compliment and encourage others, aswell as acting as a sort of mentor to younger students. He speaks in a calm manner, and somewhat mature for his age.

He is not the type to stop conflicts however, prefering to allowing them to go on for as much as required in order to reach a conclusion. Usually such ends with both sides being disgruntled and him having to talk with both sides, to varying results.

IC SPOILER, if you like twists and turns, pass this section.

Galdin's true personality is hidden under his false exterior, of a young man whose ambitions be to enslave the world as it's new ruler. Where humans would rule supreme over all other races, where slavery would be legalized. Galdin is ruthless and will stop at little to reach his goals, as long as he can do so without staining his own ego.

That said he feels little for those he considers to be his rivals, having no qualms about removing them himself, but preferably he would want to use others for that task. Especially if he can pin two forces against oneanother, while strengthening his own status.

Any obstacles met in his path are to be dealt with swiftly and without mercy. He is however not a person which takes sadistic pleasure in harming others, but rather see it as a necessary evil in order to have order. If severely pressed or in a losing battle, he will be prone to make for his escape, and if such is not possible he will fight fiercely in a psychotic manner.

There are traits in others which he however values highly, even among non-humans, and those are loyalty and cunning strategic manuevers. In very rare cases he would also show respect to a worthy enemy, despite their race. If they have been able to thwart him on more than one occasion or at a crucial moment.

Other personality traits of Galdin is that he plays on peoples friendships and feelings, such as love to make them do as he desires, whilst he may favor certain people above others, if the gains are large enough he may even be willing to sacrifice something he holds in very high opinion.

Galdin has a weak spot for cute animals and do not like them to come to harm, he also bears a weakness towards human girls younger than he is and may go out of his character to protect or save them. In very rare cases he may -even- protect a non-human, allthough that may be very rare and may have to do with a personal connection to them or that he simply find them to be cute.

In the right company the young man may even joke and jest, allthough these jokes may often be very dark in nature, if not even morbid.

Galdin also disapproves of overly cruel and barbaric actions towards other forms of life, especially when such is made from one of his own kind, as he feels it drags his self-worth down to be the same level as such an individual. Despite his belief in that, he approves of slavery, but it has to be regulated and the slaves have to be fed and taken care of. Like cattle.

Quirks: ?
Strengths: Perspective, Keen senses, Strong willed, Shrewd, Quick,
Weaknesses: Deranged, Judgemental, Young human girls, Weak to sonic attacks, Over-ambitious
House: Domicile Divinos
Aspirations:

- Achieve mastery of his powers and trade.
- Become student of the year or equalent in fame.
- Attain the rank of headmaster of the academy, or any other high position in the neutral zone.

IC SPOILER. (Other aspirations)

- Instigate a war to subdue and destroy the non-human nations and dispose of humans which are an obstacle to his ambitions.
- Become the next ruler of this world, enslaving all non-humans and establishing a human empire.

Backstory:

Galdin was born in the Marland region which is part of one of the human kingdoms, 19 years ago, to a noble house by the name of Frayheart. The head of the family at the time, his grandfather, had been a firm supporter of the human war against the other races of the world, and his bitterness and anger when the peace came was passed down to Galdin's father, who'd secretly plotted a new human dawn. Aiding forces which sought to spark battle anew. But his father's ambition came to a halt when he was killed during during an uproar in the human kingdoms, ironically by those very men he had secretly supported. Thus Galdin became the new head of the family, whilst young he was well educated on subjects regarding the human kingdoms, and raised on the stories of heroes which died in the great war 50 years ago.

It was from these stories which formed him as a person, his desire to become a true hero, but not only that, but the hero among heroes. A name to be carried on for eons to come, as the man who fought the evil forces of the world and succeeded. A keeper of true peace and prosperity, of wealth and power and most important of all. Order.

Having been trained by a personal instructor, hired by his late father from an early age, in the power which Galdin had an affinity for, telepathy and telekinesis. Powers which would compliment him well as a leader and strategist of a new generation and his noble house. Despite having both an interest and capability to be trained in either of those things, Galdin has decided to focus more on his powers, seeing them as the basis in order to be a powerful leader or be a more adept strategist. Being under the belief that in order to build a sturdy tower, you must have a strong and firm base which will not give way, the stronger the base the higher the tower will stretch. And his ambitions be among the stars.

He is eager to go to the academy in order to further raise his potential and possibly find allies for his future plans.

