[CHAR] 🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

[Potter]

Princess Sadie

Princess Sadie Lucia Camille 🐟 21 🐟 Female

Mipha's Theme

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Appearance

Height: 5’4
Weight: 130
Eye Color: Bright Ocean blue
Hair Length/Texture: Smooth and wavy
Hair Color: Dark honey blonde with copper tones
Skin Color: Fair
Facial details: Small freckles on her cheeks
Distinguishing features: Prominent blue eyes and red lipstick. Loves jewelry as well and usually has a fish necklace on. Also muscular and athletic, as she keeps herself in shape.
Clothing Preferences: Changes based upon her mood. Sometimes she’s decked out in expensive airy dresses that reveal too much. Other days, she’s in pants and shirts tucked in. Often seen wearing a fish necklace and earrings. Enjoys dressing uniquely. Examples are below.

Outfit examples

🐟Example 1
🐟Example 2
🐟Example 3
🐟Example 4

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Psychology

Likes:
🐟 Salads
🐟 Jewelry
🐟 Adventure
🐟 Swimming
🐟 Wine with cheese
🐟 Pisces. Proud pisces

Dislikes:
🐟 Meat. She's a vegetarian
🐟 Abuse of power
🐟 Being bored. Must be active!
🐟 Her hobbies being interrupted
🐟 Big crowds and confined spaces
🐟 Fighting and drama. Can't we all be peaceful?

Sexuality:
🐟Hetero-romantic. Hopeless too.

Hobbies:
🐟 Reading
🐟 Training/Exercising
🐟 Blacksmith/Inventor
🐟 Swimming and rescuing fish
🐟 Her hobbies being interrupted
🐟 Big crowds and confined spaces

Life Goals/Dreams:
🐟 To live free as herself without boundaries
🐟 Own as many fish as possible and care for them as her children

Personality Summary:
🐟If extraversion was a person, it’d be Sadie. She enjoys conversation with anyone and will talk your ear off. As a result, she can be blunt and intrusive without meaning too. Deep down, she’s incredibly lonely and scared to trust others. Sadly, her curiosity often gets the best of her so she might pry into dangerous waters unexpectedly. Learning is fun for her and she isn't afraid of trying new things. She is often the first to arrive at class and/or training and the last to leave. This also means she’s ambitious and strong willed, leading to her becoming determined to become her own bodyguard. She doesn’t want to rely on others to defend her and became quite invested in training. Her bravery doesn’t have boundaries and she isn’t afraid of standing up for herself or others. Sometimes this lands her into trouble she can’t escape well. Her loyalty is hard won but easy to lose at the slightest scent of betrayal or wrongdoing. Forgiveness is her key to keeping a sane mind, but she won’t endure mindless friendships.

🐟 Sadie’s greatest weapon is her mind. She likes to think through situations. Despite her dreamy aura, she is clever and often surprises people. Her ability to be level headed has saved her in life. Her calmness is an unbreakable force at times. Her heart is big, and she often has to ignore it for her own sanity. She is often underestimated and found to be a bubblehead. Sadie is charming and charismatic which helps her when lying. Often moody, it can be hard to tolerate her.

🐟 Her hyperactivity keeps her up at night so she’s often found wandering the corridors. Sometimes she is her own worst enemy with her impulsivity, indecisiveness and is wishy washy. She doesn’t enjoy being mean and it will upset her for years. Her humor is broad, though she doesn’t tolerate dark humor. Sarcasm flows freely from her when she is aggravated, while sassy could be her middle name if it wasn’t Lucy.

🐟 When she’s on her own and relaxed, her guard comes down to reveal a dreamy and indifference to the heritage she’s entrusted with. Most aren’t aware due to her strong front, but she’s sensitive. If you hurt her feelings, she might not let you know and it will boil under the surface until it explodes and then hell will break loose. Sadie enjoys sparring and placing bets on winning… a habit she ought to kick.

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Background

Current occupation:
🐟 Princess of Varian

Any past occupations?:
🐟 Fish rescuer and aspiring mermaid

Relatives:
🐟 King Alexandre- Father
🐟 Rosa Camille- Mother
🐟 Prince Felix- Brother
🐟 Princess Beatrice- Sister

Skills:
🐟 Strong swimmer
🐟 Hand to hand combat
🐟 Swordsmanship and enjoys throwing daggers
🐟 Inventing and thinking outside the box

History Summary:
Sadie was born as the last Camille sibling. Sometimes forgotten, she was able to do what she wanted. Her parents pushed her to learn her royal heritage and prim her for rule, but soon found she was not fit for the throne. Anything but royalty business was her bread and butter. In her spare time, she could be found by the water and feeding the fish. Her parents eventually allowed her to have her own aquarium she dubbed, “Mermaid Cave.” She’d read every book available in the kingdom regarding mermaids and showed an obsession with them.

From a young age, she showed affinity for inventing things and often broke things so she could put them back together. Sadie enjoys making both practical and nonsensical items. Her favorite things to make are silly and childish that make people laugh. Rivaling that of a blacksmith, she’s become quite skilled at making weapons and inventing new ones. Townspeople laughed at her for her hobby choice, but soon ate their words: her swords proved to be more lethal and durable than any other’s. She also was good at mixing the right plants in creating poisons and antidotes.

When Sadie turned 18, her peaceful life was shattered. A faraway kingdom was threatening theirs. Desperate, Sadie offered to marry their son, Desmond, in exchange for peace. The spark that ignited between the two soon turned into a wildfire. They became inseparable and head over heels… or so it seemed. Little did Sadie know, Desmond was yearning for vengeance.

Throughout their relationship and unbeknownst to Sadie, he was cheating on her. He’d be nice and then turn mean. He always made it up to her somehow. Desmond doted upon her and spoiled her endlessly to help win her trust. Sadie, thinking her life was perfect, soon accepted a marriage proposal from him. After the wedding, the two became close. However, the last day of their honeymoon turned out to be the worst day of Sadie’s life. Desmond revealed he never loved her and then he tried to kill her.

The marriage was called off and Sadie returned home. However, she was seemingly not beaten down. She returned with a vengeance to inventing things and was more extroverted than ever. She busied herself to avoid her trust issues and declining mental health. Sadie also began participating in training for archery, swordsmanship, hand to hand combat and also using knives and daggers. She showed a skill for using blades since archery was harder for her to do.

Her parents didn’t try any marriage with Beatrice either, for they were traumatized as well. They also became quite protective of her and granted her whatever she wanted, though Sadie knew not to take advantage of it. They didn’t force her to take over the throne and even relented that burden entirely. Now, Sadie focuses on rescuing aquatic animals, maintaining her aquarium, and inventing new things for the kingdom and the rest of the world.

[mellowdy]

Lady Priscilla-Rue Edwards

PRISCILLA RUE EDWARDS

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Appearance

Height: 5"9
Weight: 155lb
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Length/Texture: Thick, coarse, and recently made into a bob due to an ill-placed piece of taffy in her hair.
Hair Color: Ginger
Skin Color: Light and peachy
Facial details(freckles, moles, etc): A mole is on either side of her lips, and when she smiles out come the dimples.
Distinguishing features: Everything about her SHOULD be distinguishing-- with all the time she spends planning her outfits she would hate to look anything but. But her eyes catch light seeemingly stronger than others. Her grey eyes catch spotlights under full, fluttering eyelashes. It would be pretty if it were not for her almost permanent scrutinizing glares.
Clothing Preferences:
Priscilla Edwards is a trendsetter. As a patron of the arts she pays attention to the innovative and helps to spread the new fashion to the rest of the nobility-- and thus they trickle it down to the masses. But everyone knows she loves accessories. She loves objects with meticulous details to carve and shape them. Pearls are her favorite to wear-- though she loves stones and crystals too.

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Psychology

Likes:

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☀chocolate covered pretzels ☀running at dawn before the servants come into the fields ☀planning events	☀her own appearance: a true achievement ☀philanthropy, despite the rumors calling her an absolute prissy prick she does care for making Sorian a better place to live. if her father isn't going to get to it in his life time then she will. ☀reading, all of it: philosophic essays, stories, poetry, etc.

Dislikes:

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☁actually getting to know commoners...they're so busy working what interests do they even have.... ☁showing vulnerability ☁the sound of her laugh	☁being compared to others, it is her driving force to become beautiful and thus incomporable ☁being assumed weak due to embracing her femininity-- she still assures she is one of the strongest runners of at-least the city if not weighed down by the layers of her skirt. ☁getting negative critiques

Sexuality: heterosexual

Hobbies:
Shopping
Decorating Cakes
Painting Nails(all her female attendants have pretty hands)
Playing the piano
Reading

Life Goals/Dreams:
To better the living situations of the poor so that all of her lovely Sorian can be as pretty as she wants it to be.
Have a statue put up in her honor for such efforts.

Personality Summary:

Negative experiences in her youth have deepened her already existing insecurity-- but she tries not to let it dampen her ambitions to make a better Sorian. It's already hard to do as a woman, but Priscilla never half-asses her efforts. However, because she strives to never show weakness she can come across as a simple mighty bitch. She is tough but as long as she does not feel pressured by others, she is kind enough to prevent people from feeling as she used to. Hopefully, there are people who recognize that, and they would have to be quite observant to do so as she also likes to be. One must know a situation fully so they can gauge their place in it. Observant in any situation, she is one who finds joy in details. It's made her quite a workaholic-- as much as a noble lady can be.

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Background

Current occupation: Patron of the Sorian Arts College, Socialite Noble, Fundraising Event Organizer for Clear Roads(a charity for improving living conditions and finding jobs for the poor, does have its flaws.)

Any past occupations?:
N/A

Relatives:
Duke Gideon Edwards - Father
Duchess Victoria Edwards - Mother
____ - Siblings?

Skills:
Running
Overthinking social situations
Any ballroom dance and activity suitable for a gathering of nobility
Remembering small details-- nearly to the point of photographic memory.
Decorating

History Summary:
Father threw parties for a week after her birth-- and to attend them, her mother left her daughter's care to the maids. This is not to say they did not spend time with their daughter. She was present with them in public and whenever they were bored. As time grew on it was deemed that she would not be a great beauty like her mother. At first, her mother had more grief than Priscilla herself. She was good with her letters, piano, drawing, and the sciences--it did not matter one bit that her nose was too big and teeth unaligned. In the hopes of being able to find a marriage for her without anyone bearing witness to the unfortunate features she would pass down to her children, Victoria sent her daughter away to boarding school until she grew into a young woman. It was the worst times of her life-- and created a strong bitterness that only made her progress worse. To run away from this, she became dedicated to her accomplishments to bolster her image.

Then came the day when the ugly duckling became a swan. All portraits of her had been ripped down or Priscilla didn't even appear in. And when she looked in the mirror after the wires came out of her mouth, her ears and nose matched the rest of her features, and she had been treated for that unfortunate spine misalignment, she rejected any memory of what she used to look like. But it won't define her.

Priscilla today is a socialite that despite her blunt remarks time and time again-- has her work and family name keeping her present in noble life. If not that, then the few friends she keeps certainly do.

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Questionnaire

History
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?:


"Growing up ugly meant I did not deserve attention from my mother, but at least my accomplishments gave me some praise from my father. I was neglected by my mother but as soon as I became another resource for her to gain pretty things she stifles me with care to preserve me. It's so obvious! I see past it all!"
When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?:


"Our house is too gaudy to find a place of comfort in any space. Our great-grandfather was avid on raising horses and had an old track a bit east. My grandfather eventually purchased more land closer to our estate and thus most of our horsekeeping is there. I still go to the paths of the old tracks to take care of some flowers I grow myself and to run, sometimes watch the sunrise. It's quiet and the old, worn down fences keep most big animals out still."
What were you like in your teenage years?:

"Unappealing. If you had any sense you would have NEVER asked me that! Do you know how many places I could have you blacklisted for trying to humiliate me with remarks on my past! Even now---"
How close are you to your parents?:

"Oh? In public or in private? In any case both of them pick and choose-- my father is close to me in terms of my career and my achievements- and my mom only loves my new beauty and only appears to go to an occasion or shop together. Don't give me that look."
Do you have any trauma that haunts you?:

"They used to make fun of me when I was there. They spilled sticky pudding on my gown. They were all mean and isn't it only because I was ugly that everyone got mad at me for also being mean? I still hear it sometimes-- in my own voice now."
What advice would you give your younger self?:

"Don't eat lunch in the cafeteria."
Were you an obedient child or defiant?:

"Well, I mean-- there weren't many rules to defy? Everyone knows my parents are too busy in their own heads. But...hm hm hm, I defy things when they're stupid and I can do better."
What is your biggest regret?:

"Auditioning to sing a solo for my secondary school's winter fundraising banquet."
Romance
Have you ever been in love? :

"I used to fall in love with the idea of falling in love with someone...But I'm not stupid. Anyone who comes to me now only wishes for status."
What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.:

"I wish they'd have short term memory loss. Any unsightly occasion of mine would always be forgotten, he'd never have time to become tired of me."
How do you display affection? What is your love language?:

"Romantic? I don't. But I always make quality time for my friends and the bestest best of the gifts. I only have few I could give gifts to anyway."
Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:
"The only time I had been kissed was before I grew into myself. It was at the age of 12, I had metal wires to tug a snaggle tooth down and a boy who had been given quite a sum of money for a bet had his lip caught in it. It wasn't on purpose! He caught me by surprise! And DESERVED IT!"
Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?:

"Yes-- not the true love everyone prizes though. People are more shallow than they give themselves credit for, including me."
What does marriage mean to you?:

"Something better in concept than execution. Peoplee write it so beautifully but proven by my own parents is the futility in getting married to fall in love."
Are you currently crushing on anyone?:

"Not really. I don't do anything anymore that doesn't haave a 100% definite chance of success."
Do you ever consider having children in the future?:

"I've resigned myself to it. It seeems to be an inevitable fate."

Personality
Describe your ideal Sunday morning:

"It would be alone. I haven't had one in quite a while-- with brunches and picnics and other events. I'd wake up late and go down to the kitchens to choose what I want prepared for breakfast-- cravings are so fickle you know? I'd dress myself and take a book to read while dipping my feet in one of the ponds we have in the estate. Eventuaally breakfast is brought out to me and I am ready to sit by the piano to compose a piece!"
What kind of person do you aspire to be?:
"I try not to have any expectations of myself to set up for disappointment. I'd like to be proud of the person I am already, it's taken so much work to be this."
What bad habits do you have?:

"I'm told I'm negative. It's a hard habit to break--- but I've been instilled with too much sadness and scrutinity can you blame me!? Why should I have to apologize nowadays for being curt-- I'm being honest and realistic."
If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?:

"Going to boarding school was almost traumatizing, but it made me ambitious. If I had to change anything--- I'd keep my mother from trying to find an arranged marriage for me. I still have to socialize with these pricks who rejected my prospects of being both an unappealing bride and having my gaudy parents as in-laws."
What is your greatest fear?:

"I'm scared my efforts won't work. That everyone will discount me...invalidate me...and to lose this place where I finally fit in in some way."
What are your pet peeves?:

"Too many to list. But I hate people who cut others off the most! Then there are people who take up too much room at a dining table and tall people who sit in front of me at the theater without leaning to a side!"
When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?:
"Alone. It's like-- if I let anyone know I'm truly angry then I lose? But my face seems to make everyone think I'm always in a sour mood."
Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?:

"....Nowadays, tongue. But if Lady Harlow wanted to continue the tussle from boarding school right now I'd finish the job on that stupid necklace she said I copied from her and that stupid face."

[Blizz]

The General

Major General Lyra Carris | 47 | Female

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Appearance

Height
5”8’

Weight
185

Eye Color
Crimson red

Hair Length/Texture
Straight, hanging in twisted ends in the middle of her back.

Hair Color
Black

Skin Color
Pale

Facial details
There is not a blemish to be seen. She could pass as royalty.

Distinguishing features
Her gaze could cut through a solid steel shield, like she sees into your soul.

Clothing Preferences
Pragmatic, like the uniform of a general, or classy.

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Psychology

Likes:
Roses
Travel
Books
History
Duels of skill

Dislikes:
Living too fast
The cold
Braggarts
Violence
Dishonor

Sexuality
Lesbian

Hobbies
Swordplay, political intrigue, and lorekeeping.

Life Goals/Dreams
To stop this bleak cycle before it begins again…

Personality Summary
General Carris is an elusive woman. Despite her military ranking, she holds herself in high enough regards that one might confuse her for a duke’s wife. Status does not win anyone favor with her, she looks to the unseen parts of people to gauge who they are. Any military leader worth remembering knows not to disregard the things they don’t see. She commands an air of respect that implies she would grab a king’s son by the wrist and shout him into oblivion in front of a crowd if he had the nerve to disrespect her. Carris typically comes off as a dignified and reserved woman until spectacles such as that occur. It is common to see Lyra entertaining a conversation with noblewomen with vested interest. Much like a duke looking to lay claim to a beauty, she can rarely resists a pretty face.

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Background

Current occupation
Retired

Past occupations
Major General of a distant kingdom

Relatives
None to speak of

Skills
Mastery of swordsmanships

All things related to riding and caring for a horse

Fathomless worldly knowledge

Speaks languages you’ve never heard of

History Summary

"There is no other way."

"You can't-"

"I have to."

