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* = Optional

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Name:

Include a first, at least.

* Nickname:

Also an alias.

Age:

Try to avoid incredibly young characters (0-6).

* Gender:

Self explanatory.

* Sexual Orientation:

All are allowed.

Affiliation:

Red or noble.

Country:

Ren or the visiting country, Sei.

Race:

Discussed in the Overview.

* Everyday Accessories:

Tools or weapons they carry with them often.

Abilities:

Any sort of magic they possess. Humans have none.

* Personality:

If you don't want a set personality, that's fine. If you include one, it cannot be flawless.

History:

Where were they born?

Parents?

Relationships?

Education?

* Other:

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[Redamancy]

Name:


Princess Zeitha Esklade


Nickname:


Z, Zei


Age:


19


Gender:


Female


Sexual Orientation:


Heteroflexible


Race:


Banshee


Everyday Accessories:


Pocket knife, lock picks, stamina concoction.


Abilities:


Can sense danger and death. She has intuition, and can sense feelings.


Personality:


It's worth mentioning that she's alarmingly quiet, though that isn't exactly a personality trait. She is fairly unintimidating until speaking. She can spout the most backhanded insults anyone is capable of coming up with. Zei acts superior to most, but respects the few that show their intelligence wisely.


She isn't blind to attractiveness, and will openly admit if she thinks someone is beautiful, though she'll deny it changing how she feels about them, positively or negatively.


She is generally antagonistic to all of those she interacts with, few spared. Overall, she is likely very cruel to most, and will fire witty insults without much reason other than to make everyone stay very far from her.


Even so, Zeitha can actually be normal sometimes. She just tries very hard not to. It's not impossible for her to form relationships. Just, you know. Almost.


To those she cares about, who are few in numbers, she goes beyond simple care, and is often a bit too protective. Unfortunately, she is direct with all of her feelings except for those of fondness. Instead of being affectionate, she is simply less than angry at them. Occasionally she will erupt into brief periods of passion, but this is short-lived and uncommon.


She stands to what she loves, and is incredibly stubborn. Because of this she does well in areas of art, putting time and patience into each project.


History:


She was born in a nearby country called Sei. Her life consisted of silence. Her parents lived in a village in the middle of the country until the war ended, which they won after eight years. They moved back to the capital city, Linkga, and resumed their lives. Their country, basically, is very advanced in medicine and magic, as well as the use of the steam engine. She went to school for four years to learn how to read and speak the regional languages. Since the war it was fairly peaceful. As tension grew with Ren, a country close to them, they offered to help the smaller country, and joined them less than two days ago. She still doesn't understand the situation, but is certain its important, and tries to help where help is needed.

Name:


Kiri Yuki Kuro


Nickname:


Gray


Age:


20


Gender:


Female


Sexual Orientation:


Homoflexible


Race:


Witch


Everyday Accessories:


Bow and twenty arrows. Vials of poison from plant roots. Small packets which will produce thick smoke when opened.


Abilities:


She can manipulate ice well, and occasionally water. She adapts to the cold, but is weak to fire and heat. She can use average runes to give power to herself, another, or an object. This does not include animation.


Personality:


She can be complex, rarely showing her feelings around those she doesn't know well. That is, almost everyone. On the occasion that she's with a guildmate, she has a rather dirty mind, and is incredibly laid back, throwing out insults teasingly. There are few that know her on this level, and she appears normal when like this, if a bit tomboyish.


When around those of more importance than her, she instantly becomes obedient and humble, which frustrates her. She wouldn't do so if she hadn't been raised in such a way.

History:


She was raised on the outskirts of Ren, by a Warlock and Banshee, though her mother had disappeared, and the banshee was simply a friend of her father. The beginning of her life was fairly uneventful. She lived in a small town, and didn't go to school out of lack of money and incentive. As a result, she can't read or speak anything but Rine, the most common language of Ren.


When her father died from illness, the banshee, Kila, quickly taught her a few things and made sure she was healthy before directing her toward the Red. She joined at the age of thirteen, and has been doing tasks usually preparing for the missions, such as creating set ups and spying, rather than the killing. Even so, she's skilled with a bow, and can be lethal. Right now she remains one of the top females of the Reds, known as Gray, and helps by doing additional smaller tasks, such as trading, meeting other large groups, and managing events.

