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So, here's my Char, hope the CS is ok. If not let me know so I can edit it ^^

Name: Eyja Race: Human Class: Witch Weapon(s): none Aspect: Mutable Essence: Chaotic Good Element: Nature Personality: Eyja is gentle soul. She is peaceful and quiet and tends to drifft off into visions . Her bound with the spiritual world is natural to her, without she wouldn't know what to do. In her couvern she was known for her potions and ointments against all kinds of ill-beeing. Her mental leader is the owl that stands for justice, intuition and an inquisitive soul and is associatied with Vogri, whom she feels connected to. In times of danger or gerat trial the bear will come to her in her dreams, granting her the gifts of patiance and strength – in these times she is a true practitioner of her art. Eyja has also witnessed the wolf in her dreams, an animal that symbolizes comunity, adaptability and sensitivity. Image:

History: Eyja was raised in the couvern, by the couvern. Her mother, a witch herself, died shortly after the birth of her daughter. Howerver the community of wiccan sisters took the sibling in as their own and raised her to be a great witch. With her powers and abilities trained thus she developed a natural assosiation with the heavenly realm which allowed her to recieve visions. However, these visions seldomly show the future, they are bound to the past like the spirits sending them. Eyja could relive lifetimes of memories from these souls. Her sensibility to these visions is the strongest when she is resting. When she turned eighteen her sisters sent her out into the woods for a night beneath the stars. There she met Calfer, her companion eversince. The owl foud the girl as she was watching the heavens, lost in a vision of how this place used to look. As she awakened the animal sat beside her and looked at her. It followed her back to her home where her sisters rejoced for she had found her power animal. He guides her in her ways and moralities and helps her retrieve her grimoire from the sheltered place within her soul. The grimoire is essential to her spellcasting since she wouldn't be able to practice magic without a ritual otherwise. Eyja doesn't practice her magical abilities unless she has to.

Name: Eyja 
Race: Human
Class: Witch
Weapon(s): none

Personality:
Eyja is gentle soul. She is peaceful and quiet and tends to drifft off into visions . Her bound with the spiritual world is natural to her, without she wouldn't know what to do. In her couvern she was known for her potions and ointments against all kinds of ill-beeing. 

Her mental leader is the owl that stands for justice, intuition and an inquisitive soul and is associatied with Vogri, whom she feels connected to.
In times of danger or gerat trial the bear will come to her in her dreams, granting her the gifts of patiance and strength – in these times she is a true practitioner of her art.
Eyja has also witnessed the wolf in her dreams, an animal that symbolizes comunity, adaptability and sensitivity.

History:
Eyja was raised in the couvern, by the couvern. Her mother, a witch herself, died shortly after the birth of her daughter. Howerver the community of wiccan sisters took the sibling in as their own and raised her to be a great witch. With her powers and abilities trained thus she developed a natural assosiation with the heavenly realm which allowed her to recieve visions. However, these visions seldomly show the future, they are bound to the past like the spirits sending them. Eyja could relive lifetimes of memories from these souls. Her sensibility to these visions is the strongest when she is resting.
When she turned eighteen her sisters sent her out into the woods for a night beneath the stars. There she met Calfer, her companion eversince. The owl foud the girl as she was watching the heavens, lost in a vision of how this place used to look. As she awakened the animal sat beside her and looked at her. It followed her back to her home where her sisters rejoced for she had found her power animal. He guides her in her ways and moralities and helps her retrieve her grimoire from the sheltered place within her soul. The grimoire is essential to her spellcasting since she wouldn't be able to practice magic without a ritual otherwise. Eyja doesn't practice her magical abilities unless she has to.