Extra Info:

- Galdin is bethrothed to a young woman which is also attending the academy. At his late father's request.
- Carries a decorated noble sword and sheath on his belt.
- Is slightly knowledgable in alchemy and herbalism. Being able to create minor healing potions, antidotes, poison and other brews to cure or inflict ailments.
- Knows proper table etiquette.
- He is a capable fencer.
- Fond of roses and tea
- Wears two medals marking him as the Marquis of Marland and the other as the young head of his noble house.
- Is decently rich, allthough his family fortunes having suffered setbacks in the war 50 years ago.

[Spoopyskell]

Jeralt

Full Name: Jeralt Seymour

Age: 18

Date of Birth: Somewhere around October 3rd

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Edgefield, a small farming city in the Human kingdom.

Race/Ethnicity/Species: Human

Height: 177 cm.

Weight: 68kg.

Hair Color: silver

Hair Length: Medium

Hairstyle: Parted and swept off to one side

Eye Color: Brown

General Body Description: Lean and defined

Typical clothing style: Modest and sturdy clothes, perfect for traveling.

Birthmarks: None

Tattoos: None

Scars: A small faded scar in the palm of his left hand.

Picture:


Personality: Jeralt sees himself as a fish out of water, a commoner brought into the world of nobles. Because of this, he feels thankful for the opportunity he has, though he questions exactly why he was given this opportunity in the first place. Though despite that Jeralt is a hardworking and humble young man, his adoptive father never spoiled him and was rather tough on him, in a tough-love kinda way. Though Jeralt is a kind-hearted young man who tries to treat everyone equal despite their birth or race.

Jeralt has a lot of untapped potential, most of which he doesn't even know about. He has abundant natural charisma, he inspires others through his words (Mostly unintentionally), and his confidence can also be contagious. Jeralt also possesses a strong moral compass or really a strong sense of justice, doing what he thinks is right despite what others think. Though even with these qualities Jeralt fails to see his own potential, even though he can see and even draw out the potential in others. Self-doubt often plagues him, constantly questioning his ability as a leader and even a student. Despite possesing the qualities of a great leader Jeralt still sees himself as an orphan with nothing to his name.

Quirks: Rubbs the back of his neck when nervous, Rubbs chin when he's lost in thought

Strengths: Physically fit, Charismatic, Never seems to give up, Perceptive

Weaknesses: Lacks in political affairs, plagued with self-doubt, knows nothing about magic

Domicile: Princeps, though he isn't exactly sure it's the right fit for him.

Aspirations: Graduate from Erstwhile and live up to his adoptive father's expectations.

Backstory: For most of his life Jeralt lived in an orphanage in the small city of Edgefield, a city which mostly grew wheat. Even in his early years Jeralt quickly became close with the other kids at the orphanage and it wasn't long before they all considered each other family. Life was somewhat peaceful for them, though seeing as they lived in a run-down orphanage the kids had to work hard for simple necessities like food and water, they often worked odd jobs around the city just to get a little bit of coin. Out of the kids, Jeralt was one of the hardest working, seeing as he was one of the oldest as well. Though through his hard work someone noticed Jeralt, and that person was the ruling lord of Edgefield, Lord Lionel Seymour, a quite famous general who had retired after the war. He was often called a demon by both his subordinates and enemies. Without a word, Lionel took Jeralt in (Who was around 10 at the time) and he began to educate the boy and teach him how to use a sword, despite his old age. He never told Jeralt why he took him in, often saying, "You'll figure it out someday." Once as Jeralt got older Lionel enrolled his adopted son into Erstwhile, specifically into the Principles Domicile.

Extra Info:
Possesses a steel sword given to him by Lionel, its design is modest but its craftsmanship is impeccable.
A capable fighter, fights like a soldier with little grace.

[OliveYou]

Momotaro Oji

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Full Name: Momotaro Oji

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: April 10th

Place of Birth: Tamako Village, west of the U.H.K's capital.

Race/Ethnicity/Species: Human

Height & Weight: 5'10, 152 lbs.

Hair Color: Halfway between orange and peach.

Hair Length/Hairstyle: About to his ears. As for the style, it's a very "natural" look, since hair gel is rarely found in the countryside. It's kinda floofy, kinda spikey, and very soft.

Eye Color: Burgundy.

General Body Description: Fairly average for a boy his height. Nothing to see here, folks.

Typical Clothing Style: Emo-punk-grunge "sad boy" fashion. Think lots of black, graphic tees, facemasks, the works.

Birthmarks: One peach-shaped splotch a few centimeters into his hairline. Only visible if you know where to part his hair, or if he's bald.

Tattoos/Scars: None.