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[Allibi]

Alyssa Fuere Virgol Elrolim Ren
​

​

Alias : Princess Alyssa


Nickname : The Blue Rose


Age : 27


Gender : Female


Sexual Orientation : Hetero


Race : Human


Everyday Accessories : Self Embroiled Handkerchief, Princess Signet Ring, Medicine for her heart


Personality : She is calm and composed, demure and surrounded with the air of royalty. She never have raised her voice much, and a silent beauty image have been painted of her. Her words are however, of a different story. Many people are amazed, and also terrified at her words. Not because she is the heir to the throne, but her words inevitably forced actions upon others, whether they liked it or not. Her words are sometimes like a merchant, cunning, calculative and scheming or at times melodious, bringing peace to the suffering people. At times her words bring a double edged blade, that cut through the strongest of iron hearts like butter. And at times her words bring confidence, like an eternal expanding wall that could never been exploited.


History : Alyssa is a true princess. Heir to the country of Ren. Born of both descendants of royalty, a true blue blood. She was raised near Eran, the scholar hub of the country of Ren, where researchers into new technologies, magics, and debates upon laws of nature and creation happens the most. Taught in myriads of languages, law, politics, and knowledge in nature, plants, and technologies for twenty years, she was then brought to The Capital to stay with her parents. Her ability to remember many laws and to execute them at the right moment, made her to be a very wise heir to the throne. She however, remained unwed , as the no one in this country have been even able to pique her interest until now.


Other : However, she has inherited with bradycardia from her grandmother, an genetic disease that gives oneself an slower than normal heartbeat. The medicine prescribed by the best physicians in the country made her able to spend days like a normal person. Without it, she would not be able to physically exert herself much, although just sitting down and being a ruler seemed just fine. Walking around the castle is fine too, or eating, or a stroll. Running has always been out of the question. But taking the stairs up from the city below in one go, that would be something she could not do even she wished.

Character Completion

 

[Redamancy]

Alyssa Fuere Virgol Elrolim Ren
​

​

Alias : Princess Alyssa


Nickname : The Blue Rose


Age : 27


Gender : Female


Sexual Orientation : Hetero


Race : Human


Everyday Accessories : Self Embroiled Handkerchief, Princess Signet Ring, Medicine for her heart


Personality : She is calm and composed, demure and surrounded with the air of royalty. She never have raised her voice much, and a silent beauty image have been painted of her. Her words are however, of a different story. Many people are amazed, and also terrified at her words. Not because she is the heir to the throne, but her words inevitably forced actions upon others, whether they liked it or not. Her words are sometimes like a merchant, cunning, calculative and scheming or at times melodious, bringing peace to the suffering people. At times her words bring a double edged blade, that cut through the strongest of iron hearts like butter. And at times her words bring confidence, like an eternal expanding wall that could never been exploited.


History : Alyssa is a true princess. Heir to the country of Ren. Born of both descendants of royalty, a true blue blood. She was raised near Eran, the scholar hub of the country of Ren, where researchers into new technologies, magics, and debates upon laws of nature and creation happens the most. Taught in myriads of languages, law, politics, and knowledge in nature, plants, and technologies for twenty years, she was then brought to The Capital to stay with her parents. Her ability to remember many laws and to execute them at the right moment, made her to be a very wise heir to the throne. She however, remained unwed , as the no one in this country have been even able to pique her interest until now.


Other : However, she has inherited with bradycardia from her grandmother, an genetic disease that gives oneself an slower than normal heartbeat. The medicine prescribed by the best physicians in the country made her able to spend days like a normal person. Without it, she would not be able to physically exert herself much, although just sitting down and being a ruler seemed just fine. Walking around the castle is fine too, or eating, or a stroll. Running has always been out of the question. But taking the stairs up from the city below in one go, that would be something she could not do even she wished.

Character Completion

Accepted.

 

[lazytowns]

BARONESS GREVALUR

"Baroness Grevalur—— Faierine, darling, I don't quite know how to word this so that you will understand, but... you cannot attend the royal court with no shoes on."