"If you do this, there won't be anything left."

"That is exactly the point."

"There must be some other way, anything else. This- this is insanity."

"What other way would there be? Tell me."

"I don't- I- Listen to me! We'll figure something out!"

"By the time we do, it will be too late."

"...Do you really know what you're doing?"

"Of course. We'll make it out alive."

"You're scaring me with all this."

"I know. I will shelter you when it begins. They won't harm anyone else. I'll make sure of it."

"You can't protect everyone anymore. There are too many."

"I wiil."

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Questionnaire

History

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?:
”In my youth, I was raised to stand up for myself.”

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?:
”I had little safety that wasn’t won or secured. The cellar of my childhood home was turned into my own semblance of a library when I learned to read.”

What were you like in your teenage years?:
”They were so long ago. I can barely recall.”

How close are you to your parents?:
”They are…long dead.”

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?:
”Enough to fulfill a hundred lifetimes.”

What advice would you give your younger self?:
”…”

Were you an obedient child or defiant?:
”I learned to think for myself by the time I could write my name on paper.”

What is your biggest regret?:
”That is a story for another day.”

Romance

Have you ever been in love?:
”Yes… A very long time ago.”

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner?:
”To love again, I would be a different person altogether. There is no one left in this world for me.”

How do you display affection? What is your love language?:
”I enjoy showing myself through my actions and my words. There is a school of thought that battle is the truest form of expression, where the soul is laid bare as the words in a book.”

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:
”I may write a thousand songs, and a thousand more poems. None would ever come to overshadow the majesty of her lips.”

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?:
”I would like to believe if such a thing is true, I might have found it yet again by now.”

What does marriage mean to you?:
”It is a beautiful thing that I have never had the honor of taking part in.”

Are you currently crushing on anyone?:
”No…”

Do you ever consider having children in the future?:
”I unable to bare children anymore. I am not a mother. I never will be.”

Personality

Describe your ideal Sunday morning:
"Peaceful, quiet, solitude. There'd be nothing but the day before me."

What kind of person do you aspire to be?:
"I haven't aspired to be one particular person in years. I've become who I am already."

What bad habits do you have?:
"It is true that I don't believe I'll ever truly love again, but I can't resist a pretty face regardless."

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?:
"I don't have enough words to truly convey the things I would change. There are so many..."

What is your greatest fear?:
"I don't fear anything. Not anymore."

What are your pet peeves?:
"The ego of one who has the gall to think themselves my better without a sense of familiarity between us."

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?:
"I have found that the peace of isolation is what puts my mind at ease the most."

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?:
"My blade."

[PapaOso]

The Sellsword; Cassius Vael of House Damien

House of Damien // 27 // Male

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Appearance

Height: 6’4”

Weight: 200lbs

Eye Color: Storm Gray

Hair Length/Texture:Cas has messy, shoulder length hair pulled back into a lazy braid.

Hair Color: Mostly dark brown with shocks of gray. The premature graying is a trait from his mother’s family and he adores it.

Skin Color: Naturally lightish skin that has been tanned by time spent under a hot sun.

Facial details(freckles, moles, etc): Most notably there is a scar that runs diagonally the distance of his right eye from his forehead to his cheek. The scar is a decade old and as healed as it’s ever going to get.

Distinguishing features: A decently well-groomed beard, eyes that entice many who are fortunate enough to see them, and a smile that could charm a king.

Clothing Preferences: Cassius prefers practicality over elegance. He usually wears leather tunics over an undershirt, riding pants, and weathered but well made boots. Additionally, he owns a suit of decent armor that he uses as a mercenary. I imagine his taste in clothing is going to have to evolve now that he’s entered nobility.

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Psychology

Likes:
🔰 Dogs
🔰 Rain Storms
🔰 Coin
🔰 Competition
🔰 Warm Meals
🔰 Good Drinks
🔰 Good Sex
🔰 Bad Sex
🔰 Good Battles
🔰 Vulgarity
🔰 Challenging Himself
🔰 A Good Song


Dislikes:
🔰 Insincerity
🔰 Heights
🔰 Whining
🔰 Zealotry
🔰 Bigots
🔰 Prudeness
🔰 Beating Around the Bush

Sexuality: Pansexual with penchant towards women.

Hobbies:
🔰 Training
🔰 Drinking
🔰 Hunting
🔰 Eroticism
🔰 The Occasional Good Book

Life Goals/Dreams: Until recently Cas was content with his life. Sure, there has always been ambition bubbling at the surface, but he was convinced that his life was meant to be spent in the blood and muck of battle with other mercenaries. At one point he had aspirations to take over as the commander of the Iron Wolves (the band of mercenaries he was with), but recently things have changed his perspective…and since finding out about the passing of his mother and that he’s the bastard son of a Count his plans have changed drastically.

Personality Summary: Cassius exudes a charismatic, enigmatic, and often unpredictable personality. He's the embodiment of charm, wit, and allure, drawing people in with his magnetic presence and devil-may-care attitude.

He is known for his sharp tongue and penchant for sarcasm, often using quips and clever remarks to navigate through situations, even in the most dire circumstances. His humor is often dark and laced with irony, reflecting his years among the Iron Wolves.

Beneath his charming façade lies a complex individual with layers of vulnerability, pain, and longing. Cassius wrestles with his own demons, haunted by his tumultuous past and the choices he's made throughout his life.

Despite his flaws and occasional ruthless, oftentimes questionable behavior...Cassius possesses a certain allure that makes it difficult for others to resist him. He's fiercely loyal to those he cares about, willing to go to great lengths to protect them...even if it means embracing the darker side of his nature.

He is
🔰 Bold
🔰 Brash
🔰 Arrogant
🔰 Abrasive
🔰 Vulgar
🔰 Competitive
🔰 Lustful
🔰 Hungry

But he is also
🔰 Loyal
🔰 Empathetic
🔰 Open Minded
🔰 Competent
🔰 Pragmatic
🔰 Musical

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Background

Current occupation: 3rd in Command of the Iron Wolves Mercenary Band

Any past occupations?: Stable Hand

Relatives:
Father: Count Calbert Damien (This is new information to Cassius)

Mother: Meredith Vael, a once renowned musician that fell on hard times after the birth of her son. She developed an illness that made singing more and more difficult over the years. She passed away this year, and Cassius misses her songs more than anything in the world

Skills:
🔰 Proficient with an sword/axe & shield
🔰 Capable Archer
🔰 Survivalist & Hunter
🔰 Battlefield Tactics
🔰 Charming in an asshole kind of way
🔰 Singing (though he rarely shares this gift)
🔰 Can drink with the best of them
🔰 He might be a little selfish in life, but he’s definitely not in bed

History Summary: Cassius's early years were a nomadic symphony orchestrated by his mother's life as a traveling musician. He was raised fatherless and independent. Most of his time not on the road was spent on his own exploring whatever village, town, or city the troupe had found themselves that week. It was nothing close to a luxurious life, but it was free…and it was all he had ever known.

Things took an unexpected turn when his mother fell ill and was unable to sing like she once could. They found refuge under the roof of Briar, a stablemaster who had long courted Meredith. While Briar proved a caretaker for Cas’s mother, his bond with the man never blossomed, overshadowed by Cassius's tempestuous spirit. His honesty bordered on bluntness, his emotions bared for all to see, and mischief was his constant companion.

Assigned to Briar's stables, Cassius struggled with roots after a peripatetic childhood, yearning for the open road. Despite Meredith's encouragement to embrace his musical talents, doubt gnawed at his confidence. Yet, where uncertainty lingered in his melodies, his prowess in combat rang clear. Conflict was his chorus, a dance he couldn't resist. So, when the infamous mercenary company known as the Iron Wolves beckoned, he decided to pursue the life of a sellsword and eagerly enlisted.

Departing home at 15, Cassius encountered the harsh reality of mercenary life, its allure tainted by bloodshed and loss. While companions faded, he remained steadfast, carving his path through bloodshed and combat. Amidst skirmishes and survival, he sustained communication with his family, however tenuous and sporadic it might be, and sent a significant portion of his earnings home to ensure his mother and Briar were provided for.

Through the crucible of conflict, Cassius forged his identity, a blend of swagger and savagery. As years bled into a decade, nights were spent in revelry, where wine flowed freely and dalliances beckoned, a fleeting reprieve from the battlefield's embrace.Cassius found himself almost as skilled with his tongue and charm as he was with an axe or sword in hand.

As time went on, Cassius rose through the ranks of the Iron Wolves, carving quite the name for himself among his peers and building a legacy that many he encountered would never forget. His comrades hoped and expected that he would take a role of leadership in the Wolves, but his own trepidation to be locked down by a life of responsibility as well as some…less than ideal incidents that caused him to become disillusioned with mercenary life as a whole led him to pivot away from such a move. The horrors he had witnessed, the blood he had spilled, the dances with death itself..all of these things painted who he was. They left scars on him both physically and spiritually that led him to grow restless. He honestly thought that he would have been happy living the life of a soldier of fortune for all of his days, but something in him craved for more. Something in him wanted substance to his life that he would never find amidst the flames of a warrior’s existence. He hadn’t a clue what that thing was, but he could no longer deny that his very soul was beckoning for something else. Then, everything changed.

The night his mother's passing reached him, the letter sat in his blood-covered hand and mingled with sweat, painting a tableau of grief and regret. Two and a half years had slipped through his fingers, a testament to life's relentless march when you live by the sword. Briar's missive bore news of inheritance and closure. Returning home, Cassius unearthed secrets long buried…a lineage intertwined with nobility. One that his mother had chosen to keep from him.

In the waning light of revelation, Cassius confronted the legacy of his bloodline. He was the son of a nobleman named Calbert Damien, a Count nonetheless. As the past unfurled its tapestry, he stood at the crossroads of ancestry and aspiration, poised to reclaim his birthright amidst a life thus far lived in chaos. The guilt he carried surrounding his mother’s passing and the fact that instead of spending more time with her towards the end he was gallivanting his way around the world. Part of him had known for some time that he had been running from the realities of his mother’s illness. He was a man with no fear, well, aside from the fear he felt facing the mortality of the only person he had ever truly loved…and the only person who he felt could ever truly love him. Meredith was gone, he would never see his mother again nor would he ever hear the beauty of her songs. He was faced with a choice…keep wandering aimlessly through life seeking pleasures and beauty and warfare as a way to numb the truth within, or find his father and face his claim to nobility.

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Questionnaire

History
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: A little of both. He grew up on the road with a loving mother, but the nature of her business led to many hours of Cassius taking care of himself from a young age. He never doubted his mother’s love for a second though, and very rarely felt any neglect though the truth is that there was plenty of it.

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: His mother’s songs always made him feel better. He still dreams of her performances and hears her voice in his memories..

What were you like in your teenage years?: Feisty and constantly getting into fights.

How close are you to your parents?: Never knew his father until recently. Very close to his mother prior to her recent passing.

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: Plenty. He has seen things during his life as a sellsword that have left marks on him both physically and spiritually. He buries it or learns from it, but there’s plenty of unresolved trauma there just waiting to boil over.

What advice would you give your younger self?: Be less trouble for your mother. Sing for her more. Dodge the knife that cut your face…or maybe not, some women love it.

Were you an obedient child or defiant?: Defiant through and through.

What is your biggest regret?: Not visiting his mother before she died.

Romance
Have you ever been in love? : He’s made plenty of love but no…not in the true sense.

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner: Someone willing to love him for who he is. Someone who’s willing to laugh with him, give him as much hell as he dishes out, and not try to change him into something he’s not. Someone who can put him in his place when he’s being an asshole. Someone who doesn’t want to tame him but rather live beside him as an equal.

How do you display affection? What is your love language?: Usually he comes off as an arrogant asshole, but beyond that he likes to flirt and he’s playful with those he cares for. His love language is definitely physical affection, and he has A LOT of affection to give.

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?: Yes, it was with a local farmer’s daughter when he was 11. It took him by surprise.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: No. He believes that love has too much depth to be so simple. Who knows, maybe he’s right or maybe he’s wrong.

What does marriage mean to you?: Nothing, at least not until he meets the one. He finds it limiting.

Are you currently crushing on anyone?: The man and wife he met at the tavern last night.

Do you ever consider having children in the future?: He’d prefer a dog, but deep down in places Cassius doesn’t often admit exist...there has always been a part of him that wants to be a father

Personality
Describe your ideal Sunday morning: If you’ve made it this far I’m sure you can use your imagination. Wink wink

What kind of person do you aspire to be?: Deep…deep down he wants to be a hero. Someone with honor, but that’s not what’s at the surface. For the first time in his life he sees an opportunity for power, and that sure sounds good right now. Only time will tell who he becomes.

What bad habits do you have?: Cursing, spitting, abrasiveness, picking fights, lust, envy, gluttony…you know, most of the bad habits someone can have xD.

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: Visit his mother more often. Sing to her more often.

What is your greatest fear?: He won't admit it, but he’s very afraid of heights.

What are your pet peeves?: People who act better than everyone else just because they have money. People who waste food. Animal cruelty. People who care more about religion than practicality, people who refer to children as “progeny”, ect.

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: He’s better off alone, but he has a bad tendency to search for a fight.

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: He can do both, but it usually ends with his fists.

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Wasun Sjan-dehk

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Wasun Sjan-dehk // 25 \\ Male

The 4th Lesser Marquis of Jafi, under the auspices of High Queen Daraya II and the council of electors
Captain of the Sada Kurau

Forget not our forebears

motto of the Wasun of Jafi

Height: 1.78 m / 5'10"
Weight: 65 kg / 143 lbs
Eye Colour: Dark brown
Hair Length: Medium-short / Coarse
Hair Colour: Black
Skin Colour: Tanned
Facial Features:

• Light freckles and sun spots speckled over his nose and cheeks
• A faded scar running down his left cheek, running almost parallel to his jaw

Distinguishing Features:

• A slight mischievous grin that never seems to leave his face
• Discoloured patches on the backs of both hands, from base of thumb to wrist
• Various healed wounds on his arms, legs, and torso

Clothing Preferences: Anything that's loose and allows him freedom of movement. Preferably, he wears the side-fastened, cross-necked tunic favoured by his fellow Viserjantans. Two layers would be worn; a thin inner layer to wick away sweat, and a thicker, coarser outer layer to take the punishment of daily work. If at all possible, the inner shirt would be raw white, and the outer the yellow of the Viserjantan Commonwealth. Similarly, his pants would be loose to the knee. Below that it would be fastened to his shoes with wraps. A conical, straw-woven hat would sit atop his head; lightweight, but offering adequate shade from the sun.

In battle, he would throw a cut-down suit of lamellar armour over his clothes. Cuirass, shortened tassets, and leather gauntlets. The hat would be replaced with something of a similar shape, but hammered from sheet metal.

Likes:

• His ship, the Sada Kurau
• Gentle seas and following winds
• Hunting pirates
• The rush of combat
• Old books, particularly historical texts and poetry
• Woodwind and string music - the sort one might find onboard a ship
• Simply being on the open water

Dislikes:

• The doldrums
• Spending more time than necessary ashore
• Political and courtly intrigue
• Nobles who have all of the pomp but none of the substance
• Roundabout ways of speaking

Sexuality: Straight, for what it's worth. As it stands, he's married to the damn sea.

Hobbies:

• Playing the flute
• Reading - both old and new texts
• Attempting to write music
• Attempting to write poetry
• Fishing
• Sharpening his combat skills - swordsmanship and marksmanship

Life goals/Dreams: Sjan-dehk's didn't choose a goal as much as he was shepherded into one: to be a good future admiral for his brothers. For what it's worth, he has little qualms with this involuntary goal so long as it keeps him at sea.

However, as with everyone else, he does harbour private desires. For him, it is to sail the open seas as an adventurer of sorts; to explore new lands, meet new peoples, and embark on quests of epic proportions that would undoubtedly make a good song or story years down the line. All of that would, of course, involve the Sada Kurau and his crew. There can be no others.

Personality summary: Irreverent | Friendly | Merciless | Loyal | Unrefined | Generous

Anyone who doesn't know better would find it hard to believe that Sjan-dehk possesses any noble blood at all; the ease with which he inserts expletives into his speech and rough manners with regards to most things would - rather aptly - better belong amongst the drunken crew of a ship or a raunchy tavern. Just as well he prefers the two over courtly events which he finds too stuffy and restrained for his liking. You never know a person until they've drunk themselves silly, as he'd put it.

Still, he is an affable enough man. Quick with his laughs and jokes as he is with his coin. His loyalty, however, that one comes much slower, but once gained will make him a stalwart ally. Slights against you would be slights against him. Gods and ancestors help anyone who brings harm to one of his friends. He'd hunt them as eagerly as he hunts pirates. Very much the first man to jump to a friend's defense and last to abandon them in a fight.

However, that doesn't mean he's quick to draw his swords. Any good captain knows it's better to negotiate a peaceable surrender - of the enemy, that is - than to charge in cannons blazing and blades keen. As much as possible, he'll attempt to defuse tensions through words and perhaps even deals. Only when those fail would he show just how much wanton violence he is capable of.

