Fantasy Host's Characters

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My Characters
I won't post characters here until I see where everyone's character is. I'll then develop a story and plot
that brings all the characters together. When that happens, I'll post bios and characters here.

Stories of the World
Legends and stories from around the realm. I have lots to add and I'd love to give you guys tidbits of what it means
to live in the world of Visifia.
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Natallia Gingifi

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• A Little Something

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  It had been many years since Natallia had first been introduced into the world of saving dragons. But one of the first things her master had taught her was to be patient. The second thing was how to control a dragon when they were changing into their large, very dangerous beast form. First of all, without the proper spells, a dragon could whip off his bracelet and, if he was not accustomed to the pain, it could kill him. Both shapes would fight for dominance, and the end result was a mangled, disturbing, half human half dragon corpse.
  It had happened once to Natallia, and she vowed for it never to happen again.
  
  Common Aliases: Oreigna Diff, Galena Scerat, or whatever she makes up on the fly.
  
  Skills: Combat magic, stealth magic, ice and water spells, and blast spells.
  
  Equipment: A whip with nine tails, filled with pieces of stained glass. She calls it Twinkle.
  
  Age: 40
  
  Symbol: A seven point star.
  
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  Natallia had a happy childhood, raised as a princess in a castle. She knew little of the war going on, and even less of her country's involvement. Then one fateful night when the mobs came. She was 17. Natallia was lucky. She stayed up late, reading one of her favorite books, and heard the mages attack the wing where her family slept. She quickly gathered her little siblings and the supplies she could grab and headed towards the stables. She stole a horse and ran away, somehow managing to slip past the violent mobs that ransacked the castle she once called home.
  Now on the run, she and her siblings found a pair of dragon thieves by accident. The two of them were seeking to retire and run a checkpoint that was somewhat more secure than most checkpoints, and they adopted the orphaned royals. These two were Valerie and Greo Greenscales, and they currently run the Green Castle. It's a closely kept secret, but it trains dragon thieves, houses dragons, and acts as a dragon hospital. Valerie and Greo trained the royal siblings as dragon thieves, and set them loose on the world. Natallia has been saving dragons ever since.
  
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  Twenty Years Ago
  Natallia was leaning against the window, writing in her journal, when she felt the magic. It knocked her off her feet, but she was far more worried about her little sister, sleeping on a bed in the corner of the room.
  
  The energy woke Nakia up, and as always her first words after waking up were incoherent. “Wall! Miracle! Anger!”
  
  Natallia rubbed her head, and moved over to her sister. “Kia, Kia, Kia. It’s just me. You’re fine. You’re safe.”
  
  Nakia shook, and Natallia held her close, rocking back and forth until Nakia’s shaking subsided. Eventually Nakia pulled away, and Natallia looked into her eyes. “Are you alright, Kia?”
  
  Nakia nodded, taking slow deep breaths. “Fine. I’m fine. What was that?”
  
  “I don’t know, sister. You tell me.”
  
  “Maybe…” Nakia’s eyes scanned Natallia’s face, as if it held the answers. “A wall.”
  
  “A wall?”
  
  Nakia nodded. “There’s a new wall. It’s huge. It’s…” Nakia cocked her head, closing her eyes. “It’s causing anger. Fear. Killing.”
  
  She doubled over, sucking in a huge breath. Natallia held her sister’s shoulders, waiting. Nakia just needed time. “Natallia, we have to go. We have to go.”
  
  “Go where?”
  
  “To the wall. Illy’s in trouble.”
  
  Illyanna? “We need to go to Orikaal?”
  
  Nakia nodded emphatically and jumped to her feet. Natallia rose, unsure. “Nakia, are you sure…”
  
  “Yes. We need to go, now. Before it’s too late.”
  
  “Too late for what?” Natallia asked. Nakia didn’t often make sense when she got like this, but Natallia knew she wasn’t often wrong. Nakia headed out the door without an answer. Natallia followed.
  
  “Nakia, too late for what?”
  
  “We need to get to Orikaal.” Was all Nakia said. She then froze, standing in the doorway. Natallia paused behind her, adjusting her stance.
  
  Nakia fell backwards, right into Natallia’s waiting arms. She dragged her sister back over to her bed, and dropped her into it. Nakia’s episodes were getting more frequent, which wasn’t a good thing. Nathan was with her the last time, and he said it hadn't been worse than usual. This latest one however… Natallia felt her chest, right where the magic had hit her. Whatever that was, it wasn’t good. Especially if it had triggered an episode in Nakia.
  
