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Name: Terrowin
Alias: "Rusty Swing"
Epithet(s): The Executioner, The Outcast

Age: 21
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 105 kg

Sexuality: Pansexual
Residence: N/A
Occupation(s): Executioner
Affiliation(s): Rathaus Torture Chamber


Race: Human - Caucasian

Physical Appearance: Terrowin is a towering figure; 84 kilograms of pure muscular bulk (80% of his body mass, while having 20% of body fat), outlined with a tight body definition and rigid stature. Uncharacteristically, his face is gentle and feminine, with a head full of long, thick hair that reaches down to his shoulders. His expression is often neutral and apathetic which can flash with brief moments of excitement; emphasized by a tight-lipped smile.

Clothing: Terrowin’s civilian garbs consist of a simple weathered pair of brais which reach a little bit below his knees, which are fitted around Terrowin’s legs by a studded leather belt. This is ended with a pair of black Caliage. While Terrowin doesn’t wear a shirt normally while out in public, he will resort to putting on an unbuttoned, black lapel coat when times are cold. When Terrowin is working in his trade, he will wear a costume of black garbs, with an enigmatic black hood draped over his head.

Accessories (tattoos, piercings, jewelry, etc): N/A


Traits & Characteristics: Terrowin is a gentle giant, despite his association with violence and death. He is calm and collected, and usually interacts with others in hushed tones and respectful volumes. While he normally upholds a presence of indifference and neutrality, in some isolated, brief moments he smiles as bright as the sun - like an overcompensating jester, showing a side to him that is anything but black & and white.

Morals & Philosophies: Terrowin does not conform to any particular morals and/or philosophies, but his acted philosophy is rounded closest to “an eye for an eye”.

Goals: Unknown.

Overall Alignment: True Neutral.


Family: His father was a baker, and his mother a nun. Terrowin’s trade was not inherited; instead thrusted upon him. His family still talk to him regardless of his stained reputation, albeit in secret.

Interpersonal Relationships: The only true relationship he had throughout his career was with an imprisoned woman, who was sanctioned due to being apparently “pregnant”. In the days where society’s values were based on religion, it was seen as a religious crime to kill a pregnant woman, so she was only incarcerated with a number of comforts in her cell. Terrowin routinely interacted with her, albeit with a monotone participation, but still held deep feelings for the woman, which she shared. When it was discovered the woman lied about her pregnancy, Terrowin was forced to send her through a torturous hell, and an inevitable death on the breaking wheel. Terrowin has feared relationships ever since.

Rivals: None.

Enemies: None (none incredibly personal anyway). (Currently the monsters of the “Blight” storyline).


Past: Terrowin was born in a humble peasant family and was raised with his future already established; that he would be a baker - after his father, and would inherit his small merchant tent. Instead, due to the mischief of some foul, paganistic entity or the cruel, indiscriminate hand of lady luck, Terrowin was singled out of a reluctant group of commoners to deliver the killing blow to a thief. This was at a public execution, where the usual executioner was nowhere to be seen. Terrowin reluctantly pulled the heavy axe over his head, and messily butchered the neck of the convicted.. After a rusty first attempt. Two swings were necessary. His beginner’s experience and a dull blade made the thief’s last god-given moments a nightmare. While the negative connotations surrounding the Executioner’s trade would have been enough to socially outcast Terrowin to begin with; the botched first attempt made him out as a sadistic deviant. This was his only path now - having stained his reputation and his future prospects, he moved into the local rathaus as an apprentice executioner. Throughout his life he was routinely mocked and feared as a devil, and groups of Tithing (the lowest unit of medieval law enforcement) would briefly put down their pitchforks and torches and divert their attention to Terrowin, in which he was beaten. He took these beatings with incredible apathy, and grew all the more stronger for it. The heavy metal of his blade and the uncomfortable weight of the various torture devices he utilized gave him a powerful figure. He was now a dark clad beast, with his stocky body in tandem with his height making him look like a monster. No longer was he singled out by the local populace, but instead willfully ignored and revered - fearing what a creature like him would do to them. Once again, Terrowin paid no mind to this sudden shift in perception, and continued to execute the various victims of the system without any remorse.

Present: Terrowin is currently the chief executioner of the rathaus torture chamber.