And he is indeed capable of acts of viciousness. Ask any pirate who have had the fortune to run across the Sada Kurau. They will tell you of a voracious crew led by a merciless captain. The lucky ones die in battle. Survivors would either be made to toil for their former victims under threat of death or, if that is not possible, made examples of to dissuade future pirates. Pirates who dabbled in slavery won't even be taken prisoner; Sjan-dehk would simply fly the red flag of no quarter and slaughter any and all he came across.

Background

The waters of the lowest delta stems from the tallest mountains

attributed to the Kan-soon Book of Songs

Current Occupation: The 4th Lesser Marquis of Jafi; captain of the Sada Kurau

Past Occupation: N/A

Relatives

• Father: Wasun Im-shan, Marquis of Jafi
• Mother: Ohn Sah of Apsha, Lady of Jafi
• 1st Older Brother: Wasun Sai-jom, Lesser Marquis of Jafi
• 2nd Older Brother: Wasun Hara-tahn, 2nd Lesser Marquis of Jafi
• 3rd Older Brother: Wasun Shim-sen, 3rd Lesser Marquis of Jafi
• 1st Younger Sister: Wasun Shi of Jafi
• 2nd Younger Sister: Wasun Idah of Jafi

Skills

• Sailing - rigging, setting sails, etc, etc
• Carpentry - mostly in the realm of repairs
• Navigation - by day and by night
• Naval gunnery - translates well to land gunnery
• Swordsmanship - specifically straight sabres
• Marksmanship - both recurve bow and firelocks

History summary

All beneath the sky and upon the waves have their place, such is the way of Great Harmony

attributed to the Canon of the First Emperor

Every member of the Wasun clan of Jafi has their place. Be it heir, advisor, diplomat, or keeper of the household, their role in the bureaucratic apparatus that kept the march running would have been planned out long before they even quickened in the womb. A masterstroke of long-term planning, if Im-shan dared say so himself. Granted, it was down to pure luck that none of his children had any qualms of their future roles at court and all of them developed qualities beneficial to said roles. It was either that or a testament to the skills of his court tutors.

Sjan-dehk's conception, unexpected as it was, thus proved to be a conundrum. Small as Jafi's court was at the time, there simply weren't any duties left for this fourth son to perform. Of course, there always were lesser positions to fill. Largely managerial and administrative roles that kept the march running on the day-to-day, but Im-shan had no shortage of promising common officials to promote, and who would be very upset should Sjan-dehk be simply dropped into an office they saw as rightly theirs. Putting his own children in positions of his inner court was one thing. Doing the same in the greater court would be asking for an uprising.

With his wife's counsel, Im-shan decided that Sjan-dehk would find his future in the navy. Responsible for the most part of the defense of Viserjanta's western frontiers, Jafi boasted a considerable fleet that could rival the Royal Armada by raw numbers and which was twice as active. An excellent stage for any minor noble with slim chances of peerage to build a name and reputation for himself. If he did well enough, Sjan-dehk might even make admiral by the time Sai-jom became marquis. Even if he were to prove to be a middling sailor, just having a member of the ruling family serving in the navy would be quite the morale booster.

From almost as soon as he could walk, Sjan-dehk was thrust onto the deck of a warship. As a cabin boy, naturally; the lowest post anyone hoping to carve out a naval career could ask for. If his son was to be a sailor under arms, then Im-shan was determined to make him one through and through. There would be no illusions of birthright, no privileges granted over station. Whatever respect and rank Sjan-dehk received would have to be earned the same way as any other sailor - through hard graft, tough work, and time.

For his part, Sjan-dehk took to naval life like a fish to water. Life aboard a rolling deck suited him handsomely. Whether it was mending sails, scrubbing decks, or bringing powder to guns in the heat of battle, he carried out his duties to satisfaction and without complaint. By the tender age of twelve, he was already intimately familiar with the inner workings of a ship from bow to stern and top to keel. Two years later, he earned the sabre of an officer-in-training. One who was rearing to be unleashed on the high seas and upon the Commonwealth's enemies.

That chance came four years later, when dissatisfied nobles launched a rebellion aiming for an imperial restoration. Neutral Jafi attempted to stay out of the conflict, but eventually was forced to choose a side. Throwing its support behind crown and council, Sjan-dehk and the rest of the fleet was sent to campaign against the rebels. Months of intense combat tempered Sjan-dehk into a hardened veteran, but it was only when his initiative and daring proved decisive in the capture of an enemy ship was he promoted to captain. Taking the prize as his command, he renamed it the Sada Kurau and brought it into combat against her former allies.

The war dragged on for five long years. Sjan-dehk proved himself as a capable commander possessing great tactical acumen. As ship after ship fell against him, he used whatever prize money and confiscated loot to re-fit and rearm the Sada Kurau until it was the ship it is today. When the rebels were finally contained on a singular island, Sjan-dehk was sent against the various pirates and slavers who had taken advantage of the turmoil to raid sea lanes and settlements alike. The Sada Kurau soon earned a dubious reputation as a fearsome pirate hunter, but also capable of terrifying savagery against her enemies. Sjan-dehk cared little about such rumours. In fact, he encouraged them; it made his work all the easier if the mere presence of his ship made would-be pirates reconsider their decisions.

With the conclusive end of the war rose a Commonwealth more united than ever. Those who dreamed of a restoration had either been killed or captured in the fighting, or driven in the exile in the immediate aftermath. Crown and court never had more influence in their constituent polities. It was the perfect time to look to other matters. Trade was a top priority, even if only to refill coffers depleted by war.

Caesonia's corner of Eromora had always been known to Viserjantan mariners. In the past, trade there had been limited to the odd merchant willing to risk coin and life to make the long journey. Well, that would soo change. The Commonwealth now sought to make a more permanent arrangement. To facilitate that, they built a massive treasure ship. Only one - the nobility who ultimately had to fund the thing weren't quite as confident about the task at hand as the crown and council.

As for Sjan-dehk, it was hardly his choice to join the Eromoran expedition. He'd much rather continue securing Jafi's waters than follow maps that were at least a decade old to some foreign land. Unfortunately, his mother had persuaded his father to persuade crown and council to have the Sada Kurau attached as an escort. Risky as the mission was, it was no secret that its success would make any man who took part very influential and very rich. Sjan-dehk was a good sailor, a respected captain, and skilled fighter, but he would need a little more than that to truly stand beside his brother as admiral in future.

That was how Sjan-dehk found himself and Sada Kurau bound for Eromora. Whatever personal feelings he had for the mission, he hadn't failed a task given to him before. He surely wasn't about to start.

Q and A

It is a starless night. Pale moonlight filters through heavy, purple clouds. A sure sign of rain, you think. Hopefully your business concludes before the deluge comes. You find the docks quiet save for the distant clamour of rowdy merry-making wafting from a ship a few rows down. Coincidentally, it is the ship you seek. Her sleek hull and tangle of ropes creaks as she bobs in the water, and her lateen sails are neatly furled. Lilting music of pipes and strings, accompanied by slurred songs emanate from its deck. The flickering orange glow of lamps hanging from its yards and masts cast shadows dancing across the woodwork.

"Ah, looking for me, yes?"

The heavily accented voice from behind catches you by surprise. You flinch and turn, papers clutched close to your chest lest they fly away in the landward breeze. Your eyes land on a grinning man. His over-patched clothes have clearly seen better days, and his burgeoning beard at least one or two overdue for a shave. A small cask is tucked beneath his arm and you can hear its contents sloshing from where you stand.

You nod and tell him that yes, you have been looking for him.

"Good timing, no?" He says with a chuckle and strides towards you. "Come, come." Before you can protest, he places a hand on your back and gently ushers you up the gangway onto the deck of his ship. Though you protest and say that you cannot afford time to join in their revelries, one of his crew pulls you around a small cookfire. Another takes the cask from the man. The dangers of an open fire on a wooden ship doesn't escape you, but all the same you are offered a seat on an overturned crate. You say no. The crew look on expectantly. Sjan-dehk - the man you sought - says yes. You sit. A bowl of some strange stew it thrust onto the lap.

"Always best to talk and eat, no?" Sjan-dehk says and those of his crew who understand your tongue nod in assent. They return to their own business. Laughs and music fill the deck. The drawl of strings now take center-stage. "You have questions," the captain says and sits across from you. He opens his arms with a disarming smile. "Ask away."

You suggest somewhere more private. He shakes his head. "No, no. No secrets from my crew," he says. "Anyway, they already know my answers."

You nod and sigh. Better to just get this over and done with. You balance the bowl on one knee while sifting through your papers.

History

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?

"Nurtured, of course," Sjan-dehk replies quickly enough to make you wonder. His next words confirm to you that he has either misunderstood the question or is pulling your leg. "The sea is an excellent mother, no?"

You clarify yourself. You want to know about his family. The grin he flashes tells you that he knew from the start. "Nurtured and neglected both," he says with neither bitterness nor fondness. "They put me on a ship as early as I can remember. When I went ashore, we spent time together. Mother fussed over me as mothers do, but never stopped me from going back to my ship. Father never spoke business with me. Never showed me favour either. Taught me to earn whatever I received. My brothers and sisters and I joked and played and rarely fought."

He pauses. "So yes, that is nurture, no? And growing up at sea, that is neglect, yes?"

You nod and jot down his answer as quickly as you can. You take a sip of the stew with the wooden spoon the crew provided. It is surprisingly hearty and tasty despite its looks. The meat melts in your mouth with just the right amount of salt and other spices you cannot identify.

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?

He looks at you as if you asked a question so silly it stuns him. "Here, of course," he says matter-of-factly, as if it were so obvious. You want to tell him that it is not, but you hold your tongue. You tell him that you want to know about his past, not the present. "Still here," he says, then adds slowly, "I grew up on a ship."

You bite on your lip. He is mocking you, but not undeservedly. He did just tell you as much. You clarify further. What about when he was ashore?

He shrugs. "Anywhere I could see the open sea. Calms me."

What were you like in your teenage years?

Even as you ask the question, you can see Sjan-dehk shake his head and look down between his legs. You think he even looks a little sheepish. "A little shit," he says with a mirthless chuckle. "Everyone is an idiot at that age, yes? I think I was more of an idiot than most. Too eager. Too overconfident. Took too many unnecessary risks, gave too many people headaches. Good thing I grew out of it, no?"

You don't know for sure, but you nod in agreement anyway.

How close are you to your parents?

"As close as I am allowed," he says. You arch a brow at him. That's quite the strange answer and immediately you start to ask if there was some tradition or custom that kept parents at arm's length. He holds up a hand to stop you. "No, no, like I said, I spent most of my time on a ship, yes? Hard to get close with the time I spend ashore. A few days at a time at most, but it is my choice. I prefer the sea. Still happy that I am not...How do you say? Estranged? From my family. They understand. They chose this for me, they have to."

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?

The music grows in volume behind you. Now a veritable chorus has erupted around the two of you. You can see Sjan-dehk mouthing the words beneath his breath as you ask your question. He shrugs. "Cannot think of one that sticks out, sorry," he replies a little too quickly for your liking. He is hiding something, you assume with some degree of confidence. You decide to carefully press him for something more concrete. Surely there has to be something?

He shrugs again. "I fought many battles. Saw many things. After a while you stop noticing these things, yes?"

At that, you decide to drop the matter and move on.

What advice would you give your younger self?

"Oh, that is easy," he replies with a smirk. "To not wish to grow up to be this tall. Troublesome beneath decks."

Were you an obedient child or defiant?

His answer is so quick and firm that it almost throws you off your seat. "Obedient," he says, then pauses. With a twinkle in his eye, he adds, "As defiant as I could. Children will be children, no? Punishments on a ship are harsh and teaches discipline very quickly, but it is everyone's nature to be mischievous sometimes, yes? I did what I was told, but when I was idle...Well, I got into trouble more than once."

What about when he was ashore, you ask. He grins. "A little more defiant."

What is your biggest regret?

For but a moment, the mirth disappears from his face and he exhales through his nose as he leans back. "Whenever we are too slow," he says and avoids your gave. The crew seem to sense their captain's turn of mood and their merriment drops to a quiet buzzing murmur. "Sada Kurau is a fast ship, but sometimes not fast enough. You seen before what pirates and slaves do to people? What they leave behind? You will want to be quick enough to catch them if you have."

That doesn't quite answer your question, but you know you have to approach this tactfully. You ask if there is any such incident that stuck with him.

"Years ago," he replies. "Island called for help. Usually it would be too late to do anything. By the time we get the news and set sail it would be already days after the attack, you know? This time we go there, we see the slave ship getting ready to leave. We chased them but they found winds in their favour and against us. Got away. Never saw that ship again. That island likely never saw the people they lost again, too."

At last, he realises the depressed mood of the crew around him. He jumps to his feet and shouts something in their native tongue, one hand raised in a fist and the other thumping his chest. You don't know what he said, but clearly it did something to the crew as they cheer. Mugs of some sort of booze is portioned and handed out. Someone places one at your feet. Sjan-dehk sits back down and looks at you, the grin back on his face. "That is why we train hard and fight hard. Never let it happen again, yes?"

Romance

Have you ever been in love?

You have been dreading this section ever since he teased you a few questions ago. You already have the feeling that you'll get nothing truthful from the man with regards to this subject. Perhaps it would be best to just go through them as quickly. You ask the first question and already you can see Sjan-dehk's grin widen.

"Of course I have," Sjan-dehk replies and gestures to the sea. Why did you see that coming? "Fell in love the moment I felt her salty kiss and rollicking movements."

You sigh and tell him that's not what you meant. He chuckles and nods. "I know, I know." He sounds almost apologetic but you have doubts that he means it. "No, I have not. Never saw a lady that caught my eye, and never had time for that."

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.

He furrows his brow and scratches his jaw. It surprises you that he is even seriously considering his answer, but you decide not to jinx it by saying anything. "Never thought about it," he admits. "Never had an interest enough, but to answer you, I would like someone who does not mind my absence and my ways. If they would sail with me, even better."

The spark of mischief returns to his eyes as he looks at you. "If you meet anyone like that, you tell me, yes?"

How do you display affection? What is your love language?

"Your people do not speak to show affection?" He asks curiously and face earnest. You almost start to explain that you are not speaking literally when he's unable to contain his laughter any further. Your cheeks heat up. You can't tell if it's out of anger or embarrassment. You don't really care. Sjan-dehk raises both hands in front of him. "Sorry, sorry. Could not resist."

You fold your arms and tell him that this would be finished quicker if he would stop joking. "Ah, but we are having a good time, no? Why would I want to finish things so quickly?" He says. "To answer you, I do not know yet. When I find out, I will find you and tell you, yes?"

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?

You start dreading his response before you even finish the question. As expected, he starts to gesture to the sea but stops when you shoot him a withering glare. He drops his arm. "No, no I have not."

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?

"Of course I do, I told you-" he begins, but stops himself short. You didn't even need to say anything. Perhaps he's not that mischievous after all. That, or even his mischief has its limits. He leans forward. "I do," he replies softly. The surprise from both his answer and the way he says it almost, again, knocks you off your seat. You ask him to clarify. After everything he has told you, you explain, you have the impression that he cares little for anything related to romance.

"You are right," he confirms with a nod. "But love at first sight, that is a good fantasy, no? Something nice to think about when times are difficult. You imagine, you think, you let your mind drift and suddenly everything feels a little lighter. Please, do not misunderstand. It is not something easily found. Not something I expect to happen. Just a nice fantasy to distract the mind every now and then."

You nod slowly. You think you understand. He believes the fantasy but understands it's not reality.

What does marriage mean to you?

He taps a finger on his chin. "Like dropping anchor from a ship?" He asks with faux-innocence. Now that, that almost makes you laugh but you catch yourself just in time. You collect yourself and tell him that it's not always that bad a prospect. He nods and agrees. "Yes, yes, and we all hope for that for ourselves, but a man like me? Too restrictive. I do not think I would make a good husband, yes? Too much time away."

Are you currently crushing on anyone?

"I think you know the answer by now, no?"

Do you ever consider having children in the future?

He nods and that again catches you off-guard. You hesitantly ask if there's a joke that you're not getting, or some euphemism that's unique to his language. "No, no," he says with a wave of his hand. He grins. "You are learning."

Yes, yes you are. You're unsure if that's a good or bad thing. You repeat your question, hoping to get a bit more elaboration out of him. You are not disappointed. "One day, surely, but that day is very far away. Many things to take care of before then, many things I still want to do and have to achieve, you know? A tree without roots collapses in a stiff wind. A tree that burrows deep before growing tall stands forever."

That last part sounds quite scholarly to your ears. You ask where it comes from. "Records of the Venerable Prince of Sukaya," he replies with a dash of eagerness to his voice. "Very interesting book. A lot of insights from Viserjanta's early days."

You jot that down. You ask what he meant by things to do and achieve. Sjan-dehk waves his hand dismissively. "Oh, just places to see, rank to achieve, and adventures to be had."

The answer is frustratingly vague, but you feel that is all you will get from him and so you move on.

Personality

Describe your ideal Sunday morning

"Calm waters and following winds," he replies with a soft smile gracing his lips. His eyes stare into the dancing flames of the cookfire. "Keeps Sada Kurau moving but not so much that we struggle to keep her sails intact. Gentle enough to give us time to relax but not so much it strands us."

You nod. That was what you expected to hear from him. Still, he continues. "Always a good day when I can just read my books or play my flute without worries, you know? Gives my crew time to unwind. Too much struggle and we all go crazy. Even a sword cannot go from fight to fight without sharpening. Then at night, after we have unwound, we will celebrate like we are now to give thanks for a good day and prepare ourselves for the next."