Name: Ilinfer Blacksmith
Age: 28
Race: Human
Profession: Warrior
Weapoms: Sword, Bow and arrow

Special abilities:
Circulus ignis praesidio (engl.: protective circle of fire) For those encircled and protected the flames are cold, for the enimies it sears the skin. It is about 7 inches high and can be drawn around up to three people.
Aureola ignis (engl.: halo of fire) This spell strengthens Ilinfer so that she can strike faster and harder – being blessed by the goddess of fire Ardebit



Name: Elona Thorn
Age: 29
Fields: History, Music

Personality:
Elona is a kind and gentle person that is seldom seen without a smile. She is often too lash with her students, letting them leave early or not controlling homework. Her colleagues have the habit of giving her unseemly tasks they themselves don't like to do. Since she never says 'no' she is the perfect girl for everything.
In the long lunch break Elona is to be found in the music room rather that the break room. The time is spent preparing for her next music lesson, teaching a student or two how to play a few tunes on the piano or in solitary creshendos and overts.

Bio:
Elona grew up in a small house with her parents, brother and family cat Boo. In early childhood her parents quickly discovered he talent for music and let her enroll in piano and later violin classes. Sometimes she would skip school to play music. Although never winning at any contest Elona loved the sounds her instruments made. After graduation she traveled the world for a year, learning about different instruments and their history. In university she chose history and music as her majors, striving to become a teacher and bring others the joy she herself had had. Elonas marks were average and well in the expectations her teachers had for her.

During her life she has had a few fleeting relationships, nothing too serious and somehow she lost interest in her partners quite quickly. She has a good relationship to her brother and parents and misses Boo, who died eventually from old age. Now she is finally teaches history and music at a private school that funds school outings to the museum and opera house regularly. Elona really enjoys these outings - she discoveres something new every time.


Nessa Lycoris

19
Brujah
Celerity(1), Potence(2)



“My life? You . . . you really want to know? Oh, ah . . .” She pulls her gun from the small of her back and balances it on her knee. “Ok, now I feel safe. Now I can talk: It wasn't easy, you know. Dad had the nasty habit of drinking too much and using Mom as a punching bag. I didn't realize what was going on until I was five. That was when they sent me to the neighbours to learn writing and reading so I'd could find work someday. The nice lady asked me if Mom was alright. That's what got everything started.”
She looks down at her gun, tilting her head to one side. “It wasn't that uncommon. What happened at home wasn't uncommon where we lived. As I grew older I grew furious and frustrated. I couldn't protect her – but someone would have to, right? One night I came home from work – I used to deliver newspapers amongst other things – and he was at it again. So I got in-between them, punched the bastard. Mom was screaming, trying to pull me back . . . and Dad just didn't care who he hurt. That was the moment my Mom changed. She started to get all secretive about some things. Clothes would disappear and money.” She smiles and looks up. “In the night she took me away, to a safe house. I have no idea how she managed to find it or establish contact, but she took me there. For the first time we always had a warm meal, a quiet evening , I had a great education and Krav Maga lessons for self defence. I rocked at that, I'll tell ya! We stayed there a few years until I grew too old to stay. When we moved back into that unforgiving area I was 16 and had seen how people should be treated. The violence tore me apart.”
The gun is raised, pointed at the floor and held in both hands. “Whenever I saw children or women get hurt I'd interfere. I couldn't stand it! And I knew how to defend myself! They didn't. Yeah, sure, one or two bastards died in the process. But who cares? It was necessary! At least their children can sort of grow up in peace. Yes, there's the gangs and drugs and all that lot – but if you ask me there doesn't have to be! What's wrong with dreaming of a better world and actively fighting to reach it?” She smiles, replacing her gun at the small of her back and rises. “But that's enough of me. I need to be some place.” With a wink she disappears through the door. 