  Natallia folded her arms, watching her sister. Nakia wasn’t often wrong. It was just a matter of time before they found out what Nakia was talking about… and what that magical surge meant to them all.
  

 

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Alais Coppergold

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• A Little Something

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  “How was your first official magic duel?” Teloor asked, kneeling by her side. The other forensic wizards took the criminals into custody, marching them away from the town square.
  Alli smiled weakly. “Ow.”
  Teloor nodded. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”
  He pulled her skirt down over her knees and lifted her up. Alli winced and sucked in breath as he did. Her back ached from slamming into the building behind her. Teloor turned around, and Alli rested her head on his chest. Her chest ached, probably because she broke another soul ring. But then she felt the stinging skin around her stump, and tapped Teloor's arm.
  “Where's my leg?” Alli asked.
  Teloor glanced back. The peg leg was sitting in the middle of the square, a large strip of torn, navy blue fabric stuffed around the straps. Teloor bent down without letting go of Alli, and she grabbed the leg. She gave it a hug, glad to have it. Life would be a lot harder without it.
  
  
  Alias in the Caligookish Court: Syreece Naforn (Naforn is the name given to orphans who don't know their parent's surname).
  
  Skills: Forensic magic, some combat magic, some illusion magic.
  
  Equipment: A pair of swords, both made out of dragon ribs. They were a gift from Queen Averian and were imbued with magical properties to poison any dragon they're stabbed with, but not human. Alli hates them, but wears them to keep up her character. She's also an amputee, her leg cut off just below the knee. She has a peg leg that Eton carved for her, though in Averian's court Alli claims she carved it herself.
  
  Age: 23
  
  Race: Dragonborn
  
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  Alli was abandoned as a four year old in Jimus. She was found by a travelling circus, and they took her in, taught her illusion magic and tried to make her one of them. However, she never felt comfortable with them, and by the time she was ten she managed to get an apprenticeship in Gethendil. They promised to come visit, but she never saw them again. After a year she lost the apprenticeship, and lived on the streets for a few months before she was found by Teloor, a local forensic wizard (a police detective). He took her in, raised her like a little sister as he was only a few years older than her. As soon as Alli was old enough, she became a forensic wizard as well, and in this she found her true talent.
  
  One case though almost killed Alli. She was hit with a brand new spell, an infection spell. It began to rip her left foot apart. Such things were strictly outlawed, and this one was particularly nasty. The healers decided to cut off her leg before the spell could make its way any higher, and Alli woke up a few weeks ago to one and a half legs. She learned to live with it, and moved on with her life.
  A few years after that, there was another life-changing case. Although this one ended in Teloor being outed as a dragon, Alli discovering that she was dragonborn, a dragon thief whisking them both away and a dragon slave coming along for the ride. All in a single day. It was a crazy day.
  Since then, the four of them have had many adventures. The runaway dragon slave, Eton Coppergold, married Alli a year ago. They settled down in Orikaal, running a inn that secretly doubled as a checkpoint. That was until Natallia, the dragon thief, came to them with a proposal. Alli was to go to Caligook and become the new advisor to the Queen. A spy, to pass information to Natallia and the other dragon thieves. And, eventually, provide the way for a regime change.
  
  Alli agreed, but a few months into the job she discovered she was pregnant. More importantly, the queen discovered she was pregnant; with dragon children. The Queen told Alli that if she publicly killed her children after they were born she'd happily let her back into her court. If not, she'd die with them. Then she threw Alli in jail, assigning a midwife to keep a close eye on her.
  
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  Five Years Ago
  “Where’s Teloor’s place? He doesn’t live here, does he?”
  Alli’s bottom chin quivered. She kicked at the water, sending it all over the wall. It didn’t make her feel any better. She looked towards the sky, overshadowed by some pinned clothes, drying on a line high above her. Why, Ena? She questioned. Why did you make him a dragon?
  “I mean, because this is the poorest part of the city. If he lived here, I’d think he’d be dead by now.”
  Alli wanted to scream and cry and curl up in a ball all at once. She wanted to shout at the world, tell it that it couldn’t be so. Her partner couldn’t be a dragon. Teloor wouldn’t do that do her. She had known him for so long... Oh Ena above, it can't be...
  “Alli?”
  She looked at him, and said with much more venom than she intended, “What?”
  “You okay?”
  Alli looked at his eyes. They didn't hold any emotion other than empathy. He had just met her, how could he understand? How could he understand the depth of the betrayal Alli felt? He was a dragon, he couldn't possibly understand. And yet, somehow, the look in his eyes said he did. Her eyes stun and her nose felt hot. Finally she looked away, closing her eyes. Some tears fell. “I’m fine. His place is that way,” Alli pointed, swallowing her tears. “With a purple cloth over the windows. You can stay there for the night.”
  “What about you?”
  Alli shook her head. “I'll be there soon. I’m going to head to the river. To wash up.”
  Eton nodded, cocking his head. “Are you sure you’re okay? You did just find out Teloor’s a dragon.”
  Alli gave a quick nod, despite the pains in her chest. She stuffed her feelings down in her, swallowing her tears. “Yeah, I’m fine."
  

