ExplloAlright. Just know that it's not particularly strong enough to do much harm. However, with your Drow heritage, I'm sure you can do without any real harmful magic considering rogues are crazy ass people, yo.
Accepted!Appearance:Name: Daregim Silverdredger Status: Alive Age: 62 years old (Or Dwarven equivalent.) Race: Dwarf History: Daregim was born to the owners of a small trading business in one of the Dwarven City States. Both of his parents rarely spent on much of anything lavishly; conversely, his parents donated much money to the church, and raised him and his siblings to be just as devout as they were, if not more. Daregim's greatest dream as a child was to be apart of the clergy and to sing the praises of The Mother along with a congregation. His parents, ensuring that their children gained an industrious attitude, made their children work for them and others while they were not being schooled. Daregim rarely had time to play, but when he did, he pretended to be a clergyman taking care of holy artifacts, blessing something or someone, or just singing hymns. For many years he thought that he would become a member of the clergy; so he studied as much as he could about the religion, and had theological dialogue with his local priest. Ultimately, his dream did not come true. Daregim had been travelling with a number of pilgrims to a village on the outskirts of the city-state, when a group of bandits attacked him and the pilgrims. In the chaos of the situation, Daregim saw three people looking about frantically for an escape. A middle-aged Dwarf man, and a Human woman with a young child. After little thought, Daregim helped the mother and child to escape the scene and alert the authorities. In turn, he had done something no Dwarf should do; abandon another Dwarf. Or at least that is what he had told himself. To make up for this lack of action, Daregim banished himself from his City-State, taking some funds with him to live on for a few years and contemplate what he had done. By now Daregim had viewed himself as unworthy of the priesthood. So he decided to do something else with his life. He bought two years worth of weapons training in polearms, shortarms, and shields. His funds running dangerously low, and halfway finished with his two years of training, Daregim hired himself out cheaply as a bodyguard. Given poor equipment on his first job, Daregim used the rest of his money to buy a good shortaxe and shield, sure that all would turn out well. His first job, and nothing eventful had happened. Daregim was paid, and for many years onward, he was a bodyguard for a number of people; eventually he added to his arsenal a pollaxe, and studied how to use it. Daregim eventually set his eye on adventuring, and continues to do so now despite his age. About Them: Daregim grew up in a staunchly religious household; he loves The Mother, and hates Artorias. He doesn't take kindly to blasphemy, and while he can hold his tongue on some issues at times, religion is one of his buttons. He can spend hours talking to clergymen about The Mother. Daregim sometimes likes to poke fun at the serious, though this usually only happens when he has drink in him. While he has no qualms about saving the Human woman and child, he feels deep regret that he didn't save his fellow Dwarf as well. He rarely talks of this event. Weaponry: Finely crafted pollaxe, Shortaxe & kiteshield Etc: None
Aiden stands at 6'1, with a slim, but toned build. His eyes are a brilliant jade and his hair a light brown.
Name: Aiden Haythem
Status: Alive
Age: 21
Race: Human - Greater Human
History: Born in the outskirts of Carthis, Aiden is one of the many descendants of the First Men. Like all Great Men, they are born with a sense of curiosity to the world around them. His father, a mighty Paladin before him, trained Aiden at a young age in the way of the sword. Though it took time, Aiden would soon become a skilled swordsman as he grew. It was when he turned seventeen that he joined The Order, for his father was slain in combat against rogue Shades, their patrol wiped out in the middle of night. Aiden, determined to live up to his fathers name, took up arms and swore an oath into The Order. His sister, on the other hand, is a priestess in The Church. As of recently, Aiden has graduated among the many others into the brotherhood and has now become a freshly made Paladin.
About Them: Brave, strong-willed, and young, Aiden is what you would expect from a Great Man. Although he does get a little cocky and fumed, as he is still young and inexperienced, he is still pure and ready to aid those who would seek help. His skill with the sword is excellent, but far from perfect. As of now, he is learning under Captain Duncan, like many of the new recruits.
Weaponry: Steel longsword and an iron dagger(for emergency situations.)
Etc: He and Elizabeth are siblings.
Name: Elizabeth Haythem
Status: Alive
Age: 19
Race: Human - Great Human
History: Elizabeth was born into the Haythem family, two years after Aiden. Unlike her brother, she took a more scholarly approach to her life. At the age of twelve, she was accepted into The Church as a Priestess in training. When their father had died, Elizabeth would be nearly devastated by this event. It was the Archbishop, Pope Edward, that had persuaded her to stay strong in her faith and to continue her life. Ever since, she has done as much as she can to increase her skill and support Aiden in his training. As of recent, the choosing of a Priestess is soon upon her and the rest of the women of The Church...and she is afraid.