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Had she known it would end like this . . . Yeah, ok, she would have gone anyway! Lying in the pool of her own blood she looked about. The man lay a few feet away, not moving, not breathing, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. It was dark in the tiny apartment. The bastard had had a gun! With a moan she dragged herself to a wall. She was not going to die like that rat! She was going to die upright, at least sitting! It was hard and took some time. Even as the cold crept through her body she managed to sit up against the wall, the world slowly fading into a blur. 
Flash lights at the door. Then it was burst open. Police? Yeah, seemed like it. A man knelt before her, feeling her pulse. “She's dead!” Nessa was to tired to protest. It was as she felt something pierce her neck that she managed to moan. Then something warm was offered to her to drink. She just had to swallow . . . but what was it? The taste was . . . intoxicating. They took her with them. So they weren't the police. The man carrying her seemed so compassionate! Nessa could have fallen in love right that moment. But she was dying. 
It was the night of her embrace.

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Nessa is a friendly person why has her ideals and fights vigorously 
 to achieve them – no matter the cost. The greater good is what she's aiming for. A world of peace for children to grow up without having to fear their fathers. She's a fighter and very compassionate when it comes to children and woman. Nesse will do anything for her cause and recruits people who believe in it. 
She has an open mind and is honest, to the decree that it might be too honest in the wrong moments. She also has a short temper when it comes to her ideals. Have a different opinion, but don't make it so clear to her that you don't accept hers. She can be vicious!

Personal Goals
Protect those who need protection, regardless if they are human, animal or belong to the cursed.

View on humans
“What I think about humans? Oh, that's simple! You were one too, weren't you? Why should we treat them as lesser race? You dare harm one and I'll be sure finish you in the blink of an eye. You feel me?”

"Mein Leben? Du . . du willst es wirklich wissen? Oh, ah ..." Sie zieht ihre Pistole aus dem Hosenbund und balanciert sie auf ihrem Knie. "Ok, jetzt fühle ich mich sicher. Jetzt kann ich reden: Es war nicht leicht, weißt du. Dad hatte die unangenehme Angewohnheit, zu viel zu trinken und Mom als Sandsack zu benutzen. Ich merkte nicht, was los war, bis ich fünf war. Damals schickten sie mich zu den Nachbarn, damit ich Schreiben und Lesen lerne, damit ich eines Tages Arbeit finden kann. Die nette Dame fragte mich, ob es Mama gut ginge. Damit fing alles an."
Sie schaut auf ihre Pistole hinunter und neigt den Kopf zu einer Seite. "So ungewöhnlich war das nicht. Was bei uns zu Hause passierte, war auch in der Gegend, in der wir lebten, nicht ungewöhnlich. Als ich älter wurde, wurde ich wütend und frustriert. Ich konnte sie nicht beschützen - aber irgendjemand musste es doch tun, oder? Eines Abends kam ich von der Arbeit nach Hause - ich trug unter anderem Zeitungen aus - und er war wieder dabei. Also ging ich dazwischen und schlug den Bastard. Meine Mutter schrie und versuchte, mich zurückzuziehen... und meinem Vater war es einfach egal, wen er verletzte. Das war der Moment, in dem sich meine Mutter veränderte. Sie fing an, einige Dinge zu verheimlichen. Kleider verschwanden und Geld." Sie lächelt und sieht auf. "In der Nacht hat sie mich weggebracht, in ein sicheres Haus. Ich habe keine Ahnung, wie sie es geschafft hat, es zu finden oder Kontakt aufzunehmen, aber sie hat mich dorthin gebracht. Zum ersten Mal hatten wir immer eine warme Mahlzeit, einen ruhigen Abend, ich hatte eine tolle Ausbildung und Krav Maga-Unterricht zur Selbstverteidigung. Darin war ich spitze, das kann ich dir sagen! Wir blieben dort ein paar Jahre, bis ich zu alt wurde, um zu bleiben. Als wir zurück in diese unbarmherzige Gegend zogen, war ich 16 und hatte gesehen, wie man Menschen behandeln sollte. Die Gewalt hat mich zerrissen."
Die Waffe ist erhoben, auf den Boden gerichtet und wird in beiden Händen gehalten. "Wann immer ich sah, dass Kinder oder Frauen verletzt wurden, griff ich ein. Ich konnte es nicht ertragen! Und ich wusste, wie ich mich verteidigen konnte! Das taten sie nicht. Ja, sicher, ein oder zwei Bastarde sind dabei gestorben. Aber wen kümmert's? Es war notwendig! Wenigstens können ihre Kinder sozusagen in Frieden aufwachsen. Ja, es gibt die Gangs und die Drogen und all das - aber wenn du mich fragst, muss es das nicht geben! Was ist falsch daran, von einer besseren Welt zu träumen und aktiv dafür zu kämpfen, sie zu erreichen?" Sie lächelt, steckt sich die Pistole in den Hosenbund und erhebt sich. "Aber jetzt reicht es mir. Ich muss woanders sein." Mit einem Zwinkern verschwindet sie durch die Tür. 