"FAIERINE, GET THAT PEST OUT OF YOUR HAIR RIGHT THIS INSTANT."


"A lady by name, a lady by nature. Now, get out of that potato sack and into your gown immediately."




Name

Faierine Maylin Grevalur 'Effie'




Nickname

Though the royals know her as Baroness Grevalur, the bards, stablehands and the servants refer to her as Effie. This name fits more naturally than the titles that her birthrights bestow her with.




Age

Seventeen, second heir to the Grevalur name.




Gender

Female, hardly.




Race

Light elf, but some argue that Faierine belongs in a stable or a pigpen with the primal species who it seems that she models her behaviour upon




Everyday Accessories

↠ Faierine always carries a gold coin with her. Not one to spend, not to toss to servants or beggars— no, the girl keeps this trinket in hand for her own entertainment. She twirls it between her fingers when bored, spins it and flicks it up and down. She is

constantly

fidgeting, a habit of which her parents hate. The coin itself is spotless as she cherishes it and polishes it often; the edges and grating of it's sides are scuffed and beaten from all of the hours it has spent spinning on the wooden slates of a dinner table or on the dirtied cobblestone floors of the city


↠ Hidden underneath the silken fabric of her high-necked gown is a hand-forged, clear quartz necklace that is a gift from her uncle. It is ornamented with intricate detail that has been delicately carved into the golden metal that holds the stone.

The necklace

↠Wears a golden circlet that her mother has practically glued to her head. It holds three pristine opulent pearls, symbolic of the three sisters of the Grevalur lineage.The cirlet




Personality

Don't let those golden ringlets, delicate freckles and wide innocent doe-eyes fool you, Faierine is anything but naive. When those rose-painted lips part and a barrage of muttered cusses, impatient sighs and crude jokes spill out the suitors and nobles tend to gasp and cover their mouths with their exorbitant-silken-glove-clad-hands in shock. The girl has impressive wit, an even more impressive lack of it and a tendency to land herself in trouble with her overbearing mother because of this. She's the runt of the litter amidst the Grevalur branch; unlike her two siblings, Faierine didn't inherit her mother's graceful eloquence and deceitful courteousness; instead she was blessed with her father's bashful stubbornness and ineptitude for the court. On the flip side, this package includes and endless supply of wealth and the monumental ego boost and stunning sense of self-righteousness that comes naturally with being a noble.




History

She was born as Faierine Maylin Grevalur, second of her blood and heir to the Grevalur holdings, but was raised and conditioned to be Effie. The term 'second in her title never quite changed, however. The girl spent her childhood in the lonely shadow of her older sister Mayriel and served as the role model of what not to be for her younger sibling, Selphie. The two isolated and alienated her for this reason, as did her discerning mother. In turn, Faierine sought out trouble and misadventure to substitute for the attention that she was deprived of. Such things seemed to earn her plenty of it.

Parents?

Eyleon Grevalur, 43 birth years, neurotic control freak. Mother.


Hastos Grevalur, 56 birth years, apathetic fool. Father.




Relationships? ** THESE WILL BE EXPANDED ON LATER

Mayriel Alea Grevalur, sister (older, 20 birth years)


Selphie Jeine Grevalur, sister (younger, fifteen birth years)




Education?

She was tutored for many years but that hardly counts her as educated. From a young age Faierine was taught to sew, paint and cook but she never learned. Instead she picked up a handful deceitful methods she could use to avoid these lessons and deceive her parents or teachers.


Other


↠ will add these as the rp progresses
​

 

[Redamancy]

BARONESS GREVALUR

"Baroness Grevalur—— Faierine, darling, I don't quite know how to word this so that you will understand, but... you cannot attend the royal court with no shoes on."


"FAIERINE, GET THAT PEST OUT OF YOUR HAIR RIGHT THIS INSTANT."


"A lady by name, a lady by nature. Now, get out of that potato sack and into your gown immediately."




Name

Faierine Maylin Grevalur 'Effie'




Nickname

Though the royals know her as Baroness Grevalur, the bards, stablehands and the servants refer to her as Effie. This name fits more naturally than the titles that her birthrights bestow her with.