 

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Etonion Coppergold

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  Teloor started after him. “What’s your name?”
  “Hm?” The slave looked over his shoulder. “Oh, right, sorry. The name’s Eton Coppergold. I’m a dragon.”
  He turned, facing them. Pulling up his left sleeve, he revealed a silver bracelet that was tightly wrapped around his wrist. It was interwoven with thin white cords that glowed with power. They were braided around the silver itself. Eton dropped his arm, and gestured forward.
  "That's a dragon?" Alli asked. "Do they normally... announce themselves like that?"
  "Nope, I'm just special," the slave responded before Teloor could. "I've found that once you stop caring what people think of you, life gets a whole lot easier."
  
  Race: Dragon
  
  Skills: Stealth, strength spells (lifting spells), defense spells. He's a quick study too, almost scarily quick. He's also got a knack for spell-smithing.
  
  Equipment: A bag full of gravel, several dozen daggers, a couple of glass eyes, and a rickamando pole (pole with magical fire at both ends).
  
  Age: 24
  
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  Eton grew up as a refugee from the Gorge Wars. His family constantly moved around in Orikaal and Caligook to avoid the detection of Marzdulian raiders, bandits, dragon trappers, and people in general. Still, they found joy in each other. Eton had four little sisters and a little brother, and an older brother. The seven of them were sometimes hard to manage, but Eton's parents loved all of them and kept them all safe for many years. But their happiness didn't last. A patrol group found the family, and that's when Eton first turned. He is descended from a generation of dragons with a terrible curse, forced to turn at random points. This was one such point when he lost control.
  Eton doesn't remember much of that day. Only that when he woke up, he was alone. There were torn apart bodies around him, some soldiers, some... not. Eton ran, because that's what little boys do when they get scared. He ran for so long, and kept running for years. He doesn't know why he didn't just find a tall building and fall off. He found a cuff and wore it to protect others, and for whatever reason he always avoided getting captured. As far as he knew, he had so much blood on his hands that it didn't matter what happened to him. He wandered all over Visifia, and ended up in Girranon as a slave to the Spellsmith guild. That's when he met Alli and Teloor.
  Natallia rescued the four of them, and Eton slowly crawled out of the dark abyss he had created. Eventually he and Alli went back to that dreaded place, and made it an official graveyard. Eton began to forgive himself, which never would've been possible without his new wife, Alli. The two settled, and made a dragon checkpoint/inn.
  
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  When I think of a good scene for him, I'll put it here. Right now I just need to get his character up and head to class...
  But also if there's a scene that someone thinks of please comment on it I have no ideas.
  

 

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Queen Averian

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  "You're sure, Avi?"
  Averian slipped her dress on. A dress fit for a queen, with gold lace over a deep green fabric. She tied up the strings, tightening it across her back. The skirt was full, but underneath was a combat skirt. The skirt was stiff and easy to move in as it didn't get in the way of her legs. If necessary, the fuller skirt could be removed, and combat would be easier. Averian could fight with magic, but she much rather preferred her father's warhammer. It leaned against the edge of the bed. Anton sat on the bed, pulling a shirt over his head. He was quite talented with combat magic. Another reason she picked him for her rebellion against the Gingifi family; that and his position as the head of their guard.
  "Am I sure that the supporters of monsters need to be stopped before they do irreparable harm to this country? Yes, I'm sure. This is for the good of all people, Anton. Together, we'll make life better for everyone--once the dragons are destroyed."
  
  Real name: Laura Ironhammer
  
  Race: Human
  
  Skills: Charisma, oratorical power, detachment from situations and people, blacksmithing, and combat magic (specifically fire and acid spells).
  