You ask if that adage about the sword comes from one of his books again. He nods and grins. "I tell you, that Records book is full of nice little sayings like that. Perhaps someday you can ready a translated copy. I would recommend it."

What kind of person do you aspire to be?

"A good captain to my men, a good admiral for my brothers," he replies with a shrug. You decide to clarify a little more. You say that you are not asking about his professional life, but the personal. "Ah," he says, but then shrugs again. "Not sure, really. I think just a good man? Someone who does right by those who deserve it, evil by those who deserve it. Someone just and fair and gives everyone a chance."

You point out that 'evil' contradicts 'good'. He laughs. "Well, maybe not a good man. A fair man?"

You grin a little and nod. You tell him that yes, that would fit a little better.

What bad habits do you have?

"Oh, come now," he says. He sounds almost condescending, but you decide to let it slide until he explains himself. "Just as how the songbird praises not its own voice, you should be asking my crew this question." He leans back and opens his arms. "If you ask me, I would say I have none, no?"

You think about it for a moment and realise you have no real answer to that. Either that, or the revelry is beginning to get to your head. Flickering orange glows mixed with lilting music makes for quite the hypnotic combination.

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?

"Drown captain Javisi when I had the chance." Sjan-dehk's answer is quick and so full of malice you worry for a moment. You ask him to elaborate, but it's clear you didn't have to. He was going to anyway. "Saved his life when I was not yet captain. Went our separate ways when we took command of our ships. We fought on opposite sides of the war." He says and you can see his hands start to clench into fists. For a moment you wonder if you should tell him to just drop the matter, but he carries on before you have a chance to even open your mouth.

"That is not what upsets me, you know? War is war. We fight for our sides, but that bastard turned pirate when we pushed the rebels back to Udama. Vicious one. Killed many, many people. Caught him eventually. Still, could have prevented all that if I just left him to drown." He draws in a deep breath when he finishes. He shakes his head, then looks at you sheepishly. "Sorry, it still angers me when I think about it."

You tell him that it's fine. You want him to be honest, after all.

What is your greatest fear?

"To have the wind taken from my sails," he says. You suppose you should have seen that one coming.

What are your pet peeves?

"Where do I begin?" He says and slaps his knee as he leans back. "People who use their rank to get their way, firstly. Dislike it in officers, dislike it even more in nobles." He scratches his head and furrows his brow for a moment. "An untidy ship. Seen many of those. Good thing my crew knows how to keep Sada Kurau neat. You know the sound of scraping metal? That one drives me crazy. Wet footwraps, now that one I have experienced many times. Never got used to it. Unpleasant every time."

He stops himself and looks at you. "Is that enough?" You nod.

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?

"A bit of both is healthy," Sjan-dehk replies almost sagely. "Alone to gather your thoughts. Calm down. Get clear sight. Then with people to forget and recover."

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?

"A good captain uses both," he says with a grin. "My crew is like family, you know? Which family would want to risk each other unnecessarily? If we can take a ship peacefully, all the better for everyone involved, yes? They get to live, we get to win." You point out that the enemy would lose a lot more in such a deal. Sjan-dehk shakes his head. "No, no. Not unless they see death as a better outcome. We give them chance to surrender. If they take it, good. If not, we destroy them."

The ease with which he said such words rattles you slightly. Still, you suppose it's part of his nature as a warship captain. You decide that your time here is done, but when you stand to leave you feel droplets splash upon your flesh. You look up. The crew looks up. Sjan-dehk looks up. A deluge comes down. The cookfire is quickly extinguished. You try to keep your papers dry by hugging them close. The crew doesn't look concerned as they shuffle below decks.

"Bad luck, no?" Sjan-dehk asks nonchalantly as he stands up. "You should stay and wait out the rain. We continue things below decks. You can join us."

You wonder if you should take up the deal. A peal of thunder roars overhead. Lightning flashes in the distance. You nod yes.

[Tpartywithzombi]

Hider

Name: Lady Ariella Edwards
Age:24
Gender: Female

Appearance
Height: 5'2
Weight: 130 lbs
Eye Color: Violet eyes
Hair Length/Texture: Long, down to the base of her back. Natural waves and curls
Hair Color:Fire red
Skin Color: Pale
Facial details(freckles, moles, etc): Freckles over her face, arms and chest. She has hidden scars from her venturing into the woods as a child.
Distinguishing features: Her natural beauty, vibrant green eyes against her pale skin, and bright fire red hair.
Clothing Preferences:

If you were to ask Ariella alone with no one watching or listening then she'd tell you that she would much rather wear as little as possible. She hates wearing shoes and stockings and prefers to feel her toes in the plush grass.

However, if her mother is around then she prefers whatever looks to most expensive. Her clothing needs to be made of the finest silks and fabrics.

Psychology
Likes:
Nature
Being barefoot
Chocolate
Affection and attention
Romance Novels
Fairytales
Singing
Dislikes:
Sad endings
Shoes and stockings
Her parents, but you'll likely never know that
Disappointing people

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Hobbies:
Singing
Reading
Shopping
Life Goals/Dreams:
To find a rich husband, one with stature and power to make her family proud. Her life goals and dreams is to simply make her parents proud of her, even if it means sacrificing any other needs or wants.
Personality Summary:
Ariella is a complicated person.

On the surface, she can appear vain. She is constantly touching up her appearance, trying to make sure she looks her best. No fabric should be out of place, no shine on her nose, really anything that she can control over her looks she will. Many of her event preparations take hours if not a week with planning new looks, and makeup styles and keeping up with the latest fashions.

She comes off as confident and bold with her words. Sometimes like her brother she can rub people the wrong way with her bluntness. However, anyone who can see past this would come to find it's a defense tactic and not truly who she is.

In private, when she is spending time alone normally surrounded by nature, she is generally wearing very little with her feet in the dirt/sand or snow. She really is her true self in nature. She becomes humble, kind, and soft-spoken. She doesn't need to pretend or put on a show, she can just be Ari.

Background:
Current occupation: None, she is a lady.
Any past occupations?: None
Relatives: Duke Gideon Edwards (Father), Duchess Victoria Edwards (Mother), Lady Priscilla-Rue Edwards (Sister) ,Kieran Finnian Edwards (brother)

Skills: Ability to hold a conversation, sharp tongue, and Outdoor survival skills.

History Summary:
Ari was born to a tavern woman who was poor by birth. Her father Duke Gideon Edwards had spent one night with her mother leaving her with a coin to keep quiet. However, her mother fell pregnant with her and sadly passed away during childbirth.

Duke Gideon Edwards was unable to let the child die so he brought her home to his small daughter and son. Ariella, behind closed doors, was made aware of her unfortunate situation. Having become the Dutchess doll that she would tote around and show off not daring to give the impression of what was really going on. Ariella was generally forgotten and cast aside. The only thing that saved her was her natural beauty. Unlike her sister she was blessed with beauty from her mother and the Dutchess would constantly claim Ariella to be hers when it suited her.

Ariella grew up constantly seeking love and affection from her parents, knowing that she was born of another woman she wanted to ensure her place and please her mother's need to dress her up and parade her around. As the years went on she fell into a habit and became almost a spitting image of the Dutchess in so many ways.

Over the years Ariella only really felt at peace when she was allowed her days off. She would venture into the woods and stay there from dusk till dawn and sometimes even fall asleep along the riverbanks. She would spend so much time in the woods she memorized the layouts and knew the best places to rest. She create small little shelters where she would hide her fancy outfits and change into more simple attires as if passing through a veil to another world where she could be herself.

Now as she has grown to age, her mother is insistent she finds a husband. Wanted her to secure the one whose stature and money would bring great status to the family name and to her. Wanting nothing more than to please her mother she agreed to do her duty and find her a husband that she could love and who would love her. However, Ariella is very naive when it comes to love. She will fall in love and out of love quickly, not really knowing what love really is. Having only her parents as her role models, the love she seeks is simply a superficial one, but maybe unknowingly she will fall in love for real. Whatever is in store for her, she will do anything she can to make her mother and father proud.

Questionnaire
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?:
" What a silly question, Do you not see what I am wearing? My Mother and Father are very nurturing. I have the best outfits and handmaids and I am on a very restrictive diet to make sure I keep my figure. "

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?:
" Why would I tell you that? Firstly, A lady never gets upset. However, if I were to seek solace somewhere, well that is for me to know. It wouldn't be much of a sanctuary if everyone knew about it."

What were you like in your teenage years?:
" Like any other teen, I suppose. Crazy about boys, clothing and appearance. I suppose nothing has really changed over the years."

How close are you to your parents?
" Why such personal questions, I don't even know you"
Do you have any trauma that haunts you?:
" Again, I must ask why such personal questions, I don't even know you."
What advice would you give your younger self?:
" Yellow is not your color"
Were you an obedient child or defiant?:
" Obedient, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt anyone."
What is your biggest regret?:
" I don't have any, regrets would mean you did something wrong. "
Romance
Have you ever been in love? :
" I think so, there were a lot of cute boys in our court. They were all very handsome."
What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.:
" Someone of status and money of course. He should be able to provide for our future children."
How do you display affection? What is your love language?:
" Displays of affection are not ladylike. I wouldn't do anything to bring a scandal to my family name. What a silly question. "
Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:
"Of course not."
Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?:
" Yes, I fall in love all the time with men I see. I don't know why I do that is just love. I wish to have something like my parents."
What does marriage mean to you?:
" It is a union where two houses may come together for a common goal. To have children and bring a name for our family."
Are you currently crushing on anyone?:
" Oh heavens no. Not yet anyway."
Do you ever consider having children in the future?:
" Yes, Of course. This is my purpose in life."

[Ojo chan 42]

Yosri Dali Kadir

Name: Yosri Dali Kadir
Age: 22
Gender: male

Appearance
Height: 182 cm ( six feet)
Weight: 78 kilo (171 pound)
Eye Color: green
Hair Length/Texture: his hair falls to just below his shoulder blades,
with a bit of a wave in it
Hair Color: black
Skin Color: olive skinned
Facial details: a small scar cuts his left eyebrow in half. The same scar
seems to have nicked his left cheek. But it not to visable due to the starting
beard he is sprouting.
Distinguishing features: he is light on his feet, so light he sometimes
unintentionally sneaks up on someone. he wears a headband made of gold with a
strange Opal inside it. Most jewelry he wears seems to have a cut of the same
opal in them. the opal changes of colour depending on the light shone on it.
Clothing Preferences: he prefers the colours black and green. With
details of gold embroidered. he does not wear a tulban all that often. instead
he wears his hair down, but braided neatly

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Psychology

Likes:
1: Alchemy
2: Dance and music
3: herbs and plants
4: spicey food
5: gemstones, metals and ores
6: aquiring new intresting ways to further along his knowledge as Alchemist and chemist
7: FROGS!
8: The gods and their stories

Dislikes:
1: bland food. He as a bag with spices he will use on bland food
2: dishonest people and oath breakers
3: snails (yuck)
4: hurting a frog.
5: loud bangs

Sexuality:
bisexual. The gods made both men and women, why stick with only one of the two creations of the gods. ;)

Hobbies:
he can spend days locked up in his room, creating new ways for metal to fuse, or
to create a new type of smokebomb. He loves to dive into the mysteries of this
world, to unravel the secrets the gods have left for humans to discover

Life Goals/Dreams:
To solve the secrets of this world. wheter they are forbidden or not. The gods
made this world, and he wishes to understand it, down to the last undiscovered
insignificant little secret. If he understands something, he can use it to help
humanity along. better the lifes of those faitfull but unfortunate souls at the
bottom of it all

Personality Summary:
Dali prefers to be called by his second name. He is very compassionate, yet
those who know him, know not to strike at him. As he probably knows ten
different ways to kill you, of wich at least four, you have never heard of. He
does not prefer to be the center of attention, but he isnt crowd shy either. He
is a very social man, likes to meet new people and is very open minded. He
places great value on keeping ones word. And will keep his at all costs.

He always tries to see the best in people, their flaws are what makes them
whole. the gods created them as such.
Background

Current occupation: Fakir, a spiritual advisor for the royal family. Or
to any lost soul who needs some advice, gold does not define if you can or
cannot recieve his help.

Any past occupations?:
Acalyte to the great traveling Fakir, Zobeir. who was rumored to sleep on a bed
of nails every night.

Relatives:
Father: Grand Vizier Hafiz Kadir
Mother: Hürrem
Half brothother: Farim Hafiz Kadir
Uncle: Sultan Raif Kadir

Skills:
1: He plays the flute, and to some degree a harp.
2: Potion brewing, medicinal and other uses
3: Negotiation, he is a peacemaker
4: Dance
5: archery
6: Alchemy
7: to some degree, Dim mak ( strikes to the nerves to immobilize your opponement)

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History Summary:
If there was a new book in his fathers library, Dali was there to read it. He
soaked up knowledge like a sponge, and loved to experiment on his own, even from
a young age. He was born to a beloved Concubine named Hürrem. who was quite the
sight with her red hair and green eye's. he grew up under her loving care and
had a happy child hood. Until one day, he began experimenting with chicken poop.
unaware that the sulfer in the chicken poop, could cause and explosion, he went
on experimenting. With the dire consequences as such. The room he was in,
exploded. Smoke twirled through the hall, and his face recieved a scar.

As punishment he was send to live with the head Imam of the god Suna. He spend
the rest of his days living in the great temple of the sun go, studying and
learning rites and secrets. He had always longed for more, to see more and see
what life was like beyond these walls. And he got his chance, when the Fakir,
Zobeir arrived at the sun gods temple. without telling anyone, he followed the
the Fakir on his journy. Starting his own journey around Alidash and learning.
learning about the rich and poor, about the secrets of the gods, his alchemy
florished with the many sources he came in contact with.

He left as a child, but came back as a strapping youth, in his twenties. He
returned for his mother, to see her and to tell her about the world. Hoping he
could advise his father and make him proud, especialy after blowing up his room,
so many years ago. for two years he continued as such, advising the royal family
where he could, asist his father where he could. But that life did not satisfy
him. Not when there were still so many secrets to discorver. And perhaps a lady
to entrust his heart to, for love is the greates gift of god. Yet he had never
really loved someone before.

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Questionnaire

History

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?:
nurtured

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?:
The gardens

What were you like in your teenage years?:
way to curious for my own good.

How close are you to your parents?:
I am very close to my mother, I adore her kindness and learned a
great deal about human nature from her.

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?:
That explosion when I was nine, really made me scared for
anything chicken related for a while. I am still not doing to
well with loud noises

What advice would you give your younger self?:
Stay away from sulfur for another year or so. cleaning up your
room will be hell. Facing father afterwards, will make you wish
for hell.

Were you an obedient child or defiant?:
I had my defiant moments, but I usualy listened to my mother.

What is your biggest regret?:
Suprise, it was not blowing up my room. I once left without a
word, and broke my mothers heart. that is a sound I never wish
to hear again.

Romance

Have you ever been in love?:
I have not yet recieved that blessing from the gods.

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner:
Honesty and loyalty, and their humor should be better than mine.
I have non apparently. through i will do anything to make them
smile

How do you display affection? What is your love language?:
hmmmm, I honestly do not have a good awnser to that. But when I
make love, I make sure my partner enjoys every minute of it. So
I would proabaly make sure you enjoyed yourself.

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:
yes, he was very sweet to me that night. you know what they say
about sand. It got everywhere

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?:
Yes I do. the gods made someone for each of us. I have yet to
find them.

What does marriage mean to you?:
Marriage to me means, the bond between two people, tied
in the eye's of the gods. with vows of love to spend eternity.

Are you currently crushing on anyone?:
I am not.

Do you ever consider having children in the future?:
Oh yes, if I am blessed enough for them. i would love a
child to raise and care for.

Personality

Describe your ideal Sunday morning:
Waking up besides a doe eye'd lover, with a soft breeze blowing
through the room. With the promise of it being a beautifull day.

What kind of person do you aspire to be?:
The one thet gods intended for me to be. To be of help wherever
I can, in whatever manner I must.

What bad habits do you have?:
I can easily lose track of time, and are not known for being on
time. I also enjoy the water pipe a bit to much so now and then.

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?:
Nothing. This path has made me who I am. The gods designed it,
and I will walk it. not without questions, but I will walk it.

What is your greatest fear?:
Losing hope and faith

What are your pet peeves?:
HURT A FROG, SEE WHAT HAPPENS MY HABIBI.
I just cannot stand people who can not eat with their mouth closed.Stop that sound.

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?:
I will retreat myself. To speak my mind to the gods. They never
awnser directly,but I find wisdom in thinking in their precense.

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?
Depends, I never shy away from a fight. I guess that wild
younger brother blood, still flows in my veins.
But if the person is pretty and intrested in speaking some
in private, Alidash style, definetly with the tongue.

[Tae]

Kalliope Arden

Appearance

	Age 24 Gender Female Height 5’2 Weight 127 lbs Eye Color Vivid green

Hair Length/Texture

Falling just below shoulder length with soft waves

Hair Color

Auburn red

Skin Color

Surprisingly tan given her hair color

Facial details(freckles, moles, etc)

Kalliope has beautiful features with soft freckles over her nose, but one striking detail that’s hard to miss is the jagged scars over the left side of her face.