Present - Blight Version: With the discovery of the slowly accelerating “infection”, a statement was issued to all able and suitable tradespeople of arms to “purify the sinners” by the highest catholic authority. Terrowin had taken up a combative role at the beginning of the verdict - working with a tightly knit Tithling of “purifiers” coming from various walks of life; including a long-beaked plague doctor, a knight of catholic standing and an experienced hunter. These three companions died within the first few clashes with the infected army. Terrowin had persevered unlike his group, as he was already estranged from their plans and decidedly set off on his own without the three. Now a lone wanderer that had left his burning, corpse-ridden village; Terrowin seeked comfort for the first time of his life - taking the madness of the world as his cue to leave and discover a more meaningful existence. The only thing that resists his dreams now are the hundreds of infected monsters - and for the first time in his life, he’s made his dream worth fighting for.


Notable Feats: N/A (to be added).

Physical Abilities: Terrowin is incredibly physically fit and powerful. His body is also durable and rigid.

Intellectual Abilities: While it would be assumed Terrowin is a mindless brute without a cognitive process; Terrowin is incredibly emotionally intelligent and perceptive. Terrowin is keenly aware and invested in the politics of his town and the kingdom it is affiliated with. Terrowin also has loose medical knowledge due to his time spent around corpses, and understands the various parts of the body - inside and out - albeit with his own personalized terminology, e.g he calls arteries something whimsical like “life thread”.

Supernatural Abilities: None(?)

Misc Abilities: Terrowin has very intimate knowledge of the human body, as well as its various exploitable weak points.

FLAWS: Due to Terrowin’s lack of care for his own body, he has no motivation to protect himself from any physical harm. This has left him with various scars across his body and some minor weakness in the kneecaps, in which he usually ignores until the damage is irreversible.


Utilities: When out on work-related duties, Terrowin carries a portable breaking wheel on his back, tied to him by thick chains. He also carries a small pair of clamps hooked to his belt, presumably for both the removal of finger nails and crushing of finger bones.

Weapons: Terrowin carries a small hatchet for free-lance executions and self defense.

Misc: N/A.


Likes: Isolation, small animals, the smell of coal smoke, home-made meals.

Dislikes: Loud noises, screaming, memories of what could have been.

Trivia (OOC Information): Terrowin is primarily inspired by Franz Schmidt - an executioner from the renaissance era. He is also inspired by Grenouille; the protagonist of the book “Perfume”. Most aspects of his character are also taken from the manga "Berserk" and the video game series "Dark Souls".

Quotes: “I’m sorry… Pleading towards me won't save you… This was the court’s verdict, not mine. No hard feelings.”, "Don't feel ashamed - averting you eyes from me. I'm a monster; it's only instinct to hide away."

Musical Themes:
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Combat Theme
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"I've killed before and I am not afraid to do it again."

Full Name: Felicia Haunild Ward
Nickname(s): Lady Felicia, Lady Ward, Princess.
Alias: None.

Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual, but tends to lean towards females.

Birthday: August 24th
Age: 20 years old

By appearance, Felicia is often viewed as a small and fragile woman. This, as to be expected, is often used to her advantage. In spite of her frame, however, she is rather "plump" thanks to a lavish lifestyle, various delectable cheeses, and a lack of physical exercise. She also has extremely pale skin, long curly blonde hair, and hazel eyes. Felicia has considered hacking her hair short as a result of recent events, however.

Height: 5'0 ft (152.4 cm)
Weight: 124 lbs (56.2)

Clothing: Felicia has always been confined to the style of high society. This included tight corsets, flowing dresses, pointed black shoes, and the occasional head garment. Since the blight appeared, however, her attire has shifted completely. Exquisite garments have since been replaced with loose brown robes and boots of a similar shade. This new style is complimented by a black cloak that would, hopefully, protect Felicia from the natural elements.

Accessories: Felicia has had a white floral parasol for as long as she can recall. Its age is painfully evident from the various patches of mismatched fabric that have since been haphazardly sewed on. It has also begun to fade thanks to repeated exposure to harsh sunlight.

Felicia is always the victim in her mind. She finds society inherently flawed for disagreeing with her and believes that she can never be wrong. This is the mentality that she takes, perhaps, to justify her willingness to commit questionably moral acts if it means "seeing results". These viewpoints are usually expressed in little words, however, as she finds no enjoyment in conversing with those deemed "uninteresting or dull". Although she detests gossip and idle conversation as well, there is also part of her that also lives for scandal or anything that could provide a cure for her tedious everyday life. It might be fair to say that, overall, Felicia is ridiculously bored with her lifestyle and would do just about anything to remedy that. The outbreak of the blight, however, seems to have provided her with exactly the entertainment that she craves.

  • Painting. Before the blight broke loose, she found it to be a relaxing escape.
  • Her parasol. She's had it since childhood and thinks of it as an extension of herself.
  • The various cheeses of high society. She considers cheese among her favorite foods.
  • Various sharp implements. Who knew that knives were so easy to wield outside the kitchen?
  • Scandal, conspiracy, and local rumors. Anything to save her from the drudgery of everyday life, really.