Age

Seventeen, second heir to the Grevalur name.




Gender

Female, hardly.




Race

Light elf, but some argue that Faierine belongs in a stable or a pigpen with the primal species who it seems that she models her behaviour upon




Everyday Accessories

↠ Faierine always carries a gold coin with her. Not one to spend, not to toss to servants or beggars— no, the girl keeps this trinket in hand for her own entertainment. She twirls it between her fingers when bored, spins it and flicks it up and down. She is

constantly

fidgeting, a habit of which her parents hate. The coin itself is spotless as she cherishes it and polishes it often; the edges and grating of it's sides are scuffed and beaten from all of the hours it has spent spinning on the wooden slates of a dinner table or on the dirtied cobblestone floors of the city


↠ Hidden underneath the silken fabric of her high-necked gown is a hand-forged, clear quartz necklace that is a gift from her uncle. It is ornamented with intricate detail that has been delicately carved into the golden metal that holds the stone.

The necklace

↠Wears a golden circlet that her mother has practically glued to her head. It holds three pristine opulent pearls, symbolic of the three sisters of the Grevalur lineage.The cirlet




Personality

Don't let those golden ringlets, delicate freckles and wide innocent doe-eyes fool you, Faierine is anything but naive. When those rose-painted lips part and a barrage of muttered cusses, impatient sighs and crude jokes spill out the suitors and nobles tend to gasp and cover their mouths with their exorbitant-silken-glove-clad-hands in shock. The girl has impressive wit, an even more impressive lack of it and a tendency to land herself in trouble with her overbearing mother because of this. She's the runt of the litter amidst the Grevalur branch; unlike her two siblings, Faierine didn't inherit her mother's graceful eloquence and deceitful courteousness; instead she was blessed with her father's bashful stubbornness and ineptitude for the court. On the flip side, this package includes and endless supply of wealth and the monumental ego boost and stunning sense of self-righteousness that comes naturally with being a noble.




History

She was born as Faierine Maylin Grevalur, second of her blood and heir to the Grevalur holdings, but was raised and conditioned to be Effie. The term 'second in her title never quite changed, however. The girl spent her childhood in the lonely shadow of her older sister Mayriel and served as the role model of what not to be for her younger sibling, Selphie. The two isolated and alienated her for this reason, as did her discerning mother. In turn, Faierine sought out trouble and misadventure to substitute for the attention that she was deprived of. Such things seemed to earn her plenty of it.

Parents?

Eyleon Grevalur, 43 birth years, neurotic control freak. Mother.


Hastos Grevalur, 56 birth years, apathetic fool. Father.




Relationships? ** THESE WILL BE EXPANDED ON LATER

Mayriel Alea Grevalur, sister (older, 20 birth years)


Selphie Jeine Grevalur, sister (younger, fifteen birth years)




Education?

She was tutored for many years but that hardly counts her as educated. From a young age Faierine was taught to sew, paint and cook but she never learned. Instead she picked up a handful deceitful methods she could use to avoid these lessons and deceive her parents or teachers.


Other


↠ will add these as the rp progresses
​

Accepted. Is she from Ren or the visiting country? I forgot to add that to the CS.

 

[Zedalith]

Name:

Azazel Raegar

Nickname:

Azel

Age:

24

Gender:

Male

Sexual Orientation:

Bisexual

Race:

Human

Everyday Accessories:

Azel has an arsenal tools available in the coat that he often adorns himself with, including a variety of explosives and potions. One of his more prized inventions is a black rubber material that is exceptionally explosive. It only takes an ounce of it to create enough force to blow off a foot. He keeps small balls of this material with him at all times. He can deploy a singular one, or mold them together to form a larger, but less controlled explosion. There is a brief delay before the material explodes, depending on how much of it is combined together.

He has approximately 5 pounds of the material with him at all times. Whilst it does not sound impressive, should an accidental detonation occur in his pocket, a decently sized crater will be formed where he used to be.

Furthermore he has a lighter strapped to his wrist, the flame is directed to the center of his palm when it is activated. It is his main tool that he uses when igniting these explosives.

Azel also carries a flint-lock pistol always hidden on his side, masked again by his coat. You would not be able to tell he is armed to the brim if you just saw him in a crowd.