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Hätte sie gewusst, dass es so enden würde... Ja, ok, sie wäre sowieso hingegangen! Als sie in der Lache ihres eigenen Blutes lag, sah sie sich um. Der Mann lag ein paar Meter entfernt, bewegte sich nicht, atmete nicht und starrte mit leeren Augen an die Decke. Es war dunkel in der winzigen Wohnung. Der Bastard hatte eine Waffe gehabt! Mit einem Stöhnen zog sie sich an eine Wand. Sie wollte nicht wie diese Ratte sterben! Sie wollte aufrecht sterben, zumindest im Sitzen! Es war schwer und dauerte einige Zeit. Selbst als die Kälte durch ihren Körper kroch, schaffte sie es, sich an der Wand aufzurichten, und die Welt verschwamm langsam in der Unschärfe. 
Blitzlichtgewitter an der Tür. Dann wurde sie aufgesprengt. Polizei? Ja, es schien so. Ein Mann kniete vor ihr und fühlte ihren Puls. "Sie ist tot!" Nessa war zu müde, um zu protestieren. Erst als sie spürte, wie etwas ihren Hals durchbohrte, schaffte sie es, zu stöhnen. Dann wurde ihr etwas Warmes zu trinken angeboten. Sie musste einfach schlucken ... aber was war es? Der Geschmack war ... berauschend. Sie nahmen sie mit. Es war also nicht die Polizei. Der Mann, der sie trug, schien so mitfühlend zu sein! Nessa hätte sich in diesem Moment verlieben können. Aber sie lag im Sterben. 
Es war die Nacht, in der sie ergriffen wurde.

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Nessa ist eine freundliche Person, die ihre Ideale hat und energisch dafür kämpft 
 um sie zu erreichen - koste es, was es wolle. Das Allgemeinwohl ist ihr Ziel. Eine Welt des Friedens, in der Kinder aufwachsen können, ohne Angst vor ihren Vätern haben zu müssen. Sie ist eine Kämpferin und sehr mitfühlend, wenn es um Kinder und Frauen geht. Nessa tut alles für ihre Sache und rekrutiert Menschen, die an sie glauben. 
Sie ist aufgeschlossen und ehrlich, auch wenn sie in den falschen Momenten zu ehrlich sein könnte. Sie hat auch ein kurzes Temperament, wenn es um ihre Ideale geht. Haben Sie eine andere Meinung, aber machen Sie ihr nicht so deutlich, dass Sie die ihre nicht akzeptieren. Sie kann bösartig sein!

Persönliche Ziele
Beschütze diejenigen, die Schutz brauchen, egal ob sie Menschen, Tiere oder Verfluchte sind.

Ansicht über Menschen 
"Was ich über Menschen denke? Oh, das ist ganz einfach! Du warst doch auch einer, nicht wahr? Warum sollten wir sie als minderwertige Rasse behandeln? Wenn du es wagst, einen von ihnen zu verletzen, werde ich dich im Handumdrehen erledigen. Verstehst du mich?"

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