Personality: Momotaro (Momo = peach, Taro = eldest son, like the folktale) is a boy obsessed with the "brand." As a child, he was easily interested, and attacked each subject with the same vigor as the last, with some of these interests later manifesting themselves as "hobbies" and some disappearing once he had exhausted his curiosity. So, it was of no surprise to anyone who knew him when he declared his passion for the "grunge aesthetic," instantly devoting himself to the study of such fashion after an encounter with a foreigner from the capital. In truth, the reason Momotaro was so attached to this particular aesthetic was about how interesting it was, compared to himself. He was always a normal child, if an overly curious one; having seen the results of his "boring" appearance, he resolved to become the most interesting version of himself that he could be. Which meant piercing his ears, changing his fashion choices, and most of all, acting. In the present, Momotaro is a mix of the curious, plain village boy of the past and the cool, fashion-obsessed teenager of tomorrow, while still managing to be friendly and over-eager, somehow.

Quirks: He has many. Momotaro, for all of his efforts, is just as air-headed as he was in the past. His most recognizable quirk is, of course, his tendency to get obsessed with things, but he also can never quite resist the urge to yell made-up catchphrases, usually at the worst possible times.

Strengths: Endlessly friendly and remarkably easy to get along with, giving him an edge in social situations. Also flexible--like, physically flexible. In his youth he was called "the acrobat of Tamako village."

Weaknesses: His tact and self-awareness are a solid zero. Also, studying? What's that?

Domicile: Princeps, tentatively. He really wants to be an actor or a performer, but leader = ringleader = ringmaster, so it's the same... right?

Aspirations: Momotaro has always been on the flamboyant side, taking gymnastics as a child and honing his talent for acting through middle school theater performances. What he wants is to make people pay attention to him, or at least not forget him after a few days. And what way to better leave a lasting impression than performing? He'd also like to make his village at least a little bit proud of him, since he ended up here... somehow.

Backstory: A human born and raised in the green, fruited hills of the west United Human Kingdoms, Momotaro has lived an perfectly quiet life in Tamako, a village most known for its abundant fruit tree orchards and cherry blossom festivals each spring. For many years, his only worry was the matter of his dumb name -- "Momotaro" -- given because of the peach-shaped birthmark on his scalp. Then, in the world's weirdest mistake, Momotaro was sent a royal invitation to Erstwhile. After much prodding and pleading and persuasion on behalf of his entire village, Momotaro gave in and packed his bags, fully expecting to be sent back in two days. But, now that he's seen how sweet the school grounds are, and how big the dormitory rooms are, he's kind of cool on the idea of staying, too. He's not really sure why he was chosen, of all people -- but he's not complaining, and besides, what could go wrong? He's always been good at acting.

Extra Info: Having been brought up in the countryside, Momotaro has only a weak understanding of "magic" and really doesn't know how to hold a sword. More importantly, he has an amazing country accent (Like Kansai dialect from Japan? Maybe? It's pretty twangy overall) that he slips in and out of, usually without noticing. But he is great at cooking, chopping wood, hunting, and the like! He's self-sufficient!

[Ginnungagap]

Garuth Stone-Singer

Full Name: Garuth Stone-Singer
Age: 119
Date of Birth: April 17
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: North Izmol
Race/Ethnicity/Species: North Izmolan Fork-Tailed Phoenix
Height: 2'6"
Wingspan 7'1/4"
Weight: 9 1/2 lbs
Plumage Color: Primarily a deep maroon, speckled with more neutral browns to complement it. His belly is covered in feathers that are mostly a bright ochre. All assuming he's not currently on fire at the moment.
Eye Color: Green
General Body Description: Avian, a bit small for what he is but he's still an eagle-sized bird. Even when he's not actively on fire, which is a bit touch-and-go with him, he's still quite hot to the touch, and being on fire comes with the expected results of being on fire.
As his species name implies his tail splits into two distinct forks, which might help identifying him out of a crowd of local pigeons. Either that or his fiery coloration might do it.
Typical clothing style: Fire
Birthmarks: None
Tattoos: N/A
Scars: N/A

Picture (link if available): Sorry, not much of a picture person
Personality: Garuth has the sort of proud, self-assured personality you might expect from someone who can light themselves on fire at will. He's vocal, exuberant, and wants to share his greatness with the rest of the world in the one way he knows how: strutting his stuff, and given that he has all the fear and anxiety of an immortal firebird, he is always strutting.
Nothing can stop Garuth, at least not in his mind, not man nor beast nor tree nor the world itself can challenge his superiority. The only star that shines brighter than he is the sun and it's a pretty close race, he'll be taking first place soon enough. Everyone around him? Friends, foes, they all exist just to help him shine brighter and achieve that potential.
On the other hand, friendship ought be repaid in kind, and friends should glow a bit more for every little bit of help they give, right? And foes should be pushed back into the dark. That's how the world of Garuth works, and does any other world even matter?
Quirks: His favorite flavor of coal is anthracite, but did you know that berries are even better than flammable material? They have all of these complex flavors that you wouldn't even believe.
Don't feed the bird sugar.
He usually writes with flames to communicate with people who are not also birds.
Strengths:

• Very good at not staying dead
• Not only can he be on fire whenever he wants to be, his talent for that is matched only by his incredible talent at ceasing to be on fire
• Incredibly talented lithobraker, likely nobody else in the world has as much experience as he
• Notable talent as a pyromancer, though very little theoretical understanding. It understandably comes to him naturally
• He might be the luckiest bird to have ever lived

Weaknesses:

• Water. Sure he can boil some water off by his nature but he's the size of an eagle and a bathtub is the size of a bathtub. The bathtub full of water will in fact win. And underwater ashes have some notable difficulty lighting back up into a bird.
• An excessive fondness for the Icarus maneuver
• He weighs 9 1/2 lbs, pretty sure that's some kind of weakness

Domicile: Divinos
Aspirations:

• To outshine the sun, of course.
• To leave a mark on the world, whatever that mark may be

Backstory: How did an airheaded firebrand like Garuth get to Erstwhile, you might wonder. The answer may surprise you with its simplicity, but it really shouldn't.
Garuth isn't really an idiot, even if a lot of the time he fails to pay attention to things other people regard as important, because to him they just lack that significance. He can still manage to do things if he focuses on the subject, and he is still a marvelous pyromancer for his age. But a lot of it does come down to age; he's quite young for a phoenix and spent a very small portion of his life living through the Never-Ending War, so he lacks much of the more hostile dispositions of his closest brethren on the subject. He can manage to go on in and not glare at every human or elf that he passes by because they remind him of the war.
Luck was on his side in birthing him at the right time to bridge that generational gap. It took his side in getting him invited. And it took his side in placing him amongst the minds of Divinos, a place where his greatness could go on to inspire the minds and eyes of others.
What could be more important than showing up and impressing his image upon the worlds of so many, all gathered together?
Nothing, that's right.
Mastering his innate talent for fire? Pshaw.
Extra Info:

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Alanis Loran

Full Name: Alanis Loran

Age: 92 dog years (appears 18)

Date of Birth: June 5, 1927

Gender: Female

Place of Birth: the middle of the woods, Iriden Mountains

Race/Ethnicity/Species: animal shapeshifter- wolf

Height: 5'4

Weight: 120 lbs

Hair Color: honey blonde

Hair Length: shoulder-length, except her bangs are a little longer

Hairstyle: naturally wavy and temperamental, usually kept short

Eye Color: naturally dark brown, but they turn a vibrant yellow when she shifts

General Body Description: petite, lean but fit

Typical clothing style: usually wears short homemade dresses of skins and feathers with long sleeves and usually wears a choker-type necklace made of shells to hide her scars

Birthmarks: N/A

Tattoos: a wolf howling at the moon on the inside of her right wrist

Scars: two across her right cheek like claw marks, around her wrists and neck are small nicks and scars

Picture (link if available): https://mocah.org/thumbs/4581639-anime-girls-digital-art-anime-fantasy-girl.jpg
Personality: quiet, defiant, fierce, kind, helpful, loyal, argumentative, passionate, keen, sensitive, perceptive, firm in her decisions, can be stubborn, can be aggressive
Quirks: when she gets really emotional, her eyes will change color; sometimes she will accidentally growl like a wolf; tries to be vegan but fails miserably
Strengths: she is empathetic towards other Animal-Shifters, quick, good with weapons and medicine, a good leader, a great fighter when in her wolf form, keen, an instinctual warrior
Weaknesses: closed off, wolfsbane, she'd do anything to help others, chains, spears
Domicile: Bellator, although she's unsure if it's the best fit
Aspirations: to protect the unity among the races, to find out what happened to her pack, to rebuild the strongest wolf pack, to make the ones that made her pack suffer to pay
Backstory: Alanis was born on the edge of the United Human Kingdoms because the pack her parents led were being attacked because of a pack feud, but the other pack got back-up from the elves, so her parents fled north to seek aid from the humans. Her father was killed holding off the horde, and her mother was getting water after Alanis was born when the baby was captured. Alanis' mother was still weak from the birth labor, too weak to fight off the other wolves. Alanis' mother hid in the Human Kingdoms, disguised as a human, while Alanis prepared to lead the remnants of the pack against the enemy. When it got to the climax of the battle, most turned tail, leaving Alanis to be captured and tortured. Eventually, Alanis escaped, vowing justice for her parents and her dissipated pack, with only the tattoo she was marked with as an infant left of her parents.
Extra Info: She typically tries to avoid the topic of family and the fact that she's a wolf when she's not fighting.