  Equipment: No weapons, unless you count her brain.
  
  Age: 50
  
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  Averian grew up in her father's blacksmith shop. She spent hours forging tools and weapons for her village. For the first few years of her life, she was just a simple girl growing up. And then one day her village was ransacked by dragon bandits, and they killed almost everyone, leaving a few maimed bodies. Averian was one of the few who escaped unscathed physically. She then developed an all-encompassing hatred of dragons, and vowed that she would exterminate them from the entire realm.
  Years passed, and Averian became something of a prostitute, sleeping her way to the highest office in the land, the head of the Royal Guard, Anton Rase. They were lovers for a few months before she convinced him to rally the troops under her banner, and kill the entire royal family. Anton agreed, and the two plotted. Eventually they carried out their plans, and succeeded in killing the king and queen, but not their children. Averian wasn't pleased about this, but knew that with the military under her control that the royal orphans had no hope of reclaiming the throne. Especially since the royal family hadn't been well-liked by the people in general. Averian now employs dragon trappers and has made killing dragons to be legal. Dragons themselves aren't illegal, but must wear cuffs at all times and be either slaves or mine workers. Or dead. Preferably dead. She hired Syreece to advise her on how to better secure her borders, and how to better address the dragon threat.
  
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  "Your highness. I was summoned?"
  Averian gave Syreece a quick-once over. Syreece had always been petite. Not to mention the dress she was wearing was loose around her stomach, shielding any sign of a pregnancy. Averian steeled herself, just as she did before any battle. "Sit, Syreece."
  "Alright..." Syreece said, joining Averian at the table. "Is there something specific you wanted to discuss?"
  Averian gave a curt nod. "You are pregnant, Syreece."
  Syreece's eyes dropped to her stomach. She sat, and looked back at Averian. "I was going to tell you."
  "Were you?" Averian asked. "Oh please, do share the story now. How could you do this to me, Syreece? I thought you were loyal to me!"
  Syreece's eyebrows knitted. "Loyal? My queen I am still loyal, no matter my physical condition."
  "It's a dragon you're carrying, Syreece."
  The look in Syreece's eyes betrayed her. Averian's heart leapt to her throat. She sat opposite of Syreece, and clasped her hands in her lap. "You... It's true, then."
  Syreece closed her eyes. Averian had never seen her cry. But when Syreece opened her eyes, they were full of tears.
  "I was walking to the castle," she whispered. "I didn't... I wasn't even thinking. No, that's not true. I was thinking too much, too much in my thoughts to notice my surroundings. That's when... I was attacked. Everything happened so fast, I couldn't even remember my spells, anything that I've learned. He knocked me out, and I woke up in his bed. I left as soon as I knew he was asleep."
  Averian shook her head slowly, in shock and disbelief. "That isn't what happened. You forget I know you, Syreece Naforn. You are the most talented mage of my court, Anton included. You taken unawares? It is impossible."
  Syreece sucked in a breath. "You think... You seriously think I let this happen? You think I let myself get impregnated by a beast? I was raped, Averian! If it were in my will I would rip these children out of me and ask for your hammer so that I may destroy them once and for all. It is a disgrace and a vile thing that has been done to me, and you have the audacity to say I let it happen?" Syreece stood, her anger fuming. "I am not one of the lackeys or servants you employ. I am not an informant looking for their next drink, and I am not some idiot who thinks dragons should be allowed to roam free! I am one of your trusted advisers, and dare I say one of your friends. To think you would accuse me of such a thing is not only insulting but simply untrue."
  She looked about, as if realizing for the first time where she was standing. "Your highness."
  Averian stood as well, and walked over to her desk. She didn't meet Syreece's eyes. "I'm issuing you a charge of disloyalty. The guards will escort you to the dungeons. I will see that you are made comfortable down there. When the... dragons are born, I will expect you will publicly kill them. That will absolve you of the charges."
  "My queen, surely I am more useful to you--"
  Averian cut her off. "You are most useful to me where the court can not accuse me of favoritism or weakness. If I let you go without any charge, they will seek to undermine me."
  Syreece's mouth opened, but then she closed it, giving a quick nod. Averian's gaze softened. "Syreece, I will ensure you're made comfortable. We'll get through this, you'll see."
  Averian snapped, a bit of magical energy lighting her fingertips. The guards opened the door, two of them stepping into her office. "Escort Lady Naforn to the dungeon please, and send in Wrandym."
  Syreece's eyes filled with tears, but she offered no resistance to the guards as they escorted her out of the office. Wrandym, her lady in waiting, walked in. "Yes, your highness?"
  "See that Lady Naforn's cell is made comfortable to her. She'll be there for a while."
  "How long, your highness?"
  Averian turned, staring out the window at her kingdom. "As long as it takes."
  