That is what his usual arsenal is composed of, though he will sacrifice carrying around explosive materials if the situation calls for it. As an alchemist he can brew a variety of poisons and potions which may be more or less useful depending on where he is headed.

Personality:

Azel has an inquisitive mind and he is always willing to learn about new things and strange people. He likes to inquire about new people whom he meets, asking where they came from, what their parents are like, and what they do. Often, he keeps track of this in a notebook that he is constantly toting around. He believes that all knowledge is useful no matter how trivial it may seem. He is also not one to hold a grudge, often greeting his allies as kindly as he would greet his worst enemy. He is quite well-spoken and can easily fit right in with the nobles. It does help that he has acquired somewhat of a name from the potions he had brewed, being a famed alchemist. Though, it would be silly to mistake his mannerisms as a sort of kindness. He is smart enough to understand when someone is a threat to him or his organization, and has no qualms ridding himself of someone should the need ever arise.

History:

Azel was born in the capital, to a father called Grigor, a prominent scientist at the time. During which, the scientist helped to make many advancements in weaponry, which helped even the playing fields between humans and the many magical races. Unfortunately, child-birth was too hard a task for Azel's mother and there was no medicines at the time that could save her. Grigor was wise enough a man to not spite his son for this, since this was something completely out of his control. The death of a loved one would typically break a man, but it instead inspired Grigor. The inventor began delving in to the field of medicine, desperately looking for a way to make a potion potent enough to save someone, even if they were on their death bed. He studied and chased after this goal for most of Azel's childhood. Azel himself began studying, curious about the way the world worked. With his father's money he was able to get provided with many exceptional tutors. That money would soon run dry however, as Grigor was failing to create anything of note during a very lengthy time period. He was too busy chasing after myths, trying to create a potion that could save the severely injured.

Grigor had failed, he died early from a mixture of sleep deprivation and heavy drinking. Azel took all of the information his father cultivated over the years and left the city, as he could no longer afford to live within its walls. He took-up his father's study in a small neighboring village, providing the residents with medical aid in return for shelter. He never created the cure-all potions his father wanted, but instead created something even better purely by mistake. The potion effectively slowed the process of aging, allowing many to maintain their youthful features despite the harshness of the years. At first it was believed be a myth, told by uneducated country-bums, but as time passed more and more found themselves under Azel's hand. The money he made allowed him to move back in to the capital and continue his studies. Eventually, he developed a very unique and dangerous form of explosives.

The red caught wind of this and visited his chamber in the middle of the night, blade in hand. They threatened him, telling him to reveal his secrets before they took his head. But with careful words and a stern approach, he managed to convince the assailant to spare him, and even lend him a place in their little society.

Other: He has burn wounds over his hands and arm from tinkering with explosives and other concoctions.​

 

[Redamancy]

[QUOTE="DJ Bubblebead]

Name:

Azazel Raegar

Nickname:

Azel

Age:

24

Gender:

Male

Sexual Orientation:

Bisexual

Race:

Human

Everyday Accessories:

Azel has an arsenal tools available in the coat that he often adorns himself with, including a variety of explosives and potions. One of his more prized inventions is a black rubber material that is exceptionally explosive. It only takes an ounce of it to create enough force to blow off a foot. He keeps small balls of this material with him at all times. He can deploy a singular one, or mold them together to form a larger, but less controlled explosion. There is a brief delay before the material explodes, depending on how much of it is combined together.

He has approximately 5 pounds of the material with him at all times. Whilst it does not sound impressive, should an accidental detonation occur in his pocket, a decently sized crater will be formed where he used to be.

Furthermore he has a lighter strapped to his wrist, the flame is directed to the center of his palm when it is activated. It is his main tool that he uses when igniting these explosives.

Azel also carries a flint-lock pistol always hidden on his side, masked again by his coat. You would not be able to tell he is armed to the brim if you just saw him in a crowd.

That is what his usual arsenal is composed of, though he will sacrifice carrying around explosive materials if the situation calls for it. As an alchemist he can brew a variety of poisons and potions which may be more or less useful depending on where he is headed.