Distinguishing features

Her most distinguishing features are her hair color and the scars on her face. If you look closer you’ll also notice she has quite a bit of scaring over the rest of her body including lashing marks across her back from being whipped in prison.

Clothing Preferences

Most often when people see her in the castle she’s dressed comfortably in dark clothing. Usually a slightly tighter fitting top, dark pants, and dark comfortable boots. Kalliope, however, actually has a love for fashion and clothing. If you were to visit her apartment within the castle and look in her closet you’d find it’s filled with fine dresses and other clothing that’s in style currently. She also has clothing from Caesonia, Varian, and even Alidasht as she likes to where what she wants when she wants and when the mood strikes her.

Psychology

Likes: ☪ Books ☪ Music, especially playing the piano and singing ☪ Fashion, clothing, and jewelry ☪ Sweets, sweets, and more sweets ☪ Her swords ☪ Nighttime ☪ Her own space ☪ Alcohol of all types ☪ Parties ☪ Sunshine Dislikes: ☪ People disturbing her when she reads ☪ Prying people ☪ People that chew loudly ☪ People that underestimate her ☪ Edin, but she tolerates his idiocy ☪ Not having time for herself ☪ Apples Sexuality: Heteroflexible Hobbies: ☪ Reading ☪ Singing ☪ Shopping Life Goals/Dreams: Shh it’s a secret.

Personality Summary:

Kalliope is a complex and multifaceted individual, shaped by her past experiences. She is driven by a fierce determination to reach her life goals, and this drive fuels her every action. She is confident in her abilities and is not afraid to take risks or challenge authority when she sees fit.

Despite her many talents, Kalliope can be quite conceited at times. She takes pride in her many abilities and is not afraid to show it. She enjoys being admired and praised for her skills, and sometimes has a tendency to show off or boast about her accomplishments.

Kalliope's confidence often manifests as a sarcastic and slightly vulgar sense of humor. She has a quick wit and is not afraid to make biting comments or crude jokes when the occasion calls for it. This can sometimes rub people the wrong way, but Kalliope doesn't mind – she knows that she is more than capable of handling herself in any situation.

Beneath her tough exterior, Kalliope has a caring and protective side, especially towards those she cares about. She can be fiercely loyal to those who earn her trust, and will go to great lengths to protect them from harm.
One of Kalliope's defining traits is her secrecy. She is very guarded and does not reveal much about herself or her past to others, preferring to keep her true thoughts and feelings hidden. This can make it difficult for others to get close to her, but those who do earn her trust will find a fiercely loyal friend and ally in Kalliope.

Background

	Current occupation: Works for King Edin, don’t ask questions Any past occupations?: Nosy aren’t we? Does being a prisoner count? Relatives: None, they’re all long gone Skills: ☪ Singing and playing piano ☪ Hand-to-hand combat and bladed weapons training ☪ Does being a charming confident bitch count?

History Summary:

Kalliope is pretty secretive when it comes to her history. If people were to ask her about herself she often informs them that she was adopted and raised in Alidasht by a man who was paranoid and ran the underbelly of Genasea. From a young age she was taught how to fight, sneak around, steal, and basically do anything her father asked of her. She didn’t have a childhood that many would admire, if she messed up or acted against her fathers wishes then she was punished severely. This only served to make her more defiant of him, but she did know her limits…usually.

At one point as a young teenager she got to meet and befriend some of the Alidashtian royals, even growing closer to a few. She supposedly was helping the Grand Vizier with some things and was just another of his servants for a bit. This lasted for a few years until she was 17 years old and she decided she didn’t enjoy doing her father’s bidding and wished to leave. She informed him that she was using the money she’d made over the years to buy her freedom from him, something he often held over her head, but she was not met favorably. He was furious with her, but finally told her if she did one last job for him she would be free to go. She agreed reluctantly and soon was off to complete this last job.

Things went south quickly and she soon found out she’d been framed for the murder of someone near and dear to her. She found his body there, the building on fire, and guards soon surrounding her as she sat over the body in disbelief. She was arrested and found her father there smirking at her. His last words to her were “Perhaps this lesson will teach you to disobey me.” She was then sent to one of the most ruthless and highest security prisons in all of Alidasht, a pit mine many never made it out of.

Heartbroken and furious, she was led through the mines as they explained what she was to do there. She saw starving, sick people who’s spirits were completely broken. The sight only served to break her more, especially when some of the prisoners were even children. Could the Sultan actually know of the conditions here? He didn’t seem like the kind to allow this, could he? She felt sick and she decided she couldn’t live like this. Before the guards knew what was happening, Kalliope had grabbed a pickaxe and she attempted her escape. She killed seven men before she was shot with an arrow and stopped. They didn’t let her die, keeping her alive and making her suffer. She was whipped severely after that and proceeded to spend the next five years there until a little prince decided to free her.

It seemed rumors of her feat in prison had reached a young prince in Caesonia just in time for a special competition the King was holding. Each noble was allowed to present one champion to compete in a series of games. Whoever won would be awarded riches and be gifted a place to live on the palace grounds. They would work for King Edin in a special position and be viewed as almost a lesser noble. Knowing the king would be horrified a criminal was in the competition, let alone that she was a woman, Prince Callum named Kalliope as his champion and she went on to compete. She won, of course, and now has been working for Edin and living in the castle for the last two years. She is often gone, however, as Edin sends her many places for…diplomatic matters.

Questionnaire

History

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?
Well, I certainly wasn't nurtured. My 'father' was a paranoid criminal who only taught me skills that would be useful to him. And don't even get me started on the conditions in that prison. Neglected would be an improvement.

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?
My sanctuary? Ha! When I was upset, I didn't have the luxury of a sanctuary. I had to toughen up and deal with my problems head-on. There was no one to turn to, no place to hide. But if you're asking where I go to blow off steam now, it's usually the training grounds or a good old-fashioned brawl in a tavern. Or maybe it’s getting lost in a good book in my room while eating a bunch of sweets. Or shopping! And maybe parties with Callum and Anastasia.

What were you like in your teenage years?
In my teenage years, I was a bit of a rebel. I didn't like being told what to do and I often acted out against my father's wishes. But I was also very good at keeping secrets and was loyal to those who were close to me. It wasn't until I was thrown into prison that I truly learned the value of true freedom.

How close are you to your parents?
Parents? What parents? I was raised by a paranoid maniac who ran the criminal underworld, if you can even call that parenting. So no, I'm not exactly close to my 'parents' or anyone else for that matter.

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?
pauses for a moment, looking away as if lost in thought Haunts me? No, I wouldn't say it haunts me. But I carry the weight of my past with me every day, and it's shaped who I am now. The years I spent in that pit mine, seeing the suffering of those people, it's not something I can forget. And the betrayal of someone close to me, leading to my imprisonment... it's not easy to trust anyone after that. But I wouldn't say it haunts me. I've learned to live with it, and I've learned to use it to my advantage.

What advice would you give your younger self?
Trust your instincts, little girl, and don’t let fear hold you back. Also seek out trustworthy friends and allies to help you when times get tough…or manipulate them to owe you in the future when you call on them.

Were you an obedient child or defiant?
Oh honey, let's just say that obedience wasn't exactly my strong suit. I was always a bit of a rebel and never liked being told what to do. That's probably why I ended up in prison for a while there. But hey, it all worked out in the end, didn't it? I guess I really haven’t changed much either. smirks as she crosses her arms and leans back into the chair, placing her feet up on the table

What is your biggest regret?
face hardening some, she all but glares at the interviewer Next question.

Romance

Have you ever been in love?
Oh, you mean that warm and fuzzy feeling that makes you want to do stupid things and throw all logic out the window? No thanks, I'll pass. Love is overrated and just another way for people to get hurt.

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.
Oh, so we’re keeping with these questions? Brave soul. Well, they gotta be able to handle my attitude and not be intimidated by a woman who can handle herself. They should also be good in bed, obviously. Oh, and they gotta have some serious coin. I'm not about to settle for some broke loser.

How do you display affection? What is your love language?
Oh please, do I look like a touchy-feely kind of person? My love language is called 'mind your own damn business and don't fucking touch me unless I ask you to.' But seriously, I don't really show affection that much, except maybe with a well-placed insult or a punch to the arm. You gotta earn my affection, and most people don't even come close.

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?
Oh, my dear, sweet summer child. Of course, I've had my first kiss. It was like eating a really delicious piece of chocolate cake, but with more tongue involved. Ah, those were the days.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?
Love at first sight? Please! That's just your eyes getting ahead of your brain. Sure, physical attraction is a real thing, but real love takes time to develop. You gotta get to know the person, see if you're compatible, if you can put up with their quirks and they can put up with yours. So no, I don't believe in love at first sight. But hey, if it works for some people, good for them.

What does marriage mean to you?
Marriage? Hm, I don't know. The idea of being tied down to just one person for the rest of my life seems a bit suffocating. But who knows, maybe I'll meet someone who changes my mind. For now, I'm just enjoying the single life and not worrying too much about it.

Are you currently crushing on anyone?
So goddamn nosy, are you done yet? (open for plotting)

Do you ever consider having children in the future?
Well, honey, I'm not even sure I'll make it to tomorrow, let alone think about children in the future. Besides, do I look like the maternal type to you? But hey, who knows what the future holds, right?

Personality

Describe your ideal Sunday morning:
My ideal Sunday morning? Well, first of all, it has to start with a good book and a cup of hot chocolate. I love to curl up in my favorite armchair and get lost in a good story. After that, I would love to head out for some shopping. There's nothing like browsing through the stores and finding some great deals. Of course, I would need to stop for some sweets along the way, maybe a nice cupcake or some ice cream. And then, in the afternoon, I would love to attend a fabulous party, dressed up in my favorite fashion. So, basically, my ideal Sunday morning involves books, sweets, shopping, fashion, and parties – all the things I love!.

What kind of person do you aspire to be?
I don't like to reveal too much about myself or my aspirations. Let's just say that I have big plans for the future, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to achieve them.

What bad habits do you have?
Honey, I'm perfect in every way. But if I had to pick something, it would be that I tend to indulge in too much sugar and sometimes stay up way too late reading.

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?
Oh, you know, everyone has things they wish they could change. But I prefer to focus on the present and the future, rather than dwelling on the past.

What is your greatest fear?
Oh, you know, just the usual stuff. Spiders, heights, the dark, commitment, and running out of chocolate. Nothing too crazy, right?

What are your pet peeves?
Oh, just a few things. People who don't know how to use their brains, loud chewers, and anyone who tries to talk to me before I've had my morning coffee. Nothing major, you know? Oh! And people who try to pry into my personal life. a deadly smirk plays on her lips as she stares the nervous interviewer down

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?
When I'm in a sour mood, I prefer to be alone. I find that time to myself helps me clear my head and work through whatever is bothering me.

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?
ponders for a moment Both? Both. Both is good.

[Lava Alckon]

Drake Edwards

Drake Edwards | 23 | Male

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Appearance

Height: 5’11”
Weight: 200 lbs
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Length/Texture: Long wavy hair
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Skin Color: White
Facial details: Smooth and well-rounded
Distinguishing features: Cleft chin, prominent jawline, thick eyebrows
Clothing Preferences: Fancy jackets and coats over relaxing fitting shirts, hempen pants with his favorite black leather shoes.

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Psychology

Likes:
Books - “I particularly love a good mystery.”
Plays - “Show me anything, just don’t make it boring!”
Music - “A good wood-based sound is quite literally music to my ears.”
Cleaning -”Believe it or not, it's easier to keep things at my standards if I do it myself.”
Dislikes:
Being patronized - “I know what I’m doing, I promise.”
Being lied to - “It’s not that I’m mad, just betrayed you couldn’t trust me.”
Strong smells - “I just tend to get headaches a little easily if I’m too overwhelmed. Forgive me.”
Paperwork - “It tends to drag on far longer than it should and takes up my entire afternoon on occasion.”

Sexuality:
Heterosexual - "Sorry to all the other gentlemen in the yard, but I'm afraid that is simply not my purview."

Hobbies:
Enjoys nice meals at outdoor cafes - “There’s a certain air of peace about them that really sets my mind at ease.”
Reading books in the privacy of his room or study - “I do find myself enjoying those moments where I can truly be alone with my thoughts for a time.”
Horseback Riding - “My body is a temple and I intend to keep it active, mobile, and well kept for as long as I can.”
Practices calligraphy often - “My penmanship must be paramount if I’m going to be an author and a politician.”

Life Goals/Dreams:
“Truthfully, I do have many errant goals in life. To be an author for one, I’ve read enough to where I’ve started to take an interest in writing myself. Perhaps a coming of age detective has to solve the mystery of his parents murder? Ah but I’m getting away from myself.”

“My father wants the best for this country, as do I, so I intend to try and live a busy political life to make things admirable for our countrymen. My mother also wants the best for our family, so obviously that means marriage is on the table. I do hope it’s at least with someone who likes me rather than just being another accessory to manage on the side.”

“Overall, I’d say I’d like to do well for the country and family both I suppose. A loving wife, a few rugrats running about our halls, and most likely piles upon piles of legislation, ordinances, agreements, treaties, and all sorts of ‘fun’ things for me to sort through. But even as a politician I would still take care of family first. Time for family outings, dinners, and simply time spent together is a must for any future I hold.”

Personality Summary:
“I suppose it would be folly of me to talk about myself in the third person as if I am some end all be all gentleman, so I will let the respectable narrator take over.”

Well that was certainly interesting. Thank you, Drake. As you may see, Drake is a typical gentleman, wanting to please others and keep an appropriate image. He is cool, calm, collected, and tries to stay about emotional outbursts but he is far from perfect. Rumor has it that just the other week he - “Okay maybe don’t share everything, Sir Narrator.” - Okay fine.

He prefers discussion over arguments, and peace over violence. He is also ever eager to learn new things, no limitations! While his favorite topics are typically history and science, he does enjoy all sorts of trivia-based knowledge and has even found himself reading tabloids from time to time to keep up on social happenings. How scandalous! “I’m beginning to trust you less and less…”

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Background

Current occupation:
“Currently, I would say my occupation is ‘Duke in training’. My father still very much holds the title but I am practically responsible for over a third of his work nowadays. Everyday the amount seems to grow…”
Any past occupations?:
“When I was little I was leader of the Sorian Childhood Equestrian Club for a week…I still think it was essentially chore duty with extra ribbons and fanfare but it was something.”

Relatives:
“My mother and father, Duke and Duchess Gideon Edwards and Victoria Edwards, respectively. As well as my lovely siblings. I have a brother in Kieran and two sisters in Ariella and Priscilla."

Skills:
Skilled Handwriting - “I must make sure my letters look good if I am to be taken seriously.”
Horse Riding - “Been riding since I was a young boy. It’s a rather engaging activity, and I’d love to show some of you more about it.”
Boxing - “Only recreationally, I practice with a trainer here and there but it’s not my favorite skill to hone.”
Multilingual - “In my time in the study I’ve taken up a few languages. Nothing quite of the mastery level but I definitely dabble.”

History Summary:
"In short, I am your standard gentleman with a focus on politics and literature. I am a learned individual who certainly isn't perfect, but does his best to perform admirably amongst the higher ups. Despite all that business talk, I do yearn for a passionate romance and a fulfilling life alongside someone else. So do please consider me this season when you're perusing your next set of suitors, ladies."

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Questionnaire

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?:
“Nurtured in some ways, neglected in others. A father’s job is truly a tough one so I understand…would’ve been nice if he attended at least one of my races growing up.”

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?:
“My room. It is a man’s last line of defense against the unyielding world and the stimuli it so uncaringly provides.”

What were you like in your teenage years?:
“More or less the same as I am now. I know it’s a rather trivial answer. Perhaps I was more foolhardy than I care to admit but who wasn’t a little naive in their younger years?”

How close are you to your parents?:
“Moderately. I do try to see them regularly and father has to make sure I stay up to date on his political schemes and ideas. Hard to avoid family when they’re hopes and dreams ride on your back.”

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?:
“Nothing large and impactful. The closest thing I could surmise to be traumatic would be the countless times I’ve been yelled at for not living up to standard, but you get used to it.”

What advice would you give your younger self?:
“Do not let them dissuade you. You are doing well, but keep up your studies.”

Were you an obedient child or defiant?:
“Obedient. Lord knows I did everything I could to not get a thrashing or a chastising.”

What is your biggest regret?:
“Not living enough for myself growing up and not spending nearly as much time with Ari as I should’ve. I hope to change that here soon.”

Have you ever been in love? :
“Here and there, yes, but sadly I’ve been far too busy to capitalize on it.”

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.:
“Honesty, forgiveness, patience, and above all, communication. I am only truly able to see my errors if we talk about them, and I believe the same for whoever I may be with in the future.”

How do you display affection? What is your love language?:
“Solitary time together through meals, hobbies, or simply spending the day away as we talk. Physical presence is what my heart yearns for most.”

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:
“No. I am rather embarrassed to admit my novice level skills at romance but you see, I’ve been quite busy.”

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?:
“How can novelists write such detailed experiences if not for their own personal account? And how would we even know about such a concept if someone hadn’t already experienced it themself? I think that answers your question.”