  • Dirty, shallow bodies of water. She finds them both unnerving and aesthetically unpleasing.
  • Idle chatter and petty, pointless gossip. This is especially true if it leads to nothing of interest.
  • The entire Christian faith. Not only does she find it to be tedious, but she is also far from a believer.
  • Her deceased husband, Arley Wald. She found him to be despicable, dull, and unaccomplished in life.

Motivation(s): What was once a search for freedom has turned into a new single goal: survive in this new world.
Alignment: Chaotic Lawful. Morals mean nothing to Felicia and she will do anything, legally, to get what she desires.
Moral(s): Felicia has no grasp on functioning morals. She, instead, prefers to view herself as the victim or always right.
Religion: Felicia is a celebrating Catholic Christian though holds little to no personal belief regarding God, Hell, Heaven, or angels.

Felicia was, once upon a time, confined to act as the eldest daughter of the Bennett family. She was raised on virtues of high society where her days consisted of social appearances, painting, and interacting with the occasional servant. She briefly pursued a secret romance with another wealthy young woman, Cecily Porter, though details have been lost to time and the two have continued to remain close friends instead. As a teenager, Felicia further conspired with some of her family's servants to learn skills unfitting of a noble lady. Among them were quick sparring, cooking, and horseback lessons. These lesson were permanently stopped after Felicia turned eighteen, however, which is when she was sent off to marry a man that was double her age. Although this man shared her mutual hatred of the world, he was quick to be "sacrificed" for Felicia's sake when the blight first emerged.

Occupation(s): A noblewoman and the wife of Arley Wald.
Affiliation(s): The Bennett family, the Wald family, and servants to both families.

  • Arley Wald: Felicia's deceased husband. The two had a mutual understanding yet she chose to "sacrifice" him anyway.
  • Frederick Bennett: Felicia's father. She never much liked him even when he openly favored her as his favorite child.
  • Catrain Bennett: Felicia's mother. The two have a cordial relationship at best and a cold relationship at worst.
  • Destrian Bennett: Felicia's younger brother. She finds him to be an immature, ignorant, and irresponsible brat.
  • Isabel Bennett: Felicia's younger sister. She's forgettable for the most part and Felicia cares little for her.
  • Unnamed younger siblings: Felicia has a myriad of younger unnamed siblings that passed before or during birth.

Rival(s): None. Yet.
Lover(s): Cecily Porter (formerly; secret), Arley Wald (formerly; public).
Enemies: Creatures born of the blight, organized religion, and society as a whole.
Other: Felicia had friendships with some of her family's servants. Her favorite was one who cared for the horses, Gavin Rolfe.

  • Painting: Not that it's especially useful in times of conflict, but Felicia is an exceptionally skilled painter.
  • Horse Knowledge: Felicia has passable knowledge on how to ride and care for horses thanks to Gavin Rolfe.
  • Combat: Felicia learned basic combat, namely self-defense, from her family's servants as a rebellious teenager.
  • Sewing: Like most women of the era, Felicia was taught how to sew during her earlier years and is rather skilled at it.
  • Scavenging: Felicia lacks experience exploring outdoors, but she has no quarrels "scavenging" what belongs to others.
  • Cooking: Cooking was mostly reserved for family servants though Felicia has been taught how to cook meals here and there.

  • Mental: Felicia is generally distrustful of others and may not work well in group settings.
  • Physical: Felicia is a small girl with little strength, especially when it comes to her upper arms.
  • Emotional: Although she can force herself to do so, Felicia usually struggles with killing animals even if it means her survival.
  • Other: A noble upbringing has left Felicia woefully unprepared for long term survival, especially in the wilderness.

  • Canteen: A metal flask that is usually filled with water of questionable quality.
  • Food: Meat, cheese, and bread that has been poorly wrapped. Some of it has already begun to rot.
  • Knife: Taken straight from the Wald kitchen. It is typically used to cut food or as a last resort in combat.
  • Parasol: Felicia's personal accessory and weapon of choice. She is never seen without it.

  • She is allergic to garlic.
  • She has never seen an ocean and someday hopes to.
  • She has a relatively strong immune system and claims to have never had an illness in her life.

Is there anyone out there for us?
With the city lain fallen to dust,
Is there anything left to say?
Our prayers now lie buried 'neath this rust.
Is there any salvation for us?
In whatever is left of this crust,
Maybe the devil is the only one to love.
These souls in wanderlust,
There's a reason why.
It's the way we die.
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