Personality:

Azel has an inquisitive mind and he is always willing to learn about new things and strange people. He likes to inquire about new people whom he meets, asking where they came from, what their parents are like, and what they do. Often, he keeps track of this in a notebook that he is constantly toting around. He believes that all knowledge is useful no matter how trivial it may seem. He is also not one to hold a grudge, often greeting his allies as kindly as he would greet his worst enemy. He is quite well-spoken and can easily fit right in with the nobles. It does help that he has acquired somewhat of a name from the potions he had brewed, being a famed alchemist. Though, it would be silly to mistake his mannerisms as a sort of kindness. He is smart enough to understand when someone is a threat to him or his organization, and has no qualms ridding himself of someone should the need ever arise.

History:

Azel was born in the capital, to a father called Grigor, a prominent scientist at the time. During which, the scientist helped to make many advancements in weaponry, which helped even the playing fields between humans and the many magical races. Unfortunately, child-birth was too hard a task for Azel's mother and there was no medicines at the time that could save her. Grigor was wise enough a man to not spite his son for this, since this was something completely out of his control. The death of a loved one would typically break a man, but it instead inspired Grigor. The inventor began delving in to the field of medicine, desperately looking for a way to make a potion potent enough to save someone, even if they were on their death bed. He studied and chased after this goal for most of Azel's childhood. Azel himself began studying, curious about the way the world worked. With his father's money he was able to get provided with many exceptional tutors. That money would soon run dry however, as Grigor was failing to create anything of note during a very lengthy time period. He was too busy chasing after myths, trying to create a potion that could save the severely injured.

Grigor had failed, he died early from a mixture of sleep deprivation and heavy drinking. Azel took all of the information his father cultivated over the years and left the city, as he could no longer afford to live within its walls. He took-up his father's study in a small neighboring village, providing the residents with medical aid in return for shelter. He never created the cure-all potions his father wanted, but instead created something even better purely by mistake. The potion effectively slowed the process of aging, allowing many to maintain their youthful features despite the harshness of the years. At first it was believed be a myth, told by uneducated country-bums, but as time passed more and more found themselves under Azel's hand. The money he made allowed him to move back in to the capital and continue his studies. Eventually, he developed a very unique and dangerous form of explosives.

The red caught wind of this and visited his chamber in the middle of the night, blade in hand. They threatened him, telling him to reveal his secrets before they took his head. But with careful words and a stern approach, he managed to convince the assailant to spare him, and even lend him a place in their little society.

Other: He has burn wounds over his hands and arm from tinkering with explosives and other concoctions.​

[/QUOTE]
Accepted.

 

[Aine]

Bale Fluent


'King'
​

Age:19


Gender: Male


Sexual Orientation: Straight


Country: Ren


Race: Warlock


Everyday Accessories: Bale can be usually seen with a worn and dirtied crown. Ironically, even though he thoroughly hates any type of nobility, his unusual accessory earned him his nickname, 'King'.


Abilities: Keeper of Shadows, allows him to temporary dissolve into a shadow. While in this form, he can move around without being noticed and is practically invisible in dark places. However, directly shining light at the shadow would break the spell.


Personality: He is very bitter towards anyone who is in anyway associated with the king, which also extends to any nobles. Apart from that, he is personally set on getting 'justice' against the king, no matter the cost. This clouded sense of morality that he has can make him seem crazy, almost maniacal at times.


History: Coming from a long line of mercenaries, Bale was dragged into the guild by no choice but blood alone. He initially hated the way that everything was operated in the group, and as a naive kid, he thought that everything could be solved with peaceful discussion, a rather unusual though for a kid who's parents would need more than 10 fingers to count how many people they have slaughtered. He eagerly awaited the day that he is old enough to leave the guild, as soon as he turned 18.


A little after his 17th birthday, Bale discovered that Alan, one of his closest friends, and one of the troops who worked under the king, was killed during battle, after the king ran them on a suicide mission into a bandit's den. All record of him was erased; it was almost like he was never there. This, quiet literally, broke Bale. He immediately grew a dislike towards the king, and while little information about this 'mission' has been found, his hatred for the king only continue to grow.


Other: He is part of 'Red', along with many of his ancestors, including his mother and father.