What does marriage mean to you?:
“Commitment and a promise to someone that you both may create a future together and that your love truly is the deepest one that can be felt. At least that’s what I’d like to believe, but I know modern day society says otherwise.”

Are you currently crushing on anyone?:
“Yes. But I won’t embarrass her by being public about it. Don’t be nosey now!”

Do you ever consider having children in the future?:
“I would hope so, but this is a matter between me and my wife I would imagine.”

Describe your ideal Sunday morning:
“Hopefully the week’s work is finished and I can start the day off with some light food. Perhaps biscuits or some pancakes. Some time spent with a loved one to soon follow and then the rest of the day to do whatever I so please.”

What kind of person do you aspire to be?:
“Someone dependable, who is successful as a father, husband, man, and politician. I want to leave behind a legacy that is talked about for at least a few generations to come. It’s a rather loft goal, I’ll admit. But I intend to be among the best at what I do because that’s what I was raised to do.”

What bad habits do you have?:
“I can’t really turn away a delectable treat or sweet. Not to mention if I really get focused on my work it can be quite hard to get me away from it. I would have what most call a ‘one-track mind’. I simply like to refer to it as a razor sharp focus. What else…I would say that some see my lack of violence or agitation means I am a push-over but I digress.”

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?:
“I would take responsibility for the one time I blamed Ariella for the broken plate. Bit trivial I know but my cowardice that day will haunt me until the day I die.”

What is your greatest fear?:
“Becoming a shell of who I am, or perhaps being swept to the wayside and forgotten as time marches on. It is an inevitable fate, that last one, but I’ll do my damndest to fight it.”

What are your pet peeves?:
“Don’t. Chew. With your mouth. Open. Don’t interrupt me while I talk. Don’t step on my favorite shoes. Mind your manners to the help, and by gods hold your cutlery at least partially well! If I had to get those burned into my cerebral mindset so shall you!”

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?
“My more selfish ego would say myself. But the more sensible side of me knows I would need a sweet or caring soul near me to better ease my poor mood.”

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?:
“I would fight with my mouth if that is the term you wish to use. Sounds a little risque to me, but I suppose that’s the point of it. I prefer the spoken word over physical altercation, but I took boxing classes for a reason, you know.”

[FunnyGuy]

Mr. Deacon

✦ Alexander ✦ 28 ✦ Male ✦

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Appearance

Height: 6 ft
Weight: 190 lbs
Eye Color: Dark brown
Hair Length/Texture: Short, straight
Hair Color: Dark brown
Skin Color: Fair
Facial details(freckles, moles, etc):
Quirks: Mostly keeps a neutral expression but he can't help but smile at someone or something he likes
Clothing Preferences: He dresses conservatively and is typically well-dressed even during mundane occasions

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Psychology

Likes:
✦ His wife means the world to him ❤️
✦ Painting
✦ Meeting new people
✦ Playful flirting
✦ When someone speaks or does what they are the most passionate about
✦ Innocence
✦ Admittance of weakness
Dislikes:
✦ Arrogance
✦ Poor hygiene
✦ Loud noises
✦ Feeling restricted

Sexuality: Hetero

Hobbies: People watching, painting, playing instruments (especially pianos), trysts, taking long strolls with his wife, socializing with all manner of people, reading books,

Life Goals/Dreams: To provide for his wife and eventually cure her ailments. He also seems to improve his life circumstances with his work ethic

Personality Summary: Alexander is a man who seeks the finer things in life, whether it be through connecting to influential people or attending events with the most esteemed. This, however, doesn't stop Alexander from speaking to those less fortunate or the meek. He's a lifelong learner, always intrigued by the new and the unknown. This can come from nearly anyone, and he knows this.

His ability to stand in a circle of those above him comes easily. Alexander holds himself high, while his charm melts away any hint of him being too prideful, even if he is. Alexander can be many things to a person, a friend, a lover, or even a rival. Whichever, it will soon become obvious that Alexander seeks reciprocation. His desire to connect to those around him, to receive the treasure they hold within.

Above all else, he loves his wife, Lianna, a fact that few could ever doubt. Despite his pension for desiring to share a passion with others, she has his heart. Forever? That is a question that rarely but vividly crosses his mind. But for now, she is his anchor, his rock that keeps him on this plane. He feels he owes her the world, despite their circumstances. So until they severed from each other, Alexander will tear down mountains and part the sea to keep the smile he loves so much on Lianna's precious face.

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Background

Current occupation: An artist and a forger

Skills: Patience, being a social chameleon, fencing, lying, sleight of hand, psychological analysis

History Summary: Alexander was born and raised in Caesonia though most can't pin down where. Sometimes he claims to have been born in the slums of Sorian, while other times he claims to be from a coastal village in Veirmont. Either way, Alexander wasn't born with the silver spoon of nobility. Instead, he simply had his charisma and curiosity. Two deadly weapons that allowed him to not only climb out of a world of poverty but to connect to those who had more power than he had himself. To connect to such allowed him the chance to borrow or in some cases, assume this power. Alexander performed this beautifully. He looked out for the little people he could empathize with while playing the larger game with those with influence.

It wasn't surprising when Lianna took notice of the man who appeared as if he could converse with the gods on a level playing field while being the humblest being they had ever met. She was a broker for a trading company and had placed herself in the gray of society. She made deals that teetered between legal and illegal, allowing the business to flourish. In a way she and Alexander were similar. He climbed up high, illuminating brighter as he did, while she climbed, cloaking her misdeeds in darkness. And just as bright light conjured dancing shadows, Lianna approached the bachelor, asking for a dance.

All it took was for the two to speak. To dance… In their words and their actions that night, they found love.

But finding love comes with its challenges. Only a few years after their wedding did both illness and ailment strike. Though Lianna was able to help Alexander, the latter was unable to return the favor. A fate that seemed worse than death befell Lianna, robbing her of both sight and the ability to walk on her own. Alexander could paint every king, queen, and city but still, he wouldn't make enough to support his beloved. All his connections became fickle with his dilemma with his only choice being that of his disabled wife's trade. The light willingly turned to shadows when it dimmed, and Alexander as always, excelled. He worked with not one company but many, becoming a master at his craft. To imitate. To use his own power to influence the goings of Eromora.

Still, he struggled. Attempting to remain who he was but failure gets even the best of people. Failure to keep the light shining. Failure to be the person people expected him to be. It was not because he gave up or was consumed by the dark. Alexander had completely welcomed it. He'd pull down the heavens to protect Lianna. He'd conspire with devils and demons. He'd ruin the lives of the good and just. Make prey of the weak. All for Lianna, for she was the only one who kept him grounded. Tethered.

And so promised her he would continue his climb by any means

Alexander eventually found himself working for a new company. One that valued his expertise. The Black Rose Trading Company.

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Her

Lianna Deacon is 36 years old and was stricken with blindness and paralysis from the waist down during the prime of her years while married to the love of her life. Though Alexander would give her the world, Lianna outmatches him. She'd give up anything to see her husband happy and still considers him the great man she had met when they had joined hands in dance for the first time. Despite her physical disposition, she has cunning mind and does not seem to let her lack of bother her. There are some things she is happy with not seeing. Alexander's intimate relations with other women being one such thing. Though she's accepted it, she wishes she could be enough for him and is not immune to jealousy.

Despite being blind and paralyzed, Lianna has a strong fortitude with Alexander only having seen her cry twice. She is not as sociable as her husband but doesn't mind having an intellectual discussion on subjects such as politics, history, current events, and even magic. Without her sight, she has become quite exceptional at listening. Even a faint whisper may carry to her ears. That and the fact that others have the habit of not seeing her as a threat to their secrets. If only they knew what she was truly like. Who she truly was.

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Questionnaire

History

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: “I'd say both. My parents were incredible but society… it was cold. Unforgiving.”
When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: “The people. You can't find happiness alone.”

What were you like in your teenage years?: “Hahaha! I was… just beginning to see myself. Finding out my place in this vast world.”

How close are you to your parents?: “We don't speak as often but the love remains.”

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: “...... Lianna.”

What advice would you give your younger self?: “Love and trust are not the same thing.”

Were you an obedient child or defiant?: I was good. Sure, I got into trouble on occasion but I did right by my parents, even if they didn't always agree with my decisions.”
What is your biggest regret?: Not being able to help Lianna. There's nothing else more that I wish I had.”

Romance

Have you ever been in love?: “Of course. Many of times. It's an incredible feeling.”

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: I believe the gods have already blessed with her.”

How do you display affection? What is your love language?: “To listen to that what other love is… It's interesting. I very much enjoy it.”

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?: “Yes and it was… maybe I shouldn't tell this tale. It was indeed incredible.”

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: “I do because I've seen it.”

What does marriage mean to you?: “It means to put your all into someone who will put their all into you. It is the purest connection to another and something no one should take for granted.”

Are you currently crushing on anyone?: “There is someone but I want to keep it a secret.”

Do you ever consider having children in the future?: “Perhaps.”

Personality

Describe your ideal Sunday morning: “Taking a stroll through Sorian Park with Lianna by my side. For her to experience the world the best she can makes me happy.”

What kind of person do you aspire to be?: “Hmm…”

What bad habits do you have?: “I try to speak to everyone.”

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: “I would save her.”

What is your greatest fear?: “I have nothing to fear.”

What are your pet peeves?: “I'm not fond of people not taking care of themselves. Physically and socially.”

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: “With others, of course.”
Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: “Both.”

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[Tae]

Torvi Jorviksdottir

Appearance

	Age 26 Gender Female Height 5'10 Weight 160 lbs Eye Color Golden yellow

Hair Length/Texture

Long, wavy

Hair Color

Silver

Skin Color

Fair

Facial details(freckles, moles, etc)

Freckles across her cheeks and nose

Distinguishing features

A scar on her left forearm from a hunt gone wrong.

Clothing Preferences

Torvi favors practical yet elegant attire, often wearing dark-colored tunics, fur-lined cloaks, and leather boots. She favors pants over dresses, but when the occasion calls for it she’ll absolutely wear intricate and elegant dresses. She adorns herself with intricate Viking-inspired jewelry, passed down through generations in her tribe, but keeps it hidden from view when mingling with high society usually. She also almost always carries a sword on her back.

Psychology

Likes: ᚹ The thrill of the hunt ᛖ Exploring nature ᚱ Tales of heroic deeds and ancient legends ᛖ Engaging in combat training ᚹ Her wolf, Fenrys ᚩ Weapons ᛚ Music, art, and reading ᚠ Alcohol of all types Dislikes: ᚹ Arrogance ᛖ Unnecessary violence ᚱ Her anger issues ᛖ Abuse of power ᚹ Ignorance and close-mindedness ᚩ Dishonour ᛚ Misuse of magic ᚠDestruction of nature Sexuality: Heterosexual Hobbies: ᚹ Weapons training ᚩ Studying and learning about myth and lore ᛚ Singing ᚠ Learning new languages Life Goals/Dreams: To protect her tribe, uphold the balance between what’s natural and what isn’t.

Personality Summary:

Torvi Jorviksdottir is a fiercely determined young woman with an unwavering sense of duty and loyalty to her tribe. As a ulfhednar and protector, she grapples with anger issues that stem from her primal instincts. Controlling her emotions becomes a constant struggle, as she fears the devastating consequences of letting her rage consume her. To manage her anger, Torvi relies on the teachings of her tribe's elders and finds solace in nature and the companionship of the dire wolves.

Her fierce protectiveness extends to her loved ones and any she dares call a friend, although she remains reserved and cautious around those she doesn't fully trust. Keeping her true identity and the secrets of her tribe hidden, she navigates the world of high society, where she must balance her emotions while upholding her responsibilities as a guardian of the natural balance. Torvi's journey is one of growth and self-discovery as she learns to embrace her wild nature while preserving her humanity and sense of duty, striving to find harmony between her conflicting selves in the world.

Background

Current occupation: Only daughter of Jarl Jorvik, is ulfhednar and a protector of her tribe Any past occupations?: She was once under consideration to become the next leader of the ulfhednar, but after joining the faction that believed they should integrate into society once again she was denounced from said position. Relatives: Torvi's parents, Jarl Jorvik and Lady Ingrid, lead the Mánifrin Tribe. She has an elder brother named Leif, who is being groomed to take over as the next leader. Skills: ☪ Martial weapons training, archery, and hand-to-hand combat ☪ Singing ☪ Well versed in ancient lore, especially involving magic and creatures

History Summary:

Torvi Jorviksdottir was raised in the seclusion of the Mánifrin Tribe's mountain sanctuary, where she learned the tribe's ancient traditions and the ways of the Ulfhednar, an elite group of warriors known for their mystical connection to wolves and are given a dire wolf pup to connect with. The love and guidance of her parents, especially her father, the Jarl, nurtured her sense of duty and responsibility to protect her tribe and preserve their ancestral traditions.

As a young woman, Torvi's adventurous spirit grew stronger, and she yearned to explore the world beyond the mountains. However, she knew her destiny lay with the Ulfhednar and their sacred mission. Embracing her training with determination, she honed her skills as a Ulfhednar warrior, forging a deep bond with the wolves that were an integral part of their existence. At birth, she was given a dire wolf pup, Fenrys, and they became inseparable companions throughout her upbringing.

Despite her loyalty to the Ulfhednar and the tribe's isolationist ways, Torvi couldn't ignore the unexplainable connection she felt to civilized society. Upon discovering the presence of secret magics in the cities of Varian, Caesonia, and even Alidasht, she began to question the tribe's long-standing seclusion.

In a pivotal moment, Torvi made a daring choice to join a faction within the Ulfhednar that believed it was time for their tribe to reintegrate with society. They saw an opportunity to protect their traditions while engaging with the changing world and finding solutions to the challenges they faced.

Her decision was met with disapproval from the traditionalists of the Ulfhednar, who denounced her as a potential leader of the group. Despite the backlash, Torvi stood firm in her belief that the tribe's survival and the protection of their legacy required adapting to the times.

Now, her life is a delicate balancing act, as she navigates the world of high society in Caesonia while also doing the bidding of the one who has hired her. With Fenrys at her side, she’s ready to take on this new adventure and see what this life really has to offer.

Questionnaire

History

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?
Ah, I grew up nurtured within the lofing embrace of my tribe and my parents, especially my fathah, the Jarl. They, ah…ingrained in me a strong sense of duty and loyalty to protect our people and preserfe our traditions. The bond I shared with my dire volf companion, Fenrys, also played a significant role in shaping who I am today.

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?
When I needed solace, my sanctuary was alfays amidst the lush forests of our mountain sanctuary. There, I found comfort in the company of nature and my dire volf pack. The tranquility of the woods helped me regain my balance and center my emotions.

What were you like in your teenage years?
As a, ah…young woman, I was restless and eagah to explore the world beyond the mountains. I felt a strong…um, curiosity about the outside world, but my commitment to the Ulfhednar and our sacred duty kept me grounded. During that time, my adwenturous spirit grew even strongah, driving me to excel in my training and become a skilled warrior.

How close are you to your parents?
I am wery close to my parents, especially my fathah. His guidance and visdom have shaped me into the person I am today. My mothah, Lady Ingrid, has also been a pillar of support and lofe throughout my life. Togethah, they hafe nurtured my sense of duty and taught me the importance of protecting our tribe and preserfing our ancient traditions.

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?
The scar on my left…ah…forearm from a hunt gone wrong serfes as a constant reminder of my imperfections and the need to control my emotions. The angar issues that stem from my Ulfhednar nature have caused me inner turmoil and moments of wulnerability. I fear that if I lose control, I might harm those I care about or, um, risk the balance I strife to protect.

What advice would you give your younger self?
I would tell my youngar self to embrace both my human and Ulfhednar nature. To accept that it is okay to feel angar and vild emotions but to also learn to channel them purposefully. I would remind myself that it is not veakness to seek guidance and support from those I trust. Most importantly, I would urge my youngar self to cherish the moments with my family and my dire volf companion, for they are the true treasures in life.

Were you an obedient child or defiant?
I was mostly obedient, what is the word…adhering to the teachings of our tribe and my parents. However, there were moments when my adwenturous spirit tempted me to defy the tribe's isolationist vays. Joining the faction that adwocated for reintegration into society was a significant act of defiance, but one I believe was necessary for our tribe's survival and growth.

What is your biggest regret?
My biggest regret is not being able to fully control my angar issues at times. It haunts me to know that my wild nature could potentially harm those I care about or compromise the balance I hold dear. I strife to become a bettah version of myself, to mastah the art of emotional control, and ensure that my actions benefit my tribe and our mission.

Romance

Have you ever been in love?
Lofe has always taken a minor role in my responsibilities as a protectar of my tribe. While I have felt deep connections with some individuals, my focus has always been on upholding the balance between the natural and supernatural worlds. That has not stopped me from dallying, as you say.

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.
In a partnar, I walue loyalty, strength, and a sense of purpose. They must understand and respect the significance of my duty as an Ulfhednar and the sacred bond I share with Fenrys. My dream partnar would be someone who supports and complements my mission, someone I can trust to stand by my side in times of peace and turmoil.

How do you display affection? What is your love language?
As a protectar, I tend to display affection through actions rathar than vords. I show my care and concern by ensuring the safety and vell-being of those I hold dear. My lofe language revolfes around acts of service, and I express my feelings by being there for othars when they need me the most.