About Them: Elizabeth, unlike her brother who is arrogant and proud, is an extremely calm and well mannered lady. She has always carried a charm about her that could soothe most souls. Whether it is her character or looks is unknown. She is ill-equipped for combat and is even scared of it, but will act if the moment calls for it. She is no stranger to death...
Weaponry: A small dagger, but can use her environment to her advantage as she is not used to combat and never will be.
Etc: She and Aiden are siblings.
Name: Blake Gilfreed
Status: Currently a fresh Paladin for The Order.
Age: 21
Race: Greater Human
History: An orphan found at the doorstep of The Church, he was raised by the priestesses all of his life. At an early age, he was taught how to wield a sword and the values of justice. Although childish and humorous in nature, he sought out become a Paladin and find purpose in his frivolous lifestyle. Throughout his years he trained tirelessly, all to serve his caretakers and return the favor. His twenty-first birthday he finally achieved the status of Paladin and took his place amongst the legendary Paladins of The Order. In his ceremony, he said his good-byes to the loving priestesses whom raise him, packed his belongings, and headed out to the barracks of where the Paladins were located.
About Them: As mentioned in his history, Blake is a satirical character whom always tries to lighten the mood. The priestesses taught him to be courteous ad chivalric in nature, so he’s always apologizing for the slightest of mistakes and is naïve overall (Basically meaning that perverted jokes will most likely fly over his head. Plus he deems all enemies “evil” without haste). Although he sees the priestesses as his true parents (however few did raise him), he still has a slight curiosity as to who are his blood parents.
Weaponry: Steel Short sword and wooden shield.
Etc.: Not applicable.
Name: Kyndaria Val'Sarghress -AKA- The Black Wolf
Status: Alive
Age: 85 - Adult in Drow.
Race: Drow
History: From within the massive city of Dalenarth, Kyndaria Val'Sarghress was born into a family of nobility and military fame. Her mother, known as "The Red Wolf" by her enemies, quickly started to train her only daughter to carry on her name and legacy. What she was taught, she picked up very quickly and was showing a lot of potential, threatening to eventually out skill her own mother. Alongside being taught regular forms of ranged and melee combat, she also learned about elemental magic, or affinity. Her teacher, who was a close friend of her mother, taught her that there are five elemental magics that can be use by the Drow, and that she could only pick one. Many years would pass as she was tuned into effective and relentless solider of the Sarghress. The day came where there was an attempt by the humans to acquire slaves, to work alongside the Vel.
Her mother was not part of the council and could not directly attack the humans, so she sent her daughter to finely test out her skills in a real life or death situation. Those that saw her described her fighting as if it were a setup, as if they were meant to die. Her attacks were fluent, fast, and always made contact with their target. When the battle was over, no Drow had fallen, and out of the ten humans that attacked, none of them survived the defensive onslaught. From that day, she was given the nickname, "The Black Wolf" she enjoyed the sound of it and has stuck with it to this day. Only a couple years ago, her mother died, and with her passing, Kyndaria did not take her mother’s seat upon the council, but stayed in the military as a high ranking commander. Politics were never something she was interested, she would rather be out in the field, defending her people instead of using a pen, hiding behind large stone walls while listening to people complain about their problems.
Personal information: For someone who has seen some of the worst the world has to offer, Kyndaria keeps a surprisingly positive attitude. She greatly cares about her family, friends, the rest of her people, and those she works along side with. She is willing to do whatever it takes to get the mission done, as long as it does not mean she is going to end up getting anyone under her command deliberately killed. Pride, honor, respect, these words describe her both on and off the of the field of battle. Many disagree with her, but mercy is something she can show, even to those who have made an attempt on her life. A quick, clean death, with respect, is what one meets if they are foolish enough to attack her. Sometimes, her dark sense of humor has gotten her into trouble among the higher ranking officials in the military, even though they know they couldn't even raise a finger of discipline at her if they wanted to. Sometimes, when on the battlefield or in the middle of a tense situation, she can be known to crack a joke or attempt to try and help boost morale.
Weaponry: Master Crafted Repeating Crossbow, Master Crafted Long Sword, Spy Scope, advanced first aid and survival kit, engineering kit for small explosives and gadgets.
Misc: Kyndaria is a very interesting and multitalented Drow. Along side all of her other skills, she also knows how to cook, play the harp and lute, as well as craft devices and explosives as an engineer. She has also been trained in advanced first aid, just in case something goes terribly wrong, which it seems it always does. There has been many attempts, but she can out drink a dwarf.
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