 

[Redamancy]

Bale Fluent


'King'
​

Age:19


Gender: Male


Sexual Orientation: Straight


Country: Ren


Race: Warlock


Everyday Accessories: Bale can be usually seen with a, now, worn and dirtied crown which he wears, ironically enough, as the crown earned him his nickname, to mock the king.


Abilities: Keeper of Shadows, allows him to temporary dissolve into a shadow. While in this form, he can move around without being noticed and is practically invisible in dark places. However, directly shining light at the shadow would break the spell.


Personality: He is very bitter towards anyone who is in anyway associated with the king, which also extends to any nobles. Apart from that, he is personally set on getting 'justice' against the king, no matter the cost. This clouded sense of morality that he has can make him seem crazy, almost maniacal at times.


History: Coming from a long line of mercenaries, Bale was dragged into the guild by no choice but blood alone. He initially hated the way that everything was operated in the group, and as a naive kid, he thought that everything could be solved with peaceful discussion, a rather unusual though for a kid who's parents would need more than 10 fingers to count how many people they have slaughtered. He eagerly awaited the day that he is old enough to leave the guild, as soon as he turned 18.


A little after his 17th birthday, Bale discovered that Alan, one of his closest friends, and one of the troops who worked under the king, was killed during battle, after the king ran them on a suicide mission into a bandit's den. All record of him was erased; it was almost like he was never there. This, quiet literally, broke Bale. He immediately grew a dislike towards the king, and while little information about this 'mission' has been found, his hatred for the king only continue to grow.


Other: He is part of 'Red', along with many of his ancestors, including his mother and father.

Accepted ^^

 

[lazytowns]

Accepted. Is she from Ren or the visiting country? I forgot to add that to the CS.

visiting the country, perhaps? whatever floats your boat man

 

[Four The Magician]

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Age:

24

Gender:

Male

Sexual Orientation:

Straight​

Race:


Dark Elf


Everyday Accessories:


Full Plate Armor, ‘Dragon’ Spear, and two thin Short Swords.


Abilities:


Unnatural Speed


Personality:


Though extremely quiet and monotonous while on duty he can be rather quick witted and can toss around a joke or two while relaxing with a drink; though he isn’t off duty often. When people see Nylvaras they assume he doesn’t have a face underneath his helmet as he rarely takes it off, hence the name ‘Faceless’ being made for him; as well others think he is a statue, a non-living entity as he follows orders no matter the situation proving him to be easily manipulated.


History:


Nylvaras was born into his job and title, following in his father’s footsteps as a royal guard and a noble in the city of Linkga. He grew up in a natural household, nothing bothersome towards him; no real hardships. Nylvaras was raised to learn many different languages in order to further protect as it will help him understand if someone is plotting an attack. As a noble he received better education than most would have undergone so he isn’t a stump like some other muscle heads.


Other:


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[Redamancy]

[QUOTE="Four The Magician]

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Age:

24

Gender:

Male

Sexual Orientation:

Straight​

Race:


Dark Elf


Everyday Accessories:


Full Plate Armor, ‘Dragon’ Spear, and two thin Short Swords.


Abilities:


Unnatural Speed


Personality:


Though extremely quiet and monotonous while on duty he can be rather quick witted and can toss around a joke or two while relaxing with a drink; though he isn’t off duty often. When people see Nylvaras they assume he doesn’t have a face underneath his helmet as he rarely takes it off, hence the name ‘Faceless’ being made for him; as well others think he is a statue, a non-living entity as he follows orders no matter the situation proving him to be easily manipulated.


History:


Nylvaras was born into his job and title, following in his father’s footsteps as a royal guard and a noble in the city of Linkga. He grew up in a natural household, nothing bothersome towards him; no real hardships. Nylvaras was raised to learn many different languages in order to further protect as it will help him understand if someone is plotting an attack. As a noble he received better education than most would have undergone so he isn’t a stump like some other muscle heads.


Other:


He is the protector of the visiting nation, he keeps a close eye as he was the one entrusted with the duty.

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Accepted.