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?
Yes, I hafe experienced my first kiss. It was a moment filled with both excitement and nervousness. As our lips met, there was a rush of emotions and a…how do you say…electric sensation that tingled through my entire being. It felt like a magical connection, and I could not help but smile aftervard, cherishing the memory of that special moment.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?
I am not sure if I beliefe in lofe at first sight, as my life has been defined by duty and the protection of my tribe. However, I beliefe in the powar of strong connections and deep bonds that can form between individuals ofer time. Lofe, to me, is a…um…complex and profound emotion that goes beyond mere physical attraction.

What does marriage mean to you?
Marriage, to me, is a sacred union between two indiwiduals who share a deep connection and commitment to each othar. It is a partnarship built on trust, loyalty, and the villingness to face life's challenges together. Marriage would be a significant step in my life, and if the right person comes along, I would approach it with the same dedication and sense of responsibility that I apply to all aspects of my life.

Are you currently crushing on anyone?
My focus remains on my duties and responsibilities, but I cannot deny that certain indiwiduals have caught my attention. However, my feelings take a…what you say is a backseat to my mission as a protectar and the preservation of our tribe's legacy. (open for plotting)

Do you ever consider having children in the future?
While I cannot predict the future, I hafe not seriously considered hafing children at this stage of my life. My mission as an Ulfhednar and protectar requires my full dedication, leafing little room for thoughts of starting a family. However, should, ah…circumstances change, I would embrace whatever path life presents to me with courage and determination.

Personality

Describe your ideal Sunday morning:
My ideal Sunday morning would begin with a peaceful meditation amidst the woods, listening to the sounds of nature and feeling the comforting presence of my dire volf companion, Fenrys. Aftervard, I would engage in weapons training to sharpen my skills and ensure I am evar ready to protect my tribe. Spending time with my family, sharing stories of heroic deeds and ancient legends, would be the perfect way to end the morning.

What kind of person do you aspire to be?
I aspire to be a strong and compassionate indiwidual, someone who can protect and uphold the traditions of my tribe while also embracing the changing world around me.

What bad habits do you have?
I must admit that one of my bad habits is struggling with angar issues. As Ulfhednar, my primal instincts can sometimes ovarpowar my emotions, leading to outbursts of rage. I constantly work on controlling this aspect of myself, as I fear the potential consequences of losing control. I can also be quite stubborn at times...

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?
If I could go back in time, I would change the vay I handled my angar issues in the past. There have been moments when my emotions got the bettar of me, leading to actions that I latar regretted. Not saying I am much bettar now, but I am working on it.

What is your greatest fear?
My greatest fear is that my struggle with angar issues and the primal instincts of my Ulfhednar nature will lead me to harm those I care about or make irrewersible mistakes. Also the Valravn…

What are your pet peeves?
Arrogance. Especially when someone acts superiar and looks down on others. I beliefe in treating evaryone with respect and humility, so arrogance is something that I find particularly irksome.

Another pet peeve of mine is witnessing unnecessary violence or cruelty, especially when it comes to the abuse of power. As a protector of my tribe and a guardian of the natural balance, I despise seeing harm inflicted upon the innocent or the misuse of authority.

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?
When I am in a sour mood, I tend to prefer being alone. During such moments, my emotions can be turbulent, and I find solace in the tranquility of nature or the company of my dire volf. Being alone allows me the space and time to sort through my feelings and regain my balance. It also prevents the risk of inadvertently lashing out at others in my emotional state, as I fear the consequences of letting my angar get the bettar of me. Once I have had a chance to collect myself, I am bettar equipped to interact with others in a more composed and lefel-headed mannar.

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?
As Ulfhednar and a warrior, I am more inclined to fight with my fists when it comes to physical combat. My martial weapons training and hand-to-hand combat skills make me formidable in close-quarters combat, and I rely on my strength and agility to ovarcome adwersaries. Howefer, I also understand the power of words and the importance of diplomacy and communication. While I may resort to physical confrontation when necessary to protect myself or othars, I strive to use my tongue to resolfe conflicts and find peaceful solutions whenefer possible.

[masterducky]

Mie

Mie - 25 - Female

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Appearance

Height: 6’9”
Weight: 200 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Length/Texture: Long, wavy
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Pasty
Facial details(freckles, moles, etc): She has noticeable acne
Distinguishing features: She’s a little dirty, that one tattoo
Clothing Preferences: Whatever she finds lying around

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Psychology

Likes:
Photographs
Rats
Urban Wildlife
Flowers
Recycling
Talking about how she’s a reluctant pescatarian
Cursing

Dislikes:
Trash
Controlling people
Dad jokes, but always makes them
Worms that hide in sand at beach

Sexuality: Yes

Hobbies:
Sewing
Reluctant Fishing

Life Goals/Dreams:


Personality Summary:
Mie is a very untalkative and shy young woman. She’s fiercely independent and uncertain about accepting help. She is someone with a lot of trust issues. Despite her guarded nature, Mie expresses a desire for companionship and a dream of finding a partner who accepts her for who she is. Mie displays compassion towards animals, such as feeding squirrels, and expresses a desire to make others happy. Quirky to those she meets, she curses a lot for a shy person.

She's also easily frightened. It is awfully easy to frighten her and she’s as skittish as a kitten, for unknown reasons even to her. Though you wouldn’t notice it right away, she’s very creative and passionate. She is protective over the beach she walks on and always glares at people who litter on it. She also adores her hobby of sewing and does it obsessively.

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Background

Current occupation: None

Any past occupations?: None

Relatives: None that she knows of

Skills:
Can sew
Can reluctantly fish
Can fly a kite

History Summary:
One day three years ago, Mie awoke on a dock in the city of Sorian with no recollection of who she was or where she came from. At the least, she understood how to speak and basics, and was able to name herself Mie. Since then, she has lived on the streets and by the docks at the beach, trying her best to get from one day to the next. She’s avoided other people out of fear and confusion for the situation she’s in, and always struggled with intense bouts of fear, but she has never known what she’s afraid of exactly.

Luckily, a friendly elderly woman gifted her some sewing tools when she noticed Mie watching her knit on a bench by the beach daily and she quietly allowed the lady to teach her. Now she sews for much of her free time. Mie was also able to pick up fishing watching others at the docks, though this was reluctant as she hates to harm living creatures.

Her life has been the same since then: a homeless girl scared of her own shadow forcing herself to fish to survive.

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Questionnaire

History
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?:
I wish I knew but I'm just kinda me! So uhh like no.
When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?:
Under the docks looking at the barnacles and the tide marks on the sand and poles.
What were you like in your teenage years?:
Reluctant yet foggy, I don't remember much but that's probably a good thing
How close are you to your parents?:
Parents? I was convinced I guess.
Do you have any trauma that haunts you?:
Obviously not
What advice would you give your younger self?:
Don't eat fish
Were you an obedient child or defiant
Knowing me now defiant I hope
What is your biggest regret?:
That one tattooi i

Romance
Have you ever been in love? :
Noo…
What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.:
Umm… Someone that doesn’t mind how I am and… maybe they’re nice to me I guess… I never thought about it. I hope they wouldn’t control my choices, but I don’t know if that’s asking for too much.
How do you display affection? What is your love language?:
I don't know making people happy and doing everything I can, making themstuff and thinking about them.
Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?:
No I'm saving the idea for my first ‘real’ kiss
Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?:
Yes
What does marriage mean to you?:
It's very important to me, and it's something I want
Are you currently crushing on anyone?:
Do you ever consider having children in the future?:
Yes girls.

Personalitay
Describe your ideal Sunday morning:
At the park/beach feeding the squirrels with unsalted peanuts and just fucking off
What kind of person do you aspire to be?:
Me
What bad habits do you have?:
Are you a city guard?
If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?:
I am who I am
What is your greatest fear?:
Walking down the shore and stepping on a fish or getting felt up by a fish
What are your pet peeves?:
I hate when people fucking litter and I hate the worms at the beach
When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?:
Alone with rats

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?:
Tongue

[Apex Sunburn]

Cynwaer 'The Seahawk' Fiachin

Appearance

Cynwaer Fiachin | 32 | Male

Captain of the Remembrance, The Seahawk, and Terror of the Caesonian Coasts

Height: 1.85 meters / 6'1
Weight: 76 kg / 168 lbs
Eye Colour: Mossy green
Hair Length & Texture: Medium / Coarse
Hair Colour: Auburn
Skin Colour: Tanned
Facial Details: Dark freckles across his nose; horizontal scar on his left cheek
Distinguishing Features: None that is known. Cynwaer is very careful to hide any and all features that would make him easy to find.

Clothing Preferences: Cynwaer changes his attire depending on the port-of-call. He dresses as inconspicuously as possible, and always in a fashion that is common to wherever he finds himself. Solid, plain colours are his usual choices, with either minimal or no patterning at all.

Likes:

• Bringing harm to Caesonian nobility
• Fighting for the common man
• Redistributing his spoils to the needy
• Oppressing the oppressors and terrorising the tyrants

Dislikes:

• All nobility, specifically Caesonian nobility
• Injustice of all stripes
• Inequality and inequity
• Greed and avarice
• Sorian

Sexuality: Straight

Hobbies:

• Spending time with his pet Harrier, Neirynn
• Scribbling in his journal
• Reading, particularly political and military treatises

Life Goals & Dreams: The destruction of the Caesonian noble class, the overthrow of the current order, and the death of King Edin and all who allowed such barbarous laws to pass and be maintained

Personality summary: Charismatic || Driven || Unfettered || Ruthless || Partisan || Sensible

To the nobility, Cynwaer is one of the worst criminals to plague the seas. Bloodthirsty, rapacious, and utterly repugnant, he attacks and robs merchant ships with neither compunction nor mercy. Gods help those who he catches sailing beneath a royal standard, for it is they to whom he shows no mercy. The lucky ones can expect to be summarily executed. The unlucky ones can only wish for the mercy of death while they are tortured for sport. Any ship flying any Caesonian flag is considered fair game by this voracious corsair, in fact, and he considers any person serving any court of any noble to have forfeited their lives. To make matters worse, this violent criminal is also a skilled rabble-rouser. His glib tongue pulls throngs upon throngs of the masses to his banner wherever he makes landfall, all lured by promises of so-called emancipation.

To the common folk, Cynwaer is a beacon of hope. For those chafing beneath the boots of the nobility, and those whose fates are controlled by an aloof and uncaring upper class, whatever terror he visits on his victims are, at worst, a necessary evil. Others even call it justice, for why should mercy and compassion be given to those who had none for their own people? And so, to the oppressed masses, Cynwaer - the Seahawk - is a paragon of virtue. With determination and tenacity worth of a knight-of-old, he fights for those who are unable to do so for themselves. Best of all, he remains true to his humble roots despite the fame - or infamy - he has earned. Fair and just, he treats everyone - from pauper to merchant - as an equal, and judges them with temperance and wisdom.

The truth, of course, is a lot more mundane.

Cynwaer is ruthless, but he is not mindlessly violent; he is kind to the oppressed, but he is far from virtuous. Injustice fills his heart with burning indignation and rage, but it is tempered by the vengeful calm chilling his blood. And it is that vengeance which truly drives him. Yes, he fights for the underclass because he empathises with their plight. Yes, his belief in the cause of emancipation is true. But were it not for the vendetta which turned him into a pirate all those years ago, he wouldn't do or believe any of those things. Cynwaer is himself all too aware of that, and it matters little to him. He is, after all, a simple man. He has a goal. He has a mission. What happened to him cannot be allowed to happen to anyone else.

And if liberating the masses and ending the nobility is the best way to achieve that, then, well, that's exactly what he will do.

Background

Current occupation: Corsair

Past occupation: Fisherman

Relatives:

• Cedric Fiachin, Father; Deceased
• Wynne Fiachin, Mother; Deceased
• Cecilia Fiachin, Wife; Deceased
• Nerys Fiachin, Daughter; Deceased

Skills:

• Sailing
• Fishing
• Rigging, ropework in general
• Weaving
• Gunnery; muskets, pistols, and cannons

History Summary

"Beware, you haughty nobles, beware the Seahawk
For he is a creation of your own making
And he will be your undoing."

Drinking Song, location unknown

In another life, Cynwaer would have had everything.

Well, he wouldn't have adventure, but he was hardly the sort of man to ask for such a thing. A simple life was all he ever wanted, and for a while, it seemed like that was exactly what he was destined for. Both of his parents had been fisherfolk, and when they passed, they left their boat, their nets, their lines to Cynwaer, who - as most coastal folk were wont to do - followed in their footsteps. Even in this regard, he had been luckier than most. It hadn't been disease or cruel waves that took his parents. Rather, it was simple age. And while they were alive and spry, they had taught a young Cynwaer everything he needed to know about the ocean and its bounties. And so, while Cynwaer had spent months grieving their passing all the same, it didn't take long or much for him to not only recover, but flourish as an accomplished fisherman in his own right.

In another life, Cynwaer would have been the envy of many men.

On the day he married Cecilia, his childhood sweetheart, his fellow villagers had told him as such. It was something that could have come out of a storybook, they had said. Cynwaer didn't disagree back then, and he still didn't, now. He had known Cecilia when she had been a timid girl who cried during storms and hid from the tides. Falling for, and then marrying, her after she had grown into a daring young woman had felt like a dream. And when Cecilia gave birth to a daughter, Cynwaer felt convinced that he had everything he could ever ask for. In another life, that might have been true. The rest of his days would have been spent working the sea in the day, returning to his family as the sun slipped beneath the horizon, and teaching Nerys - his daughter - the tricks of the trade. When she became of age, he would gracefully retire and live out the rest of his days in peace.

Another life, perhaps, but not this one.

Sorcery ran deep in Cynwaer's blood. He had known that all along - his father had been the one to tell him about their magical ancestry. But it wasn't anything to fret over, the old man had said. The magic was dormant, he had said. Sleeping and inactive. Minor parlour tricks - simple and inconsequential - were about the best Cynwaer could ever hope to conjure, if even that. And that much was true. Aside from performing the odd feat to entertain his drunken fellows every other night, or as a conversation starter, he never found any real use for his meagre abilities.

But in Nerys, the magic awakened. She had only just turned five when she had her first outburst. Had Cecilia not calmed her in time, Cynwaer had no doubts that the gusts she had inadvertently summoned would have turned into an uncontrollable tempest. And it only got worse from there. Nerys might call forth a gale one day, and a premature high tide the next. The magic in her blood might scry every mind she passed against her will, or it might send her into a catatonic state. As she grew older, so too did the magnitude of her powers. Cynwaer and Cecilia had agonised over what to do. The logical solution would have been to send Nerys somewhere away from Caesonia, where her magic might see her imprisoned or worse. But the logical solution was rarely every the easy one, and so the two found every reason to wait and dither and delay, all in the vain hope that one day, Nerys would simply wake up and it would turn out that all this was naught but a passing phase.

The King's men found Nerys before that day came. They came during the night, when all others were asleep. Cynwaer had been the one to open the door, in response to their impatient knocks. Clad in ornate armour and wielding weapons that were fit for a lord, the soldiers had been an intimidating sight. But none of that mattered when they demanded for Nerys to be handed over. Cynwaer had protested. Cecilia had protested in a louder manner. Raised voices turned to shouts. The demands of the King's men turned into threats. The neighbours gathered to watch the commotion, and before long, they too were shouting at the soldiers. The tension had been thick enough to taste. Swords were drawn, pistols cocked, and arrows nocked. Fear had made a home in Cynwaer's heart, but for his daughter, he stood firm.

Then, someone - a soldier, a village, it didn't matter - lost their nerve.

The resulting fight was wholly one-sided, with plenty of blood spilled. Little of it came from the King's men. Fortune, however, had Cynwaer survive the massacre - for that was the only way he could describe it - with only a scar on his face. But fortune, unfortunately, did nothing for his wife and daughter. He found both of them dead amidst a pile of corpses. The very next morning, he buried Cecilia, but couldn't do the same for Nerys. More of the King's men returned at dawn and took her body away. Still in shock from the previous night, and with little fight left in him, Cynwaer could only watch as they wrapped his daughter's body in roughspun linens before unceremoniously loading her onto a cart. He never did find out where they had taken her, or even why they had done such a thing.

What was there for him to do after that?

The grief came, and it went. The sorrow came, and so too it went. Then the rage came, and it refused to leave. It demanded recompense. It cried for vengeance, not only on the soldiers who had killed his family, or the nobleman who sanctioned their actions, or even the King who sat upon a throne of blood and suffering. No, it called for something more. Killing one, killing an entire family, or even an entire city, wouldn't be enough. Not when it was laws centuries old that were the true problem. Not when it was society - a society that abided such cruelty - that needed to be changed. The whole system had to be uprooted, burnt, its ashes scattered to the winds, and a new order - fair and just - built upon its ruins, for Cynwaer to consider his revenge complete, and justice done for Cecilia and Nerys.

And so, he took to the seas. Not as a fisherman, but as a corsair. Learning the criminal trade was by no means easy, but he didn't care. It didn't matter how many times the Caesonian navy sank him. It didn't matter how many times he slipped beneath the murky waves. He would always return. It didn't matter how many times he had to find a new ship or assemble a new crew. There were plenty of people like him - angry, disgruntled, dispossessed, and more than eager to bring the fight to a crown, a court, and a system that treated them like dirt. It didn't matter how much money Caesonia placed on his head. Cynwaer feared neither death nor capture nor torture. Let the crown do as it pleased. He would gladly return the favour. And so long as he still drew breath, Caesonia would know no peace.