 

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Gwen Z'ram

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  "Josh, we have to leave. Do you really think our ancestors would look kindly upon us if we don't?"
  Josh folded his arms, and whispered back. "You think our parents would look kindly upon us if we do?"
  Gwen glanced at the campsite, where the other Marzdulians and their parents sat. They exchanged stories of the day's battles, how they had slaughtered various dragons and what other supposed deeds they had done. "I can't stay here, Josh. Our parents have forgotten their honor."
  "I can't let you go alone."
  Gwen looked at him. Her big, strong brother. The one who had always protected her from anyone and anything. "Come with me, then. Because I'm leaving. Tonight."
  "You really want to do this? You'll never see our parents again."
  Gwen looked at the campsite again. "I don't think I'll want to after what they've become."
  Also Known As: The Black Dove
  Career: Mercenary
  Equipment: Greatsword
  Skills: Strength, swords, and prefers to use no magic.
  Age: 25
  
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  Gwen grew up in Marzdul until she was fifteen. Her parents were called to the war, and she went with them, acting as a nurse and helper around the camp. They were locked outside of Marzdul, and so Gwen and her parents joined one of the Marzdul raiding parties. Gwen watched her parents and friends succumb to hate and anger. Only her and her brother, Josh, remained immune. She left one night with her father's greatsword, a weapon passed down through her family. Josh came with her. They had a heritage of being honorable warriors, and Gwen and Josh wanted to continue that legacy. So they traveled Visifia, called the Black Doves. It was said in many parts of the world that no one was better at mercenary work then those two. They championed the ideals of honor and valor, and when they fought it was a sight to see.
  
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  Two Years Ago
  Gwen ran alongside her brother, but as they kept running Gwen gained speed. She had always been the runner in the family, even when we were little, she would beat him at every race, simply because Gwen had more stamina.
  Gwen outran him, the bandits getting away. He was behind her when the ground started to rumble beneath her feet. Josh cried out.
  “Gwen!”
  Gwen whirled around and stopped running, pulling out her greatsword. A hole had opened up randomly right under Josh’s feet, and just in time he had grabbed the edge. He was struggling not to fall, but then he slipped a little more into the hole. Gwen fell to her knees besides him, wrapping her arms around his elbows to pull him up and out.
  She strained against her brother's weight, which wasn't helped by the heavy armor he also wore. She managed to drag him halfway out of the whole before something sucked him back into the hole. Gwen was nearly sucked right in with him, but she held herself and him firm. "Hold onto me!" she commanded. "Don't let go!"
  "Wasn't planning on it!" Josh said in a strained voice. The veins on his neck popped out as he strained to lift himself out of the hole. Gwen tried again to lift him out, but there was a sudden blast of air that shot her straight into the air, launching her twenty feet away from her helpless brother. Time slowed, and she saw his eyes fill with dread. He knew death was upon him. Gwen sucked in breath, going to shout his name, but then she hit the ground.
  “GWEN!”
  His voice sounded far away, and he screamed something unintelligible. Gwen couldn't breathe for a few dangerous seconds, and when she finally could her chest ached and her head was spinning. She sat up, crawling to where her brother had been. Her ears were hot and everything seemed to be off. The colors were too sharp, there was no noise at all except the ringing in her ears.
  “Josh?” Gwen whispered.
  No answer.
  The ground where he had been had changed, as if nothing had happened. There was no hole, no Josh, nothing.
  But something had happened, and… he….
  “No,” Gwen gasped. Tears stung her eyes. “No no no no no no no no!”
  Gwen scratched the ground, determined to dig him up, she was going to save him, he was going to be fine, he was fine, he was alive, he couldn't be... No. No. She ignored a tiny voice that reminded her of the Earth claiming spell, a highly effective weapon that had zip survival rate. Gwen's eyes widened, and her breath caught in her chest like the wind had been knocked out of her again. She clawed at the ground, determined to bring her brother back.
  "JOOOOOSSSH!" Gwen screamed, and energy shot out of her like a wave. The pain and anguish her soul felt rode on that wave, and Gwen didn't care. "Come back! Please, come back! JOSH!"