 

[KingsPlague]

Kosthos


Earl of Varsik

Age:38


Gender: Male


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


Country: Earl of Varsik, found on the far cost of Sei


Race: Warlock


Everyday Accessories: Walking Stick/Staff, Enchanted Dagger, Ancient illegible tome.


Abilities: Kosthos is not someone who you would want to anger, his abilities are not something he likes to show off or use too often as he wishes to cling to whatever humanity he has left. That being said we can now talk about what he is capable of. Kosthos is very capable of draining life energy, anything from using it to tire his opponent to completely sucking them dry, thus killing his victim.


Personality: Despite Being a Warlock and them having such a shining reputation *Cough* Kosthos is a rather happy and kind individual, feeling that he has done more evil than he could ever compensate for. He still tries to do as much good as he possibly kind, trying to forget about his past.


History: Kosthos had been born in Varsik into a peasant family and worked the fields for several years. Everything went rather well until a new Earl was brought to them and brought down ridiculous taxes and laws that ended up condemning his parents and taking away their land. Kosthos swore revenge on the Earl and began to search for a way to get to him, he broke into the Castle and searched the Library for answer when an ancient tome seemed to call to him, it answered his question and taught him the secrets of Dark Arcana, he used his newfound power to drain the Earls Life and took his place.


Parents: Executed


Other: Over the years he has learned to Siphon the life he had drained into vials, using these to create almost instantaneous healing Potions.

 

[Redamancy]

Kosthos

Earl of Varsik

Age:38


Gender: Male


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


Country: Earl of Varsik, found on the far cost of Sei


Race: Warlock


Everyday Accessories: Walking Stick/Staff, Enchanted Dagger, Ancient illegible tome.


Abilities: Kosthos is not someone who you would want to anger, his abilities are not something he likes to show off or use too often as he wishes to cling to whatever humanity he has left. That being said we can now talk about what he is capable of. Kosthos is very capable of draining life energy, anything from using it to tire his opponent to completely sucking them dry, thus killing his victim.


Personality: Despite Being a Warlock and them having such a shining reputation *Cough* Kosthos is a rather happy and kind individual, feeling that he has done more evil than he could ever compensate for. He still tries to do as much good as he possibly kind, trying to forget about his past.


History: Kosthos had been born in Varsik into a peasant family and worked the fields for several years. Everything went rather well until a new Earl was brought to them and brought down ridiculous taxes and laws that ended up condemning his parents and taking away their land. Kosthos swore revenge on the Earl and began to search for a way to get to him, he broke into the Castle and searched the Library for answer when an ancient tome seemed to call to him, it answered his question and taught him the secrets of Dark Arcana, he used his newfound power to drain the Earls Life and took his place.


Parents: Executed


Other: Over the years he has learned to Siphon the life he had drained into vials, using these to create almost instantaneous healing Potions.

Accepted.

 

[Redamancy]

Name:


Nyx


Nickname:


the Screamer


Age:


23


Gender:


Female


Race:


Light Elf


Country:


No Nationality


Everyday Accessories:


Twin machete-like blades, and identical throwing knives. She always carries multiple weapons, adding up to over a dozen pounds of steel. Though, she sticks to melee weapons. Never explosives, rarely guns.


Abilities:


As a light elf, she can communicate with a specific animal; Dragons. She's called the Screamer for her interaction with them. She uses her voice at a pitch few humans can hear when communicating with them. On top of this, she can use electricity, though this is because of gloves created for her, not an elemental ability.


Affiliation:


Villain


Personality:


Nyx is, above all, very sadistic.


Though much of her past has influenced her, she can still be seen as kind, especially to those weaker than her. She's loyal and protective around those she cares about, but can quickly lose trust for someone, and throw them to the wolves.


Though she can be called an anti-heroine, this usually isn't so. She considers herself a villain, and rightfully so. While she refuses to kill young children and animals, she has no reserves against killing adults and the elderly. She has great influence and charisma, which allows her to gain allies often and easily. She's judgmental in this area, and doesn't call anyone a companion unless they have the capability to kill her, or put up a fight for over an hour, both under the condition that she doesn't use her dragons or gloves.


She's very cool when it comes to stress, and can resist intense emotions without fail, acting collected when she wants and needs to be.

History:


*Will be revealed.

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