In another life, Cynwaer would have been a simple man. But not this one.

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Questionnaire

Questionnaire

History
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?
"Nurtured enough ta' learn, neglected enough ta' figure things out on me own."

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?
"Nae where. If you're upset, go do somethin' about it, aye?"

What were you like in your teenage years?
"Proper mongrel, I imagine."

How close are you to your parents?
"Close enough, aye."

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?
"Aye, the King's bastards murderin' yer whole family's pretty feckin' traumatic."

What advice would you give your younger self?
"Learn how ta fight."

Were you an obedient child or defiant?
"A bit o' both."

What is your biggest regret?
"Should've probably feckin' bottled one o' them soldiers when I had a chance, aye."

Romance
"Aw'right, piss off with these questions, aye?"

Personality
Describe your ideal Sunday morning
"Just set one o' those fancy royal merchant ships on fire this past week. T'was a proper crack, aye."

What kind of person do you aspire to be?
"Whoever the stories say I am, tae be honest. You 'eard 'em? Feckin' ridiculous, I tell yer what."

What bad habits do you have?
"I'm nae tellin'."

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?
"Aye, I'd move the feck awa' frae Caesonia."

What is your greatest fear?
"Ever wondered if that bastard king's wantin' ta live fore'er? Feckin' ghastly thought, aye?"

What are your pet peeves?
"Oh, I'm nae one for pets. Wee Neirynn 'ere's enough for me."

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?
"Others, aye. Preferably Caesonian sailors sailin' for the navy, and preferably wi' 'em afire."

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?
"Both. Nae need tae get tanned if yer can talk it o'er, aye?"

[ReusableSword]

NPC Erik Bjornberg

Erik Bjornberg 48 Male

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Appearance

Height: 6'2
Weight: 230 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Length/Texture: Shaved on the sides with hair combed back in a professional soldier look
Hair Color: Red with a few grey hairs
Skin Color: White
Facial Details (freckles, moles, etc): Just wrinkles of an old man growing tired day by day
Distinguishing Features: A glorious red beard and religious tattoos flowing down his arms telling old stories of sea serpents and fire wyrms.
Clothing Preferences: Professional of a merchant from the Ravenwood Artisan's Guild, preferring muted blue and green colors as not to stand out and blend in.

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Psychology

Likes:
The company running smoothly
Competent employees
A good mug of mead
Dislikes:
Disloyalty
Disruptions
Nobles that think they know everything

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Hobbies:
Woodcarving
Sailing
Farming
Fishing
Firearms

Life Goals/Dreams:
Support the Ravenwood family to the best of my ability
To make the Guild as prosperous as it can be

Personality Summary:
Blunt, supportive, and to the point. Taking on his role, Erik is proficient in knowing how to talk and act around people from the commoners to the kings. All in support of the Ravenwood house that he owes his life to. He can be uplifting sometimes, even near philosophical, pairing a deep wisdom with a sharp intellect. He prefers to try to deescalate situations through words but is not afraid to put his military experience to use.

In private, he is quiet, studious, and keeps to himself, often working on paperwork throughout the night managing both the Guild and his friend Roman Ravenwood. The oaf can get into strange situations sometimes but they will always have each other's back. His loyalty is unwavering but he's not afraid to call out the young lord when he disagrees or thinks the man is doing something stupid. You can always expect blunt honesty from the man.

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Background

Current Occupation:
Sub Manager of the Ravenwood Artisans Guild, second only to Lord Roman Ravenwood.

Any Past Occupations?:
Mercenary

Relatives:
None worth mentioning

Skills:
Merchant
Persuasive, either through charm or intimidation.
Ranged and melee weapon fighting
Intelligence gathering
Observant
Tracking through forest and urban environments
Time management

History Summary:
"Some things are better left in the past. If you really want to know more buy me a pint at the Tough Tavern, then we can talk."

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Other Notable Guild Members: All of whom work under Erik

The Shaman

Astri Lund 28 Female

Responsibilities: Religious leader, medical advisor for minor injuries and symptoms, cultural advisor.

Captain of the Guard

Sven Ekstrom 37 Male

Responsibilities: Assign duty rotations, keep guards on track for training and fitness, managing security and planning for Lord Ravenwood, maintain accountability for guild members as well as their property.

Master Haggler

Glóin Akselson 52 Male

Responsibilities: Manages and works with their merchants to ensure even and fair pricing on merchandise, manages orders and supplies, maintains reports to send out and permits to do business in the city/kingdom.

Master of Scrolls

Sylvi Holmgren 34 Female

Responsibilities: Assists Erik with monitoring reports and information, catalogs all events and reports from rumors to payments, verifies information to see what is actionable intelligence, creates and disseminates false information for counter intelligence.

[PapaOso]

“Mr. Sunshine” Milo St. Claire

⛮ Milo St. Claire ⛮

⛮ Appearance ⛮

⛮ Height: 6’ 2”

⛮ Age: 28

⛮ Weight: 180 lbs

⛮ Eye Color: Hazel, holding an inviting gaze that presents kindness and welcomes vulnerability.

⛮ Hair Length/Texture: Neatly styled and voluminous with waves that add to his sophisticated look.

⛮ Hair Color: Blonde

⛮ Skin Color: Warm, medium beige with a fair undertone.

⛮ Facial details: A chiseled jawline and high cheekbones, which accentuate the structure of his face. A straight, well-defined nose and full lips, with the lower lip being slightly fuller than the upper lip, conveying a subtle sensuality. Deep-set, almond-shaped hazel eyes which are expressive and carry a kind and gentle gaze. He often sports a slight stubble that gives him a rugged yet refined charm.

⛮ Distinguishing features: Inviting aura, captivating smile

⛮ Clothing Preferences: He only dresses in the finest clothing, the glitz and glamor of his ensemble becoming the highlights to the piece of art that is Mr. St. Claire.

⛮ Psychology ⛮

⛮ Likes: Art, inspiration, admiration, tidiness, keeping his body in pique physical condition, making people smile, intimate conversations, and elegant gatherings.

⛮ Dislikes: Banality, ignorance, rudeness, prying eyes, filth, apathy, and people without passion.

⛮ Sexuality: Bisexual

⛮ Hobbies: Painting (specializing in portraits and erotica), sculpting, firearms, cartography, attending social events, indulging in cultural activities, spreading the beauty of art far and wide.

⛮ Life Goals/Dreams: To become the most renowned artist of all time.

⛮ Personality Summary:
Milo is charming and carries himself with a warm demeanor that draws people to him like bees to a blossoming flower. So much so, that the newspapers began referring to him as “Mr. Sunshine”, a nickname that has stuck around despite Milo personally thinking it’s a bit silly. He has been described as eccentric, but mostly it’s his kindness and endearing quirks that bring most to say that he’s a delight to be around.

Despite what the press might say, Milo isn’t always the perfect ray of sunshine he’s painted to be by those that adore him. He has certain eccentricities that come with the territory of being someone so dedicated to their art. He occasionally works strange hours, allowing his muse to guide him in ways that others might find strange. He has been known to isolate when inspiration hits so that he can work on a project for days or even weeks at a time, barely sleeping and only stopping to take care of his physical needs until the piece is finished.

He has certain rituals that he feels compelled to do when he’s not swept up in the throes of his inspiration, such as his daily personal grooming routine where he sees the way he presents him just as much a piece of his art as any of his portraits and sculptures. He treats his body and physical conditioning with the same care, making sure to stay disciplined with his strict (almost extremely so) workouts to make sure that every inch of his body is as athletic, beautiful, and aesthetically pleasing as possible.

Milo can be a bit of a neat freak when it comes to most things, always making sure that every stray splatter of paint or spot of clay is scrubbed from his skin and washed completely from his clothing before leaving his abode.

He has also been known to get defensive when art that he is particularly passionate about is criticized. As someone who puts his heart and soul into each piece, he definitely finds it difficult to detach when dealing with the opinions of others.

⛮ Background ⛮

⛮ Current occupation: As a renowned portrait artist, Milo has built a reputation for himself as one of the most sought-after talents in all the realm.

⛮ Any past occupations?: Unknown

⛮ Relatives: Unknown, but he does have a few retainers in his entourage.

Melburn, His Trusty Carriage Driver

Erkia Sharpe, His Unassuming & Beautiful Hired Protector

Mr. Duval, Milo’s Personal Assistant & Publicist

Quinn, Sommelier Extraordinaire

Athena & Atlas, His Apprentices

⛮ Skills: Painting, sculpting, interior design, firearms, cartography, gourmet cooking, and he seems to have an unnatural luck when it comes to games of chance.

⛮ History Summary:
Milo St. Claire's history is shrouded in mystery, with little known about his early life before he emerged onto the art scene a little less than a decade ago. Despite the lack of information about his upbringing or family background, Milo's meteoric rise to prominence within the artistic community is undeniable. Seemingly out of nowhere, he burst onto the scene with his remarkable talent for capturing the essence of his subjects in breathtaking portraits and sculptures; the papers referring to him as a true overnight success story.

From the moment he first showcased his work, Milo's artistry garnered immediate acclaim, captivating nobility and wealthy patrons alike. His ability to breathe life into his creations, combined with his enigmatic and delightful persona, left an indelible mark on all who encountered his art.

Year by year, Milo's renown only continued to grow, as his captivating pieces found their way into the homes and galleries of the elite.

Despite his swift ascent to fame, Milo remains notoriously private about his personal life, keeping the details of his early years closely guarded. Speculation runs rampant about his origins as well as his love life…and yet, it is that air of mystery that only serves to fuel the allure and intrigue that surrounds Milo St. Claire. His arrival in Sorian has been recently expected and widely anticipated.

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Kira Mapenzi

Kira Tigerlily Mapenzi

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☁ 28 ☁ Female ☁

☁ Poison ☁
☁ Enemy ☁
☁ Anti-Hero ☁

Companions

☁ Liam -- Fox
☁ Maggie -- Raven

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Appearance
☁ 5’10
☁ 140
☁ Topaz
☁ Mid-back, curly
☁ Black
☁ Light tan
☁ Trademark Stoic expression, tattoos across entire body, locket around her neck and bracelet
☁ Floral and open attire; pants with corset top, long flowy dresses and usually clad in black.

Likes
☁ Dusk
☁ Alcohol
☁ Jewelry
☁ Animals
☁ Her family
☁ Being alone
☁ Cloudy days
☁ Music boxes
☁ Weapons/Violence

Dislikes
☁ Magic
☁ Dawn
☁ Loudness
☁ Sunny days
☁ Staying sober
☁ Enclosed/Tight spaces
☁ Insects & creepy crawly bugs

Sexuality
☁ Biromantic

Hobbies
☁ Singing
☁ Swimming
☁ Daydreaming
☁ Reading alone
☁ Arts & Crafts
☁ Dance & Gymnastics

Life Goals/Dreams
☁ Living on an island with her family and pets surrounded by riches and treasures.

Personality
Kira is extroverted and enjoys striking up a conversation with anyone she can. She knows how to be charming and manipulative to get her way. She is flirtatious and arrogant. She is mischievous and enjoys a good laugh, sometimes at others expense. Kira won’t go out of her way to be friendly or kind, but she won’t be mean either unless given a reason. There is a softer side to her resorted for only those she trusts and cares for and is deep down. When resorting to meanness, her malice could kill; at times, she will bite her tongue, but sometimes can't help herself. She is selfish and only looks out for those she cares for; strangers are rare although if they deem useful, she might save them. Her self preservation is fairly strong as well.

Kira has a temper, though she is working on being more level headed. She can be fierce, aggressive and often frightening when angered or in battle. Due to her past, her ability to trust others is severely impoverished, and she has aggression issues. She isn’t the most patient, and often has to distract herself. Bold, brave, and fearless, Kira isn't scared often. She holds back if her life may be in danger, but wouldn't hesitate to throw herself in front of a loved one to save them. She is sly as a fox and can play people like a piano and not blink an eye. She lies often to get out of trouble and spins tall tales.

Kira is fairly intelligent, wise and also cunning. She does not make friends easily and struggles due to becoming insane and unhinged unpredictably. Her humor ranges from stupid jokes to dark and morbid ones. Her tongue is sharp, dry and sarcastic, although she can be witty and playful as well if in the right mood. She struggles with energy and sometimes has a burst and overextends herself. She'll often recuperate by reading or sitting by the ocean, staring out longingly at the horizon.

Current occupation
☁ If you know, you know.

Past occupations?
☁ Mercenary
☁ Assassin
☁ Weapons instructor

Relatives
☁ Mother-Nia - Deceased
☁ Father-Wren
☁ Sister-Maya (Triplet)
☁ Sister-Talia (Triplet)

Skills
☁ Stealth
☁ Resourceful
☁ Combat, land and water
☁ Charming & manipulative
☁ Knives/Daggers/Swordsmanship

History Summary
☁ Captain Nia Mapenzi was known through the Alidasht seas. Native from the Sakha region, she had taken the ocean by storm with her crew, commanding the sea with ease and amassing massive amounts of treasure. Wren, her first-mate, was not only her lifelong confidante but also her partner in both plunder and peril. Together, they were known as the twin flames of the high seas—a power couple whose tales of romance and raids were sung in every port and cove.

However, Captain Nia had also amassed as many enemies as she had treasure, and not just from all her pirating. From birth, she had carried a generational curse that much a magnet for danger as for gold. From her earliest days, this curse controlled her fate, drawing the gaze and greed of friend and foe alike. Yet, those who dared chase the whispers of her curse often found themselves entangled in her web of cunning and courage, outmatched and outmaneuvered at every turn by Nia and her loyal crew. Whispers in taverns and even shanties tell the tale of Captain Nia and her secret.

Then came one fateful evening that Nia and Wren spent together on their honeymoon in the captain’s quarters of their ship- Bahari's Wrath. Soon, Nia was pregnant with triplets. During her birth, enemies attacked their ship. As a result of lack of medical care, Kira’s mother Nia perished from her childbirth and injuries. Heartbroken with three children to care for, he retired from his sea days and went back to Sakha, to live in the city of Yola. Though her two siblings did not inherit the curse, it was evident that Kira did, and for the rest of her life she’d draw in those looking to exploit her the moment they discovered her secret.

Traumatized and haunted, he wanted to prevent Kira from suffering the same fate as her mother. He began teaching her to defend herself from a young age, spending more time on her than with her siblings. He noticed she had proclivity for using swords, knives and daggers and hand-to-hand combat. Kira was also quick on her feet, strong, and stealthy. Though he pushed her to master the arts of archery and firearms, she struggled with both of them. Perfection, he told her, was always out of reach. Kira strove to meet his unrealistic expectations every day, often wearing herself down to the point of exhaustion.

When Kira was ten, her curse was discovered in a public manner and targets were put on the family. Enemies had finally found Wren, the infamous first mate to Captain Nia Mapenzi and they weren’t going to let him get away easily again, especially knowing he had a very special daughter. The added stressor pushed her to train harder to protect her father the way he had protected her. Inevitably, Wren and Kira were confronted by enemies and to Wren’s surprise, she was able to kill some of the attackers and even managed to scare some off with her bloodlust and brutality. It was clear she had inherited her mother’s ruthlessness.

Wren and his children moved to the Varian Kingdom after that incident, but their enemies caught up with them after some months even there. They became vagabonds, moving from place to place often for safety. This lifestyle became Kira’s norm through her teens until she eventually caught the eye of an Iron Wolves member- Orion at the tender age of fifteen. He came to Wren with an irresistible offer: allow Kira to join the Iron Wolves, train and become an assassin and they would protect their family. Her father sealed the deal without asking Kira her opinion and forced her to join, eager to protect her and her siblings. They were especially curious about her curse, and used it to their advantage.

If Kira had not been proficient in fighting, then she would be now as she spent years with the Iron Wolves, engaging in situations of constant violence and high stakes. The protection from the Iron Wolves finally allowed her family to know more peace, but it was all too much for the young mind of Kira.

Nonetheless, as time went on, Kira and her family became more estranged as she became more entangled in the mercenary life. She unraveled as she grew up, because all she knew was violence and bloodshed. Her body count grew as the years went on and she became bloodthirsty. Kira was praised for her actions, and being a mercenary kept her family safe so nothing else mattered.

Brainwashed, and indoctrinated, Kira began to love being a part of the Iron Wolves. She soon rose throughout the ranks, though she had her failures at times especially during her youth. She even made her first real friend within the group. The two became quite close and were often on missions together.

However, over the last year, the friend abandoned her on a high stakes mission and left her alone. The betrayal tore her apart and left her utterly heartbroken. Unable to deal with her emotions, she started to question the Iron Wolves. If they would abandon her and leave her, then who else could she trust?

It was then she was approached by a mysterious figure, offering her the ultimate deal, one that outweighed that of the Iron Wolves. This person not only had the means to protect her family, but to assist her with controlling her curse. Kira accepted the deal and now resides in CaesoNia where her life has unraveled faster than a ball of yarn. Trapped in a deal with the devil, she is consumed by rage and pain. However, even while serving her new master and doing their bidding, Kira still has eyes for her number one target that she refuses to ever quit hunting down.